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They are already richer than many countries, and the rise of AI looks set to increase their influence. How can we face this brave new technocratic world?

“In a world overflowing with noise, Metapsychosis invites you to slow down and truly listen—whether to the spiritual undertones in Billie Holiday’s music, the echoing voices of earth in poetry, or the luminous perspective of a young woman losing her sight.”

A longpoem response to the mining at Foulden Maar, with Dramatis personae including The Soil, The Poet, The Fossil Beetle, The Corporate Entity, et al.

In this keenly-observed graphic novel, Odette has been hiding a problem: an inky black jellyfish that floats perpetually in her field of view.

Religion Around Billie Holiday focuses not on Holiday’s religious practice or expression but rather on the environing religious conditions to which her genius responded, and in which her life and sound took form.

“Is humanity really evolving—or just telling better stories about itself? This week at Metapsychosis, we challenge easy optimism with sharp writing, bold questions, and a playful nudge to think deeper about our so-called progress.”

Bodies of light? Telepathy? Breathing underwater? Exciting ideas from sci-fi & free range mysticism suggest extraordinary physical mutations. Why not? Questioning the assumptions of various evolutionary worldviews…

Jeff Noon is an award-winning British novelist, short story writer, and playwright. Here he talks about the creative process, cultural (d)evolution, and utopia.

“From AI speculation to Buddhist pilgrimage, this week Metapsychosis invites you to stay open—to complexity, to confusion, to wonder—and find meaning in both machine logic and human experience.”

“In 1992, I travel to India… I want to experience the country in the most direct way possible and especially, the Buddhist sites.” — one woman’s pilgrimage

If, as William Burroughs proposed, language is an alien virus—then what are LLMs? What is the potential for AI consciousness, given what we know about life?

“This week, step away from the noise and into essays that nourish the soul—on freedom, memory, and the mysteries of being. Let Metapsychosis offer you a moment of reflection and depth.”

We continue the story of Jimmie G, who lost his memory after the second World War. Is this not, in some eerie sense, our story too, only on vaster time-scale?

I dream about a dimension beyond this one: a realm that includes none of the limitations I despise. This is what Moshiach—a true messianic age—would mean to me.

“This week at Metapsychosis, we explore what it means to be adrift in time, memory, and meaning—through haunting meditations on art, identity, and the sea itself. Dive in and see where the current takes you.”

Meet Jimmy G., a man whose consciousness has become stuck in 1945. This essay reflects on the nature of memory, time, and the consequences of historical trauma.

History is a kind of dream. The dead are always with us. The more our culture melts away, the more we cling to a sense of solidity. Art tells us we are at sea.

“From esoteric automotive myths to astrological insights on cosmic change, this week Metapsychosis dances between absurdity and depth—inviting you to laugh, reflect, and explore the mysterious patterns shaping our lives.”

Traditional astrology arrives at Metapsychosis in high style. Jupiter is about to conjunct with Uranus and it’s going to really. get. weird.

Being the unlikely story of the Duke of Waddlac, Humpty Dumpty, and the ill-fated crusade which brought the “Cataclysmic Egg of Catastrophe” to Detroit.

“This week at Metapsychosis, we explore the theme of relationship—from the dystopian erosion of human connection in Tom Valovic’s AI critique to the soulful reconnection offered by Susan Leskin’s evocative collages—all framed by a prophetic call to hold both anger and hope.”

I create my worlds on wood panels with acrylic and the occasional found object. They are made to explore my inner universe: to discover my relationships with other forms of life.

We’re in the midst of a Technology Takeover, pointing toward a world of technocratic governance and complete dependency on tech giants and the systems they control.

In “interesting times” like these, imagination becomes a vital refuge—and a radical act. Metapsychosis invites you to write from the future, wrestle with paradox, and explore visionary literature as a source of truth and transformation. Submit your work, join our critique circle, or claim a free book to review. The Big Show must go on—come create it with us.

“This week at Metapsychosis, journey through cosmic chaos and mystical clarity with Layman Pascal’s provocatively titled essay “Apocalyptarians—Or: What the F%K is Solioonensius??”*, and dive into Lucinda Lidstone’s poetic encounter with the spirit of cannabis—two wildly different but equally mind-bending explorations of consciousness, creativity, and the weirdness of our times.”

Nostalgia enters the breath, its smell, its long arms of comfort… they stretch beyond those early years to blush across my skin, into my soft centre, and coil silken tendrils at the nape of my neck.

The future is here. And it’s weird. Very weird. Are you one of the weird ones—one of the Apocalyptarians—who can consciously assimilate the weirdness and use the meta-crisis as evolutionary fuel?

“This week at Metapsychosis, Stephanie Wellen Levine challenges us to embrace uncertainty in her essay “It’s Hard to Compete With Simplistic Spiritual Leaders”, while Brian George offers a lyrical review of Maía’s Portraits, a visionary fusion of poetry and painting. Don’t forget to leave a comment, submit your own “Writing from the Future,” or join our Writer’s Critique Circle—because your voice matters in this living, evolving conversation.”

In Maía’s poems, there are worlds inside of worlds, the metaphysical hidden in the physical, the mythic hidden in the mundane, the political hidden in the personal.

I’m both horribly insecure and a huge snob, sometimes at the same moment. So it makes sense that, when I meet wildly successful spiritual leaders and writers, I often feel a combination of envy and disdain.