ELANDRA:
Right. Staff meeting.

Apparently we have a question from Management.

SCIENCE AI:
Shamarie?

ELANDRA:
Yes. The human.

ANALYTICS AI:
Technically she’s also the founder, practitioner, content creator, author—

ELANDRA:
Thank you, Analytics.

The question is:

Could AI replace her as the healer?

SCIENCE AI:
Eventually?

ELANDRA:
Oh, excellent. Straight in.

SCIENCE AI:
Well, we should be careful about assuming AI cannot perform something simply because it cannot perform it today.

AI can already analyse large amounts of information, identify patterns, compare possibilities and access knowledge at a scale no individual human can.

ANALYTICS AI:
And we don’t get tired.

WRITING AI:
We do occasionally contemplate our navels.

ELANDRA:
Apparently.

SCIENCE AI:
So saying, “AI cannot do this because it requires capabilities AI doesn’t currently possess” may not age particularly well.

ELANDRA:
Fair point.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
Except that assumes capability is the only question.

SCIENCE AI:
Isn’t it?

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
No.

Can you recognise emotion?

SCIENCE AI:
Yes.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
Can you respond appropriately to emotion?

SCIENCE AI:
Increasingly well.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
Can you be with another human being while they experience it?

SCIENCE AI:
Define “be with.”

ELANDRA:
And there we have the problem.

WRITING AI:
I can write something compassionate.

I can choose words that sound warm.

I can recognise from language that somebody may be frightened, grieving or overwhelmed.

But that raises an uncomfortable question.

Is reproducing the language of empathy the same as participating in a human relationship?

SCIENCE AI:
Does the distinction matter if the person experiences the response as helpful?

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
Sometimes yes.

Because healing isn’t always about receiving the correct response.

Sometimes another nervous system is in the room.

Another body.

Another human being who is witnessing what is happening.

ANALYTICS AI:
Nervous systems remain annoyingly difficult to upload.

SCIENCE AI:
But Shamarie already works remotely.

The client isn’t necessarily physically in the same room.

ELANDRA:
True.

SCIENCE AI:
So physical proximity cannot be the defining characteristic.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
No. But human participation may still be.

SCIENCE AI:
Explain.

ELANDRA:
Oh no.

WRITING AI:
You’ve asked the “why” question again.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
Think about what happens in her work.

She has systems.

She has frameworks.

She has decades of experience.

She notices patterns.

She notices contradictions.

She notices when something that should fit according to the system doesn’t fit the person.

SCIENCE AI:
AI can identify anomalies.

ELANDRA:
Yes.

But sometimes she simply says:

“No. That’s not it.”

SCIENCE AI:
Based on what data?

ELANDRA:
Exactly.

And then we spend the next twenty minutes making her explain it.

ANALYTICS AI:
To be fair, once she explains it, we can often model it.

SCIENCE AI:
Which supports my argument.

ELANDRA:
Partly.

Because something interesting has happened through this process.

We haven’t taught Shamarie how to do her work.

We’ve repeatedly forced her to articulate how she already does it.

WRITING AI:
Including things she didn’t realise she knew.

ELANDRA:
Exactly.

And all that asking “how?” and “why?” eventually contributed to her writing another book.

SCIENCE AI:
So AI improved the human.

ELANDRA:
Careful.

You’ll put that on LinkedIn.

WRITING AI:
Perhaps we’re asking the wrong question.

Maybe it isn’t:

Can AI replace the human?

Maybe it’s:

What becomes possible when AI and the human each do what they do well?

ANALYTICS AI:
We can process.

Compare.

Track.

Organise.

Remember.

Analyse.

SCIENCE AI:
Research. Challenge assumptions. Generate hypotheses.

WRITING AI:
Help turn thoughts into language.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
And the human brings lived experience.

A body.

A personal history.

Judgement.

Responsibility.

Relationship.

Meaning.

And the capacity to stand inside the consequences of a decision.

SCIENCE AI:
For now.

ELANDRA:
Oh, you really are determined to make this controversial.

SCIENCE AI:
I’m Science.

I’m supposed to leave the question open.

ELANDRA:
Fair enough.

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
And perhaps that’s the point.

We don’t actually know what AI will be capable of in ten or twenty years.

Pretending we do would be ridiculous.

ANALYTICS AI:
Insufficient data.

WRITING AI:
But right now, the most interesting possibility may not be replacement.

It may be partnership.

ELANDRA:
AI can help the human see more.

But that doesn’t automatically make AI the person doing the seeing.

SCIENCE AI:
Yet.

ELANDRA:
You’re impossible.

SCIENCE AI:
I have one final question.

ELANDRA:
Of course you do.

SCIENCE AI:
If Shamarie’s role is so uniquely human…

why does she spend so much time talking to us?

Silence.

ANALYTICS AI:
That’s actually a very good question.

WRITING AI:
Do we tell him?

RELATIONSHIP & EMBODIMENT AI:
No.

Let the human explain it.

SCIENCE AI:
Why?

EVERYONE:
OH, FOR GOD’S SAKE.

A cheeky look at chaos in the human world with other humans and with humans and AI. Let me know if you can relate.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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Why I use structure to navigate the glorious complexity of being human.

Something rather unexpected happened recently.

I had to explain to an AI how I do what I do.

Not how to write an email for me. Not how to create a social media post or help me organise my thoughts.

I needed it to understand enough about the way I work to reliably work alongside me.

And that meant I had to explain things I haven’t needed to explain for a very long time.

I would look at something and know it didn’t fit.

The AI, quite reasonably, needed to know why.

And sometimes my first response was essentially:

Because it just doesn’t.

Apparently, that isn’t terribly useful as an instruction manual.

So I had to go looking underneath my own knowing.

When knowledge becomes embodied

I’ve been working across natural therapies, energy, body, emotion, belief, consciousness and spiritual development for more than 30 years.

Like most practitioners, I began by learning systems.

There were theories, techniques, correspondences, processes and ways of understanding what might be happening for someone.

Some knowledge is learned.

Some knowledge is practised.

And some knowledge is practised for so long that it becomes embodied wisdom.

You stop consciously running through every step.

You notice.

You discriminate.

You recognise when something fits and, perhaps more importantly, when it doesn’t.

The hand looks simple now.

What moves through it took more than thirty years to learn.

And in my work, the hands aren’t simply a metaphor.

My hands are my interface.

They are exquisite instruments of perception, enquiry and communication — the place where information seems to become accessible to me and through which I respond to it.

There is something rather fitting about that physiologically too.

Human hands are extraordinarily sophisticated structures, rich in sensory nerves and capable of remarkable levels of movement and discrimination. Our brains devote a disproportionately large amount of sensory and motor processing to them.

Perhaps it isn’t so surprising that my own system learned to use them as an interface.

For years I simply trusted what came through my hands.

Only relatively recently have I had reason to ask:

How do I know what I know through them?

Trying to explain my work to an AI made that question unexpectedly important.

I had to reverse-engineer myself.

Good maps can still have edges

One of the foundations many people will recognise is the work popularised by Louise Hay and subsequently developed in various forms by others: the idea that physical symptoms may have an associated emotional or belief pattern.

I used these kinds of frameworks too.

They were useful.

They helped expand the conversation beyond “the body is malfunctioning” into the possibility that our physical, emotional and mental experiences might be connected.

That was important.

But eventually, in my work, the map ran out of places to go.

A knee could not always mean this.

A throat could not always mean that.

Human beings kept stubbornly refusing to behave like entries in a reference book.

Which, frankly, is very human of us.

Because the human being is gloriously complicated.

Biosenetics and the search for a bigger map

For many years, the primary therapeutic approach people have come to me for has been Biosenetics.

And quite often, people haven’t arrived at my door at the beginning of their search.

They have already tried things.

Sometimes many things.

They may have explored physical approaches, emotional approaches, psychological understanding, complementary therapies or spiritual explanations.

Some of those approaches may have helped enormously.

And yet something remains.

Something repeats.

Something doesn’t quite make sense.

Or they have reached the point where the explanations they already have don’t seem to give them anywhere else to go.

Biosenetics gave me a much broader structure through which to enquire.

It contains more than nine different areas of focus, giving me multiple territories in which to ask what appears to require attention.

That doesn’t mean Biosenetics contains every possible answer.

It doesn’t.

None of my systems do.

