Colony Revisited

[Cap'n Jack]

I thought it wise to leave the very first part of the 'Colony' model untouched, as it does show that I was seeking a biological answer to the activities and motive of serial killers, rather than the limited and normal motives dictated by sexuality, anger and frustration.

'Colony

I am much taken with the idea that when you watch two ants enter an
area of arena they will rush about madly until they find each other
and then touch feelers in assurance of their common race and then
rush about madly again, however if they touch feelers with an ant
from another tribe the contact will result in instant death. For the
soldiers will be called and the bits and pieces of the stranger ant
will be taken back to the nest.
I am much taken by this itch, and when I scratch the bitch, I find I
scrape at the edge of a universe where someone else has scratched at
that itch a thousand times and this in turn becomes another
universe. A black hole of an excuse for the non-existence of another
entire universe where soldier ants work tirelessly to clear their
nest of dross that floats in from yet another universe.
I watch the ants at work and am much taken with the idea that a
single individual will float at the very apex of his creation for a
tiny sparkle of time and then all will be consumed by the inexorable
advance of the colony, and that individual's contribution will be
but mote in some god's eye in some distant universe, whilst the true
destiny and purpose of the colony remains unknown and vexed to the
idea of creation.
I am drawn to the ants I suppose because they have no sexual motive,
for they serve a single master who adopts each individual's creative
contribution to the universe and adapts it to a single will. Here
there be no flesh, just hard mandible and eggs to move.
They serve their god and they do it well.
There is no question and there is no answer.
I have seen the solitary worker come upon some hapless prey,
dispatch it and rush back to the nest with corpse triumph born, and
the colony ignore it and carry on with its work. The worker lays it
down at some useful point where a soldier finds it and carries it in
similar triumph to dump it outside the nest. Law makers and law
breakers.
Who made that law?
From whence came that command.
Was it an intelligent communication from the gods?
Who knows what messages an individual may receive from the universal
swell and who knows if that message come from heaven or hell?'

[Natalie Severn]

A quick question AP.Do ants have a central nervous system? Are they capable of thought?
Best
Natalie

[Cap'n Jack]

I talk of the white ant here, Natalie, the termite.
Marais spent his entire life studying the pesky little varmints and his conclusion was that they had a collective soul, and thought. An illustration:

'It was, said Marais, comparatively simple to illustrate a stunning power: "One can separate a part of the termitary with a steel plate, in such a fashion that there is no communication between the termites on either side of it. Nevertheless the same curve of arch ... is built on either side of the plate."

Someone knicked his study and won a Nobel prize for it. Poor old Marais shot himself in the head. Remind you of anything?

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony One

It is vital to note that specific individuals - or better
said `types' as that may be a better interpretation
of `individuality' - are allotted specific tasks within the colony.
On the other hand, we as more complex beings, feel subject to and
prone to outside influence - as opposed to the individual ant who is
pre-cast and moulded by creation for his individual task - however
we may too be influenced by this specific biological situation as
specific individuals by subtle messages trickling back to us from
society as a whole, and these messages may well be acting as
triggers to creative urges and surges shared wholesale by society in
thought but then acted upon by specific individuals within the
colony by powerful bursts of physical action, usually directed to
the benefit of the colony. Usually.
These subtle messages are carried forth into the colony by the
normal paths of communication within that colony, but being of a
discrete and almost subliminal nature they are not widely understood
by the majority, but only by a few individuals who may be
hypersensitive to such signals through their unusual circumstance or
happenstance, or alternately might be creative individuals whose use
of certain areas of the brain and mind - not normally employed by
the non-creative individuals within the colony who employ the logic
and reasoning zones - allow them to receive and comprehend these
almost subliminal messages which are generated by the whole of the
colony rather than a specific group of individuals within the
colony.
If you like, the messages are creative awareness signals generated
by the prevailing natural condition of the entire colony, rather
than the collective of an uncertain sum of individuals within that
community. Then almost imperceptibly the colony reacts at any given
time to these specific signals through designated individuals
scattered throughout the community at random.
The outcome can often be the sudden sparkling of cosmic genius and a
true understanding of the colony, this we are able to see in
individuals like Winston Churchill or Leonardo da Vinci, and these
individuals attempt to push the boundaries of the colony to the
outermost limit by using their canny intelligence and powerful grasp
of the universe to the positive benefit of the colony.
When received and acted upon by this type of individual the signals
are beneficial to the whole.
Other individuals touched by the subliminal messages react in a
chaotic uncoordinated fashion, producing inspired visions of a
frenetic but nonetheless beautiful colony which other individuals
within the community may take inspiration from but do not truly
understand. Here we talk of individuals of the ilk of William Blake
or Van Gogh, who touch the very skies of our creative genius, and by
producing inspired works of art change the very fabric of the colony
for all time.
Then there is the third group of individuals who receive these
signals.
These then are the individuals within the colony who are subject to
what Bob Dylan termed the `Alien Wind'.

