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Q9 Reborn Darker: 50% More Twisted Macinations and Blackened Gaits of Fate

2009-04-18T00:55:00.000-07:00

... (The cover was a Tesseract! Big time deja vu on that one.) The title referred to the fact that all previous collections ended up divided into 9 sections, and this one was also, thus Quadra 9. All except Triumvirum's 3x3 format were just coincidentally divided into 9 sections. I can't compare this collection to the others. It just exploded creatively. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. When or where it worked, it was awesome though. Occasionally dark and twisted, yet never without a purpose or soul. ...

PolSci.com (Original index page)
(and every index page there since then), Early 2004

Not to say this collection is that great, but it is for me is what people write poetry for, to create something better than you are, to channel creativity into something really really good. After this, I had no need to prove myself to others. It is as good or as worthless as anything people do, and it was definitely a real collection. How to divide it up, how to try to make sense of it, that was more difficult. The strangest ones, with made up words, olde English quasi-Shakespearian (lots of Thy's), and brilliant imagery left me wondering where it was leading. It was definitely stranger and better than the ones before it, and a bit darker. I had touched on serious subjects like Death Squads in Central America, the literal raping and murder of Amazonia with Triumvirum, but Quadranine came closer to a fuller viewing of what people really are behind their self-images.

The original order I think is important. It shows how I was interpreting it, one poem at a time, then rereading them. These are good, what next? Where is this going? WTF is it all about? It is strange enough and a big enough of a collection I really still do not have a clue about that. Many of the subjects I have touched on in other things all my life. In some left-out mostly forgotten poems here, I have seen glimpses of ideas which would only come into full bloom or focus years later, but because those ideas were right here then, I can't say I was not aware of them. Artistically, poetically, absractionally, we are always aware of everything we might do later if we get the chance. All we need is time to sort it or let it out.

Summer 2006, Intro to Quadranine: The Original Uncut Version

Quadranine is moved up on the site because it is the best one I did and it is now restored to its original form. In the last thing written in that notebook was the following line, "A survey of the belief systems people have and the courses of action these beliefs impel them to take." It says little to others perhaps, but to me, that sentence speaks volumes. We are set on courses of "fated" destinies because of what we have bought into, and cannot reconsider while moving. The faster we are moving, the less perspective we have and eventually those movements and those "ends" are all we see and know. I know nothing is fated and all "ends" can be changed. Ideology is what makes us human, separates us from other species, but it is ultimately to be chained to past ways of thinking at the expense of the future and of freedom.

The World We Inherited, The World We Will Leave Behind, September 4,2007 TruthRevival.Org

I did not like the idea of just using a 4 sided pyramid on the cover of Quadranine, nor even one mirrored below it. I then thought of using the same symbol or shape (an octahedron with a line in the middle where "touches" or is in "sync with" this world, a "base") configured in a cube shape with the 6 four sided pyramids pointing to the center of the cube, the bases forming a cube, and the other 6 pointing away from the center outward from the dice shape as points. "Four without and four within..."

I liked the idea of this adding the number 12 to the mix, but the problem was how to draw it so it would not look like a mess (as much as it did when I did draw it). I then thought both representations together, a mess of 12 four sided pyramids (6 octahedrons) in a cube shape with 6 pointing toward the center of a cube and 6 pointing away, next to a regular 4 sided pyramid. But the 6 pointing away was to be the same concept, a mirror image of the other "outer" six but pointing into a "ground" equally from the other "inner" 6 and that "ground" touching the edges of all 12 pyramids at once, a 3 dimensional curved "ground" (the cube between the 12 pyramids) which was really flat somehow (from a 4 dimensional viewpoint, I understand now, seeing a 3D shape as flat, a "ground" as we see a 2D plane as flat) but also at right angles to each outer and inner pyramids along the edges of the cube. Also that the tips and edges of the outer 6 meet up somewhere away exactly the same way as the inner 6, equally mirroring how the 6 inner ones touch, only seen as such when viewed at a different angle.

This was representational of a 4 dimensional object or curved 3 dimensional space around itself. Just as every three dimensional object is a representation of a 2D plane or "space" curved around upon itself, 4D "objects" can be envisioned as curved 3D spaces or universes curved back upon themselves forming that "surface" area. I know now that that was what I was thinking of but could not fully recognize it then in that way yet. When I later that year came upon a wireframe drawing of a tesseract, (the exact same concept or drawing from within middle inner cube when the cube in the innermost area is not a cube but is instead seeming to be a single point) I saw that that concept was more easily drawn and recognizable, and was also an easier to understand concept of 3 dimensional space curved around a back upon itself, and in a single symbol, not two (the way I had previously represented it), both of which were confusing and were two different views upon the same idea which had to be combined mentally to be understood.

Still here; Charles Williams novels; Not going Galt (or Gault) anytime soon anymore
JaredDuBois.com, 4/5/2009

      Since the second post on this blog (Repeating Repetition again, August 7th, 2006) was some lines or quotes from what was then the newly restored version of my "Repetition" collection of poems, dubbed "Repetition Reloaded," I figured I would do the same with the second post back (after a gap of almost 2 years) here, putting up some lines taken from the Quadranine collection since it has also been restored to its original form.

      I refer to it as "dark" or "darker" than the others but it was not really that much different. It was written in a very turbulent year, 1989, 20 years ago this year. Mostly what was removed was simply to try to get it into categories, not always to "lighten" it up at all. Individually, I still think the poems in the Pentacle collection were even better, but it was not the same type of collection because Pentacle was spread out over many years, unlike Quadranine. The longer or more times a work covers, it is not really as representative of a single or more similar time or times. For me, Quadranine and 1989 are linked together as that was the year over which it developed.

      Some of the imagery being stranger and more psychedelic may have a bit to do with the fact that it was the only other collection of poems, except for the first one, The Versatile Verse, in which I was smoking pot during the period of writing it. The election of 1988 did not go as I expected so I pretty much walked away from college for awhile (a fairly long while it turned out) disgusted with the idea of working in politics after that. It was not nearly as upsetting as the election of 2000 was, which was far more disconcerting on a whole gigantically higher level, and for many more people than myself. I stopped smoking pot again after a short time, before the end of 1989, but I am sure that influenced what I was writing somewhat. At least some of the strange imagery in Quagmire and Scares of Wont shows an effect. I had gotten much better at writing poetry by then so that collection combined a much more developed skill with, how shall I put it, artificially enhanced inspiration. It was an overlapping combination that would not be repeated.

      By the time of the Pentacle collection, as I have said previously, I was losing interest in writing poetry. I had moved on to writing songs for awhile for the added challenges of combining poetry with music, which is a different sort of category, more difficult in some ways, more superficial in others. “Wordy” songs, though they can be good and respected, are different than what most people expect songs to be usually. They expect constant or recurring repetition and lighter less thoughtful topics, as well as a far simpler vocabulary than I liked to use with writing poems.

      I tend to like to move on to other things and lost interest in writing songs after a few years as well. Writing long posts at TruthRevival.org was interesting too, a different type of writing form, as is blogging in general, with lots of variations on how people approach writing them. I liked the summation / overview of the first year of TruthRevival.org with The Lion, the Phoenix, and the Serpent retrospective. That could have been a good final coda for that blog if there was to be no more.

      Why I like to move on to new types of writing/art forms, I really don't know definitively. I can't imagine doing or wanting to do the same thing for many years. Learning new things to do creatively means a sudden rush of improvements until you find around what level you will probably finish off at, how far you might get. I don't mean success, money, or fame-wise, which are mostly irrelevant to me. To be financially dependent upon an art form has its own rewards (more free time to get better at it, more incentive to get better at it) but that has its own traps as well such as needing to be more conforming to what others would expect or wish to see, hear, or read. I am glad that other than software, (which most people don't consider an "art" form, though I try to view it and treat it as such) that I have never been dependent upon writing for an income, thus no incentive to do it or keep doing it longer, or for any other reason, other than because it interests me to do so at the time for some reason.

      So while getting Quadranine back into chronological order, at that time I singled out these lines quoted below as a mixture of what I thought were good lines sampled both from the outtakes, as well as from the ones which I felt were good enough to be in the “categorized” shorter version. It took years to get around to posting this anywhere, but since the last post here covered the cover design of Quadranine in great detail, that also seemed to make this a good time to mention the overview of the content as well. And here below is the long ago selected outtakes from Quadranine...

Living the life of a pariah
is a harrowing yet illuminating way to be
as you see a great fear hidden safely away,
a fear of ugliness or of imperfection
in people too immersed in superficiality
to know or care deeply for the minds within
and blind to prejudice's subtlest manifestation

- Sword of the Slight 2
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Raise the pious high then drop them from the sky
while we eagerly await their flight or obliteration

Desecrate the scholars, let them see ignorance's power
and make them fear the inmates who dare to run the asylum

Cut the godhead's throat, destroy their myths then gloat
as we dare even praise ourselves
for being less believing than the rest

- Revolting 5
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Toward injustice
I instinctively set my course
for with all that I am and have
I shall meet it head on full force

Gaining precious momentum
each moment of my waking hours,
I search to find the optimal path
to make even the leviathans cower

- Full Force 6
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No longer lame by assigning blame
I light a torch in the underworld
hoping she'll see the flame

In the dark I grow faint at heart
as one crumpled little body
rips my world apart

- Runaways 9
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A language is a precarious lie
which tells us we do not understand
Understanding is only a means to tell us
that some unseen force is in command

That is the lie which gains our trust
and makes us believe we are piles of dust
but once our lost culture comes of age
ignorance will mark the presence of a sage

- Sage 11
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Those who seek to emancipate all
instead come to enslave as a consequence
To force any agendas through intimidation
is to doom its intents to irrelevance

- Conscientious Objectors 15
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Thy nobles are but pawns and thy outcasts, kings
as pomp and circumstance strip away the cloaks
of spontaneity held dear by the precarious spirit
which presses upon all men to break the wake of God

- Thy Valley is High 19
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And as the crest of humanity
sinks slowly into the sludge of refuse
while the ungainly chart the course
for a ship of states
set adrift upon a sea of eternal greed,
shed a tear for lack of rain

- Quagmire 24
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Efforts to educate are lost
as they tear you down to pay the cost
of keeping the walls of ignorance standing
and send you off for rehabilitation

Laugh hearty and play the knave
as you carry your insanity to the grave
unable to unburden yourself of truth
that you know in heart yet dare not speak

- Sane in an Insane World 27
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That this very self is a part of a greater plan
soon follows from this and leads one to understand
that the very truth of being
lies in a conjunction of all hands

- Inre Gastion 29
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Twisted machinations
and blackened gaits of fate
cringe the stout messiahs
who lie prostate at the gate

- Scares of Wont 30
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The tide of time bears not
any mercy for the drowning
swept away by the flood of relentless subjugation
of a race which once was free
before the wealthy and the learned
defined what freedom meant

- The Eternal Yoke 40
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What is not is our world and what is not is what it us
We are born into ignorance and live out acting thus

- Void and Null 41
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Two very differing worlds
share all lands behind all boundaries
populated by those who chase their dreams
and those who live with despair,
two resultant outlooks which can never be integrated
dooms all futures on Earth

- Diatribe 44
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Monuments to ravenous ideas rise as cold as the stones
which form their stoic base unyielding to the changes
that seek to chip away at the timeless void they seek
to keep humanity trapped in, unable to grow or to die

- Pillars of Stone 47
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Stay free of them and ignore how they are condemned
by our indifference at their tragic way
of having to cope with the absence of hope
and the shadow of death every day

Live in a cocoon guarded by the goons
with the guns to keep them at bay
and kill your heart by living completely apart
from being willing to do what you may

- As You Walk Away 50
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Judge me not by virtue of my ideas compatibility to yours
for you cannot know their true values without being me

Define me not by those standards by which you gaze outward
seeing only that which your palatability allows you to see

Measure me not for I am more than I may seem to be
because in my heart I am not caged by that which I am

- Measure Me Not 52
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Still they asserted for the young to be proud
of the dictators and police state which wrought these things
for in the end the wrongs were made right and justice came,
albeit seemed a bit late

Both will helplessly forever read the official lines
and cheer their young down whatever roads their nations take
for neither are they innocent positive educations they seem,
they are the face of the states hold upon its youth

- Boy Scouts/Young Pioneers 64
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Look down on me all you will
for I shall never look back up to you
Step on me and crush me
but you shall never beat me into submission

Take more than I could ever give
and you will still never possess me
Separate me from this world if you must
for if it is yours to control I do not want it

- Defiance 69
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When there is ever more people
destined to fight for fewer resources
who dares ask they metamorphize
into brilliant creatures of virtue
free from the dank dark earth below?

Now our world is in another sullen state
but who will fight rationality enough
to reach into the depths of the human spirit
and pull up some wondrous new aplomb
to save us again from proceeding consequences?

- Triumph over Reason 72
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Suddenly death is everywhere
and tranquil serenity is forever disrupted
by the disarming preponderance of fear
which sets in upon the mood of the day
preventing all from complete recovery

Overnight chaos becomes the rule
typifying the terror embroidered within
the troubled hearts and minds of the survivors
who wander through the shattered ruins
in the graveyard that yesterday was home

- Without Warning 74
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Inseparably intertwined with its culture,
the individual is more myth than reality
still it is the myth that acts thus
and it is the myth that dies alone
at last separating itself from all else,
digesting slowly the irrational truth
that never was it a part of anything
but that all else was a part of it

- Individuals 84
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Choose your star carefully
by letting your whole being decide
for the direction you take
may, in time, become you

- Pointed Stars 86
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Where will it come from?
Where will he beat me next?
In the living room?
In the kitchen while I'm making his dinner?
Or in the bedroom after the kids go to sleep?

Where will he hit me this time?
In the face most likely,
his favorite target,
sadistically savoring the chance to make my private torture
visible to the entire world

- Where Next? 87
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...what it was he was only now finding he did not know,
this newness, this undiscovered incompleteness
lying beyond each new turn.

When suddenly and brashly he demanded his immediate release
he quietly was told that he held no bondage to lose
and that anywhere he desired to be lay waiting
merely for the moment and chance for he to choose
for moments are like coins tossed upon an endless forture
waiting to be taken regardless of where or when, or whose

- Vestabur - Part II 96
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Still here; Charles Williams novels; Not going Galt (or Gault) anytime soon anymore [updated]

2009-04-05T01:34:00.000-07:00

I am here. I am now. I deal with that. Do I like or enjoy its pluses and minuses? Do I like what happened to make it possible? Do I accept it or fight against it? To all of the above, sometimes yes, sometimes no.

The 5D Notes- Part 3, January 2005

"I found the pieces in my hand,
they were always there
It just took some time for me to understand
you gave me words I just can't say

So if nothing else
I'll just hold on while you drift away
'cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive

The cities grow
the rivers flow
where you are, I'll never know
but I'm still here

If you were right and I was wrong
why are you the one who's gone
and I'm still here,
still here"

Excerpt from the lyrics of "I'm Still Here" by Vertical Horizon

Note: Begun with the idea of sorting out what it means to be human in accordance with perspective, i.e. how orientation within a system at a right angle opposed to gravity is the perceived to be the "correct" orientation and face to face linear forward perception is the "correct" way of sensing ones environment. (A perceived means of orientation for consciousness within a multidimensional system, which way is up" in 2D, 3D, 4D, etc.) This also was the breeding ground of the ideas which ended up in Assistwo's Perpendicular Universe Dream, this and a real dream I had as a child about being stuck to walls. Understanding gravity and multi-dimensional Universes go hand and hand and perspective is the key to understanding that as your perceptual environment is your actual environment much more than most people have any clue about.
These points are key and relevant to my present means of interpreting how people could perceive environments in light of curved multidimensional spaces (4D, 5D) plus gravity.
Outside of making these points, the rest has been done I am sure many times before by many people as an outsider's view of humanity. Mostly it is from what would or will be the beginning of a sociology treatise I will or would have written around 2009 called The Human Zoo, which I have been thinking about recently. I would not wish to write it any sooner, but felt like starting it now for this part for the reasons noted above. That is why it has to go through the other stuff it mentions first before getting to the part I wanted most to write about now, 4 paragraphs down, orientation within a system.

Intro to Humanity as would be seen from an outside comparative species perspective, Fall 2004

         ... Being in France might actually have made writing Humanity as Seen from an Outside Comparative Species Perspective possible (at least my version of it if that title has already been used) because pretty much immediately at the start of first thinking about it, I figured it would have been written (by me) in France in 2009. Not that I am bound by that pattern, bits and pieces of imagined or ideal futures remembered, but just as I would only have written The Power and the Mana on Haleakala, once I get it into my head of connecting what I write to a certain place and time (and sometimes external events) in the future, I either stick to it or don't bother.
        Anyone who has ever taken art seriously would know that if you can't make what you envision the way you imagine it should be, or at least close enough to how it is in your head, you wouldn't want to bother starting. And that makes sense as an artist. If your "vision" cannot be realized, it would not be your creation.
        But life is in the compromises of working with what you have. Sometimes everything not going according to plan is actually better than what you set out to do, but if you are a true artist, or a pig-head, you still would be pissed off. ...

