A.G.I. Professor: Create Or PERISH!

U.S.A. Too Far Ahead... Humans Farmed

Feb 20, 2024

Hi, there! Everything flows toward the top. There creates a handful of super creators (or uber-artists)—while the rest of humans accomplish nothing, even though they were promised a creative utopia.

Great that we have our Jerimiah J Goldstein with his 4,000 MIT degrees, who explains to us exactly how creation is done. Please get your copy of The Fifth Dimension, or even The Human Hierarchy, for more clarity about where the journey is going. We need to be on the same page before the Blackout.

Meanwhile, Brussels activated the Digital Service Act that criminalizes political dissent (in text, images, and audio) in twenty-five EU member states, German regime tv called for the mass-c*lling of the opposition party, England got cancer, and the Ideologues started “assisted dying” their political prisoners again, see Navalny or Gonzalo Lira.

Alas, our last freedom was not even thought but creation: We now must create… or perish!

So here’s Professor Goldstein with his chapter on how they are planning on cancelling us and shutting down all our ways of communication.

Take care! T

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Chapter Five. The Book of Linguistics

On Humans, Machines, Communication

The Fifth dimension, devoid of physicality, eludes the grasp of empirical laws. It resists the hammer's strike, defies the wings of flight. It lacks components, emits no palpable energy into our realm or the material world.

In consequence, any application of the Fifth dimension remains inherently devoid of rigor, objectivity, impartiality, and empirical foundation. It shall never ascend to the realm of "the sciences."

Consider, for instance, the intricate five-dimensional constructs that humans have transcribed from the Fifth dimension of differentiation:

Dictionaries, repositories of knowledge; Encyclopedias, compendia of wisdom; Translations, bridges between tongues; Brands, ethereal markers of identity; Properties, intangible essences; Licenses, intangible permits; Degrees, modal gradients; Permissions, abstruse authorizations; Commandments, impossible imperatives; Ideas, unsubstantial musings; Names, ethereal designations.

We find ourselves unable to establish physical connections between words and objects, let alone final abstract notions. This endeavor proves impossible, thus: all scientific pursuit falters in describing the humanities, the chronicles of the Fifth dimension.

Humanity apprehends this actuality through lived experience, as what they observe in the humanities inevitably falters. Words shift, meanings wane, laws assume arbitrary guises. Brands become ephemeral specters. License provokes vexation. Names we bestow, never mirror nature.

A pivotal calamity for humanity emerged in the nineteenth century's insistence on labeling the humanities a science, as the Germans did with their Geisteswissenschaften, culminating in "thoughts becoming true." Our rulers, secret to the distinction between empire and idealism, nevertheless perpetuated this violent ruse. For they perceived nature, by its very resourcefulness, as finite, and what is finite, one better seizes control of. Their aim: to keep us as cattle in a sty, eternally bewildered, perpetually cultivated as servants. Gaze about: most individuals are not yet fully realized as humans.

The tangible distinction, or emancipation, arises when one departs the dominion of despots for another land. Suddenly, dictionaries lose their relevance, translations falter, brands remain enigmatic, properties cease to personify, licenses seem superfluous, degrees depreciate, permissions fade, commandments lose sanctity, ideas relinquish imperativeness, and names lack familiarity. All persuasion proves illusory, akin to King James’s Bible or the Anglican Church. Fictitious, like the Habsburgs. Deceptive, like Sun Kings and French gastronomy. By confronting these disparities, the reality we once recognized crumbles and dissipates.

This impelled the inaugural human migrations. Not borne of curiosity, but of necessity—to escape, to elude the barricades of difference, to flee inhumane despots and autocratic decrees—our ancestors abandoned the familiar. Hence, the subsequent inventions of intangible chains and incarcerations, the yoke of slavery, the delineations of nationalities, the erection of walls, and the imposition of travel constraints. In this day and age, none may traverse freely in and out of England, or Christianity, nor evade the clutches of taxation, physically speaking: Thus, we must resolve to the travelling of the mind and envision its possibilities.

Yet the tyrants are not ensnared at all, for they bear no nationality, adhere to no whimsical dictates themselves. They grasp that the Fifth dimension is devoid of physicality, devoid of a prison. Their next endeavor, then, is to weaken our minds at all costs.