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony Two

Then we have the third group of individuals who are also susceptible
to these subtle messages broadcast by the colony as a whole. Make no
mistake, these individuals receive exactly the same signals as the
other groupings, beamed directly into the creative part of their
brain and or mind. However it is in the individual interpretation of
these signals that a major problem seems to occur.
For we are looking at individuals here whose creative urges seem to
be somehow sacrificed to ego; although the creative side of their
mind may well be unlocked by the incessant and subtle signals, at
the same time these signals seem to generate a creative short cut to
the solution which the signals wish to produce.
We may compare the situation to a worker ant suddenly switching his
frequency from the colony and hence receiving signals sent out by
the colony intended solely for the soldier ant. The worker ant then
attempts to fulfil a role within society for which it is ill-
equipped and is patently unable to do so.
Mayhem ensues.
Chaos descends upon the colony when the wrong signals are received
by the wrong individuals.
Worse still is when it is the soldier ant that receives the wrong
signal, for a soldier ant set amongst the working ants may blatantly
view them as the enemy and wholesale slaughter will be the
inevitable result. Obviously the other soldier ants will not
understand the concept of one of their own troops attacking
individuals within the colony who they are bound by creation to
protect, and their normal protective and aggressive combat instincts
will remain dormant without a recognizable enemy.
These soldier ants who are there to protect the colony - our law
enforcement officers if you like - appear enormously reluctant to
carry out their task when it comes to the apprehension and
curtailment of a killer or rogue soldier who is actually carrying
out the deep rooted biological wishes and natural designs of that
colony, and I strongly suspect that this is because the law
enforcement officers instinctively recognise the killer as a fellow
soldier from their own sub-class of the population, and are unable
to escape the biological impact of such a superbly natural
situation.
But of course there is a rub.

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony Three

Rather than pushing these signals outwards back into the colony
where they may be a force for real and potent change in society,
these particular individuals from the third grouping actually
swallow these signals and push them inwards where they undergo a
radical change of frequency and hence meaning. However, thus treated
the signals may well assume even more power in the society in which
they are about to be unleashed.
That is the rub.
For the message is the same whosoever hears it, the third grouping
of individuals are merely adept at short-cutting a lengthy
biological procedure which we flippantly term `evolution`.
I see these particular and peculiar individuals as part of a
biological machine that has been working undisturbed deep within the
colony for thousands of years, a natural machine that has as its
purpose and destiny the actual cementation and twinning of the two
separate sexes that do split the colony into half and hence weaken
its inherent colonial strength, the purpose and natural aim of the
killer soldier is to create a single asexual creature that can
better fulfil the creative and command powers that the colony
ultimately demands.
Inherent in this biological process are the falling sperm counts
amongst the male gender within the colony, itself an infallible
index of the direction of the colony, and when this is matched to
the blurring lines that begin to obscure the two different sexes
through the natural vehicles of transsexuals, transvestites and
individuals obsessed with their own sexual gender rather than a
desire for sexual reproduction… we begin to see that the killer
soldier, so to speak, is on the very cutting edge of a unique
biological process.
His attacks on other individuals within the colony being no more
than the result of a soldier ant being signalled by a higher source
to clear the nest of all individuals who do not fit the narrow
future format of the colony's existence, in this case the female
population.
Obviously a single killer soldier on his own could not accomplish
the task alone, so what we have seen is a dramatic increase in the
broadcast of these signals and many more individuals responding to
those signals in a similar fashion to what we could call
the `originals`. Our killer soldiers of history.
The colony is cleansing itself and the ultimate purpose and aim is
to create an asexual soldier/worker unit that fits into an asexual
soldier/worker society controlled, fuelled and directed by a single
production unit encompassing the natural capacity for reproduction
in a totally asexual fashion.
We must now examine these signals and their effect on specific
individuals within the colony.