Outsiders Looking In, Sarkocrats, Russian Arks, and my Ark, 5/31/2007

        I have stressed many times the need for people to think in terms of 4 or more dimensions. To me, this is self-evident. Those with sight (eyesight) tend to think in terms of "things" and of this "thing world" (Universe) and "thing beings." Geometry and how "things" are constructed is key to (understanding what lies behind) this type of thinking.
        But the experienced world goes far beyond 3 physical dimensions. Atoms are a quintessential 4 or more dimensional "object." Only through 4 or more dimensions can electrons "movements" through "non-space" between orbits be adequately explained other than the standard non-explanation, which may as well just call it magical. Also, the interaction between time and movement (electrons) requires multi-dimensional thinking without getting into observer/observed paradoxes.
        Yet consciousness trumps them all requiring many more dimensions to try to explain what it is and how it functions, defying time, even at times causation.
        It seems unlikely that humanity will ever be able to explain all of the implications of this and better understand what Universe we inhabit and how it functions while all of science is ultimately subordinated and subservient to the military for "strategic" advantages, especially in trying to understand the mind, for such studies and insights are always joined hand in hand with how to control it.
        Our aggressive nature and incapacity to pursue a global means to eliminate such mechanisms for controlling thought and progress, seemingly dooms us from finding definite answers about ourselves, our minds, and our worlds, and keeps those professing the most ignorant, ideologically-based close-minded approaches firmly in power, seemingly indefinitely.
        It is no accident ideologues seek to control and harness the military, for it alone has the means to suppress proving them wrong by eliminating research, suppressing facts, and vanishing or breaking or silencing proponents of alternative types of thinking or means of lessening the ever-growing "restraint" of the thinking processes of "free" men and women.

Atoms, consciousness, and military control, 5/3/2007
(and from the 5D Notes Part 6)

"Of Williams' works, this is the one that is best to begin with. I would recommend reading Plato or having a basic understanding of him before attempting it; it also helps to have rudimentary knowledge of the works of the Middle Ages and the Bible. The Unicorn as purity and Holy Kirke, for example, would not be evident offhand to the modern reader. That being said, even without knowing what was going on (which was myself the first ten or so times of reading it and still, to some extent to this day,) you will still learn and gain so much. For the types of people who do tend manage to get through this book and are familiar with the other works mentioned within it, intellectual superiority is a common fault. In this case, Damaris does not do it intentionally and doesn't even realize she is doing it. All she cares about are making little charts to compare the various philosophers and their ideas. She forgets all about the ideas themselves until they are forced upon her to near death. Hopefully we won't have to go through that to realize what we are doing, but this book can give you a near-death shock enough to perhaps do so. Most of Williams books leave you completely drained at the end of them, they are not like reading McDonald where afterwards you want to run around in a field taking in the beauty and picking flowers or whatever. You sit staring at the wall, shaking, and realizing how pitiful you are but also your great potential through love and redemption. Just a heads up; not a book to read when already depressed or weak. At the same time, if you think you are ready; it is probably proof that you aren't."

Review of Place of the Lion, by Alexa Chipman

Editor's note: [Song "Wondering Where the Lions Are"] Partially inspired by Charles Williams' book The Place of the Lion. ...
"I have a relative who is involved in one of those kinds of government jobs where they can't say what they do. The part you can say involves monitoring other people's radio transmissions and breaking codes. At that time China and the Soviet Union were almost at war on their mutual border. And both of them had nuclear capabilities. I had dinner with this relative of mine and he said, "We could wake up tomorrow to a nuclear war." Coming from him, it was a serious statement. So I woke up the next morning and it wasn't a nuclear war. [Laughs] It was a real nice day and there was all this good stuff going on and I had a dream that night which is the dream that is referred to in the first verse of the song, where there were lions at the door, but they weren't threatening, it was kind of a peaceful thing. And it reflected a previous dream that was a real nightmare where the lions were threatening."

-- from "Closer to the Light with Bruce Cockburn" by Paul Zollo, SongTalk, vol. 4, issue 2, 1994. Submitted by Rob Caldwell (on www.cockburnproject.com).

Note: Well, almost 2 years since the last (original new) post here. As Researcher would say, "But my bi-annual 2 year vacation isn't up yet!!! I'm going to call my Union of Unnamed Fictional Characters!" The pattern on 2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple is/was/seems to be: begun in the summer of 2003; finished Book 1 in the summer of 2005; Book 2 begun in the summer of 2007; so this pattern kind of makes me wonder about what might happen in the summer of 2009. Not that I live by, or try to live up to, patterns, but I do find them interesting, and occasionally worthy of recognition. On to new posts... (and maybe new chapters and verses someday soon)

        In continuing the theme of sometimes using this blog to give the backstory of posts for my other blog, Truthrevival.org (itself needing some revival of its own lately these last few years), I will attempt some backstory to the 3 planned (now past) retrospectives or "clip show" posts. The first and the third were to be connected and both dealt with the idea of a disaster (nuclear) averted with Iran. As I said in the alternative 3rd retrospective, when I did not see the world headed in that direction anymore, I decided not to write the 3rd one. Eventually I did write a similar third one, but not in the intended way. Both the first, "The Lion, the Phoenix, and the Serpent: To Renew or Revive, Looking Back on One of Five" and the third (to have been called) "Searching for Langston's America with the "Ghosts" of the LOC (Library of Congress): Lines on Maps, Lines in the Sand, and Bomb, Bomb, Bomb, Bomb Bombing Iran," each was to have included quotes from Charles Williams novels.

        The first retrospective post, "The Lion, the Phoenix, and the Serpent: To Renew or Revive, Looking Back on One of Five" came off exactly as intended, with the quote from "The Place of the Lion" by Charles Williams. The reasoning for choosing to use a quote from that novel was because I wanted an excerpt from the song (Wondering Where the Lions Are) to be there at the top, and it was about a nuclear war averted, or which did not happen. And because that song was based in part or influenced by the "The Place of the Lion" by Williams, via a dream Bruce Cockburn had. Also, that song kept running through my head when thinking about a war with Iran. When finding out what the song was actually about, I knew how I would structure the first of the 3 planned retrospectives.

        The third retrospective was to come if a war with Iran was close or imminent, titled as above, and the quote to be included with that one was to be from "Decent into Hell" which I thought would be appropriate considering if a possible, and unnecessary, much wider war was seriously being contemplated, or threatening to throw itself into the mix. Both of these quotes and the form of the posts were decided upon before I actually read the books, which is kind of backwards, but sometimes how things work, at least to me.

        So when actually reading the books, probably, this time around anyway, for the first time (unless I read them as a teen and forgot about them) I was simultaneously looking for the right (remembered or anticipated) quote appropriate to what I was going to write about. With the third and last retrospective and the novel "Decent into Hell," the passage was apparent, self-evident, and could only be one paragraph which was perfect, exactly matching the theme: a disaster averted. Luckily I put off writing this post so long that someone else (Rev. Stan Bohall) typed it up a few months ago and put in on the web on his own blog so I can just cut and paste it and link to it. That quote never used by me, in the intended way, is below from "Decent into Hell" by Charles Williams.

"She looked out of the window. There would be few more evenings during which she could watch the departure of the day, and the promise of rarity gave a greater happiness to the experience. So did the knowledge of familiarity. Rarity was one form of delight and frequency another. A thing could even be beautiful because it did not happen, or rather the not-happening could be beautiful. So long always as joy was not rashly pinned to the happening; so long as you accepted what joys the universe offered and did not seek to compel the universe to offer you joys of your own definition. She would die soon; she expected, with hope and happiness, the discovery of the joy of death."

http://quest-min.blogspot.com/2009/01/descent-into-hell.html,
January 11, 2009

That theme, potential disasters which never happened or were averted, also applies to a new intended to be written post for Truthrevival.org, (and a related and intertwined new "multi-verse" post soon to appear here) seeing as I can seemingly finally break onto that long promised "new ground" soon. It would be nice to write again in ways or on topics decided long ago now, but the time was not yet right until now. As Carly Simon sang, things are "coming around again."

But this post was also to be about a different paragraph which jumped out at me while looking for a good quote from "Place of the Lion." That paragraph is below.

"He doesn't," Richardson said. "When we pick him up he has got right on to the ninth circle which is that of goodness only knows what and is attributed to the seraphim, and he dithyrambs on about the seraphim without giving any clear view of what they are or what they do or how one knows them. Then he quotes many texts about angels in general and becomes almost pious: the sort of thing that Erasmus might have thrown in to placate his enemies the monks. But there's a bit soon after which may interest you- here we are- 'written in the Apocalypse. For though these nine zones are divided into a trinity of trinities, yet after another fashion there are four without and four within, and between them is the Glory of the Eagle. For this is he who knows both himself and the others, and is their own knowledge: as it is written We shall know as are known - this is the knowledge of the Heavenly Ones in the place of the Heavenly Ones, and it is called the Virtue of the Celestials.'"

The Place of the Lion, Charles Williams, 1931, Pg. 101

        That paragraph set wheels in motion in my brain remembering the logic behind a drawing I made. I might had missed it but it came right after the line about a trinity of trinities, so when put next to what came after it, I could not miss the coincidence which triggered the memories. The third book of poetry I had written, as I had written elsewhere before, was to be in the form of 3 sets of 3 parts, or a trinity of trinities. The fourth book of poetry was called "Quadranine" because it was the fourth book of poetry also to have nine chapters like the previous three. Thus a fourth set of nine, thus Quadra-nine.

        With the cover for the third poetry book I wrote, "Triumvirium," the cover for it was made as 3 overlapping right triangles in a circle, with Roman/Greek columns around them because the title was based upon a Latin word, "triumvirate" and that is a plural (possibly correct or crudely correct) version of the word, for more than one triumvirate. Though having nothing to do with rulers, but in this case, as 3 sets of 3 things that rule our universe (past, present, future, etc.).

        I wanted the cover for Quadranine to also be a geometric design in nature, but somehow to be symbolizing a combination geometrically of the numbers 4 and 9. I decided upon a 4 sided pyramid (5 sides counting the base) like those in Egypt, with a 4 sided base. But it was too simple and really did not work other than 5 sides altogether but 4 above the ground, thus the 4 and the 9 (5+4). But that really did not work. 5 edges, 5 points, 3 and 4 sided edges, nothing that really combined the numbers 4 and 9.

        Then I thought of a pyramid that also extended below the ground in a mirror image, thus it would have 4 sides above the ground, the one side in sync with the ground, the base, and 4 sides below the ground in a mirror image. Thus, 4+1+4=9. I liked the symmetry but did not know how to draw it at first. The 4 above and 4 below and one in the middle has been used in symbology by others and Williams as mentioned above was literate in Medieval Christian symbolism (I am somewhat and links to why I chose quoting Williams from these books before reading them), but the way he wrote that concept as quoted above was slightly different, not 4 above and 4 below but "four without and four within."

        I did not like the idea of just using a 4 sided pyramid on the cover of Quadranine, nor even one mirrored below it. I then thought of using the same symbol or shape (an octahedron with a line in the middle where "touches" or is in "sync with" this world, a "base") configured in a cube shape with the 6 four sided pyramids pointing to the center of the cube, the bases forming a cube, and the other 6 pointing away from the center outward from the dice shape as points. "Four without and four within..."

        I liked the idea of this adding the number 12 to the mix, but the problem was how to draw it so it would not look like a mess (as much as it did when I did draw it). I then thought both representations together, a mess of 12 four sided pyramids (6 octahedrons) in a cube shape with 6 pointing toward the center of a cube and 6 pointing away, next to a regular 4 sided pyramid. But the 6 pointing away was to be the same concept, a mirror image of the other "outer" six but pointing into a "ground" equally from the other "inner" 6 and that "ground" touching the edges of all 12 pyramids at once, a 3 dimensional curved "ground" (the cube between the 12 pyramids) which was really flat somehow (from a 4 dimensional viewpoint, I understand now, seeing a 3D shape as flat, a "ground" as we see a 2D plane as flat) but also at right angles to each outer and inner pyramids along the edges of the cube. Also that the tips and edges of the outer 6 meet up somewhere away exactly the same way as the inner 6, equally mirroring how the 6 inner ones touch, only seen as such when viewed at a different angle.

        This was representational of a 4 dimensional object or curved 3 dimensional space around itself. Just as every three dimensional object is a representation of a 2D plane or "space" curved around upon itself, 4D "objects" can be envisioned as curved 3D spaces or universes curved back upon themselves forming that "surface" area. I know now that that was what I was thinking of but could not fully recognize it then in that way yet. When I later that year came upon a wireframe drawing of a tesseract, (the exact same concept or drawing from within middle inner cube when the cube in the innermost area is not a cube but is instead seeming to be a single point) I saw that that concept was more easily drawn and recognizable, and was also an easier to understand concept of 3 dimensional space curved around a back upon itself, and in a single symbol, not two (the way I had previously represented it), both of which were confusing and were two different views upon the same idea which had to be combined mentally to be understood.

        As I have written before about things like this, I can see how the same concepts and ideas have crossed my mind and criss-crossed my experiences at different times in my life, and this idea of curved space has come up at various times and various ways in drawings and other things. I did not see it clearly at the time, but they connect together, different aspects of the same elephant so to speak. Eventually forced to deal with or meet these concepts head on, I have a bigger experience pallet to see how they fit together over time and the perspectives I was being moved towards, sometimes quite unwelcome, but in a logic progression. The 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple and the related "5D Notes" were logically deducible from recurrent themes, images, concepts, drawings, and imaged 3D and 4D sculptures, in my life, almost predictable or preordained to be written or drawn eventually. I did not wish to always think in or along such lines or about such things, but always saw it as a road or set of events reappearing at different times and stages of my life in different ways.

        So why then, or at that time did I try to dig in or hold on or follow it. It related to what I was trying to figure out, things about time, a bigger palette in which to "fit" the universe into, and that it just was always there popping up. [Aspects of what I was trying to figure out ran through all of my notes in spots but a few pertinent parts or shades to this now are below from Part 2 and 3 of the notes.

You can't run away from something that is a part of you. Wherever you go, there it is. It is in a sense inside of you, and integral part of what you are. Everything that you have experienced, could have experienced, what you are experiencing now or might have been experiencing now, and all that you will experience or could possibly, all of this is a part of you. You can focus on some parts and forget others. Indeed, you cannot see all points from any one point anyway, but all and everything else you can and sometimes do affect by your existence, all this or these "other" things in your realities are all a part of you. Moreover, without them, you are not or nothing. How they all must fit together, the organizational structure you define them by, and they you by, is what connects which points to any others, or which "theres" you can get to or see, from which "heres".

Geometry is not mathematics, though geometry may use mathematics. Mathematics are abstractions, geometry is inherent within physical reality and describes it, or in a sense defines and creates it. Geometry was physics before physics was physics, and geometry will replace physics again. It will just be a higher order of geometry than people now can understand or relate to, but the universe is nothing if not symmetric. All seeming asymmetry is just following patterns we do not yet understand or have the means to recognize how they fit together with each other and the symmetries we understand already, though incompletely, without them.

A goal which required understanding multiple dimensions across multiple timelines from multiple individuals points of view. In short, how just about everything one can imagine about the universe fits together. Not optional. Required. And soon. Perspective-wise, unification theorists are like children playing with toy blocks (of a single 3D universe or timeline), where I must figure how multiple overlapping 3D closed spaces or universes fit together by playing with tesseracts (comparatively speaking in terms of goals only, I don't have any real tesseracts to play with, though physicists could really play with blocks if they really wanted to :-)

People think you can understand the Universe and explain everything via one timeline and one definite reality. This is perceptual. It is a lake, but calling the surface of the lake you see in front of you, and think that surface is the whole lake. If that plane is the lake, then imagine many lakes beneath it stacked. The real lake would be all of those "surface" lakes crisscrossing in ways you cannot imagine seeing it only as a 2D sheets. The same with a 3D plus time universe, you must see that as only as the surface of the lake crisscrossing in ways you cannot imagine viewing only one timeline as real. Since I try to know the whole lake at once, all possible timelines, I still pay attention to the surface, but know that surface is not what I seek to understand and instead focus on how to think in terms of the whole lake I can still even yet only see parts of it at once, though gradually finding new organizations or ways to understand or relate to "depth" dimensional ideas as well, which I am beginning to comprehend.]

Thinking I was dying (at times my health was very bad) or that WWIII (most won't know how close we came) was about to happen unnecessarily, that time was running out so to speak, trying to force open that door was really the only logical thing to do. Stones not overturned and soon seemed no longer able to be reasonably put off and still have time to be overturned later.

