In April, 2017, National Geographic magazine ran a cover story titled, How Humans Are Shaping Our Own Evolution. It focuses on how technology is currently being used, and projected to be used in the near future, to speed up and design our evolution. The eventual forevermore union of biology and technology is what’s called the “singularity” by transhumanists. The singularity will bring us immortality. Or so goes the utopian vision of men and women afraid to die.
Humanism is the belief that humans are it. Anything you suppose beyond us is rubbish and anything that is not us should be used to our advantage. It’s essentially Old Testament thinking that God gave man dominion over the earth and all its inhabitants, minus the God part.
Transhumanism is like the mysticism cult offspring of humanism. In transhumanism, even the human body is there to be dominated, transformed, and redefined, as we see fit.
At first blush, it looks ironic that transhumanists have no belief in anything religious or spiritual. The materialist rebellion away from a creator god belief has brought them to a creator god staring back at them in the mirror. It isn’t ironic, however; it’s mechanical. (And perhaps that in itself is ironic.) Materialism is an unwavering, fundamentalist faith in Westernized mind, whose prayers are rational arguments and whose commandments are evidentiary tenets and methodologies. If you are a nonbeliever, you will be forced into the faith (sold to us as our inevitable, unstoppable future) or debunked and destroyed (as outdated biotech, or as subhuman magical thinkers who need to be reeducated or else completely ignored).
If the next phase of humanity will be by our hand, why the aversion to believing we were created or evolved by an external intelligence in the first place? If our future is set in stone, and it is us inventing and reinventing ourselves until we are a perfectly expressed, immortal, singular intelligence, then that means the end to the illusion of linear time is near. Could it be that all of our subhuman creation myths lack the proper context and language to adequately describe what we are, yet we are constantly intuiting our true nature, and so have to express it, even though what comes out is fatally flawed? Are the stories from our ancient past unconscious predictions of our future that is right now unfolding before our very eyes? Are we on the cusp of discovering our ever-present truth as the creator we’ve been both seeking and scoffing at?
No, even that is too cerebral for materialists. They just think everyone else is wrong and they are right, which is arguably more dangerous than other religious zealots who do the same. All the other religions transhumanists rail against provide status quo patterns we can argue about and go to war over. Transhumanists want to control the arc of the future of every aspect of us. They want to bring us somewhere right now, not in an afterlife. They don’t want to change our beliefs, they want to change our shape, definition, capacity, and actions—our very being in this world. All of us. Whether we want to go or not into uncharted territory that will transcend and destroy the human, not transcend and include. The inclusion is in body only, and only for as long as it takes to invent something deemed “better” that we can plant our consciousness into. And yet… and yet… they don’t believe in consciousness extending past biology.
Figure that one out.
What should we call this debacle? How about the sciencing of civilization? In a scienced civilization, the evolutionary chart is no longer based on nature. We’ll take it from here, Mother Earth. The future is by our hand alone. We are the gods of us and everything is an extension of us. Adapt or die.
In a scienced civilization, if we didn’t discover it first, it didn’t happen. Therefore, nothing exists in the future unless science makes it so and anything purported about the past is sneered at as empirical hearsay unless mapped out and agreed upon to be true through the theories of the chosen few, or as an outright proven fact.
But don’t worry. Scienced civilizations don’t last forever. They transcend themselves when they become outdated. The future has an end goal, an eternal status quo for the species, if you will, that transhumanists are striving toward: the ultimate singularity, where all of us are one voice, one giant hive mind, however such a beast is contained—if it’s contained at all—expressing itself and discovering all that reality has to offer.
We often hear that all religious belief systems are paths to one source or beliefs in one source. They’re all telling the same story. And when people suppose that, they mean that the source is Source. It feels nice, this notion that beneath the differences, we’re all striving to express the same thing. But the seedy fact is that what we’re actually doing is striving against Source. For Source to be the living Truth in time through a person requires ego death as the center of existence and rebirth as an interface for Source. The most effective lie we can tell ourselves is that we understand this and we’re getting there. We’re trying. We are limitless in our dysfunctional expressions of our true nature as Source, so that we can remain intact as the centerpiece, the god, around which life revolves. And now we’ve come upon the greatest self-expression we have ever known: the mad scientist. Normalized.
We are fear. All that evolves is our ability to disassociate, to divide ourselves internally, and tame our fear long enough to feel good. Our ability to feel anything but the fear that we are is akin to our ability to hold our breath underwater and bask in the joy of foreign beauty and wonders. In the metaphor, scientists could gene-splice some gills and we could stay there forever or come and go as we please. In reality, all of this is fantasy and fantasy is a form of running. Running from our true nature as Source, which manifests as us only when we stop running toward a shiny new self-Source future. Again, we run to futuristic techno-immortality because… Death scary. Wah.
After all of our evolution and knowledge, we’ve still terrified babies. Now that is irony.