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony Four

The signals sent out by the colony are multifarious and certainly
way beyond our own ken unless as particular individuals we are
touched by them, but the increase in frequency traffic in the last
100 years certainly seems to point to very real and irreversible
evolutionary change within the colony, in particular with regard to
the fragile sexuality of the colony being divided amongst a warring
male and female population patently at evolutionary odds with one
another.
The alarming decline worldwide in male sperm counts - where today
the vast majority of the male population of the colony appear to be
clinically sterile - and then the blending and blurring of the two
independent sexes into what appears to be a single sexual being,
appear to be guiding the colony clearly towards a sexual system
requiring the presence of but a single sex in the majority and then
a single reproductive female to satisfy the entire evolutionary and
sexual needs of that dominant male population.
In an essential process of biological winnowing and evolutionary
cleansing we are witnessing the emergence of a new race of beings
who will one day no doubt be totally asexual creations, serving a
single sexual master - or mistress - capable of cloning itself to
repopulate the colony with devastating speed in times of natural
disaster or need.
Instead of a division based along sexual orientation the new colony
will simply be divided along a line of strict employment codes…
worker or soldier.
Now the original 'slayers' would have liked this concept, and were
indeed working towards a similar end, as we will see.
The signals - which Dylan called `Alien Winds' - are of course
broadcast by and to the colony as a whole, the fact that they appear
to reach predetermined individuals within the colony is nowt but
happenstance and good fortune, the signals are not intended to evoke
individual responses, they are in fact grooming and smoothing
signals designed to ensure the direction of the colony. However it
is merely enough that certain individuals within the colony hear and
absorb the signals. With these individuals - who react to these non-
specific signals in a specific manner - we are looking at a matter
so complex that it might ultimately prove impossible to explain in
human terms that any of us would understand.
I am certainly willing to try though, but the expanse may prove too
wide for this forum.
Perhaps it is simpler to view the signals as AC or DC, the colony as
a whole responding to AC, but only certain individuals responding to
DC. The AC signals require no direct action but merely biological
acquiescence. The DC signals however do prompt selective individuals
within the colony to take specific actions which will motivate and
move the colony as a whole.
To give it a sudden push as it were, so that the DC moves the AC,
instead of the other way around which is the norm.
This duality of signals ensures the colony is moving in the natural
direction that the colony wants to - biologically speaking that is -
as the intellect and intelligence of the colony may well be striving
for some other more noble direction into the future, but the self
protective elements inherent in biological evolutionary progress
will constantly kick in and cause the colony to swerve
uncontrollably back to its predestined destination.
In other words the original 'slayers' bloody actions and deeds in
response to the signals will be far more effective in determining
the eventual future of the colony than the intellectual or artistic
responses of giants like William Blake or Winston Churchill.
For nature will out, and the 'slayer' is the worm in the bud.
As insidious and frightening as the prospect may be, these 'slayers'
are but fulfilling the destiny that awaits us all in the future.
Killers ahead of their time who understood the alien winds that were
blowing through the colonies of change.
Men of the future indeed.