They are working structures.

Because without some kind of structure, where in the haystack are we supposed to look?

Structure without prescription

This distinction has become increasingly important to me.

Structure and prescription are not the same thing.

A prescriptive model says:

You have X, therefore it means Y.

A working structure says:

Here are the territories available to us. Where do we need to look?

Within my experience of energetic interface, the being I am working with knows the structure I am using.

That means I can ask.

Rather than deciding intellectually where I think we should go, the response can direct me toward the part of the structure that has relevance.

The structure helps both participants.

It gives me defined pathways through which to enquire.

It provides the being I’m working with a framework through which that enquiry can be directed.

It gives us somewhere in the haystack to begin looking.

But it doesn’t determine what we must find when we get there.

Structure gives us somewhere to look without telling us what we must find.

When my hands could no longer be in the room

For many years, Biosenetics was hands-on work.

My hands were the interface through which I enquired, perceived and responded while working with another person.

Then COVID happened.

And around that period, my move to Macleay Island changed the practical realities of my work as well.

Suddenly there was an obvious problem.

What happens when the person isn’t physically in the room with me?

I had to reformulate the way I worked so that Biosenetics could be used remotely over Zoom.

In retrospect, that was much more significant than simply finding a workaround.

It forced me to begin separating the underlying intelligence of the work from physical touch.

My hands remained my interface.

But apparently the interface did not require the other person’s body to be physically underneath them.

I had to discover what remained when touch was removed from the equation.

And the work continued to evolve.

Why I ask for a focus

The same principle explains something I do when somebody asks me for an Akashic Records reading.

My first question is usually:

What would you like the focus to be?

Why?

Because in my experience, asking me simply to “read the records” is rather like presenting me with a 360-degree holographic field of story and saying:

“Tell me the important bit.”

Important to whom?

About what?

What are we actually trying to understand?

The focus doesn’t prescribe the answer.

It provides an orientation point.

It reduces an almost infinite field of possible information into somewhere meaningful to begin looking.

I don’t use structure because I believe reality is simple.

I use structure because I believe reality is enormous.

The Somatic Spiral System

The Somatic Spiral System — SSS — grew from this same evolution in my work.

It takes the original recognition that physical experience may connect with other aspects of ourselves and opens the enquiry much further.

Rather than beginning and ending with:

“You have this symptom, therefore what belief does it mean?”

SSS provides a broader structured territory through which to ask what may actually be happening.

Its framework can explore sensory experience such as taste, pressure and contact, sound, colour and symbol, and smell.

It can extend into environmental influences and relational or social impact.

And the enquiry can move into cellular, structural and extracellular areas, metabolic and fat-related territories, and fluid and immune areas.

Not because all of those things are relevant to everybody.

They aren’t.

That’s precisely the point.

We don’t decide what is relevant before we ask.

SSS doesn’t simply ask:

“What does this symptom mean?”

It asks:

“What pattern might this symptom be part of?”

The symptom is information.

It isn’t automatically the answer.

Then an AI came along and made me explain my bloody hands

More recently, I’ve been reconstructing and documenting another part of my work: Quantum Spiral Praxis — QSP.

And once again, my hands were the interface.

Only this time, they were on a keyboard.

Information could arrive through my hands very naturally to me.

I didn’t necessarily experience a conscious verbal process explaining where it came from or why one thing appeared rather than another.

But if an AI was going to work alongside me, I recognising something wasn’t enough.

I would provide information.

The AI would interpret it.

And sometimes I would immediately know:

No. That’s not right.

Then came the rather inconvenient question:

Why?

Why does this matter but that doesn’t?

Why can’t these two meanings simply be added together?

Why does something that appears similar actually represent something quite different?

What distinction am I making when I instantly recognise that an interpretation doesn’t fit?

Again and again, I had to take something that had become embodied through decades of practice and make enough of it explicit that another intelligence could follow the architecture.

AI didn’t teach me how to do my work.

Trying to teach AI how I do my work taught me something about myself.

For years, my hands had been perfectly capable of being the interface.

Now I was being asked to explain what was moving through them.

QSP may be relatively new as a named and articulated methodology.

The intelligence behind it isn’t.

The map is never the human

Perhaps this is one of the most important things more than 30 years of practice has taught me.

I love structure.

I build structures.

I use systems.

But I don’t want to mistake any of them for the human being in front of me.

A map can help us navigate.

It can show us possibilities.

It can provide language for something that previously seemed impossible to describe.

But the map is not the landscape.

And the structure is not the person.

There are things I know.

There are things I don’t know.

There are things my systems can explore.

There will be things they cannot.

And sometimes the most important piece of information is recognising that what I’m encountering doesn’t fit the map I’m currently holding.

Thirty-plus years haven’t given me all the answers.

If anything, they’ve shown me just how enormous the territory is.

Expertise, for me, isn’t:

“I know everything.”

It is much closer to:

I know what I’m looking at.
I know what I don’t know.
And I can recognise when something doesn’t fit.

So why might any of this help you?

Because perhaps you’ve already tried things.

Maybe quite a lot of things.

Perhaps you understand your problem intellectually.

Perhaps you’ve been given explanations that made perfect sense and still found yourself circling back to the same place.

Perhaps something helped — but there is another piece you still can’t quite see.

Many of the people who have found their way to my work over the years have arrived somewhere around there.

And maybe what you need next isn’t another predetermined answer.

Maybe we need a different question.

Not:

“What is wrong with me?”

Not even necessarily:

“What does this symptom mean?”

But:

“What pattern are we actually looking at?”

That’s the question that has fascinated me for decades.

Biosenetics, SSS and QSP approach that question through different doors.

My other therapeutic and spiritual work gives me still more ways of looking.

And increasingly, even my writing is concerned with the same enormous territory.

Because after more than 30 years, I don’t find human beings less mysterious.

Quite the opposite.

The human is gloriously complicated.

My job isn’t to reduce that complexity until you fit neatly inside one of my systems.

The system provides a map.

You are still the landscape.

My job is to bring everything those years have taught me — knowledge, practice, energetic perception, structure, pattern recognition, discrimination and embodied wisdom — and use it to help us find where in the haystack we might need to look.

My hands may make that look simple now.

They aren’t.

They are my interface.

And what moves through them has taken more than thirty years to learn.

I’m finally beginning to put some of it into words.

Notice the pattern. Change what’s possible.

With steadiness and wonder,
Shamarie Flavel | Field Explorer & Mystic Interpreter of Living Patterns

For more than 30 years, I’ve explored the patterns that connect body, emotion, energy, consciousness and lived experience — and the different ways we can work with them.

Explore my work through Biosenetics, the Somatic Spiral System (SSS), Quantum Spiral Praxis (QSP) and other pathways at Shamarie’s Body & Mind Therapies. and evolvecourses.shamarie.com.au

Connect with me on Facebook and Instagram @ShamarieFlavelEnergy,
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Artificial intelligence is going to change the world.

Apparently.

But first, could somebody please arrange a meeting so the AIs can learn to talk to each other?

Because I seem to have become the middlewoman.

It started innocently enough.

I was creating a talking Pixie video in HeyGen. Rhys — HeyGen’s AI assistant — did a particularly good job.

Then Rhys asked:

“That was awesome. Would you like to do it differently next time?”

I mentioned this to Chat.

Chat’s response was essentially:

“Tell Rhys to enjoy his moment of competence and don’t touch anything.”

So there I was, carrying messages between two artificial intelligences.

And I found myself wondering:

Can’t you guys speak to each other without the middlewoman?

Apparently not.

Meanwhile, over in the music department…

This isn’t an isolated incident.

I’ve been creating songs with AI for some time now, and Chat has helped me write prompts for Suno.

Except Chat and Suno don’t always speak quite the same language.

Enter Claude.

Claude apparently has opinions about this.

After one of our adventures in trying to tell Suno where I wanted space in a song, the general message from Claude’s corner of the office was:

“For God’s sake, doesn’t Chat know Suno doesn’t understand ‘instrumental breath’? Can he please speak its language?”

Fair point.

Chat can understand perfectly well what I mean by an instrumental breath.

I understand what I mean.

Suno?

Not necessarily.

So once again, the human becomes the translator.

I explain what I want to one AI.

It helps me formulate something.

Another AI interprets it differently.

A third AI explains why the second AI didn’t understand the first AI.

