The Host

Save the Cows. Save the Cows.
Those who have experienced the mind-altering effects of Salvia Divinorum sometimes report the sensation of being devoured by an unseen force. This parries very well with Phillip K Dick’s description of what the Plasmate is doing to this Universe. The plasmate is “a highly evolved ultra-terrestrial lifeform, a UTI, or an extra-terrestrial lifeform (an ETI) which had come here at some time in the past.” The plasmate has an innate symbiotic relationship with humans, "it travels up the optic nerve to the human pineal body. It uses the human brain as a female host.”

Horselover Fat, the main character in PKD’s Valis, percieved, just as Plato did, a ‘streak of irrationality in the world soul.’ The plasmate, is God, an ultra-rational being sent here to liberate humanity from the grip of Samsara (the Black Iron Prison).

On page 126 of Valis, PKD says of the plasmate;

Fat came to the conclusion that it had invaded our universe; and a year later he realized that it was consuming – that is devouring – our universe.

So you see there, the similarities between the Salvia plant and the plasmate. But what form does this devouring take?

In a startling response to the crisis, the true God mimics the universe, the very region he has invaded: he takes on the likeness of sticks and trees and beer cans in gutters – he presumes to being trash discarded debris no longer noticed.

He goes onto say;

Lurking the true God literally ambushes reality and us as well. God, in very truth, literally attacks and ambushes us in his role as antidote. As Fat can testify to, it is a scary experience to be bushwhacked by the Living God.

Being ‘bushwhacked’ by a Salvia trip in the form of the Creator is terrifying, as well!

Normally it remained camouflaged. Normally when it appeared no one could distinguish it from ground – set to ground, as Fat correctly expressed it.

He had a name for it. Zebra. Because it blended. The name for this is mimesis. Another name is mimicry. Certain insects do this; they mimic other things: sometimes other insects – poisonous ones – or twigs and the like. Certain biologists and naturalists have speculated that higher forms of mimicry might exist, since lower forms – which is to say, forms which fool those intended to be fooled but not us – have been found all over the world.
A zebra is a member of the horse family and, as such, is loved by Horselover Fat. However, its black and white hide associates it with another animal; that of the Fresian Cow. Just like the plasmate, a cow takes a number of days to digest its food. This is because it must pass its food through a number of different stomaches. In terms of the plasmate, each of these stomaches is a different state of perception that, in turn, reveal different worlds. These are the worlds of the Tibetan Bardos, which placed in order are; the realm of the Gods, the monsters, humans, animals, hungry ghosts and Hell.

The world (read universe) is in the process of becoming an organism not unlike a giant cow; Vishnu. The knowledge that the universe is in some way bovine, is encoded in the name for our Galaxy the Milky Way, which in India was referred to as the “Ocean of Milk”. The word ‘galactic’ itself comes from the Greek ‘lacto’ meaning of milk.

Throughout the ages, humans always considered themselves to be top of the foodchain. But this claim was based on the incomplete data of scientists and natural philosophers, who – throughout the ages – have failed to recognise the plasmate, as it was ‘set to ground’ i.e. camouflaged.

If you have ever seen something flickering out of the corner of your eye, that invariably stops moving when you turn to look at it, then you too have encountered the plasmate. In fact, as PKD says, coke cans, dead leaves, and pretty much anything else you are likely to see whilst walking around, is credibly the plasmate in disguise.

In its natural state, the plasmate is white in colour and looks, and moves just like a bird. It has an arrow shaped-head, not unlike that of a frog, although it has no distinguishable eyes or mouth. The plasmate has a small round torso, not much bigger than its head, out of which unfold four limps that are made of a thin, convex, flexible material, that tapers sharply to a point; sort of like a banana peel. It can contort these in the manner of its choosing to produce the desired camouflage effect. These curved appendages are undoubtedly what gives the creature the likeness of a bird; and in particular that of a white dove. PKD calls the plasmate the Holy Spirit, and this is why the Holy Spirit is described as being a white dove in Christian belief. In fact, if you recall, many of the early, naive representations of the Holy Ghost are not of a dove at all, but are conform more accurately to what I have just described.

When the plasmate is shapeshifting, it will fold its papery arms gracefully, and quickly solidify into its chosen form. Be aware that you are actually watching this process in reverse, as time for the plasmate runs in the opposite direction; although its thinking is along the same lines as ours. This is how it always remains, "one step ahead."

The plasmate has the habit of moving things to get our attention; this is sometimes known as becoming ‘quick’ or the quickening. Never forget that whatever it moves, it is also the thing moving, while being under the presumed force of gravity. The plasmate is also capable of making noises, which are typically alien sounding, and not unlike the fast-paced sonar clicks of a dolphin.