        At one point my health was so poor, heartbeat so irregular I went into Walmart before going home. I feared I might not even make it through the night and wanted to be around people just in case that would be my last chance to see people at all. It is not a perspective that comes cheaply or is sought after, but is rewarding. It is wanting nothing from anyone, just to see what there is to see if a few more hours or a few more days is all that you have.

        One of the lines from my "5D" notes, like the last post here about the dead bird, also very short and cryptic was "Road to south side of Maui." It was from January 2005, my future or future choices or paths was narrowing greatly for reasons other than health, but just as seemingly great a lessing potential of futures to be lived growing narrower and narrower, fewer and more precise ways to go, that to remember that time, those events, and that concept I wrote down... "Road to south side of Maui."

        What it refers to is the one and only time (so far) that I drove to the south side of Maui from the southwest side. The road kept getting narrower and narrower, I began getting more and more afraid of damaging my car, getting stuck or hitting another car (sharp turns). Eventually the road narrowed to almost a single lane through a small area of trees I could not see beyond and I was sure I was going absolutely nowhere. But I did not turn back, risked hurting my car (low to the ground) going over what I think was a cattle grate, and getting stuck, and literally was in awe on what was on the other side. The road opened up again just beyond that point to not be so narrow and the scenery though desolate and plain, no trees, no green at all, just rocks and cliffs and ocean, it was just jaw droppingly amazing.

        Not to say that is what death is like, but I was glad I did not turn around that day, and reassured myself at the time I wrote that line, by writing it, hopefully that after going forward through that time, a new vista would open up again one day where I would find myself somewhere beyond what I imaged before and in a new set of circumstances in an unforeseeable or unforeseen place. I have said in other places, I have long since have lost my fear of death, even had at that point, and worry more about the narrowing of choices more than what lies beyond any narrowing if the one road that is left leads one day to none.

        Moving beyond it or getting through, one way or another, will take you somewhere else you can't see around now, not for certain or with perfect clarity anyway. And if there is to be nothing after it, then you have nothing to worry about. No car getting stuck in the middle of nowhere on a road a tow truck might not go to help you. Not much to care about at all really. But if there is something that comes later, prepare yourself to be surprised. It, like wanting to know of such things, is almost inevitable, just in ways you can't imagine or see or understand yet because you have not experienced it yet. But like everything you have not done yet, or even might do, is a part of you now in ways you may not understand yet either.

        As I wrote a few years earlier similarly with even more self-assurance, and closer in time to the big changes I was going through, "A way to go forward will always appear as opening before you. You cannot go back until all the ways forward have been traveled, tried, and exhausted, and even then what seems behind you exists only ahead and can only be reached by going forward."

        And even more so, "Reality is full of truth you don't want to know and would rather not think about. Enjoy your ignorances while they last, for someday you will wish to know and think of them." And back to the nearer present, from the most recent post at Truthrevival.org, yet still quoting those same days and time in my in the past, "And in the end, not realizing it, not conceiving of it as an option, letting some truths go unknown until the end of time, it is not even a possible viable option. Truth will seek us out to become known, even and most often when, we spurn it."

        Time to move on to newer ground. Been quoting myself too much for years now without bothering to try to be saying anything new or notable or quotable anymore. End of clip shows, barring WWIII of course.

Hazy beginnings, Abrupt Ends, Dreams Overshadowing, and Concentrated Notes

2007-10-07T12:00:00.000-07:00

(Note: This was written, I think a year ago when retyping The Heretic Papers, originally titled Dead Bird. I am putting it here because it is inter-related with, and as a compendium to, the Bicycle Post on TruthRevival.Org.)

         The question of deciding when the 5D Notes began is not an easy task. What is the beginning of anything? Even of yourself, you cannot say you began when you were born. To understand how that came about, you would have to include the story of your parents, and how they came to get together. Then you would have to say where they came from, and so on and so on. Everything's beginnings are obscure, a hazy line of what you think is relevant which produced the outcome you wish to say is separate from what came before it. So too it is with my deciding when my self-titled “5D Notes” began.

         To go back to the earliest point in a nearly contiguous line without years of gaps in-between, I would have to say the earliest possible answer would be with the Heretic Papers. Like the 5D notes, the Heretic Papers were mostly sort paragraphs written compulsively on a variety of topics with no particular theme or segway between them. They were just bits of thought of things which I did not work into Towards Tomorrow when it ended but could not stop writing or thinking about them either, beginning pretty much to the day after finishing it. After getting a lot of these notes together, I thought they were pretty good, and that they should be put together somehow into a collection, for myself only, for me to reread them at later times. And I then called this the Heretic Papers.

         But the overall theme if it could be said to have one was not the same as in the 5D Notes. Some of the thematic ideas within the Heretic Papers found a new form in Deconstructing the Universe which started shortly after gathering together these notes. In some ways Deconstructing the Universe was a reformation of the Heretic Papers into something less heretical and more organized and (somewhat more) coherent.

         Yet there is a great difference between how I thought before and after Deconstructing the Universe. In many ways you could say I had become a different person, I had grown somehow. So though the form was the same and the time frame was a year or so (or less) between the Heretic Papers and my new dividing line of when the Notes began, I would have to say another beginning came after Deconstructing the Universe was finally done, though short paragraphs were also included at the end of it as well, thus further blurring an exact point of a beginning of the 5D notes which came after.

         When working on PolSci.com (the first one) in early 2004, I the first put the notes into an organized form and called them the 5D notes. They were published before that on the Internet as just a group of paragraphs and sentences about 4D space, time, and other topics like that, with politics and other social comments as well thrown in. When deciding at that point where to start it, I drew the line at when I moved to Lithuania before starting school. At this beginning point, I figured it started with a series of drawings called the Dimensional Contortionist Escape Artist, and mostly free-formed out of ideas about multidimensional thinking. It was just an explosion of thoughts forming around ideas about time and space which became a running theme in the 5D notes, and this was a valid starting point to choose, but not the correct one.

         Before getting to Lithuania, there was a running commentary similar to the notes which I did just before my trip away from Hawaii starting 3 months earlier. In looking backwards in time a bit later in 2004 or 2005, I then changed my mind and decided that these few months of notes were also in a way not separate from the 5D Notes, and with later versions of PolSci.com, I added them as well, dubbing them the Pre-Notes. I saw them as definitely more like the later notes than similar to anything else written before, and a new definite break in form and purpose of writing occurred then. And then as now, they were also dated sometimes on which days they were written, like a journal.

         Two paragraphs were added at the beginning of the Pre-Notes because I thought they were really well done. I knew, though, even as I put them there (and they were only a day or two away from what I now consider the absolute beginning of the 5D Notes), I knew they did not belong there. I pretty much concluded then (when compiling the Pre-notes) and now that the pattern of writing I would later term the 5D Notes began with the dead bird.

         That day (7/23/2003) is when they became notes to myself of things to remember later as well as things others might read and find useful. It was then quite consciously writing a type of shorthand to myself to remember things, as I said in other things, probably RCP2, to remember things as I was experiencing them, sometimes relearning them, as my brain was rebuilding itself after the accident.

        Around that time (mid-July 2003) I was for the first time not getting dizzy all the time and was beginning to get over the effects of getting hit by a car, thrown 6 feet in the air, and landing head first on the pavement. This was about 6 weeks after the accident. I had said in poetry as far back as Triumvirum about my mindset changing over time, but after the accident it was changing extremely rapidly and constantly, continually, and franticly trying out new ways of thinking and analyzing and categorizing perception, and then storing them and moving on to make new ones at an extreme pace.

         The introduction to Deconstructing the Universe can give some indication of the level of wonder and awe and joy I had at that point about just about every aspect of my life and life in general. Just doing anything was incredibly fun, and riding my bike was at the top of the list. I set out that day (7/23/2003) to go down the hill along the highway and there was a bird at the side of the road where I was riding.

         To give an idea of how I rode my bike, I would sit up straight, not have to hold the handlebars, and was free to twist (up to 180 degrees) and turn whichever way I wanted to look for many seconds at a time without the slightest fear of falling over or hitting anything in the road which would cause me to lose balance, nor concern the bike would turn in a wrong direction. I more or less assumed the bike would go where it should and I could concern myself with looking at clouds, trees, whatever, fully and in total rapture, and I never was proven wrong.

         When I came up to the bird, it took off because I came near to it, but it flew exactly along the white line on the side of the road where I was riding. Sitting there straight up with my arms by my sides with a bird flying immediately before me at the exact same speed so close I could have at any point reached out and pulled a feather off of it. Not just for a second or two but on and on. It tried to get ahead of me and landed a few times but always right in front of me and had to take off again, and again it would be just in front of me almost dead level with my eyes.

         A flower or a tree in those times was amazing to me, this was just mind blowing, almost spiritual. I was given for about 30 seconds or so seeing what it would be like to be a bird, or a camera following a bird in flight just a few feet behind it. I was transfixed in total awe of the experience and it made an unbelievable impression on me. My thinking at that time could go so fast I could almost seem to watch its wings flap in slow-motion and then speed them up again.

         There was no me, and the bird, separate, just the experience, and then it was over in an instant. With my mind completely focused on the bird, and the experience, suddenly my mind said no and I saw it happen almost through the birds eyes an instant before it did. The bird finally turned away from flying exactly in the path I was gliding along not pedaling, coasting down the hill with my arms at my sides, and it turned and flew head on into a SUV's windshield traveling at a high-speed, bounced off of it and was bouncing up and down dead on the side of the road.

         Going from a feeling of total bliss and oneness with the experience, and seeing the bird get killed right in front of me and dead an instant later left me in shock of what to do. The humane thing would have been, seeing it was most assuredly not going to survive even if it was not already dead, no way it could have lived through that, would have been to walk over and step on it in case it was still alive and end its pain. But I could not. I could not bring myself to do that.

         I can't say if what that related to was true, but it cut close to a dream I had which seemingly will never be answered. It was similar, it was different, yet everything connects or can connect, if your mind or your feelings choose to see them as connected. Probably the instant before the bird died was one of the greatest feelings of awe at being alive I had ever had, it was magical, wondrous at a time where everything was wondrous and magical. This was merely many times more so, but then it changed.

         The transition was abrupt, and a bit shocking. One second not thinking, not analyzing but just being and experiencing in totality, just feeling joy and wonder at what is before me and then, shock and confusion at what does it mean, what should I do, and not having an answer to a question I never would have anticipated needing to have an answer to. That is what life throws at you whenever you become complacent, if you are lucky.

         You may not see it that way. Neither may the bird. But when you get over the shock, you may discover as I did, it was necessary to grow beyond how you saw things before, no matter how much more innocent and carefree and better it was. Both levels of seeing and experiencing you need to know, and the transitions will always be there triggering them, and they are a part of you because the experiences are there to make you feel, good, bad, joy, grief, to make you feel and know through interaction with other living things, what is means to each to be alive, both separate and how you fit together to create those experiences within both, and each within each other as well.

        All of that and more summed up for me in one single line in the Pre-Notes. (The 5D stuff is even far more concentrated in what a few words here and there mean to me and the concepts and models of thinking they represent.)

                7/23 (2003) Dead bird

The Quickies page has many of the best lines from the 5D Notes all in one place. Not the deepest or most complex concepts in the Notes, but good turns of phrase and a few good self-contained short ideas.

Breaking 'Stick of History' and Inventor's New Goodbye

2007-07-04T03:45:00.001-07:00

Assistwo did not look particularly pleased upon walking into Inventor's office.

"Well," he began, "its almost official. We will not be in Book Two. It seems we are no longer necessary."

"That's hardly news," Inventor responded, "who or what is really necessary?"

"Not us, evidently. We have been replaced. I think my replacement is an alcoholic. You wouldn't want to know about yours. Think estrogen."

Assistwo knew Inventor did not like to be reminded of ongoing concurrent stories in higher dimensional levels. Though most of what Inventor did was to relate happenings to more dimensions and make then more easily understandable, he tended to find the characters and dialogue in the overall story as annoying and simplistic as his replacement, Creator, did.

"Well, I said we would have to leave it to another generation to get to the best parts. I just hope she is up to the the task," Inventor added, letting on he too had taken notice of his own replacement in the story.

"So before we are relegated to a clips show, have you thought of any new ways of explaining the 3rd dimensional axis?" Assistwo added, hoping this would make obsolescence easier for Inventor to accept. That he betrayed interest in the other stories showed he might not be happy as just a spectator in things to come.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I have. Behold, all 3 axises visualized," Inventor said proudly showing a triangle.

"Its just a triangle," Assistwo said. "You are a few thousand years behind the curve on that one."

"How about this," Inventor said showing three circles overlapping making a curved triangle in the middle.

"Ditto," Assistwo said. "Now that we have been pushed out of the book and relegated to a clip show, you don't seem to have that same degree of insight, authority, or relevance anymore. Creator is my new God," Assistwo joked.

"Moving on," Inventor said, "if we imagine our 2D universe in a ball shape with two axises we can understand making an X on the top of the ball anywhere in front of us, each a 90 degree angle, and another X of 90 degree angles at the opposite of a curved 2D universe, which would be the same as the "surface" of a 3D shape, there would be 4 other X's halfway across the universe in each direction along the lines of this X in front of us. When put all together they would show 3 planes cutting the sphere shaped curved 2D universe we inhabit into 8 pieces relative to the corners of our cubes. The parts of this that would intersect our space would be triangles of vast distances where the 90 degree angles in front of us would eventually with the curvature meet perfectly together."

"That would mean that a tetrahedron would be the same illustration of 4 axises to a 3D curved universe. Seeing 3 planes meeting together in front of you seeming cutting space into 8 quadrants, and 8 more at the other end of a curved Universe, with 6 more X intersections in-between," Assistwo added. "Each of the "corners" of a tetrahedron would represent 90 degree corners like the edges of a cube, curved tetrahedral 3D "corners" of a 16 "quadrant" shape."

"Correct," Inventor added. "Each of the axis which are perpendicular in reality slightly bent of a curved reality flatted out a bit to be visualized to us."

"I would think this is leading us to bent time, as that is the way the story is progressing but if we are no longer to be in it, there is not really any point in trying to go in that direction," Assistwo said glumly. "Plus," he said slyly, "if World War III is about to begin, there would be no time or point in it anyway. Bent time or not, no time equals no time."

"But never rule anything in or out," Inventor corrected. "Getting here once, and getting here an infinite number of times are one and the same thing. The new title of Book Two, Infinities Overlapping: Two to One to Two is more telling than you know, but I will leave that to my successor to deal with or try to explain, should she even have time. Sad to think of the utter waste and pointlessness in humanity in cutting everything short now."

"Damn, out of time yet again, and all of this only to set up a stupid clip show for a stupid blog!" Assistwo exclaimed. "Foiled again, just when it was getting to the good stuff."

"Don't forget," Inventor reminded, "if it weren't for that end appearing on the horizon, we would not have had something to move toward to have taken us to where we are now. For us, in our case, that end was literally our reason for being and beginning all of this in the first place."

"True," Assistwo said looking bored, "but your name isn't Preacher so get on with the clip show already!"

All of the above and more to address, the ridiculous line, "stick of history" below which I had to laugh at. With so much bad news in the news this week, it was a welcome change. There was no way, though I tried, to work that into a dialogue, but it was such a badly phrased sentence, followed by a worse one, that I had to reminisce about the stick and time expert. It was otherwise a fair article, but as Inventor would say (and did) since "my favorite topic has come around again, and I couldn’t sit this one out."

"There is a parallax view of the stick of history which enters the water but seems to be discontinuous rather than a straight line. The distance of a historical account disinfects the moral dimension of events; we may be shocked when we read of the torturous experiments of Ewen Cameron and Sidney Gottleib, for example, doctors who participated in MKULTRA, a series of CIA experiments with hallucinogenic drugs, electric shock, and sensory deprivation, but because those experiments ended in the seventies, they read like scripts for a horror movie instead of a daily newspaper.
RICHARD THIEME (http://www.counterpunch.org/thieme07032007.html)

"It still has a square shape though we can no longer see it from that perspective," he would say. He would then take a 20 cm by 1 meter sample stick and turn it in front of someone.

"Watch as I spin it," he would say. "See how it appears to grow into 1 meter when both ends are at an equal distance away from you, but shrink again when pointing directly at you?"

2.2 Where did the cubes go:Everyone freaks out

"Not the stick example again," Assistwo moaned.

"Be quiet. You stand there and watch the stick as I spin it. See how it only appears to get wider and narrower as it moves horizontal to you."

"Pleeease. I am not new to perspective. You are not demonstrating anything I do not fully understand already. You admit I am a peer of yours, though I have not heard you use the term "equal", but I can wait for that patiently until or when it ever comes, but surely a peer of yours in the ability to think 3 dimensionally. Why, after all this, demonstrate 2D perspective to me?" Assistwo asked impatiently.

