The Tesseract, Part I

An exploration of a persistent vision of future humans

Just as many people have reoccurring dreams, I have reoccurring visions of the future, oft enabled by the sublimely gorgeous environments of self-exploration that my brilliant artist friends regularly facilitate.  

Being a ‘visionary’ doesn’t mean you’re special, per se. 

It doesn’t mean you’re a genius, but it tends to carry that connotation, and thus it’s traditionally not a label that you self-apply for fear of being called an egomaniac or a narcissist.  

But I am a visionary by the most grounded, neutral definition of the word (and so are you, undoubtedly):

By this definition, a “visionary” is just a person who regularly envisions the future and feels a deep need to design it with care, at times with such compulsive passion that it risks defining one on a core level and consuming one with endless details of a reality which has yet to formally occur.

In my inner midnight rambles, when this archetype is in full moonlit bloom, I envision our little enclave of ultra-talented, idiosyncratic, fun-loving Austin artist family winding up in some kind of post-apocalyptic village together, almost as if we’ve been training our entire lives for this…

It feels as if this ‘apocalypse’ were such a powerful future event that it’s been gravitationally pulling us toward it for decades, and that the closer we get to it, the more we feel the unmistakable velvet touch of the ultraviolet retrocausal torsion wave cast back into the past we call ‘now’—through the Tesseract, that divine instrument of nonlinear timeline coherence and coincidence control—from this inevitable future singularity, allowing it to spark in all our nuclei an unmistakeable sense of purpose-driven directionality and community.

THE VISION:

I see us all teaching the kids all the things, using our diverse array of skills to help them become the next generation of humans that will create the new earth…  

I see the painters, projectionists, and other light wizards showing the little ones how to express themselves visually, so that they may transmute the full range of their emotions into immaculate displays of geometry and color for the entire village to imbibe and heal and play with…

I see the dancers, fire spinners, Yogis, and QiGong practitioners teaching P.E. and movement therapy, keeping everyone fit and flexible, both physically and mentally…

I see the philosophers, psychologists, and sages among us dispensing impromptu peripatetic wisdom transmissions on demand and encouraging the youngsters to think critically, to generate their own unique models of the mind and the multiverse, and to debate ethical dilemmas that have no easy answers in order to maximize the synergy of compassion and logic…

I see the engineers in all their flavors: the gear heads, the coders, the architects, the planners, and the farmers, laboring tirelessly to create the infrastructure that enables such a community to thrive in conditions of nutritional surplus, communication, education, power, transportation, fairness, and sanitation…

I see the musicians channeling everything from the most sanctified to the most animalistically libidinous vibrations into perfectly articulated, fully amplified form—at just the right time to suit the village’s changing modes and seasons—in order to serve all its sonic ceremonial requirements, from celebrations of birth, to parties, to marriages, to shamanic journeys and sound baths of sacred bass, to the occasionally necessary group mourning ritual…

I see the poets dazzling the children and each other with never-before-conceived beatifically intricate concatenations of linguistic magic such that they may better transduce the inscrutable Ursprach of their souls and provide an appropriate wave-guide for their underlying telepathic functionality…

I see the doctors and pharmacologists working in tandem with the chefs, the farmers, and the engineers to ensure that all forms of medicine are accessible and in abundance, distributed responsibly and with the greatest of precision…

I see the healers in all their forms—the bodyworkers, the shamans, the psychotherapists, the herbalists and nutritionists—being delivered warm meals by their loved ones when they have to work overtime in order to address the needs of the people during times of accelerated stress and shadow work, doing their best to make sure our myriad addictions don’t get the best of us, be them to substances, behaviors, or older versions of ourselves no longer compatible with our approaching personal apotheoses…

And, finally, I see the elders.

Their eyes—metaphysical cataracts sufficiently eroded by the millions of tears born of the willingness throughout their lives to die over and over as they fearlessly drunk in the laughter and sorrow of the world with their hearts—are their only badges of authority.

The village’s respect for them stems from their dedication to serving the group to the best of their ability with one foot in the eternal, and another planted squarely on Terra Firma: no easy task.

BUT WHAT’S THIS VISION ALL ABOUT?

Is there a less literal, more functional translation?

Could it be that this vision is less specific to my amazingly talented group of friends here in Austin, and more of a micro-depiction of an inevitable future global macrocosm growing less surreptitious by the day as we casually approach our destinies together, as the Tesseract sees fit?  

Could it be that the ‘apocalypse’ in my vision is just a metaphor for the death of the old world and all its traumas and travesties?

Could it be that the ‘village’ in my vision is in fact a representation of that segment of the global population who will have the privilege of sufficiently casting aside their inherited maladaptations in order to enable them to create the next major epoch of human evolution together?

Yeah, that seems like it’s probably legit. 

Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride, and I sure am glad to be on it with such an amazing group of insanely beautiful, creative, and open-hearted people like the ones I’m sharing this article with.

This goes for those of you who I know already, and those of you with whom I’ve yet to be acquainted.

You are all visionaries, explorers, and creators of the highest order. Thanks for serving with me, you elite cadre of spiritual Navy Seals, you emissaries of light, you badass motherfuckers.

Now that we’ve officially said howdy to the Tesseract, it’ll be interesting as hell to see what else makes its way through in the coming months.

Stay tuned, friends.