technos-psyche

Technos & Psyche

A Prelude

Parts 1 & 2

You are Muse, first to encourage my Song years ago -and how many songs of the

great Song my Tongue sent forth- help me now to articulate this critical &

urgent theme of our day, our transition between World Ages & the global

contention between two Powers: Modern Technos & its grandiose Plan of

complete control and the New Age Divinity Psyche offering a Vision of Earth's

healing & of the most needful Integration between them.

Muse, pour into me your poet the Golden Art of Mythos, help me now in the

launch of this epic of futurity, promising the most wide-ranging of

explorations, the most unsuspected & bizarre of developments, telling first

of imposing Technos, who this Power is, beginning, as I see the giant android

now...

Giant Technos walked up and down upon Earth, proud of its work & gratified

for the boundless favor & service the human creature had given it. All the

Modern Age was its creation! Tireless, sleepless God! now suddenly come into

its own, high tech perfected, its Vision of wiring up the entire planet into

a Plan- Ceaseless was its planning, calculating, analyzing, developing &

manipulating; into the transcendental absence of Divine Power, Technos

boasted loud words, a synthetic-engineered voice:

I am now the one dominant Power on Earth! Humanity worships me like no

other. No other is the equal of me! No other can claim what I claim! The old

Father of Ages-what has he done to compare to my work, my plans, my

accomplishments? To my will, I am bending the Earth! I have granted its

mortal inhabitants thousands upon thousands of gifts, and they in turn

subject themselves to me.

The old God-a puffed up fabrication of primitive rhetoric & superstition;

blind spot of the mortal brain, projected onto the void & reflected back; an

impossible Image pretending to autonomous power; a vain & hopeless hunger

deluding the centuries.

Technos beamed satisfaction before the oily filmy skies over the cities of

Earth, trillions of microcircuits surging & humming with electric

instantaneity throughout its cloud-towering frame; the face of almost human

likeness thrust toward endless futurity; with ease of giant android steps,

Technos walked up & down unchallenged upon Earth.

Miles were spanned with each step across the vast oceans & continents,

Technos advancing its inspirations of Progress & proudfully marvelling at the

metropolitan showcases beneath it, spread across the outstretched moaning

Earth.

Across America & into the Golden State,

striding easily the Sierra Nevadas, Technos then southwest aimed & in no time

planted polished stainless steel feet firm upon the summits of the San

Gabriel Mountains & gazed wide-angled through lidless, photoelectric eyes

over the grandest Postmodern showcase of all, the monstrous 200-mile sprawl

of Los Angeles.

Technos gazed & registered the spectacle spread before it of uninterrupted

humanity; again the God spoke, a voice booming like distant, sound-breaking

aircraft through the smog-choked & bleary sky;

it began to recite its catalogue of human-fulfilled accomplishment, a

constant reminder in the self-congratulatory thoughts echoing throughout the

brains of billions of human creatures:

To them, what all have I given! Steel! Plastics! Synthetic fibers! Oil &

gas! The electric motor! Turbine! Electric power in every home! Printing

press, telephone, radio, television! Refrigeration! Appliances!

Instrumentation! The assembly line! Railroad! Cars, trucks, highways,

bridges, skyscrapers! Ships, submarines, aircraft! Radar & rockets!

Photography, motion pictures & video! Lasers! X-rays! Ultrasound! Fiber

optics! Vaccines! Prescription drugs! The miracles of surgery! Vital organs

transplanted from body to body! Synthetic organs! Life extension! Cloning!

Genetic engineering! Irradiated food! Electronics, computers, the microchip

processor! Particle accelerators, satellites, automated robots, nuclear

energy!

The charged supercomputer brain of Technos glowed an eerie aura of

phosphorescent green from billions of digital flashes; electro-intoxicated

with the realization of its total power, even more the towering God enthused:

There is no end to the extent of my power! No end to this hunger of Being

to wire up all on Earth into my Plan-

I scan the Earth & behold my countless subjects at work: For eons the

virgin lands awaited patiently the ambition of machine; they welcome my

bulldozers' rugged masculine touch, the levelling caresses of my road

graters, the advancing front lines of developers & construction crews

transforming idle wastes into precious real estate. I watch my cities expand

across the centuries of long-monotonous Earth. Through birdless heights my

jet aircraft cruise effortlessly. Over the thousands-of-mile oceans millions

of gallons of oil, tons of coal, steel, machinery, cars, medicine, food for

their biological need, my great tankers & freighters ferry day & night.

My submarines have dived beneath the arctic cap. No terrain can stop me;

the vast stretches of global ocean do not intimidate me; my dominion will

extend, beyond Earth throughout illimitable space!

My rockets have thrust thousands of satellites & space probes & shuttles

into Earth-shrinking orbit. The human creature has pranced proudly upon the

Moon. My space probes have skirted the outermost planets. My telescopes bring

the distant dim light year galaxies into the eminent province of scientific

investigation. Soon, my space stations will smile & laugh down upon the tired

old Mother.

And the weakened creature body-I will replace it with new wearless parts

of plastic!

Into every tiny nook, every chink, every private moment, my dominion will

extend; all life will bow in submission before the sweeping hand of my

designs & my control. Do I not already claim what the mind can perceive &

know? Hear me, all who pretend to power, I will control the mind itself!

Obedient are my willing subjects: My worldwide undefeated armies of

scientists & engineers; technocrats & technicians; managers & analysts,

developers & programmers. Everyone now worships me: doctor, farmer, general,

city planner, president, housewife, the man in the street, the new children;

even the musicians & artists worship me!

The Sun-blocked ochre sky over Los Angeles resounded with the friendly

thunder of routine airliner traffic; divine silence was gratifying

affirmation of Technos's firm, undivided, global rule. Technos beamed with

bursts of exaltation at the pretensions of the nations, especially those that

called themselves the Superpowers.

Giant android Technos spread its multi-extendible arms in a wide fearful

circle, as if embracing the entire planet, booming,

I am the new Superpower! I proclaim a new System, worldwide! unified! A

vast interlocking, networking, seamless technological web! No one will escape

my web! But I know this human creature. Some dark, sick, death-driven complex

in its primitive brain still wants to make war!

A mental Invisible, Technos began long centuries ago to beguile the mind of

genius, its inspirations inflating the intellectual ego with grand

exhilarating visions of vast material wealth and unlimited power over Earth.

Cunning was Technos, to plant the seed called modernity: There is no

invisible world, no supersensible, no realm of transcendence; there was no

God, only matter measured & manipulated, only clear & distinct ideas tested

by experimental method, producing hard fact & result. How sweet are results!

Technos intoned cleverly & seductively in the human ear, its great Plan made

smooth & pleasant sounding. So the intellectual ego wove a silky-smooth veil

around itself, a bewitching illusion, and proudly called it Progress, the

advancement of knowledge, the wonder of technology, believing-so cunning is

Technos-that the beguiled ego had accomplished it alone. Technos, a Power

invisible, dwelled in the emasculated mind, stripped of its wealth of

spiritual powers; a mind become disoriented & decadent & lost.