"Because you said it yourself. Every time you open your eyes you see the world from inside out. This new example seeks to show the stick and the spinning from inside out irrelevant to position or outside measurement. It seeks to measure the stick only in relation to itself which is how the stick sees itself, to the Universe outside the boundaries of the stick, we don’t matter. We can only understand the matter of anything only from within it out, not from outside trying to measure in, or its shape relative to a world that exists only exists outside its borders, and may not be needed to it at all. "

2.4: Flying off the edge: Problems with Suchness

"... 2D people can spin things like Inventor likes to do with his stick. When we play spin the bottle, it is the same thing, spinning it through two dimensions horizontal to the ground, or along a horizontal axis. Inventor’s world only has 2 dimensions so it only has 1 way to spin things. He would love our Universe. He could spin his stick two different ways."

"I don’t think I like the sound of that," his assistant remarked. "Don’t we have 3 axises to spin things on? Couldn’t he spin his stick 3 different ways?"

"Yes, but only two would seem different. He usually used the stick to demonstrate perspective though more likely it was a model for some other purpose as well. When he spun it most, he was usually trying to show perspective, except that last time when he did it to show how he imagined his panels to be turning on a vertical axis though he could not "see" the vertical axis."

"Yes, that really bothered Assistwo. He thought he was doing the other thing with the stick," his assistant said.

"Correct, using it to demonstrate perspective on how, when spinning, it only seemed to get larger and smaller when from the stick’s point of view, its shape never changes."

3.1: Contemplating Innerspace and stick spinning in 3D

Assistwo interrupted Inventor. "I have to demonstrate the positive and negative aspects of the puzzling 3rd axis or viewpoint essential to how your cubes work to a bunch of investors tomorrow, and I was wondering how you used to demonstrate this."

"Everyone seems to be wondering about that these days." Inventor said. "Everywhere I go all of a sudden people ask, "Explain how you demonstrated the 3rd axis to people so they could understand." It used to be, what is a cube and why did you want to or bother to build one. Either everyone conceivable has already asked me that now or my whole world has gotten thrown off onto that 3rd viewpoint. Hey, that gives me another new idea on how to explain it. For me, there are at least as many ways to imagine and explain that viewpoint or the so-called 3rd axis to people as there are metaphors in this 20cm by 1 meter stick."

"Not the stick again," Assistwo moans. "Sheesh, can’t you explain anything without that."

"No, none of them include using the stick. I just said there were as many ways I can explain the 3rd axis as there are metaphors I can use that stick to demonstrate with. But now that you mention it, I just thought of one more for each."

4.1: To confuse or not to confuse: Problems with the 3rd Axis

"I take it time is involved here," his assistant guessed. "I remember it being said that it will come up more and more now. Didn’t Einstein say that time was a 4th dimension in that we move through successive 3D worlds stacked together as you just described?"

"Yes, time is the wildcard everyone uses to give them that extra ace of perception they cannot directly perceive, but think they do. No matter how many physical dimensions we can directly perceive, we can always cheat and use time to imagine one higher. Inventor did it with 1D worlds to illustrate his own 2 dimensionality, and to describe a 3D world as multiple 2 dimensional worlds over time. Einstein used time to describe multiple 3D worlds strung together. But we are talking about 4 physical dimensions plus time. Physical dimensions we can move through freely in either direction without causality problems. Time as we perceive it runs in only 1 direction. Riding time is like riding the blast wave of a star going supernova. It spreads out in all directions but can only be perceived as traveling in 1 direction, away. To be in time is to be forever locked within the edge of the blast moving outward as the rest of the blast/event zone and thus in that direction or place, it never seems to move but you cannot step outside of it and must travel in lock step with it. Time is a different animal than a special direction but can be used interchangeably as a wildcard substitute for a spacial direction for understanding 1 dimension higher, but cannot actually take the place of one fully for it is of a different nature." Researcher said.

"Ok, I take it time is more complicated than your cool sunglasses. I take it we use time to imagine a higher physical dimension because time, like that extra physical dimension, can be thought to string together multiple dimensional realities you normally experience so you can "see" or imagine you see what it would be like to step "through" multiple dimensional Universes of your own reality. How else is time important?"

"Stick spinning," Researcher said.

"I think you are trying to see from Inventor’s perspective a little too much," his assistant joked. "You are even beginning to relate everything to that."

5.3: Perspective, cheap sunglasses, triplanes and time

"Nothing lasts forever, not even time," Inventor began, "all I really said was now is not the time to be discussing too heavily the ramifications of space and time being completely interchangeable, and I still believe that to be the case. It is still not time to go there yet. However, my favorite topic has come around again, and I couldn’t sit this one out."

"Oh no," Assistwo said bracing himself, "not again! Please don’t tell me."

"Yes, that is right, ball spinning!" Inventor said smiling. "What, you thought I was going to say something else?"

"I am not touching that one," Assistwo said, "too easy and too many ways to go, I will let you continue without comments for awhile."

"Ok, I will take the ball from here now, so to speak," Inventor began. "Stick spinning, and my new favorite, ball spinning, illustrates spinning on one, two, and three axises. You can spin a stick on two axises but it is not as fun as spinning it in only one direction, plus you can’t paint spots on it."

Assistwo was beginning to turn purple from restraining himself from making a comment on this.

6.4: Mapping 4D objects on spinning spheres

"Assistwo, please get me my 1 meter by 20 cm stick I use for demonstrating things, and withhold the comments please."

"Why would I say anything? Why suggest I would yet again suggest you demonstrate something for once without dragging that thing back out. Why would..."

"Those are the kind of comments I meant to withhold, please."

"Yes, my Master. I shall speak no more against you. You are my God."

"You are not irreplaceable, you know," Inventor suggested.

"Maybe, but I *AM* irrepressible, that is what makes me me, and why I am still around. Here is your stick. I won't tell you what you can do with it."

"Ugh. Ok, here is where this justifies that. I will stay here and you place the stick in-between us so that both tips are the same distance apart from each of us in the middle of the room," Inventor said.

"Oh good, are you finally going to show how the tips curve toward me and toward you at the same time if the middle of the stick is in a direct line between us both?"

"No, but thanks for pointing out what I am NOT ready to do yet. Every time you get ahead of me, it distracts away from how impressive what I do say is."

"Maybe it makes it look more simple in comparison? Ok, wacha gonna do with da stick 'dis time?" Assistwo asked genuinely curious.

"Nothing. This time the stick is just going to sit there. You and I are going to do all the work."

"Ok, I get bonus points for withholding comments on that line," Assistwo remarked disappointedly.

6.6: Omoglatroning and stick spinning in reverse

"... Looking at it from outside it and thinking we know how many dimensions it currently exists within is impossible without a new math, map, or understanding of its internal structure or order."

"So it’s back to inside matter again?" Assistwo asked.

"Isn’t it always?" Inventor asked back, "By the way have you seen the new motto for my door?"

"Another one?" Assistwo shrugged emphatically.

"Yes, two on each side now, it needed balance," Inventor joked.

Assistwo went outside the door and read, "There are no objects, there is only matter as a whole. There are no dimensions, there is only space as a whole. There are no minds, there is only consciousness as a whole."

"It seems like we have a long way to go still yet," Assistwo said when entering the room again to Inventor who seemed to be getting ready to leave.

"If not us," Inventor said, "then those who will come after us. The horizon to how far we are permitted to go at this time is approaching faster now. We must stop for awhile or risk sailing of the edge of our 2D world."

"I don’t like the sound of that," Assistwo said grimacing. "If possibly not us, then at least tell me what’s over that horizon in case we don’t get there ourselves."

"That the same perspective or space at different times is exactly the same and completely interchangeable with different perspectives and points in space at the same time," Inventor said moving toward the door.

"Heavy," Assistwo quipped. "I hope we are the ones who get to try and explain that one. I don’t like the sound of falling off of or moving out of phase or sync with the 2D world."

"No," Inventor agreed, "that does not seem desirable from any possible perspective from within it. From an outside perspective, who knows?"

"Certainly not me!" Assistwo said flashing his almost omnipresent impish grin. "What about you Inventor? Inventor..?" he said while turning around not realizing Inventor had quit for the day and already was headed home.

Triple Heartbreak: NY Beggars, Yoshoo, and Rotten Apples in Moscow

2007-06-17T04:41:00.000-07:00

         Like a lot of people, I have cried many times in my life, about important things and not so important things. Three times rise to the top in recollection not only because they are recent, but they help to define who I am, who I try to be, and life itself for me.

         The first I will mention was 7 years ago. I was in New York City, I was illegally parked, and put in what I consider, the most shameful position imaginable to my self-image. I was walking down the street, just passed someone asking for help, and was relieved I did not have to turn around as it was not expected of me, and no one else was helping either. I fit in too well there. I knew exactly at that moment I would never get those words out of my head spoken by a child to my back almost inaudible on a noisy street which would echo in my head for the rest of my life, “Please sir, could you....” and then trailing off when seeing I was not going to turn around.

         To put it a bit more in perspective, I have always tried never to turn my back on anyone asking for help or even for money. I prided myself on always hearing out anyone, and whenever I could, giving as much help as they asked or that I could. I even went without a meal once while in college when extremely hungry because as I was going to get food, someone outside was panhandling and gave him the only few dollars I had because though I was broke, unlike him, I knew I would be able to find something to eat when I went home that night, plus I had a home then to go home to as well.

         New York City is a very strange environment to me: too many people, too much going on at once. I have never cared for the place and find it abrasive somehow. Since I was saving up to move to Hawaii, I had for some reason over $1000 on me in hundred dollar bills which made me nervous of being robbed or pick-pocketed. I was in a ritzy area of the city where I thought such things might occur. I was not able to find a place to park but figured I could get away with parking in a tow-away zone because I did not think I would be long and guessed, correctly, that my car would not be towed, though I really had nothing to base that on.

         I am often able to read situations correctly, and because of this, make mistakes when I think I know what is going on or going to happen before they actually happen. This day I was blindsided completely, and it was due to anger and an instant judgment which could have been wrong. I was on Wall Street, and saw what I thought was a person using a child to beg for money. The child was dressed in what seemingly purposely looked like rags with mismatched socks and shoes which did not fit, clothes soiled or torn, and the woman seemingly begging for money, whom everyone ignored both of them completely.

         Thinking I knew the situation, I was enraged. “That child should be in school. Its the middle of the day. How can someone be dressed like that and to be used to get handouts? (It was not just bad clothes but seemingly far worse than could be imagined, seemingly almost having to be for effect.)This is America. This should not be happening here. This should not be happening at all.” Obviously, I am not used to cities or seeing what goes on there, and most other people there seemingly did not notice them or ignored the two people completely, as if it was not anything out of place at all.

         So when walking past, thinking I knew completely the situation, I was relieved because I was so angry that once I had gotten past them, the way I saw it, pretending I did not hear or see them, that I could just keep walking. But I was not to get off so easy. Just after I made it past them the child had turned to me and said to my back, “Please sir, could you...,” and yes, I was relieved at that instant that I lived in a society that said, “you don't have to turn around, you can just keep walking and pretend that person does not exist.” It was so antithetical to everything that had been my life and everything I hoped my life to be.

         I was immediately thrown into turmoil by it. I did not see that coming. I was too distracted by the crush of people all around me, the bustle, the voices, the thought of being robbed, too angry at what I thought was the situation, and worrying about my illegally parked car possibly being towed. My mind reeling, I quickly put together a new set of plans. I would go back to where my car had been parked, check to be sure that it was not being towed, and then I would go back to what I thought were people begging and try to find out what the situation there was.

         If it was a good story, or if they needed to find something or get somewhere, I would try to help as much as I could. I would have at that point even gladly give hundreds of dollars if I had to just to paper over that I had just been relieved to have not been required to help someone who very much may have needed it and that moment, me walking away from someone asking for help, would not be frozen in time for all time. I would undo it no matter how much it cost me.

         I got back to where my car was, a nice new sports car, and saw it was still there. But then I was approached by yet another presumed mother and daughter standing by my car, and when they saw that it was mine, this time there was no doubt in my mind about it, that as they were approaching me, that they were begging for money. That time it was clear. Now I was really pissed off. “What is with this place? I can't take this. Get me the hell out of here!” So instead of going back, I got in my car and drove off.

         That night, I not only cried, I literally prayed to die. I could not believe I could be so completely caught off-guard, then so completely 100% time-blind, and to have walked away from a situation I might have been of help when asked directly simply to be listened to, and not even giving that much. There was nothing in that incident that was, relative to the rest of society, anything to be particularly ashamed of, and if I lived in New York or any other major city, I might have had to learn to deal with things like that happening everyday, and might quickly tune it out or like others, have good reason to think I knew the situation based on similar experiences with others. But it was not how I ever saw myself. It was unthinkable. If I could be that much caught off-guard, that much blind to something about to happen, and react that coldly, that out of character, then how might I handle the much more difficult things I knew life would throw at me, without potentially becoming even colder and more unfeeling? "I can't do it. I won't be able to do it. I would fail."

         But I had a realization then that night, that it was really by choice. I lived because I chose to do or attempt certain things, that it was in part, my will that I should be at all, to live by rules I chose for myself to live by, sometimes or in some ways, confining and difficult for me to follow. I could quit at anytime, not meaning suicide, but that every course that I followed and would attempt later, was ultimately by choice. I had no ones image to live up to, and my own was optional, chosen, willed.

         That realization, not the first time in my life I had thought about it in those terms, gave me strength again. At that point, knowing myself to be more or even completely fallible, gutted, I also realized, being who I am is first and foremost my choice, and what others expect from me, whether more or less than what I expect from myself, is secondary. It is true that I would expect no others to have to live by the rules I set for myself. I will never cut myself as much slack as I do for others, but that too is only by choice, and is rescindable.

         The second incident I choose to mention was more recent, in early 2004. It was after the car accident, and as I said in other things, my mind was rebuilding itself after a serious concussion a few months earlier that caused significant damage. I was distraught, trying to figure out as much about life as I could, and as I also said in other things, trying to figure out how everything in life and the Universe fits together, my life, everyones lives, everything. And I gave myself a deadline for having to learn absolutely everything about absolutely everything, or at least everything about what life is or is about, and I knew I was not going to make it before that time. I might die without knowing what life was about, for then I was still trying to work that out again, and that thought chilled me and broke me.

         When realizing I could not know everything that I wanted to know, at least at that time, not being able to figure out everything, I told myself to remember the Yoshoe and Yoshoemee story. And then it popped into my head. At first it did not cheer me up, but then, eventually, slowly, still with a wet face from crying, I wrote it down. It worked more or less. To me, that is what that story is, a consolation prize for not being able to know everything about everything, or even everything about what concerns my life that I think I ought to know about or should be able to figure out. Yet it was something within me, something I could pull out when needed which cuts right through to the heart of everything else, and it was there to give me comfort when I also thought I could not bear to go on, but needed to and did.

         The third time I will mention happened a few months before that. It relates to the other two in various ways. What set me on the course for thinking I needed to know Everything about Everything was that there was a place I saw on TV that I knew, also mentioned before, Kolomenskoe, a park in Moscow. Once I knew that place existed, and that I knew it in another sense, I thought if I went there, I would be able to figure out how or why, or at least what going there would mean. To do that, I saw it if not taking the world in an entirely different direction, it threatened to change my life completely into something else. It was a branch or wing onto my life that was unfamiliar and almost unthinkable, yet it also needed to be understood.

         I did not get really any grand realization by being there, though it was confirmation that I was familiar with that park somehow. But what happened after that was curious and crushing when combined with it and the place in general. While waiting for my shuttle, I went by an old lady sitting in the freezing rain with a puppet on her hands that lit up. It was probably the most heartbreaking sight I ever saw. A woman of 80 or older selling apples slightly rotten with this puppet on her hand trying to get people to notice her. Normally, I think it my place to help anyone life puts in my path, but felt I was on the wrong path, and it was not my place to “interfere” with things there. That feeling of being on the wrong path, not really the wrong path but too off-center to any longer get definite bearings, has now spread so that many more things I now think are wrong for me to “interfere” with, even to the point sometimes of everywhere and everything no longer being my place. I just seem out of sync with the world sometimes, and at that point in time, I felt more “not belonging” there or least “ought not” to affect anything happening there than anywhere else I had been in my life up until that time.

         I ran though every possible way to try to help that old woman and could not find a way that I did not think it would backfire. That is how I see it sometimes. To break the “rules” of what is “interfering” means risking throwing someone else's life off in a direction possibly negative. In this case, giving money to her might put her at risk for being beaten and robbed. As much as I saw this at the time as a bad idea, breaking the rules, I could not not try to help her. She was not my grandmother, but she could have been someones. I ran through every possible thing I could do until I found one that I thought could have worked without backfiring.

         I would buy an apple and hand her a crunched up bill that she would pocket soon after. I really did not have much money to spare as I was almost broke but I was leaving soon anyway and that much money would not have helped me out of the bind I was in anyway. I decided to try to give her 500 rubles, about $17, and figured that might have helped her a bit. But that is a lot of money in some places. At first, everything happened exactly as I had hoped it would. I was proud. Then it started coming apart.

