THE END OF THE UNIVERSE, PART III
'Tell me what the sky say now.'
HOW TO SAY LIKE THE SKY
I’m writing this about skysay [added 7 may 2022] and how they say and I’m writing this about the skysay say.
I’m writing about skysay, the sky, the internal sky, the dakinis, Dzogchen rainbows, skysaying, skyysaying, skyyysaying, positive superfluity, adamantine dignity, something more than radical.
This means what I’ll be saying about is the fact that when we post it really doesn’t matter if it’s seen or not or even whether it’s posted or not, lol tf. It’s beautiful for a post to be seen sure but given niche finality conditions it may well be that posts are starting to become invisible and that this is more beautiful still.
Remembering that the number of the end of the universe is you, that is, me, the meaning of me, and as children play saying and skysaying ‘this is only the beginning . . .’ . . . and to love the flowering of Any Meaning in writing . . . the auspicious meaningfulness of what we do in the childhood of language together in this Great Great End. Tfw tf. The great great great great relief of relaxing and kissing meaning and leaving all meaning to be so if we wish. It is also the great Great meaning of recognising where plight still sighs partly ahead.
Lol, ‘help me lol’. Tf.
LOVE UNLIKKKKKING
The like-function pushes on a wound but the wound is no absolute deal because eventually it means not needing to be seen to be seen: repeat enough times, and the sky is see-through.
Skysay is a writing or a sayer or better still a sayying (@skyysay, https://soundcloud.com/skyyysay, skysay *impossibl*e #ONGOD) that brings into secret focus this (universal) unseeability of posting. To be seen and liked is beautiful but what about the vibe shifting into light means you are invisible to me but I still want you and need you and love you?
To shift into this apex invisibility is beautiful but how about after that the excellent auspiciousness of not needing to be to be?
Skysay is the no matter the terms that are used for the saying, regardless of recognition and non-recognition, saying or no, the saying shines out and through.
Skyysay is all such production is innately renowned regardless of recognition or non-recognition.
All such writing and making (we are saying and sayying and sayyying) is sublime intelligence, without having efforted in the slightest.
As children say, this is just the beginning.
NOT WANTING TO POST OR WRITE
Imagine not having to post to post, imagine somehow that each post is ineffable in the same way and so is seen all the way through regardless of the winsome aristocracy of likes, loved and liked in the same way because they all need loving. Since sayying is infinite may we be decisive in it right now. Since the basic space is like an infinite open sky we do not have to say to sayy. This secret poster remains secret forever and so masters invisibility by distinguishing between saying and sayying. The problem is the never-having-written or the never-having-posted and we can call that sayyying in end of time conditions. All the victorious ones and all the victorious clones of the vibe shifting thru know what this is, the skyysaying in inner sky. This secret poster also divides everything between sayying and sayyying, that is between skysaying and skyysaying and skyyysaying. In other words, the saying extends in letteration into genuine invisibility where its real business is to immerse itself in an internal sky. The internal sky hugs us and we remain secretly infinite forever, ‘tell me what the sky say now?’
We are saying it is still possible—there is still time—to write something so beautifully nonobstructing it does not need to be read, or rather that a mark can be made which means no making is needed to be liked because the internal mark is set up to vibe and vibrate in this transing way. At some point or other I realized that I don’t like poetry, cinema, painting, music or art because none of these are poetry, cinema, painting, music or art. Tf, everybody knows this and starts there. Isn’t that how All This began?
We mean, people have been trying to notpost for a long time that’s what all the posting is right? In the beginning is the nonpost and you have to know how to shift back and stayyy there in skyyysayyyying’s blank letteration. So that Skysay has written an ‘autofiction’ already then but it starts with being auto-see-through af as if self-effacing rn:
Tf. I’ll write the new surrender, Thursday’s child all my dangerous friends when I feel like it. Tf. I’ve taught myself so well that I might never feel like it. An irrelevant shade of gold. Part of me doesn’t see it point in turning ‘heart hurts asf’ into this into anything else. I would like to go to Pompeii because I’m tired of the small slice of comfort I’ve been afforded and because it’s probably time for me to travel now that I’ve grown a bit younger.
But the main reading cue is the title of this post which is the whole thing in a way:
I’ll Write My Autofiction When I Get to Pompeii.