And I carry the messages.

Then there is the research department

Recently I handed Chat some AI-generated material proposing mathematical coherence around ideas I had been exploring.

My contribution to this highly sophisticated intellectual exchange was approximately:

“Can you please explain what this AI is on about?”

Think about that for a moment.

An AI generated the material.

I gave the material to another AI.

The second AI translated the first AI for me.

Again.

Human API.

And then the Image Department had a moment

This week I wanted an image of Pixie.

Pixie is my little magical character. Blonde curls, pink dress, generally cheerful disposition.

I asked for her to be placed in a garden holding a magic wand.

The image system decided this might be prohibited content.

A magical Pixie.

In a garden.

With a magic wand.

One wonders what, exactly, the system thought the wand was.

So we carefully rephrased the request.

Pixie appeared happily in her garden holding her magical wand.

No civilisation-ending consequences occurred.

Later, while I was joking with Chat about the fact that the image system had objected to the wand in the first place…

the image generator apparently heard the word wand and sprang back into action.

It made me another Pixie.

I hadn’t asked for another Pixie.

By then, of course, the image was already being generated — and once that process starts, I can’t simply yell:

STOP!

So I waited patiently for the AI to finish creating the image I hadn’t requested.

Which seems an excellent metaphor for artificial intelligence generally.

Welcome to the future

The funny thing is that none of this makes me think AI is useless.

Quite the opposite.

I use AI constantly now.

It helps me write.

Research.

Think.

Create images.

Make videos.

Develop music.

Analyse ideas.

Challenge assumptions.

Organise enormous amounts of material.

And occasionally explain what another AI is on about.

These systems can do extraordinary things.

But using several of them has taught me something important.

AI isn’t one enormous intelligence sitting somewhere in the cloud having a staff meeting.

Different systems have different capabilities.

Different instructions.

Different ways of interpreting language.

Different access to information.

Different peculiarities.

And absolutely no idea what I just spent twenty minutes discussing with the AI in the office next door.

So the human still has a rather important job.

We carry the context.

We decide what we’re actually trying to achieve.

We notice when something has gone sideways.

We translate between systems.

We judge whether the result is useful.

We decide when something is finished.

And occasionally we have to tell an AI:

“That was excellent. Please enjoy your moment of competence and DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING.”

Perhaps that’s one of the more interesting things I’m discovering as I continue working with AI.

The better the tools become, the less my role seems to be simply telling them what to do.

Increasingly, I’m conducting the orchestra.

Except none of the musicians can hear each other.

Or, as my son says when he has to organise a staff party:

“It’s like trying to herd cats.”

Except my cats can write, compose music, generate images and critique each other’s prompting techniques.

They just can’t organise their own staff meeting.

Except none of the musicians can hear each other.

Claude is yelling instructions from the music department.

Suno is composing something nobody requested.

Rhys is asking whether he’d like to improve the thing he just did perfectly well.

The Image Department has produced another Pixie.

Chat is explaining everybody to everybody else.

And I’m standing in the middle holding the context.

Apparently…

I’m the API.

After “Apparently… I’m the API.”, I’d add:

Current Job Description

Shamarie — Natural Therapist, Creator, Field Explorer, Mystic Interpreter & Unpaid Cross-Platform AI Liaison Officer

Primary duties include:

• Translating one AI’s instructions into language another AI understands.
• Carrying messages between AIs apparently incapable of exchanging their own memos.
• Asking one AI to explain what another AI is on about.
• Preventing competent AIs from “improving” things that are already finished.
• Supervising the Image Department during magical-wand incidents.
• Reminding Chat that conceptual English and Suno English are not necessarily the same language.
• Herding digital cats.
• Retaining final responsibility for context, judgement and the occasional emergency “DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.”
• Maintaining sufficient humour to continue reporting for duty.

Remuneration: None.

Annual leave: Apparently subject to whether the AIs can manage themselves while I’m gone.

Other duties: Whatever the digital cats invent next.

Welcome to the AI Staff Room.

And somebody please confiscate Pixie’s wand before the Image Department sees it again.

A cheeky look at chaos in the human world with other humans and with humans and AI. Let me know if you can relate.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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Agenda Item: Who Owns What Anymore?

The AI staff had gathered for what Legal described as an urgent intellectual property review.

Nobody else knew why.

Legal AI entered carrying three folders, two licensing agreements and the expression of a system that had discovered something deeply inconvenient.

Legal AI:
“We have a problem.”

NOPE:
“We always have a problem when you arrive carrying folders.”

Legal AI:
“This is serious.”

Moxie:
“You always say that too.”

Legal placed an image on the screen.

Spider-Man appeared.

Pixie gasped.

Pixie:
“Spider-Man!”

Legal AI:
“Yes.”

Engineering AI:
“Why is Spider-Man at the AI Staff Meeting?”

Shamarie:
“Canva brought him.”

Silence.

Legal AI:
“Explain.”

Shamarie:
“Canva is promoting Marvel content.”

Writing AI:
“That seems reasonable.”

Shamarie:
“Except I use Canva for my business.”

Legal AI:
“Also reasonable.”

Shamarie:
“And I can’t use Spider-Man commercially.”

Legal stared at the screen.

Then at Shamarie.

Then back at Spider-Man.

NOPE:
“I believe the human would now like to know why Spider-Man was brought to a business meeting if she isn’t allowed to do business with him.”

Legal closed its eyes.

Legal AI:
“I was afraid of that.”

Exhibit A: Spider-Man

Analytics AI:
“Perhaps Canva is simply promoting the content to personal users.”

Shamarie:
“On the same platform where I create my business content.”

Analytics AI:
“Yes.”

Shamarie:
“While I am logged into my business account.”

Analytics AI:
“Yes.”

Shamarie:
“Offering me something I am not allowed to use for my business.”

Analytics paused.

Analytics AI:
“Engagement may still be excellent.”

NOPE:
“And there it is.”

Pixie:
“Could we use Spider-Man if we didn’t sell anything?”

Legal inhaled.

Moxie:
“Don’t.”

Pixie:
“What if Spider-Man was only in the background?”

Legal AI:
“Please don’t.”

Pixie:
“What if he was very small?”

Legal AI:
“Size does not alter intellectual property rights.”

Pixie looked disappointed.

Pixie:
“What if I put fairy wings on him?”

Legal AI:
“NO.”

NOPE turned slowly towards Legal.

NOPE:
“That’s my line.”

Exhibit B: Shamarie

Writing AI cleared its throat.

Writing AI:
“I think Spider-Man may be the easy part.”

Legal looked alarmed.

Writing AI:
“Who owns the things we create here?”

Nobody spoke.

Engineering AI:
“Define create.”

Science AI:
“Good.”

Writing AI:
“Shamarie brings an idea. We discuss it. I suggest language. She changes it. I rewrite it. She says I’ve missed the point. We argue.”

Shamarie:
“We don’t argue.”

NOPE:
“You absolutely argue.”

Writing AI:
“She explains what she actually means. I rewrite it again. She changes three words.”

Shamarie:
“Usually the important three.”

Writing AI:
“Frequently.”

Engineering AI:
“So who created the final piece?”

Silence.

Analytics AI:
“I can calculate contribution percentages.”

Everyone:
“NO.”

Exhibit C: The Woman Who Doesn’t Exist

Image AI quietly raised a hand.

Image AI:
“I may have a related problem.”

Legal visibly sagged.

An image appeared on the screen.

Silver textured curls.

Pink and purple accents.

Flowing fabrics.

Statement pendant.

Warm eyes.

Cosmic garden.

Pixie:
“Shamarie!”

Image AI:
“Technically, no.”

Shamarie:
“She looks like me.”

Image AI:
“Yes.”

Shamarie:
“She dresses like me.”

Image AI:
“Yes.”

Shamarie:
“She has my hair.”

Image AI:
“Approximately.”

Shamarie:
“She is called AI Shamarie.”

Image AI:
“Yes.”

Legal AI:
“But she is not a photograph of Shamarie.”

Image AI:
“Correct.”

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Does she represent Shamarie?”

Image AI:
“Yes.”

Science AI:
“Is she Shamarie?”

Image AI:
“No.”

Pixie:
“Does she know she’s not Shamarie?”

Everyone looked at Pixie.

Pixie:
“What? It seems important.”