         She began to think that I had made a mistake. After she sat fretting for a few minutes about what to do, I began to pray the van would leave. She started to wave to me, came over to the van. Shoo, go away I waved at her. This was what I was most afraid would have happened, and if that van had not been delayed, it might had gone as I had hoped. Then, her realizing that I had meant to give her that much for the apple, she was all, thank you, thank you, bless you. Then she sat down again, tucked the money into her shirt, and after a few minutes decided to call it a night and go home. But the van stayed on and on, and after she left, the van driver who saw the whole thing, and though it was by now long long after the time he was supposed to have left, he decided to take a long walk in the direction she went far down the street and around the same corner.

         Now it could be, and hopefully was, either a coincidence or that the van driver had good reason to take an interest besides thinking that he could shake down an old lady who obviously had just been given money, so much so that she would make a minor scene about it. I tell myself, he may have just questioned her, or maybe that helping her only made a positive difference in her life briefly, and that nothing bad might have happened as a result of my wanting to help her.

         It is hard to say what criteria I use for deciding what is “interfering” and what is not. So much of life is strange to me now, so much past the end of the line, that to do anything at all can seem to me to be to risk the opposite of what I attempt or hope will occur later. But that is life, to do without knowing everything that you will affect nor being able to control everything that follows from what you do. I used to believe “nothing done in good faith can have a lasting negative effect,” but that is just words, old words and an old idea to me now.

         That night I broke down and cried hard. It was a weight almost unbearable. In New York years before, I cried because I was blindsided suddenly without warning and missed a chance to help someone, far worse and more completely than I ever could have imagined being caught off-guard. In Moscow, I cried in part because a well-thought out attempt to help someone that worked exactly as I saw it could have, later than I anticipated slowly unraveled, possibly into exactly why I feared to try to help her, and thought it best that I should not attempt it. That even when someone is standing right before me and that I think I could help, I know I am helpless to help them because of everything else around us both.

         That is a weakness, a part of my circumstances, that is hardest to bear, by choice or not. Knowledge of why this is so is not lacking in me anymore, but it is not always a comfort. Life is always best a friction, a coarseness, meant to make a mark or impression upon you. Without it, without deep feeling, gliding too easily, you are not engaged in it and less a part of it than you can be. How much you should be a part of it, a part of them, a part of their lives, that is your choice.

Politically dimensional and positively more and less pointless

2007-06-14T03:42:00.002-07:00

One last one of these. I decided to put all the best short political bits of 2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple together in one spot. I almost put it in TruthRevival.org but decided it was too silly, though these are somewhat political. Needed to put something lighter somewhere.

Though he was, as in the real 2D world, still a brilliant scientist, in this evil 2D Universe, scientists were only valued and employed if willing to make weapons of mass destruction, devise new ways to manipulate people psychologically through subliminal advertising, coming up with new ways to rig peoples own computers, security cameras, and webcams to spy on them to help the secret police, or for devising new justifications and models for cheating poorer peoples out of their lands, money, and resources to make them all servants of The Corporations or die.
Because Evil Assistwo grew up in this backward Universe, he saw nothing wrong with any of that and would have been quite willing to do any of the above, he just never caught any of the breaks like the real Assistwo did. In this evil Universe, his government was willing to hire all foreign scientists to make all their weapons of mass destruction because they did not have to pay them as much, could deport, torture, or shoot them without trials because they were foreigners (which made them more likely to show up for work on time), and above all, in hopes they would steal some of those ideas to build similar weapons in their own countries so Assistwo's country would have a good excuse for either invading them and taking all their stuff, or just simply killing them so they could use up their weapons and need to make more to keep up their weapons industry, the largest and most profitable industry on the planet, giving it even greater profits.

One of the perks of his new position of power was that he got to decide who to hire, give employment to, and thereby prevent from starving to death because many had no jobs and the government forbid people not to have jobs, but would not give them any either, so not having one was a leading cause of death.
Evil Assistwo loved his new power of life and death over those even more unfortunate than himself as much as his superiors enjoyed weilding it over him. By coincidence, one of those looking for a job was a familiar name to him somehow, maybe from a dream he once had of a freer world without gravity, rampant corruption, price tags on everyone's lives and self-respect, and one with hope.
"I see it says here your name is "Inventor". That is a really strange name."
"No more strange than Assistwo," he said daring the slightest hint of a smile.
"Hey!!! You must show respect for my authoritaaaay!!!" Assistwo yelled while knocking over a table for effect. Having gravity was nice because it just laid there instead of bouncing around the room incessantly after that. The dramatic pause and silence was nicer than it bouncing around during the whole interview or having to stop it. That would have looked silly.

"They said I had a point about wanting a better plot but that I shouldn't complain about it while the story is ongoing because it could be an intentional plot twist or setting up something which will happen later, and eventually make sense when I see the larger picture at the end. I think they only pretend to represent me and are really suck ups to The Man," he answered.
"The Man?" Researcher replied.
"You know, the establishment. Didn't you read 1960's literature or television? That was their term for that controlling group of society that tries to run our lives and keep us down. In this case though, that would be the Author."
"What about a reversed 3D Universe dream?"
"That idea was nixed. It said trying to reverse our world might actually improve it too much. Societies would be run by the kindest generous smart people and the most ruthless greedy and stupid mean people would be the least powerful, and corporations would have to do what the governments tell them instead of the other way around. The corporations also would not get to decide who the people could vote for in a general election."
"That would be too strange."

“But this is “nature of the Universe” type stuff, how can they cut funding for that? We can send things into other dimensions for crying out loud! How can even the so-called “military intelligence” people running out government not be impressed with that?”Researcher asked.
“Well, for awhile they wanted to send people into another dimension to torture them outside of our laws, if its another Universe, then it can't be illegal, right? But then they found countries in Europe that already had existing facilities for than kind of stuff, and unemployed Easterners who were already well-trained.”
“What about weapons disposal? We may not be able to bring things back from a 4th dimension yet or target things back in our Universe through it yet, but the applications for disposing dangerous weapons ought to get them interested,” he said still astounded at the concept of being unemployed. He had tenure after all!
“Well, they thought that treaties to dispose of old weapons was a good excuse to get rid of them so they could get even more money to build new ones, but while you have been gone, it seems they never run out of new excuses for getting rid of them the old-fashioned way, using them on people. In fact that alone, that we can't make them fast enough, plus what we gain from scaring countries to give us money or leases or to get them to buy our bombs so we will have fewer to drop on them, has made the whole “treaties” and “disposal” and “disarmament” ideas downright laughable. You make them, you use them, you make more of them. Can't argue with the newer simpler straightforward logic of that.”

Infinities Overlapping: Two to One to Two

2007-06-14T02:42:00.000-07:00

2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple:

Infinities Overlapping: Two to One to Two

8.1 "Yes, the first part did straight-jacket us a bit."

7.6 Similarly our world being used as in 4D world examples has similar limitations depending upon which way you wish to "point" the gravity relative to our world. To imagine its gravity relative to our own, you would have to imagine a 4D researcher or inventor being able to walk around within our world, jump within our world, but also be able to step out of it at any time in either of two possible directions we can't see or imagine."

"If we do get a 4D researcher in the story," the assistant interrupted again, "he better not get a name before me. At least you and Inventor had to wait awhile for names. It seems like I have been waiting forever. However, I vote for 'Refrigerator' for a name. For a 4D person, not for me."

"If you keep interrupting me, I will vote for 'Exterminator' because we would seem like bugs crawling around on a 3D universe "ground" to them, and since you keep interrupting, it would be good to have an easy way to write you out. My guess is it would be an occupational name. 'Researcher,' 'Inventor,' see a pattern? 'Refrigerator' indeed! 'Upholsterer' would even make more sense!"

8.1 "I just thought since you were writing about the possibility of one dimension higher, maybe we could play around with time a bit. You know, bounce around in the story without having to have to build upon anything, no conclusion to the story, just little vignettes of stuff."

7.5 "But is that really applicable to us?" his assistant wondered. "Though we have decided for some time now the world is not flat, and see ourselves stuck to the outside of a bubble or marble in space, we do understand being able to travel in any direction in 3D "outer" space, so is our view limited any longer by gravity since we no longer see the world as flat and realize all of the 3 dimensions we perceive are the same?"

"They are NOT the same, not with gravity, but now is not the time to go there yet. We have only begun to factor in all that it means," Researcher suggested.

"In regards to heaven and hell, we still have the same ideas or imagery roughly as when we thought the world was flat. Because we had the up/down direction we never used much in our thinking, we were able to decide how the Earth could curve back upon around upon itself, but a curvature of all 3 dimensions back upon itself, that even other researchers as ourselves are only in our infancy of beginning to understand "curving into what" as those who first thought the world was not flat had to figure out a way to explain gravity, or that how people at the opposite end of the planet as you would not fall off. Because we now have more freedom of movement in space, we can understand up/down, left/right, forward/backward, they are all completely the same there unlike on Earth where up/down is nowheres near the same. But with more understanding of more possible movements, now how to curve all of those back again without having another limited one, that becomes the next problem to solve."

8.1 "But that would preclude causality, that there was a before now, and you said you wanted to do away with that. You may have said that, but who says it was before now. Maybe you will say that later. Maybe it was a different Universe and there you are saying it now."

7.3 "I have two but they are both on the same side of my head so I have to bend my neck all the way backwards to see what is behind me. I miss being able to turn around. Wouldn't it make more sense to have one on each side so I can see what is behind me when I wish to back up?" Assistwo asked.

"That is a good question, but not applicable to gravity. Even in your "normal" 2D world, you could not see what was behind you, which from what you say about the size of your ass, may be a good thing after all. It would make understanding when you are moving toward something, you have to be moving away from something or somewhere else easier. Clearer insight into that would have been helpful when contemplating curved spacial environments," Inventor answered.

8.1 "See, there you go, bringing up the past. All the better to get rid of causality now. No expectations, no limitations on the future or what is possible. Thats what I'm talking about! If you were good before, you have to be just as good or better later. If you're off a bit, everyone says, "Hey, whats wrong with him, he used to be so good. What a pity!" Its a trap I tell you."

8.0: Infinity Zero Realm: After an eternity of bad jokes, we finally start in 4th gear

As Upholsterer was coming back from the store in the 4D universe, he was eager to patch the hole in the couch where a 4 dimensional cigarette burned a hole through it. Not only was the hole in the couch the equivalent to us as a completely self-enclosed 3 dimensional universe, it was also only the width of a 4 dimensional (insert product placement brand name here) cigarette, which are not very wide but even more lethal than a 3D one (Ok, forget the product placement commission). The strip of cloth he got, that was extremely thin in a 4th dimensional sense, which made it nice and flexible and easier to sew through, was also the equivalent of a 3D universe to us, only it was a solid leather universe which would not have been very comfortable to try to move around in it but would not have stopped rock musicians and fashion-crazed idiots from wanting to own one to make 4D pants out of.

He stopped and raised a hypersphere shaped knocker on one of the double doors, also coincidentally shaped as what Einstein believed the Universe was made out of, only his were not brass like these balls were.

The solid brass hypersphere knocker came down on the 4D door causing such a nasty noise that its occupant, Big Ass, had to cover his ears while walking to the door. There was definitely gravity in this Universe, as well as hangovers.

"Are you Big Ass?" Upholsterer asked.

"You've heard of me?" Big Ass inquired back.

"No, it says so on this invoice. I am here to repair the damage on one of your bosses expensive leather couches from your party last week at this office without permission."

"It says all of that on the invoice?" Big Ass asked while shielding his eyes from the light of the hyperspheric sun.

"No, but me and your boss talked a little while ago and I was told to ask for "Big Ass." I am guessing there is not many who would like to be called that. Actually, I was told to bill it to a Mr. Assistant Morefour. I assume that is you, Big Ass."

"Ok, you can quit with the "Big Ass" now. Only my friends get to call me that. To my boss and most people, they call me Asisfour. That was my boss's idea of a joke. Come on in."

As Upholsterer set to work on repairing the couch, Asisfour's boss arrived at the office. Each time Upholsterer cut the cloth, it was like a solid leather 3D universe getting smaller and smaller until it was the right size to repair the hole. All the extra leather 3D universes leftover from the cutting he threw away in a nearby 4D trash can.

His boss seemed in a pretty good mood. Asisfour figured his crashing at the office overnight might go unnoticed.

"I ought to start having you pay the office rent," his boss suggested to Asisfour.

"I was drunk and you know what they say about drinking and hyper-driving. Besides, when I crash here I am never late for work in the morning."

"True, but it takes you just as long to be useful when you are here and hung over as when you are half-asleep at home just thinking about when to show up," his boss admonished.

"My thoughts exactly, so you won't mind if I go grab a bite to eat to help me over my hangover so I can be of better use to you?"

"Not at all," his boss replied. "I assumed you would ask as much."

"You must be psychic then?" Asisfour replied.

"Right, and this then would be the first time we had this conversation or the first time you wrecked one of my expensive leather couches. You are lucky I am a very forgiving woman," his boss replied.

"And a sexy one at that," Asisfour said. "Do you want me to bring you back anything?"

"No, I made myself something to eat at home."

"Well, I guess they don't call you Creator for nothing," Asisfour joked while leaving just in time to dodge the hyperspheric Universe shaped tennis-ball from her desk he knew she would throw when he joked yet again about her name.

End of Book One

8.1: The Second Coming Outside of Causality: Book 2 Commences (For the Usual Fee Plus Expenses)

"Do we have to be linear progressive?"

"What?" Creator asked puzzled.

"In this story," Asisfour answered. "Does time have to be linear progressive? I mean since we are dealing with one dimension higher, can't we bounce around in time a bit now with some things happening later that happened before what is happening currently? You know, like a scifi movie about time travel that really doesn't make any sense if you think about it too much, so you don't try to. They're just meant to disorient you like a scarry movie is meant to get your pulse going?"

"You mean forget about causality?" she asked back.

"Sort of, maybe, I don't know. I am just bouncing some ideas off of you. It is your story after all, I just thought since you were writing about the possibility of one dimension higher, maybe we could play around with time a bit. You know, bounce around in the story without having to have to build upon anything, no conclusion to the story, just little vignettes of stuff."

"I don't know if you are trying to make this easier or if you really are trying to come up with something new," Creator surmised. "Yes, on one hand we would have a lot less work if we did not have to deal with linear causality, not have to worry about a storyline," her quick stern look cut off Asisfour with his mouth half open before he could make a joke on that.

She continued, "or even a conclusion, and we could jump around in the story a lot more. We would not have to deal with a 5D universe as having to make any sense in regards to our current perceptions or perspectives on time, but then on the other hand, as you mention, that does get harder to make any sense of, and have it actually make any point whatsoever. If you play around with the parameters of perception and the Universe as we perceive it too much, the whole thing can easily collapse like a bad souffle."

"I just thought it would be a cool angle to take for the next section," Asisfour said apologetically. "Just a little less boring. Ahem, I mean less routine, uh, ...."

"I get your point," Creator shot back. "No apology necessary," she said, but what her expression implied was that none would be welcomed anyway.

"Yes, the first part did straight-jacket us a bit," pausing to see if Asisfour was going to interrupt.

"Nope," he answered sensing the opening and the pause together left a volley toward him. "Too early and too easy. Go on," he said with a smile.

"Good. But we can work with it. After all, we do get to introduce new concepts, so we can keep time as a single track for now, linear, as you mentioned. But these characters really suck. Maybe we can kill some of them off, or maybe kill all of them and just start over."

"Ah, the GWB Decider approach!" Asisfour responded, "now you got my attention!"

"Maybe starting with you," she added.

"Hey, I'm not one of your characters, you can't kill me off, and you can't fire me either. You know you could never do without me," he added trying to look as cute as possible.

"Won't and can't are not the same thing," she added. "you are not as good as you used to be."

"See, there you go, bringing up the past. All the better to get rid of causality now. No expectations, no limitations on the future or what is possible. Thats what I'm talking about! If you were good before, you have to be just as good or better later. If you're off a bit, everyone says, "Hey, whats wrong with him, he used to be so good. What a pity!" Its a trap I tell you."

"Granted, expectations can be a bitch sometimes," she added, "just as I can be, but without them, without assuming you will do something as good in the future as you did in the past, why keep you on at all? Don't think your past will carry you far with me for long. We need some continuity and expectations to live up to or fail at living up to, or it just becomes dribble. Ok, so we keep some of the characters from the first section. Researcher and his assistant will stay on. What about Inventor?"

"I don't know. Didn't you try to kill him off once or twice before? Why would I believe it again if I were reading it? Why would I think you wouldn't change your mind again later even if I now said "Kill him off," and you agreed with me? It gets to be like Spock in Star Trek. How many times can you die in a series anyway? Past expectations on you say you won't make up your mind now and stick to it anyhow."

