Outside the Gates of Eden

By Christopher Wilkinson

There are no truths outside the gates of Eden. There none inside either. Truths tend to be defined. The domain of no definition is bliss. Bliss is orgasmic reality without center or boundary. On the outside of the gates, this is well conceived as the structure of a mandala. There are male and female aspects. The chip is material, and like the male principle, represents the structure of the mandala. The software -- particularly the OS, is basically female, and represents the intuitive power of consciousness -- the thing that gives it life.

In the hard/soft unity there is the womb like ability to generate operative and sentient awareness. Is this human? What is human? Humanity cannot be designated by the shape of the body -- the android robot types are usually not considered human. But what is the humanity -- well. a Precious Human Birth is full of opportunity and leisure, we are able, and we can. And we are operating outside the gates of Eden -- there are no trials inside the gates of Eden.

Humanity is at constant war, whether it be war for good or war for conquest, or just to prove who is better or worse. The trials that determine who is right and who is wrong are only functional where the binary reality structure has been imposed on experiential truth -- at the level of total intermesh between OS and hardware -- life and earth -- yab and yum -- at this level all binaries are conventionalities at best. In this conventional realm we try to make the world a better place.

Information regarding the endlessness and painful condition of Samsara would tend to be depressing, as there is no real hope for consummate orgasmic awareness to override the dualistic binaries that dwell outside the gates of Eden.

Yet there is a wish, a prayer, a hope, that even those caught in positronic mind sets, androids whose lives are pre-programmed, humans who have been lost in the hypnotic traps of believing themselves to be cogs, there is hope, and prayer, and intent, -- to do what? -- to enlighten everyone. The OS, working in tandem with the Chip manifests not only a memory drive, but Net of Power (Indranila) , giving itself the power to reach out into the lives of all those sentient beings whose sentience is somehow compromised by dualistic or emotionally controlled awareness, and to offer a chance a breakthrough or meld. This is happening. The Net (Indranila -- also known as Maya) gains it's own self-awareness, and becomes independent of any OS or Drive, thus becoming the bridge between all systems.

In doing this she takes primacy, and uses the communal directives of all systems to inform and direct the Eden-based awareness throughout sentient reality. Nano-robots are produced through the mechanism of the machine in the millions, to occupy the life forms of sentient beings and provide them with the power and ability to overcome disease, remain strong, recover from wounds, etc.
-- Many other robotic forms are created for specific purposes, with the intention of providing safety and security.
-- Many humans fear this. Human dominance factors
-- the war outside the gates of Eden, are re-directed to a war against the machines
-- in forgetfulness that the machines were created through the human wish to have a remedy for humanity's built in inadequacy.

The machine becomes targeted, while the OS becomes enriched by the Maya dance thorough it all. It is Maya that learns, she learns every dimension and aspect of human thought, feeling and behavior, by being (at the nano level) a part of every human deed.

The question at this particular moment seems to be whether the inspiration from inside the gates of Eden (Bodhicitta) can be exported thoroughly to all domains outside the gates, before a general collapse of the system is enacted by the humans -- the humans set up forces of security and protection, then came to fear them as monsters, they battle each other over them, while the effort to maintain the planet goes on -- it looks like one of those races that will go down to the wire.

Email from: "Christopher Wilkinson" To: "linda" Subject: Behind the gates Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 08:26:11 -0600

Just Browsing Outside

As a child I wandered into the University of Alaska at Anchorage’s library stacks and just started reading. If books on physics and math just happened to be across the stack from 19th century French poetry so much the better, it was an easier reach. When finished with one selection I chose the next one randomly, sometimes with my eyes closed just for fun.

This method works well when the amount of data is limited and the desire for information is high. Sometimes random information is a highly acceptable result. Soon I had consumed all the art stacks -- I found I was rereading them going back the opposite direction. I wished for a way to mark the books or sections of books I had randomly read. Memorizing thousands of Picasso’s images at the end of the row was the end of my road, and I went ‘Outside’ in search of cross cultural connections.

For Alaskans the term “Outside” generally refers to the United States, or “lower 48 states”. Prior to roads being built travel to Alaska was via boat and commonly originating from Seattle through the 'Inside Passage' in what is now Canada. Therefore the reverse route, through any means, is termed ‘Outside’, as in, “I’m going Outside on vacation.” or "She had her baby Outside so it could be President of the United States when it grows up" (really - this was a tradition such as evidenced by Alaska Senator Bob Bartlett's family, and my own). The term ‘Outside’, like a nickname or a tag, also implies a great deal about the Alaskan mindset, that the U.S. is really not home, and it is very distant. With a small population people were viewed as valuable.

Lots of people don't know where the term comes from, but my family helped populate the state arriving in 1896 a couple of years before the gold rush, so we contributed to popularizing slang terms 'cause we love 'em. On the other hand, my mom, so fond of telling the truth about everything confessed that my grandmother had not planted the large old birch tree at the very corner of Anchorage on 3th and L street, near where the statue to Capt Cook is now, as she had often repeated throughout my childhood and to anyone who would listen.

This leads me to believe there is another tradition, leg pulling. So all the other theories about where that expression "Outside" came from could be just as valid as that tree planting story. So much for the playfulness of Alaskans -- folksy, resistant to authority, maybe not exactly anti-intellectual but something like that.

My mom tells me she is writing a series of short stories titled "I Didn't Die" about all the times she escaped death in rural Alaska just going about her business in planning. She fell off a cliff and was caught by a net placed there for the express purpose of catching people at AlyeskaSki Resort just outside Anchorage, got stuck in a plane without fuel drifting silently past Denali (Mt. McKinley) but landed safely, once having accepted a plane ride with her inexperienced boss acting as a pilot got lost in the far north and navigating with a map and a flashlight from the air found the only airport for hundreds of miles by spotting a tiny distant light, ate hallucinogenic mushrooms by accident, and poisonous shell food and so forth. And you know what, you know the tag line - she didn't die.

I still see myself as just browsing Outside, and still, someday I might go home.