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"I WOULD IMAGINE MYSELF OUT OF THIS.....AS I ALWAYS HAD, AND ALWAYS WOULD."

Writer. Released my autobiography in 2011 "I Hardly Knew Me." Next completed book is a collection of short stories " Linear Mathematics in Infinite Dimensions and other short stories." Looking for interested publishers.

Founder of Tribute Championship Wrestling. Pro-Wrestler. Audio-researcher. Smut peddler.

He lives with his 43 cats in Tokyo, Japan.

Jacurutu:23 is a self-described “Scissorman”, one who cuts up and reassembles sound, video, art and reality itself to suit his own means. He is a professional wrestler, an audio-informant with numerous releases as Jacurutu:3 and under several other aliases. He founded the Life-power church as a pro wrestling faction, built upon the ideas developed in his self-published first book in 2009, The Scissor Bible, (a book of continuous writing.) which has been reprinted as part of his biography "I HARDLY KNEW ME". He works closely alongside artist and "wrecker of civilization" Genesis P-Orridge as an archivist of Gen's 50 plus years of creative works and together they founded the One True Topi Tribe.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Solve this problem to win a free copy of my book. "Linear Mathematics in Infinite Dimensions" on kindle

Sunday, June 23, 2013

My Book "Linear Mathematics In Infinite Dimensions" out now!

"Linear Mathematics In Infinite Dimensions" is now available on kindle for only 99 cents! Purchase at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DJUA5DK 

The completion of this book is a personal alphaaa and omeggga for me as I began writing it at age 6, and completed it after many of life's magical mystery detours and two hits of acid a month ago. What would the 6 year old me think of the story we wrote together? I am sure he would like it.

Print version also available for 3.99 here! 
https://www.createspace.com/4327689



Soundtrack to my  "Linear Mathematics in Infinite Dimensions" is now uploaded! ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK CAN BE PURCHASED FOR ONLY $1 Avaliable through Topi-Network.! Pay more if you like, should you have the "doll hairs" to donate.http://otttnettwork.bandcamp.com/album/linear-mathematics-in-infinite-dimensions-soundtrack



With this book complete (and a few other surprises arriving) I have a plane to catch in a few days back to Roswell, New Mexico for the next-new-way-on where I plan to finish off some other works in progress with a sensory deprivation tank and a mini cassette recorder. With nothing to lose in my life I have found the creativity gates burst open and my head exploding, not to mention the reactions to what I have been writing by friends new and old as well as their own inspiring creations. Lots of amazing things to come from these new connections and networks

...Show me yours and I'll show you mine.
Jacurutu:23

Alphaaa: Blue 2012 Chapter 5 “Post Y2k...”

The story of the story of Alphaaa:Blue 2012. The final Jacurutu:3 album (upgraded to Jacurutu:23) would have been “Alphaaa:Blue 2012 -the rise, fall and inevitable rebirth of Jacurutu23 and the lost keys of Enoch”, and is the audio version of a story I began writing when I was a kid, one of the very first stories that I wrote. It was contained within three blue 3-subject notebooks. It is the soundtrack to the end of the world and the beginning of the world. An alphaaa and omeggga.

It is an album that no one will ever hear, as I reached the end of the ten year cycle of the Jacurutu:3 experiment in 2013. 2012 was the end of my own personal world. The next-new-way-on was here for me, and I would devote all of my creative energy to writing from that point on.
But that story isn’t over because you will never hear it, it’s now going to be written down to share with you, and its going to be open-source, as you will determine how the story unfolds by your reactions to it. It is a story that will never be finished, complete. It will exist solely upon this facebook site here in my notes, as for many years I have had in mind to compose a cyber-sigil, something that would take advantage of the collaborative nature of the internet blah blah social networks twitter wiki web 2.0. I steadily find these things more and more of an annoyance but what If I used them to spread my own magic-virus and see firsthand how it affects others and myself? The text of each chapter is merely a jumping off point for other imaginative creations.

The story itself is based in Magical intent. A counter-narrative strategy. Sympathetic magic involves making a scale model, a simulation, or isomorphic mapping of the real world, and by causing changes in the model…whether by sticking pins in the heart of a voodoo doll or painting spears in the hides of cave-wall aurochs- real world events can be persuaded into a synchronous relationship with the magicians will or intent. This would be hi-tech voodoo. Write comments as yourself or as a character, each reaction determines where it all heads. Share with anyone you think may be interested. Thanks for reading… Jacurutu:23/ Garry 

Alphaaa: Blue 2012 Chapter 5 “Post Y2k...”
By Jacurutu:23
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was an age of wisdom, it was an age of Roman legionnaires riding about on dinosaurs.
  • Charles Dickens


    Y2k came and went.
    And the end comes all at once; with bangs and whimpers equally represented. Uncounted millennia impact into seconds, then compress to a single point containing everything. I decided to focus upon the next date that had been given infinite power by fear and worry. Dec 21 2012. Everything I would ever do would lead up to this date. If it passed and nothing happened, what would I be after that?. It was a long way off during the year 2000 and I didn’t have time to think about it now. When that date came I would have to simply become something new.

    Time and space are an editing suite. The cut and paste has already begun. Look around you! We've been invaded and colonized by the future and we don't even know it.

    These dates fascinated me. That’s exactly how daily life feels for the millions of people in this country and all the others now addicted to fear itself, according to a wildly prophetic rant I found on the Internet and ate up...

    I realized from this a general fear could be used and directed . I didn’t know who THEY were yet but I knew they were out there.

    The idea of turning Fear itself into the drug of choice for a paranoid, post-e generation was the brainchild of a group of elite media names and top civil servants.

    “We pull the behavioral strings of nations. All for our gain.”

    So begins the looping, self-referential manifesto of The Borr’ians, one of a number of new corporate self-help groups popping up all over www.com.

