Whew - I was isltening, reading, pounding two things: the vitriol and cruelty happening on our country and in the world (esp the political realm), and . . the advent of AI which is exploding. I had two experiences with AI VERY recently: one a workbook I ordered to go with a book I like a lot, and IT WAS formulaic TRASH, as well as horrendous graphically. THEN this very morning, I had some intuitions about a fellow artist's 'sketch' submission to a poster contest to an art group I'm involved with - so I created a quick image using AI and it WAS her image! Almost exactly. SO . . this is bringing up huge issues for me - what do I do with this knowledge? For this, for art in general? My mind is kind of blown. What's coming to the fore is the word ETHICS. And for 'politics?' - ethics of humanity, which bring us back to all the traditions, mostly religious, that first tackled ethics and principles to steer humans in a positive direction. Well, we are in need right now! What new form will arise? Will it arise in time to avoid disaster?
We live in a hybrid of real and fake. I’m always concerned about the energy wasted on trying to FIND the real, as we will always want it. As a gen X I remember the time before computers when we had to play analog because there wasn’t anything else. My kids spend most of their free time connected via technology. Online is where they connect to friends, express themselves and entertain themselves and I not only think it’s fine, I know this is the way their lives will be forever. What will real mean to them and how will that affect the environment we live in? I have no clue, but I realize that isn’t for me to know. I’m not the future, they are. So where does that leave us? If modern tech is fast and for the young, where do us old gals fit? I think we fit where we have always fit: as elders. This hasn’t been lost and it’s being asked of our young people. I just taught a class where two late 20, early 30 year old women said they wanted to find a circle in this community because they were driving to the town an hour away. They enjoyed it but wanted to be a part of their community in this way. I really believe community is the answer, and it’s a hybrid too. Connection to Musea, in a mostly digital way, and my work with guests in my physical community is a great example of this. That’s how I see it for me. Intentional Creativity is how I will help individuals in my community connect and do work to discover themselves. If every community had access to someone with this knowledge… imagine what we could create ❤️
This reminded me of the first time I grappled with the “increased value” of creating prints of my art as a way to expand on the “value” of my art. (Insert any artist in the “my art”) I still have not fully come to terms with how I feel about the print version of ART. Originals hold so much energy and therefor power. But in today’s economy it is essential to find ways to expand income to match this ever speeding world. I am embracing using art on fabric to delineate the art as art from art as a product. It is something I feel provides another depth to the art which involves another layer of creativity…. But less time required(perhaps)
As I listened, I felt a stirring in my belly as I resonated with your words and thoughts Shiloh. When I hear those two letters ‘A.I,
I instantly become uncomfortable. It feels as if another part of being human is being threatened.
For all the good A.I could help with, such as discovering new cures for diseases that threaten our existence, there are equally as many ways A.I could end our existence. In a world filled with falsehood and pretending without A.I, A.I makes it difficult for us to trust what we see and hear.
The powers that be introduce A.I technology as something “fun” to play with and explore to get us familiar with this technology by making it seem all “fun and games” by adding ways to make our life “easier”..
…“See what you look like as a goddess”…”See what you will look like as you age”..
“What will your future babies look like?” Then we allow our unique facial patterns to be scanned by A.I. Gotcha! Now how will this information be used?
A.I can be tricky to avoid as we are lured into the ease it provides.
How many of us use facial recognition to unlock our phones, computers and other electronic devices? 🙋🏽♀️Gotcha!
Trusting our “gut”..tapping into our hearts for the feeling-ness of our Being…is one thing A.I can not duplicate. Tapping into our bodies, trusting our instinct and intuition is one of our Super Powers!💥 Sadly not many of us have honed this skill as of yet.
I have faith in humanity! 🙏🏽
Many of us are waking up and joining those of us who have chosen not to fall back to sleep.
I have chosen NOT to fall back asleep. I am honing all my powers that make me human. ⏰✨
How am I feeling? Overwhelmed. Over stimulated. Over it. Paying attention. Ready to make change that goes against the click funnels. Can’t go to sleep. Won’t go to sleep. Waking deeper. How am I also feeling? Hopeful. These words, this community, you, Jonathan, Musea, all make me feel hopeful. Like I have somewhere to go and somewhere to share with others. I’m here. I am awake with you siStar.
Leave it to you dear Shiloh to awaken us with your deep thoughts and gentle voice.
