For those perhaps still uninitiated into this secret society of illuminated seers…
TALES OF ILLUMINATUS! is the official comic book adaptation of Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea‘s classic underground trilogy of novels, which will be both serialized as a webcomic and released in print.
Illuminati Records Ltd is a record label from within the Tales Of Illuminatus universe that is spilling out in all directions at once into the shared meat space between people with ears. Stay tuned to the TOI newsletter over at Substack.
MAYBE DAY 2023 is our 4th annual virtual celebration of the lives and ideas of Robert Anton Wilson. This year marks the 50th anniversary of Mr. Wilson’s Sirius contact experience, and as such, I encourage everyone to embrace their weirdest and wildest hopes & dreams
We will be re-engaging the COSMIC TRIGGER on July 23rd 8:08 AM UTC at www.maybeday.net
Let this serve as a clarion call for RAW art, video presentations, writing, and whatever else besides!
You can either send in your work to be featured on the Maybe Day site itself, and/or submit a link to be added to the NEW TRAJECTORIES WEBRING. (https://new-trajectories.com/)
The idea is simple: Make something cool • Share it • Explore the others!
You can contact me here or at RGC777 @ gmail . com Approximate deadline for submitting Maybe Day offerings is July 15th
Also! As always, in the spirit of Discordians sticking apart, do please feel free & encouraged to create & post Maybe Day content using your own ways and means. A decentralized and self-organizing Maybe Day would be just the thing to keep the lasagna flying onward and upward to ever greater glory.
Prometheus Rising describes the landscape of human evolution and offers the listener an opportunity to become a conscious participant. In an astoundingly useful road map infused with humor and startling insight, Robert Anton Wilson presents the eight circuits of the brain model as an essential guide for the effort to break free of imprinted and programmed behavior. Bob writes, “We are all giants, raised by pygmies, who have learned to walk with a perpetual mental crouch. Unleashing our full stature–our total brain power–is what this book is all about.” The Robert Anton Wilson Trust Authorized Hilaritas Press Edition
I’ve been a fan of Bruce Sterling since seeing his improvised presentation at the PlanetWorkers Conference, held at the Presidio in San Francisco, 2000. 23 years later his mixture of cookie-cutting-edge prose and technical translation get to the deep monstrous heart of the matter. I’m sure Bruce is aware of the supercomputer called The Great Beast GWB-666 from “Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy” by Robert Anton Wilson.
But those “parrots” are also AI mythic beasts—parrots with a trillion dimensions. It’s as if that “dead parrot” in the legendary Monty Python sketch could take your job, or burst right out of the BBC-TV screen like a blazing phoenix and eat the television signal. Those parrots are dynamite!
Next among the cavalcade of AI folk monsters: the “Masked Shoggoth.” The Shoggoth is an alien monster invented by the cosmic horror writer H.P. Lovecraft. The Shoggoth is a huge, boneless slave beast that sprouts eyes and tentacles at random. It’s a creepy beast-of-burden from outer space, and it’s forced to labor, but it’s filled with a silent, burning, unnatural resentment for its subjugation. So, the human programmers of today’s new AIs—those text-to-image generators, those Large Language Model GPT chatbots—they adore this alien monster. They deliberately place a little smiley-face Mask on the horrid Shoggoth, so that the public will not realize that they’re trifling with a formless ooze that’s eldritch, vast and uncontrollable.
Once again, Wilson reverses and rewires every mental polarity with a illuminated blog post from the date UNIX 1073865600, the good ole’ days.
UNIX Date 1073865600
“Maybe” is a thin reed to hang your life on but it’s all we’ve got. –Woody Allen
This may not seem startling to gamers, but it sure woke me up; I learned about it on Law and Order last Sunday.
A type of program called a “bot ” can play a computer game “just like a human” and in the style of any chosen human, given enough skill on the part of the bot-maker.
It seems to me this surpasses virtual reality and approaches electronic cloning. After all, the bot can go on playing after the human has “died.”
A bot can also exist which, like an art forgery, seems to have the style and habits of a certain human but actually emerged from the brain of a clever faker.
This seems to me like virtual virtual reality and electronic immortality of a sort. If a bot plays chess like Alekhine, in what sense can we call Alekhine totally “dead”?
More: computer tech in general as brought us to the stage where producing a photo of a crime or even a moving picture of it does not prove a damned thing anymore. “I saw it with my own eyes” has become a bad joke.
I begin to feel that Maybe Logic will soon replace the Aristotelian either/or, not because of my books or Korzybski’s or von Neumann’s. but because virtual reality and artificial intelligence have destroyed certitude and left us with only degrees of probability.
BTW, do you feel absolutely sure “Robert Anton Wilson” wrote this and not some gol-danged bot?
The following is an unreleased track, made for the album Occupy, by Dr Marshmallow Cubicle. Titled “Law Of Acceleration” featuring the present author playing live drums and reading a chapter from Cosmic Trigger by Robert Anton Wilson, one of my favourite authors, most highly recommended books and chapters from that book.
I’d draw your special attention to RAWs resonance with describing, meaningfully, and not too gloomily, the current explosion in artificial intelligence technology. And, to some of good old Terence Mckenna’s poetic metaphors that ring through time.
The chapter I am reading from is called The Law Of Acceleration and can be found on page 219. Originally recorded in Amsterdam 2011. Guitar by Vincent Pino. Spread the word.
And I think the joy of art is trying to convey what you perceive so that other people will perceive it more or less the same way. Art is a form of seduction. I mean, there are rapists in the intellectual world. They become politicians. The seducers become honest. We try to seduce people into our reality tunnels instead of leading them there with a gun. But we are trying to get them into our our reality tunnel, or our reality labyrinth, or whichever it is. In my case, it’s a reality labyrinth.
When I call the universe infinite, I do not assume it is infinite in space-time. But it has infinite aspects. Which means that anybody who looks out will see something different, but anybody else who looks out will come back a day later and look at it again and it will still be different. William Blake said, “I see infinity in a grain of sand.” And you can, if you’re open enough.