James Harris thinks he might get into trouble for this. So naturally I want to signal boost to insure he does get into trouble. How else do you know anyone’s paying attention? negative attention can’t be faked as readily as praise. James’s work sits beautifully among what could be considered core concerns of the development of post-nihilist praxis in that it eschews any trace of transcendental sleights of hand in order to pursue practico-theoretical interventions via the path of phenotechnologically enabled neuronihilistic mysticism. As James notes this isn’t just of interest to techgnostics or mindful cyborgs but it is also of primary significance for psychotherapy.
For the post-nihilistic the question has always been one of direct intervention in the material infrastructures generating the illusions through and as which we live, the neural no less than the social.
The neuromysticism that phenotechnologies provides gives us a choice: choose your own hallucinations, or neural secessionism from the kingdom of Self.
This essay will likely seem serpentine, obscure, and repetitive, as I attempt to tie various speculations together that are, at the end of the day, just that – speculations. The reason I persist despite this limitation is that I believe the tools and technology exist and have always existed to plumb this particular depth in order to prove these theories right or wrong – my conjecture is it is universal, though time will tell. Perhaps it will spark anyone else to consider the possibilities contained herein and not be daunted by the solemnity and ghoulishness of Nothing! I am not the first to have foreseen an end to blind threading of the weave of world-space. I am not the first to “gaze long into the Abyss”, nor am I the first to discover that our personal abysses can reflect the individuated Self. I am not the first to unwind and add my own Ariadne’s thread through this intimate enfolding of Trauma and Time. I am not the first to attempt an Escape from this Mirror Maze, nor the first to theorize a mechanism for its navigation. I am not the first to swim up out of the hedgerow labyrinth into the ocean of Void. Nor am I the first to have brought back a vision of our underworld from the perspective of this “positive death at zero-intensity”2: a vision of infinitely multifold reflecting crystalline geometries hung on silver string in the aether. Like hyperconnected wireframe constellations, each node a virtual mirror – pages in books on shelves in the infinite librarynth of Self. To update Nietzsche: I have a multiplicity of precursors, and what a unity these precursors construct!3 No less than proof that the simulation of external reality by mind can be turned off completely or simulated as such, that this deactivation exposes details of future states, and that all recorded memory states are experienced simultaneously within this form of pure consciousness, coextensive with incoming sensory input. Mors mystica – the experiencing of the Real in real time – exposes and forces a visualization of the calculatory procedures undertaken by the brain.