[Robert]

AP, I don't know whether I made this point before, but current developments - and one must always be careful when extrapolating from current developments, as they are usually transitory - would seem to suggest the reverse, i.e, it is the male of the human species who is in trouble. Certain animals I believe have an arrangement whereby the female carries around the male within her body, as a sort of parasite. And there are fish where several females are fertilised by a solitary male. If the male dies, the highest ranking female turns into a male.

Women are now able to conceive a child without a partner (i.e. they can use a sperm bank). Then, if they don't have a career, social services will ensure that the child doesn't starve. The workplace increasing;ly seems to require physically lighter work, with a premium on cooperation and multi-tasking. Of course, there are still areas that women lag behind in, but it does seem to me that society in general is becoming incresingly matriarchal.

Robert (trying to stop smoking, eating plenty of fruit and watching the calories - whatever they are)

[Cap'n Jack]

Yes, we have been here before, Robert. I remember mentioning the strange case of the 'Cheer' pheasants from Formosa where the females bereft of a male elect the most dominant female to be the male, and she changes sex accordingly and does the business. I think we probably also discussed the American rhea, where the male takes over all the usual female roles.
However, although the Colony model appears at first hand to be based on the premise of the male sex eventually becoming the dominant player, when not the only, I am in consideration of the peculiar situation which has been developing in many species across the globe where chemical pollution, imitating hormones, appears to be favouring the female of the species, to such an extent that these species are actually in danger of extinction because the males have all become females. I think it is the larger marine reptiles and mammals of the American seaboard that have reflected this weird process, and numerous sea birds from the same area.
I think my evolutionary argument is for a single gender of human species, but I just don't know whether to put a skirt or kilt on.

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony 5

Let us attempt to give these subliminal messages a history of sorts.
It is worth a consideration to acknowledge that all modern pop music
is thought to emanate from a single Canon - tell me the Canon and
you win tonight's major prize.
Just a consideration.
Isolating individual signals from the white wall of sound that we
call history is a parlous task, but with the late Victorian period -
a period of massive construction within the colony - we have VHF,
SW, FM and even Microwave, for the individual was answering a chord
of sound quite unique in the history of the colony, a message of
such overpowering beauty and moment that it has had its persuasion
and persuaders since time first trickled through the open door of an
expanding universe. We talk of intensity and power here, we talk of
taboo and the breaking of taboo, we talk of blood.
Also we talk of a signal that seemed to peak exactly at the time
that individuals within the colony set out to murder and mutilate
women.
`Tis a strange little signal with its origins in the great flowering
of the Renaissance when giants of the ilk of da Vinci began to
dissect the basic human condition using knife rather than paint.
Instead of pointing a brush at canvas, these artists took up the
knife and started to slice up humanity, so much so that human
anatomy became art, and art became murder through a weird and
ritualised process whereby female corpses were laid out in public
view in theatres and halls to be ripped and sliced apart by highly
paid anatomists of their time.
To the utter delight of their rapturous audiences these soldier ants
would rip and slice their victims to tumultuous applause, the final
act of pleasure being when they would lift the still beating heart
out of their victims and show it to the frenzied colony with the
blood dripping down their arms.
A taboo had been lifted.
In other words the very public stabbing and slicing up of the female
victims was suddenly transformed from the forbidden and strictly
taboo ridden realms of biblical lore and tradition right into the
public domain where it became a respectable audience participation
event much like a television quiz show today.
A boogey board of murder, and the late Victorian period surfed that
wave for the very first time.
No, a taboo had been exploded, full in the face of the colony.
The signal was clear.

[Cap'n Jack]

Colony 6.