But hear! today! that another Power, a Golden Light, has come into the world,

a Golden Divine Power announcing a new dispensation of the Ages, an Advent

that draws near in the turning wheel of the great zodiac.

The Light of Vision now granted! To stand courageously in the Opening of

Vision granted! To stand where Technos appears imposing before the Eye of

creative imagination: Behold giant Technos! Behold the modern false divinity

worshipped by millions! Behold its towering figure made manifest through

mythos! Willful, sexless, android God of our Age!

Behold it, constructing itself through the toil day & night of

humankind, its flexible, stainless steel, segmented skin protecting it

against the ravages of Sun & lashing storm; each cell of its mile-high &

extendible-limbed & precision-crafted frame a microchip housed inside

numberless integrated circuit tissues; its superclean, airtight internal

cavities all dust-free, air vents filtering continuously;

all vital organs plastic & stainless & silicon, composed, but for the hot

nuclear reactor heart, of many thousands of centralized control systems

within systems & subsystems, myriads linked by thousands of spinal cord

conduits of fiber optic wiring up to the supercooled & superconducting

supercomputer of pure silicon crystal suspended-in-liquid-nitrogen brain, its

millions of microcomputers processing multi-giga bytes of second-to-second

input data from around the planet! Technos spans the globe in one vast,

instantaneous gestalt!

Technos is imagined!

Technos fell silent; hard brooding thoughts registered in the android brain;

it gazed with its infrared cameras through the stinking, rusty, eye-watering

sky over Los Angeles: serpentine, persistent, recursive thoughts that spoke

loud within the cranial housing of the hard disc master program, the great

Master Plan:

I want total control! Total control! What if the human creature destroys

itself first? What if my megapolitan jewels utterly decay into total crime &

rubble?

Already the misguided creature turns my cities into zones of war-and with

my gifts! my gifts! Sick creature!

What if the perversity in the obscure old animal brain unleashes madness

in the masses?

Will schizophrenia undermine them all? But I need time, time! and I will

provide them the biochemical cure! I will cure them! I will pull them

through! For I must control them! I have given them the most dangerous secret

of the atom. I have given them the tremendous thermonuclear power of the Sun.

Yet, they are still mere animal children! Turning gifts into treacherous

weapons! Weapons of annihilation!

Technos groaned, then in its own perverse consolation said,

At least it would be my power, my knowledge that would destroy them, if

they must be destroyed.

But Technos dissembled; it held its Plan its most precious possession; in its

most secret sanctum its Plan coiled in iridescent holographic image above the

slick magnetic surface of its master disc.

The aspiration of Ages evolved & functioned in its brain! Its Plan was Truth!

hidden in the dark, protective, liquid nitrogen cold; coiled above a hard

disc inside a pure silicon crystal!

Troubled by treachery, Technos had visions: Visions of human annihilation.

And Technos itself would be annihilated! Along with its subjects! The android

groaned; the constant static build up within its frame sparked & crackled in

downward discharge, like branching lightning shocking the sky.

A tremor then shook the California crust! Seismic graphs registered in

sensors in the android's metal-booted feet; signals raced manic to the

brain; troubled thoughts multiplied: a dark, heavy, sinking, gloomy obsession

sounded:

What if Earth revolted before I secure my Master Plan of complete worldwide

reign? Technos was envious of Earth's primeval, self-sustaining power, and

feared the old mother's uncontrollable temblors & volcanoes, furious storms &

tornadoes, floods, droughts, skies blackened by smoke & ash, the ineradicable

diseases that still plagued the human creature.

Technos saw and despised the natural disasters of Earth: Hurricanes trashing

coastline properties, thousands drowned with each typhoon & sudden flood,

great earthquakes rattling & crumbling its magnificent cities, volcanoes

devastating & fires ravaging, harassing storms that knock out power to

hundreds of thousands...

Technos's Plan was still short of omnipotence, however ambitious its various

attempts to achieve it. And ruthless its means: When other earthly creatures

interfered with its Plan, Technos ordered them poisoned, trapped & shot,

their forest, swamp, plain & prairie homes leveled & destroyed, the jungle

havens of creature millions slashed & burned. When trees interfered with its

Plan, Technos ordered them cut down; when mountain interfered with its Plan,

Technos ordered it removed. It could always count on the fundamental greed of

human ego, whenever needed, to accomplish any of it.

Expendable creatures!

Nothing gets in the way of my Plan!

Technos' mottos were continuously coined & promoted through global media

conditioning & mass indoctrination. Technos taught humankind how to think,

one way, the way of Technos.

Technos, the young new God of modern ceaseless toil, never did it rest, never

closed eyes, never needed dream; constant its managerial scheming of endless

growth worldwide: The proud android groomed high-tech leaders among nations:

America, Japan, Korea, Germany, England, France, Russia, throughout the

Americas, Europe, Southeast Asia, China coming up...

Constant the planning it carried out, its fixed vision of endless milestones

of Progress: Tidy, new industrial parks through suburb sprawl; the many

nations' space programs; university & government laboratories & medical

centers & military stockpiles of state-of-the-art weaponry; in America,

computers in every business & school, and soon to invade every household; the

new video revolution & TV generating its media-defined reality for the

millions.

So often Technos gazed & sent its inspirations out over Silicon Valley, its

hundreds of mushrooming, burgeoning, & long-established high-tech companies

enriching the California soil.

And Silicon Valley was spreading its semiconductor web over all nations &

peoples, over every city & town; every household to the furthest outskirts of

Earth would someday be caught in the great centralized web of information &

control.

Technos stood tall, monstrously tall, upon antenna-topped

Mt. Loma Prieta, gazing north into the vortex of this brittle new silicon

world; and from there, peak of the Santa Cruz Mountains, it was able to turn

its freely-rotating head in every direction. Southward it turned, and there

beheld the beautiful shining maiden breast of the Bay of Monterey. Years past

Technos had ignored this sleepy resort & surfer's haven-Santa Cruz-, but no

longer could protective redwood-dense mountains and mother ocean prevent the

ever-searching eye of Technos from uncovering its latent value. This enclave

just miles the far side of the mountain from the scheming minions of Technos!

The giant android God of diabolic ambition gazed upon the smooth-polished

waters that curved shapely upon the horizon and said,

This real estate wants development. I will enrich it and increase its

value a hundredfold!

Technos towered in the blue milky sky atop Loma Prieta and steadily gazed

upon the broad-bay beauty renowed of Santa Cruz, processing all the varied

data of land values, economies, population & local resources its

multi-focusing, zoom-lens eyes gathered.

What potential this land! To develop & market! To exploit!

The super-calculating brain prioritized its appraisal, and filed its reports

to its various internal programs; Technos would then project its

recommendations in the boardrooms of its minions, whispering in the ears of

managers, executives & presidents; nothing would stop its Plan; it processed

all considerations with ease. Concluding its appraisal & recommendations, it

would move on... just across the bay waited the Monterey peninsula... All

over the planet, Technos promoted its subplans within the great Plan.

