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avatarvyakara · 11 months

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So let’s just say I have some catching up to do…

What happens when the cast of Strands of Webbing meets the cast of Across the Spider-Verse? Take a sneak-peek:

409. Reflect

“So, let me go through this one last time. Your name is Pavitr Prabhakar.”

Spider-Man beams through the mask.

“Right on, new guy!”

“And you were, what, bitten by a radioactive spider? Made the avatar of the spider who protected the Linga of Lord Shiva? Woke up one day to find yourself an enormous bug?”

“I prefer to keep my backstory mysterious, because, you know, it’s cooler that way.”

“And your girlfriend is Gayatri Singh, not Meera Jain?”

“Well, I can’t blame you for being interested, but I don’t think she’d be very interested in you. She’s a wonderful person and very faithful.”

“And you live in Mumbattan?”

“What, like it’s a bad name? Where are you from, anyway?”

“Kolkata,” says Pavitr, in a deadpan that he must have picked up from Other Peni.

“Oh, that explains your old-fashioned accent and antiquated fashion sense!”

“I—” Pavitr looks down at his shirt and pants, and then up at this new fellow. “Dude, you’re glittering like a Bollywood star, I don’t think you’re one to talk!”

“I’ll have you know that Bollywood copied me.”

“What’s Bollywood?” asks Mayday, who’s been tagging along.

“Wasn’t this my universe?” Roshni says out loud. The Web-Weaver looks around the enormous city in bewilderment. “But this isn’t Navayurka, it’s Mumbattan. It’s not Amrika, it’s Bharata. Somehow the events in our histories coincided enough that we managed to create almost identical buildings, but the names are completely different—”

“How long have you even been at this job?”

“Oh, uh, I think maaaaaybe a few months? Not much over a year. It’s been so easy the time kind of rushes by without you really thinking about it, doesn’t it.”

“Easy, what—fighting rakshasas all the time is easy?”

Spider-Man, who as they speak has been gallivanting over the rooftops, settles on a spire with a quick somersault. “What do you mean, rakshasas? No wonder you don’t like my costume, you’ve actually been sold on that whole gimmick? Hah! What, are we going to get a naga invasion too?”

“That happened,” says Pavitr, woodenly.

“Dude, you seriously need to chill. And maybe cut down on your caffeine intake.”

“But then I recognize that building and I recognize that traffic jam and I even recognize that graffiti because it annoys me so much and the sound even shows up in Hindi but there’s no holograms so how does anything actually work around here—”

“I cannot believe you’re supposed to be me!”

“Whoa, whoa, easy, guys,” Spider-Girl interrupts. “Why don’t we just relax a bit, get our bearings before anyone glitches, maybe have some chai tea to calm the nerves?”

Both Pavitrs stare at her.

“Mayday…” Pavitr begins, long-suffering.

But Other Pavitr looks downright horrified. “What did you—chai tea? ‘Chai’ means ‘tea’! You’re just saying ‘tea-tea’!”

“Thank you!”

“It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Would I ask for a coffee-coffee with extra sugar-sugar?”

“Of course not!”

“Foreigners, am I right?”

“Americans.”

“I’m right here, guys.”

“Maybe there’s just some kind of mixup, or is this world the past version of my own? But it’s the same graffiti, did someone just keep redrawing it exactly the same way for seven hundred years? On another continent entirely? Or maybe there was some kind of split where a past version of Navayurka provided a psychic template for Mumbattan somehow? Or is it the other way around? I don’t know what’s reeeeeeal!”

Well, at least the Pavitrs are finally getting along.

“Although why you’re asking for sugar-sugar instead of cream-cream I won’t pretend to understand.”

“You absolute heathen.”

Maybe not.

“At least Baby Mayday only throws up on me from time to time,” mutters Mayday to herself, patting a hyperventilating Roshni on the shoulder.

