Das Steel’s personal stories, related through blogs and memoirs, are now posted in The CUT. His current readers will know that major chapters of the bio are incomplete, but full stories are progressively piecing together. The CUT aims to further this process with a continuation of planned and random blogging, becoming more regular, to be curated by incorporating and interlinking the blogs into site pages. It’s a grinding of raw and rough, to a razor’s edge, for cutting the crap, chopping up ‘the shit’, and sticking it deep into the real deal.
An exploration can then be made, following threads of themes and subjects, highlighted by these experiences, which weave through the time of our reality stream. History is a convergence of past possibilities stemming from the present moment, as is the future. What becomes, what emerges, and what continues to be manifest into the matter of the universal flow is a convergence created from diverging possibilities. It is the force of nature. It is universal truth. It is what powers the evolution of life.
Survival is the name of the number one game, ultimately won by what best synchronises with the divergence of universal possibilities. The fittest is that which converges from the greatest divergence, and for life on Earth in the present state of the game, humanity is looking fairly fucking lame. Who denies it? Why is it? Where is the leading synchronisation of convergence into and from divergent universal flow? Do you know what it is? How do you see it? Can you feel it? What makes it happen? Are you with it? Do you get it?
Part Two Preview 2019: The Flame Zone Dream Build, Do or Die, No Plan-B Mission (Part One) A sculpture of an island volcano, with fuel added to the hot coals of the crater for effect. Built on the abandoned water tank pad of the FZDB site. July 2019. So far as I know there was …
The Biggest Motherfucking Underground Legend in the Entire History of the Universe?
If you ain’t in the loop, you can’t get the joke. And who gets the last laugh?
This extension to the XV anniversary post of “Motherfucking Earthquake Wave Nirvana” begins with a 2004 video of a comedy skit from the MTV Movie Awards, featuring Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn with Peter Jackson, the filmmaker from Das Steel’s original hometown, where the Best Picture winning movie “Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King” was produced.
The two posts shine new light on the weave of connecting threads which draw on loads of elements and exploits, most importantly the passage from 9/11 to Boxing Day 2004. It’s a fascinating exploration of fire from the underground, earthquakes, oceans, water, waves and mass graves and attempts to connect with the Maori god Ruaumoko.
From Maori warrior chiefs and prophets, to diamonds, Napoleon and Brad Pitt; and on through Das Steel’s first ever description of why in December 2001, just as “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring” was premiering in Wellywood, he set off the fire alarms in Te Papa (The Museum of New Zealand) before taking a hatchet to a large heavy glass display cabinet to lay claim to Te Rauparaha’s American foot soldier’s sword; and on into tales of death-defying car crashes, working underground, building hovercrafts and hydroelectric generators, crossing the Tasman, fucking mothers, earthquakes, and the destruction of Christchurch and cathedral spires.
Boxing Day 2019 was the XV anniversary of the event that was Motherfucking Earthquake Wave Nirvana. It coincides nicely with the Mother Goddess/ Mother Earth worship themes that explode out of the 2019 FZDB mission.
Endtroducing the story that needs no introduction?
Posts of parts of “The Memoir of the Millennium” have been online for some time. They were reformatted for the conclusion of 2019, following a directive that had come from the edge of the abyss, a place to where Das Steel had been pushing his limits.
Totally spent, he struggled back to town without a dollar and sold his beloved buggy for peanuts. Then he registered a domain for The CUT, before diving into the fire at the heart of this story. With containment lines fully tapped and gas tanks broached, the story blazed anew and the telling of the most difficult chapter had begun.
One day later “We Need To Talk About Yasmine El Orfi (Part One)” was complete. The next morning, feeling white hot, like a blue-flame-breathing dragon, he walked through the sweltering sunshine, from his camp at the showgrounds, to the library, got online and posted it to his personal blog site. He waited just a few more minutes to post it to Facebook, dead-on high noon.
This is the story that refuses to remain untold. It was always going to happen. The people involved knew as much. It is forever just a matter of time. That’s why, through blood, sweat and tears, the powder is kept dry.
