[Note: This was completed and posted to the internet at 11:14pm CST, on 4/26/11. A version with pictures will be posted a bit later today.]
LOST CODA DEUX:
CURBING THAT DEMIURGE
WHILE TRAMELING THE PIECES
OF THE LARGER LOST PUZZLE STILL IN PLAY
Well, the 4/20/11 Lost Coda posting is having the intended effect... fueling further discussion regarding the nature and meaning of the larger puzzle still in play on Lost.... To wit, Greg Tramel's recent Facebook message in response to Lost Coda:
"....enjoyed the shout out to Tesla Todd, very happy to see Charlie and Ji Yeon back in the story since we all felt the kids got short sighted in The End but where’s Aaron? A few things went over my head that i had to look up, since we have Sophia vs. The Archons in The Evәnt and the demiurge Samael on Fringe I’d like to throw some more brotherhood of the snake gnosticism into the theosophical thelemic pleroma and view the Island as a manifestation of “Sophia’s fall” (from the crab nebula?) which in turn provides a sentient Gaia for “Sophia’s correction” to bottle up the Archons.... we can just add some more inscriptions on the recovered vril powered disk..."
HEMA Theory fans will relish the rich buffet of juicy creative potentials served up by Greg's puzzle piece paella, plucking fine ingredients from past HEMA postings and beyond....
Yes, indeed..... What did happen to Aaron..? How will he fit into the larger Lost narrative puzzle, telescoped far and wide across space and time...? And what of Sophia, invoked in no small part by TPTB via the VALIS P.K. Dick reference....?
In the spirit of the show we have loved for so long, here are some additional tantalizing puzzlepiece morsels to linger over, savor, and chew upon.... a rich gourmet palette fueling crackling cortical activity spanning the vast and vibrant Lost learning community.... and yes, served with a hintingly Hitchcockian dash of lushly indeterminate, tastily ambiguous, quantum uncertainty....
....Big Bang badda-boom.... the primal Fall, splintering Omega Pointlike Pleromaic awareness... birthing us material girls and boys from aeonic madonnic mother Sophia.... just try and resist the urge, Demi....
....cooling pleromasplinters now coalescing into 'neural-nodic' islands of aeonic-energy-sentience (AES).... spin and anti-spin, dark and light, far-flung out of the birth canal and moving exotically like Alice through Casimir....
....off in some far-flung corner of this great, grand pleromasplintered diaspora, a glowing AES ovoid slams a Pangeaic landmass, spewing amino acidic spray, with non-random electromagnetic fluctuations recursively reverberating throughout an evolving energy/matter flux.... and generations upon generations far down the spacetimeline will look back and note that it was, indeed, good....
....live together... die alone... as the cooling pleromasplintering diaspora proceeds apace.... materialized, cortically-dissociated islands of AES now effect Gaiaic homeworld influences, regulating organic/inorganic cycles of precipitation and respiration and inspiration and desperation, distributed nodally across an expanding universe of materialized Demiurgic existence....
....neuronal discharges fire patterned connections as intergalactic wormhole systems spring to life.... the universe-al widemind self-awares, and sandboxplay proceeds as life evolves on this island Earth and on other AES-impacted, Gaiaically-influenced homeworlds....
....creative mindplay is disrupted as Pangeaic matter/energy recursions have now evolved to Homo sapient levels, looping back to the Gaiaic homeworld island, now penetrating the exoticmatterwall... yes, this is the first of many waves of sapient 'neural implants' glommed onto the AES.... from Atlanteans to Soviets to DHARMAns and beyond.... erecting temples, remote viewing stations, hatches... a range of toothy mind-aches hitting raw nerves of pocketed energy and more... profoundly upsetting the light/dark, yin/yang, mirror-mattered balance.... will they inadvertently pop the cork and let the Archonic genie out of the bottle...?
...and what will happen at Childhood's End, with grown-up New Evolutionaries Aaron, Charlie Hume, Ji Yeon and Walt signaling a bifurcative transition beyond sapient to Homo Omegan levels?
Bridging back to the Lost Coda scenes, we witness Walt tracing the arc of a curiously circular pattern etched eons ago into the dirt-caked surface of a metallic ovoid, now unleashing an eerie organic wail accompanied by a swirling, shimmering moire.... Island-wide tremors yield to a soft, suffusing pink glow.... as the island is transported back to some dim, dark past, and The Sleeper awakens to imprint its electromagnetic, mindmattered Gaiaic patterns across the broad expanse of the prehistoric Pangeaic plain.... Aeonicenergysentience has now been unleashed in its full power and glory, free to creavitely work its evolutionary paths of progression on this island Earth.... and all along, Walt's Homo Omegan powers were the key to unleashing the primal energy/mind/matter recursions ultimately responsible for the birth of this new species, the New Evolutionaries, the Lost Children....