I am an elder -- older than you by 20 years. But I was, like you, on the front lines of the computer revolution. I remember using a computer in college to type out papers and it was very helpful in comparison to an old manual typewriter.
My first masters degree was in environmental science and all things ecological --the beauty of biodiversity in nature -- the forests, the understory, the grasslands and finding wise and wonderful ways in horticulture, permaculture, herbiculture, mushroom/compost cultivation, etc. etc. Everything that was grounded and “real” and tried and true, and worn (and loved) like the “velveteen rabbit” was interesting.
My second MS was in library and information science. The goal was to be extremely supportive of the “democratic” component of information technologies and their availability to all. The idea that information, communication and knowledge could be shared with all people through out the world. We could all connect and share. There was not only sound democracy to this but generosity as well.
And then, I was left behind in the constant race of technology that you gave voice to today -- such as Ai, 5G, APPs that can do anything and everything.
I want to get off the treadmill now. I am exhausted from social media, and observing young children who are addicted to games on their iPads or tablets. Who don’t climb trees or plant seeds in real dirt.
One cannot read an article in the New York Times or Washington Post without paying for it, and it’s not cheap! The democracy has sifted away into the ether, and everyone everywhere is trying to capitalize on a buck.
How am I feeling? Frustrated, sad, and dated. And I’m a wise crone!
I want to go back to the old ways, don’t you? I want to dig in the dirt among the mycelium and plant some seeds. I want to sew quilts from fabric scraps and even do embroidery! I want to make collages with scraps of paper and paints and magazine clippings. I want to crochet and knit 🧶 again. I want to hand write letters -- and make my own little books from sewing the bindings together with string by hand. I want to make herb tea from the lemon balm and mint in my garden, and harvest the fennel seeds for snacks.
I want to unplug and unwind and go off the grid like many of my cohorts during the 60s and 70s.
and i have a book, similar to the one in the painting accompanying this latest communique', in a painting that i have been working on for months- i think she is the Guardian for this latest class, she just arrived early and unannounced. and methinks the book may be a rendering of the Akashic record.... i wonder how humankind would act if everyone realized they could be held responsible for all they do at some point- where have the ethics that allowed humanity to thrive unto this point gone to hide? will post a picture soon....
this was such a great communication, and so very timely! i feel caught between what i understand about how technology has made connection and knowledge so much more accessible, and my fears about where it is, and what might go awry in the wrong (read unscrupulous) hands. The politics of government, religion, personal/national territoriality are things i have had to withdraw from because i feel the angst so strongly in my body, and know from experience it can make me ill. My reliance on friends to keep me informed has worked thus far. Buying on Amazon, actually buying anything via the internet, feels foreign to me. The need to touch, smell, hold whatever it is speaks to me about whether or not it is important to have. My home is filled with things that have told me they want to come home with me.
My business sense is negligible- although i have sold my artwork to people at street fairs who have wandered to my booth and wondered at the things there. At this point, going to sleep is moot- my insomnia has reached a critical level, and i am finally seeking some guidance regarding the how's and why's to manage it. One decision i have made, given the state of things in the world, is that everything i sell from this point on, the proceeds will go to support organizations like Doctors Without Borders & the World Kitchen. My ability to physically support those projects is limited by age and physical condition- the way to give back to the world at this point IS through my art being a means of exchange. Having shared this idea with my network, it has been readily embraced, surprisingly marveled at, and i am planning an open house to see what happens. What a great way to purge!!!!
i cannot go back to sleep- i haven't slept in years..... i prefer watching the moss grow on the rocks & bricks in the garden, the bamboo dancing in the wind, rainbows cast on the walls, looking for the animus in the leaves of the trees in the ravine.... Quan Yin hung out with me for a full year as i recovered from surgery, a serious anesthesia event and multiple losses in 2013-14. With all that had left me, in retrospect, it was a good few years, a grounding few years, where all that was unimportant shone with a different light and began dropping away.
Getting to Sonoma in mid-winter is difficult to arrange right now, but i have considered how to get there at another time. The connection via the red thread has always been there, even before i found this community, but now it is tangible in a new way. i look forward to when that visit comes about and hope the store down the street still has some napkins left.
Ahh, sister. My need to escape slick screens, my body's rejection of the unnatural pace of digital social media promotion, sometimes keeps me out of the communication loop. I am still here, awake, finding wonder in the real. Love you!