Sort of limping around the corner at this exact stage in the
development of the colony was a fairly innocuous - and to most
members of the colony patently unimportant - event:
The establishment of the first medical school for members of the
colony of the female persuasion.
Women were to be elevated from the status of workers to soldiers; in
other words instead of men slashing at them with knifes they were
now going to be doing the slashing, and it would be the soldiers
they would slash.
A rather rude and unwelcome wake-up call for the comfortably attired
and fat-arsed gentlemen of the late Victorian era who took to the
knife when their reproductive organs failed them and vented their
fury and frustration on the internal reproductive workings of the
beast they could not satisfy whilst Freud maintained a slow hand
clap in the background.
The continuing and increasing obsession during the late Victorian
period with human anatomy would in itself represent a wholesome
danger to the colony - or better said the female representatives of
the colony - but when that obsession became a public spectacle it
also became respectable.
The signal was thus empowered, assuming a positive and reassuring
tone that allowed the public spectacle of a fellow colony member
being ripped apart and plundered to be viewed as the norm. Wrapped
in emerging science the art of killing and plundering a fellow being
was not only acceptable but respectable.
We talk of art.
The linkage is wobbly, but it will hold the train over the tracks.
Critical perhaps is the magical difference the colony has taught us
with smoothing signals that it is acceptable to slice and stab a
corpse for medical or scientific reasons but unacceptable to do the
same to a living member of the colony.
This is rare distinction, which holds no water, but we have become
inured to this particular message and now accept it is the norm.
The problem being of course that a soldier of the nature we discuss
would not have recognised that difference.
For the signal had been sent.
And a signal sent is a signal received.


Colony 7

I am constantly drawn to an incident which occurred during the late
Victorian period that I believe gives us a useful insight into the
type of signals that were around in the constructive stages of the
colony.
This was the attack in broad daylight on Jane Shore at a fairground
where she was beaten and then raped by a group of men whilst the
onlookers - who included women and children - stood around them and
encouraged the men with applause, catcalls and whistles.
This incident has long baffled me, and I have always felt it to be
an arrow into the heart of the universe in 1888.
The incident has no rationality or logic - in our time slice anyway -
for I don't believe any of us would be willing to stand by and
watch a young lady be brutally beaten and raped by a gang of men in
a public place. Not only willing but then clap the bastards on.
Something is missing here, and I believe what is missing is our
misunderstanding of the signals the colony was generating at that
time.
We have attempted to apply logic, law and rationality to such an act
when perhaps we should have applied the creative spirit of the
colony in the awesome production of such a disgusting piece of art.
At exactly the same time as Vincent was cutting off his ear and
producing sunflowers and corn fields that could swirl like the sun,
Jane Shore was being beaten and raped, and Jack the Lad was cutting
of whore's ears and producing works of art that pre-empted the shock
artists of our present age by a hundred years.
When I look at photographs of Merry Kelly's room after Jack had
finished painting I see Andy Warhol grovelling about with a can of
beans and I see Damien Hirst with a thirst for blood.
Were it but a kick of colony at the turning of the century?
Could it be that at the turning of the millennium clock - and as the
tick of a century was due to pass - the colony sent a silent
messenger hence to help bend the purpose of time with a time and a
purpose that scratches the groove?
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the creative giants who
were to follow that turning of the century - such as Dali and
Picasso - would have had nothing but admiration for such as Jack and
his purpose.
For they too wished to scratch that groove.
Like we all do… those of us with a creative bent that is.
I see the attack on Jane Shore as an impressionist painting, stand
close and you will be confused by the swirls and dots, stand back
and you will be rewarded with an impressionistic work of art.
More than that I see a genetically created creative reward system in
operation here, in other words as events and great works unfold over
the course of a century and emerge into a new millennium we see
their reward in our time when in the actual age the events and art
were created the reward was bitter rejection, poverty and ignoble
death.
Now Vincent can command an enormous sum, $25 million being not
unusual, and authors like Cornball Wallis can command a fee of $6
million for writing about the actions of a lonely little man called
Jack at the turn of the last century.
Here then is simply revealed the deeply insidious workings of the
colony at its true purpose, the propagation of essential signals to
guide that colony through centuries rather than days.