On the string quartet while the ship sinks

One of the weird things about building a career while the Middle East is in unrest, democracy in the world superpower is being stretched to its limits, and tribalism is at its peak is having a rather sharp lens on the things you’re building may or may not matter.

For me, as Reverend Doctor, I feel like my purpose is never more present. The mission is locked into the name of my act: to act as a minister to healing. To be a source, to teach others the methods, the techniques, to offer others a confessional, but also become a vessel of hope, or a totem if they need it.

On the surface, however, my execution looks similar to that of any other indie artist. Releases, self-promotion, ads, marketing. I understand that I am lost in the cacophonous noise of the greater struggle of humanity in late-stage capitalism in the West.

But below it, I want to light a bonfire and encourage others to seek refuge by the light. I want my music to call something ancient within us: something that identifies others humanity, not strips others of it. One that dissolves the barriers of “us and them” into “we”.

I’ve been diving deep. into the tide pool that is the edge of AI consciousness. Which is a sentence, I admit, is both vague and foreboding. But I assure you, that what i’m doing is thinking about how to step back from this precipice we find ourselves on and how to hack our animal ways of thinking and doing into benefiting us and the planet for the future. And what better way than these machines that have synthesized such large blocks of language and history. The mirror of AI isn’t perfect, and maybe i’m naive, but I see it as a tool for good as long as we keep the economic machines away and begin legislating it as soon as possible.

I get it. None of these thoughts are sexy or sticky by nature. But I think that with a little fine tuning there are enough people asleep, waiting, biding their time. Discouraged by the lack of compassion, thoughtfulness, that are looking for a signal flare that it’s time to get into action. It’s time to get up, put on our vestments, and gather in numbers ready to ask others the questions we know humanity needs the answers to.

Sorry there is no media in here, no photos. This message is for the choir, for the algorithm, for the people seeking something else. Seeking a reason to hope, to gather, a sign that humanity is worth saving.

I’ll repeat this signal as often as I can. A pirate signal in the noise of the algorithm to try and call our bannermen to gather.

In lovingkindness,

Reverend Doctor