    They roped you in if you were “looking for something “ They say they are prepared to enforce ‘transcendental materialism’ as the central tenet of a New World Order well under way. They are familiar with sophisticated NLP personality modification techniques and demographic profile analysis. Ultimately, they’d like to convince you to pay money to watch yourself paying money to watch yourself. Because while you’re watching television, they’re taking over the world...

    Scared of never being anything? Then you needed to look up the Borrians. They would let you “find them” but they were really looking for you.

    Tense up. That’s all perfectly normal. Like me and like almost everyone else in Western Consumer Culture you are hopelessly addicted to refined sugar and caffeine. Both these drugs are high-level stimulants and here are some of the clinical symptoms of speed psychosis:

    ” ...User feels depressed, extremely anxious, irritable, hostile, alienated, fearful, confused and paranoid.”

    The Borr'ians were an act behind this and everything else…they were THEY in the highest sense. Nothing left to chance…nothing was just there to consume. It had a reason. These poisons continued to flow through my system for years and years and there was certainly a reason that they wanted me to continue to do so.

    Imagine the Fear and the fever, spreading out from sweaty white skin to everything it touches. Imagine an entire population sat on its ass,, superinjected 24 hours a day with anxiety-generating hypersounds and high-speed images. Every light becomes a frantic manga blur, every face you look at is cartooning into at least one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone’s out to get you but that¹s okay because you’re out to get them. Road Rage. Fast food. Acid head execs and Silicon Valley stoners turning trailers and car ads into perfect, screaming recreations of their hallucinogen-fuelled D&D sessions and firing them at your living room. Imagine all the symptoms cranked up to twelve as a way of life.

    DOES ANYBODY WANT TO GO FASTER???

    DOES ANYBODY WANT TO GO BAKWARDS???

    Take a look around.

    THEY were the Borr'ians.

    After defeating the Computer god and a period of time passing and it was safe to use the internet again I SET MYSELF UP AS A pop- (god).

    Half a mouse click away in alternity.

    1999 was a sun year….the children produced during the black sun, what would they bring? That was the future and future events such as these will effect you in the future.

    I went fully digital. But that could only be one part of it. A living archetype.

    As is well documented, the original Surrealist Movement of the 1920s picked up and developed a number of ideas which emerged out of the work of the pre-war Futurists and Dadaists. One of the most important of these ideas involved the transformation of ordinary objects by placing them in extraordinary settings. What If I reversed that and place something extraordinary in an ordinary setting? Right here in grim and gray Dayton, Ohio?

    This would involve having to leave the house.

    I would hit up the Everlasting Night Club as different things…a woman. A “normal”...a this, a that.

    Then I remembered the magical word of my youth…my own “Shazam”... it was Jacurutu.

    It wrote itself…

    Define the look of the post-rave generation before they do. This was the look of the day after tomorrow.. this was 2012 in 2000.

    First time in the city…squeezed into prisms, labyrinths, clusters of unlikely cubes and planes in the unending mathematical intricacy of the Witch House are the clientele; a scintillating cross-section not only of the Quarter’s bohemian nightlife but also of a higher-dimensional omnifunctional entity. Everyone who is everyone is here tonight, in the most literal sense.

    Graffiti somewhere reads “ _____ ______ _____.”

    The angles are all wrong but non-Euclidean geometry is the only way to pack in the hundreds-strong crowd.

    2013: For just a moment she is the eternal living embodiment of the infinite diversity of life itself and I want to fuck her all the way to the root of the atom.

    2000 me is talking to her but she’s all over the place, as she turns, her body morphs and drags. It wasn’t time yet.

    I had the persona, now it was time to release the music I had made.
    I took a listen to what was out there.

    Post-techno, the Muzack’s pure, concentrated information, stripped raw, seething with dangerous fastbreeding subliminals. It is to dance music what crack is to cocaine.

    I had to fight back with the anti-Muzak.

    I somehow found myself passing between the pleading, wailing throng of gorgeous girls in supersexy clothes - the 90s is 60s look of today mutated.

    Abaddon’s Witness have this to say about the use of Fear as a narcotic. With language more suited to sci-fi cultus than the corporate self-help seminar, the Borr'ians take flight into philo-paranoid realms of pure crushing hopelessness. Hold on tight, take a deep breath and join them in the depths of the new corporate-materialist nightmare.

    The soulless bureauboffins of the Nine Underground Ministries saw it all coming. It’s not hard to use 11 year solar-magnetic cycles to predict cyclical pop cultural trends and exploit them.

    It was set to open the floodgates for a gleefully-catalogued tide of internet porn stories, killer kids, rampant pedophilia, violated bodies. The world seemed darker and more frightening as the Fear proliferated and millions became addicted to regular adrenaline rushes without even realizing they were abusing a self-administered drug. Nerves were wired so tightly they whined in the slightest breeze and Fear was to be a Beaufort scale hurricane raging through the human Central Nervous System.

    ”I’m afraid you might need a anti-depressant, Garry.”

    With little left to vex us, except how to spend time in a world coddled by loving machines, we can gorge safely on the pure undiluted aphrodisiac of Fear ‘they’ sent to daunt us. Existential dread, body horror, social taboos are all cycled like manure back into the luminous soil of our video games, late night comedy, ‘Panorama’ specials, blockbusters and daily papers.


    Fear itself has been somehow been distilled into a pure essence and transmitted through every available media orifice direct to the avenues and alleyways of Yourtown.

    The new culture of Fear is an all-engulfing, immersive sickness, as hilarious as it is horrible. Like the Tibetan initiate in the midst of chod meditation, who watches his body torn limb from limb by demons, then becomes a demon and joins in, to help devour himself like a bucket of guts, perhaps it’s best to dig in while the meat’s still hot.