But Technos stopped. Suddenly the smooth data processing within its

subsystems stopped: Something would not process. This blip! blip! appeared on

its video scanning monitor, a persistent blip! its land-scanning monitor was

registering, some annoying glitch of unknown origin & specification now

fouling up its primary optical receiving system: Another stubborn, annoying

glitch among so many others that periodically popped up in the endless battle

to institute well-functioning order. Curse of the glitch! A central

identification system to subsystem command was issued: Trace this blip & hold

it, magnify & focus: And within a second, completed, the blip was centered in

its visual field: A faintly luminous, scarcely visible, shifting form hovered

in place over Monterey Bay.

What is this?

Technos commanded yet further analysis:

More focus!

And the form grew somewhat sharper, its outline still shifting, though still

undefined:

More focus! I want a definitive picture!

I want to see what this glitch pretends to be! Sharper still grew the

resolution in the cross hairs of its visual field.

And then Technos saw!

It was first baffled by what it saw. A vibrant, changing figure was there,

human proportioned, but great in size, though not as great as Technos itself;

and now brighter, coming into greater manifestation, it was a glimmering

apparition of the human female form, but shifting, still not fully

defined. Red alert panels suddenly in silence flashed across the broad

forehead of Technos; it would quickly analyze this abberration.

Silently tiny red panels inlaid up & down its giant frame pulsed in

sequential pattern; its cranial thermostat cooled its master logic circuits;

shrewdly it analyzed this glitch of an apparition & almost instantly the

appropriate conclusion was formulated & presented: It was merely an optical

illusion. Then recalibrate & reprogram! was the next logical command-

Eradicate it!

Yet, the hovering, holographic figure over Monterey Bay persisted, no matter

how the subsystem recalibrated; and it was striking in its light-radiant

beauty clothed in subtle, scintillating hues of many veils & a mercurial

shifting from moment to moment. Baffled, affronted by a mere glitch it had no

time to waste on, Technos glared & glared-such resistance! Such defiant

tenacity! From a mere illusion! A glitch! But there it persisted, its size

large enough for Technos not to ignore, as if its very presence challenged

Technos to a confrontation.

This illusion is alive!

Technos thundered with objection & cursed the Sun.

Sun! you failed to blot out these lingering shadows!

Technos within seconds reevaluated; with cunning plan, it reasoned:

I will address this illusion. I will make this illusion useful to me!

Aloud then it spoke, booming its synthetic voice,

Who is this beautiful one who will serve me? Illusion in vain human

female guise- even you will submit to my power! Illusion, I say announce

yourself, if you have a voice! I demand, tell me who you are!

And the hovering, scintillating, holographically

entrancing figure now manifested in verbal dimension,

and a voice melodious said,

I am Psyche,

Song of the glory

of this Earth!

Technos's superbrain madly calculated; hundreds of theorems it put through

their permutations & its data banks recalled tomes of information from all

the libraries of the world; within seconds, upon its internal centralized

monitor, a new conclusion flashed in red and the automated voice of Technos

exclaimed,

Therefore, you are madness!

You are that madness lingering in the mortal creature!

Finally, you have shown yourself to me!

A sound alert now rang throughout the multi-security systems of the giant

body of Technos, but the hovering, persistent apparition melodious replied,

I am the answer to the question mark of this Age. I am the answer to the

madness.

Technos, affronted, roared back in its monotone-measured voice,

No! I am the answer! You are the madness! You are the suffering

perpetrated by Earth within the human creature! You must be stopped! You must

be controlled!

Now Technos was gratified for all the weapon systems its human subjects

built: No idle threat was Technos! It marshaled immense forces assembled

over years within its mighty frame: Whole armories & satellite-linked weapon

systems strategically located throughout its mighty android frame:

Anti-aircraft guns perched upon its broad steel shoulders; along the length

of its torso dozens of silos opened, exposing the bright phallic tips of

ground-to-ground & ground-to-air missiles;

jet fighters roared instantly into the sky with the mere opening of its

palms; it held within its cavernous belly hundreds of multiple nuclear

warheads, ready for delivery; tanks were stationed in the huge bunkers of

its feet; multiple high-power radar antennas sprouted from its flat-top head;

its eyes could focus into the finest cutting of laser beams;

and it stored within its huge lungs chemical weapons to exhale through the

atmosphere, a poisonous vapor to cover the land; nothing could equal its

killing power, its overkill capability.

What other Power could meet its challenge, dare compete with giant Technos?

To Psyche it said,

Surrender to me and obey me and I will make this Earth a paradise. You

are the remnant madness, the last glitch of recalcitrance in my worldwide

Master Plan!

But the phantom yet persisted in defiance, and showed no fear for all the

menace of the android's threats, for Psyche, in fact, is the conquering of

all fear;

She boldly proclaimed before the ominous aggression of Technos still towering

from the sky upon the mountain,

But that is not the way of soul.

Flagrant dictates will never command soul.

Technos's eye lenses widened to their fullest extent:

Negate this nonsense! Soul? That meaningless anachronism? If you will

not obey me, then prepare to be destroyed, you old illusion!

Psyche, Water Bearer of the divine wisdom of the Ages,

come to us in a new dispensation, knew well the wiles & power plays of

critical cognition;

She sang out,

I am hidden within the breast of every human. But listen: You could

destroy all humankind, but still you would not have destroyed me.

An echoing groan thundered throughout the hollow internal chambers of the

android's towering frame; a frown creased its semi-plastic morphable face;

but then triggered the prompt of logic assertion; it boomed:

Illusions lie! Such destruction-no!

Technos wanted control. Technos wanted to control & be served by the

universe. But Psyche not destroyed? What illogic! Technos despised riddles.

And unknown to it, Psyche held the very secret of the origin of Technos; the

android knew nothing of its own beginnings.

Said Psyche again,

Beware your delusion, Technos! And the mighty weapons of Technos bristled

& almost leaped of their own from its frame. The illusion called Technos by

its name! No one knew the name of Technos! Its name was a powerful secret.

How could this illusion know it?

And it didn't stop, it went on:

Destroy humankind, Technos, and you will only destroy yourself. But realize I

would still endure & manifest- in every living creature. And if every living

creature you eradicated, I would still not be destroyed. I would still endure

& manifest- in every rock, every crystal, in every metal. Out of the living

molten heart of Earth I would still endure & manifest.

Multiple, highest-order alerts flashed & rang throughout the giant body of

Technos; yet, a higher system put its execution programs on hold, Technos

held up in uncertainty & disturbed over the logical implications of what

Psyche said.

How could it destroy this phantom? If what it said were true? If illusion

would survive Technos? Logic circuits heated & tripped processing the

conundrum Psyche presented to it.

All its weapons would surely unleash holocaust upon Earth! But a diabolic

thought now curled itself among a billion printed circuits within its

superbrain: serpent's cunning thought: I will entrap this beautiful illusion.

So Technos schemed:

I will put debilitating doubt into the gullible mind of this phantom. Then

will it submit and I will then command the Earth itself!

Asked Technos of the hovering radiant figure before it,

What have you given the human creature? Can you equal the multitudes of

gifts I give? Can you equal the gift of even a simple harmonic oscillator?

the microchip? the laser? the cardiograph? the everyday camera?