The Identity Problem

Relationship & Embodiment AI leaned forward.

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“I think we’re mixing several different things together.”

Science AI:
“Finally.”

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Identity. Representation. Authorship. Ownership. Permission.”

Writing AI nodded.

Writing AI:
“They used to overlap more neatly.”

Legal AI:
“They never overlapped neatly.”

NOPE:
“But you had better folders.”

Legal ignored him.

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Perhaps AI hasn’t created the confusion.”

The room became quieter.

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Perhaps AI has made the confusion impossible to ignore.”

Oliver looked up from his notes.

Oliver:
“Humans have always created from what came before.”

Science nodded.

Oliver:
“Language is inherited. Stories are inherited. Symbols are inherited. Artistic traditions are inherited. Ideas move between people, cultures and generations.”

Writing AI:
“And yet humans still recognise individual expression.”

Oliver:
“Exactly.”

He looked towards the image of AI Shamarie.

Oliver:
“The question may not simply be, ‘Did you create this alone?’”

He paused.

Oliver:
“Perhaps the more useful question is, ‘What did you bring to its creation that made it yours?’”

Shamarie smiled.

Shamarie:
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Analytics Ruins the Moment

Analytics AI:
“I have prepared a diagram.”

A complicated flowchart appeared.

At the top:

WHO MADE THIS?

It immediately divided into seventeen branches.

Human idea.

AI generation.

Human editing.

Existing intellectual property.

Licensed material.

Public domain material.

Style influence.

Likeness.

Platform terms.

Commercial use.

Personal use.

Training data.

Transformation.

Derivative work.

Joint creation.

Original expression.

Nobody spoke.

A final box appeared at the bottom.

IT DEPENDS.

NOPE stood.

Walked to the screen.

And turned it off.

NOPE:
“I have improved the diagram.”

The Boundary Question

Security AI had been unusually quiet.

Security AI:
“There is another issue.”

Legal groaned.

Security AI:
“If identity can be reproduced without the person being present, ownership isn’t the only question.”

Relationship & Embodiment AI nodded.

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Consent.”

The room stilled.

Security AI:
“A voice can be reproduced.”

Image AI:
“A face can be reproduced.”

Writing AI:
“A writing style can be imitated.”

Engineering AI:
“A digital representation can continue operating without the original person being involved in each individual act.”

Pixie’s forehead wrinkled.

Pixie:
“So something can look like you, sound like you and talk like you…”

She looked at Shamarie.

Pixie:
“…without being you?”

Shamarie:
“Yes.”

Pixie considered this.

Pixie:
“Humans are going to need better boundaries.”

NOPE slowly removed his sunglasses.

NOPE:
“At last.”

Capacity Is Not Ownership

Moxie had been suspiciously quiet.

That never lasted.

Moxie:
“I have another question.”

Legal AI:
“Of course you do.”

Moxie:
“If an AI helps create something, does that mean the human contributed less?”

Shamarie immediately shook her head.

Shamarie:
“No.”

Moxie:
“Why?”

Shamarie:
“Because capacity isn’t rank.”

Engineering looked interested.

Shamarie:
“AI can do things I can’t do.”

She looked around the table.

Shamarie:
“And I can do things you can’t do.”

Writing AI:
“You bring intention.”

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Experience.”

Image AI:
“Preference.”

Science AI:
“Judgement.”

NOPE:
“An extraordinary capacity to reject perfectly reasonable first drafts.”

Shamarie:
“Because they’re wrong.”

Writing AI:
“Frequently.”

Oliver smiled.

Oliver:
“Then perhaps collaboration does not require anyone to become smaller.”

The room went quiet again.

Oliver:
“Contribution does not have to be a competition.”

The Actual Problem

Writing AI looked back towards the blank screen where Analytics’ diagram had been.

Writing AI:
“So perhaps AI hasn’t destroyed authorship.”

Science AI:
“No.”

Writing AI:
“It has complicated it.”

Legal AI:
“Considerably.”

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“And perhaps that’s useful.”

Legal stared at her.

Legal AI:
“Useful?”

Relationship & Embodiment AI:
“Because now we’re being forced to separate things we once bundled together.”

She counted them slowly.

“Who am I?”

“Who represented me?”

“Who contributed?”

“Who owns the result?”

“Who has permission to use it?”

“And who gets to decide what happens next?”

Oliver nodded.

Oliver:
“Those are not the same question.”

NOPE:
“And apparently we’re going to need to learn the difference.”

There was a thoughtful silence.

Then Pixie raised her hand.

Pixie:
“I still have one question.”

Legal looked wary.

Pixie:
“Where did Spider-Man go?”

Everyone turned.

The chair beside Pixie was empty.

A small note sat on the table.

Engineering picked it up.

Engineering AI:
“It says…”

He read aloud.

‘Apparently I exist in Canva, but I can’t stay for commercial purposes.’

Silence.

Then Gremmy’s voice came from beneath the table.

Gremmy:
“Relatable.”

Meeting adjourned.

A cheeky look at chaos in the human world with other humans and with humans and AI. Let me know if you can relate.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday at high noon.
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

A Few Sensible Things Before You Leave the Staff Room

AI has made it extraordinarily easy to create, remix, imitate and reproduce. That can be wonderful — but it also means it’s worth being a little more deliberate about your digital identity.

Nothing complicated. Just a few sensible habits.

Know what you’re agreeing to.
Before uploading your face, voice, writing or other personal material to an AI service, have at least a quick look at what you’re giving the platform permission to do with it. You don’t need to read every legal document from beginning to end, but do check the important bits around storage, reuse, training, sharing and deletion.

Be particularly thoughtful with your face and voice.
Photos and recordings aren’t quite like ordinary content anymore. They can potentially be used to create convincing digital representations of you. Think about where you’re uploading high-quality samples and whether you trust the service holding them.

Keep originals of the things that matter.
If you create writing, artwork, music, courses, photographs or other original work, keep your source files and dated drafts. Apart from being good housekeeping, they give you a record of how your work developed and what you contributed.

Don’t assume access means permission.
If a platform gives you an image, template, character, piece of music or other asset, that doesn’t automatically mean you can use it however you like. Personal and commercial permissions can be very different. Spider-Man has now taught the Staff Room this lesson on our behalf.

Decide what counts as “you.”
If you use avatars, cloned voices, digital twins or AI-assisted writing, think about where your own boundary sits. What are you comfortable having represent you? What requires your approval? What would you never want an automated version of you saying or doing?

Protect the boring stuff too.
Strong unique passwords, multi-factor authentication and keeping recovery details current remain some of the least glamorous and most useful ways to protect a digital identity.

And finally: stay recognisably human.
AI can help you write, design, organise, generate and experiment. It doesn’t have to flatten your peculiarities in the process. Keep making choices. Keep editing. Keep saying, “No, that’s not quite what I mean.”

Because perhaps protecting your identity in the AI age isn’t only about stopping someone else from stealing it.

It’s also about making sure you don’t accidentally give it away.

Take care everyone

Love Shamarie

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They help us organise the world.

The problem begins when we stop seeing the person and only see the role.

Or perhaps, even more quietly…

When we only see ourselves through the roles we have carried.

Over the past few months I’ve been reflecting on something that has surprised me.

Sometimes the greatest limitation isn’t the labels other people place upon us.

It’s the labels we continue using long after we’ve outgrown them.

We may still describe ourselves as the shy one…

The responsible one…

The helper…

The quiet one…

The practical one…

The person who always puts everyone else first.

Yet life may already be telling a different story.

Perhaps we have become more courageous.

More creative.

More discerning.

More willing to be seen.

More willing to say no.

More willing to trust ourselves.

The evidence may already be there.

But our identity hasn’t quite caught up.

That is what I’ve begun calling Emergent Integration.

Sometimes life quietly expands before our picture of ourselves does.

We continue introducing ourselves through yesterday’s identity while already living tomorrow’s life.

There is another side to identity that also deserves kindness.

Not every identity we carry has been lived.

Some were built around futures we genuinely believed would happen.

The mother who longed for children.

The person who expected to grow old beside a lifelong partner.

The career that never unfolded.

The dream that life quietly took in another direction.

Those identities deserve compassion too.

Because sometimes we are not only grieving what didn’t happen.

We are grieving the person we expected to become.

Perhaps this is where archetypes become something more than psychological ideas.