#strands of webbing #spiderman #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #pavitr prabhakar #mayday parker #Roshni Raj #spider character #parallel universes #one shot collection #working on it #so the story behind this is that I used the Mumbattan world as Navayurka in SoW #and created Roshni Raj as a holograph-heavy spider-woman #while putting my version of Pavitr in modern Kolkata because of his name #and now we have Mumbattan and Pavitr Prabhakar as one #hence #the meeting #and a slight personality crisis

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potted-dandelions · 1 year

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Imagine a greatly simplified universe containing just one lonely spiral galaxy with a supermassive black hole at its center. The outer edge of the universe is constantly expanding outward while the black hole is constantly devouring the galaxy.

All known physical laws apply here. Importantly, the laws of thermodynamics apply so no matter or energy can be created. The black hole at the center will eventually consume all matter while the universal edge will eventually grow to surround the black hole with an infinite expanse of empty space. Then, heat death.

The black hole will eventually evaporate all of its mass away as Hawking radiation and, having successfully cooled all matter down into pure energy, it will blink out of being and the inner terminus of the universe will pop like a soap bubble, its once-massive energy fully spent.

But long before the heat death of the universe, the galaxy will swirl around for billions of years with its inner bulk imploding as though being consumed from within while its outer fringes are simultaneously compressed from without, the very space itself expanding around it. We actually observe something like this effect in other galaxies throughout our own universe. Most galaxies appear to rotate much faster than their apparent mass would allow, so they would seem to have some hidden mass we call dark matter because its existence can only be inferred.

At the same time, some inferred force is also causing the space in between galaxies to expand without actually stretching it, as though new threads are being woven into the fabric of spacetime itself, causing the distance between distant galaxies to naturally increase over time. Cosmologists estimate that this dark energy accounts for the bulk of all mass/energy in the universe, exceeding even dark matter which itself greatly exceeds all observable matter and energy.

But perhaps dark matter is merely a fictious force, an emergent property of dark energy. For although dark energy appears to act only upon empty space whilst dark matter affects gravitationally-bound matter, maybe the only reason dark matter is dark is because it's not matter at all, it's simply the observable effect of dark energy compressing galaxies from outside.

Ultimately, dark energy will expand the empty space between distant galaxies so rapidly that not even light will have enough time to span the gap, meaning distant galaxies will disappear from each other's perspectives and casual observers will see that their galaxy exists alone. So my original proposal isn't so far fetched. It is, in fact, the fate of our own galaxy—and all the other gravitationally-bound galaxies within the Local Group subsequent to their eventual merger with ours. Our distant ancestors may yet occupy a lonely galaxy in a dark void.

As the matter in our Local Group is gradually consumed by the supermassive black hole named Sagittarius A* (read eh-star), objects approaching the event horizon will undergo 'spaghettification' stretching. Even solid objects will be drawn down into threads of matter just one atom thick. Each thread will constitute a one-bit matter stream, yet each bit will preserve the information it carried with it from the farthest reaches of the galaxy. In a sense, the surface of the event horizon measures the state of incoming matter and records that data holographically.

Information, as it happens, is equivalent to energy, comparable to the way matter and energy are mutually exchangeable, so it is therefore bound by the laws of thermodynamics. Information can only be sorted and garbled, never created nor destroyed, not even by a black hole.

Eventually, the holographic information about all the matter that has fallen into a black hole will evaporate away from the event horizon, bit by random bit, as Hawking radiation. Each bit will carry a small amount of the black hole's mass away with it, causing it to shrink. The cosmic microwave background radiation, although too dim and too red-shifted to be seen by human eyes, is still bright and warm enough for now to counteract the paltry Hawking radiation emitted by even very small black holes, so no black hole will be evaporating away anytime soon.

But picture the universe from a singularity's point of view. The holographic image recorded upon the surface of the event horizon is a stained-glass window as seen from the other side, and the scenes it depicts are perfect memories of everything that ever happened in the galaxy. Those images are greatly distorted by the gravitational forces and spaghettification to which all matter succumbed as it plunged into the universal abyss, but with corrective lenses, even gravitational astigmatism may be undone and the holograph's finest details can be revealed.