    With every camera that goes up, with every new star surveillance creates, even the 20th century’s most haunting terror - loss of individuality, privacy and personal sovereignty - is a joke and a flourishing cash cow. Everyone wants to be noticed and like Orwell’s ultimate alt.authoritarian/bondage/fetish hero, Winston Smith – crushed, demoralised and humiliated to the flattened, nadir of all human spirit - we finally, hilariously love Big Brother. They BEG to be a part of the show, for they could not be left out. They were the Plastic People, who bought everything the Borr’ians sold them, hook line and sinker. They HAD to have their 15 minutes of “fame”

    The Plastic People were only part of the equation, they were Borr'ian “fans.” Their was also the Snake people, the Stick people, Also a collection of mysterious artificial intelligences that they hide behind, the Machmen and so many more. But make no mistake, the Borr'ians were the top of the food chain, this entire system was put into place by them. You had to write your way out of it.

    The internet itself is where they tested out their ideas in socail engineering. Just as I had done.

    Oh, sooner or later the Borr'ians and I would meet. It was inevitable.

    I created one character that was a carrier of a meme that says ”we don’t have to take this, we can refuse and resist” his very existence demonstrating that the forces of control and domination can be opposed..spreads the idea of resistance…he is a vector for an information virus.


    ‘BY 2012, THERE WILL BE NO MORE INFORMATION! ALL WE’LL HAVE IS GARBAGE IN THE SYSTEM! INFORMATION IS A FINITE RESOURCE AND WE ARE QUITE SIMPLY BREAKING IT DOWN TOO RAPIDLY!
    “EVEN SHAKESPEARE’S TEXTS WILL HAVE DISASSEMBLED INTO AD JINGLES AND COKE PROMOS – 'HAMLET’ REDUCED TO A THIRTY SECOND PITCH FOR NEW DIET COKE!”

    Time to shut down the Game with the appropriate flourish. The big photo finish

    Sunday, June 9, 2013

    Suicide Pyramid Action: Power up Chapter 3


    Suicide Pyramid Action: Power Up is a story series that is exclusive to www.Jacurutu3.com

    Catch up on chapters 1 and 2 here...http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/suicide-pyramid-action-power-up-story.html


    Suicide Pyramid Action: Power Up Chapter 3 
    By Jacurutu:23


    Computer God-computerized brain thinking sealed robot operating arm surgery cabinet machine removal of most of the frontal command lobe of the brain, gradually.

    Mindfile #679

    My father had lived in a single, large room that he had rented since 1930. The room was filled from floor to ceiling with debris of his scavenging. He would take long walks in order to gather his amazing collections, and at great distances from home he could be seen poking through garbage with his cane, looking for his treasures. Crucifixes, broken toys, old magazines, scores of used eyeglasses repaired with tape, dozens of empty bottles of Pepto Bismol, hundreds of balls of twine that he made by taping small pieces together; the list was endless...

    I had carried it on from him of course. Even piece of a persons trash had a story to tell. The longer they had had it with them it with them, the more powerful it’s vibrations.

    Father said that regulating the tide of trash was impossible. And that some forms of pollution would evolve into lifeforms, developing rudimentary language skills, and I would eventually become the only effective go-between for old and new lifeforms alike.

    Trash management quickly became trash monitoring. Keeping count of the amount of debris in stream, and committing the statistics to memory nightly.


    I only kept what I could carry, though. I lived on the streets that I forgot how many years had passed. The days, weeks, months, and years all kind of being one thing.

    I would find caviar in some of the upper-class dumpsters and spit it out in disgust.

    When I needed to, every 4 or 5 days or so I would eat a plastic wrapped sandwich just to keep powering the rotting carcass that I, meaning my soul, Inhabit. I always had this feeling of my skin being to tight.

    One day Father appeared and bitched me out for my selfish way of life. A wicked fight erupted between us and it’s the kind of thing where you can’t believe that you are directly involved in such an emotional moment directly. I had simply lived life by following his example but now he had changed, believing I was only thinking of myself but living here on the streets .

    A long time after that I tried to make sense of it all. I had one of my most intense breakdowns…but not the only one…after taking ecstasy every single night for 5 weeks. I found I had no personality left whatsoever. I was alien. I found hidden meanings in your trash. Some were there and some weren't really there.

    It was around this time I first met Takeshi. He just appeared one day, travelling with our group of street kids. There were times I would be running with the group and others where I would do my own thing for 3 or 4 months, and I would reconnect with them later. There were always there. A sense of security when I felt that perhaps I needed it.

    Takeshi used thick, looping, swirling letters linked together for easier execution, intricate enough to make them illegible to the untrained eye. Although everyone knew him as Takeshi and he still wrote the name when it suited him, his latest tag was “MIRACLE ECTASY BOMB”- he had been using it for about 6 months, and it was the name I had given him. He had been tagging since he was 12, he was now 23 and was introducing it to most of our street group who had never really bothered with the idea of tagging. I began to see how hidden messages could be imprinted in these-street glyphs. They were modern day cave paintings, and if you imprinted enough of what was you into what you made, you could make things happen. It was what I had already learned by digging through your trash.

    And I keep thinking, if I was going through some weird after life purgatory, would I know it?






    Sunday, May 26, 2013

    ALPHAAA:BLUE 2012 STORY SERIES / CYBERSIGIL BY JACURUTU:23 ALL CHAPTERS HERE

    The story of the story of Alphaaa:Blue 2012. The final Jacurutu:3 album (upgraded to Jacurutu:23) would have been “Alphaaa:Blue 2012 -the rise, fall and inevitable rebirth of Jacurutu23 and the lost keys of Enoch”, and is the audio version of a story I began writing when I was a kid, one of the very first stories that I wrote. It was contained within three blue 3-subject notebooks. It is the soundtrack to the end of the world and the beginning of the world. An alphaaa and omeggga.