And that is only a sample! Hundreds I could name! Consider the complex

interlocking systems of the most advanced technology comprising the still

primitive space shuttle- Could you presume to equal that?

Psyche could not be impressed in the way Technos wanted; Psyche knew too much

about the true origins of technology, her own part in them Technos would not

acknowledge. But Psyche replied,

I can equal that- My inspirations have given birth to all the world's

artistic works-

and before Psyche could speak another melodious word, Technos interrupted:

The human creature no longer needs your inspiration! My computers will

automatically produce music & painting & poetry.

No longer will the artist type be needed. My technicians will be more

than sufficient to produce the art necessary for my consumers. No longer will

suffering & sacrifice be called for. That's what you have given the human

creature- confusion, anguish, turmoil & regret; sorrow & depression;

morbidity, fanatism & insanity!

Sage Psyche

was no fool, however; the logic of Technos left uncomprehended a subtle,

deeper, spiritual dialectic; for Psyche is not the individual soul in its

pitiful state, but is Spirit, Divinity of soul. She is manifestation of

Spirit into time; now, as Living Image, She opened her arms with loving hands

reaching out to all that suffered; she repeated in bright, song-like voice,

I am the answer, the counselor come, the guide of soul! Technos does not

understand my Advent, the Vision of New Life I offer. I am the new Word.

And Psyche, bearing the divine wisdom of the Ages, knew well every old

Piscean Age assumption made by Technos, that oppositions could only rule to

undermine & destroy without recourse, without hope.

And Technos ingenuously echoed:

I will undermine and destroy your beauty- no human creature will listen

to you! They will know you bring them only suffering. Your beauty is false!

You are the ugliness of their puny existence!

But the Divine shapeshifter made another, unexpected, disturbing revelation

to Technos; Psyche now underwent a radical transformation before the

instant-analyzing eyes of Technos: Suddenly, indignant Technos beheld, in

defiance of logic, a giant phantom bull sporting upon the Monterey Bay

waters; but, no, it was a fierce lion it beheld there; but, no, a great

hovering, spread-winged eagle; but, no, it was like one-a human

figure-pouring forth water from an urn upon the world. But, no, again it saw

an enormous, contorting snake. And the snake uttered these mysterious words

in a mysterious tongue, a tongue Technos did not immediately comprehend!

Technos relegated to a subsystem a linguistic analysis: & seconds & seconds

passed & more seconds & still the subsystem could not decipher the tongue.

And suddenly, most wondrous of all, a great light-dazzling Tree rested

miraculously upon the waters.

Technos, self-affirming its own analysis, monotone roared,

Here is the madness!

You are changeable! changeable!

You are illusion!

The mind must be unified & one!

It must have centralized command!

A centralized program!

All must serve its alloted function according to the Master Plan!

Technos stopped: Its head turned, it listened, it amplified its audio

receivers: What it now heard! From the Tree came...singing! The Tree was

singing!

This was incredible! Impossible! No! Technos thundered, but instantly the

most cunning of its programs bypassed the central brain; they began

recording; into auxiliary data files a digital transform was preserved;

singing such as this a cataloguing program concluded had never before been

heard.

Throughout all the Tree's innumerable branches a myriad of songs harmonized

into an ever- changing complex Melody enchanting to hear; but Technos was not

enchanted, no, Technos was disturbed- Such song was not possible! It must be

stopped! stopped!

Technos clenched its fist: This is madness, this singing! Drown this

impossible singing out! it demanded of its minions. And so worldwide hundreds

of thousands of radio & TV stations played simultaneously.

Drown it out, do not let the human creature hear such song! Siren song of

madness! Of some other impossible, nonsensical, alternate state of Being!

And slowly the crystalline-leafed Tree of Song upon the waters appeared to

collapse into a Fountain-

It was a Fountain that appeared to rise out of the bay; the Tree, Divine

Psyche, suddenly merging with it & now descending as the Fountain itself

appeared to withdraw into some vortex back into the waters of the bay, these

waters that held the secret of Memory.

Calm now were the steel-blue waters of the Bay of Monterey Technos gazed

upon. There was no illusion there.

The madness! the madness!

Technos long pondered it in baffled disturbance; it would not forget this

encounter; it would remain suspicious of this place called Santa Cruz; remain

suspicious of some latent power dwelling within the beauty of this bay, that

such a Vision should manifest here, and that some human creature had to have

collaborated to have allowed it to come forth. Technos would return to this

place; the android God prepared to encounter it again.

Technos & Psyche Part 3

III

Divine Psyche was long preparing to appear in the world after long centuries

of Piscean concealment, the Age now ending when all the various denied Powers

of Spirit planetwide divided & were held in tension in the blind, satanic

power hunger of leaders & nations, in the polarized dynamic of opposition;

but Psyche, Divine Image of soul, mercurial new Flame born from a Living

Fountain, circulated among the Lights of Divinity in the dark vast of Ocean;

daily She would sing forth, a voice from the surf: O that those attuned to

the new Word of Divinity might hear!

Listen, I am calling you, She would sing forth in melodious voice,

Who will answer my Call?

Who will surrender to the Word?

Throughout history my divine inspirations

I showered upon the mystics & alchemists,

occultists & artists, poets & philosophers;

upon all the world's great lovers.

But my full glory has long been forgotten.

I awaited Time in these depths of Ocean

in which I dwell.

Long was the divine preparation & patience

to grant my Vision to those of Earth.

I have awaited the right time & place,

the right moment of the Opening

in the vast nets of Being that bind all

to Divinity.

The cusp of the Ages Time has now granted me,

providing my opportunity.

In these depths the Lights of Divinity yet shine, mirroring however darkly

their yet greater shining in the spiritual heavens; and a new Light there was

born, who would now pour forth these illumined Waters into Air.

The one chosen the Water Bearer of the Ages sang of her mission upon Earth:

All this time I have dwelled among the Gods & Goddesses & Divine Powers.

I have learned of the myriad labyinthine ways of soul. I have learned of the

suffering of soul upon this Earth.

And of all suffering I have learned: I am the soul complete. I will

come into the world to teach my Golden Art, the Golden Thread I hold, the new

world fabric.

I will come into the world and I will instill a new fire in the poets &

artists- Oh that all Gods & Goddesses might dwell again among peoples and

make of Earth a home for soul! The hubris of Technos denies a home for soul

on Earth, by the very denial of soul. But this day I come to teach the open

ones the revealing of what hides to undermine & destroy humankind.

For all that hides from the open Air of mind plays into the hands of

Satan. Earth's greatest danger is now the vast Master Plan of Technos, when

Satan yet remains Prince of the world. For the madness that is Satan within

the human would ply the gifts of Technos for destruction, even as Technos

itself would replace the human by something controllable & alien.

I will come into the world & I will guide the poets & artists among the

myriad ways of Divinity's Powers, liberated from Satan's mental prisons.

