PORTHOLE Experience
we designated portholes scanning with our 2.4 Ghz reciever that picked up wireless webcams surveiling public spaces - the 2.4 ghz frequency is the tiny fraction of the radio spectrum has been allocated for public use, [as if the eather were not already public!]

Misha and sister O conducted a 12 hour durational ritual that consisted of crossing through a media porthole found a couple of nights previous. Initially the intention to do this was once an hour 8 a.m. - 8 p.m. The first 3/4 rounds we picked up a lot of fuzzy transmission and reception, most likely due to a weekly market resulting in a lot of activity. sister O's walk every hour in a loop, consisted of walking through the car-park at the front of Parliament House, around onto the grass area which cradles this prominent building of Law and Order. sister O got a feeling of the place, where exactly this media porthole was in a loop where she wanted to spin.

Only 2 nights previous Misha and jaye made a short video of jaye's walk through the porthole. It had a smooth flowing mobilised feel in the visual documentation. sister O encountered an immobilized space.

[16:10:03 action parliment house]

The Space gave out like a dead battery. This porthole space is notably a space of media attention - that politicians enter daily. Are they are required to dim their receiving sets? Is there a special low frequency public servant brain wave?

camera zooms in and out on sister O visit no. 4.

4th visit: a break of 3 hours (due to too much interference). Trouble accessing the porthole. Then reception on the monitor, overwhelming, standing first on the left side of Parliament House after my first crossing, we attempted to watch the glimpses of the walking loop. The shots and feedback were erratic. The camera was zooming up to the top floor of Customs House bar as if there was something very dodgy going on, it moved as if it wanted access to the inside of the window space. It was not sure if it was just the security guards joking around. We attempted to find another reception spot on the right side of the building, sister O did the loop, traveling through this spot felt potent, thick and charged. On return to the spot of Misha and the receiver, worlds collided. Misha replayed what she had recorded. A camera zoomed in on sister O, clearly there are other people walking through this area - the camera scans the whole space to find where sister O has gone. It zooms in on the bush we are standing behind. We get the sense while watching the replay of this aggressive scanning action, it's most likely still continuing, we are watching the playback. We were caught between a conceptual space, a realm with infinite possibilities that travels along with the realm of real things and real actualities.

This feeling got worse as we finished watching, walking across the grass away from the porthole. It felt as though we were very close to danger and interrogation. The same as the feeling you get going through customs. They ask ridiculous questions, you're jet-lagged from hemisphere crossing, you just want to get past the threshold and into the next zone.

Our motives were not just for a gimmicks sake. We were spying on them spying on us. Misha asked 'who is in control here'. This was when sister O realized she had been time traveling. Accelerating beyond the speed of light, she gazed through this porthole and started seeing things that shouldn't be seen. As a physical body she was in two places at the same moment. To the security observers sister O would appear, dissolve and then disappear.

"I don't know how this exactly relates to space / time travel. I am trying to work out how this ties into the speed of light, which can only be attained by electromagnetic radiation, I am being transmitted and received by radio waves. Acceleration has the effect of converting you into electromagnetic radiation." sister O

Did sister O become a beam of light, pure electromagnetic radiation, which contains not the thinnest thread of information. Either way sister O was (among many other things) a packet of information to the security, biometric data. And this is of course the real crux of the matter.