    It is an album that no one will ever hear, as I reached the end of the ten year cycle of the Jacurutu:3 experiment in 2013. 2012 was the end of my own personal world. The next-new-way-on was here for me, and I would devote all of my creative energy to writing from that point on.

    But that story isn’t over because you will never hear it, it’s now going to be written down to share with you, and its going to be open-source, as you will determine how the story unfolds by your reactions to it. It is a story that will never be finished, complete. It will exist solely upon this facebook site here in my notes, as for many years I have had in mind to compose a cyber-sigil, something that would take advantage of the collaborative nature of the internet blah blah social networks twitter wiki web 2.0. I steadily find these things more and more of an annoyance but what If I used them to spread my own magic-virus and see firsthand how it affects others and myself? The text of each chapter is merely a jumping off point for other imaginative creations.

    The story itself is based in Magical intent. A counter-narrative strategy. Sympathetic magic involves making a scale model, a simulation, or isomorphic mapping of the real world, and by causing changes in the model…whether by sticking pins in the heart of a voodoo doll or painting spears in the hides of cave-wall aurochs- real world events can be persuaded into a synchronous relationship with the magicians will or intent. This would be hi-tech voodoo. Write comments as yourself or as a character, each reaction determines where it all heads. Share with anyone you think may be interested. Thanks for reading… Jacurutu:23/ Garry
     



    Chapter 3 “Death of The Computer God” 

    Suicide Pyramid Action: Power up story series exclusive to www.jacurutu3.com All chapters here

    Suicide Pyramid Action: Power up is a story series that is exclusive to www.jacurutu3.com

    Chapter one 

    Chapter 2 

    Chapter 3





    Sound Sigilization to supplement the Cyber-sigil/ Story series Suicide Pyramid Action: Power Up by Jacurutu:23 Free or Name your Price...
    Topi-Network Release #27 Suicide Pyramid Action: Power up" -

    Alphaaa: Blue 2012 Chapter 4 Death Of the Computer God Part 2

    The story of the story of Alphaaa:Blue 2012. The final Jacurutu:3 album (upgraded to Jacurutu:23) would have been “Alphaaa:Blue 2012 -the rise, fall and inevitable rebirth of Jacurutu23 and the lost keys of Enoch”, and is the audio version of a story I began writing when I was a kid, one of the very first stories that I wrote. It was contained within three blue 3-subject notebooks. It is the soundtrack to the end of the world and the beginning of the world. An alphaaa and omeggga.

    It is an album that no one will ever hear, as I reached the end of the ten year cycle of the Jacurutu:3 experiment in 2013. 2012 was the end of my own personal world. The next-new-way-on was here for me, and I would devote all of my creative energy to writing from that point on.

    But that story isn’t over because you will never hear it, it’s now going to be written down to share with you, and its going to be open-source, as you will determine how the story unfolds by your reactions to it. It is a story that will never be finished, complete. It will exist solely upon this facebook site here in my notes, as for many years I have had in mind to compose a cyber-sigil, something that would take advantage of the collaborative nature of the internet blah blah social networks twitter wiki web 2.0. I steadily find these things more and more of an annoyance but what If I used them to spread my own magic-virus and see firsthand how it affects others and myself? The text of each chapter is merely a jumping off point for other imaginative creations.

    The story itself is based in Magical intent. A counter-narrative strategy. Sympathetic magic involves making a scale model, a simulation, or isomorphic mapping of the real world, and by causing changes in the model…whether by sticking pins in the heart of a voodoo doll or painting spears in the hides of cave-wall aurochs- real world events can be persuaded into a synchronous relationship with the magicians will or intent. This would be hi-tech voodoo. Write comments as yourself or as a character, each reaction determines where it all heads. Share with anyone you think may be interested. Thanks for reading… Jacurutu:23/ Garry
     

    Chapter one Singggularity.”can be read here http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/the-story-of-story-of-alphaaablue-2012.html

    Chapter two "The Process is the Product"can be read here http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/alphaaablue-2012-chapter-two-process-is.html

    Chapter 3 “Death of The Computer God” part one can be read here http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/alphaaablue-2012chapter-3-death-of.html


    Alphaaa: Blue Chapter 4 “Death of the Computer God part 2
    By Jacurutu:23
    Before I am exterminated by this gangster, Computer God, concocted and controlled worst mongrel organized crime murder incorporated Gangster Communist government, I hand YOU the secrets to save the entire human race, and the entire UNIVERSE. This is what the Rigelian Said. (TRANSLATED FROM HIS LANGUAGE)

    "They developed a plan to insidiously retake the surface by blending their genetics with the genetics of the surface humans. Because the human prototype already had Reptilian genetics, it was easy to access the mind-pattern. The Reptilian frequency was already established in the brain stem as well as the Reptilian brain section of these hybrid humans."

    "They enjoy human flesh, and human children best, for two reasons. The first is that children don't have the accumulation of pollutants in their bodies that adults do, and when children are put into a state of fear, their energy and field and adrenaline just explode. The reptilians get a "rush" from this stuff."
    "Of course, with the Reptilians off the Earth's surface, the Atlanteans were free to play with this new mankind and establish humans as the ruler of this planet. They established colonies all over the remaining portions of land. They invited the Sirians to come and play with them. They booted the Marduk beings off-world and took control of their slaves.

    They created new hybrids for sea and land, one of which became the Merfolk, a genetic blend of human and dolphin. The dolphin species was brought here from the Andromeda Galaxy to monitor all of these events" (this is where I came in.)

    Using these humans, they began a new hybridization program that took several generations to perfect. Their goal was to reach a human / Reptilian genetic 50/50 split. This would produce a human-looking Reptilian that could easily shapeshift from Reptilian to human, then back again. Shapeshifting was accomplished simply by concentrating on the genetics the hybrid wished to open, or lock up, whatever the case may be.