I listened twice Shiloh, it was such a spot on heartfelt discussion of where we are and where we are heading if we dont wake the fuck up and make wake the fuck up work whether it be words or paintings or whatever. We cannot fall asleep . It is our duty as Elders and holders of wisdom to stay awake. Yes we are being numbed. Numbed from all directions. Lulled into spells we do not even know are being cast. and numbed to our own power of release. Now as transitioning from different worlds is taking place very fast we find ourselves in a critical time for staying awake. It must be understood that everything we have ever posted ...poem or painting, pondering or past event is recorded and held in cyber space. we know this. We all know this, but the numbing makes us forget. Personally I find all the ai stuff that goes along with different posts gives me the feeling of eating too much sugar. it aint real baby, and that can be seen. Im good at spotting photos that are not true.. what kind of world have we entered into when deciphering integrity become a must? This of course goes beyond art. Through daily news outlets we are fed numbing untruths to keep us reacting or behaving in certain ways, or to shut us up, to keep quiet about the spells being cast as our souls are being stolen from us. Of course there is good in the souless technology that surrounds us, but we have to stay awake. Thanks Shiloh for bringing this before our eyes.
Yes, so fast, too fast... And something 'not right' (felt that at 3 and verbalized at 5)... And Feelings... I'd just written about my felt state(s) when I got your post this morning. Now sharing here ...
(and later discovering hadn't hit 'post' . Me not so 'fast' today lol.) ...
Personal Context: Returning home from yet another surgery and more sad-making news
Reflection: Am home. Adjusting. To everything it seems.
Sometimes twisting in the winds.
Sometimes sitting in the eye of Storm.
Seem to be seeking to remind/remember myself. Am 'I' still here?
Sometimes dancing a change of story.
Sometimes... shock-numb, frozen...
Sometimes thawing and re-freezing again...
Often without words or marks or movement to express the any/all of it
May this just be a point in the journey and may the journey get better
❤
and these feelings, I realize, are the feelings I've been feeling increasingly over the years as I see all that is happening to Earth, to the Waters, to the Forests, to Air/breathe......
and now all the feelings and concerns and fears and sadness are for inside as well as outside. They are connected. one of the other as one....
As far as able to go in this moment. Just witnessing the inside and out. ❤
Whew - I was isltening, reading, pounding two things: the vitriol and cruelty happening on our country and in the world (esp the political realm), and . . the advent of AI which is exploding. I had two experiences with AI VERY recently: one a workbook I ordered to go with a book I like a lot, and IT WAS formulaic TRASH, as well as horrendous graphically. THEN this very morning, I had some intuitions about a fellow artist's 'sketch' submission to a poster contest to an art group I'm involved with - so I created a quick image using AI and it WAS her image! Almost exactly. SO . . this is bringing up huge issues for me - what do I do with this knowledge? For this, for art in general? My mind is kind of blown. What's coming to the fore is the word ETHICS. And for 'politics?' - ethics of humanity, which bring us back to all the traditions, mostly religious, that first tackled ethics and principles to steer humans in a positive direction. Well, we are in need right now! What new form will arise? Will it arise in time to avoid disaster?
Listening and pondering . . sorry for misspellings
We live in a hybrid of real and fake. I’m always concerned about the energy wasted on trying to FIND the real, as we will always want it. As a gen X I remember the time before computers when we had to play analog because there wasn’t anything else. My kids spend most of their free time connected via technology. Online is where they connect to friends, express themselves and entertain themselves and I not only think it’s fine, I know this is the way their lives will be forever. What will real mean to them and how will that affect the environment we live in? I have no clue, but I realize that isn’t for me to know. I’m not the future, they are. So where does that leave us? If modern tech is fast and for the young, where do us old gals fit? I think we fit where we have always fit: as elders. This hasn’t been lost and it’s being asked of our young people. I just taught a class where two late 20, early 30 year old women said they wanted to find a circle in this community because they were driving to the town an hour away. They enjoyed it but wanted to be a part of their community in this way. I really believe community is the answer, and it’s a hybrid too. Connection to Musea, in a mostly digital way, and my work with guests in my physical community is a great example of this. That’s how I see it for me. Intentional Creativity is how I will help individuals in my community connect and do work to discover themselves. If every community had access to someone with this knowledge… imagine what we could create ❤️
Thisssssssss!
