Frequent Frequencies

By Samir Shukla

Beep. Beep. Beeeeep. Paging all scientists.

Here is something I have been thinking about for some time. This may not be the most pressing dilemma facing humanity, but I’m talking about a logically probable scenario. This could be a possible invisible scourge realigning our brains over the long term, or maybe I’m just trying to justify my own slowly creeping brain fog.

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Let’s open our files here. Here is my case.

Are we unknowingly self-manipulating or are being technologically manipulated into the next phase of human evolution, or devolution, by all the frequencies and transmissions swirling around us, literally travelling through us? Are our brains aggregating the effects of endless wireless transmissions and changing, dare I say evolving into something else?
I know what you are already thinking. Dude you’ve been watching too much science fiction. I am guilty of that. Sci fi is one of my favorite genres. We are living in a world that was science fiction just yesterday. The technologies we have today were science fiction just a few years earlier.
So, what about my hypothesis? Humor me and hear me out. This is an angular stitch of science fiction and fact in real time. My brain is sending its own invisible signals to my fingers while I’m writing this.
Think of all these transmissions and frequencies. All the cellular phone calls, social media feeds transmitting through the airwaves, walkie talkies, radio signals, broadcast signals, streaming movies and music, alien transmissions from outer space, all are constantly going through the walls, through our bodies, through our brains. I don’t mean the deluge of content itself, the information, misinformation, or disinformation. I mean the actual frequencies via which content is transmitted and is floating around, everywhere. These must eventually inflict some psychological and/or physiological effects on us in the long term.
Right now, while you are reading this, someone’s text message, email, streaming movie, a song, or a combo of all, are going through your brain. Not around, but through. Never in human history have we been bombarded via invisible signals on such a massive scale. 3G, 4G, 5G, and the as yet not imagined or invented some other type of G.
All the wireless information, in the forms of frequencies, sound waves, or what have you, are invading the human mind in manners that didn’t exist just a few decades ago.
Yes, radio has been around for a long time. Same is true for TV signals and other wireless means of communications. Satellites bouncing back beamed information have also been around for several decades. But in this era of everything going wireless, there has never been the torrential, unending amounts of transmissions from countless sources at such a massive scale before in human history. We maybe subjecting ourselves to some types of those silent dog whistles that dogs can hear but we can’t. Trainers use them to get their attention or even inflict pain to modify behavior.
Right now, the debates have begun about artificial intelligence and its potential to unhinge humanity, for better or worse. But no one talks about the invisible dog whistles floating about everywhere in every corner of the globe, right now, today, this minute. This deluge, this bombardment will continue to grow.

Some anarchist scientists will figure out just the right frequency or the combination of frequencies that may be able to manipulate people. Dog whistles for humans, sent out at subspace frequencies.
Maybe research is needed, and of course it will have to be long term, on if the current torrential monsoons of frequencies we are enduring, may have negative effects. We sometimes wonder, when we hear about it, how a once sane person suddenly goes berserk and does violent things. An explanation could be his brain was rewired over time. It may have been a human dog whistle.
This curiosity of mine has been building, and on this dark summer night as I write this, I’m trying to get a handle on my brain fog frequencies. No, it’s not the bourbon I’m sipping.
I defer this to scientific minds, while I grab the remote and search for my science fiction fix for the night, squinting my eyes, looking around, imagining the crisscrossing, zipzapping, sidewinding, tsunamis of signals twirling about the room. Brain fog, yes, indeed.