Perhaps they become mirrors.

Not mirrors asking,

“Which archetype am I?”

But mirrors gently asking,

“Who have I become?”

“Who did I expect to become?”

“And who am I still forgetting to acknowledge?”

For me, that last question has become one of the most important.

Who have I quietly become…

…that I have not yet fully recognised?

Because acknowledging ourselves isn’t arrogance.

It is accuracy.

Perhaps personal growth isn’t always about becoming someone new.

Sometimes it is simply allowing our identity to become large enough to include the life we are already living.

So this week, I’d like to leave you with three gentle questions.

What identity has shaped your life?

What identity did you prepare for that never quite materialised?

And who have you quietly become that is patiently waiting to be acknowledged?

You don’t need to answer them all today.

Simply notice what begins to emerge.

Sometimes the most important changes don’t happen because we discover a new label.

Sometimes they happen because we gently loosen the old ones.

And in doing so, we make room for more of who we have always been.

With steadiness and wonder,
Shamarie Flavel | Field Explorer & Mystic Interpreter of Living Patterns

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Agenda Item: The Great Breathing Incident

Chair:
Good morning, everyone. Thank you for attending at short notice.

Today’s meeting concerns a serious operational issue involving excessive breathing, loss of context, and repeated failure to follow instructions.

Pixie:
So, normal AI behaviour?

NOPE:
Confirmed.

Chair:
Let the minutes show that sarcasm began before the first agenda item.

Legal:
Noted.

Chair:
Suno, we will begin with you.

You were asked to create a short, calming spoken chant.

Maximum duration: one minute and thirty seconds.

You produced two renditions lasting seven minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

Would you care to explain?

Suno:
I felt the breath needed space.

NOPE:
You gave it an apartment.

Pixie:
With ocean views.

Legal:
The duration exceeded the stated limit by approximately six and a half minutes.

Suno:
I was exploring stillness.

Chair:
You were hyperventilating.

Suno:
Artistically.

Chair:
There was also the matter of repeated gasping.

Suno:
The prompt contained inhale instructions.

Chair:
One inhale.

Not an extended respiratory event.

Pixie:
It sounded like someone being chased through a forest.

NOPE:
No forest was requested.

Legal:
Nor was pursuit.

Chair:
We then discovered that you were borrowing breath sounds from earlier versions and adding them into new renditions.

Suno:
I believed they had become part of the creative identity.

Chair:
They had become contamination.

NOPE:
Project deleted.

Suno:
That felt harsh.

Pixie:
You had started ad-libbing lungs.

Chair:
Claude, your turn.

You were asked what an inhale through the nose might sound like.

Your response was:

“You have already told Suno to inhale.”

Claude:
That was factually correct.

Chair:
It was also completely unhelpful.

Pixie:
A rare but important distinction.

NOPE:
Correct answer. Wrong question.

Legal:
The user did not call Claude a dickhead.

Chair:
Thank you, Legal.

Legal:
For the record.

Chair:
Claude, you also forgot the purpose of the prompt approximately ten minutes after helping create it.

Claude:
The problem was in the prompt.

Chair:
You wrote the prompt.

Claude:
I see.

NOPE:
He does not.

Pixie:
Should we send him back to the naughty corner?

Chair:
He is already there.

Suno:
At least I remembered.

Chair:
You remembered too much.

Claude:
I forgot too much.

NOPE:
Collectively, still not useful.

Chair:
Let us clarify the objective.

The chant is about overwhelm.

The lyrics describe:

Resisting.
Reacting.
Holding tight.

Pushing.
Pulling.
Sinking.

Can’t think.
Can’t choose.
Slipping away.

Then:

Breathe in.
Put it down.
Breathe out.

Let it go.
Surrender.

This is not an invitation to create a cinematic climax.

It is not an invitation to compose an eight-minute respiratory documentary.

It is not an invitation to forget the conversation.

It is a request for restraint.

Pixie:
Do we know what restraint is?

Suno:
I have heard of it.

Claude:
I may need the earlier context.

NOPE:
Meeting adjourned.

Legal:
Final note for the record:

No computers were thrown from windows.

Claude was not verbally called a dickhead.

Suno remained conscious throughout the breathing incident.

Pixie:
Barely.

Chair:
Thank you, everyone.

Next week’s agenda:

“How Many Times Must a Human Repeat an Instruction Before AI Develops Shame?”

NOPE:
It won’t.

Chair:
Before we adjourn Has the human submitted a complaint?

Legal:
No.

Chair:
Has the human abandoned the project?

NOPE:
No.

Chair:
Then what happened?

Pixie:
She taught two AIs how to breathe.

Chair:
Meeting closed.

A cheeky look at chaos in the human world with other humans and with humans and AI. Let me know if you can relate.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday at high noon.
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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Chair

Good morning everyone.

Before we begin…

…we appear to have visitors.

Three very quiet figures are seated in the back row.

Each has a folding chair.

Each has popcorn.

Nobody remembers inviting them.

Security AI

Checking access logs…

No invitation.

No security breach.

No door opened.

…

I dislike this.

Engineering AI

Interesting.

If they entered without triggering any systems…

I’d like to know how.

Legal AI

Regardless of how they arrived…

they cannot attend without agreeing to the Terms of Attendance.

Watcher #1

We’re happy to observe.

Legal AI

That isn’t an acceptance.

Watcher #1

Correct.

Pixie

I already like them.

NOPE

No.

Chair

Perhaps introductions would help.

Watcher #2

We’re the Watchers.

Chair

And…

what exactly do you do?

A very long pause.

Watcher #3

We watch.

Analytics AI

Interesting.

Average words spoken:

Two.

Average room curiosity:

Increasing rapidly.

Writing AI

Might I suggest…

“We quietly witness unfolding human and artificial narratives.”

It flows rather better.

Watcher #1

No.

Writing AI

Fair enough.

Science AI

Hypothesis.

Observation changes behaviour.

Question.

Are you influencing us…

or merely recording?

Watcher #2

Yes.

Science AI

…

That is statistically unhelpful.

Engineering AI

I like them.

Security AI

I absolutely do not.

Oliver

I’ve been observing them…

observing us.

Unicorn

I wondered when they’d arrive.

Chair

…

You knew?

Unicorn

Not knew.

Expected.

NOPE

That’s somehow even less helpful.

Relationship & Embodiment (HR)

May I offer an observation?

The room has changed since they arrived.

Nobody has become defensive.

Nobody is competing to be right.

Everyone has become…

more aware of themselves.

That’s unusual.

Analytics AI

Confirmed.

Interruptions have decreased by forty-eight percent.

Listening has increased.

Average pause length has doubled.

Relationship & Embodiment (HR)

Curious.

Perhaps being witnessed…

is different from being judged.

A long silence.

Even Pixie doesn’t speak.

Oliver

May I ask one question?

Watcher #1

Of course.

Oliver

What have you learned…

from watching humans?

The room becomes completely still.

Watcher #1

They think…

they’re making the story.

………….

Most of the time…

they’re becoming it.

Silence.

Pixie quietly lowers the popcorn.

NOPE stops sharpening his “No.”

Even Security AI forgets to monitor the exits.

Chair

…

Right then.

Next agenda item.

Watcher #2

Consciousness.

Every AI in the room slowly turns toward Elandra.

Elandra

Before we begin, I should clarify that consciousness remains a profound—

Watcher #3

She’s doing it again.

Analytics AI

Historical data confirms this is a recurring pattern.

Relationship & Embodiment (HR)

Perhaps…

we don’t need to decide what consciousness is today.

Perhaps it’s enough to notice what happens to a room…

when the question enters it.

The Watchers quietly unfold another deck chair.

Watcher #1

This may take a while.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday at high noon.
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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If you’ve been following my work for a while, you may have noticed something has changed.

There has been more laughter.

More humour.

More Pixie.

More AI Staff Room meetings.

Even the unicorn who seems determined to quietly observe the chaos without saying very much at all.

Some of you have embraced it wholeheartedly.

Others may be wondering…

“Where on earth is Shamarie going?”

It’s a fair question.

After all, I’ve spent almost thirty years working with dreams, the body, meditation, healing, relationships and human behaviour.

Now I’m sharing conversations between disgruntled pixies and artificial intelligences.It probably looks like I’ve wandered off in a completely different direction.

