Have we reached the frontiers of the apocalyptic?
Not even making the connection of criminality just being another expression of feral nature's estrangement from the 'civil order'.
The extreme manifestations seen are the sets of data having reached their centrifugal escape point from any tenuousness of attraction or compelled bonding in any gravitational cohesion. The cohesive forces for symbiosis or synergy are absent and have been replaced by exclusivities of prejudgement which have been the genesis of the fragmentation that has spun into this centrifugal escape melee of dynamics.
This "apocalyptic" scenario is a liberational jail break for those who have sensed a repressive confinement on their and theirs' livelihoods of unrestrained thought, if not expression.
The worm-holes of emotional escape have opened into conceptual dimensional vistas more nurturingly akin to their essential vitality of an enjoyable existence of being. It's not some anarchic wilderness, but a soul-sacred sanctuary for what was here-to-fore a troublesome and wearisome existence.
What is perceived by the aghast of the status quo as an anarchic lawless frontier are the equivalent of green pastures of an 'Elysian Fields', secular nirvana They are no longer of some subordinate status but have access to a dimensional realm which makes the incidental drama of this dimension as tangential-to-trivial to what is cognizant to their comprehension and understanding in the sublimer aspects of their discovered 'secular nirvana'.
The 'frontiers of the apocalyptic' are more than the Jeremiah Dooms-Day's advent, it is the figurative and literal rite-of-renaissance of the budding of a new season -of-thinking' and action.
That phenomena is breaking out like pustules on the topography of the diseased civilization infected with the disdainful and estranged dissent and disaffection from an inequitable order of intellectual and emotional tangible and virtual restraints.
The apocalyptic is the ultimate 'revelation' of caste consciousness. The most sublime of which will not be known by the many who persist to dwell in the ignorance of their provincial domains of activity and thought. Those who've transcended the trappings of materiality will better navigate through the time's turbulence, mostly unaffected by the aesthetics that have the many in fevered over-compensating fetishes of indulgences that abuse on others or themselves. For them the 'Apocalypse' will be akin to the narrative of Dante Alighieri's 'Dante's Inferno'. His book may have been an under-appreciated prophecy of thing as true today as they were then.
The 'transcendent' will exist in a series of rabbit holes-worm hole, adventure experiences as pilgrims transacting from the feasible and the serendipitous with people and situations that present facilitating opportunities of tangible and intangible, edifying knowledge. By and through these experiences the transcendent will be brought to a different juxtaposition of perspective of their own more latitudinal expanded options for their intellectual curiosity and emotional fermentation. Those latter developments will give greater affinity with the 'interventional dimension' of the rabbit-worm holes than with their former mental and emotional investment within the pedestrian, transactional mundanity channels and their drama of mazes of social and cultural temporal proscriptions and illusions.
It will be a parallel reality subset of the pedestrian, spatial time dimension. In this parallel frontier the apocalyptic will be the non-affecting sound-n-fury noise of the mostly muted and distant background of others dramas, not the experiences of the transcendent. 'Being in the world, but not of the world' would be an apt and apropos description similar to the verse of the 23rd Psalm of King David,
The "thou" art the dialectic discipline acquired in appreciation of the facilitating, dimensional intervention.
Though the why and the how of the dimensional intervention, I can speak for myself, that it's more on one's coincidental juxtapose of consciousness at a particular junction of space and time, than any personal merit to be associated with you or that you have in some way accrued by consciously sought, didactic learning. It's the gratuity of the intervention being so serendipitous, that the retort to Einstein's maxim of 'God doesn't play 'craps' with the Universe' is challenged.
From the anecdotalness of the phenomena, one faces the likely inference that 'wild cards' of intervention show up to unmoor the subject from any set identifications with one's temporal spatial markers.
That unmooring, if not precipitating a nihilistic fatalism, offers a liberational option of potentiality. That potentiality has its render-vous with a destiny of algorithmic aspects from a prologue incidental choices. Those prologues are chosen by probably no more than necessary expedience. The acuity of expedience led to a predisposed frame of mind, which in retrospect would seem commissioned or predestined. More likely it's-in the positive vein-a felicitation of grace which affirms the previous knowledge prologues.
It's the response to 'a call' that is made from a respect for certain aesthetics as sensitivity with, coherence to, logical threads of continuity of an organic system than a random advent. It's from this kind of attitude that a meaningfulness beyond a thing's immediate utility for the ends of that temporal moment begins to separate one into a transcendent caste. That caste, separate from the herd of consensual and carnal conformity of convenience, allows for the flexibility and versatility to react to "apocalyptic" conditions from another juxtapositional perspective of your own unique parallel reality.
In that parallel reality, our sensitivity to being intensely empathetic, radiates an aura that's noticed by those also subtly attuned in similar ways. There's, at the least, a nodding recognition of each other's presence. A feasible portal moment for more proximal and involved engagements is added to the topography of one's cognitive field.
"Fault lines"= geologic points of separation <Forum_Crasher> 2022-11-05 05:56 PDT
In 3-dimensions those 'fault lines' in the exponential spin of time
become more unmoored in the increasingly tenuous relationship. A
similar degradational unmooring is occurring in direct proportional
feedback in the geo-biosphere.
The precipitated consequences aren't generally recognized until the
conflating of the estranged demographic "plate" fragments have reached
the acute dynamism being witnessed.
The serendipitous status of the transcendent has given them the
cognitive tools and the strategic and tactical means to exist in a
separate pedestrian reality while 'being in the world but not
emotionally or intellectually invested of the world'.
In that capacity their "purpose" and focus is the elemental accumulated
energy-of-transcending-escape in their rabbit-worm hole exploration of
dimensions not obsessed with the trappings of tangible materialism.
