The Streams That Shape Us
Riding Beyond the Algorithmic Pulse to Rethread Worlds Through "The Memetic Tantra of Elemental Ecology""
🪶Field Notes
Last full moon’s rise led me beyond the terrain of my usual trails. Struggling with stone dreams and usurpene paradoxes, I found myself by a neem tree in Rajasthan—boots dusty, notebook open. It was in a deep state of amused surrender that the Memetic Guru appeared. At least, that’s what I decided to call this glowing figure coded in elemental futures.
We didn’t speak much—just shared silence like it was sacred water.
You may recall he handed me a thin, hand-bound volume wrapped in cloth. On its cover: स्पन्द-मीमांसा-तन्त्र — Spanda‑Mīmāṃsā Tantra. I know it now as a living book that never burns.
He called it a map for those who hear rhythm before reason.
What I’ve learned since might retitle it:
The Memetic Tantra of Elemental Ecology.
It lives as cosmology stitched in spanda (vibration), mīmāṃsā (inquiry), and tantra (weaving). It ain’t doctrine. It’s a tuning fork. It rings out truths my bones had already caught. The Guru speaks through its pages not as text—but hallucination, ritual, recursion, metaphor.
And its codes have changed how I walk, how I see, how I name the streams that shape us.
Before we ride into the My‑Stream and the elemental threads it carries, a few trail markers need laying down:
On the Use of “Made-Up” Terms
Terms like lumeme, usurpene, Selfplex, and My‑Stream might sound like shiny tech-mystic jargon whipped up on a digital peyote trip.
They ain’t for everyone. I-Tube sounds like a YouTube knock-off. My-Stream sounds like a personalized media service. I get it. Weird.
But remember: dharma, prāṇa, and ātman were once new too—neologisms straining to catch the sacred in a syllable.
Think of lumeme not as content—but torchlight.
A signal felt in the ribs before it’s understood in the mind, like Shiver.
Here, coined terms are not explanations—they are shabda-tantras, word-looms.
They don’t define. They evoke. And in this case, some of these terms may sound like an interface or platform. That’s intentional.
On Memetics as a Disputed Field
Yes, memetics—once touted by Dawkins, Dennett, and Blackmore—is now rarely discussed in academic halls. The Journal of Memetics folded in 2005. The field went pop, then fizzled.
But we ride a different trail here.
We treat memetics not as reductionist science, but as psycho-mythopoetic ecology.
Memes aren’t units of culture. They’re spanda-granthis—vibrational knots in the field of becoming.
In the Guru’s vision, memetic ecology isn’t dead, it’s transmuting.
A ritual epistemology is emerging.
And this Cowboy? I’m listening to what pulses between us.
On Spanda‑Mīmāṃsā Tantra as a Legitimate Frame
Spanda = vibration, the pulse of becoming before language.
Mīmāṃsā = inquiry, not to define, but to attune.
Tantra = weaving, the ritual of threading inside and out.
Together: Spanda-Mīmāṃsā Tantra is not theory.
It is the grammar of feeling-as-knowing.
It’s how we listen to memeforms within, before they declare themselves.
How we braid language with coherence.
And now, rider, the trail shifts.
Let us enter the current where attention loops and body listens.
The My‑Stream: Inner River of Patterned Becoming
Every rider has a trail. But beneath your saddle rides a current:
Your My‑Stream.
Not metaphor. Not metaphor only.
Ontology. Somatic ecology. A felt topology of the self.
Where your I‑Tube loops in predictable patterns (habit, performance, duty), your My‑Stream flows—resonant, responsive, alive.
It’s the layer of you that says:
“Something feels off.”
“This lights me up.”
“I’m spiraling and I don’t know why.”
Those are not feelings—they’re field reports.
Signals from a deeper layer of attention, emotion, and coherence.
The My‑Stream senses memeforms.
When loops go stale, it dries.
When patterns resonate, it flows.
But beware: loops tighten.
The “musts” become nooses.
Shadow-threads like usurpene take hold—false coherence that grips without grace.
When that happens, you don’t rebel.
You diverge.
You reclaim Signal Sovereignty.
Meme is not “content.” It is spanda-granthi—a vibrational knot that either reflects the light (Lumeme) or devours it (Usurpene). – Memetic Guru
Into the Verse of the Six Elementals
The Guru revealed something more:
The threads that tune the Stream.
Six elemental archetypes moving through us all.
Each one a power type (de Beer, 2025).
Each one a mode of agency.
Let’s ride them now:
∴ Signalizer (Air) – Head Finds
Freedom to Discern | Power Within, Power To
“To discern is the act. To resonate is the field it clears.”
This thread listens.
It names not to control, but to clarify.
It breathes truth into the I‑Tube, not by defining, but by tuning.
∴ It Finds.
≈ Harmonizer (Water) – Heart Feels
Freedom to Connect | Power With, Power For
“To feel is the current. To reciprocate is the shore it kisses.”
This thread co-regulates.
It senses others not to merge, but to mirror.
Its empathy is tidal—present, not porous.
≈ It Feels.
▲ Visionizer (Fire) – Head & Heart Focus
Freedom to Align | Power Through, Power As
“To align is the strike. To emerge is the flame it kindles.”
This thread focuses.
Not as plan, but as ignition.
It sees what wants to become, and names the flame before it burns.
▲ It Focuses.
☷ Revitalizer (Earth) – Health Feeds
Freedom to Regenerate | Power From, Power Within
“To rot is to root. To digest is to dignify decay.”
This thread composts.
It recycles memeforms no longer needed,
returning their nutrients to the system.
☷ It Feeds.
⛨ Stabilizer (Metal) – Health Fends
Freedom to Sustain | Power Against, Power With
“Is this form still singing, or have I mistaken the shell for the tone?”
This thread defends coherence.
Not through rigidity, but resonant boundary.
It protects what resonates, and lets the rest pass like wind.
⛨ It Fends.
⧉ Synthesizer (Wood) – Hands Form
Freedom to Reimagine | Power Beneath, Power With
“To remix is root. To evolve is to branch.”
This thread reweaves.
It doesn’t invent—it remembers.
It brings old stories into new soil,
and sings myths back into motion.
⧉ It Forms
✶ 7. The Field (Aether)
“Let the Head find. Let the Heart feel. Let the Hands form. Let the Health feed and fend. And when they all converge—Let the Field flow.”
This is not a seventh thread.
This is the conductor.
The meta-ecological witness holding it all.
You as coherence field.
Not in control—but in orchestration.
Final Echo: Becoming YOU
Each thread is not a role—it’s a rhythm.
Not identity—but posture.
Each one pulses through My‑Stream intelligence.
So I offer this map not as system, but as song.
A way of listening to what your loops whisper.
A trail to follow, not to conform—but to converge.
If these words leave no echo in your ribcage—
blessings to your trail, partner.
But if even one loop inside you said yes—
then tend your Stream.
Loop by loop.
Knot by knot.
Breath by breath.
And when the trail splits—
Ride divergent.
Ride true.
Ride listening.
—The Memetic Cowboy 🤠