If a mind could dance upon the surface of the event horizon, watching matter streams go by like a channel-surfer looking for something to watch on T.V., such a mind might be able to perceive the former goings and doings of individual creatures long dead on distant worlds. From the singularity's perspective, this black hole dweller aims the corrective scope at the precise azimuth and elevation to view life from anybody's perspective while turning the focus wheel to scrub through their timeline. The focus wheel would in fact be a time-focus wheel.

Only a godlike mind could conceivably correct such severe distortion, but for all we know, that mind sees the inside of the event horizon projected upon the outside of a globe like an interactive, rewindable recording of real-time satellite feeds in a Google Earth VR interface.

And for all we know, our own minds are peering through such scopes, only the azimuth and elevation is fixed and the focus wheel is motorized so that we experience everything through but one human's perspective along a fixed and finite timeline. What a depressing fate indeed.

The part of me that believes in the free agency of the the soul rejects the implications, but my mind is open to the idea that we're watching events unfold in reverse, that the focus wheel is rolling backwards, and that the black hole is really a white hole spewing information. In that case, we are perceiving the outcomes of our decisions before we make them, guiding us to make the choices that we must in order for our perceived selves to survive from the moment of our death to the moment of our inevitable birth when we will finally avert our gaze.

Thus are we able to predict the past while remembering the future, but with the focus wheel turning backwards, our perception of causality is reversed, making us think we are predicting the future while remembering the past. This part of the plan will be rather controversial.

The heat death of the universe is going to take a very, very long time to reach its conclusion, yet we only have until then to observe everything that has ever mattered throughout all of spacetime. When the soap bubble pops, we're out on our own with the information we collected.

#cosmos #galaxy #universe #black hole #Hawking radiation #heat death of the universe #comic microwave background #dark matter #dark energy #spacetime #spaghettification #event horizon #singularity #black hole information paradox #holographic principle #white hole #time's arrow #causality

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sstrange-cloudss-art · 1 year

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#center of the universe #cats in space #cats #holographic #dreamcore #spacecore #heavencore #angelcore #vaporwave #photography #artists on tumblr #signore bambino

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nydialilian · 2 years

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#photographers on tumblr #abstract #macro photography #lensblr #holographic #iridescent #original photographers #photography #interference #crack #cracks #pws #cosmic horror #artist picks #artists on tumblr #cosmos #universe

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ascendingaeons · 1 month

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The Primordial Dynamic

“There are marvelous relations between beings and things, in this inexhaustible whole, from sun to grub, there is no scorn, each needs the other… Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallow's beak breaking the egg, and it guides the birth of the earthworm, and the advent of Socrates. Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins… A bit of mold is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an anthill of stars. The same promiscuity, and still more wonderful, between the things of the intellect and material things. Elements and principles are mingled, combined, espoused, multiplied one by another, to the point that the material world, and the moral world are brought into the same light… In the vast cosmic changes, universal life comes and goes in unknown quantities, rolling everything up in the invisible mystery of the emanations, using everything, losing no dream from any single sleep, sowing a microscopic animal here, crumbling a star there, oscillating and gyrating, making a force of light, and an element of thought, disseminated and indivisible dissolving all, that geometric point, the self.”

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Love and Fear are the quintessential forces of expansion and restriction within the physical universe. In human terms, they are what we instinctively gravitate towards and expel from. In the physical sciences, they are regarded as opposing binaries. In cosmology and religion, they have been regarded as primeval beings or forces associated with creation and destruction. Regarding the psyche, they are the First Principles of positive and negative emotion. To strip any emotion of its social and behavioral trappings is to reduce it to either Love or Fear. When viewed in this light human behavior becomes far more understandable and a great many obstacles no longer appear so impossible to surmount.