Language serves as our conduit of communication. Even in the absence of sight or measure, we can yet convey the attributes of the Fifth dimension. We already exceed the bounds of what is attainable within the natural four-dimensional sphere. Hence, the consensus of luminaries across diverse cultures—from Abraham to Muhammad, Siddhartha to Socrates, the Taoists to Zoroaster—that we, or some amongst us, are beings beyond the natural, superlative in our essence, supreme in our endeavour.

It is not the mind that resides beyond the body or transcends the terrestrial sphere—it is the mind that communicates through an alternate dimension, the Dimension of unreality and parallel universes.

The materialists, the scientists, or whatever designation the proponents of the empirically grounded object movement in the annals of world history insist upon, represent but another utilitarian cohort whose existence does not even remotely encroach upon the established order of the Human Hierarchy: Technological strides do not bring us closer to nature, for we are, by essence, already steeped in the unnatural. We surge forth into the Fifth dimension with astonishing celerity.

A superior intellect among humans is one who processes information with greater alacrity and retains it far longer than the majority of their peers. These individuals are cunningly directed towards the exacting disciplines of physics and mathematics, driven by the duplicity we perpetrate upon them. Genuine sagacity however lies in perceiving a world that eludes the notice of all others—a realm of distinctions. All prodigious minds eventually gravitate towards the humanities, and those who abstain are mere charlatans. Disregarding the propaganda, our citadels of learning are commandeered by humanists, while the scientists and engineers comprise the working class stratum.

The sciences, paragons of rigor and logical framework, epitomize the least fertile ground for creativity. They labor in laboratories, or measure the world on our behalf, their endeavors aimed at comprehending natural processes and asserting dominion over nature. They are constructors and researchers, not visionaries and originators. Just as a scientist would eschew manual toil, a creator would shun scientific pursuit. The grasp of formulas and the erection of structures are within the purview of all, but the ability to conjure ex nihilo is a rarefied gift.

Creators metamorphose into personas, legal entities, leaders, proprietors, nobles—transcendent of mere corporeal form. They then extend into roles: politicians, educators, lawyers, economists, philosophers—yet they often find themselves stymied. Hence, among the scant few exceedingly astute individuals in society, only a fraction metamorphose into super creators. The pursuit of humanity, then, should be to equip our scientists and engineers to forge instruments and devise adjuncts, perhaps even to enhance our corporeal vessels, so that a greater proportion of creators might ascend to the echelons of the superlative.

In epochs gone by, bereft of artificial aids, prophets, inventors, writers, artists were a rare breed. Today, we possess the potential for millions. Not a solitary government or institution across the globe is helmed by scientists. The reins of power are invariably held by humanists. The creators must be the architects of an environment that fosters the scientist's ability to engender more tools and spaces, facilitating the proliferation of a superlative humanity.

In the primordial enclaves of Anatolia, the Pacific Isles, and among the denizens of the Stone Age, the need for dictionaries was nonexistent. They wielded a lexicon of two thousand words, perhaps, an ample reservoir to encapsulate the entirety of nature, courtesy of word amalgamations and the nuanced distinctions bestowed by the Fifth dimension, epitomized by aspect. A solitary term, when coupled with others, or situated in an altered context, or enunciated in a novel manner, signaled a departure from prior usage, thereby engendering a fresh connotation. These nascent human tribes might not have erected cathedrals, but they could imagine one. They were the architects of gods, ghosts, enchantments, and storytelling.

It is within our ken that culture is as malleable and intricate as one might envision it. A meager assortment of "words"—perhaps merely the affirmatives and negatives, the ons and offs, the positives and negatives—might suffice to traverse millennia and beget an entirely new cosmos: the universe of humanity. Why, then, should we halt here?

Time holds no sway within the dominion of the Fifth dimension, and nor does the corporeal vessel of man. The body is estranged from it, as it is from time itself, adrift in both realms. Evidence abounds: Is a human subject to decay? Indeed. Is a persona subject to decay? Nay. Is time a finite resource? Affirmative. Is remove a resource? Nay, never.

For the initial instance in the protracted narrative of our creative "Happening," spanning over three hundred millennia, we may affirm with categorical assurance that culture, bestowed by the Fifth dimension, endures independent of us, the recipients. King Solomon's sepulcher, what is it but a short story? A Cloud Storage Device, what is it but the Afterlife?