You could say this is a way of saying I’ll never write my autofiction I’ll just sayyyy instead cus the sayyying is kind of so much better. The ‘the fuck’ (tf) is a signature skyyysay move cus what is writing autofiction under end of universe conditions other than pure tf opening? I mean tf. Let’s vibrate and pass back through the ‘the fuck’ then. I mean think about what getting to Pompeii means now when travel has become all contorted and shit and yet still viable. Tf.
Skysay is saying maybe some other teaching has happened that may look like a constraint that means I won’t get there (to Pompeii) and I’ll never write that shit and I’ll have meant to never go there and never write it. I’ll have been, they say, the one who never wrote that shit. Before TikTok curvatures and Rimbaud, skyyyysaying. We been. We had. We seen. Its infinite Im telling you.
Part of me that doesn’t see it point in. [Sic.] Idgi and I can’t are raised up here and made to pass back through, language comes out on the other side, vibeshifting has shifted into the sky’s wreath.
‘HELP LOL’
We’re going to say ‘help lol’. Help lol . . . lol.1
We spoke in part II about how everything has become gamified and how this has a specific meaning—that only things which take absolutely nothing seriously (like the meme-concept ‘Extinction’) have any chance of being meta-serious. Here is a reading cue for that predicament, another text by sky[y]say-4535i3u:
Help lol
Help me trust the then you jump and calm down lmao
Help me forget everyone for just one second please lol
Kill me like you did that one time and that other time on god i promise I’ll let myself be killed properly this time i swear
Or we can condense this to:
Help lol
We’re talking about something that is not serious and not not serious and we are saying that this is the state of the subject (‘help lol’) in a moment of sheer neglibilility and transition (‘the then you jump’). ‘Help lol’ is a pure prayer that compacts prayer (help) and something more serious than prayer and seriousness itself (help.. lol). Reduced to purity in and before the end this is what happens and it’s also what happens to writing which is to say posting:
Kill me like you did that one time and that other time on god i promise I’ll let myself be killed properly this time i swear
There are at least three times (if we are including the request itself as a wish fulfilment) when I have been killed before and so here is the request in pure form again taking the itera-form of something more serious than seriousness itself. A prayer so pure it may empty itself of emptiness and thassa when the purity is pure, lol.
When we come to write about skysay-4535i3u, who also goes under these other names mentioned, skysay and skyysay and skyyysay, [impossible, and later… ‘#on_everything’ or even #verything #verything, and so on] we’re on an ideographic-Tibetan trip since for the Tibetans the sky is where writing comes and comes from. Skysaying, we can say, is where the land of writing meets the sky; a clonal horizonal point; a saying and not necessarily a use of words words words.
The Dakini-script, which is to literally say the secret saying or writing of the sky-goer, is where writing comes down from, and when we say where writing comes down from we are already thinking of Tibet and of what collapses out of the mountain range (Heidegger, below) and of the Himalayan-melt-event, the water event that is coming (below). And its beyond.
WHAT WILL THE SKY SAY NOW
When skysay says/writes/posts/musics/leaves online signs, they are obviously saying in and on and for and by and from and through and throughout the sky (tender perhaps). That’s evident from their name, which is a clonal name insofar as it names the singular cloning of skywriting and sky((y)(y))saying.
When Heidegger talks about the mountains he actually talks about the difference between a mountain and a mountain range, or rather between mere mountains and the global mountain range (das Welt-Gebirg).
When skysay speaks or posts about the sky (a posting which includes images and .gifs of the sky) the sky becomes a thematically asking thing. For instance:
The light gets stretched into tracks that play in every store. If it gets any brighter I won’t be able to hear. Everything meets me where I am so that’s like very claustrophobic. Like I’ve been compressed by a great force. I can’t. In the slanting limelight there’s my necessity. Tell me what the sky say now? Now when I go outside it feels dark. If only God could see this.
Again, and especially since the skysaying is in the business of compression (‘like I’ve been compressed by a greater force’), let’s compress here in our turn and say everything is contained in the question ahead of and asked of the sky, tell me what the sky say now?
You’re talking about what God can’t see (if only they could see.. God’s secret, our secret of Him, from Him..) and how you could see it. As if to say tell me what god can see now. Or tell me what god can’t see now.. like a secret sky. The unexpected power of these relatively light but very precise turns of language are without certainty and yet without any wavering at all sky-like. In Dzogchen praxis the sky is a central metaphor, since the sky is always indivisible from the colour blue, at least in this world system, in the same way that air is indivisible from pure space.