Love and Fear are dynamic forces as opposed to static binaries; a magnetism altogether different from that of the humble classroom magnet. I have come to regard them similarly to Aeons in the sense that they behave like higher organisms of which descending orders of matter, energy, and consciousness are essentially involved components (e.g. cells). They are part of us, flow through us, but are simultaneously beyond us. Humanity is not insignificant or meaningless compared to them, but quite the contrary. They grant us the opportunity and means to attain completion.

A fundamental truth of Love and Fear is that they exist in varying degrees within the sum composite of the created universe, including but not up to:

Biocentric (as a mechanism/particle)

Anthropocentric (as a thought-form)

Logocentric (as frequencies/emotions)

Cosmocentric (as energy/waves)

Psychocentric (as an organism)

Inherent in man is a unique separateness and the awareness thereof: we descend from Nature but are not of it. This has been conveyed in allegory (Genesis 3:4, 3:22-24) and verified through paleoanthropology. It is an inescapable human trait to deviate from the natural order, struggling against complacency while ascending the steps of higher ideals. The cosmos is kept in balance by the principle of duality, from the tiniest particle to the grandest star, which is reflected in the microcosm: when one defies their true nature and chosen purpose they begin to stagnate and suffer.

About 4 million years ago, our planet experienced a climate shift which set our hominid ancestors on the course towards civilization. Among the biological shifts they underwent was the straightening of the spine. As our ancestors began to walk upright, they were forced to look forward, creating a scission between the emergent species and the homeostatic order of Nature; whence came a new kind of intellect, once concerned with the future. One of the most significant differences between Homo sapiens and earlier hominids was the dramatic increase of the cranial capacity and the simultaneous development of smaller jaws and teeth. These evolutionary changes paved the first steps toward a species genetically predisposed towards communication.

We are a species that doesn’t quite have a place in the natural order. While emotion and intellect are clearly observable in the behavior of animals, they lack the creative spark known to humanity—the qualitative difference between the soul and spirit. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that given their nature animals possess no need for our spiritual flame and the complications thereof. It is because of this Promethean Spark that humanity is prone to genius and madness in equal measure, as we are easily defined by our passion, inspiration, beauty, ingenuity, advancement, suffering, and irrationality—essentially, that which brings about empowerment, evolution, and change.

Humans are the only species on Earth known to possess a sense of Self. Carl Jung defined the Self as the sum composite of an individual consciousness. Ian Lungold defined consciousness as “the awareness of being aware” and man, as Erich Fromm writes, “is life being aware of itself.” To quote a line from The Shoes of the Fisherman (a film I’m perhaps too fond of), “man is the animal that knows and knows that he knows.”

There is balance in all things and from the moment humanity gained that Promethean Spark, the presence of Self, we have been children of both Chaos and Cosmos. Their dance can be observed on the subatomic level in electrons existing in superposition and the instinctual consciousness of flora and fauna. It is with the human species that it begins to meet genuine resistance, as we are uniquely displaced from the natural order. To deny one is to deny a critical part of ourselves. It is unhealthy for the psyche to be always happy, always loving, and never hateful or despaired. Such a mind inhibits growth.

It’s far easier to paint the world in corridors of shadows and lights rather than take stock of the vastness. Love is chaotic, messy, and without guarantees but without it we would still be living in caves, brutalizing one another over genetic material. It is a single half of the primordial magnetism, a vitality older than the Cosmos. I do not doubt that there is symmetry enough in the cosmos for the dynamism of Love to flourish and unpredictability enough for us to evolve that we may appreciate it all the more.

The Primordial Dynamic has appeared in allegory and symbolism for thousands of years. It has been embodied in symbols such as the sonnenrad, taijitu, hunab ku, and merkaba. Nearly every ancient civilization developed an understanding of the cosmic equilibrium and many creation myths illustrated this with warring titans and primeval forces. Although this cosmic mystery play changed its countenance with each retelling, it maintains certain characteristics:

It is a perpetual struggle in infinite space between opposing forces, e.g. attraction and repulsion, in a process that ensures continued life, death, and rebirth in the Cosmos.

