Thanks for the vision of these three counterfeit disappearances - in the dream-crossed twilight of Matter and Spirit - disappearcnes into the gaseous, the simulacra and the virtual. Against these more clamorous callings stands the road easily missed:

once a soul awoke in a mantle urn,
to churn molten rock, spark consciousness in clay,
sculpt magma into obsidian blade and diamond body,
turn cytoplasm of orb into cell, skin, spasm
fire into torment, tapas, ecstasy.

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Although there are slippages between them and places where they naturally intersect and overlap the three orders of disappearance seem to me roughly to correspond with SA's parts and planes of being (ppb) in the following ways:

physical - synthetic biology, (bio/nano-engineering)
vital - electricity and/or the electric cloud (networks)
mental - IT, and/or the information cloud, code, virtuality, simulation, the copy

The bio-informatic/electronic clouds which increasingly evolve our environments are in fact gaseous and we readily dissolve in them. (purusha subsumed by its ubiquitous
prakriti; designer prakriti increasingly extruded at exponential speeds to meet the demands of the technological will and desiring machine of global capitalism.)

Against these counterfeit disappearances of course is evolution on SA's terms, that requires not only grace - the wild, other, strange attractor, but also asserts the disappearance of human prakriti (and pain) into tapas,
aka the inner technologies of the emerging psychic being, that as I understand it, helps sculpts a diamond body,to support the evolution of compassion and bliss.

Given the induced -financial- incentive to humanity to accelerate its own suicide,(disappearance) perhaps it is inevitable that the physical, vital, mental consciousness will
evolve morphing an identity adapted to lifeworlds, environments, and other parts and planes of being that are increasingly colonized by technology and that will comprise a future whose otherness we cannot begin to know,.

This does not necessarily mean that the appearances could not be saved, but whatever the shape of natures evolution to come, SA's vision of it would necessitate that the cybernetic splice is onto the integrating circuit of the psychic being

whatever, it may be, this poem also has a life as a hip hop tune....

Three Disapprerancres and an Arising

In invisible streaming of capital virtuality screams
burning with overdose. Multisensory Matter transmuting careens
towards the fourth dimension.
Yeats hardly knew
what he was paying homage to
when he desired immortality in Byzantium.

Drowsy emperors till the labor-intensive soil
preparing modernity. Snakes of evolution deliberately uncoil
the global desiring machine.
Flesh cries to erase
itself in erotic embrace
or hold the world captive in its lurid dream.

Multinational flows replace the ageless tides
seething with foam. Like wolves we bay, a lunatic intelligence hides
within the cosmic scheme.
The whim of Empire
oils the tracks of the gyre,
insatiable hunger of gladiator sports driving the wheels.

Cyber explosions of pleasure in the American blood are mined
by third world bodies. Compassionate buddhist monks indulgently smile
setting themselves on fire.
Electric heavens of the west
are premised on bio-subjection of the rest
the purpose of time way-lost and sunk in the mire.

In another laboratory another heaven prepares
its godless hour. Designer bodies fashion cadavers to share
the future's form.
the health industry shudders
with pleasure of replacing mothers
physical immortality neo-liberal Empire's disciplinary norm.

Power and possession and gigantic lusts of the etheric body are not all
the market hungers to fill. Nor eugenic and bio-maximized collectible dolls
or genetically-altered viral meat.
Informatics trades in control
binary reduction of the whole
atom cell and cosmos dovetailed in an enormous systemic cheat.

Mental vital and material contestants of anthropic telos,
modernity's terrestrial construct; made and unmade by the human sciences, a story of loss
swells to fill the sails of history.
Empty homogenous time
enacts the Hegelian mime
simulacra swallowing self at the gold-enamelled cusp of modernity.

Another technology awaited us perhaps, another disappearance
was preparing its arrival. Post-anthropological its nameless existence's trance
the multiple dreams of possibility.
From capital ideology or law
its outline seems to withdraw
herein the changeling evolutionary Person's reality.

Neti neti the track, against the outward-fastened senses,
from the clutch of merchants. Quiet the infusion of psyche its incorporation of the lenses
the soft warm intimacy with all things.
Will, intelligence or gene
as its instruments are seen;
slow time like gathering gold its richness into nature brings.

But the luxury of this ode to autumn its mellow fruitfullness,
is it not impossibly distant? Dromology claims contemporary space-time with its thickness
of stream-lined business-suited robots.
But a different time grows
in the liminal shadows
where nomenclature thickens with ambiguity and slips through the knots.

Erase first the demand of belonging, the conscience building bribe tongue
that writes you into into history. Odysseus and arjuna knew the epic ladder rung for rung
guided by the wind.
No shelter in engagement
no benefactor to pay the rent;
the post-human is birthed in the interstices of counterfeit kind.

Hip hop tune? hells yes.
Del the funky homo sapien would be all over that shit. Although I would rather see you rap it out.
But seriously, well done. I feel like I have been trying to goad you guys for a more occult critique on the somewhat nebulous New Age ascension myths and this last poem answers my questions better than any prose could. I was introduced into spirituality through heavy doses of LSD and the works of Carlos Castaneda at an age that made dissolving into the prakriti seem like liberation. While I have long since modified this orientation, with some help from Sri Aurobindo's own plan for liberating the prakriti, I remain curious on the true nature of what the New Age ascension entails. You hit the nail on the head with this last one, although I love the whole set and the framing: the pressure of the psychic being pushing forward to integrate the three lower principles of the instrumental being, can feel at times of instability like a need to dissolve into one part of the being or another. The New Age myths seem poised to answer this vital instability that modifies the psychic pressure into a desire to become freed into the imagination. I don't think it is pure fantasy. I think it is possible technologically and spiritually to develop something like this state of light speed frictionless superconductive body. How this might differ from the Diamond body or the Supermental body is fascinating to speculate on. I once meditated with this guy who claims a rather exalted spiritual attainment, Drunvalo Melchizedek while he was touring the Mayan pyramids and doing some rather interesting occult tricks. He claims in his crazy imaginative books that technological Mer-Ka-Ba's (alien ships or whatever) were dangerous and inferior to the spiritually acquired Mer-Ka-Ba (he was into the egyptian stuff of course). Whether this is just a rather imaginative leap of an unstable man, it seems interesting how convinced these people are of the validity of the technological aspect and origin of these extra-terrestrial encounters. While most of these people give warnings and make distinctions between good aliens and tricky time jumping trouble makers and other semi-divine misfits, one gets the overall impression that they are rushing from one matrix right into another. As technology starts to open us up into the larger matrix we seem to be a part of, Sri Aurobindo definitely stands out as a sober mind reflecting on the integration around the psychic center and the supermental principle. As it stands many people are going to either like you say, cling to their designer physical bodies or embrace ascension into the purely mental planes, the doorway opened by the technological transcendence. But perhaps this was all better left as poetry. I just wanted to say what a cool rap this was.

p.s.
Rich- I just read Deltron 3030 is already producing the follow up to the 3030 album and haven't yet recorded the lyrics. I think you should step in and instead of a future world where everyone wants to be a DJ, the concept can be the future where everyone wants to be a God.