Featured photo: Alison McDowell next to Ben Franklin, Craftsman at his printing press, sculpture donated to the City of Philadelphia by the Pennsylvania Freemasons. Masonic Hall and Philadelphia City Hall in the background. We imprint reality through our intentions.
It’s a few days before Mother’s Day, and I find myself alienated from the two people I have the closest biological connection with – my mother and my young adult child.
My husband is about to cross a border that I cannot cross to see our child, a college student, who issued an ultimatum to me over winter break that I had to forsake my research, or I would be cut out of their life. I would do many things for my child, but that I could not do. What a terrible role model I’d be had I affirmed the legitimacy of conditional love – that a person would only be worthy of affection if they abandoned their calling, their purpose. My child turned and walked away, and since then I’ve sent a postcard with a heart on it across the border once a week. The door to my heart is open when our child wants to come back, no conditions.
In the case of my mother the estrangement grew slowly with the realization that she was not interested in the path my life had taken, indeed it made her very uncomfortable. The same happened with my best friend of many years. I didn’t have ready answers for the serious issues I had uncovered, and it was too hard for her.
“You’ve changed Alison.”
That’s what my husband says gently to make sense of these unexpected holes in my life. Did I choose this? My child thinks so, seeing it as intentional slight undermining their right to happiness and normalcy. Maybe they got the short end of the stick. True, by high school I was no longer the NPR listening liberal mom planning birthday parties and PTA events that I was during their elementary school years. I only hope that one day they will have empathy for my situation. I walked through a door into a story no one wanted to hear.
I tweeted a few weeks ago that it feels like I landed in a “choose your own adventure” book that had an extra page inserted. When a person flips to that page, they’re instantly transported into a different reality. It’s been lonely wandering around in this overlooked plot line, but I’ve found there are a few others in possession of this unusual edition. Gradually, we’re finding one another, comparing notes, and moving forward.
That choice I made, without quite realizing it…when did I turn the page?
Was it that public meeting when I realized the Dell Foundation was funding implementation of new report cards that would be used to close more neighborhood schools? The same Dell, whose corporate arm operated as an extension of the NSA?
Was it that day sitting at the kitchen table watching Unicorn Riot’s live streams from Standing Rock as MRAPs advanced down a snowy embankment towards Navy veteran Regina Brave taking her treaty stand?
Was it the evening I lay down in the street in front of Girard College as the Chamber of Commerce plotted out their plans for Philadelphia’s students – a partnership for 21st skills where AI decides jobs based on tokenized skill badges in learning lockers?
Maybe it was getting arrested trying to stop an out-of-uniform housing officer from choking a friend in a rainy gutter.
In the summer of 2020 as riots filled city streets, I stood on the shore of the Mni Sose in South Dakota asking for guidance as two bald eagles soared overhead. I walked through a gate in the middle of an ocean of prairie grass on a bluff overlooking sparkling waters as glimmers of sunlight cut through a moody cloud bank.
Then came a year of dandelions and pilgrimages to landmarks of domination, past and emergent, where intentions for a change of course were set. Identify pain points and lay down prayers to try and heal a society steered so far off course that synthetic life seems “normal.”
Whether I chose this path, or it chose me is moot at this point. I’ve been walking these seven years through a storied landscape that landed me on the doorstep of the unimaginable.
Here in the city of brotherly love I am coming to terms with the wild notion that since the early 1940s at least, some rather unhinged technicians have imagined that from the ether, the Noosphere of thought forms hovering over the earth, a “World Brain” would emerge as the next stage of human evolution. They imagined America serving as a matrix for “Planetary Democracy,” an idea floated mere months after the United States dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki – radio-eugenics.
The following quote is found on page 141 Oliver L. Reiser’s The World Sensorium: The Social Embryology of World Federation 1946. Reiser, an advocate of scientific humanism, was a professor of philosophy at the University of Pittsburgh from 1924 to 1966 and a close associate of Fritz Kunz and Julius Stulman in the Foundation for Integrated Education.
“To facilitate the cosmic maturation of the World Brain it therefore rests with us to take the fate of biological evolution into our own hands and refashion human nature to meet the needs of the great society. I shall not here venture suggestions on how we may attain a creation control of conscious evolution, but content myself with the observation that only thus will the New Humanity come to inhabit the New Earth.”