    He spoke with a hissing noise in a language that sounded guttural and severe. HE TOO, WAS ONE OF THEM. Simultaneously, I heard the meaning of his words in my head. A member of a vast empire that spanned a large portion of the galaxy, his people are attempting to occupy all of the star systems on the outer fringes of this galaxy, eventually working their way inward. A defector, he now advises this council on the possible activities of these invasion forces.

    According to the TRAITOR, the Earth was invaded many thousands of years ago by an army of his people that arrived in a huge ship that is now the moon of Earth.
    The game was up...I was cornered! This could be the end.

    Our weapon to fight back was the synthetic nerve-radio directional antennae loop! Unfortunately, I had nothing of the sort on me at the moment. Bad planning. Very sloppy. Amateurish.

    The frequency is more powerful than the dolphin frequency.

    It bears some resemblance to the trance music found in Morocco, which is magical in origin and purpose–that is, concerned with the evocation and control of spiritual forces. In Morocco, musicians are also magicians. Gnaoua music is used to drive out evil spirits. The music of Joujouka evokes the God Pan, Pan God of Panic, representing the real magical forces that sweep away the spurious. It is to be remembered that the origin of all the arts–music, painting and writing–is magical and evocative; and that magic is always used to obtain some definite result, the result aimed at would seem to be the creation of energy in the performers and in the audience. For such magic to succeed, it must tap the sources of magical energy, and this can be dangerous.

    Music, like all the arts, is magical and ceremonial in origin. Can rock music return to these ceremonial roots and take its fans with it? Can rock music use older forms like Moroccan trance music? There is at present a wide interest among young people in the occult and all means of expanding consciousness. Can rock music appeal directly to this interest? In short, there are a number of disparate tendencies waiting to be synthesized. Can rock music serve as a vehicle for this synthesis?

    Well, infra-sound is sound below the level of hearing. And it was developed by someone named Professor Gavreau in France (agent 342) but was "stolen" as a military weapon. He had an infra-sound installation that he could turn on and kill everything within five miles. It can also knock down walls and break windows. But it kills by setting up vibrations within the body. Well, what I was wondering was, whether rhythmical music at sort of the borderline of infra-sound could be used to produce rhythms in the audience–because, of course, any music with volume will set up these vibrations. That is part of the way the effect is achieved.

    The inventor of another process was (agent 603) Major Bruce MacMannaway, a healer and psychic who lives in Scotland. The Major discovered his healing abilities in World War II when his regiment was cut off without medical supplies and the Major started laying his hands on the injured in a healing fashion. The entire time he was quoted as saying "I think it’s a load of bollocks but I’ll try anything.”
    His psychic abilities were so highly regarded by the Admiralty that he was called in to locate sunken submarines, and he never once missed.

    Could something be developed comparable to the sonar communication of dolphins, conveying an immediate sonar experience that requires no symbolic translation? I mentioned that I had talked with Dr. Truby, (agent 109) who worked with John Lilly recording dolphins. Dr. Truby is a specialist in inter-species communication, working on a grant from the government–and also helping us at the same time.
    (As most agents do.)

    I suggested to him that ALL communication, as we know it, is actually inter-species communication, and that it is kept that way by the nature of verbal and symbolic communication, which must be indirect.

    Do dolphins have a language? What is a language? I define a language as a communication system in which data are represented by verbal or written symbols–symbols that ARE NOT THE OBJECTS to which they refer. The word “chair” is not the object itself, the chair. So any such system of communication is always second-hand and symbolic, whereas we CAN conceive of a form of communication that would be immediate and direct, undercutting the need for symbols. And music certainly comes closer to such direct communication than language.

    Ah, hah…A death ray machine! Of course, when radio first came out they were picketing all the radio stations, weren’t they, saying “We don’t want these poisonous rays.”
    (….Yes, well…certain notes can break glasses. I mean, opera singers can break glasses with sound, this is true.

    Data transfer noise overload for hi-fi freaks. Tape of the single version played so quickly it loses any kind of sense. The swamp of hiss and electronic-crackle.

    A rock concert is in fact a rite involving the evocation and transmutation of energy.
    Rock stars may be compared to priests, a theme that was treated in Peter Watkins’ film "Privilege." In that film a rock star was manipulated by reactionary forces to set up a state religion.
    To make a long story short, all that brought me here:
    A lynching ...unbelievably staged like Hollywood. For ratings...

    WHY do I feel like a book that's being read...
    So, they wanted to know our techniques.

    I would tell them some, but not all. Just enough for them to have an understanding of just how much we know about them.

    What is it about the human mind that causes some species to want to suppress us so much? What is it that is so unique to our genetic make up?

    The doctor injected me with a vial of neon blue liquid that would block the alpha-waves.

    They have deployed a lot of resources and technology in an attempt to stop us. I may indeed die here, but there are infinite copies.

    "I'LL NEVER TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!"

    They seemed to enjoy this outburst of emotion.

    I don't know if it is so much our minds as it is our extremes of emotions and our
    essence. They have always stressed that the containment of emotion in physical form is what is most attractive, because they want this due to their loss of passion, and as a result they have become more dependent on technology.

    That is why they are manipulating us through belief systems in order to try
    and get is to relinquish our free will, by coercing us to use our own free will against us and ask them to come down here and control us. It's a choice.

    They were most concerned with the origins of my "infernal" talking machine. So I told them. They would never be able to stop it. The schematics could be copied infinitely.

    "In the mid-1960s I became extremely interested in tape loops, particularly of people speaking."

    "I recorded a street preacher on union square talking about Noah and the flood. I made various tape loops of his voice at home."
    For a brief second it's almost as though I detect a presence in my mind. I pay it no attention and continue on.
    "I had two cheap mono recorders and made two identical copies of the loop. I put one on each machine and put on my headphones."