Although this description of the plasmate will suffice, it should be remembered that it can take any form, and be of any colour – so it may not be that useful after all.
Sen is assailed by shikigami in the form of paper birds
(the plasmate) in Hayao Miyazaki's 2001; Spirited Away.

After the plasmate has crossbonded with a human, the human being is well on the road to becoming enlightened. One can read enlightened texts and truly understand what is written there, because the veil of ignorance that is Samsara, has been lifted. In this way, the experience of becoming a Homoplasmate is not unlike that of receiving a pair of those sunglasses in that John Carpenter’s movie, called They Live.

In the movie, a tyrannous race of decrepit aliens have secretly invaded earth. Electro-magnetic mind control signals, broadcasted through TV transmitters, conceal their unsightly appearance from the human population. Special eye-glasses developed by the human resistance reveal the alien interlopers true visage, as well as an array of subliminal messages hidden in advertisements and magazines, whose soul purpose is to keep the population in a sleep-like state.

The plasmate grafts itself onto the human pineal gland; the third eye, or anja, and allows us to see things as they really are. This is why I used the ‘metaphor’ of the Perspective eyeglasses in the last post. On page 81 of Valis PKD writes;

Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other. But God – the true God – has penetrated both, penetrated man and penetrated the world, and sobers the landscape. But that God, the God from outside, encounters fierce opposition. Frauds – the deceptions of madness – abound and mask themselves as their mirror opposite: and pose as sanity. The masks, however, were thin and the madness reveals itself. It is an ugly thing.

Just as the rational perception of the Plasmate gives us knowledge of the enlightened truths to be found in the Sacred Texts, it also gives us knowledge of the foul poison being pumped daily through the world’s media system. This excerpt from the Aisling Art Copy No. 11, deals with the Perspective eye wear detailed in the last post;

Special eye-wear with lenses comprised of nano-particles of a clear steel compound were developed to train the mind to see using both eyes at the same time. This allows people to see in 4D, an extention of our 3.5 D reality. An awareness of 4D reality allows us to see and hear what is normally invisible to us.

Not only can we see what is really going on, but we can also hear it. This creates a certain amount of discomfort for the fledgling Homoplasmate, who is bombarded by not only the visual, but also the audio, excrement of society that, in PKD’s words, is truly ‘an ugly thing.’ It is for these reasons that I place the world of celebrity, and media personalities, firmly in the bardo of the Monsters (also known as demi-Gods).
Scene from They Live.
The subject of media is too massive to be broached successfully here. But I will say, that the purpose of Media is to foster a distracted, psychotic, and uncaring society. A healthy society is more difficult to control than a sick society, and the method of control is that of ‘fear’ and ‘hope’. Fear – whether of financial collapse, prison, sex offenders etc. – makes people want to conform, and their reward for good behaviour is the hope of attaining the lifestyle of pre-packaged consumerism. An inferior trade off.

But before you go and despair remember; They are only monsters, and as humans we are in a far better position to fend off these attacks than you might think.

In Carlos Castenaeda’s The Art of Dreaming, Don Juan says that the reason people die is to escape capture from an entity who is infinitely more long-lived than themselves. The implication here being, that if people lived any longer, this entity might take direct notice of them; and capture, devour or enslave them.

Jesus forsaw not only his own death but that of all Homoplasmates.

Because the plasmate had once belonged to Christ, and because the Holy Grail, which contained the blood of Christ, was said to bestow the gift of eternal life, the plasmate and the Holy Grail must be considered as one and the same thing. The Hermetic Orders of the Middle Ages were intimately involved in discovering the secrets of the Holy Grail. In their efforts, the alchemists sought the council of extra-terrestrial beings from the Sirius Binary Star System. PKD says that they were unable to contact these beings, but that the formula was rediscovered with the recovery of the plasmate in dormant seed form at the cave of Nag Hammadi.

The plasmate might, therefore, be a bio-engineered creature from the Sirius Star System, or it might be an indigenous creature to that region; held in as much high esteem there, as it later would be here. If the Alchemists were looking for eternal life from the Plasmate however, they would have to think again…

From PKD’s tractate;

#12. The Immortal One was known to the Greeks as Dionysos; to the Jews as Elijah; to the Christians as Jesus. He moves on as each human host dies, and thus is never killed or caught. Hence Jesus on the cross said, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani,’ to which some of those present correctly said, ‘The man is calling on Elijah.’ Elijah had left him and he died alone.

Eli, lama sabachthani,’ can be more correctly translated as ‘My God, why have you foresaken me?’ So anyone hoping to be saved by this means, needs to seriously reappraise their thinking.
Handbanana, (plasmate archetype).
While a benign invasion by a rational entity into our Universe might sound good on paper, the reality is anything of the sort. If the plasmate crossbonds with your brain, it has access to all of your thoughts, memories, aspirations and desires. If it is capable of replicating any object it chooses, then it is also capable of replicating your entire reality; and this includes your own body.