Reiser then goes on to explain on page 188 that the development of this organ of “cephalization” will happen through strategic deployment of “social polarities.” It seems clear that social media was devised to serve as a tool for exactly this purpose, delivering precision content intended to keep people perpetually activated, divided, and in motion.
“What we have urged is this: that society can ‘get ahead’ only if it develops a head. Our appeal for cephalization – that is society must develop a unified action-is based on the general idea of biological dominance and subordination, which in turn is an example of polarity in nature. Many manifestations of the universe are polar in nature: centripetal-centrifugal forces operate universally; attraction and repulsion are twin activities; positive and negative electricity are found everywhere and are equally essential to the development of forms on all levels of evolution. And since society is a natural manifestation, it also must have its basic polarities. Indeed, social evolution itself seems to depend upon our ability to produce a balance, dynamic, spiraling movement in time toward some polarized objective.”
Page 190 features the statement “health must be the foundation of a successful planetary socialism.” On page 192 continues “a program based on health is so practical that any special interest groups would attack it at their peril,” and then on page 203 “health is a public responsibility; no one has a private right to be diseased.” So now the stage has been set for the World Health Organization’s long-anticipated pandemic treaty. A treaty that through the One Health protocol will lock natural life on Earth into a perpetual cybernetic game of behaviorist conditioning and data extraction.
Interactive Map One Health
Reiser describes the World Brain as needing a high-level of coordination to assert the social synthesis that will bring, as described on page 200, “loosely organized cell-colonies of the world – races – nations – religions – peoples” up to the standard of a “high-level organism.” He goes on to say that global guidance is required “we must foster the growth of those existing organizations that give promise of nourishing the world foetus; these planetary agencies must supply the morphological forces for the guidance of the embryo which will ultimately mature into a full-grown World Organism.” Against the backdrop of the strategically dropped Roe Vs. Wade polarizing leak, what is being “birthed” here? What intentions are being manifested? I don’t believe most people understand the narrative arc in which they are living.
The five functions of the World Brain as outlined on page 187 include: a world police force available for mobilization within an hour’s notice; a world program of food distribution; a world health service and system to global planning for basic needs to be met; a universal system of education to protect new social concepts; and a method of introducing changes that would permit effective isolation of any proposal deemed “ill advised” or “anti-humanistic.” The goal was a synthesis of capitalism and socialism with “responsible” use of technology, and I suspect blockchain identity was a central feature of their planned neural network system.
I took Reiser’s book, along with a handful of Nephele flyers, to a meeting with a Philadelphia councilperson this week. He knew me from my days in education activism, that I was well-informed, not a crackpot, and had my heart in the right place. As I sat down in his office a meeting was blaring from his phone with a school district official droning on about apprenticeships for high school students (impact markets). It’s budget time and his days are double-booked with virtual meetings. The World Brain must love that digital Zoom dust. City Hall was a ghost town, super tight security. All the doors at the northeast portal were locked. Evidently you now must have an appointment to get into the largest municipal building in North America.
Ah, the cradle of Planetary Democracy.
I didn’t bring a slide deck or formal presentation. I just spoke from the heart about the Japan Science and Technology Agency’s Moonshot Project, avatar life, digital twins, and electronic “what works” government. For what it’s worth, he believed me and saw how lockdowns put everything on turbo-drive. We commiserated over the fact that young people were being trained to embrace this fake, pixelated evolutionary process. I sent a follow up email with links to supplement our conversation. At least there is one person in City Hall who has an idea of the bigger picture. There’s an information war going on.
My days are very quiet now, though my mind remains busy sifting through clues and finding patterns. I closed the week mapping out RAND’s 2020 white paper on the rise of Noopolitik, where NGOs will deliver storylines around climate and the care of community and the commons that legitimize the Pentagon’s desire for permanent surveillance, the sensor-based neural network that AI needs to box our brains, script our thoughts, and sufficiently narrow our lived experience so that it can finally attempt to embody our humanity. Scattered among the text are references to transcendentalists, the human potential movement, communications theory, consciousness, and alternative economics.
