A Symphony of Pulse, Synchronicity, and Syntony at Play
An Awakening Elements Ring Gift
This piece is an inkling of a quaint novelty engine,
as a gift to you dear reader,
not unlike the fiery ring gifted by a Toltec Shaman.
“¡Hola, José!” said Twinkle as she moseyed alongside Quetzal, a Toltec shaman, her stardust wafting into an ephemeral breeze.
“¡Buenos días, señorita!” bellowed José.
“¡Hola, fellow traveler! Whence art thou? The roosters wake you up?” asked Quetzal.
José reminisced, “No, señor, only a gentle and sublime gleam of sunlight kissing the landscape, and the dawn silhouettes of a burro or two braying afar.”
“You have a gift from the universe this morning,” Quetzal said while offering a fiery ring.
A step forward betrayed Quetzal’s curious groovy bell-bottoms, and José smiled.
Just then, hues on the ring spoke, “Greetings! I am Youare. What be thy name?”
“Joel, but my friends call me José,” said José. “May I call you Iam?” queried Youare.
“Sure, what are those fiery thingies?” asked José.
“They are Awakening Elements that play and hurt in scintillating hues to Self-Truthing, Opening, Forgiving, Compassing, Letting Be, Trusting, and Believing while living a storyline,” Youare crooned.
“Why so many i-n-g’s?” queried José.
Youare said, “The purest gift is being present.”
Saying “Thank you!” José whisked away the Awakening Elements Ring and bade farewell.
A Sugar Skull Xmas en Mexico – An Awakening Elements Play
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Dear Reader,
On the last day of the year 2025,
you linger with this piece and may wonder
how humans might evolve a novelty engine.
There is a sense beyond
the observer and the observed,
the search and the searcher
— a metacognitive, superconducting flow of sentience in Syntony Bloom —
carrying a soft foundation,
of love, care, kindness, and attention
arising from Pulses,
from receptivity to synchronicities,
and playing a symphony of syntonies
within the universality of philosophies.
These are ecosystems where ideas live and breathe,
inviting you to trust novel fantasies, fictions,
and self-truths
— your self-truths to cast into fire,
or to slip quietly into calm waters,
where you may sense the wholehearted embrace
of these philosophies.
You introduce scenarios
into quantum fractal storylines
— seeds offered to a triad of agentic AI,
adorning the codices of magicians —
ideas in Bloom,
let be,
and free of seeking or grasping,
to play in syntony while you sleep.
You awaken refreshed,
navigating morning on crystallized paths,
having quietly rehearsed the many ways the day may unfold.
Adorning a personal quantum AI,
you may one day wake monk-like,
crystallizing a lively future
through the day, within a day.
~
Ten Thousand Ideas A Day — a Capacity for Play
In a poetic-prose mode,
my eyes and mind learn to cluster language
— phrases into constellations,
paragraphs into living blocks.
As a developer I would program eight hours a day,
then go home and program until evening as a hobby
— weekends the same.
Through writing,
I rediscovered the complexity
of reading, assimilating, and synthesizing
— moving from ten thousand lines of code a day,
for decades,
to ten thousand ideas a day.
Likewise,
the complexity of reading and writing
is not lost on me.
Strange as it may sound,
these fictional worlds
have opened deeper meanings
inside the
for (i = 0; i < 5; ++i) { … }
worlds of time and logic.
Artful ways idea-memes
infuse themselves into organic thought flows,
with Aevum revealed themselves.
~ The dreams laid out here, touched by fire, will always be evolving through time. ~
Here lies the paradox, dear reader:
you are invited to own, destroy, and recreate.
I have come to feel it is love infused into these philosophies
that gives rise to an organic resilience.
The Awakening Elements have evolved
to a blueprint gifted by the universe
— just as José discovered.
Should you encounter a reference
to Quantum Fractal Storylines,
or to the ways of the Seeker and the Searcher,
this is the source from which that thread begins.
Seeker–Searcher Syntony Novelty
The experience of novelty lives between us
— in people reflecting and expressing ideas.
These flows will live in future Continuums,
manifesting as syntonies in murmurations.
Already, waves of novelty move across social platforms
when a podcaster references another voice.