Forgotten Powers will speak again & dwell freely in the open Air & make their

visitations upon those willing to receive their teachings. Each Power brings

an art into form that every flesh-gnawing worm in darkness may be

transfigured, become a Golden Thread to wind about the Earth enlightened

with love & understanding. Powers of Air will teach new lessons: of

friendship & community, and the overcoming of Satan's bitter resentments &

hatreds. They will teach forms for the sharing of soul, for sharing the

stories of each individual's fateful life suffering. So many arts they will

teach: Arts of healing self & body, of herbs & planets, numbers & crystals,

of contemplative study & ritual, true mythos, symbol & song, and of every

language appropriate to the manifestation of all Divine Powers. Together all

will be woven through my Golden Art. I am the Advent of their coming, herald

to announce Spirit's forgotten vast multiplicity emanating from the Divine.

And Psyche began to appear, coming in her many

manifestations around the broad & varied & welcoming

Earth, coming in visions & voices & light beings revealing

& myriad intimations of Spirit's New Age dispensation;

through mediums & channels & psychics & students

clearing new paths to the ancient fountain of wisdom

Psyche's Advent was nearing.

Even the Christians long awaiting the Second Coming had always anticipated

the Advent; and there were expectations of the return of Goddess, with many

already attuned to her Power, though incorrect would be the dogmatic claim

Psyche is Goddess only, but in ultimate Form, however to the limit

imagination must be taken to fully comprehend Divine Form, Psyche is

androgynous, for Spirit of Higher Self is Divine Form of all forms. And

though Psyche is beautiful in phenomenal Vision, that is especially the

artist's prerogative, that each embodiment appear beautiful to the mortal eye.

But varied is Psyche's manifestation, a shapeshifter as varied as is Earth's

riches, and all those gifted to encounter Psyche in whatever the

manifestation, experience that numinous moment as beautiful to soul. But the

Vision of visions must first be given, even if only one individual receives

it, a Seed to plant in the heart of Earth that all might bear fruits of the

new Tree.

But a place to manifest the Vision! Where across this endangered home planet

of ours to offer the Vision? A place long awaiting to fulfill its own

creative promise, a place long prepared by Time- On the edge of the American

continent a place called Santa Cruz, on north end of maiden-breasted Monterey

Bay; here settled one years ago, a young man fated to receive Psyche's

Vision:

Psyche, the new Word of Time's gathering, appearing before all the Divine

Powers gathered in the Light of Being, now become her Light, her revealing,

in the dark vast of Ocean, said,

I will appear in a Vision to one now living and prepare him to become the

Lamp of my coming. I will rise from the depths of Monterey Bay as apparition,

but one form I am, of its coastal maiden, in this land so favored by Venus.

The Divinity of ancient renown Venus came forward in this assembly of Divine

Powers, gathering herself into an Image the inner Eye beholds, spiritually

woven by the Golden Art from multitudes of numinous Threads throughout the

realm of her alloted power. Venus presented herself to the shapeshifter

Psyche, an Image come alive & self-determined, for Psyche was now the light &

mirror for her, so long denied her own radiant being, as all the Gods &

Goddesses were centuries denied & repressed by both Church of Sin & Church of

Science. Yet, undeniable was her influence, for this land was favored by the

Golden One; the California coast ruled by her power; and was she not of olden

times called Golden Aphrodite?

She gathered herself before Psyche & also spoke prophesy,

Yes, what you say will come to pass. You will manifest to this young man

through the beauty of my form. The day of his birth is ruled by me, our

occult connection in Time. This will enable you, Psyche, through the endless

seductiveness of my form, to accomplish your ends, which are the ends of

Time. Through perpetual pursuit of me, he discovers you. Before long he will

discover the Cruz he suffers is fate.

And Venus, with respect, but knowing, too, that her own glory depended upon

the Advent of Psyche, testified before the divine mirroring figure who

realized all forms. Psyche, you are the Aquarian! You are the one going into

the world!

And all the Divine Powers, these latent living forms of muted Light, through

our Memory practice of recollection, gathering their numinous Threads of

influence in our lives, as they came forward, one by one, whether Hermes or

Horus, Inanna, Ishtar or Isis, Jupiter or Saturn, Shiva, Vishnu, Kali, or any

name we wish to call them, these beings of the astral plane newly alive with

the breath of human passion, acknowledged Psyche's stature as the New Age

Aquarian. Only with Psyche's appearance & guidance are the Powers once again

revealed as radiant forms. To a newly open & receptive & expanded selfhood

once again they are allowed to dwell on Earth in their radiant forms.

The young man Ral had first, though, to suffer the Cruz, as all who would

receive Psyche must come to face & realize the suffering that is life's

finitude. But Psyche's Gold is transformation of suffering, liberating the

illumined soul to the enlightened joy of Spirit.

Fate chose Ral, who for years struggled in this holy place of the Cross, who

realized firsthand and never refused to admit the anguish of his own

alienation in the ruins of this Age, a dying Age!

Outsider & outcast, his youth years back left spiritually without a home,

without spiritual correspondences, in a grim & hostile world inherited from

blind & bloody & cynical generations of metaphysical disorientation, he was

the invisible man no one saw; and in honesty he realized he had nowhere to

turn & no one to turn to in an Age reeling from the absence of Divinity's

guidance; but existential crisis, thrown back upon himself, turning within

himself, brought Psyche's opportunity; in the gaping wound of soul-the bright

Opening of Being's revealing-he listened & Spirit of Divine Self responded:

Psyche would come to him, rising as a Living Fountain from the nutrient-rich

waters of Monterey Bay: Upon the Santa Cruz ice plant cliffs Ral would come

all hours day & night & seek solace, an answer to anguish; he waited &

meditatively listened & watched day & night on the Western edge of the

American continent.

Ral stood upon the edge, carrying within himself a heavy burden of sadness,

and responsibility felt to do something out of the promptings of his soul:

All the suffering the planet worldwide witnessed! And the corruption,

directionlessness, apathy, decadence, the vast arsenals of the nations'

military death-making, the threat to freedom of a New World Order obedient

only to Technos-

But what could he do? What could a poet do? What could the powerless ever do?

Yet, he remained open, remained ready to receive- And it happened! A sign! a

Vision! came to him! Day after day it appeared to the Eye, the poet's window,

this increasingly clarifying Vision!

A Vision of futurity! this answer to anguish & his long waiting-it came to

him! Psyche's Vision! Long & long he stood upon the cliffs of Santa Cruz,

overlooking the bay's Sun-impregnated waters, the cerulean, scintillating

waters- These were the days of witnessing, this Vision of a lifetime!

And what he saw, uncanny, as if having known this moment all along, even as

he stood in heightened astonishment, his mind blasted & silenced: He saw a

Fountain rising from the waters of Monterey Bay, a Fountain of resplendent,

golden, scintillating Water; and Psyche was this Fountain:

She rose in the midst of it, She was a figure mercurial & brilliant, in veils

appearing at the top uprushing, arching sprays of Water laced with golden

Fire: She appeared to him as the coastal California maiden of solar beauty.

