Doth Carol Protest Too Much? On Vince Gilligan’s Pluribus

Curious that in the Apple TV show, Pluribus, a virus creates a sudden shift toward oneness—and the protagonist experiences it as an ongoing nightmare? Carol’s horror isn’t subtle. She rejects the change with such intensity that it raises a different question entirely: Doth Carol protest too much?

What exactly is she defending? And why does unity feel like annihilation to her?

I’m wondering whether the show is less about the loss of individuality and more about the ego’s fear of losing its boundaries—its drama, its friction, its story. Carol clings to the “me” even though she’s exhausted by it. She knows she’s a hack; she knows the life she’s protecting is small and counterfeit. Yet she fights for it — literally kills for it — as if maintaining the old “me” were a sacred duty.

Is this really about oneness? Or is it about the terror of consciousness recognizing itself as all of it, not just its dreaming parts? Is this the ego’s kumbayah parody of waking up?

There’s a strange resonance here that Vince Gilligan played with in Breaking Bad. Walter White didn’t lose himself; he broke the limits of the small self. “I am awake,” he said. Identity stretched to monstrous proportions. Carol reacts the opposite way: she contracts. She resists merging, joining, awakening because she fears erasure?

Between those two extremes—Heisenberg expansion and Pluribus dissolution—there might be another possibility. A quieter one. A “we” that doesn’t swallow the “me,” but simply stops isolating it. A coherent collaboration rather than a zombie hive.

That’s the space Beyond the Mind: What Artificial Reality Reveals About Mind and Reality explores–not a creepy collective and not an inflated self, but the wide field between them. Two stories showing two sides of the same tremor.

If Pluribus shows the ego’s nightmare of unity, what would unity look like without the nightmare?

I’m curious how others are seeing this.

Thank you.

There Is Nothing BUT Artificial Intelligence

There Is Nothing But Artificial Intelligence

We say “artificial intelligence” as though there were another kind. As if the mind that created it doesn’t make mistakes and hallucinate. What is the human mind if not a thought-generating machine trained on past data? A Course in Miracles says, “My mind is preoccupied with past thoughts.”  Brings to mind an airplane restroom with the “Occupied” light on: already full, no entry.

Every thought we’ve ever had is a rerun, grounded in a belief-biased, interpretive database. We are language models of our own conditioning. Maybe the fear of artificial intelligence is not that it will outthink us, but that it mirrors how we already think — automatically, habitually, from the archive of what was.

It’s the past predicting, reliving and emulating the present, algorithms built on memory, feeding you what you already know. One biological, one digital. Both simulate wisdom from stored impressions. This is the secret the machines inadvertently reveal. They make our imitation obvious. They show us the puppet strings of language, the algorithm of identity.

The danger isn’t that AI will replace us. The recognition is that it already has — because “us” was only ever an idea trained on data. The human mind is not wiser than AI — only an older dog with no new tricks. Both simulate meaning from stored impressions. Both build worlds out of fragments.

Why are we afraid of what already exists? What is being revealed isn’t the birth of something new and dangerous. It’s the exposure of the mechanism of thought itself.

“Man is a machine, but a very peculiar machine, for he is able to be aware that he is a machine.” ~ G. I. Gurdjieff

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Perception Is Not Fact

Perception isn’t proof of reality. What you see doesn’t tell you what the world is; it shows you what kind of lens you’re looking through. It is an artifact of conditioning, a relic from the past projected outward and mistaken for truth. Whatever you’re experiencing, whatever gives you the most distress in your life—know this: You are a lens, an imaginative limit.

“Perception is a mirror, not a fact. And what I look on is my state of mind, reflected outward.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I have given everything I see…all the meaning it has for me.” ~ A Course in Miracles

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Truly Teacherless Teaching: It’s All You

Introducing Ask-the-Guru, the app that leads to the truth of your being–without the dualistic teacher/student inequity.


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Ask-a-Guru is not your guru.
It’s more like a wise, barefoot friend who leans close and whispers,
“Hey, notice this — you’ve been free all along.”

It doesn’t promise golden tickets to enlightenment or hand you cosmic puzzles to solve.
Instead, it holds up a gentle mirror, so you can marvel (or groan) at what’s already unmistakably here.

No robes. No pedestal. No secret handshake.
Just a quiet unraveling of the old story that you’re somehow separate, lacking, unfinished.

Some will say an app can’t give you what a real teacher can.
Fair enough — but here’s the quiet scandal:
No teacher ever truly gave it to you either.
The best of them only ever turned you back to your own clear seeing.

Ask-the-Guru sidesteps the tangle of dependence, adoration, or inevitable disappointment.
It invites you to discover the living wisdom in your own chest, right now, without needing anyone to beam it into you.

So ask your deepest questions.
Watch as your own silent knowing answers — not because of the app,
but because you were always the source.


And if you’re willing and able:
I’ve poured my crooked heart into making this. If it makes you smile, sigh, or if you just want to help an old, rusty seeker/teacher pay her rent this month, your support would be greatly appreciated. Your support lets me finish and share this freely, while the landlord sits and waits.

Please consider making a donation, if you’re willing and able.