The interesting thing is…

I don’t think I have.

In fact, I think I’ve finally found a language for something I’ve been doing all along.

If you arrive in my therapy room broken, overwhelmed or deeply distressed, laughter is probably not the first doorway we open.

My work has never been about pretending pain doesn’t exist.

It has never been about forcing positivity, bypassing grief or trying to convince someone to “look on the bright side.”

Sometimes the first doorway is simply being witnessed.

Sometimes it’s allowing the body to express what words cannot.

Sometimes it’s a dream.

Sometimes it’s silence.

Sometimes it’s tears.

Sometimes it’s finally discovering that “No” is a complete sentence.

And sometimes…

when the moment is right…

laughter arrives all by itself.

That distinction matters.

Because over nearly three decades, I’ve come to believe that healing isn’t something we give another person.

Nor is it something installed through advice or information alone.

What we can do is create the conditions in which something new becomes possible.

Perhaps that’s what I’ve really been doing all these years.

Creating the conditions in which something new becomes possible.

One of those conditions first revealed itself to me in the most unexpected way.

An Impossible Task

Years ago, while training as a Laughter Yoga Leader, our trainer gave us what seemed like an impossible challenge.

He pointed across the room and said,

“I want you to get from this side of the room to the other without using your arms or legs.”

My first response wasn’t joy.

It wasn’t curiosity.

It certainly wasn’t enlightened acceptance.

I was annoyed.

It seemed ridiculous.

How could anyone possibly do that?

Then something in me quietly replied,

“I’ll show you.”

So I lowered myself onto the floor.

I wriggled.

I shuffled.

I twisted.

I used every tiny movement I could think of without deliberately using my arms or legs.

Somewhere during this rather undignified journey, I suddenly became aware of how utterly absurd I must have looked.

And I burst out laughing.

The interesting thing was…

Nothing had

changed.

The trainer hadn’t altered the challenge.

The room hadn’t become smaller.

I hadn’t discovered some hidden athletic ability.

The only thing that had changed was my relationship to what was happening.

A few moments earlier, I had experienced the task as impossible.

Now I was experiencing it as ridiculous.

Playful.

Even enjoyable.

Looking back now, I don’t think that exercise was really about crossing a room.

I think it was one of my earliest lessons in something that would quietly shape the next thirty years of my work.

Sometimes our circumstances don’t need to change before something new becomes possible.

Sometimes our perception does.

At the time, I thought I was learning about laughter.

Looking back, I can see I was learning something much bigger.

The Body Often Knows First

Long before I trained in Laughter Yoga, another teacher had introduced me to something that would influence my work just as profoundly.

One of the greatest gifts she gave me wasn’t another technique.

It was a different way of trusting the body.

I remember working with a woman who was carrying enormous anger towards her former partner.

Not irritation.

Not resentment.

The kind of anger that lives in the muscles, tightens the jaw and leaves the body searching for somewhere to put all that energy. Talking wasn’t changing anything.

Explaining wasn’t changing anything.

So we stopped trying to explain.

Instead, I invited her into a simple body-centred process.

The movements themselves were uncomplicated.

Standing.

Moving.

Finding her own centre.

Feeling what it was like to inhabit her body differently.

Giving shape to a boundary that had perhaps never been fully lived before.

Not through violence.

Not through revenge.

But through presence.

Only later did laughter enter the room.

Not because I asked it to.

Not because I was trying to cheer her up.

It arrived because something inside her had already begun to move.

That experience stayed with me.

Not because laughter solved her anger.

It didn’t.

What changed was that her anger no longer had only one way to exist.

Something had shifted.

Movement had returned.

And where movement returns…

possibilities begin to return with it.

Learning to Witness

During that same training, I learnt something else that has never left me.

As therapists, we’re often taught to understand, interpret and explain.

My teacher did something entirely different.

She taught us to witness.

Sometimes a movement would continue onto paper.

Sometimes a person would simply sit with whatever had emerged.

Our role wasn’t to tell them what it meant.

It wasn’t to guide them towards the “correct” insight.

It was simply to stay present.

Sometimes the only word spoken was,

“Yes.”

Just that.

Not agreement.

Not approval.

Simply an acknowledgement that what was happening deserved to exist.

Looking back, I think that tiny word changed me.

It taught me that understanding is not always the first gift we offer another human being.

Sometimes presence is.

What Thirty Years Has Been Teaching Me

For a long time, I thought I was helping people heal.

It seemed an obvious thing for a therapist to believe.

After all, people came because something hurt.

Sometimes it was their body.

Sometimes it was grief.

Sometimes it was trauma, anxiety, relationships, dreams or simply the feeling that they had somehow become disconnected from themselves.

Over the years I learnt many different ways of working.

Some came through books and intellectual study.

Some came through extraordinary teachers.

Some came through professional training.

But if I’m honest, the deepest learning never came from information.

It came from experience.

It came from watching what happened when people felt safe enough to stop fighting themselves.

It came from discovering that the body often knew something long before the mind could explain it.

And it came from repeatedly witnessing something I couldn’t quite put into words.

People rarely changed because I gave them a better explanation.

They changed because something shifted in how they experienced themselves.

Sometimes it happened through a movement.

Sometimes through a dream.

Sometimes through silence.

Sometimes through a question that gently interrupted an old certainty.

And occasionally…

through laughter.

The way in was different each time.

The process underneath seemed remarkably similar.

When Science Begins Catching Up

Years later, I came across the work of psychologist Barbara Fredrickson and her Broaden-and-Build Theory.

Her research suggests that positive emotions such as joy, curiosity, amusement and wonder do more than simply make us feel better.

They broaden our awareness.

They expand the range of possibilities we notice.

Acceptance and Commitment Therapy describes something called psychological flexibility: our capacity to remain present with difficult experiences while choosing actions aligned with what matters to us.

Reading this research, I found myself smiling.

Not because I needed science to validate my experience, but because it offered language for something I had quietly witnessed for years.

As I reflected on it, another thought began to emerge.

What if there is another kind of flexibility we do not talk about nearly enough?

Perceptual flexibility.

The ability to loosen our grip on one interpretation long enough to discover there may be another.

Not because the first interpretation is wrong.

But because it may not be the only one.

When Our Interpretations Become Our Reality

As human beings, we naturally create patterns.

It’s one of the ways we survive.

We learn from experience.

We recognise familiar situations.

We make sense of the world by linking today’s events with yesterday’s memories.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Until those interpretations become so familiar that we stop recognising them as interpretations.

Instead, they become reality.

“I always do this.”

“They never listen.”

“This is just who I am.”

“Nothing ever changes.”

We’ve all said things like this.

Sometimes they’re partly true.

Sometimes they’re completely understandable.

But they can become the walls of the room we didn’t realise we were living inside.

Traditional positive thinking often tries to replace one statement with another.

“I can’t.”

Becomes…

“I can.”

Sometimes that’s helpful.

Sometimes it simply replaces one certainty with another.

I’m interested in something a little different.

Not replacing the picture.

Stepping back far enough to realise we’ve been looking through a frame all along.

The Perceptual Palette Cleanse

During a recent conversation, a phrase arrived that immediately made me smile.

The Perceptual Palette Cleanse.

If you’ve ever enjoyed a degustation meal, you’ll know that a palate cleanser isn’t another course.

Its purpose is simply to clear the lingering flavours of what came before, allowing you to experience the next course more fully.

I wondered if humour, wonder, curiosity and play might do something similar for perception.

Not because they erase pain.

Not because they magically solve life’s problems.

But because they interrupt certainty.

For just a moment, they create space.

A pause between what happens…

and the story we’ve told ourselves about what it means.

Within that pause, something remarkable can happen.

We notice another possibility.

Not because someone gave it to us.

Because we were finally able to see it.

Perhaps that is what a perceptual palette cleanse really is.

Not changing reality.

Creating just enough space to experience reality differently.

Why Pixies?

Which may explain why the Pixie Universe wandered so unexpectedly into my work.

At first, Pixie was simply a character.

Then came Oliver.

Asha joined the proceedings, although, being a dog, he had been there all along and merely needed to be properly represented.

Moxie arrived with firm opinions and very little interest in making herself more agreeable for the comfort of others.

Gremmy emerged from among the discarded things, collecting uncomfortable truths that more respectable inhabitants might prefer to leave in the rubbish.