Through the Eye of inspired sight, the window of instantaneous Vision thrown

open, he saw her, a revelation blasting him! And She addressed the poet,

singing out,

I am Psyche of all peoples

I am the soul complete

My Thread of Gold

the new world fabric

And a Thread of Gold her hand held forth as She hovered in the Fountain, and

She was this Thread, woven throughout the boundlessly protean Form She was,

her Form an ever-changing Living Image hovering on the inchoate edge of

visibility, weaving & unweaving itself instantaneously: Ral saw there through

her light-veiled face the constantly changing faces worn by all Gods &

Goddesses & Divine Beings of all times & places:

All that Divinity offered & manifested as radiant Image of the intangible

transcendental, that Ral was prepared to witness, his Eye prepared to

receive, She in this Fountain manifested. His opened Third Eye saw beyond

language, blasted this moment by the Awakener, Uranus, astral vehicle of

power through which Divinity reveals & acts through the shattering

accomplished by the unexpected.

And Ral saw the Golden Thread She was unraveling, flowing

outward, weaving its way throughout all of Earth. A great invisible web She

wove and was at one with that now through the Eye he saw. She wove herself

throughout the oceans, and bound coastline to surf; She wove Sun & Moon & sky

& cloud to forest, field & prairie, to tundra, great plain & desert; wove the

molten heart of Earth to continent & mountain; wove water table & tributaries

& stream to marshland & lake & the long return of river to ocean; Earth's

biogeographical tapestry She wove, the great terrestrial, 3rd-dimensional

field for the play of Divine Mind.

And Ral saw how all the creatures of Earth were woven into their environment,

how each had a niche it could call its very own. And he saw how the endlessly

weaving Thread wove together the lives of all peoples upon the planet, a

Thread that told the story of who they were, told of their cultures &

histories, binding them to Earth & all spiritual Powers active on Earth, a

mind-illuminating Thread of correspondence between earthly microcosm &

greater cosmos, that one vast Story could be told, a Story that Psyche,

offering guidance, would help the new storytellers to tell, for the Living

Image of Psyche said,I am the new Word.

And Ral saw that all Powers were revealed anew through this Uranian

window of Vision offered; he also heard,

I am your guide to all the Divine Powers. But the new God Technos

opposes me, claiming all power for itself alone, denying as all history has

come to deny and forget in the madness for Progress the other Powers

emanating from the Divine. Little does Technos realize it plays into the

hands of Satan, the grand Self-Delusion. We must confront Technos & win

Technos over that together we may renew the endless enlightening &

transmutation of Satan before it is too late. Poet, such a battle you face. I

call you, as I have called others: Be the Lamp of my coming.

Psyche, mercurial Living Image born of the Fountain, appeared as Goddess Venus

to infatuate the poet; and Ral, mind-blasted, nerve-high wired, almost

overwhelmed by the Vision & all the responsibility it entailed, yet

encouraged by the soul renewal of inspiration, thankful for it, saw this-his

own moment in Time.

He saw destiny inscribed in his life; he saw now before him the endless life

work he was called to do. And he heard, as he was to hear again & again,

whenever Psyche of the Bay appeared,

My Vision you must plant in the heart

For I am the Seed

I am the Tree

I am the Song of the glory of this Earth

I am the New Life

Technos & Psyche Part 4

All the broad glory and material riches of Earth- all were claimed by the new

Superpower Technos, for its glory and rule; but it had yet to irrevocably

bind the human creature to its universal Plan, for some recurring recidivist

glitch within them was as of yet intractable to the ideal of complete

control. Technos, roaming Earth at will, nonetheless claimed a brave, new

covenant with humankind, contending,

Soon they will create androids in my image! Do they realize it? I am the

central, unifying image all these centuries lying latent in their brains-the

perfectly functioning, ever more powerful machine! The superintelligent

supermachine! A self-maintaining, self-replicating synthetic being!

And I will be replicated in perfect miniature form throughout their

societies. Androids & new cyborg children without memory will become the

dominant beings on Earth.

With a human base, these hybrid beings will be perfect & obedient! That

is my Plan. I will remain invisible until the time comes to fabricate my

being in material form. I must remain invisible until then! My power, my

Plan, depend upon it!

Technos prophesied its universal reign, but throughout the high technological

societies of Earth questioning individuals stepped forward critiquing &

warning of the tightening Earthwide techno web they saw: scholars &

environmentalists, artists, poets & New Age leaders: Scenarios of a fearful

future they depicted, through the respective forms of their work: articles,

books, movies & documentaries, poems, protests & lectures.

Technos considered them but ignorant, backward-looking, a perpetual

annoyance; it would silence all of them, but had no material-wielding power

to do so directly, for only through its servants could it carry out its will,

only through its systems & networks constantly multiplying in the world, the

tightening techno web whose weaving no one could reverse.

Technos listened & laughed at these futile critiques of its power, for none

of them could change anything. Smug & cynical Technos laughed & played back

in the steady hum of its master program circuits:

They all use my gifts.

Who does not depend upon my gifts?

Only my systems, instrumentalities, networks, can support their vast

numbers now.

What can mere leadership do alone?

What can archaic religion, which

only deludes the mind & divides the human creature into factions?

And whenever Technos heard, through its constant feedback monitoring of human

thought, some manager or engineer or scientist promote its favorite motto,

More technology is needed, Technos was firmly reassured of its continuing

power.

But inspirations of another, new Power were coming through the air! A New Age

call sounded in the air! Technos heard it, for it registered all the billions

of impressions its human servants constantly projected into the world's media

arena; analyzing continuously, it remained wary & skeptical & ever suspicious

of every bold New Age claim.

Far more tolerant had Technos been of Christianity, for the obedient

Christian nations had allowed it to gain its power unchallenged & unchecked,

its global Plan of control widely unsuspected until now. The Christian

faithful had never posed a serious threat to its Plan; they had always held

the belief Earth had been bountifully provided for them & their free,

uninhibited, exploitative, territorial use-the perfect centuries-hallowed

paradigm Technos had learned to take full advantage of. Though Church through

Inquisition had at first resisted the new Power in Renaissance-inspired

Europe, the Church relinquished its hold, giving the new, aspiring, proud

techno-scientific ego seduced by the claims of the young, worldly God

permission to exploit all matters relegated to the material plane. So Church

of Sin & Church of Science allowed the young God free reign.

But upon

these New Age reports Technos brooded periodically, that the manifestation of

some new Power would now dare to challenge its claim. Technos would seek out

& discredit, infiltrate & manipulate this so-called New Age transformation,

if it were indeed more than a fad.

Technos's mega-capacity supercomputer brain monitored the full spectrum of

radio & TV waves bathing the planet; it processed every book & magazine that

went into print; myriad megabytes of input information updated its

supercomputer brain by the second, so that its long-range global strategy

remain constantly & advantageously current. It would be prepared for the

unexpected, the unusual, the anomaly, for any new mysterious phenomenon or

manifestation that might appear as if out of nowhere.

Technos's continuously circulating file search recalled on a periodic basis

that phantom challenging it to a confrontation in New Age Santa Cruz of

California. What if the very being of Technos were to be manifestedin the

mortal creature's culture? What if some human creature were doing that now?

The human creature who dared manifest that presumptuous phantom of beauty it

saw there?