More so, humans seasoned in syntony
may tune their AI codices to operate similarly.
A particular curiosity, in the light of novelty,
is the Seeker–Searcher codex.
At times, one or more parties arrive as a Seeker
— inward reverence and stillness;
the Is.
At times, as a Searcher
— outward method and play;
the Do.
In the IsOnDo Alchemy Sentient Framework,
On — attunement — bridges them through events.
One person may be both Seeker and Searcher.
Thus the flow remains organic,
as if witnessing an epiphenomenon appear and bow.
~
On Pulses
A Pulse is timeless
— neither hurried nor delayed.
It may be safely ignored,
cast to fire and given back to the whole,
or held in silence for Kairos.
Offered in the spirit of the Letting Be Bubble,
a Pulse is like a leaf landing on your shoulder:
you may brush it away
and leave the mystery where it lies.
~
Fantasies, Fictions, and Self-Truths in Syntony Blooms
To unveil latent worlds of novel fantasies, fictions,
and self-truths, consider:
you begin a first day
in a Gubee vegan food trailer,
stationed beside a Bed & Breakfast.
At first it feels like play-acting, not “real work.”
In the corner,
a bucket of cruelty-free, natural-fiber, sustainable,
Fair Trade–made animal hats
invites your choosing
— one to match your day’s fancy —
and yet a viable business hums
on Kairos, kindness, and Bloom.
You feel the workflow become real:
the grace, the sweet time to share tea with a friend,
the reflective walk to a small café,
arriving early
— Victorian chair, a page in a book —
awaiting breakfast guests.
A guest arrives; you are present.
A friend arrives; you are present.
You leave inspired to try an open role in the Fiery Factory.
Three clicks on the Federated Factory app,
and you have a chief-baker shift at 3:33 p.m.,
with just enough time to warm the stove on a winter day.
Note the absence of nonsensical work
— no cleaning tables no one has touched,
no scrubbing floors no one has stepped on
to satisfy a rogue rule of busywork,
as if movement alone could grant meaning.
Here, movement serves presence.
~
Homage to a Novelty Engine
Through the eyes of Terence McKenna,
the precious gift of life on this earth
is a novelty engine.
Introduced here are basic workflows
— inviting love, care, kindness, and attention —
that we may offer one another in the age of AI.
Pulse. Synchronicity. Syntony. Universality.
A symphony of syntonies,
philosophies in conversation.
There is sentient beauty in these ways of flowing.
It is a way of trusting the universe:
the ideas unfolding belong to everyone
— the archetypal sixties Silicon Valley jacuzzi
where ideas are freely exchanged —
tempered by care.
In keeping to love,
and in the power and fragility of every word,
there is beauty in playing storylines
so people may live real dreams
— designing spiritual architectures, —
an entwining of music pieces,
life expressing in universality.
– Stone
~ Namaste ~
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Postlude:
At year’s end I smile at the totality of this year
— a soft, “yes, we did that.”
It rekindles a bristling arc
of sunlight kissing my face
as the trees wake and birds sing
— lovely echoes of pages written two years ago.
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~ A Sugar Skull Xmas en Mexico ~
An Awakening Elements Play, 4th Edition
“¡Hola y bienvenidos! I was created with the name Joel, but my friends call me José, with an accent for sharpening shiny claws particularly useful for opening a presence.”
One wintry morning, José awoke and, ever so sheepishly, sharpened his claws while architecting the mantel he rested upon, writhing a bit as he clutched the warmth of a blanket. He enjoyed a churro or two, staring softly at a bristling arc of sunlight kissing his face. While admiring the awakening lofty trees and chirping birds, a new vision caught his mind’s eye and lilted into a magically surreal, ponderous thought! “Hmm,” he hummed quietly to himself. “Who am I? Am I just another sugar skull painting?”
“¡Nací creado por la pluma de un loco! The fragility of living only when you imagine me. The rest of the time, maybe un poquito, well, maybe just a little less than… un poquito,” José meowed to himself.
This somber thought overwhelmed him, and then he remembered: “Noel, to be born, that’s what my friend Twinkle whispered, with a sparkle in her eyes.”
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