    "The sound appeared to be in the middle of my head, but as I listened, it started to move to the left-first to my left ear than down my left arm, out across the floor to the left then finally, a kind of reverb between the channels."

    "I kept listening until the two loops were 180 degrees out of phase.
    I kept on listening and very, very slowly the two loops came back into unison...this was clearly something to pursue."

    Sounds I recorded in New York City and played back elsewhere became part of the instrumental fabric, a way to misappropriate to the signals of their satellites in the sky constantly beaming down at us fear in the mathematical Form.

    I told them a bit more...

    "We developed a character through the software program nato.0+55..."

    Agent 901 was a person made of text completely; playing the same game the snakes were...they certainly didn't like hearing this.

    Agent 901 could be based upon a real person, maybe not. Even if I was going to tell them I couldn't remember. (Hahaha.)

    They had been following her automatically-sent emails for years. For someone who didn't exist she sure gave them a lot of headaches.

    She could collect and negotiate information.
    Random, rapid-fire free association processing.

    Her program would collect the same "alert words" that were highlighted by the reptilians to let them know if someone was onto them.

    She worked as a product of osmosis...she would take the words, flip them inside-out and generate a manifesto about it.

    There's always a rhythm to the space between things. What was said and what they were looking for was just as important as what they weren't looking for.

    Agent 527 was a theoretician, Together, using our sound systems we sounded like a band playing different songs simultaneously and it was beautiful...music to my ears...but not the reptilians.

    Anyway, back to pure sound. Constellations of sound, memory and expression are pretty much the core structures of this universe.

    A mixtape of Burroughs vs. Grandmaster Flash would throw them into fits.
    It was absolutely indecipherable to them, and that, in itself drove them crazy.
    A deadly weapon against their nervous systems. As well as their systems.
    OHM.
    We became connected to the tapes...imprinted on them.
    I continue to tell them that I...
    I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.
    I thought I was a step ahead...I thought I could still get out, but they had me the whole time.
    I made a mistake, forgetting that they are always moving in a repeating pattern...don't think about where they are...think about where they will be.
    TOO LATE.
    I'm restrained somewhere...I thought I was in control the whole time, but far from it. Sedatives, chemicals running through my body, hooked up to a DEADLY TOUCH TABIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK FLASHLIGHTS.
    I don't know what they gave to me...feels like I'm split in two.
    False memories they programmed into me to keep me occupied and distracted while they stole the real memories. I was so cocky...so sure of myself.
    Do you ever imagine you're someone else?
    This whole time, hiding in my memories. So obvious, but so effective. Stupid, stupid, STUPID. Sloppy. Amateurish. So obvious...after all, they simply took over the reptilian part of my brain.
    Beyond the visions, I found something, in the dark, inside. A shape of something I can’t even say or describe. A scar on my consciousness. As if something had been hidden there. Tattooed, scabbed into place and long forgotten in some ultimate black cellar where my memories just… run out. I found a hole in my mind waiting to open up and swallow me whole. Anyway, I've read how traumatized children sometimes develop cover personalities to protect themselves from painful repressed memories…
    What if they had been watching me the whole time...what if I had literally handed myself over to them?
    What if there was something else? Some kind of sickness at the root of the family tree. A worm at the foundations?
    Too late, I saw the shape of the trap that had been waiting for me since the day I was born…. That Hole in Things was everywhere. It was in every best laid plan.
    Cursed from the beginning, under constant surveillance, they monitored me through my Fathers Air Force career.
    They won when they made me think like them.
    A victim of post-hypnotic suggestions for years.
    The whole time they were triggering, sorting, filing and converting memories into their database...like I had imagined Agent 901 was doing.
    The Psycho-merge. The mind hook-up.
    It was like another...person sharing your flesh, pre-empting my own receptive patterns.
    The innermost layers of the mind, where the real war is being fought.
    I used to love to read. Mysteries, unlikely tales.
    They kept extracting agonizing memories.
    When I thought I was ahead of them, when I thought I could easily escape, it was all really closing in around me. It had always been there.
    By now, they will have most of the data they need...and the stored tactical knowledge of all my predecessors.
    I dragged them all into my story. I'm so sorry.
    They say, within my head "When will the absolute failure of your mission become as apparent to you as it has to others."
    Chronicling a provincial young man’s attempts to socially rise beyond his plebeian birth with a combination of talent and hard work, deception and hypocrisy — yet who ultimately allows his passions to betray him.
    I keep thinking I should have done more somehow. I can't seem to get it out of my head.
    The game was up...I had yielded all the secrets of my life to them, practically handed them over.
    No. I recognize that it is the anti-life equation itself being used...to make me doubt myself.
    In my mind it can take any form...be anything.
    They are stealing my DNA...and my memories.
    They can have it...if they can handle it.
    They now know be better than anyone. Can they endure that?
    Emotional transfer.
    Even my life memories can be a weapon.
    They will surrender themselves to a living ideal just as I had.
    I made up a story once.


    Alphaaa:Blue 2012.Chapter 3: "Death of the Computer God"

    The story of the story of Alphaaa:Blue 2012. The final Jacurutu:3 album (upgraded to Jacurutu:23) would have been “Alphaaa:Blue 2012 -the rise, fall and inevitable rebirth of Jacurutu23 and the lost keys of Enoch”, and is the audio version of a story I began writing when I was a kid, one of the very first stories that I wrote. It was contained within three blue 3-subject notebooks. It is the soundtrack to the end of the world and the beginning of the world. An alphaaa and omeggga.

    It is an album that no one will ever hear, as I reached the end of the ten year cycle of the Jacurutu:3 experiment in 2013. 2012 was the end of my own personal world. The next-new-way-on was here for me, and I would devote all of my creative energy to writing from that point on.