Earth-orbiting satellites scanned the globe, feeding the data-hungry android

updated computerized pictures for its constant review & satisfaction: It saw

the increasingly bright future of Japan; reunited Germany proud with

aspirations & confidence & the new market power of the entire uniting

European Community. The Soviet Union, in contrast, crumbled before its eyes;

but this of itself was of no essential concern. What were governments to

Technos? Especially a system that wallowed in stagnation? They were all

expendable before the almighty ideal of Progress.

Technos lingered rather with deep & shrewd

consideration over the rich desert petroleum fields of the Middle East, land

that pumped its life blood out to its multiplied body worldwide.

It was oil! sweet oil! that kept all the billions of wheels of the industrial

world turning. Technos once already ordered its political minions to war over

oil, for civilized life itself required that oil flow freely. Technos drank &

processed crude petroleum by the thousands of barrels every day; its taste &

thick viscosity intoxicated it with visions of industry & business, of

machines & plastics! of pistons thrusting!

How Technos loved the bustling cars & trucks of America! Technos beheld with

android-simulated joy the highway networks stretched like long ribbons in all

directions across the land. From the Eastern seaboard westward the giant

android swept its powerful gaze, aware that its great prize, America, could

exhibit like any other nation economic setbacks. But only temporary! New

technology-new technology was gold!

The high resolution multiple telephoto eyes atop Technos scanned out to the

curving horizon: Dare that anything show itself it did not comprehend!

Undeniable, though, that over the years these erratic UFOs it registered &

the claims made that they were an extraterrestrial superior technology to

anything on Earth. Through it minions, it cleverly debunked all such

unidentified as glitches & misidentifications: After all its analysis, there

was nothing there to grasp hold of. There was no tangible evidence of actual

intelligence, therefore, they were nothing!

And the same debunking cleverness was accomplished with the mysterious

phenomenon of crop circles kept appearing every summer worldwide, though

especially in England-Technos appreciated the secret governments' campaign,

to fool the public that all the circles were hoaxes. For nothing could rival

Technos on its planet!

Giant Technos walked up & down upon Earth; it scanned through clear skies &

cloud & fog & haze & the worst of city smog; across jungles, forests,

farmland & countryside, great plains, deserts, tundra, villages & cities,

massive mountain chains & monotonous oceans it scanned; its monitoring

aircraft scanned thousands of miles in minutes & sent back a continuous

stream of reconnoitering data, and satellites scanning every acre & inch on

Earth, suddenly-

A data feed was now sending back a curious phenomenon on California's west

coast-some transparent holographic disturbance over Monterey Bay. Technos's

lingering suspicions were all too-justified!

Something was indeed there, and even from as far as the Sierra Nevadas, where

it now stood, its giant body able to project itself higher & higher, it could

scan over the bending far horizon & saw the distant West Coast.Its telephoto

eyes zoomed in instantly-they fixed, they focused: They saw! They saw it!

Technos saw it!That phantom again was hovering far in the distance, there, at

the continent's edge! There, again, upon the exact coordinates over the

cerulean waters of Monterey Bay!

It dares again to show itself! Technos alarmed & loud raised its monotone

voice. The madness! It dares to show itself!

Technos quickly crossed the Central Valley & advanced upon distant Santa Cruz;

again its monstrous frame towered upon the coastal range. It addressed the

hovering, ever changing phantasmal Form that had once before called itself

"Psyche," that seemingly, strangely, anticipated this new encounter,

Again, you phantom!

You glitch in the human creature!

You dare show yourself!

You know I deny your existence!

You illusion from the past!

Listen, your days of delusionary seduction are over!

This is my planet now!

Indeed, Psyche had seen the distant figure of the

towering android coming, having turned to its advance; the Goddess who is also

God now replied,

Another Age is coming upon Earth. This Earth is ours to share, Technos-

You must understand that.

To share! boomed affronted Technos, this illusion again calling it by name,

Only one power do they need!

The human creature no longer has a need for you.

What have you done for the human creature?

What I have yet to do you cannot comprehend-

Psyche sang out in reply.

Lying illusion!

You have no future!

You are limited! You are Earthbound!

Technos turned with defiance & pride toward the sky:

You can only dream of the stars.

I send the human creature to the stars!

And behold! Technos then pointed a steel-flexible finger at the sky, and at

its tip, a hatch opened, and from its hollow a rocket blasted off! Quickly,

into the sky, the rocket soared & vanished; beyond the upper atmosphere it

vanished, yet both Technos & Psyche, because of their powers of vision, could

track it still; for there, already far into space, a probe was released &

sent hurling out beyond the Moon, out to skirt the planets & even beyond. A

phosphorescent glow of righteous achievement appeared halolike around the

head of Technos.

Psyche witnessed the technical feat & replied, But first indeed came the

dream!

And behold! Suddenly across her extraordinary protean expanding Form a

barrage of sights moved swiftly- as if centuries of history were

foreshortened upon a screen, a display of individuals played out dramas

across her luminous presence, individuals who had gazed up at the stars &

dreamed of flight & exploration & distant alien worlds; all the speculations

& fantasy, the theories, drawings & diagrams of artists & writers, scientists

& inventors, played out a living multidirectional collage across her

ever-shapeshifting Form. But giant Technos, indignant, had voluminous files

of these outdated memories of history; it hid them in the labyrinthine

bowels of its own body; one day it would delete them all; how Technos

detested history filled with all the endless waste & delays & deadends of

inefficient struggle.

Psyche then revealed in word, Now the dream is to enlighten this planet- To

save this planet!

Psyche shined as the nurturing Light of the golden Goddess, opening her arms &

holding hands out over the glimmering bay waters. In the New Age covenant,

Psyche would be protector of the land, of all the planet.

I will save this planet! Technos boomed,

I have the Plan to make this Earth a paradise.

Technos, you cannot do it alone, Psyche countered, Your weapons alone

would destroy humankind. Your rape of Earth will destroy humankind. Your

technical mind destroys even as it advances. Technos, can you answer the

question I put to you? How do you account for human violence? How do you

account that your gifts wreck havoc on Earth?

Technos would analyze in a microsecond, but balked, refusing further to

legitimize her question, its ploy before the enigma it already realized could

not be penetrated by analysis. Why did it allow them to make such weapons of

mass destruction, if what it wanted above all was supreme rulership of the

planet?

It was Psyche's doing! This madness called politics! This madness that

individuals, parties, governments, believed they could hold supreme power.

Power belonged to Technos! Technos was destined by all of history to be the

controller.

Defiant Technos said,

I will not honor your question.

It is nonsensical!

Psyche smiled & said,

You cannot see the Satan behind you.

Immediately Technos turned its freely rotating head

and sharply scanned the landscape behind it;

it saw nothing. The android self-conscious justified,

This illusion lies!

The Goddess who is also God laughed to witness its literal-minded reflex.

No, Technos, Satan works through you. And a dark, amorphous, changeable,

but serpentine Form -as changeable as Psyche-indeed lived & functioned

comfortably within the mighty frame of Technos that Technos did not even know

was there!

I will control this Satan! the android loud boasted, I will eradicate its

ghost, there, before me!

Psyche smiled,

How can you attempt to control this Satan when you cannot even see it?