Flashing forward as quaking landfall tremors subside, we watch as Ji Yeon gingerly reaches toward the glowing embers of an entrenched ovoid, her baubled outstretched arm ranging within millimeters of its rhythmically pulsating metallic surface.... Expertly brushing Desmondic shocks of long brown hair from his face, Charlie Hume smiles as he all-too-knowingly clasps Ji Yeon's hand, placing their combined forces on just the right spot.... and the neural nodic Sleeper awakens to imprint its electromagnetic, mindmattered Gaiaic patterns beyond the Crab Nebula proper, wormholing from island to island across the broad expanse of the entire universe.... Homo Omega has now fulfilled its ultimate destiny, ushering in the final and fulgent phase of Aeonic-energy-sentience.... tipping us inevitably, convergently back toward an Omega Point Pleromic Unity.... in this very same process, thusly collapsing the materialized Demiurgic reality out of existence.....
And now, it is, that we finally come to grasp the full depth of understanding lying beneath the surface of Hurley's shock and awe as he pieces together the puzzle from the flotsam and jetsam sifted from the sand.... We are complicit in his growing knowledge and metanoiac awareness of the fundamentally narrative nature of our existence and the universe. Our story is but one of a thousand different stories that can be materialistically written out of Sophia's Fall from the grace of a unified pleroma, a creative splintering of Unity, showering an array of distributed AES's throughout the universe, working their creative energy/matter recursions on countless homeworlds, teleologically pushing toward the Demiurgic materialization of Homo Omegans capable of initializing an inter-galactic wormhole system enabling the splintered AES nodes to establish neural connectivity, a.k.a. universe-al self-awareness converging back upon itself toward a big unbang omega point, finally collapsing and falling up into an unsplintered pleroma of undivided conscious Unity.
MIB is the Demiurgical darkside offspring of Sophia's Choice, the big bang falling out with the pleromaic Unity.... and Aaron is the lightside, mirror-mattered yang to MIB's yin.... not the ephemeral MIB/Jacob duality, but rather the deeper more archetypal big bang split at the very Fallen dawn of the material universe.... and yes, this is why the great concern over who oversees the growth of young Aaron... for He is the true lightside yang which Jacob merely and dimly foreshadowed....
....and this is what Hurley has begun to grasp in his metanoiac moment.... turning over the scuffed bronze coin to gaze at the yinlike visage of Hitler.... we are all a part of a larger puzzle, a larger story writ large against the backdrop of a Demiurgical Fall into our own materialization, a by-product of Sophia's 'Big Bang' Choice, with yin/yang, darkside/lightside forces struggling for authorial control over the nature and direction of the ongoing existential narrative now underway..... Hurley now realizes that there are no alternate timelines... there are no parallel universes... there is just the story that is Demiurgically materializing in the here and now... and the struggle to rewrite this story holds great hope but also great fear, as with any new draft comes the danger of being erased from existence.... What if.... what if.... the fate of the universe and salvation from a darkside-drenched narrative meant that you would be forever erased from the story....? Would you be willing to make the ultimate authorial sacrifice....?
....and so now, as Hurley gazes intently, fearfully, hopefully, metanoically, at the coin sliding in his sweat-soaked hand, the scene shifts to the island cavecore in some distant future.... a cloaked figure pauses while the swirling viscous liquid recedes, revealing an ancient runic cylinder.... with one broad sweep of a hand, Aaron pulls back the tattered hood and catches his breath.... retrieving a locket from his breast pocket, he pries it open to take one last look at Claire and Kate, his long lost Earthly mothers.... he's traveled all this way to do it... but does he.... will he... have the guts to do this...? Removing the cork and grasping the hand of his yinside bottled brutha will seal the deal and set in motion an irreversible cascade of convergence back to Unity, unbanging the material world, unmooring the Demiurge, and unFalling existence back into pleromaic Unity.... Is it worth it...? Is it worth the chance to glimpse and grasp the one, true object of his undying, undivided devotion.... fair Sophia....?
And what will become of the materialized beings sprung Demiurgically from Sophia's big bang Fall from Unity...? Will they ever have existed, at all? Or will this denouement simply be counted as one of many innumerable writings and rewritings of materialized meaningful existence, narratively composed and decomposed recursively throughout all of eternity....? And if so, how can we... how could we, ever hope to know as much and know this as such....?
.... as Hurley rubs the scuffed coin between his fingers, he gazes upward to the Atlantean castaway whose sand-sifting efforts unearthed this ominous artifact from the future.... Hurley's thoughts now turn to the millennia of developments to come, leading to a new Hitlerian narrative.... and he wonders....
Is it possible to unwrite the unwritten....?
Hmmm.... What would Tesla do?
Indeed.... What would Feynman do....?
Time will tell..... Heh-heh-heh....
Dr. Todd J. Hostager