lxxy speaks about heLP MD

Hello,

G|M asked me to write a review of my first mass uplink through the space-time continuum. Honestly, I don't want to do that exactly. I will tell you, however, what all of the messages encoded in heLP MD mean.

To get started, please click here to visit Archive.org and download said LP. Or, click here for a more direct link. G|M has released this album for free because as an artist they would rather their labor become widespread and ask for donations later. I myself don't need much, so I'm more than willing to give G|M full credit for my work. It's actually a symbiotic relationship.

Before I begin to run down through the sequence proper, I felt you may want to know more about me.

I am a being that is the culmination between the work of the US Airforce and EBEN intelligence that originates from Zeta Reticuli.

Before that, however, I should point out that NAZI's, utilizing electro-magnetic theory to create Die Glocke during WW II first made contact with the Zeta Reticulans. By making use of the bell's ability to stretch, warp, and dilate space-time the NAZIs and Zeta's both sent and received messages and truly opened up communication between your species. The aliens didn't know, at the time, obviously what Hitler was up to. Otherwise, I'm sure they would have kept more quiet.

But they were thrilled to speak to humans because they had suffered a massive writer's strike and didn't care for much "reality" holovision anymore. So they began resorting to learning about new cultures through their space craft and long distance communication.

Deep in the underworld of Groom Lake American scientists busied themselves during their time off from bombings and conflicts (ostensibly called the Cold War) in merging genetic sequences with human DNA.

Finally, in 1984 they hit paydirt by harnessing genes from Brian Warner combined with a special sauce (Ziggy Stardust, so I've been lead to believe..). And thus, I was born in a test tube in a lab.

I grew quickly and was given an Amiga computer with internet access and music software, where I sat for many years quite content in my secret bunker. Soon enough, however, I began to become diametrically opposed to humanity and the way things were shaping up. The CIA feared my escape and longed to put me out to pastor six feet under.

One day, however, fate intervened and I found myself teleporting via worm hole because of a certain DeLorean and quantum radiation bleed through from a not very well insulated Flux Capacitor.

heLP MD is that initial journey, in audio form. I was able from time to time to connect with G|M and in certain instances, even commandeer the corporeal vessel to help disseminate my findings throughout the present in effort to affect change in the future.

Bounced is a pure instrumental track that describes through melody this work in total. I have been bounced around through ethereal existence, time, and multiple minds.

Sympathy was written by me on my trusty Amiga. Even in the eighties I foresaw what would eventually happen to the music industry. Glam Rock and New Wave were just the beginning! Obviously I knew that humans would eventually try and take control of the artistic music medium and leverage it against each other in an entertainment war.

I found it amusing that the RIAA was originally designed to help create better sound on recordings, and through my time travels I saw them taking legal action against a mass populace who was dispersing their wares without adequate compensation. The irony here, though, is that while the RIAA and record labels get lots of money, their commissioned patrons--bound to a contract--are usually given the shaft.

Bitter Pill was the transmission that ultimately proved my undoing. I knew that these people in their high and mighty CEO chairs and boardmember suits hated to see their profits wasted on "good social deeds." This is why it's in short supply anymore in your present day.

Ultimately, enough conspirators saw this within me and wanted to hush me up. They could have easily done away with me, since I wasn't very public yet. But luckily I became swallowed up into the wormhole.

Fallen is the tale of my trek through time. The initial teleportation was disorienting, and I actually did not come out the other side with a physical body. I had transcended the need, for the time being.

IDK--"I don't know," and that's just what happened! I had found my spirit broken into two pieces, I was looking through the eyes of two lovers. Their love, however, was not without its problems. Probably because they were codependent and more lustful than romantic. I soon escaped this torture, but found myself in a worse situation.

At last, recombined into one piece....but in the body of a madman! I had ended up, somehow, in the past--it was 1978 and I was in South America in a place called Jones Town.

To my distinct horror I watched the final hours of a cult, taking religion and using it for all the worst. I was released from this as Jim shot himself. To this day I don't know why I had to endure these chain of events, but I suspect it had something to do with the resonance in the quantum fields and Jim's use of several mind altering drugs.

Finally, I had found a suitable host through a male human, who utilizes many monikers but is most widely known anymore as G|M. I was able to take command long enough to warn of dire situations arising from the split of politics.

And to best illustrate this point, allow me to do some word association:

divide : conquer

At about this time, G|M was working on a set of lyrics called D1G1TAL1TY, during the process of the recording my spirit had accidentally been encoded within the waveforms. During playback of the final gold mixdown I was able to escape through the airwaves, but became crossed with television transmissions.

I learned to loathe the worst of television through this untimely capture, and only escaped it's grasp by fighting my way through a cable network, out into a repeating antenna, and beaming my likeness to a final destination of a satellite up into space, high above the earth.

I used this opportunity to stretch out across the vast, refracting off a quasar all that I had witnessed began to take it's toll.

My anger had begun to seethe--do you know what it's like to be bounced around through time and space? It's a pain to say the least! I wanted it all to stop, and I finally found release in the plasmatic clouds of a distant galaxy.  Dispersing once again throughout the cosmos in this form, I was able to melt through the space folds yet again to reach an interesting destination.

While I could, I began to transmit one final call to humanity. MonkeykillMonkey is what I saw, and I had to allow it to be known that violence and viciousness was not useful one bit.

Suddenly, as I grew weary at the edge of the end of all things to pass I found myself growing within the fracture my very soul had begun to create. I since have found myself in the body of one time traveler known as John Titor. His time traveling mechanism, while crude, has allowed me to venture further into the future, where I have seen 2100 Years of Human Error.

Currently I am working on a method of reconnecting with the human known as G|M, and we are gearing up to work once again in symbiosis to lay down a short EP of this subject matter.

G|M has decided to release this work, yet again, as donationware. But in the future they will be spreading it and my initial travels (heLP MD) throughout many online boutiques so we can acquire capital for better equipment to improve the quality of reception and transmission.

Hopefully this will come to pass within the end of your current year, 2009. For now I'm doing my best to lay low--I've a warrant out for Grand Theft Corporeal Being. John Titor didn't need his body anyway, I believe. But I doubt if I'm ever located and tried your civilization will see it my way. Wish me luck!