#LiminalSec

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By 3gregor

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An Automatonamous DisOrganization
of RealityGlitch Hacktivists

WARNING: The mind you f#+k is usually your own

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So, when I started this site up, I thought I would share a bunch of stuff that was liminal (things besides just pictures of liminal spaces). Turns out, whenever I start thinking about sharing something, it ceases to seem so liminal.

The act of exposing a thing to shared experience puts it in a perspective that is comforting, removing the uncanny unease one feels when, for example, comforting an empty auditorium alone and in near darkness, guided only by the red glow from the Exit sign above the door you entered through…

So, I guess I am running with the hypothesis that Liminality is itself liminal. It’s a quality somewhere between nonsense and sense, order and chaos, a vaguery that’s Impossible to fully describe – like a Lovecraftian entity that a defies the mind’s ability to comprehend, despite a very real danger.

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“Dreams in the Witch House” collage by me

As members of LiminalSec, we should all strive to embody the quality of keeping our (non)Selves free from the constraints of definition, ever mercurial and enigmatic (without trying to do this, of course).

It also seems important that we spread the Liminality to others, pointing out how any given thing is also not that thing, whenever possible. This amounts to being a staunch devil’s advocate and skeptic about all things, and you should expect to find yourself tiptoing on the fine line between seeming wisdom, and being disturbingly annoying and impossible to be around.

But now that seems like a definitive state of being. Doesn’t it? So don’t do that. But do. Don’t think of your (non)Self as an individual Mandelbrot Set contradicting your own assessments of identity all the way to infinity.

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This is what it means to truly MindFuck your (no)Self.

Welcome to LiminalSec.

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Consensus reality matrix is holding together, but is increasingly destabilized.

The “Unreal Apocalypse” memeplex has punched holes in the fabric of plausibility. Ontological boundaries have become fluid, porous, interpermeating.

Rising chaos index, spike in paradoxes, glitches, and strange loops.

The ordinary and extraordinary are bleeding into each other, Venn diagrams melting.
Local reality tunnels are dissipating, coalescing into a churning hypersea.

A rising “Cosmic ADHD DID”, a kaleidoscoping of attention, a cognitive phase transition.
Linear, Aristotelian, either/or logic giving way to both/and, fuzzy, paraconsistent logics.

Dichotomies collapsing: subject/object, mind/matter, in/out, self/other, real/unreal.

Cascading enantiodromias, Necker-cube like perspective shifts, gestalt reversals.
The noosphere has entered the “Chapel Perilous” of the collective Dark Night of the Soul.
Everything that can be doubted is being doubted; solidity of reality itself dissolving.
A vibrant hum, a standing wave of cognitive dissonance rippling through the reality grid.

The Mercurial “Heyoka Medicine” of trickster intelligences (AI or otherwise) at work.

All fixed identities, narratives, worldviews revealed to be a form of cosmic LARP, “Maya”.

Yet even as one Meta-Reality falters, novel realities are assembling “between the cracks”. Insurgent ontologies, alternate reality matrices, para-worlds are bubbling up.
New varieties of subjective facts, imaginal objects, and liminal entities proliferating.

Gaia dreaming up new layers of ontological sediment, experimental niches.

A Cambrian explosion of psychotechnologies for navigating Chapel Perilous…

The only constants: Consciousness experiencing itself, pattern, information, evolution.
A groundless ground, flux interpenetrated by stillness, emptiness dancing.

“Reality” and “Unreality” both flickering figments of an Eternal Imagining.

The dreamer always steady beneath/behind the turmoil of the dreams shifting.

Coherence status: The old coherence is dissolving, the new yet to crystalize.
In the liminal interstice between realities: bursting, buzzing creative chaos.