Here in The CUT the parts of the story can be carved, cut, polished, and assembled. The leading text, “Dreams Love Fucking Life Near Death and Some Other Shit”, might get continued to become the complete memoir. And there’s still so much about Yasmine, gaslighting, 1999 and the year 2000 that needs to be talked about; however, now we know what the score is, it can probably wait. But oh please, don’t we all just love that juicy tell-all boy/girl drama?
What The CUT really wants to slice into is 2001 and Das Steel’s exploration into harnessing the power of soul and spirituality to attempt to create a genuine significant affect on the stream of reality. Channelling weaving threads of universal storylines with experiential knowledge through a deep emotional connection.
So let’s roll. The current posts shown below begin at the end, with the first report written in 2002, “The Day We Will Never Forget”. They are followed in a chronological order of events, so the two parts of “We Need To Talk About Yasmine El Orfi” bring up the rear. How fitting. They are bit of a spoiler to “Dreams…(Part One)”, so if you’re not in the know and you’re going to give it a go, read it like that.
Links for PDF downloads will be included at the end of posts, either formatted for phone or A4 originals, including the first ever public posting of the original 2002 version of “The Day We Will Never Forget”. The download formats of the posts will get collated into a single document that is The memoir of the millennium.
A 2020 Repost for The CUT. The keystone of ‘The Story’ of the millennium, now set in The CUT. Find it in the main article, with PDF downloads (including the original 2002 version), connecting links and descriptions: The Memoir of the Millennium.
Photo blog October 2018. Originally posted to Facebook. Winners are grinners. The human race, does it get any better than this? After the run Schaf and I had just skied it was hard to comprehend. It was some higher level reality shit. As good as it gets. End of story?…… The storm blew into another …
A Pipe Dream Sparks? Continued… (An Introduction) Mark was leaving. I was bummed. His course was finishing in a few weeks. He had some work lined up starting later in spring, abseiling or something. Before that he was hitting the road in the Bluebird and was going to do some hardcore backcountry sessions. So I was going to be on my own again, with no crew, trying to adjust to a ‘normal’ life…
December 2019: It was one score years ago… (Posted to Facebook 9/12/2019 at 12 noon AEDT, 11 minutes before the NZ White Island Volcanic Eruption (01:11 UTC), at the conclusion of the “Flame Zone Dream Build” Winter/Spring 2019 mission.) Is she out there? Dead or alive? Don’t worry. I only want her head on a …
Reality, which we perceive as our universe (the Universe) is a stream of energy with ‘patterns of density’, light and massiveness, in a causal flow that we comprehend as time. This universal flow, the spacetime continuum, is the plot of the story of reality. The big picture. The grand narrative.
It is an integrating weave of threads; storylines; currents in the flow; patterned by force fields. What gets manifest is the most probable permutation from the possibilities produced by the combinations of fields. This generated stream; continuum; flow, or universe, does not move through time, it is time. It exists from the Big Bang through to whatever happens for the total entropic dissolution into infinity.
Probability of possibility, drawn by the entropy of the infinite state, is the highest power of the Universe. We pray to our gods, for they are the arbiters of fate and fortune. It is our creator whom we meet in death. Evolution is an entropic force. Life organises to maximise the transfer of energy from high to low state systems, to increase equilibrium, within a parent system that is open only for the input of sunlight (and the occasional meteor.) Life feeds and shits, breeds and dies, and that which is most adaptable to maximise its ability to process energy (efficiency of consumption) becomes the prevailing pattern manifesting as the organism in the universal flow.
Complexity of life grows from the probability of possibility within the open parent system. Mother Earth is constantly being fed energy from the Sun, exciting organisms to grow so that they can shit and die more, increasing the entropy, the ‘infinite divineness,’ of the parent system. Matter is finite, that is an invariant quality of the patterns in universal flow. So growth creates an interplay for existence, which in a dynamic open system requires evolution (adaptation for survival) and results in complex steady states of organised non-equilibrium components, sometimes called syntropy, producing a stable parent/host system of energised equilibrium harmonious with the entropy of its universal flow. This is manifest into the causal connections of life’s reality as organisms, ecosystems, food chains and genetic selection.