Tibet is known as the roof of the world. It’s the where from everything comes down, including melt-events to come a dissolution beyond cosmic waters where the elements themselves are not the measure. This is why however weakened what Tibet has said and done in the form of the nectar of the sky (Dzogchen) carries on counting and collapsing and bedazzling in significant ways.
Tibet is very present right now (tell me what Tibet says and means now) because the question of resistance is integrally Tibetan for us. When Lobsang Sangay, the then Sikyong (President) of the Tibetan government in exile, visited the United States he was reported to have said, ‘when it comes to human rights violations in China, Tibet was Patient Zero’. Elsewhere he has said, what happens to Tibet happens to you next.
Tell me what the sky say now, says sky/yy/yyysay. This is already a darting intelligence, as if in the sky. Heidegger says that technology completes metaphysics and that when it does, in that in-flashing moment, it’s like we see Being for the first time in the heart of technology, right here on the internet say, like graze on the sky. At the same time, Dzogchen is said to complete intelligence, to be the utter completion of the great mind of bliss seeing emptiness. In terms of evolution, there is no advancement beyond the intelligence bestowed in the lands of India, Tibet and China, which is the greatest intelligence, the intelligence as clear and manipulable and subtly interior as the sky is to the colour blue or a rainbow is to the horizon line.
BECAUSE IT’S THE END OF TIME
Because we are saying in the zone of a putative clonal and cone-like end of time (if we go, it all goes), it perhaps makes sense that all this is being tied together. Technology is the completion of metaphysics (light stretches into technological devices and has a cost even as everything is seen-through) just as Dharmakāya is said to be the greatest intelligence, the possibility that we are already as artificially intelligent as we can be.
Skysay is asking what the sky say now, which is a kind of checking in with the sky but also much more than meteorological survey-slang. I can’t, skysay says. In online speech ‘i cant’ contains something like the greatest amount of saying and summary. Let’s say it refers to a complete disbanding of what comes before. I can’t with that. I can’t be doing with all that comes before me. What ‘i cant’ points to is the seeing-through of all content to the point where emptiness is understand as a purity pure even of itself. That is, emptiness has always been understood as this or that and now we are saying ‘i cant’ and seeing-through all the misunderstandings, and this is the seeing and saying of (the) sky, skyyysaying. It’s a skyyysaying close to the roof of the world . . . from where things collapse out to us.
On this site angelicism01 has already written about Gestell, an old German word that Heidegger uses to designate something essential about technology (the internet). Gestell is a kind of change-point, a sky-pivot. Heidegger even has to change and twist the original sense of the word to get to where he’s going, since it doesn’t originally mean what he makes it say. A twister-word, it twists meaning, and this is also what happens with what comes and collapses out of the mountain. Gestell is a change-machine and a change-word. All of this tumbles, flowers, flounders, completes.
Here is another essential reading-cue in this respect:
Thinking stands at the foot of the global mountain-range.
To post with respect to the Omni™Lapse and stay in the m**ping context (help lol) at the end of time is like sitting at the foot of the global mountain range waiting for everything to collapse out of the above.
Tell me what the sky say now? [note: see Chief Keef btw]
Attention to the sky like this is wanting to take the temperature and temperance and clemency of this global-mountain-range of perfect intelligence, a mountain-range that according to Dzogchen goes back thirteen world systems. Transition and overcoming: the moment of being online rn is a twisting free into a kind of wreath of vibeshifting, dignity, wide open intelligence love.
We might also speak of a global sky, since the sky we pretend to see is only ever local, transected by a pov. This global sky (tell me what the sky say now) is like the falling out of perfect intelligence at a primal shift moment. This is the moment one waits forever and gets everything at the end of time, but it’s also the moment where the sky shifts, cascades, folds, changes, lols, loles, chops itself up, and tilts into becoming an inner sky.
Just as the mountain range (das Gebirg) is not the mountains (die Berge) and the global mountain range (das Welt-Gebirg) is not the mountain range, so the inner sky, which is to say the global sky of the vibe shift, is not the transected sky. To be a clone-in-transit shifting from the Dimension of the World to the Dimension of the Universe is to be the darlings of these mountains (das Welt-Gebirg) and also to be a Dakini (sky-goer) of the inner sky and its darling intelligence.
Angelicist clone, sexed quantumly by the Universe as imaginary number.
