Para-Prophetic Memes and Hyper-Normal Apocalypse Paradox

What is Prophecy? Simply, prophecy is the product of a prophet. Prophecy is the (secret) message that emerges from the prophet’s contact with the divine. Para-Prophetic Memes are rapidly reproducing messages that contain para-prophetic information: information from a source that is not divine. Indeed, the memes themselves are both connection and message, so whoever becomes infected with this sort of mind virus can be considered a paraprophet, and should monitored accordingly.

A Para-Prophetic Meme is not an Egregore, though they may connect the infected to an Egregore. More often, however, any meme (X) may become attached to a non-divine source (Y) entirely “coincidentally” and as the meme spreads, so does the strength of its non-divine attachment*. It should therefore be evident that memes of the para-prophetic type may have unforeseen consequences, while at the same time proving to be self-fulfilling at the least.

(So, for example, the meme that rock music was of the devil may have been prophetic in the way it inspired the rise of shock rock. However, certain songs may become Para-Prophetic Memes by linking the overall memeplex to actual entities.)

This brings us to the Hyper-Normal. Hyper-Normal can best be explained as normalcy folded in on itself until it forms an origami that’s even more normal. Hyper-Normal can be contrasted with Paranormal, as they are in some ways extreme opposites (if the Hyper-Normal could be extreme, which it cannot; it’s simply too normal.)

We also would be mistaken to confuse the Hyper-Normal with Hyperreality. Hyper-Reality, remember, is the Simulation that’s indistinguishable from Reality. As such it contains all the weird absurdity one expects to find given the complexity and randomness endemic to (post)modern life. It’s an impossible exchange between Hyper-Normal and Hyper-Real. Hyper-Normalcy feels Unreal because it is so very normal, weird because there’s absolutely nothing weird about it. It stands out by not standing out, and can actually be fatal in the way it is so predictably safe.

We arrive at the predictive element of this non-para-prophetic post.

If there is to be a zombie apocalypse, this is the way the world whimpers to its end. A “PreCartesian Explosion” of new, wild and deviant memes infest the collective psyche. Extremities of viewpoint run rampant across the screens of farcical faux-factual infotainment news stations. With Memetic warheads incoming from every interested angle… What is a NORMAL person to do?

Retreat to the Hyper-Normal

The madness of the last decade, perhaps culminating in this past year, has undergone alchemical transmutation. All of the destabilization and chaos memes share an occulted link to the Hyper-Normal (demi-plane of Stagnation and death.) Eventually more and more will retreat there, as there is no where else “safe” to go. And in the reflexive reciprocation that ensues between toxic mind parasites and the viral desperation to normalize, the first zombies will emerge.

Twitter Writes

From Cosmic Liminality: @CosmicHorror77

1. Forbidden Lore

Playing foolish games with forbidden lore may catapult you into #liminal space. You must have resilience to survive, for the veil hits like a brick wall and the indignant void-dogs have a cobra’s bite.

Art: prinnyking3, Wonder2

2. Take Care When You Are Between…

“Take care when you are Between – boundaries, are arbitrary.
Wandering borderlands, third spaces or crossroads – hold your convictions.
Strange lines, like between flora and fauna (or where sentience begins), can collapse when you are alone.”

3. NanoCloud™ Beginnings

Time Travel Prompt: #vssTimeTravel

The internal clock issue became the last hindrance to human #timetravel. AI could make the jump, but our brain/body matrix couldn’t cope with the temporal reset.
Engineers had a twofold solution – a NanoCloud™ inside a 4D-phase suit.
Art: Andres Rios

4. The Doppelganger

You may “encounter” a doppelganger. You’ll never see it, just become aware that it is approaching through others’ memories.

“Remember last week when…?” you weren’t even in town.

Sightings get closer in time

Yesterday when ___

An hour ago ___

Wait. Who wrote this?

5. Building the Egregore

The slow accumulation of seemingly random ideas, facts and images – the data flow – left deposits of something in my mind. It grew in my head the way minerals in a cave build a stalagmite. But it was just the remnant of the alien stalactite (thought-form), descending from above.

It’s my fault. I found it. I found the pattern. Piecing together the scattered and disparate clues, I brought it forth from the grave where others had so carefully hidden it.

So now it’s in my head – The AWFUL IDEA – and I have to share it.

I am so Sorry

@horrorprompt 456

#SciFanSat #Satsplat

If you can get people to concentrate on your “Awful Idea,” you can essentially bring it to life. I mean, it’s always been “alive,” just isolated. Once enough people start thinking about it, though, it’s loose. Then the Watchers just track it and learn.

* Emergence

The emergent malevolent non-corporeal life form is already here. Your gaze is its gaze. Direct it with intention.

https://t.co/XoSgJfvICi

BIOLOGY of the EGREGORE

We humans are the nerve tissue of extra-dimensional emergent abominations. They will devour everything, including one another. We hope to mollify them with the pet names of Nations, Languages, Cultures. Forget that. We must expect that they will eat.

#CosmicHorror #AMWriting

6. Dada Nihilist Frogs

If you think about Extra-dimensional Nihilist Frogs trying to enter our Reality, you have given the Nihilist Frogs a foothold in our Reality.

So do not think about Extra-dimensional Nihilist Frogs.

Frogs of Oblivion?

#BadWordSat – “Original Deaths’ #WeirdFiction
When the otherworldly creatures of oblivion began to seep into our world, they came psychically through a flood of absurd memes. They ate hearts and minds one mad laugh at a time.
#SciFiSat #SatSplat #FlexVSS #vssHorror

7. Time Warps

#WritingCommunity

The timewarp became a broken reflection. Years unfurl behind as you hurdle with urgent apprehension to that point where you finally examine all you seek: the heart of the forbidden mythos.

#vss365 #whistpr #PainfulPrompts #vssDreams #2WordPrompt #StarWrites

A Lovecraftian Dimension

Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?

Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.

Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.

Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.”

All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.

The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.

Source: https://astercrash.tumblr.com