Interactive Map RAND Noopolitik
We are approaching the synthesis phase of the Hegelian dialectic in which the devastating harm to the environment is sold to us as an amazing investment opportunity in which we can begin to self-actualize through strategic micro-investments from our meager UBI allowances into evidence-based solutionism where success is fleeting and only exists as data in motion on a dashboard.
Through token-based transacting we can help further “civilize” the world to the point that we shed our physical bodies and exist as substrate independent minds, suitable for space colonization where we can spread extractive systems of domination to such targets as asteroids, the moon, even Mars. At least that is the vision of Trent McConaghy, an engineer with expertise in “creative AI,” who apparently wants to tokenize the world so that it better fits the constraints of his amazing evolutionary algorithms. Not coincidentally, such tokens will also underpin the data economy and fuel his “sustainable” business venture Ocean Protocol.
Interactive Map Ocean Protocol
Social evolution is a precondition for the arrival of the World Brain. The creation of which seems to be the objective of a twisted game that has been programmed without our informed consent or knowledge and is fraudulently being sold to us a saving the environment, when really the opposite is true. If the environment is “saved,” it will be as a replica, a simulation to be experienced in the confines of a VR headset or synthetic hallucination.
Today I asked Twitter, what story do you see in this map? The story I see is one of greed, of digital empire where delusions of Manifest Destiny compel us to cover the planet in nano-sensors so that we can mirror it into a mechanical cloud while pouring our essence into abominations like Sophia DAO, because we keep running from the harm wrought by centuries of domination culture. By chasing “progress” we think we can escape that legacy, but crypts and blocks and chains tell the tale even as we try and look away.
Interactive Map Game Board
I understand why most people do not want to step into this story. It’s overwhelming. To navigate it, you must believe in your heart that there is more than the material world conveyed to us by our senses. The last paragraph Reiser’s book reads as follows:
“When its foundations are planted solidly here on earth to tower upward into the heavens, humanism will then no longer be tied to the flat land of planal thinking: the new argonauts of psycho-social traveling will show us the way into a new dimension of reality, enabling mankind-growing through tensions, trials and suffering-to rise from the ancient biosphere into the upper reaches of a cultural ionosphere where the sweet sad music of humanity is transmuted by the alchemy of spherical harmonics into a refrain such as only the angels of heaven could have heard before.”
He paints a pretty picture, as with many a New Age Pied Piper, leading us away from tension and suffering toward an angelic new plane of existence. But I know that the harmonics of THIS “cultural ionosphere” have been engineered by DARPA and authorized for planetary citizenship use by the United Nations. The Noetic future dangled before us by RAND’s lackeys and renegade economists, and bioengineers is an unredeemable counterfeit.
I’ve entered this story to call a spade and spade. I’ve given up a lot along the way. Once you know, it is impossible to turn around. Had someone warned me of this, I might have slowed down our changed course. But I didn’t. Choices have consequences; that is true. I probably should have expected there wouldn’t be a crowd in the pilgrimage towards some elusive truth.
So, this Mother’s Day I’ll be on my own. Maybe I will buy a flat of pansies and put my hands in the soil. God put us into this biosphere for a reason. Maybe it was even to be a “World Brain Neutralizer.” I will endeavor to enjoy the time I have in this body, in this place. It is a gift. I will continue to do this work as one mom among many in a spirited and spiritual engagement facing off against artificial intelligence. I do it for my child, and all the children. I know they cannot consent to existing as a hologram in some cyberneticist’s evolutionary algorithm. I just pray someday my family will have the strength to step in this story, look around, and understand why I took this stand for natural life.
If you would like to start this conversation in your community, I still have a box of Nephele flyers that I’d like to get into the hands of people across the country. In support of my friend Raul Diego at Silicon Icarus, I will send a box of approximately 100 flyers priority mail to any US address for a donation of $25 or more (FWIW, it costs me about $9.50 to mail, plus the cost of the brochures which is about $5 per batch). Raul is in the process of finishing his documentary and as a truly independent filmmaker and journalist, he really needs our backing. In case you want to know more about the flyer, here’s the back story.
Here’s the link to donate!
Thanks in advance, from my heart! Alison