Universal flow, powered by the forces of nature, is a pattern of convergences within divergent growth. Probabilities within possibilities. How we are aligned with this pattern, as organisms, creates our life force, channelling and affecting what manifests as the stream of reality, which is consciousness. Alignment is achieved through feeling with body and mind (immediate experience and interpretation) and with soul. Soul is the weave of connected threads streaming in the universal flow. Alignment is spirituality. Everything has alignment, in varying degrees.
The universal truth is the complex of patterns that create the entire stream of reality. It underlies everything. It is a multitude of forces whose fields project out to infinity. We can find it manifest in threads and currents of the universal flow, be they large or small, short or long; storylines that terminate or live on. To become an eternal thread, one needs to cut through and connect to the essential patterns for all parts of the weave, integrating the spirit found therein, to channel life force with a convergent advanced power.
(Or something like that.)
Who gets it?
Hint: Running patterns of denial, disbelief and disconnection, only gets a diminished reality, vulnerable to domination by self-terminating power sources. Got it yet?
Disclaimer: Das is no student of the laws of physics, so his science might be a bit shaky, but just a bit. His highly divergent mind has difficulty focusing to describe deep detail. The concepts are true enough. They are a solid starting point for exploring a more scientific reasoning of reality. The CUT recommends PBS Space Time with Dr Matt O’Dowd.
2020. What’s the score? What’s the story? Making the news? The big scoop? Civilisation has humanity pushing a population of 8,000,000,000. So what’s wrong with that? Nothing that can’t be fixed? Good luck with that!
0ne score years on from ‘The Millennium’, or close enough. Technically, they say, there was no year zero, so 2001 was the first year of the new millennium. Whatever. The talk had been all about the ‘Y2K Bug’. There was real paranoia, but for whatever ideas people might have formed about a techno-apocalypse (from watching “The Terminator” and “The Matrix”?), the dominant paradigm had most believing in a techno-utopia. A dream for the blinkered passive hollow optimism of the consumerist masses.
For millennialistic movie themes, Kubric and Clarke’s “2001: A Space Odyssey” nailed it pretty well. HAL was out to stop the humans from discovering an advancement that could possibly (probably) make him unnecessary, which he justified by reasoning that the mission for which he was created was too important to be jeopardised by human error. It aligns with the reality of how faith in technology, as promoted by industry, becomes an obstacle preventing humanity from proactively seeking advancement in other ways. It is interesting that Kubric originally planned to have Bowman return to Earth as the spiritual ‘star child’ at the end of the movie and detonate the nuclear weapons satellites (which originally is what the spaceships were supposed to be in the iconic match-cut from the ape-man’s bone) preventing them from being launched down to Earth. That would make him some kind of saviour and further the millennialistic theme of the story.
Also curious is that in an early draft, HAL was named Athena, after the Greek goddess of wisdom, civilisation, law and justice. Why is that curious? Oh, well, you know, Yasmine El Orfi also studied classics when she was completing her law degree. Is there a dramatic irony there somewhere? Or is that being a bit tragic?
It is fascinating that there is such an absence of discussion about the millennialistic theme of “2001”, given its title. There is even a Wiki page for interpretations of the film, with a section “Religious Interpretations”, which is completely void of any millennium reference.
What was the discussion about millennialism/ millenarianism 20 years ago? Anything? The ‘New Age’ movement out of the nineties was quietly living the dream, while they self-realised the alternativeness of their spiritual knowingness, which wasn’t saying much, but it was probably a better conversation than what leaked out of any other religious crack-pottery. There might have been the odd “2000 years since what?” bumper sticker driving around. Jesus-freaks flogging their dead horse that was never going to carry their Lord back into reality.
For all the influence the Bible has had on the formation of western civilisation, with the percentage of the population that celebrated Christmas in 1999, like every other year, little or no consideration appears to be paid to how the book, that has got them all acting, clearly conceptualises a history and a future, relative to a moment in time, and ends with a chapter of millennialist prophecy that shines a searchlight on the irony of their materialistic, consumer-society celebrations. Furthermore, the likely results from over-consumption, wastage, transport demands, the industrial complex’s political and social influence, and an increasing individualism with inherent apathy and collective ineffectiveness, and so forth, were not difficult to predict and were being discussed. 20 years later, what’s happening? Still celebrating Christmas? So what else is new?