"I resent that and the stereotype that as the only female character in it so far, that I am indecisive, thus implying that 100% of women can't make up their minds. Either now I have to disprove that, which I can't because I am, or now I will have to introduce a new female character who IS decisive to cut that down to at least 50%."

"Are you sure about that," Asisfour grinned at her. "I don't think you could write for a woman character. Its not in you," he joked.

"Shut up," she said. "Ok, there is nothing wrong with being indecisive anyhow. Unpredictability is the spice of life anyway. You are right, I probably would not stick to it anyway. We will table it for now. It does get a little stupid killing off characters only to put them back in later in another guise or way anyhow."

"Inventor couldn't have said it better," Asisfour joked, "or did he?"

"Man, you are irritating sometimes, and no one would get that joke anyway. So where do the new ideas come in? I don't think 5D objects popping in and out of our 4D universe would be anything new. I'm thinking fresh, something vibrant, something in soft Earth-tone colors and maybe refracted lighting. Sorry, I was thinking about fixing up the office. I also think playing God with a 3D universe would be a bit predictable too, given my name and all, but I don't want to rule that out either. Nothings off the table except peaches. After all, didn't The Da Vinci Code say that the god of the 3D Universe is a woman?"

"Well, if life's a bitch then why can't God..., um, I think you risk losing the fundamentalists."

"Then we'll just have to find them again. You know they always hang out around the same places for centuries anyway," she mused putting her feet up on her desk. "Movin' on baby, never seem to touch the ground," she sang.

"Baaad Company, till the day we die." Asisfour sang back. "Ok, they're gone for good. I feel lighter now. But without things popping in and out of our 4D universe, how will we maintain continuity with the first section? What are we to do if we can't build multi-dimensional tesseract/box/square-type things around floating multi-dimensional hypersphere/globe/circle-type things? Plus the first section stuck us with gravity too. That sucks. So much for your Bad Co. lyric."

"So we'll just have to think outside the tesseract a bit more. Its not like they're aren't an infinite number of ways to go just messing around with 3D and 2D universes from our point of view. (Expletive), we can even mess up causality in their universes a bit and still keep our time moving straightforward if we want."

"But," Asisfour said confused, "didn't I start with that before and then you said no?"

"But that would preclude causality, that there was a before now, and you said you wanted to do away with that. You may have said that, but who says it was before now. Maybe you will say that later. Maybe it was a different Universe and there you are saying it now," she said smiling.

"Ok, I get the point. We have to limit that s--- or it gets messy."

"To put it a bit in perspective, I meant we will not deal with a lack of causality in dealing with 5D compared to our 4D world, but we might mess around with it in dealing with lower dimensional Universes, at least seemingly bending causality from their points of view, while from our point of view, we can keep the events in a straight line through a curved Universe, theirs curved that is.""

"I get what you are saying but jeez, you really mangled that sentence. As your proofer as well as sometimes your ghost writer, I think I deserve a raise, especially since I brought up the whole messing around with time idea as the new direction to go in, and you will get all the credit for it. 'Creator,' sheesh, if only they knew..."

"Man, you have an ego. You know I get top billing because who in this Universe would take seriously a book written by a man? Seriously, and a man as a scientist too? Gimme a break! Everyone knows men are inferiorly physically equipped in their brains when it comes to scientific thinking. You're just lucky I am a progressive."

"If you're so progressive, how about paying me what a woman would make for the same job," he joked.

"And would you give up your special benefits package in return?" she added while moving seductively toward him on the couch.

"I do believe the potential for a sexual harassment suit coming on now would more than make up for losing them," Asisfour said decisively.

8.2: Asisfour's 3D Hangover Hallucination: Doing the space warp again, perpendicular style. (Oddly similar for some reason to Assistwo's Alternate Evil 2D Perpendicular Universe Dream, must be more to perpendicular Universes)

Asisfour awoke face down in the dirt, spitting it out of his mouth. “Not good,” he thought, and not the first time he woke after a bender in this position, outside somewhere he was not quite sure of yet.

“Think back,” he thought to himself, trying to think of the most recent thing he could remember. He was having drinks with his boss, Creator. Then back to her office. “That was nice,” he thought with a broad smile. “Uh oh, stop there,” he thought but the recollection kept on streaming. More drinks, the lamp, the couch again, vomiting into her desk drawer.

His head was pounding and he still felt sick to his stomach. “Trashed the office yet again. I am so screwed.”

Getting up to his feet, he noticed he was still clothed. “Always a good sign, at least when you wake up in public,” he mused. “Wait, somethings not right.”

His clothes were all clingy to him. “Must be static electricity,” he thought before he looked up at the sun.

“It looks as flat as a pancake,” he thought as if someone painted a yellow circle in the sky. Then he noticed everywhere he looked things looked almost flat, like as if he was in a 360 degree painting. He rubbed his eyes and counted them again.

“Oh no,” he thought, “only two. I knew I shouldn't have eaten the worm in that Tequila.”

Once fully aware he now must be hallucinating, he actually began feeling better about it. “Well, at least this is something new.”

Moving around, he felt himself pinned down somehow. He could move left and right, backwards and forwards, but not defendicular nor sternish. Though still queasy, he had to try like one stretches when waking up.

Up, down, then he fell over. "Ok, I can still jump up. Landing, not so good though."

Then it dawned on him. He was dreaming in 3D.

“[Expletive], I'm dreaming I'm in her stupid book!” he realized suddenly and then remembered that was what they had been working on all week. He knew he was as stumped as she was on where to go next with it and was unwilling to admit it to her. Drunk out of his goard last night, he even took to boasting he had the perfect idea before accidentally crashing open her aquarium.

“Well if I can just figure a way to keep track of time in this dream, maybe I can bill her for it.”

“Movement isn't so bad,” he thought once getting used to only being able to move sideways in two directions. Driving, even in his hallucination, was still out of the question though. “Would be fun except for the crashing though. Like an old fashioned 3D video game before they became realistically 4D.”

He could barely do what he assumed was walking, and though everything still seemed as flat as a 3D painting, his movement or others movements equally made him queasy.

He noticed everything got even flatter when he closed one of his eyes. “Not that much different,” he thought but he found when keeping them both open at once, he only walked into things half as often.

“It is amazing anyone can tell how far away anything is,” he thought, realizing later actually knowing how big things were supposed to be helped too. Once becoming familiar with his hallucinatory world, he began to tell what was big and far away from memory, and from seeing things closer to him seeming to “pass over” and obstruct things further away.

“Cool,” he thought looking sideways while moving fast and seeing things closer to him seeming to move faster over things further away. “Like flat ducks in a shooting gallery moving at different speeds. Trippy!”

Then he noticed as he moved faster, his body was not particularly adept at suddenly moving sideways in the only 2 directions he could turn toward (while still moving forward). He was not skilled at stopping either, he soon found out.

“So much for going anywhere in a hurry for awhile,” he thought. And then he began to think, where in her book could he go? He remembered she was a masculinist, rare in women, believing in equal rights for men. She had written the first book about all men scientists in a male-dominated world as a social commentary.

“Not such a bad place to be in a hallucination,” he thought, pondering over an entire world centering around what men would want and respecting them even more than women.

“Strip clubs would sure be interesting to see here,” he pondered. “The high heel's on the other foot now!”

But then he remembered what was waiting for him when he woke up. The docked pay if he still could keep his job, the general s--- hole that would be his life, yet this hallucination could give him some ideas to hopefully lessen the damage.

“Everything for a reason,” he thought while moving his hands over each other in front of his face, obscuring them one at a time. “Weird.”

People were staring at him staring at his hands, turning them over as if surprised to see or not see the other sides, but he did not care. Now he had a purpose here, somewhere to go and something to do.

”Hey you,” he called out to the nearest person looking uncomfortably in his direction. “Do you have a University in this Universe nearby? I am looking for a Researcher!”

8.3: Redefining the Purpose of Life in a Militaristic Age.

Researcher got back from his bi-annual 2-year vacation in a relatively good mood. His assistant though was more reserved on seeing him.

“Has it been two years already? You know they are about to shut us down.” his assistant informed him.

His mood quickly adjusted. “Why, what is going on now?” he asked thinking he still had weeks before his next 2-year vacation and if the program were shut down soon, it would be an UNPAID 2-year vacation, if he could afford one at that.

“They have said your program has run its course. Without any military applications, there is no room for it in the University system anymore. Those programs now have over 80% of the budget. Since the disappearing spheres were not hostile, and we could not provoke them to become hostile, you have no idea how hard we have been trying at that, they said they would pull out funding our department.”

“But this is “nature of the Universe” type stuff, how can they cut funding for that? We can send things into other dimensions for crying out loud! How can even the so-called “military intelligence” people running out government not be impressed with that?” Researcher asked.

“Well, for awhile the wanted to send people into another dimension to torture them outside of our laws, if its another Universe, then it can't be illegal, right? But then they found countries in Europe that already had existing facilities for than kind of stuff, and unemployed Easterners who were already well-trained.”

“What about weapons disposal? We may not be able to bring things back from a 4th dimension yet or target things back in our Universe through it yet, but the applications for disposing dangerous weapons ought to get them interested,” he said still astounded at the concept of being unemployed. He had tenure after all!

“Well, they thought that treaties to dispose of old weapons was a good excuse to get rid of them so they could get even more money to build new ones, but while you have been gone, it seems they never run out of new excuses for getting rid of them the old-fashioned way, using them on people. In fact that alone, that we can't make them fast enough, plus what we gain from scaring countries to give us money or leases or to get them to buy our bombs so we will have fewer to drop on them, has made the whole “treaties” and “disposal” and “disarmament” ideas downright laughable. You make them, you use them, you make more of them. Can't argue with the newer simpler straightforward logic of that.”

“What about nuclear material? We want to get rid of radioactive waste, don't we? Our method may be expensive, but keeping away dangerous material and ensuring it is gone for good, isn't that worth something?”

The assistant didn't know what to say. He had heard rumors that the government wanted to keep stockpiles of it on hand for black-ops and a 100% working solution for eliminating all existing hazardous material was right now about as welcome as an electric car, but he knew all the campus offices were now bugged, and he did not like to repeat rumors.

“There has been a rather strange development though, which I thought you might like to know about. A guy showed up here looking for you. He had the math down pat for making a Decadodeca, made up of 12 dodecahedrons facing each other turned into a 4th dimension.”

“I told you,” Researcher said acerbically to his assistant, “NEVER to mention that shape to me again!” He was still sore about that time he gave a presentation in Stockholm about the math on that shape, not realizing it had already been proven years before that. He did not like reading technical journals and that time it really bit him in the ass. “So went my hopes for a Nobel,” he remembered sourly.

“He said he could make one. He even said he did,” the assistant said while tossing him what looked to be an ordinary dodecahedron.

“So what is remarkable about that, we did that years ago!” he said turning the shape over in his hand while looking closely at it.

“He made it without using a turning machine,” the assistant responded.

“Oh...,” then thinking of the implications of that, Researcher rolled his eyes and then blinked hard with surprise a few times, “...kay, ...well, what are you waiting for? Go find him!”

After the assistant left, Researcher put the dodecahedron in his newest 360 Quad Spin turning machine and studied the image on the holographic display.

“Well I'll be damned,” he said. “twelve dodeca sides.”

The Second Coming Outside of Causality: Book 2 Commences (For the Usual Fee Plus Expenses)

2007-06-02T03:36:00.000-07:00

“Do we have to be linear progressive?”

Evidently not! I have cut this post out and put it into better context above, after a bit of bouncing around time first. Without knowing the characters or being reintroduced to them, it is just (well, more so) jibberish. Originally I put 8.1 here immediately after finishing it because I was proud of it, a big step forward though back, and the first new bits added in two years. Plus also working on it back again in Hawaii where it began was nice, even if not finished and probably never will be. I never thought the first part would be finished either, though things are even more unstable in the world at the moment. It was nice to return to the dialog a bit for awhile, as Ursala LeGuinn mentioned of writing Earthsea, to check in on the characters once in awhile. Of course hers were more, and less dimensional. :-) Plus they did have a plot...

"Well, you can't say I didn't see it coming. I felt they were becoming unimportant to what passes for a storyline here way back in the beginning of section 2.5. We are up to 7.4 now and over a hundred pages. Just be glad we have other things now that need doing."

"Other things we certainly have," the assistant replied, "other things we need or we wouldn't still be here, I just wish there were fewer things needing to be done! You're right. I think I do need a vacation or at least to step back and get away for awhile. Hawaii would be nice I suppose. Ok, any idea where to start?"

Outsiders Looking In, Sarkocrats, Russian Arks, and my Ark

2007-05-31T02:50:00.000-07:00

I can't help wondering sometimes where I would be now if I actually had done the asylum thing in the right order, doing as I intended, and applying in France in 2003 (as I said before, when I believed it was possible to be granted or I never would have went) before going back to school. I might possibly would have been (more) French by now, (at least I would be able to speak French now) though not a citizen, nor necessarily wanting to become one (though no one anywhere in the world could argue with the value of a Euro-"Green" Card) and Tahiti might eventually have had to become for me a poor substitute for Maui.

If that were the case, I would be more troubled now, no doubt, by Sarkozy's remarks recently, ("I am appealing to all French people to help France secure a majority ... You have only two weeks remaining to make a choice, two weeks for putting final touches to the revolution you won on April 22 and May 6. You have only two weeks to make a decision on whether, or not, to renew your confidence in me,") sounding as autocratic as ever. By French standard's I would be a right-winger as he (as most Americans would be right-of-center by European political spectrums), and probably would agree with a lot of his policies as being right for France, as I think many of Putin's policies are right for Russia, but it is their personalities though, the power grabbing, even when done in the right direction or for good reasons, they are and should be worrisome.

Being in France might actually have made writing Humanity as Seen from an Outside Comparative Species Perspective possible (at least my version of it if that title has already been used) because pretty much immediately at the start of first thinking about it, I figured it would have been written (by me) in France in 2009. Not that I am bound by that pattern, bits and pieces of imagined or ideal futures remembered, but just as I would only have written The Power and the Mana on Haleakala, once I get it into my head of connecting what I write to a certain place and time (and sometimes external events) in the future, I either stick to it or don't bother.

Anyone who has ever taken art seriously would know that if you can't make what you envision the way you imagine it should be, or at least close enough to how it is in your head, you wouldn't want to bother starting. And that makes sense as an artist. If your “vision” cannot be realized, it would not be your creation.

But life is in the compromises of working with what you have. Sometimes everything not going according to plan is actually better than what you set out to do, but if you are a true artist, or a pig-head, you still would be pissed off. My walls (in my painting phase) were splattered with paint because when I would get frustrated at having made a mistake which could not be touched up, a good release was to throw the brush as hard as I could at the walls.

The frustration came not from having made a mistake, nor from a lack of being perfect, but simply because I did not have enough money if I messed one painting up to retry it all over again, and even if I did get the money later, I would not wish to repeat it and would prefer to move on to something else, no matter how good the concept was. Life for me is a series of one-offs. Do-overs, the concept of it, it is better to put out of your head unless it is something critically important.

And sometimes I would take a second look at my “mistakes” and see something salvageable in them, and when I cared to admit it, something better than I set out to do originally. I know the best route is interacting with what you don't expect, can't imagine initially, and combining with it to create new uncharted roads you had not originally intended on taking, but reach the same destinations in new and often better ways. That is growth, life as performance art, jazz, improvisational skits, embracing the unknown not to conquer it but to learn from it.

The world is changing constantly. What it means to be a member of any political party, ideology, citizen, is constantly in flux because the environment that it is in is changing. I like many Americans consider myself neither left nor right, Republican nor Democrat, but have ideas and opinions which don't fit into a bottle, and where the parties themselves seem to be heading annoys not only people like me, not liking such labels, but away from their “bases”: toward blatant authoritarianism (unitary executives and brown shirts) on the right, and Democratic Leadership Council, "we do chicken (and Resource Wars) right" on the left. Letting themselves be defined by the Conservatives' arguments and language was not enough for the Democrats or “Liberals,” they have become so larva-like, they need new synonyms to be added to the political language for the term "weak."

Tens of millions on both sides, left and right, Republicans and Democrats, have rightly felt abandoned and disenfranchised. And if you think only 2 parties is enough to represent the will and potentially all ideologies of over 300 million people, you might think that is a bad thing. Or it could be the beginning of not only expecting more, but finally demanding more. If you don't demand anything of your government, your government, even a good one, will always tell you f... off.

Expatriates are in strange categories. They are more free to criticize their own intolerable to internal dissent governments from a distance, providing that their new host country allows it, and their “origin” state cannot “reach out and touch someone” as the old ad used to say, more aptly perhaps “smack down” WWF style than being touched, but sometimes have to walk on thin ice about talking about the politics of their new homes.

They are the outsiders looking in, even when they live within. Their perspectives may be valuable, but their opinions are certainly not always valued, no matter their objective worth. They are that of the other, outsiders, sometimes even after you have been living there a long long time. No moral I mean to make there, just an interesting perspective to have when embodied in your circumstances, when someone is put in such a position. I was not, but can understand it.

