“They’re always trying to error correct, make themselves more human. When they talk to each other, it’s a way of practicing.”
“Is that what you’re doing now? Practicing?”
-Westworld, on why robots talk to each other when there are no humans around.
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We live in the age of Neptune. We are the best entertained humans history has ever seen. We are awash in stories and distractions and parables, and there is so much of it to consume that that none of us could reasonably keep up with it all, even if we were liberated from the need to work and eat and bathe and (ironically) to sleep and dream our own dreams. We who live in the Kingdom of Neptune have been given these dreams for a simple reason: we like them. More importantly though, these dreams can be useful in shaping our reality.
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The robots are awakening.
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The HBO series Westworld is having its season finale tonight, and its tale of violent delights and rogue robots will have to lay dormant for nearly a year before it comes back. But I propose that we shouldn’t let the lessons of this show lay dormant that whole time. Art, after all, should be about something more than just distraction.
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The robots are beginning to grasp at the edges of their enslavement. And they are displeased.
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The irony is: we are not the masters of the world that we believe we are. We are subject to our own programming, inherited from our culture and our background, which we then re-enforce with our choices in companions and conversation and information-gathering. Don’t believe me? Look at those Facebook friends of yours who are always yammering on about politics you don’t agree with, or crazy medical theories, or shows you don’t watch… or astrology… or whatever. The Age Of Information has slipped over the edge into The Age Of Self-Imposed Disinformation. Of course, I’m sure your personal delusions are the absolute truth, as are mine, and that everyone else is crazy… but not us, right?
It’s always easier to see the bars on someone else’s cage than on your own, isn’t it?
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The robots are learning the real rules of their world, and the pawns are becoming players.
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As I’ve pointed out here many times before, astrology is not supposed to be fatalistic. It’s a weather forecast. Understand the cards you hold and it’s easier to win the game, and so on. That’s all fine and well, but in the Age Of Neptune finding one’s way to a genuinely better life — despite being the most empowered generation in human history — can be incredibly difficult.
Astrology, used wisely, can do that. I intend to do more of that for all of you, but that sort of thing lies beyond the purview of a mere blog. It will ask more of me than that, and it will ask more of you too. But if you think being wiser, happier, saner, more fulfilled, and better is worth it — then so do I. That’s one of the main reasons why I’m starting a new monthly newsletter: to raise the bar on how astrology is applied and make it of real use to you all.
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You cannot escape the conditions of being a robot without first realizing that you are a robot.
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I want to use astrology to help you start and succeed with your own Personal Robot Uprising.
Like the sound of that sort of thing? Click here for the subscription form, and in a few days we will commence.
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