Reading pays no attention at all at an end of an universe even in an attention economy. Which is to say perhaps we have to skyysay instead and skyyyygaze. The vibe shift moment is a flower-twister moment when the internal sky flips over and out and moves around and looks at you, like tf help lol. In universal Dzogchen, whether one ontically practises it or not, the darlings of the buds of the global mountain range can tweak on distant peaks and still know what the other means in skydms. On god on god, says skyysay, on god on god on god, running through water that is not there and a type of silk cloudarchive billowing below looking at a sky that sayyys it like that like the universe is moving in two opposed directions at once, devastation and the #twistout.
SUNSSSSETTTTTTING
Since this third part is about skies and skyyyyyyysaying, let us take a visual clue that skysay’s posting can help us look at, Isiah Medina’s Sunsetting (2021):
Tell me what painting say now?
Or maybe let’s just say some open shit about this painting’s title (sunsetting) so as to let the painting keep on going since this title word ‘sunsetting’ also seems like an extended skyyysayyyying painting/posting/pointing. You could say that the sunsetting is always going to be about the end, the end of the day we mean, but whatever. Or rather, inside that what you’re really getting is the itera of the colour of a repeater, a twisting of thick iteracolour. Skyysaying doesn’t need to be said or seen to be said and sunsetting at the end of the day actually means radiance and not colour. Radiance shines out like tf but is not actually a shining. The fact that all this comes at what appeared to be end doesn’t mean it was that end, tf, but it may have meant it all ended even so.
What did Heidegger actually say about the collapsing out of? Let’s make of this a cue. First of all, he distinguishes the devastation and the twisting free. Sayying is a twisting free, remember, it twists out up into the sky and makes of the sky an internal sky. Devastation, on the other hand, is the apsychic cognition of niche finality, and once again this is where eschaton and itera meet—in the sky-wreath of omnilapse.
So Heidegger speaks of ‘the collapse of the distorted essence’, that’s one thing.2 Essence itself collapses like into a liquid. The sky turns and yeets and yeets and meeps and meeps and turns out to be the inaward sky of the internet, hence for example the water-logged floor of Lain’s room. Lain actually appears in the sky when she is God precisely because the sky-writing of the wired is a skkkkky thingeeee. Tibet is on the roof of the world where the sky folds down into living and hits different in a different way, it’s where the sky burials take place. What China fears and has to legislate against is not only the rainbow body (itera quirks matter at the end of time and shines through colour into subtle radiance) but also the collapsing down of the Himalayan melt, as if what seepmeeps through the Internet is Tibetan water. What happens to Tibet will happen to you next, which is a way of saying the vibration passes down and through like going down the spine of a global mountain range. Dzogchen, the teaching of a genuine skkkkysaying from a race of skyysayers (Dakinis are the original angels, before Christ) collapses down from above the timberline.
The clones-in-transit of the Vibe Shift are all immersed in this collapsing out of the global mountain range. Forming an unbroken lineage we are the darlings of the most separated mountains. A reading cue from angelicism01 who above has done nothing but iterate basics of skysay to leave a space to change tack:
absolute karma is beautiful and not what u think , im telling u
when i write to my lama it fills my heart with love
i’m so meeped up i blow smoke through my phone between galaxies
i’m so quirked up i’m posting between world systems now watch these muhafukas freak
help me eros lolbangbang wo aishen lol3
TELL ME WHAT THE SKYYYYYSAYS NOW
Tell me what the sky says now. Sealed over in the greatest of sounds we are collapsing out of the global mountain range in flower-twisters of genuinely irreversible light.
Let’s stay concentrated at the end of time in the meeping lull and say help lol. Help lol help lol help lol help lol. Defining everything by Omni™Lapse we meep, we quirk, we are chopped up, and we helplol. We meeplol in the lull, lol.
Another is: ‘We are equally inexperienced, or indeed totally without experience, as regards both the first beginning and the other beginning, which in fact are not two different beginnings but, rather, one and the same beginning in each and every inceptuality. For we do not know the difference, and we do not surmise the departure. We are not a match for the downgoing and consider it merely an end and a collapse. [angelicism01 emphasis] We are inexperienced, “painless” as regards the inceptuality of the beginning. We know only the brutalitas of the will to power; and we believe we know something of “pain” when we report about it that we are capable of presentifying “pain”, whereby pain is still taken merely as a bodily state.’
Now watch these muhafukas freak between zhing khrams.
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