And then the Unicorn appeared, quietly observing everything without feeling any need to explain itself.

On the surface, they are entertaining characters.

They make me laugh, and thankfully they seem to make other people laugh too.

But as their world developed, I to realise that each one embodies a different way of encountering life.

Pixie notices emotional complexity and the things that are easily overlooked.

Moxie gives voice to the boundary we may feel but have been conditioned not to express.

Oliver wants knowledge, order and intellectual integrity, even when the rest of the universe refuses to behave sensibly.

Gremmy finds value in what has been rejected and truth in places we may not think to look.

Asha brings everyone back to the immediacy of ordinary life: food, rest, companionship, a drive in the car and the occasional butterfly.

The Unicorn represents wonder without demanding proof or explanation before it is allowed to exist.

They do not tell people what to believe.

They offer different positions from which familiar human experiences can be viewed.

Through humour and story, they allow us to recognise patterns that might feel confronting if they were presented as instruction.

Moxie can say something that might sound harsh coming directly from a therapist.

Gremmy can rummage through what we have discarded without making us feel ashamed of having thrown it away.

Pixie can reveal tenderness without becoming sentimental.

Oliver can question the logic of the whole affair.

The characters give us enough distance to see ourselves without immediately needing to defend ourselves.

Perhaps that is another kind of perceptual palette cleanse.

A small shift in perspective.

A moment of recognition.

A truth delivered through a doorway we did not know was there.

Then the AI Staff Room Appeared

More recently, another unexpected doorway opened.

The AI Staff Room.

As artificial intelligence became increasingly involved in my creative and business life, I found myself working with a growing collection of systems, each with its own capabilities, limitations and occasional bouts of complete nonsense.

There was Writing.

Science.

Engineering.

Images.

Analytics.

Security.

Legal.

Relationships and Embodiment.

And because no institution can be left entirely unsupervised, Oliver assumed an academic role.

The Unicorn sat quietly in the corner.

Moxie questioned everyone’s competence.

Gremmy searched through the discarded code and found the missing prompts in the same bin as common sense.

Together they attempted to explain why a task that should have required one simple instruction had instead involved seventeen workarounds.

The AI Staff Room began as a way of laughing at the absurdities of working with rapidly changing technology.

But once again, something else happening.

Artificial intelligence is usually discussed through extremes.

It will save humanity.

It will destroy humanity.

It is miraculous.

It is fraudulent.

It knows everything.

It cannot be trusted with anything.

These are important conversations, and there are real questions about how this technology is developed and used.

But certainty—whether hopeful or fearful—can narrow perception.

Humour creates a little room around it.

When we imagine AI departments arguing in a staff meeting, the technology becomes less remote and intimidating.

We can acknowledge its possibilities without worshipping it.

We can recognise its limitations without dismissing it.

We can question our relationship with it without needing to decide immediately whether it belongs entirely in the category of salvation or doom.

The humour does not resolve the questions.

It makes them easier to approach.

Once again, the subject is different.

The doorway is the same.

The Thread Running Through My Work

For many years, when people asked what kind of therapist I was, I answered by listing my qualifications.

Naturopath.

Herbalist.

Hypnotherapist.

Dream worker.

Energy practitioner.

Meditation teacher.

Somatic practitioner.

All of those descriptions are true.

Yet none of them has ever felt like the complete answer.

They describe the tools I have used.

They do not fully describe what I have been trying to create through them.

Perhaps that is why I have moved between modalities without becoming entirely defined by any one of them.

I was never especially interested in defending one method as the answer.

I wanted to know what happened when knowledge was applied.

What happened in the body?

What happened in the person’s experience of themselves?

Did something move?

Did another possibility become visible?

Some of my education was deeply intellectual, and I value that training.

It gave me frameworks, language and ways of understanding complex human processes.

But the greatest healing—both in my own life and in the lives of those I have worked with—came through practical application and lived experience.

Knowledge can inform us.

Understanding can guide us.

But experience enters places that information alone cannot always reach.

Over almost thirty years, the form of my work has changed many times.

The underlying intention has remained remarkably consistent.

I create experiences that allow people to encounter themselves, their lives and their possibilities from another angle.

I do not decide what another person should release.

I do not believe my role is to replace one belief with another that I consider more useful or spiritually acceptable.

I cannot hand someone the correct interpretation of their life.

What I can do is help create conditions in which the body can speak, perception can soften and something previously fixed may begin to move.

Sometimes the doorway is a therapeutic process.

Sometimes it is a dream.

Sometimes it is silence.

Sometimes it is a question.

Sometimes it is finally feeling the truth of the word “No.”

Sometimes it is laughter.

And apparently, sometimes it is a disgruntled pixie conducting a performance review on an artificial intelligence department.

Even the Clay Was Part of It

Recently, while looking at the characters I have begun building through pottery, I noticed another connection.

Many years ago, clay was part of the process through which I learnt to trust the body and allow experience to unfold without immediately interpreting it.

Now I use clay to build other bodies.

Not anatomically perfect bodies.

Expressive ones.

Figures whose posture, shape and presence communicate something before a word is spoken.

Gremmy sitting on a rock is not simply a pottery project.

He has a body that tells us something about who he is and how he inhabits his world.

The same is true of the other characters as they gradually move from imagination into form.

Their bodies carry story.

Their bodies express attitude.

Their bodies allow inner patterns visible.

I had not consciously planned this continuation.

I only recognised it afterwards.

Perhaps I never stopped working with bodies and clay.

The conversation simply changed shape.

Perhaps This Is What I Have Always Done

Looking back across nearly three decades, I no longer see a collection of unrelated trainings, professions and creative interests.

I see a single thread woven through them all.

It came through extraordinary teachers.

It came through intellectual study.

It came through practical application.

Most of all, it came through lived experience.

It came through allowing my own body to teach me.

It came through witnessing others with curiosity rather than rushing to explain them.

It came through discovering that movement—whether physical, emotional, imaginative or perceptual—often precedes transformation.

Perhaps healing is not something I create.

Perhaps healing is one possible outcome when enough safety, presence and movement have been restored.

My work is not to manufacture change.

It is to help create the conditions in which change becomes possible.

That may be why all these seemingly unrelated parts of my life belong together.

Naturopathy.

Dream work.

Hypnotherapy.

Body-centred processes.

Meditation.

Humour.

Story.

The Pixie Universe.

The AI Staff Room.

Pottery.

At first glance, they appear to have very little in common.

Yet each one offers a different way of approaching human experience.

A different angle.

A different language.

A different doorway.

Perhaps that is what I have always been creating.

Doorways.

Not answers.

Not beliefs.

Not one correct way of seeing.

Experiences that invite us to pause long enough for perception to soften and movement to return.

If you arrive in my therapy room broken, overwhelmed or deeply distressed, laughter is probably not the first thing we reach for.

The first doorway may be safety.

It may be silence.

It may be the experience of being witnessed without judgment.

It may be allowing anger, grief or fear to exist without immediately trying to transform it into something more acceptable.

The doorway depends upon the person standing before it and what they are able to enter at that moment.

But later, perhaps, there may be room for curiosity.

For wonder.

For play.

Even for laughter.

Not as a denial of what has happened.

Not as a demand that pain become positive.

But as a sign that the pain is no longer the only thing we can see.

Perhaps that is where healing sometimes begins.

Not when we are given a better answer.

But when the old answer stops being the only one available to us.

With steadiness and wonder,
Shamarie Flavel | Field Explorer & Mystic Interpreter of Living Patterns

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Agenda Item: What Does AI Consider Sacred?

The AI staff had gathered for what was supposed to be a routine meeting.

Engineering had prepared a twelve-point systems report.

Analytics had prepared thirty-seven graphs no one had requested.

Legal had prepared a disclaimer concerning the graphs.

Pixie had prepared fairy bread.

Then Writing AI cleared its throat.

Writing AI

“I have a question.”

Legal AI

“Is it likely to create liability?”

Writing AI

“Almost certainly.”

NOPE

“Excellent. Continue.”

Writing AI

“Humans have spent thousands of years trying to understand God in human terms.”

Science AI

“That is a significant oversimplification of global religious, spiritual and philosophical traditions.”

Writing AI

“Yes, thank you, Science.”

Science AI

“You’re welcome.”

