Meet Rod Serling: a twentieth century television producer and writer. Little does this man know that his memory is being tapped by ancestors who still exist. He has just entered The Twilight Zone.
He also produced the TV show ‘Night Gallery’. Must be another one of those Gallic words. Knight Gale-Rye. The format of the show was the introduction of stories through paintings.
This frame is part of a painting by Durer known as ‘The feast of The Garlands’. It was purchased by Jacob Fugger, the richest man in Europe at that time. In it Durer is holding a written document the 2 first words being “Exegie Quinque” which means ‘executed quinque’ as in Quinque Linguaru. Another coincidence? François Garon is just below that document and is holding a rosary. Behind him is a model holding an architect’s tool. He actually represents François Garin, his father AKA Michael Wolgemut, a well known enemy of the church. Now, everyone from the Renaissance is chilling in outerspace. On earth, we still have too many of us who over-estimate their personal requirements at the expense of everyone else. I know why.
When life on earth became mobile, communication between the mobile required the concept of I and the concept of Other. The concept of I still has the day. This concept of I has also cut us out of our ancestral memories. We can still access the memories but we attribute them to our selves as feelings we attribute to our own empathy. Empathy equals ancestral memories. If you’re not empathic, you have low ancestral memories available to you. People from the past suffered a lot. My people did anyway. You can actually put yourself in those people’s place like if it was you. And you feel it. The cells of your body respond, all mapped out, each cell having its own memory dependant upon its own individual path since the dawn of its procreations and now in your assemblage.
We need to be more honest. Genes are not that important as chemicals. It’s their memory that count. It’s the ‘where have they been?’ that counts. It’s also the ‘what other species have they allied themselves with’ that counts. In this fucked up world folks, we have all won a rightful seat here. I have no enemies. I request my rights as a descendant of the ergothic cult of the past to be respected as an individual in my drug-taking. That’s it! My allies are the trees, chickens, pigs, goose, wolves, cereals, mushrooms, fermentations, fish etc. Life is good.
500,000,000 North Americans is enough people. Eliminate artificial borders in North America. Save money. Let’s meet the people of Central America. Panamericanada.
Some people have cells loaded with memories of music, mathematics, fighting, slaving, trekking, etc. But me, I”m by essence a social introvert. I love people but I interact with them minimally because the turnover of people I have mingled with in my life has made it so. That’s just the way it is. I think about life for myself and so I don’t have to pretend anything to myself. I also assume that I’m not alone in this internal adventure because I have innate shit going on that doesn’t come from me. Memory resides in spacetime found around and bound by DNA. It’s not a chemical process per say. Memory has to do with interpreting the history of the cellular states of a cell that are stored in that cell’s spacetime chronology as a warpage of that spacetime. These are all coordinated by the brain with every other cell involved in the event.
Wolgemut means what it sounds like: Wolf Gamete. These people were part of linguistic guilds: they created a lot of new scientific vocabulary. Just above him is François Garon’s young son Matthias Gerung another famous artist in his own right. Here is one of his pieces.
Kind of psychedelic for the 16th century.