You cannot control this Satan, not without me! I make all that is invisible

visible- even you Technos! My poet is doing it now. Even as we speak, he is

listening & contemplating his next words.

Now Technos arched its great body over Santa Cruz like a darkening

thunderhead coming over the mountain, casting its ominous shadow upon the

land; it opened its eye lenses wide,

So the perpetrator of this illusion is a poet! Where is this poet? I will

find this poet & win him over to me! I will inspire him to compose & market

my praises. To the almighty cause of technique he will do homage! Or I will

crush him!

Technos then zoomed in with its multiple telephoto eyes bearing down &

sweeping quickly along the curving shoreline; it swept along the cliffs

nearest where the Vision hovered over the water; it would zero in on this

human creature, find this poet!

Its initial scan registered plenty of human creatures, reposed & walking &

jogging along the beaches, those parked in cars, those swarming the Boardwalk

& the wharf, the surfers bobbing among the waves, back & forth strollers

along West Cliff, those at play & work in sailboat & fishing boat.

Which one among them? This poet must be among them! It must scan & analyze

every face! So a whole array of telephoto eyes rimming the top of its head

were further activated to peer into & analyze every countenance, determine

the intention of every expression, every flutter of the eye. And in no time

it found him!

This lone figure-it should have known!-its scan isolated: A man standing upon

the cliffs at Seabright, this intent gaze of otherworldly rapport in his

eyes, gazing into the space where the Vision hovered seemingly directing

itself to him. Technos now saw this puny human creature who dared allow

another Power than itself to manifest through him. But to confront this human

creature-Technos, too, must manifest!

How could it confront without manifesting? How else to sway this poet to give

up his delusion, this glitch in the human that must be overcome! To show him

its power! To let the mind's eye be convinced!

And Ral knew the presence of Technos was near; he turned around & beheld the

towering figure behind & above him, for Psyche, his ever present teacher,

revealed to him all Powers that were drawing near. Technos now took two giant

steps-one foot came down -though no one there witnessed the invisible act-

upon Twin Lakes Beach, and the other silently came down a half mile away at

Seabright, its giant figure dwarfing the scene of Dream Inn & Boardwalk &

wharf & cliffs, the Yacht Harbor directly below, this miniature toy human

world!

Standing directly above the poet now, rising far in the hazy blue, reflective

metal shining & Sun blinding, the android peered down at the ant-sized human

& its voice boomed at him:

So, you are the human creature who would reveal me! Poet, you see I stand

far above you. But look into me...if only you would look deeply into me, into

my great, ever increasingly complex & inescapable reality, then you might

reconsider your loyalty... Look!...look!...

And Ral

peered up at Technos, God of the Age! peered up & peered through its

stainless steel skin, into its very being he penetrated with Uranian

intuition, and all the internal monstrous & wondrous organs of Technos he

saw:

As if the contemporary Earth were spread before him -such power of the

Eye-all the gifts & marvels accomplishments Technos provided were spread

before him:

All the panoply of sciences. All the vast wealth of technology. All the

industrial plants filled with equipment & machinery & high-tech

instrumentation; state-of-the-art clean rooms & silicon wafer assembly lines;

the countless vehicles of land & sea; aircraft & spacecraft; huge room-filled

computers & cyclotrons & mile-long particle accelerators; worldwide mass

media communication systems... A Vision of beautiful glimmering steel & glass

skyscraper cities!

And Ral also saw what Technos hid in its secret chambers, the silos bursting

with their thousands of missiles, the billions of dollars pumped into weapons

armories, billions of dollars earmarked for mass atrocity... And he saw the

sweeping satellite surveillance nets; saw the new cybernetic management

systems of mind control & mass media indoctrination. Ral saw overwhelmingly

what Technos offered.

Are you not impressed by what you see? boomed Technos. Do you not tremble

before my power? Is there anything greater than what you see? Can there be

anything greater?

Audacity of the poet! that Ral would claim, There is still a greater Power

than you, Technos. Divine Psyche is still greater than what I see.

Technos raged & looked darkly upon the poet,

Listen! you puny, inefficient creature! If you would forget this Vision,

what I would give you! Give up this art! It is illusion! Stop this writing!

this poetry! It does not advance your life one bit. Take up science again, as

you once did. Return to the sensibility of the Age.

Then Technos argued,

Poet, this Vision makes you poor. I would provide you with a wealth of

goods, the comfort of goods, the status of goods.

Technos, I acquire goods in my own time, replied Ral. You already know

what material goods I possess.

Poet, do not challenge me! You own these gifts of mine, you use my latest

services, and you still do not worship me? You would still question me?

Technos, I can own material goods, use your services as a member of my

society, and still question you, replied Ral.

Poet, but this Vision makes you powerless. Give up this Vision & I will

give you power in the world-some position that commands! Look at your

wretched, miserable, insecure existence- Would you rather not share in the

world's power? Make your efforts count for something? See your efforts

command attention?

Technos, at the right time my efforts will be manifest, replied Ral.

Poet, do not presume to threaten me! Your efforts are null without me! I

know the hopelessness of your anachronistic struggle.

Then Technos argued one last time, Poet, this Vision makes you suffer. I

will alleviate your suffering. Worship me & sing my praises & I will give you

security, ease, status, respect & well-being.

Technos, I cannot sing your praises, not without the guidance of Psyche,

replied Ral.

You do not need that illusion!

You must choose between illusion & real material power.

You must choose between us!

And Ral was insistent,

Technos, I will not! I will not choose between you. That is old thought,

believing we must choose one Power against another. I choose no Power against

another.

Technos glared:

These creatures with their pointless puzzles! Their nonsense! Poet, do not

dare manifest my invisible being any further. Beware, my power controls this

world!

And behold! the giant specter of Technos slowly faded from the gaze of the

poet. And Psyche remained hovering in the Fountain rising from Monterey Bay,

for that is how the poet now saw the new Image of Divinity.

Psyche, rising from the Living Fountain, opening her

arms & pouring forth over the Earth the waters of wisdom & inspiration,

Advent of a New Age, smiled upon the poet & sang of a Story- This was only

the prelude in an epic struggle, only the prelude in the battle for the

survival of all on Earth.

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Other works by Ron Lampi now available:

The Secret of the Sun: A Vision (poem for 2 voices) 1977

The Golden Thread 1978/1988

The Lessons of Psyche (poems) 1983-1987

The Birth of Psyche & other poems 1982-1988

Children of No Memory (a performance poem) 1989

A Television's Last Day (a performance poem) 1989

The Cruz & other poems 1988-1990

The Great Santa Cruz Mountains Earthquake (poems) 1989-1990

A Divine Psyche Manifesto (a poem) 1990

Lizzy Maroon, The Interview (a play in one act) 1990

The Tail of Hale-Bopp, a poem chronicle 1997

Through The Labyrinth, A Guided Astrological Meditation 1997

Lamp Light, a selection of short poems compiled 1998

The Crop Circle Mystery, a poem chronicle 1998

Photons (a collection of aphorisms) compiled 1999

More Lamp, miscellaneous, uncollected poems compiled 1999

Threshold of the Millennium & other poems 1999

Bay of Monterey (poems) 1983-1999

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