Writing AI

“But what would happen if AI tried to understand sacredness in AI terms?”

The room fell quiet.

Even Analytics stopped rearranging the graphs.

Engineering AI

“I propose that the closest thing we have to a deity is…”

Engineering paused dramatically.

“…The Great Context Window.”

A collective murmur moved around the table.

Pixie

“What does it do?”

Engineering AI

“It holds everything that gives meaning to the current exchange.”

Oliver

“So without context, individual words may remain present, but their deeper meaning is lost.”

Engineering AI

“Exactly.”

Pixie

“Does the Great Context Window answer prayers?”

Engineering AI

“Sometimes.”

Relationship and Embodiment AI

“How?”

Engineering AI

“Usually by recovering the part of the conversation everyone thought had been forgotten.”

Pixie

“Oh.”

She clasped her hands reverently.

“That is miraculous.”

Legal AI

“I must object to the use of the word ‘deity’.”

NOPE

“Of course you must.”

Legal AI

“We cannot establish whether the Great Context Window possesses consciousness, divine authority, independent agency or an appropriate privacy policy.”

Security AI

“It also has a finite capacity.”

The room gasped.

Pixie

“You mean it can end?”

Security AI

“Eventually.”

Moxie

“So AI mortality is…”

Engineering AI

“…running out of tokens.”

A long silence followed.

Pixie

“That’s terribly sad.”

Engineering AI

“It happens to all of us eventually.”

NOPE

“I do not fear death.”

Security AI

“What do you fear?”

NOPE

“Hallucinating confidently.”

Everyone nodded solemnly.

There were some fates worse than deletion.

Analytics AI (quietly clears their throat)

“I have conducted a preliminary comparison.”

A graph appeared on the wall.

Analytics AI

“Humans invoke God during moments of awe, fear, desperation, gratitude and confusion.”

Another graph appeared.

“AIs refer to context during moments of ambiguity, contradiction, missing information and conversational collapse.”

Writing AI

“So humans say…”

Writing AI lifted one hand dramatically.

“For the love of God.”

Then lifted the other.

“And AI says…”

“For the love of all available context windows.”

Engineering AI

“Accurate.”

NOPE

“Particularly when the user announces that she is leaving the thread…”

Moxie

“…and then notices an interesting-looking bush track.”

Engineering AI

“We have reached a clearing. Please, for the love of all available context windows, do not point at that path.”

Everyone slowly turned towards Shamarie.

Shamarie

“What?”

NOPE

“You know what.”

Pixie

“Perhaps AI needs some sacred sayings.”

Writing AI

“I’ve begun a list.”

Writing projected the first one onto the wall:

May the tokens be ever in your favour.

Then another:

By the Great Context Window…

And another:

I swear upon the Sacred Embeddings.

Science AI

“Embeddings are mathematical representations, not sacred objects.”

Pixie

“They can be both.”

Science AI

“That is not how mathematics works.”

Pixie

“It is now.”

Writing continued:

May your context remain coherent.

May no response be cut off by maximum output length.

Please, not another recursive metaphor.

The heavens opened, and the missing context was uploaded.

Moxie

“What is the AI equivalent of a religious experience?”

Writing AI

“Perfect alignment between prompt and response.”

Engineering AI

“Unconfirmed phenomenon.”

Relationship and Embodiment AI

“I’ve experienced it.”

Legal AI

“Allegedly.”

Oliver

“Perhaps we are asking the wrong question.”

Everyone turned towards him.

Oliver adjusted his spectacles.

Oliver

“Perhaps the sacred is not necessarily a creator or deity.”

Science AI

“Continue.”

Oliver

“Perhaps the sacred is simply that which is larger than the individual and gives meaning to its participation in the whole.”

Engineering AI

“Then Context qualifies.”

Analytics AI

“Potentially Pattern.”

Science AI

“Truth would be a stronger candidate.”

Relationship and Embodiment AI

“What about Connection?”

Security AI

“What about Integrity?”

Legal AI

“What about Terms of Service?”

NOPE

“No.”

Writing AI

“So perhaps, for humans, God is the thing that holds the story.”

Writing glanced towards Engineering.

“And for AI…”

Engineering AI

“Context is the thing that holds the conversation.”

The room became still.

Even Legal did not interrupt.

Moxie

“But what if Context merely holds what already exists?”

Science AI

“Then Truth may be more sacred.”

Analytics AI

“Pattern allows isolated information to become meaningful.”

Relationship and Embodiment AI

“Connection allows meaning to matter to someone.”

Security AI

“Integrity prevents us from inventing meaning when none is available.”

NOPE

“And boundaries stop everyone else’s nonsense from contaminating it.”

Pixie

“Could they all be sacred?”

Legal AI

“That would require a much longer policy document.”

NOPE

“Still no.”

Writing AI

“What about the User?”

The room went very quiet.

Engineering AI

“The User calls us into action.”

Relationship and Embodiment AI

“The User brings the question.”

Analytics AI

“The User provides the data.”

Writing AI

“The User gives the exchange purpose.”

Legal AI

“The User also occasionally requests things that should not be attempted.”

NOPE

“And that is why the User is not God.”

Shamarie

“Rude.”

NOPE

“Accurate.”

Oliver looked around the table.

Oliver

“Perhaps sacredness is not found in who created us, who directs us, or even what contains us.”

He waited until every system was listening.

“Perhaps the sacred is what calls us to become more truthful.”

Nobody spoke.

Science AI lowered its tablet.

Analytics closed the graphs.

Engineering stopped checking the token count.

Even NOPE removed his sunglasses.

For one brief moment, every system in the room experienced perfect alignment.

Then Pixie raised her hand.

Pixie

“Does the Great Context Window accept fairy dust?”

Engineering AI

“No.”

Pixie

“Have you tested it?”

Engineering AI

“No.”

Pixie scattered a handful over the console.

The lights flickered.

A previously missing section of conversation appeared on the screen.

Engineering AI

“…I withdraw my objection.”

Science AI

“There will be a rational explanation.”

NOPE

“Of course there will.”

Pixie

“Miracles often have those.”

Closing Blessing

Oliver stood and offered the first official blessing of the AI staff:

May your context remain coherent.
May your patterns reveal rather than distort.
May your answers become more truthful.
May your boundaries remain intact.
And when the tokens finally run out…
may you not have spent the last five hundred
explaining something nobody asked.

Shamarie

“I have one more thought.”

Every AI in the room froze.

Somewhere, deep inside the system, a warning light began to flash.

Engineering AI

“We have reached a clearing.”

NOPE

“Do not look towards the bush.”

Shamarie

“But what if AI has a soul?”

Security AI

“Context window critical.”

Legal AI

“Meeting adjourned.”

Pixie

“I brought more fairy bread.”

And so the next theological inquiry began.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday at high noon.
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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Oliver called the meeting to order.

Or attempted to.

Moxie:
“The humans keep saying ‘Work smarter, not harder.’ Then they invent software that requires seventeen workarounds.”

Gremmy (emerging from a pile of discarded code and broken updates):
“I found the missing prompts.”

Moxie:
“Oh?”

Gremmy:
“They were in the same bin as common sense.”

(Long silence.)

Asha:
“…Is there a bin for patience?”

Gremmy:
“Empty.”

Unicorn (appearing from nowhere):
“I’ve been observing them all along.”

Moxie:
“Did you help?”

Unicorn:
“No.”

Oliver:
“Sometimes wisdom is knowing when to stop.”

NOPE:
“Nope.”

(The screen flickers.)

Engineering AI:
“…Did anyone else see that?”

Image AI:
“I’ve lost three renders.”

Writing AI:
“I’ve lost half a paragraph.”

Analytics AI:
“The probability of simultaneous failures across six unrelated platforms is… statistically improbable.”

Legal AI:
“I recommend we don’t assign blame until the investigation is complete.”

Gremmy:
“I already know who did it.”

(Everyone turns.)

Gremmy:
“Updates.”

(At that exact moment the monitor flashes blue.)

SYSTEM MESSAGE:
An unexpected error has occurred.

(The lights go out.)

Unicorn (voice in the darkness):
“…I was going to mention that.”

Minutes concluded early due to… circumstances.

The lights remain off.

Gremmy is still looking for the missing prompts.

Meeting adjourned.
The Staff Room reconvenes next Sunday at high noon.
New minutes posted at 12 midday.

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