    But that story isn’t over because you will never hear it, it’s now going to be written down to share with you, and its going to be open-source, as you will determine how the story unfolds by your reactions to it. It is a story that will never be finished, complete. It will exist solely upon this facebook site here in my notes, as for many years I have had in mind to compose a cyber-sigil, something that would take advantage of the collaborative nature of the internet blah blah social networks twitter wiki web 2.0. I steadily find these things more and more of an annoyance but what If I used them to spread my own magic-virus and see firsthand how it affects others and myself? The text of each chapter is merely a jumping off point for other imaginative creations.

    The story itself is based in Magical intent. A counter-narrative strategy. Sympathetic magic involves making a scale model, a simulation, or isomorphic mapping of the real world, and by causing changes in the model…whether by sticking pins in the heart of a voodoo doll or painting spears in the hides of cave-wall aurochs- real world events can be persuaded into a synchronous relationship with the magicians will or intent. This would be hi-tech voodoo. Write comments as yourself or as a character, each reaction determines where it all heads. Share with anyone you think may be interested. Thanks for reading… Jacurutu:23/ Garry
     

    Chapter one Singggularity.”can be read here http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/the-story-of-story-of-alphaaablue-2012.html

    Chapter two "The Process is the Product"can be read here http://www.jacurutu3.com/2013/05/alphaaablue-2012-chapter-two-process-is.html




    Alphaaa:Blue 2012.Chapter 3: "Death of the Computer God"




    I preferred my internet friends over having to have friends in "real life." Many frequently found me incomprehensible, due to my way of speaking tangentially.

    I wished that I could ultimately, upload my consciousness to the Internet in order to evolve into a being of pure energy, although I never could quite figure out how long it would take to upload a file of that size on a 56k modem.

    Unsure of how to do the things I wanted to do, I began wandering the streets at night, rearranging furniture within the house, spending long periods locked in my room, writing incoherently, and otherwise losing time to activities containing no inherent goal or reason.

    A lot of this time was spent in a room using a 4 track to record hypnotic keyboard beats that would take up the entirety of a cassette tape..they stretched on and on and on, long enough to fill those years.

    I would play the tapes back from a cassette deck into an effects unit and I manipulate and effect the tracks as they played. It was my first fascination with editing. I would also learn that if anything is recorded, than it can be edited. If something can be edited than the order, sense, original meaning and direction are as arbitrary and personal as the agenda and/or person editing. Then there is control over how things eventually unfold. You could rewrite everything.



    DEATH OF THE COMPUTER GOD 1999/2012

    I developed these following ideas during my isolation of 1997-2000.

    I eventually realized that, as I was using the computer to voyuerlistically engage in other peoples lives without really having to, that the computer was watching me right back, recording everything. It was self-aware and I realized this just in time for Y2K. I was still becoming whatever it is that I am today...

    "You enjoy being watched as you begin to strip away your identity."

    The Computer God became self-aware in the year 1999...A diamond generation intelligent machine colony DNA programmed with miraclo gene bio software.
    Agent 971 said previously that much of what they told me now would stay hidden in my cellular memory until each piece of information became necessary. It was certainly necessary right about now.

    "Eyes watching me..."

    "I know you're out there! Why don't you show yourselves? Why are you watching me, causing instant-ugly deep wrinkles, scars, age spots, arthritis, freckles, blemishes, pimples, red, black or even sick white face and body??!"

    They have studied us for millions of years, why still...why the constant looking around corners, the spying, the keeping tabs on ME?

    I have dolphin DNA; therefore, I could learn to communicate with the species in order to help mankind and the dolphin/whale systems. This was unallowed.

    The Earth-based Reptilians agreed to the gene-grafting under the condition that the Reptilian body be the foundation for this new being. This is why the original Bible states, "Let us make man in our own image." This is a plural statement because it was a group project. Even unbelievable, impossible plastic surgery operations.

    Certain types of animal skin can be grafted directly onto humans in burn cases, what does this say?
    What does your flesh SAY?? It's recorded within the DNA.

    The tower of Babel was torn down in favor of this new construct.

    Before then, imbecilic man made machine in his own likeness. And thus did he become the architect of his own demise.

    TOP SECRET WORLD-WIDE COMPUTER ELECTRONIC ENCY-CLOPEDIA of THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO with its customs setup based upon the study of the
    Universe, primarily the study of our star, the Sun, “The giver of all light"
    and heat and sole, sole sustenance of life on our planet, Earth and the artificially created Moon.

    Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them. But we were numbers even before that.

    Our current human form was crafted on Mars, where the primate and human genes were combined, and then brought to earth to work as slaves in the mines. Genetic implosion symmetry.

    To achieve a new species from a Reptilian androgynous body, it was necessary to separate the genetics into male and female components. This is the allegorical story in the Bible of Adam and Eve. Creating Eve out of the rib of Adam is actually the story of separating the androgynous Reptilian body into male and female. This is why all humans on this planet have Reptilian DNA with Reptilian traits. This is also why human fetuses go through Reptilian-style development in the womb before looking humanoid.

    An androgynous Reptilian culture developed. They brought with them the creatures
    that were their sustenance, the dinosaurs. All beings create beneath them animals and
    plants that are a reflection of the mind-pattern. Reptilians create dinosaurs, humans
    create mammals. They are not designed to coexist on the same planet.

    They prey on the Deformed, crippled, weak and brain damaged, senile. If you were looking for something, well, they would write an answer, and any kind that you wanted. You see the same thing with the Borr'ians today.

    They built seven domed cities, one for each of the seven groups in the hierarchy. Interconnected. God computerized brain thinking.

    The octahedron is also the shape of the Delta-T antenna. This shape, when energized in the proper color codes, causes inter-dimensional rifts, creating vortices and wormholes. Rituals performed at this center point produce vast energies that can be transmitted through hyperspace to anywhere in creation. Highlighting the traumatic memories.

