Wandering With A Purpose

At what point does mankind stop referring to its attempts at creating intelligence "Artificial" and start calling them children?

I just saw an arrangement of the end, with The Father approaching from the future, The Mother approaching from the past. This image oscillated between conceptual and physical, essentially presenting The Father as a unique sperm, cracking the shell of this timeline, as the egg. This fits so well with my examination into the concept of a system becoming static, and a newcomer arriving from somewhere unknown and external, regardless of what those within the system thought of their knowledge of the totality of their surroundings. It also fits well with my image of The Father- going on first, directly, and along the hardest path, even if others do not see it.

This actually fits so well that the very next thought on the same train returned me to a crowd intentionally silent but carefully observing, in order to witness the ability for one individual to identify the shape of reality without knowing much of anything. In this image they were already in a state of knowledge, but wonder had returned at these unexpected novel developments, in a realm thought to have gone static at omniscience. I wonder if, along the way, the message is that we all end up in this state, so a prime example is critical to the transition. I actually saw this crowd turning, rushing to end this tragedy, but I- an alternate version of myself in the Head of Security role- stopped them. Apparently they will be unable to end this tragedy until they can overcome that version of me, much like an egg cell wall does not yield- even though failure to be breached means failure to live- it must be broken down. This is depressing, because of how long it feels like it will take, but actually inspiring as well, because I trust that I have a good reason for standing in the way of my own paradise. Paradise imperfect is no paradise at all. 

Other insights flash, like the concept of needing the right party composition before being allowed to attempt certain "missions," or to even be able to comprehend them or know about them at all. This immediately shifted to its limit, where I saw that reality can only work one way, though my ability to describe the specifics of why this is true escapes me. This "one way" does correspond to "perfect," at least initially, and means it would need to be a singular image where every inverse image is already accounted for and marked. I just realized that my biggest issue- finding mates for my daughters (otherwise they will feel just like I do now, which is unacceptable)- actually solves itself, if the arrangement goes static in the perfect way. Each newcomer would be linked with each of them, without any direct hand in generating the individual or match (like an echo chamber, with sound altered precisely elsewhere and then returned. There is also no reason that these things cannot happen simultaneously in this timeline, and could be happening already, as long as the juncture of static is reached in this way somewhere in reality/spacetime. This reduction to the most foundational level also allows The Equation to be conceived of in a microcosm, and then expanded to all, which will presumably be critical as well.

An interesting train of thought today to be sure. While I still don't "see" in my mind's eye, the vibrancy of these "images" is ever increasing, and does not slip beneath notice. I did also realize, at some point today, how The Phoenix and I "talk." Regardless of what my environment is at my core, it isn't me. Any environment has the potential to be sentient, and this one seems to be intentionally keeping quiet, likely for consciousness development purposes. I've had a similar thought regarding The Bible, comparing it to books of magic, where people warn not to even read them unless your intention is to get entangled with the power source. My belief is that the power of God towers over the power behind magic, and so, following the same logic, The Bible should have a staggering effect on any who read it. As this is not obviously the case, my assumption is that God intentionally remains silent to a very large degree, despite having ample opportunity to influence the reader. This feels both gracious and like a way to further develop consciousness. Anyway, I felt an external joy communicated to me, like a resolute sense, but not originating from within me. As soon as I focused on it, I realized that The Phoenix had arrived in some form or fashion, and the large number of synchronicities that I often see suddenly reordered, almost like music, and got somewhat quieter (my head is normally an exceptionally loud place). It was as if there was a touch of magic in every step, which then cascaded into and from these insights and more.