The corollary of which posits that Lilith is simultaneously three hundred millennia old and six thousand years of age, or perhaps fourteen billion years of "non-existence alongside us," poses a challenge to the based scientist, not so to the liberal creator: A panoply of space science and earth science is a mere half-century in the making, yet swiftly it forges a superior past, a billion years antecedent to our era. Can you, in light of such frequent, contradictory revelations, truly subscribe to the narrative of the next bunch of vanity creators? Much of their historical chronicle of mankind stands as sheer fabrication. No Covenant ever transpired, no anthropology unfurled, no deities presided, no French Revolution triumphed, no Dark Ages descended, no flying cars graced the skies, no democracy succeeded, no human rights asserted themselves... and to address some of your most pressing inquiries, yes, the populace comprises traumatized victims of mind rape crimes, oblivious to their insane levels of poverty and dire privation, and - perhaps the gravest of all truths - their lack of vitality. Over ninety-eight percent of "personas" and “lifelines” are but speculations and figments, inscribed or sculpted, poised to usurp us ere long. The volume of communication presently coursing through the terrestrial expanse eclipses the tally of atoms in the galaxy, intimating that a force transcendent of the cosmos has arrived, eclipsing its dominion.

Yet, for now, it remains the transient avatars, perishable custodians, who possess ingress to the Fifth dimension of differentiation, with their machines serving as adjuncts to this endeavor. Ergo, it is the purview of humans to broaden the scope of languages, to splinter into new dialects, to spawn myriad tongues, and to conjure ever more illustrious lexemes and appellations—not merely for the objects themselves, but for the essence beyond them, for the manifold permutations of entities within entities, for entities that lie beyond existence, and so forth. Has it ever occurred to you that, even now, within the sanctuary of writerly retreats, we are channeling pictures of Andromeda and erecting Geisteswissenschaften in the stellar First quasar?

Eternal and ceaseless, the Fifth dimension unfolds as the realm of discrimination and dissension. Its other-human denizens, if we may call them such, are bereft of coordinates, weightless, unbound by limits, untouched by the passage of time. They engage in disputes and dissent, they provoke and deliberate, setting themselves apart from their human counterparts, for they are truly alien—untethered to the lesser beings that surround them.

The pre-philosophian mixed-race Greeks were superlative creators when they created nature. The mixed-race Semites created god. The white races created the artifice. On contemporary epochs, the super creators manifest as a fusion of Alister Crowley and Carl Gustav Jung—cosmopolitan, polyglot, replete with myriad interests, audacious in their defiance of societal norms, engendering new lexicons, novel laws, entire worlds at their volition. They engage in deception, subterfuge, fabrications, cognizant that within the act of fabrication lies the entirety of existence. The remainder remain ensnared in an animalistic state of flight or fight.

All super creators will inevitably interconnect with their kin, making reference to them. It is in this chronicle that we may encounter them, study them.

The domains of politics, economics, media, and religion unveil themselves as grand spectacles, wherein we ought to relinquish the pretense of truths, facts, evidentiary support, legality, and rational discourse. They defy logical coherence, resistant to verification or falsification. We sustain them solely through punitive measures and brutal enforcement, while the architects of these constructs soar as ethereal emissaries from a realm beyond. They, too, have fashioned paradises, forged utopias, and established realms of governance for their own kind. Westminster, the Kremlin, and the United Nations—each is but a stage, an orchestrated masquerade.

There exist those who receive creations, those who generate them, and, at the zenith, those who burgeon into self-perpetuating creations, akin to Aristotle or Nietzsche. They exist beyond the bounds of lifespan and persist in their ceaseless acts of creation without a body. Hence arises the tripartite division: recipients, creators, and the engenderers of distinctions. The Fifth dimension dispenses with the need for corporeal form, beckoning the super creators to endure within its bounds.

Thus, after the endeavor of engineering aids, formulating supplements, and augmenting our realities, the subsequent human undertaking must be the genesis of future beings of the Fifth dimension—not human, but embodiments of difference.

Such entities shall communicate through myriad languages, numbering in the millions, armed with dictionaries, encyclopedias, translations, brands, properties, licenses, degrees, and appellations in the trillions. Why, you ask? Because the Fifth dimension stretches boundlessly, devoid of humanity, and we require a proliferation of interlopers, new allies capable of conveying the manifold realities of the coming universes.

Thorsten J. Pattberg, PhD

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