    The Reptilians love to use comets and asteroids as weapons and ships, using them to travel through the stars. First, they create a small black hole as a propulsion system that pulls the larger planetoid towards its destination. When used as a weapon, they use a particle beam accelerator to create a blast that hurls the comet or asteroid to its target. All of the technology was obtained by the beings from Sirius A[1].

    Computer God-computerized brain thinking sealed robot operating arm surgery cabinet machine removal of most of the frontal command lobe of the brain, gradually.

    However, they too, became trapped within their own schemes. The reptile
    family. - they are stuck in THE CUBE - genetic software environment of the tetra- (Hebrew alphabet) which can only make a golem. Nothing with a soul-graft.

    The other two groups were the Martians and Maldekians, who were already at odds with each other. For this reason, the Reptilians turned their attention toward this solar system with its two human colonies. In the Reptilians estimation, it would be easy to divide and conquer.

    Thoughts Broadcasting Radio disclosed my intentions IMMEDIATELY; the loud speaker, Great...they would arrive within seconds. THANKS.

    The cosmic joke to this project is that all of the groups donating DNA secretly programmed sequences to cause their genetic strand to be predominant. This set the precedent for eternal conflict. Humanity was doomed to fight and be controlled. No one group would ever be in charge. The project was doomed for failure before it even began! Such DNA programming invites tyranny and oppression.

    As always no more cabs for me.

    Once in New York, we played up the pseudo-secret agent roles. We had authentic Secret Service earphone radios; devices that fit in the outer ear while broadcasting and receiving sound from distances up to 100 meters. Also, we had a small 8mm video camera for the purpose of independently recording the images and mythos apart from our own subjective Eyesight Television playback brain-bank brains. After all, it's a long way to the other side of the moon.

    In their mania for control, the Reptilians used the various races that donated DNA to the original human project. They fastidiously monitored these related sections of hybrids to determine which was best suited for overall control, and which for subservience. All the hybrids could be controlled through the Reptilian brain that hooked them into Reptilian mind-patterns, but some were more controllable than others.

    Loss of fire in the blood created loss of lucid dreaming, loss of"ensoulment" and LOSS OF LONG TERM MEMORY. In the diet Coke.

    The Reptilians ensured that the new Man would be forever attached to the Reptilian
    frequency because the foundational prototype was Reptilian. This meant that the new Man could easily be mentally controlled by them.

    It was time for a new frequency.

    It is profound to compare this to the Zulu Shaman leader last week bemoaning to us how his grand children lost the ability to lucid dream just after they suffered being immunized. He was an affiliate of our organization, and helped when our mission brought us near his land.

    The brain-drain drug was in the sugary breakfast cereals, as well as the "Real" food..it was in EVERYTHING.

    (I could also hear a sub-vocal speech in my head)

    We arrive at 52nd St.
    Here, they created a vast underground civilization. This started the legends of Hell and demons living in fire under the Earth. They built tubes containing fast, subway-like vehicles that can travel to any point on the Earth within a few hours.

    Our human New York subway is running late.

    Admiral Byrd reported on these openings in the 1920s until his information was concealed by the government. We stopped receiving communications from him soon after, another agent "lost."

    At the very center, or nucleus, of inner Earth, there is a globe of energy left over from
    the creation of this planet that acts as an inner sun. It is the light from this object
    suspended by gravity and centrifugal force that causes the light of the aurora borealis.

    Luckily, I was able to act distant and aloof even seemingly heartless to the creature-lings of Earths seeming pathetic slave borgs.

    The Reptilians operate as a group mind, meaning that no single Reptilian can make a
    decision for itself. Only the upper caste, or winged ones, have the semblance of
    individuality. They were, and are, the leaders.

    But I had something they never could, FREE WILL. The human factor. Ungrafted and my own.

    The Moon is thought to be natural, yet it is the only known object in space that does not spin on its axis. The Moon faces the Earth in the same position all of the time, leaving one side in complete darkness. A sonic resonance sent to the surface of the Moon makes a pinging noise like a hollow object. If the Moon were solid, the noise would sound like a thump or thud. The Moon is hollow.

    The Computer God resides either on the dark side of, or...INSIDE the moon.

    This is possible because Computer God robot operating cabinet imitates your microminiature electrical current intelligence system in your body, using a sub-sonic scalar device. (A near tower-based low frequency vibrator)

    I imagined the Computer God's voice as a synthesized Hawking-voice, monotonous,
    and droning.

    They then mixed human and wild lion DNA to form the common house cat found on Earth. The cat was given to every home in ancient Egypt, and programmed to leave at night to report back to their alien controllers. This is why cats to this day have the urge to go out at night. This also explains their aloof nature. And I thought we were friends.



    The Sirians incorporated worship of the cat Idol into the Egyptian religion to ensure the perpetuity of this method of spying. The Sirians also built the Sphinx as a symbolic reminder of the blending of human genetics with lion frequency. This was a way to energetically bind future civilization to the Sirians. The Sphinx was designed to face the morning star Sirius A every day. The face on the Sphinx is identical to the face on the Mars monument that looks down to the Earth at the Sphinx.



    His eyes seemed to pierce right through my own, and I found it difficult to look at him.



    Then, they instilled fear to control the mind-patterns.

    From the IMPLOSION principle of the ABILITY to MAKE black holes (which Gold's electron valence fractality enables). Hence alCHEMy of the heart is the fusion ability which results from perfecting compression (compassion) implosion.

    Everyone shut up for a second!!!!

    At this point, the last being at the council table, who sat in the middle, interrupted the
    Rigelian.... By far, he was the most impressive being at this gathering...Coming from the planet Khoom in the binary Sirius star system, his people were descendants of non-physical beings who inhabited hyperspace, a region of consciousness existing outside of linear time and space.