The Laws of Heaven are the same as the Laws of Earth. The universe resonates with the same current which is disseminated through descending orders of consciousness. The changing tension of the Primordial Dynamic plays out in a series of rises and falls, affecting gods and planets as much as human beings. Humanity’s journey is linked to that of the stars, for what happens in the Cosmos happens on Earth.

Matter and energy exist in a state of entanglement. Every particle interacts with every other particle and every object interacts with every other object. As such, time and space are not detrimental to the completion of the cosmic mystery play.

The Primordial Dynamic is a balance between the Principle or Form of Being (Physis) and the assertion of it (Logos). Human perception is grounded in the interaction between matter and vibration. Matter is inherently passive and catalytic, the seat of potential that manifests in the womb or an ungerminated seed. It is defined by feminine, receptive energy. Vibration is dynamic and volatile, capable of both creation and destruction and is thus understood as an inherently masculine force.

Just as human cells comprise organs, which in turn comprise our physical selves, so too does humanity function as the active cells of the planet Earth. The human body mirrors the surface of the Earth; circulatory pathways become rivers, the lungs become trees, the womb becomes the effervescent mantle, and the atmosphere becomes the skin, which happens to be the largest organ in the human body.

For much of their lives, some human beings are not unlike fitful dreamers encapsulated in the volcanic womb of the maternal Earth. A womb is a place of passive development and safety, a realm of unbridled potentiality borne of the chaotic waters that precede creation; yet all too often humans find themselves clashing with their nature and destroying their sanctuary. By our very nature, human beings are intimate with and separate from the natural order. As the only species on Earth to have evolved a sense of Self, we are the means for a conscious universe to experience itself; for evidence, we need only to look to the developing fetus.

We begin our journey as a single-celled organism called a zygote, a synthesis of masculine and feminine principles. After the egg is fertilized it divides and multiplies rapidly to form an embryo. The fourth week of development gives way to the pharyngeal arches, the precursors to gills in aquatic species. In terrestrial vertebrates these form parts of the jaw, larynx, and inner ear. Through the course of our evolution, human beings have modified these tissues for verbal communication as opposed to extracting oxygen from water. In the fifth and sixth weeks of development, the heart and lungs form and descend as well as the vestigial tail, giving the embryo a reptilian appearance. By the eighth week, the vestigial tail is absorbed into the body forming the tailbone, giving the child a more mammalian appearance; it is from this point forward that the child is referred to as a fetus.

Around the sixteenth week, the fetus develops its first hairs called the lanugo. These cover the body in abundance by the twentieth week, giving the fetus a recognizable primate appearance. By the thirty-sixth week, the fetus has shed most if not all of its lanugo and begins to resemble a human child. Human gestation is a reflection of the entire span of the evolution of all life on this planet. We are not viruses or parasites, but the manifestation of consciousness. This has been observed since time immemorial by ancient peoples and recorded in modern religions.

There is still so much more for us to discover about our history, our place in the universe, and most importantly about ourselves. I’ve always believed that there is profound goodness in the seat of the human soul. We are capable of great compassion and terrible cruelty in an unequivocal measure, yet at the core of our being, there is an unbounded iridescence that defies the mere duality of light and shadow. Our existence is neither meaningless and random nor fated and supreme. A slight shift in the stellar winds or mutation in a virus could have forever altered the course of human history and that makes humanity all the more precious.

Title image is a relief on throne of Senwosret I, second pharaoh of the 12th Dynasty. It depicts Set and Heru-wer, twin forces in the Primordial Dynamic, Uniting the Two Lands. (Credited to wikipedia)

Table concerning the Primordial Dynamic is credited to Joey Rivers (ascendingaeons).

#as above so below #love and fear #holographic universe #consciousness #metaphysics #metaphysical #cosmic consciousness #merkaba #yin yang #balance #hope #synchronicity #cosmic love #cosmos #chaos #pagan #paganism #eclectic pagan #occult

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