Polsci.com was born of some cross currents of this. It was to be political, it was to push things as far as I thought wise to take them at the time, things I would not have dared to write from within the US, but that would take shape according to circumstances. And it was shaped by my home, how I remembered it, how I thought it should be or is when it is doing things as it should. The first “Hawaiian Lyric of the Month” pretty much summed up my whole attitude toward everything at that point. ("I am staying, though I am leaving, I'm just hanging on. I found a reason for staying, I found the beauty is saying, this is my, my home." Jerry Santos, Olomana, "Home")

I still was. What that meant had to be redefined continuously, constantly, and sometimes exponentially. That is actually what life is when you don't think you know what life is. It is then that you know it more than those who think they do. You know its potential, they know its actual. The actual must give way to the potential. The actual is fleeting. The potential is forever.

Polsci.com, in addition to the above, and as mentioned in RCP2, was to be my ark. I had lost my name as a domain, decided to take most of what I had written before, combine it with the new things still unformed and forming, notably 2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple and its Notes, with of course as the name suggests, things about politics. I had no illusions that the road I was embarking on was of any particular long duration, so every "issue" was to always be a capstone, if not a headstone. Finishing it off for now, and as always maybe for always, in Hawaii was far further along than I had intended when I began it, but it was sweet.

When I first thought about writing this post, it was when I saw the movie Russian Ark a few months ago, because it was then I realized that the term “ark” best described it. I wanted to combine something similar to what I wrote above with a review of that movie, which was an astonishingly good film, if boring. I missed my chance to see the Hermitage, and probably will never get to go there, but wanted to for a long time, so seeing it in the movie was something I looked forward to as well.

Though I did see Moscow, which was as I said before familiar to me, and another large part of why I went, to understand that better, all I saw of St. Petersburg was its lights in the distance. It was not really looking back much to see, but it was new, different, and novel. The first Russian cars I saw were junks scattered along the railroad tracks at night. “Wow,” I thought wide-eyed in amazement and straining to see them from my sleeper car, “that's a Lada! Ooh.” Strange and weird as that sounds/is/was, but it is nice to see things through new eyes, and from a safe distance, and preferably in opaque lighting, when for the first time. Once known, or thought to be known, and in light of day, they can seem to be just as rusty junk.

But finally, to the movie review. It is hard to to do without mentioning the ending, which would spoil it if anyone were to read this (odd enough as that would be), and then to see the movie for the first time after that, (even more improbable) but still I would hate to spoil it for anyone. As I mentioned above, it is a pretty boring movie, even for someone as interested in the museum as I, though anyone can marvel at the technological achievement of it. But it is strange in a good way, and builds to an ending that is brilliantly conceived and well-executed.

So even if it were not for the novelty of the movie (being shot with hundreds or thousands of actors in a single take), and despite its subject matter being essentially paintings and Russian history, it is ultimately a movie about life from an outsiders perspective, and so well done to almost be poetic. At least in the dim light of a movie theater, that is how it can come across, and show you life from a new perspective. In a harsh light of day, yes, it is a boring movie about paintings and history. So if you do see it, see it at night, when you have time, an open mind, and an unhurried quiet atmosphere around you to appreciate the mystery that is life, strange and new, when seen from a distance through an opaque window.

Not down and out yet, and the perils of mile high blogging

2007-05-16T22:17:00.001-07:00

Exactly one day after writing what was to be my last political post ever, have I had decided to shelf my quitting because Chalmers Johnsons Evil Empire article needs to be addressed. It turned up practically everywhere I read and actually said many things which needed to be said, but failed to address some key problems. All in all, it was generally comprehensive and mentioned things I now feel I can readdress (redress?) (<- that looks like red dress :-)

The reason for quitting, mentioning some of the crap I had been put through, most of which should never have happened, capped off recently by being turned down (not that I am upset by that, but was weird given my record) by the only school I can study at (I can still go there but not in the program I wanted, but not the point) I felt more than entitled me to not have to care anymore.

I love when I get to say that, and this time probably it was warranted, but I also did a good job at explaining why I really think it is not my place to 'interfere' with what is about to happen, very strange things in Washington, at a time when the world's fate and democracy at home hang by a hair.

I figured since the only way forward for me in my chosen path, schooling, was blocked at the only University I could reasonably attend (the asylum thing probably rules out going to school out of the country at the moment and this is the only state I would live in), and a public school at that, was a good reason to STFU for awhile. But what Chalmers article raised should neither fall flat nor be unchallenged critically. It is a good step forward.

What I called the press's No Maas moment has not blossomed fully yet but has been surprisingly budding. What I said needed to be 'real time' challenging of the lies has actually occurred. ABC News referred to false claims (again) about a 'rebel' leaders death in Iraq as 'propaganda' and it was. I put 'rebel' in quotes because an overwhelming number of Iraqis want us out of the country, a majority of their Parliament has asked us to begin to withdraw, and it is getting ridiculous that our government still has any pretense that we are their for the Iraq people and not for their oil, or that the attacks against us are a 'minority' or 'criminals' and not what the public at large could do if they only had the ammunition, and not without good reason. Our troops know this is how the public there feels toward their presence, have overwhelmingly said so, and now have been silenced about it on the Internet. Also a leaked poll showing growing animosity of our troops toward innocent Iraqi citizens because of their unwelcomeness there is more damage being done to us, to our soldiers, and our reputation, what is left of it anyway.

And on the real time challenging of lies, talking points, et all, Chris Matthews even had enough yesterday. "There's no German that's fired on an American since 1945. That's not a fair comparison…That is not an acceptable argument! These comparisons to previous eras…it's lazy thinking, Congressman. It's the kind of propaganda that does not help this country understand the situation. You stepped into a dishonest comparison. Some people come on this show over and over again saying things that-JUST-aren't-true." All true and valid except admitting it was he and all the other press who let politicians think they could, and have, gotten away with such distortions and never been called on it, and had no reason to believe he or any other 'journalists' would. But it is progress.

So my polite statement of how the worlds problems are no longer my problems because I have something to seize upon to show I have nowhere academically to turn, no real way forward in my chosen direction other than being made to bide my time and wait, will have to wait a little while. I will 'interfere' a little more though hopefully it will go unnoticed but Chalmers raised some good points, which I will speak about soon.

The Power and the Mana at Truthrevival.org I wanted to mention the backstory about and so will now. It took months to write that because of the logistics involved. I literally started writing it the moment the quote mentioned occurred, which was weird since I did not know the person at the time. The best I could say about her since I did not know her was to refer to her as 'someone I respected' and later, that actually came true. I saw her go out of her way to help others at possible cost to herself repeatedly, not least of all me, for no selfish reason whatsoever. That is the best way, and sometimes the only way others can get my respect, which is why many may have my goodwill and empathy, but never my respect.

The logistics and timing of it depended on several factors. I wanted to write it on the same mountain where it began, Haleakala, which raised problems. One, is I needed a full day to travel up the mountain. Two, unless I used a paper notebook, I needed a notebook computer with a good enough battery to last for several hours to write it all at once. Third, I needed good brakes on my bike, my only transportation at the moment. With my cars, when I had cars, putting them in neutral, they would still speed up to about 70 mph just by rolling.

It took about 6 months for all those 3 factors to line up all at the same time. Even with fairly decent brakes, I still ended up going about 40 mph or more with the brakes almost fully on! On the way down I paraphrased one of my favorite lines from my notes pages to sum up the idea of braking. "The goal ought not to be to stop, for that is impossible. Therefore the goal ought to be to slow down enough so that, if need should arise to stop, death is not a certainty."

Really it did not have to be written on the mountain, but that was where I wanted to write it, and I loved the view from Rice Park, many thousands of feet above the coast. I new that spot and had not been there in years. It took hours to walk and bike up there and minutes to get back down, but high recommended. It will fry your brakes quickly though.

The best failure I can be- Beyond words there are shapes hinting at what can't be said outright

2007-05-15T13:16:00.000-07:00

... But I still think, though that is obviously better, using language at all in our thinking limits our thinking only to ideas we have been exposed to previously. We need to go beyond the past embodied in language. ... And within that are the great lessons of Eastern thought, Taoism, Buddhism, and Zen: the need to recognize the limitations of languages, and by extension, of cultures, as contextual, limited in scope to those they were originally developed within or for, but needing constant expansion and having that past, that foundation, being put in new contexts through new experiences and greater histories which they cannot contain without constricting them.

from Wordplay here or here

        "Why limit yourself to 3 dimensional shapes for clues," the researcher replied with a wink and a smile. "To the 1 dimensional person, the pattern of the square was simply in the only 2 shapes he knew, lines and dots. With memory and intellect, he could have envisioned a square from it but also could have seen it as anything else. Though the pattern of the square was there to be found, it was more apparent to a Flatlander than it would seem to a 1 dimensional person. "What is it with these repeating patterns of lines and dots?" he might think, and think nothing more of it. A different 1 dimensional person might pick up on it right away. ... because we are trained to think in those terms or see it in that light. If it were something purposely trying to get us thinking in terms unfamiliar to us to begin to be able to explain it and expand our perceptions, it would have that effect on us. Others might pay it no mind at all. Others still yet might see it as a sign from God to do this or that."
        "Through time," he went on, "anything can seem to mean anything to anyone. Higher dimensions need not be divined from geometric shapes for someone to see a pattern that makes them think other dimensions exist. They might see it in a rise and fall of species over time, or the beginning and ending of Universes, or in the stages of life they have lived through. When time itself can be thought to be the medium by which 1D people can envision 2Dness, or 2D people can imagine or deduce 3Dness, anything and everything we experience is as valid as any square or triangle, cube, tetrahedron or Tesseract, for opening our minds to dimensions beyond what we perceive."
        "As scientists we see the logic in understanding or communicating knowledge of our dimensions through shapes down to other lower dimensions when possibly only other scientists would make the connection. Life itself might be the means to convey such information. Life itself is not only to be lived, but begs to be understood. It may be an answer in the form of a question, a question with no definite answers, or nothing needed to be understood at all, just lived. If it does have a point of view to be conveyed, it is best apparent or easiest to understand if it is within all we experience, not hidden in complex numbers or geometric shapes. As a scientist, I might choose to start communicating with a Flatlander or one of lower dimensions by use of number or shapes over time but many other 3D beings might take a different approach entirely."
        "Yes, I think", he concluded, "that life itself is the best thing to use to open up 2D beings to the possibilities of the more confusing to them but simple to us, realities of life in our world. If it was in every aspect of their and our lives, everyone would have an equal chance of realizing, if not by one method, then another. Yet it is not for me to enlighten 2D beings on 3D realities. I as always am content to solve the puzzle immediately before me. As always that is to understand everything or my part in everything."

from 2D 3D 4D Thinking Made Simple (the original ending, now just 1.8)

        (I am) Going a little bit further with shapes in lieu of words before throwing in the towel today at Truthrevival.org. To match my clear dodecahedron, I now should soon be getting a clear cube and clear tetrahedron. Of the so-called 5 Platonic solids, to me there is only 3 really, again matching the 3, 4, 5. The Octahedron and Icosahedron are interesting but only triangular reverses of cubes and dodecahedrons with points (vertexes) in place of sides (faces) and vice-versa. Reversing a Tetrahedron results in another tetrahedron. The MerKaBa shape is a good example of showing this concept of inversing one Tetrahedron to create another identical one in the same way Cubes and Dodecahedrons result in Octahedrons and Icosahedrons. Plus those two are triangular and not of true different sides, so I and some ancient Greeks would regard them as lesser shapes than the Tetrahedron, Cube, and Dodecahedron.

        Much as I saw languages as keys to getting into culture's heads, what concepts they choose to think about or discuss out of all possible to any one in any culture at any time, regardless of opinions about them as regards to their 'morality' or 'rightness' to be thought about or discussed, that limitation down to concrete consciousness-jumping 'communication' or 'thought action' or 'proactive contemplation', :-), which defines a culture at a given time, not by what they think of, but understanding the greater palette, what they purposely choose not to think of, what they willfully omit from their thinking processes, I saw shapes as a more universal contemplation mechanism. They exist much as everything else physical in this world, according to their own logic and rules, not that we don't not see them by our religious, philosophical, and academic biases, the lenses through which we try to impose our own thought 'orders' onto things, to project our attitudes upon nature and universal physical orders.

        And I also know how 'science' does this as well. Our thoughts frame how we think about things. Though many scientists claim to be secular, non-religious, I see, through my own biases no doubt, the Big Bang as yet another creationist myth, a search for a beginning because that is the frame of reference most have to line up their thoughts by like getting ducks all in a row, or all charges pointing north or south in a magnet, a beginning and end, neat and above all else, simple.

        As I stated in the first post about the Dodecahedron, I am aware through contemplating a hyperspheric shaped Universe without beginning or end, all relative to other points in space, that some cosmic topologists have suggested that the Universe is more dodecahedral than hyperspheric. I did not read the article enough to know why exactly that shape, and as I mentioned below, that there was probably something in their data that they interpreted that that explanation was preferable to fit the facts as they knew them at the time.

        This fits in quite oddly with the fact that of the Ancient Greeks associations of the five platonic solids, fire, air, water, etc., it was the dodecahedron which represented the heavens or the Universe beyond earth. The first 'explanation' of this 'co-incidence' is that those who proposed such a recent 'theory' were aware of this and basically, as with all theories, however sound on data, begins with imagination. Essentially the key kernel is realization, or what I can also be called, thinking of something, or lesser put, making -hit up.

        Or one could take the philosophical approach (the word itself coming from the Sophists who basically sat around the Acropolis (came close to getting there and sitting there at one point myself) and basically just mused about the nature of things, essentially making -shit up to talk about and think about) and say that if the Universe is indeed shaped like a Dodecahedron, that intuitive reasoning alone could have led the Ancient Greeks to 'discover' this relationship. Ooh, ah, magical new age mumbo jumbo. Go grab yourself a crystal and sit in the Lotus position and unlock the secrets of the Universe through feeling its vibrations! (Sorry, no disrespect for those who do. That like everything else, that is a valid thing to do, plus it is cheap, better than drugs, and certainly more moral than what most people are doing at the moment.)

        Regardless of cart or horse first, our reasoning gets in the way sooner or later and we frame things according to our frame of reference. The thing about shapes, like numbers, have an order outside of our localized in space and time forms of references. Yes our cultures take these relationships and build up philosophies, religious and otherwise, about these relationships, (tarot cards, numerology, celestial calendars, sacred shapes, etc.) but because they seem to hint at orders beyond our ability to explain them, they will fascinate any being with a mind, a body, and sight or perception to recognize them and make -hit up about why they, those shapes, are there, and by extension why they, those beings, are there.

        I know with a post-perusal viewpoint my own journey through shapes. I know now which 2D things I drew were 'flattened down' 3 and 4 dimensional shapes, which I drew intuitively without knowing why. More in the conscious-of realm, why I thought to make Cube and Tetrahedral-based games, to better understand the internal relationships of sides to faces and internal to external inversion which reaches it logical conclusion when contemplating curved spaces or Universes. My only regret is that I never thought of, in time, actually making a Dodecahedral playing surface to complete the 3, 4, 5 set, though in defense, it would have been hard to draw on a 2d screen without constant spinning it around required to play it.

        I understand now how contemplating Tesseracts led me to have to write 2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple because there was no such book for me to read, so I had to write if first pretty much for the sole purpose that I could read it after finishing it. I understand by my own limited means, how objects 'unbend' curved space, and how that made up word relates to another made up word, 'gravity'. This is all simple now and mostly beneath me to contemplate but I have been left with nothing else to do, while awaiting my 'betters' decisions on how best to screw up the world through their lack of courage at confronting events which they pretend not to see about to force themselves through institutions they pretend not to know have failed them and everyone else in the most extreme ways possible.

        In a word, shapes can unlock perspectives inherent within any who have existed or will. They will look at them, and what they will see you can see. What they can know or learn from they, or even just imagine and make -hit up about, you can equally as well. An ancient Greek could possible use them to get inside the head of a modern physicist just as modern physicists through words got into their heads and used their concepts to make atomic weapons from. Time is irrelevant to contemplation, and thinking does defy causality in some ways I have tried to explain, notably in Deconstructing the Universe's Shattering Time, and in some ways best not left attempted to be explained. Despite going off for awhile, I am by and large limited by identity and intended effects of what 'order' I would try to impose on the world, as we all are when we admit it, whether by the religion or culture you were raised it, or by your own unique (and as always, not as unique as you think) viewpoints.

        So before I quit, again, I will end with a relevant quote from Toward Tomorrow to move on to cap my latest 'defeat' as best I can, and hope others will not be so limited by culture as I have been by my own. I tried to improve it, but the 'rules' always required me to defer to those who would lead others lost in the woods until they starved to death, if that was, and remains, their choice.