From:  subliminal@va.com.au
To:  nancy@sistero.sysx.org, misha@ubermatic.org
Subject:  subtext --->
Wed 8/10
her body is sent away from the moment of becoming again. she is somehow always on the verge of connection. waiting for a chance to merge her perception. but language is lost here. she becomes remote. a mute witness to her self dissolving. do they understand her coded silence? a bi-location sequence begins to write itself while she is in transit. a delay. grounded. she dreams herself into her body. waiting. in between. text. the language lives here under her fingers. he brings her objects she can't see. she enters them in2 the field. until the battery runs out. 3 hrs and they call her name. vacuum scan at the gate. a retro-analysis of micro data reveals nothing. she walks. they shuffle fwd. try to make her human. try to make her buy something. waiting. 1hr later she turns trivia in2 a tirade. secrets of success. vs1.1 permanent ink over type font. next 2 her he is reading b.r.w. he tells her about industrial glue. temporary displays of wealth. & family holidays in bali. not this year luv. she is still stuck in economy. waiting-for-the-great-leap...a micro-fibre later she notices the sequence self-initiating. body running on auto-destruct. figures. all things considered. what else is left 4 her? failure is everything she was bred for. she is returning. the birth place of loss. the desert. the dust. he sits alone waiting for them to take it away from him. the roof he worked for. the hrs below. they imitate a ?. he doesn't answer. he doesn't have to. it's theirs for the taking. he offers no resistance. only resentment. she carries it with her. she carries it home.
Thurs 9/10
here she is meant to b familiar. there is care to b taken. an expectation that. she will provide. she will comfort. them. uncomfortable. bi-location. sequential. running. continuously looping her back in2 a memory of. the desert flattens the signal. her body still remembers the southern surge. rocks in her pocket. access codes left behind on the beach. she has to b present. here. make a presentation of her body. in working order. she presents herself. anxious. failing. exposed. they r confused. uncomfortable. try to cover her with blankets of noise. she disconnects. she makes her own connections. they are non-chrono-logical. she tells stories of technologically induced panic. of portals. of surging. of suffering. of dis/comfort. of etherics. specifications for failed experiments on insect transmitters. delete. heart. add. heat. interfearance is constant is memory is anxiety is the annihilation of the self the dissolution of identity. they <sub>merge on screen it says there is [no signal] she smiles but she is not satisfied until she has crashed the entire system. she continues. they gasp. she does not deliver any content. she does not provide any answers. she is in the flow of it now. the machines speak her. she listens. drowning by numbers. inversion. confusion. her breath enters the exo-skeleton. from within. erotic-electric. a free-radical energy. takes her over. takes her away from. makes her nothing. makes her whole. she is in/sect. she is out/put. she is spinning...
Fri 10/10
is she part of this conversation? they document. she sits by her bed. rocks in her head. she should b there by now. the old woman drifts in/out. consciousness is momentary. they try to connect. she slips away. it is difficult to b here. she is the witness. but whose death is this? they try to connect. words fail them both. nothing posted. bi-locator still running interferance. the anxiety of absence increases. a peripheral interface provides access. she tries the usual channels. they tell her to listen. to stay very still. a body. waiting for. she looks at the old woman sleeping again. she remembers the jumbled outputs when she opened her mouth. voice-recognition. was it language she had lost? or was the short-circuit a channel for another kind of ? don't move. she resists the impulse to send. there is something here between pre-sense and non-sense. she is going home to leaving to missing to shifting her base of support to find a de-centred place to call the thing she does death or mayb just waiting-for-a-girl-like-u-2 say it must b love they always think in those terms she thinks elsewhere of that she puts things in the wrong places they seem to fit better that way they seem to make sense of her it seems small a paradox particular to now & then she remembers when & it all goes blurry like words on a sign for directing traffic away from the city she bypasses the membrane & goes for the signal. in/out. she drifts. her body floating. spinning. holes in the 0-zone. magnetic intensity. polar orientation. astral dissociation. airborne. lost to the world.
Sat 11/10
12hrs in the portal. she sleeps....she dreams of darkness.a violent convulsion. she wakes. a shock.she is back. conscious of. dreaming.she has slept the day in2 night.she goes to the gutter. finds the portal. disappears.she stumbles upon her own death. waiting for her return.a de-visioned body in the gutter. her sister. her self.decapitated. faceless. body smashed in2 the indent. viscera exposed to the night air.she merges. blood. glass. metal. flesh.nervous system still flickering in the darkness. signs of life. left behind.she recognises a vital organ. a connective tissue. a hub. 3 curves designed for input.washed up on the beach. washed in2 the gutter. waiting for her.she places her fingers in2 the receptors.she rushes thru the darkness.she is dead to the world. no signal. only interferance. only the rush of the etheric. burning her flesh. raw. black. she continues. de-koding herself. losing her way. becoming one with the surge of the darkness with the pull toward 0...
Sun 12/10
she returns to the body. she documents its decomposition. the process of losing form. she records the time of wasting. for disposal. for burial. she goes 2 the city. dumb type. she takes the hit. they make the leap. she goes off the deep end. her body disappears. they re-play her text. they make her zero. 0000000000000...she returns to her death-in-progress. she is waiting. for god-0 ? she is still. recording....