Lore

The human being is mutating.  We are being changed and evolving into a new creature, not human at all.  The Odor called it the SAPH — the Super Agrarian Post Human.  See, you think you're going along living your life, rooting for your football team, following your favorite pop star, but inside you, and all around you, something is happening.  The fertility rate is plummeting, micro plastics are absolutely everywhere, inside us, the permafrost is melting and revealing things you can't imagine. Epidemics. Religion is failing, nobody believes that absurdity. No, the idea of Gods is passé, but this—this is reasonable. It's wild, but it makes sense.  We're going to more and more give birth to weird babies that seem severely disabled, because they're different from us. But really, they're new hive mind babies. They're full-blown SAPH babies.  This is what 2027 is all about. This is when it starts to become apparent, that there's no going back. 

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These SAPH children, they seem broken, but when they form a Rotation—that's what the Odor called it, a SAPH Rotation— then hoo boy, watch out.  Then they move as one being, communicating in ways we can't understand, with motives and ways of groupthink we can't understand. It's like the Neanderthals, man.  They just thought differently than Homo sapiens.  They couldn't understand each other, even when they mated. It was unbelievable. 

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So there they'll be, so soon, right here with us, these SAPH beings. Post-human.  What does it mean for us?  We get to be the instrument of of their arrival. What a time to be alive.  We're old news now.  What can you do?  Hold on, it's gonna be a ride. 

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But what you can do— all anybody can do—is know who you are.  If you're a Farmer, you can Farm properly, you can guide those Tractors and do what you're born to do.  What else is there? And you gotta know how to follow your own farming instincts.  You can't listen anybody else (except me, of course—because the Odor said it was true, and while you may not believe in God anymore, you better believe in The Odor!) So yeah, you gotta listen to your own instincts, follow your own say-so. Nobody else.  In fact, it's ok to be an asshole. For some people—like Masticators, for example—it's important to be an asshole. Really important.  As long as you moo when you have a moo inside you, it doesn't matter how it lands. Your job is to moo.  Nobody else matters. Only you.  Thinking about other people is the old way.  

 

In fact, don't think at all.  That's what we're doing, here. We're getting out of our minds, as long as you stay in your mind long enough to understand and believe what I'm telling you— and then after that, don't think at all. Just don't think.  Just be an animal, a body, responding to what it tells you. Eat, fuck, plow a furrow. But not because anybody told you to. (Well, except me, because anybody I ever worked with will tell you they felt like I knew them better than they knew themselves.) No. It all comes from inside now. Won't it be amazing when we're all free, free from tribal ways of thinking, free from social obligations.  When I walked away from my family, I was just listening to my body. It was done there. No obligations.  Free to be an asshole, all day long. Amazing. It's a mystical process. You can't wrap your brain around it. you just can't. 

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There's a lot to the mechanics. The configuration of the irrigation ditches we carry inside us are changing.  The emotional water of our lives is being diverted. You ever see rivers change their shape? What a thing.  Whole civilizations rose and fell around the shape and changing shape of rivers.  Tigris, Euphrates, Nile, Mississippi, Yangtze, Ganges‚— it's all there.  The rivers inside of us are changing shape.  How do you cultivate around these tidal floods, these 400-year floods?  We'll get into it.  More to come.