This reminded me of the first time I grappled with the “increased value” of creating prints of my art as a way to expand on the “value” of my art. (Insert any artist in the “my art”) I still have not fully come to terms with how I feel about the print version of ART. Originals hold so much energy and therefor power. But in today’s economy it is essential to find ways to expand income to match this ever speeding world. I am embracing using art on fabric to delineate the art as art from art as a product. It is something I feel provides another depth to the art which involves another layer of creativity…. But less time required(perhaps)
Excellent tracking, Panther mama! Keep. Going.
As I listened, I felt a stirring in my belly as I resonated with your words and thoughts Shiloh. When I hear those two letters ‘A.I,
I instantly become uncomfortable. It feels as if another part of being human is being threatened.
For all the good A.I could help with, such as discovering new cures for diseases that threaten our existence, there are equally as many ways A.I could end our existence. In a world filled with falsehood and pretending without A.I, A.I makes it difficult for us to trust what we see and hear.
The powers that be introduce A.I technology as something “fun” to play with and explore to get us familiar with this technology by making it seem all “fun and games” by adding ways to make our life “easier”..
…“See what you look like as a goddess”…”See what you will look like as you age”..
“What will your future babies look like?” Then we allow our unique facial patterns to be scanned by A.I. Gotcha! Now how will this information be used?
A.I can be tricky to avoid as we are lured into the ease it provides.
How many of us use facial recognition to unlock our phones, computers and other electronic devices? 🙋🏽♀️Gotcha!
Trusting our “gut”..tapping into our hearts for the feeling-ness of our Being…is one thing A.I can not duplicate. Tapping into our bodies, trusting our instinct and intuition is one of our Super Powers!💥 Sadly not many of us have honed this skill as of yet.
I have faith in humanity! 🙏🏽
Many of us are waking up and joining those of us who have chosen not to fall back to sleep.
I have chosen NOT to fall back asleep. I am honing all my powers that make me human. ⏰✨
How am I feeling? Overwhelmed. Over stimulated. Over it. Paying attention. Ready to make change that goes against the click funnels. Can’t go to sleep. Won’t go to sleep. Waking deeper. How am I also feeling? Hopeful. These words, this community, you, Jonathan, Musea, all make me feel hopeful. Like I have somewhere to go and somewhere to share with others. I’m here. I am awake with you siStar.
Leave it to you dear Shiloh to awaken us with your deep thoughts and gentle voice.
I am an elder -- older than you by 20 years. But I was, like you, on the front lines of the computer revolution. I remember using a computer in college to type out papers and it was very helpful in comparison to an old manual typewriter.
My first masters degree was in environmental science and all things ecological --the beauty of biodiversity in nature -- the forests, the understory, the grasslands and finding wise and wonderful ways in horticulture, permaculture, herbiculture, mushroom/compost cultivation, etc. etc. Everything that was grounded and “real” and tried and true, and worn (and loved) like the “velveteen rabbit” was interesting.
My second MS was in library and information science. The goal was to be extremely supportive of the “democratic” component of information technologies and their availability to all. The idea that information, communication and knowledge could be shared with all people through out the world. We could all connect and share. There was not only sound democracy to this but generosity as well.
And then, I was left behind in the constant race of technology that you gave voice to today -- such as Ai, 5G, APPs that can do anything and everything.
I want to get off the treadmill now. I am exhausted from social media, and observing young children who are addicted to games on their iPads or tablets. Who don’t climb trees or plant seeds in real dirt.
One cannot read an article in the New York Times or Washington Post without paying for it, and it’s not cheap! The democracy has sifted away into the ether, and everyone everywhere is trying to capitalize on a buck.
How am I feeling? Frustrated, sad, and dated. And I’m a wise crone!
I want to go back to the old ways, don’t you? I want to dig in the dirt among the mycelium and plant some seeds. I want to sew quilts from fabric scraps and even do embroidery! I want to make collages with scraps of paper and paints and magazine clippings. I want to crochet and knit 🧶 again. I want to hand write letters -- and make my own little books from sewing the bindings together with string by hand. I want to make herb tea from the lemon balm and mint in my garden, and harvest the fennel seeds for snacks.
I want to unplug and unwind and go off the grid like many of my cohorts during the 60s and 70s.