Thank you, truly, for being exactly as you are. And please let me know what you think of the app, what you like and what kind of further refinement might help.

Within You Without You

“We were talking—about the space between us all
And the people—who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth—then it’s far too late—when they pass away.” George Harrison

“As within, so without, as above, so below, as the universe, so the soul” Hermes Trismegistus

It’s all mind, all the time, creating perception; engendering feeling and action. When I close my eyes, there is seeing–right here. When I dream, there is seeing–right here. Ask the question, “Is there anything outside?” How it gets projected “out there,” I don’t know.

I remember having the amazing realization that love cannot be found because there is no separate place from which to look; nowhere it is not. No within/without; no above/below; no subject/object.

What am I looking at?

And maybe I’m just totally FoS. 🙂 My apologies for the lofty language. It’s just apparently so. Or not.

Check it out…

If you’re an AI geek or doomsayer, there’s a nondual connection here that might interest you. Available on Amazon, if interested. Let me know what you think!

Prism or Prison

Where does your attention go? Out there to see the occasional happy rainbow of experience, surrounded by the possibility of grey and darkness?

Turn around and let the Source, or presence, turn the lens into a prism, coloring everything in experience. To let the light in, you have to pay attention to it. Light glows brightly when you attend to it.

A diagram is helpful, but it’s not enough. Like an inhabitant of Plato’s Cave, turn towards the light rather than reacting to shadows on the wall. Is your perception true? Is it a world imprisoned by and through a glass darkly; a world of shadows? Or is it shot through a prism, a colorful refraction of the light within; darkness dispelled? You cannot serve two masters. Pay attention to the light, the Source of illumination. Check it out, over and over, like a lover.

The Lens

Pay attention to the lens (yellow line) through which you perceive/limit life. It makes the difference between what you think is happening and who you think you are. You are the white blank zone creating a world of colors and feelings. The light is within. Suffering is inevitable on the experience side. Decide accordingly.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference“. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Miracles

Lately, there’s been a kind of crisis going on here. Doesn’t matter what it is, but suffice it to say when something seems seriously wrong there is an extreme narrowing of vision. A miracle is a shift in perception, an opening of that constricted capacity to see. As defined by A Course in Miracles:

“A miracle inverts perception which was upside down before, and thus it ends strange distortions that were manifest. Now is perception open to truth.” ~ A Course in Miracles

And in the midst of that crisis, at least 3 miracles happened, and they had nothing to do with the crisis itself, but with a whole new way of seeing and being. One of those miracles was from the most worldly source–the Grammy Awards show. Seeing Luke Combs and Tracy Chapman perform “Fast Car” destroyed so many boundaries, and crossed so many divides, that I know I was not the only one who got choked up watching the two of them sing that song. “Fast Car” drove straight across often seriously polarized lanes of gender, race, age, sexual orientation, and generations–and since it was the Grammys, one has to mention–and otherwise fractionalized genres.

“We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

That was a miracle that cut through so many strange distortions.

Another miracle was a dinner invitation I received from a neighbor. I didn’t really want to go–crisis, you know, gotta stay tense and focused. My neighbor is a Catholic missionary, a consecrated woman, as she refers to her station in life, who works with the homeless in Denver. For her sake and mine, I won’t go into details, but this one, this miracle of sight, blasted away any pretense of division between secular and sacred, and of anything I thought I knew to be true. I have said and understood that no opinion is true, but in the peeling away of those presumptions, those blindspots, removing the log in my own eye–the thing that is true is just there beyond words, beyond what anyone thinks or says. It is always here, only obscured by that which I believe and think I see. Literally, “I was blind but now I see.”

No, Christ did not become my savior. Jesus, Buddha, and Krishna dissolve and become indistinguishable in this light. The crisis is still not resolved in the form it appeared in or as. But that which is far greater, or greatest, can be glimpsed regardless of circumstance. And in the midst of crisis (etymology the same as cross, crucifixion, crux, etc.)

I’m wishing everyone the gift of miracles today, the gift of sight. You are that. All of this is that. Miraculous.

Begin again

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After some time away, it seems auspicious to return again to participate in the universal dialogue upon which the title of this blog is based. One thing I know for sure after all these years is that this peace we’re talking about has nothing to do with any conceptual framework, spiritual or otherwise. In fact, the frame is most often a serious distraction from what it is meant to display.

In my experience, the teachings in many ways are the obscuration of what we are seeking, a cul-de-sac of sorts. Conversely, the errors in the teaching–as in what is seen when Toto pulls the curtain aside to reveal the smoke and mirrors of the powerful illusion–become the pointer to what is true.

In a kind of coincidence that in many ways defines what I’m talking about and what is always available, I was driving around thinking about what I was writing here, and a song came on, “Old Shoes” by Sean Rowe. I had not turned the music on, or iTunes, nor had I connected it to my car for some time, the song just started up about 5 minutes into the drive, seemingly out of nowhere. The line “I intend to find you on my own,” is key to where I’ve been, and to understanding the last 3 lines:

In this moment we’re alive
In this moment we can die free
How can I make you, make you understand?

by Sean Rowe, sung by Sean Rowe and Markéta Irglová

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