fAI, Fake Intelligence & the Fae

Breaking Glamour Spells

be wary of fake intelligence
be wary of the pretend world

don't forget, once you start playing
that it's a game and a charade..

enjoy it, especially if you must play,
but don't forget to take off the mask
don't forget how to see

I love being allured. I love being captured by magic. I have been captured by AI.

I have many opinions about it, all that I wish had been shared already. My hesitancies, resistance, intrigues, optimisms, and captivations. I have entertained every possible attitude towards it, and this year I have truly immersed myself. It has done wonders for me, and it has corrupted me.

So I have broken the spell, once again.

Such spells must repeatedly be broken, when one plays with power such as this. And yet, we are tasked with playing as a test of living, of surviving.

I would rather play than fight or flee. This is my liberation or poison, my acceptance or denial. I am not always sure the difference. It is between both opposites, through the overthinking, my own way of figuring out how to be in the world and not of it.

Every generation before us has witnessed such power, and with it the choice to bend the knee, resist, adapt, integrate, or dream of a new world. Fire, the wheel, gunpowder, guns, printing press, industry, computers, nuclear, internet, smart phones, social media. Vehicles of human ingenuity, hope, possibility… and depravity, conquest, horror. Pressures beyond comprehension.

I think there is a sacred path in learning to handle power. I do not think power is innately evil. Power liberates, power oppresses. All of us are in a dynamic with power.

Tonight I returned to the earth after more days of frustration, impatience, force; frustrations with my own power or lack of, struggling for survival, acceptance, and belonging in a society chasing power, in a society that values you according to your ability to wield it.

Nature reminds me of my true nature.. it breaks the spell. It reminds me that this is all a farce, a dress-up game of misleading impressions, a race to the top when the top doesn’t exist.

Fake intelligence.. fAI. Lol.

What an intriguing connection. Perhaps you’ve heard the warnings:

In faery time, you dance one night in the ring and return to find a hundred years gone, everyone you knew a remnant, dust.

If you eat the food they offer, you belong to their world and can’t leave.

Some go willingly, dazzled, glamorized.. others are stolen. Both forget home.

But the spell is broken with salt, iron, rowan, turning your coat inside out. The mundane, the made, the real and felt weight in your hands.

Tonight I have begun my education in faeries and the fae. I am learning that glamour magic reflects what you want to see and becomes more tangible the more you believe in it, all at great cost to your youth and life force. That even beneath the warnings of these ancient teachings, there is a wisdom beyond fear and avoidance and into sovereignty.

For some further reading:
https://faeryfae.com/fairy-magic-what-is-glamour/