Thoughts?
and i have a book, similar to the one in the painting accompanying this latest communique', in a painting that i have been working on for months- i think she is the Guardian for this latest class, she just arrived early and unannounced. and methinks the book may be a rendering of the Akashic record.... i wonder how humankind would act if everyone realized they could be held responsible for all they do at some point- where have the ethics that allowed humanity to thrive unto this point gone to hide? will post a picture soon....
this was such a great communication, and so very timely! i feel caught between what i understand about how technology has made connection and knowledge so much more accessible, and my fears about where it is, and what might go awry in the wrong (read unscrupulous) hands. The politics of government, religion, personal/national territoriality are things i have had to withdraw from because i feel the angst so strongly in my body, and know from experience it can make me ill. My reliance on friends to keep me informed has worked thus far. Buying on Amazon, actually buying anything via the internet, feels foreign to me. The need to touch, smell, hold whatever it is speaks to me about whether or not it is important to have. My home is filled with things that have told me they want to come home with me.
My business sense is negligible- although i have sold my artwork to people at street fairs who have wandered to my booth and wondered at the things there. At this point, going to sleep is moot- my insomnia has reached a critical level, and i am finally seeking some guidance regarding the how's and why's to manage it. One decision i have made, given the state of things in the world, is that everything i sell from this point on, the proceeds will go to support organizations like Doctors Without Borders & the World Kitchen. My ability to physically support those projects is limited by age and physical condition- the way to give back to the world at this point IS through my art being a means of exchange. Having shared this idea with my network, it has been readily embraced, surprisingly marveled at, and i am planning an open house to see what happens. What a great way to purge!!!!
i cannot go back to sleep- i haven't slept in years..... i prefer watching the moss grow on the rocks & bricks in the garden, the bamboo dancing in the wind, rainbows cast on the walls, looking for the animus in the leaves of the trees in the ravine.... Quan Yin hung out with me for a full year as i recovered from surgery, a serious anesthesia event and multiple losses in 2013-14. With all that had left me, in retrospect, it was a good few years, a grounding few years, where all that was unimportant shone with a different light and began dropping away.
Getting to Sonoma in mid-winter is difficult to arrange right now, but i have considered how to get there at another time. The connection via the red thread has always been there, even before i found this community, but now it is tangible in a new way. i look forward to when that visit comes about and hope the store down the street still has some napkins left.
Ahh, sister. My need to escape slick screens, my body's rejection of the unnatural pace of digital social media promotion, sometimes keeps me out of the communication loop. I am still here, awake, finding wonder in the real. Love you!
I listened twice Shiloh, it was such a spot on heartfelt discussion of where we are and where we are heading if we dont wake the fuck up and make wake the fuck up work whether it be words or paintings or whatever. We cannot fall asleep . It is our duty as Elders and holders of wisdom to stay awake. Yes we are being numbed. Numbed from all directions. Lulled into spells we do not even know are being cast. and numbed to our own power of release. Now as transitioning from different worlds is taking place very fast we find ourselves in a critical time for staying awake. It must be understood that everything we have ever posted ...poem or painting, pondering or past event is recorded and held in cyber space. we know this. We all know this, but the numbing makes us forget. Personally I find all the ai stuff that goes along with different posts gives me the feeling of eating too much sugar. it aint real baby, and that can be seen. Im good at spotting photos that are not true.. what kind of world have we entered into when deciphering integrity become a must? This of course goes beyond art. Through daily news outlets we are fed numbing untruths to keep us reacting or behaving in certain ways, or to shut us up, to keep quiet about the spells being cast as our souls are being stolen from us. Of course there is good in the souless technology that surrounds us, but we have to stay awake. Thanks Shiloh for bringing this before our eyes.
Yes, so fast, too fast... And something 'not right' (felt that at 3 and verbalized at 5)... And Feelings... I'd just written about my felt state(s) when I got your post this morning. Now sharing here ...
(and later discovering hadn't hit 'post' . Me not so 'fast' today lol.) ...
Personal Context: Returning home from yet another surgery and more sad-making news
Reflection: Am home. Adjusting. To everything it seems.
Sometimes twisting in the winds.
Sometimes sitting in the eye of Storm.
Seem to be seeking to remind/remember myself. Am 'I' still here?
Sometimes dancing a change of story.
Sometimes... shock-numb, frozen...
Sometimes thawing and re-freezing again...
Often without words or marks or movement to express the any/all of it
May this just be a point in the journey and may the journey get better
❤
and these feelings, I realize, are the feelings I've been feeling increasingly over the years as I see all that is happening to Earth, to the Waters, to the Forests, to Air/breathe......
and now all the feelings and concerns and fears and sadness are for inside as well as outside. They are connected. one of the other as one....
As far as able to go in this moment. Just witnessing the inside and out. ❤