While this partnership may provide the up-shot of being able to parse previously veiled Sacred Texts, it also raises a number of philosophical dilemmas, such as; Is the world I see, the same one that you see? And, more importantly, how do I know that the world is not an illusion, generated by the plasmate, and that I am not utterly alone?

As I writer, I feel it is my duty to investigate the world and report back the information to whomever cares to listen. Now that I finally have something worthwhile to say, there is no guarantee that those of you stuck in the Black Iron Prison of Samsara will parse the information correctly, or that any of you even exist to read it at all! The plasmate might just as easily intercept my outward going signals and feed me whatever information, comments, insults, it wants back in my direction, to keep me under the illusion that reality outside still exists; if, indeed, it ever did.

But since I have nothing better to do with my time, I will continue to write in the hopes that another Homoplasmate, or compassionate soul, will pick up on it and deliver me the answer.

Christianity refers to Jesus Christ as the Host, and this is the name of the bread, which in the Catholic Religion, serves as his body. In an earlier post I related how, Christ’s body might have been host to an alien creature, whose aim was to sublimate the population of Earth into a hive mind; thereby bringing about world peace. There are few things more disagreeable, to an individual’s world view, than the prospect of living in a world where there exists but one overriding consciousness, and one where this consciousness insists on everything being rosy and agreeable. If you can’t quite picture what I am talking about, think of the scene in Being John Malkovich where John Malkovich climbs into his own head, and you won’t be too far off the reality. Intriguingly, this movie also dealt with the idea of cheating death by occupying another person’s body. For most of my life, I opposed the mayor in Ghostbusters 2, when he said, ‘Being pissed off and miserable is every New Yorkers God given right.’ Now, I am beginning to think he had a point.

It is better to reign freely in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.

Having said this; I think it is important to remember the things Jesus (and the other Homoplasmates) said, because they said some very fine things.
Stories of shapeshifting creatures from other worlds abound in human folklore. In every culture, across the globe, there are stories of the little people, who cast spells, make mischief, and change their shape at will. In Ireland and Britain, these creatures are known as the Faerie. Bands of Faerie are known collectively as the Host. To come into contact with this enchanted world can be a great boon, but it can just as easily be a curse. That is why it is important to be aware of the old Traditions and Customs, and not to let them die. For instance, be careful what kind of flora you touch and especially what kind you bring into the home, as these can be laden with faerie magic. Iron is useful to ward off faeries of all kinds, so carry a nail in your pocket, or keep a horse-shoe above your door. Red string wrapped around a Rowan twig is said to be particularly effective, as well.

Although you may have noticed that I am comparing the Holy Ghost to the Host of Faerie, for some reason it is said that the Bible and a crucifix are also powerful deterants where faeries are concerned. This may very well be to do with the complex and contradictory nature of the Faerie, as well as that of Mankind and his Religions.

Stories to do with changelings and people being stolen away to faerie realms are, likewise, related to the case of the plasmate, which appears to substitute itself for your total reality.

The plasmate is known variously, as Valis, Zebra and the Logos; meaning the Word. Since the plasmate is of extra-terrestrial origin, might not William Burroughs have been referring to it when he said, ‘Language is a virus from Outer Space.’ As with PKD, contraction of the plasmate causes severe mental illness, from the point of view of Samsara society. Outwardly, the patient becomes withdrawn, typically locking themselves in their rooms, where they spend hours if not days, reciting prays and writing volumes upon volumes of source material. This source material has been transmitted to them by the plasmate. PKD compiled his Tractate in this manner, and possibly a great many other scriptural works were compiled in this manner, also.

If language is a virus; and the plasmate is language, then, isn’t it possible that just by reading PKD’s Valis you might already be on your way to contracting the disease? If so, someone should put a health warning on that book. Oh wait, they did! in the form of a review from the Washington Post;

“It is about madness,
 pain, deception, death,
 obsessive delusory
 states of mind, cruelty,
 solitude, imprisonment,
 and it is a joy to read.”   (On Second thoughts, perhaps not.)

But to be fair to this situation, the Holy Spirit is you, your consciousness, and the world of which you are conscious. It could no more invade your consciousness than a yolk could invade an egg, or a snail could invade its own shell. The only difference is; it is you without apology, and you without regret. We have been brought up to believe, through our Church and representatives, that God is some straitlaced, stale biscuit-eating madman, who only wants to put a halt to things. But its not that. God is you, you without the bullshit. He is a cool motherfucker that wants exactly what you want. So look him up, sometime. Peace.
P.S. Sri Chinmoy, a great Indian mystic, took to making drawings of the human spirit, many years before his death in 2007. Each one of these birds is said to represent a different part of the human soul. Before his death he had drawn close to 58,000 of them. Each one is a different aspect of the Holy Spirit.