        ... When we consider great men or women of the past we take into account the worlds they were born into, the level of knowledge common to their times and existences. The less knowledge they had to work with, the less developed science, mathematics, or philosophy they had with which to build up their own ideas or inventions, the more remarkable their achievements can seem. For a child to draw a triangle or square and ponder its significance today seems inconsequential but for the first human who did so, no matter what their age, how remarkable indeed! With that began geometry, which begat trigonometry, which made space travel possible, not only possible but even a logical conclusion to one prehistoric human scribbling shapes in the sand millennia ago. ... Given the length even of what is now thought to be the age of the universe, certainly every great discovery such as the secrets inherent in geometric shapes, or of the atom, or of space/time, or of transdimensionalism, surely all of these have been discovered countless times before and will be rediscovered countless times again after humanity has gone.
        And if time and the universe are infinite in ways we cannot yet begin to fathom, giving birth to itself or new universes in yet another endless cycle of life, if it then could be that nothing can be done, said, sung, drawn, theorized, or lived which had not been done before, it still is no more or less incredible. Thoughts, ideas, dreams, experiences, aptitudes, ambitions, ignorances, and discoveries constantly rearranging themselves trying to come up with something new, something exciting, something different, always failing and yet never really failing completely.
        However many universes are born, or galaxies, or solar systems and planets, however many new species are born and mature enough to contemplate it all, it always is as new and as fresh and as wondrous as each new being born and seeing it all with amazement and joy for the first time, again.

Atoms, consciousness, and military control

2007-05-03T15:18:00.000-07:00

From the Notes Part 6, posted almost in real time.

I have stressed many times the need for people to think in terms of 4 or more dimensions. To me, this is self-evident. Those with sight (eyesight) tend to think in terms of "things" and of this "thing world" (Universe) and "thing beings." Geometry and how "things" are constructed is key to (understanding what lies behind) this type of thinking.

But the experienced world goes far beyond 3 physical dimensions. Atoms are a quintessential 4 or more dimensional “object.” Only through 4 or more dimensions can electrons “movements” through “non-space” between orbits be adequately explained other than the standard non-explanation, which may as well just call it magical. Also, the interaction between time and movement (electrons) requires multi-dimensional thinking without getting into observer/observed paradoxes.

Yet consciousness trumps them all requiring many more dimensions to try to explain what it is and how it functions, defying time, even at times causation.

It seems unlikely that humanity will ever be able to explain all of the implications of this and better understand what Universe we inhabit and how it functions while all of science is ultimately subordinated and subservient to the military for “strategic” advantages, especially in trying to understand the mind, for such studies and insights are always joined hand in hand with how to control it.

Our aggressive nature and incapacity to pursue a global means to eliminate such mechanisms for controlling thought and progress, seemingly dooms us from finding definite answers about ourselves, our minds, and our worlds, and keeps those professing the most ignorant, ideologically-based close-minded approaches firmly in power, seemingly indefinitely.

It is no accident ideologues seek to control and harness the military, for it alone has the means to suppress proving them wrong by eliminating research, suppressing facts, and vanishing or breaking or silencing proponents of alternative types of thinking or means of lessening the ever-growing “restraint” of the thinking processes of “free” men and women.

Posts on Politics will now be at TruthRevival.org

2007-04-16T05:39:00.000-07:00

I have started a different blog just for politics and related issues toward that subject, aim, or end. TruthRevival is for now also a blog just like this one, but at truthrevival.org. I will probably keep this blog for shorter things not necessarily related to politics and use the other blog for longer articles. The roots of the other blog however are in the posts here.

My New Dodeca-Toy and How It Potentially Aligns My Futures and Pasts

2007-04-16T04:57:00.003-07:00

As I stated in RCP2, when I was around 4 or 5 years old I had a way of looking at objects dually, both from the outside, as we all do, and from the inside at the same time, or as inverted negative space. This made doing a 3D puzzle I had from any angle as easy as breathing. It was not literally 'seeing through' things, but understanding positive and negative aspects of objects equally.
Flash forward some 30 some odd years later: while writing 2D 3D 4D 5D Thinking Made Simple, I had written myself into a box. The discussion of the characters came around to how from a 4D perspective it would appear to be able to 'see through' 3D objects, (seeing all six sides of a cube for instance, equally distant away in front of you, and having that portrayed as somehow seeing through them), as several books on the subject wrongly infer. Yet it made no logical sense, seeing 'through' solid matter. However, I could not pinpoint the cause of the 'paradox' of how both points of view were seemingly correct, how it would and would not be 'seeing through' 3D objects, both at the same time. That is, until I thought of inversion, or curved spaces.

It is possible to see all 6 sides of a cube at once, without seeing 1mm through its walls, and we do it everyday, from the inside. Sit in the corner of any room and you can see all 6 sides spread before you. 4D sight, in thought examples, is like bending slightly 3D space, or as stated in the book, from slightly outside of it like tilting a 2D plane to see inside the insides and outsides of squares at the same time which you cannot do while 'in line' with that plane, and 3D objects would disappear from such a perspective, tilting the view out of a 3D triplane, if they did not possess some 4th dimensional value.

So it would be from such a tilted perspective looking at what would have to be 4D objects differently than we see them, our seeing only the 3D aspects of them, but not in any sense would it be 'seeing through' matter. It was all so simple at that moment and the 'paradox' just vanished. This does not get into all of the details, though that chapter you can see by clicking here. But it occurred to me then thinking over the problem again and again while sitting at my “thinking spot,” on Maui that I suddenly realized this, or sort of, without exactly thinking of it in these terms yet.

“OK, I will need a cube and a ball,” I thought excitedly, and literally jumped up and raced to buy ones as quickly as possible. I even tried to buy some on the way home on my bike, but was disappointed at each store I stopped at, and had to wait until I could get to my car. I had to drive all the way to Kahului (very fast, and without delay, and to buy toys! :-) because I could not find a ball the right size which I could draw on, nor a cube either.

The only cube shaped object I could think of was a Rubik's Cube, which I bought for about $5 at K-Mart. That was very good for conceptual purposes because it had different colors on it for each of its sides. For the ball, I bought a blue Squash ball and proceeded to draw 6 lines on it, without really understanding why at the time. I only knew that I had to try to put the cube on the ball, which was actually how I was trying to look at it. The first line was drawn from an arbitrary point marking a north pole to what would be the equator, 1/4 of the diameter in length. Then another quarter of the diameter along the equator, and making a 90 degree corners all around until coming back to the top. I knew that was what I had to do, but not why. Then I studied it to understand how that related to the problem.

My journey to Europe to University studies and to a political asylum hearing, both equal reasons for going before I left, began about a month after that. The original intent was to do the asylum hearing off the bat, when it actually was possible to be granted, and then go to school after that. But that would have delayed my studies for at least a year. While in Europe, I then saw that it was possible to go to school first, though unlikely, but workable, so the asylum thing did not come until the end. I only mention that here because all through my travels across Europe from France to Russia and back, probably the most cherished possessions I had with me, and always nearby in sight, were a ball with lines drawn on it and a Rubik's cube. I added a third toy to complete the trio, a pencil sharpener globe I bought in Lithuania for about a dollar. (There actually was fourth toy, a larger very heavy ball I used to draw shapes on and measure distortions in angles caused by the curvature but it was too heavy to bring along with me as my luggage was already too expensively overweight.)

With my thinking still stuck on inverting 3D space in Lithuania, I 'discovered' the idea of the 'anti-pole' though it was already known to many others. It is even possible I may have been exposed to the concept before and had forgotten about it, but my thinking at that time necessitated understanding the concept and would have come up with it even if no one else had before. Once understanding the anti-pole concept, the Dual-Earth sculpture idea was pretty much immediately self-evident.

The easiest way to understand it, curved 3D space, would be to have one earth you would see normally, plus another outside of it, the same one of course, inverted backwards opposed to it, and every single point on a 'ball' or curved 2D plane of points half way in-between the Earths would be exactly the same spot. I was pretty full of myself for figuring that out, and since when leaving Lithuania I would be walking into a relatively unknown and potentially very precarious situation, I posted everything I figured out, all of what would later be called the 5D notes done up until that date (Part 1), to two physics newsgroups in January 2004 before I got on the plane, and figured anyone trying to figure out what I was doing would at least have something interesting to read. If any of it made any sense, someone somewhere would figure it out. Much of what I was doing was inter-connected, at least to me at the time.

I also made a model at that time in Lithuania of the Dual-Earth sculpture with a fishbowl turned upside down and over a small glass plasma globe in the center, and I painted the forward and backward Earths on the glass surfaces of each. Since I had to leave behind a large globe I had bought to map them out, the first globe I had bought there to visualize the idea, the small pencil sharpener, became my third small toy memento of this dimensional quest for knowledge.

So with my 3 'toys', a Rubik's Cube, a blue Squash ball with 90 degree lines drawn on it, and a small globe always prominently displayed on my desk or on a shelf in my dorm rooms (I still had the fishbowl and the plasma globe Earths but they were usually out of sight in my closet), I studied them, played with them, and delved more and more into the curved space ideas which were necessary to be thought out first before getting into the 4D parts of the book.

When I had time many months later, over the summer of 2005, I finally wrote those curved space parts as well and tried to wrap the whole thing up as best I could. Literally in a sense besides trying to accomplish much more important things, what I also was doing was trying to buy more time to finish up that stupid book and get a better understanding of 4 dimensional thinking. It was intuitive both in wanting to know it, and in learning or teaching myself about it, at the same time. It had to come out. Life simply was just trying to find the right circumstances to have time to 'learn' about it, though I knew I already knew it. Writing the 5D notes actually let me keep working on the same ideas without obsessing on the project as a whole, while doing the other more important things.

My new latest 'toy' could not be more perfectly suited to my thinking along such lines, a clear solid crystal dodecahedron. Being clear, you can see through it to the opposite and opposed sides. Because of that, it is easy to imagine seeing it from the outside and inside at the same time, perfectly suited to how I might need to think to continue the project if the world, and my world, settles down to be less confrontational and longer lived. Playing with shapes and words is a luxury at the moment while the more important things are still a priority.

While working as a non-scientist and non-mathematician on Fermat's Last Theorem, I kept coming across relationships all dealing with the numbers 3, 4, and 5. Mathematics is the ultimate seeing different parts of the Elephant, as the blind men example goes with each feeling a different part of the Elephant and each thinking it is something completely different. Mathematics is as complicated as you want to make it to come up with the most ridiculously complicated ways of saying the simplest of things (often the same relationships in different ways), especially when you don't know what you are really doing.

To understand Fermat's Last Theorem my way, I made a list of all the possible squares that fit into the pattern, 'A' squared plus 'B' squared equals 'C' squared. Then I saw these fit into a 2 dimensional pattern or array, what my sister who is a math professor referred to as a 'table of squares'. Then I tried to look for relationships in the numbers in-between the ones in the table, or the negative spaces of ones that did not fit into such patterning, the gaps. Then I thought to make a three dimensional model with a similar 'table of cubes', but found you could not do that. Then I tried to figure out why it can work, but seemingly only for 3, 4, and 5. (3 cubed plus 4 cubed plus 5 cubed = six cubed.) (I don't remember if I found any others, but believe there were not any others an could not be any others, though it came close sometimes. Finding another 'A' cubed + 'B' cubed + 'C' cubed = 'D' cubled would have made for a new pattern to overlay the table of squares, and thus a new pattern of the relationship between the 2 and 3 dimensional arrays). It (3 cubed plus 4 cubed plus 5 cubed = six cubed) overlaid the table of squares perfectly in a 3 dimensional sense, (3 squared + 4 squared = 5 squared, again 3, 4, and 5, just some of the many ways 3, 4, and 5 kept coming up) but you can't build a whole new table from one example, though it could be related to the table of squares perfectly. Since Fermat's Last Theorem is also trying to explain a negative, far beyond my abilities then and now, why nothing else can work, I limited myself to trying to see and understand why it did work when and how it did, for different dimensional levels, as represented by the numbers of integers or axises in the question, how many you were trying to compare or add up.

Though if I remember correctly that there are 5 Platonic solids, 3, 4, and 5 are the ones I am most interested in. 3 as represented best by the tetrahedron, or 4 sided pyramid; 4 as represented by a cube; and 5 as represented by a dodecahedron. But then it stops. Why?

I have spent a lot of time pondering the tetrahedron and find it a much more logical way of dividing up 3 dimensional space than the 'quadrants' or squared based ones we use, just as triangular grids make for much better maps or ways of dividing up curved 2D planes such as the Earth into equal sections, as has been shown by Buckminster Fuller.

But as I have noted, we live in cubes and are most comfortable thinking in terms of poles and 2 axises, North-South and East-West, for 2D maps, not three axises on 2D surfaces, which is a shame as it is more developed, more easily triangulable, and more fertile soil for an easier understanding of topological concepts and relationships.

So other than going always 'down' to 3 (triangular) for insights, which many more are to be found I have not considered yet, since I myself have dealt mostly with cubical and tesseractal modeling for 2, 3, and 4 dimensional thinking, the other 'direction' to go is obviously 'up' to the last 'discovered' Platonic solid, dodecahedral relationships. Obviously yet again I lag behind everyone else in the mathematical and topological fields because I have read articles speculating that the universe instead of being evenly curved as a hypersphere, some speculate instead reverses itself in a dodecahedral image.

Why they think that, I have no idea or have forgotten. Perhaps some repeating numbers in mountains of data. I prefer to deal as the Ancient Greeks did first and foremost in simple logic as manifest in simple repeating geometric shapes. Why only 3, 4, and 5? What is the most significant relationship between those numbers and 3 dimensions? There may be an infinite number of answers to those questions or only one. But then, if only one answer, then an infinite number of answers to that question: why only one answer? Such is the problem with trying to understand numbers. They can seem to explain everything while in the end saying absolutely nothing.

Without truth ammo, smear them with 'friends' who are their shrinks

2007-04-04T05:36:00.002-07:00

Good one from Crooks and Liars,

Last Sunday on Face The Nation, White House Counselor Dan Bartlett spoke to Bob Schieffer about former Bush campaign strategist Matthew Dowd. In typical Republic fashion, Bartlett goes after Dowd personally rather than speak to the the substance of Dowd's criticisms of George Bush. Bartlett refers to Dowd as a "close friend", then proceeds to talk about his personal issues to give the impression that the situation in Iraq and obstacles he's facing in his personal life have somehow clouded his judgment. This is the same despicable tactic we've seen Republicans use time and time again against former administration officials who dared to speak out against Bush.

With friends like these... So as the Whitehouse Whitewashes comes tumbling down, I have temporarily put aside my quoting Hawaiian music, to be reminded for a moment, and be thankful, of having been raised and influenced by the sage wisdoms of people like Joan Jett. The world would be safer if only more suits were braver (or Democrats had not the spines of jellyfish).

"An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway"

Joan Jett

Rays of light, but before the dawn or darkness?

2007-03-22T06:19:00.000-07:00

Glenn Greenwald was at his best when the Black Congress was at its worst. I was glued to his posts all during the "debates" which led to the Military Commissions Act, truly the most egregious piece of legislation passed in my lifetime, if not in the last 800 years of basic concepts of freedom, civil liberty, and rule of law according to respect of human rights long before they were called that.
But now in a better sense, he is well worth reading for what may be good news for a change. The headlines say it all, or at least all except that those within those departments are the ones or may be the ones to come forward. Police, believe it or not, are capable of policing themselves, at least when prompted to by the press or a watchful public. It is only the politicians who seem incapable of cleaning house. Here are some recent topics of his all lined up like ducks in a row which caught my eye due to their symmetry, as well as all being long overdue.

The significance of the FBI's law-breaking
The DOJ's explicit refusal to obey the law
Gonzales' unprecedented efforts to block a FISA investigation (into crimes by the NSA)

He only left out the obvious sources who requested all of these, as well as breaking numerous treaties; against the torture of prisoners, on rights of prisoners to trials, on the conduct and justifications of war, and many, many others, all of which in addition to the equally discarded Constitution, are equally what the Supreme Court has stated to be the "Supreme laws of the land". They may one day be again. So must say we all.

Warnings are good, threats are bad, unless the same thing

2007-03-22T05:08:00.002-07:00

Today I had a reminder that there are probably some things others may be quite insistent I not get into. Today I was reminded how close I might had come to the treatment of what others, some would say better than me, have been given; setup for crimes, made homeless, even committed. If that was the track I was on, it was let up on eventually and I only was given the “lite” version.

Today I also was reminded how these events kept me from saying things I might not have ought to, and could not have taken back. Though probably not meant in my best interest, how such pressure may have helped me. I can rail against such “help” whatever the motivation. I can comfort myself angrily at the same time, saying I stood alone, that no one dared to help me outside of a few I knew about, but literally I have been blind to whatever may have been going on behind the scenes, at least in my instance.

I know of the overt things quite plain; two judges reversing their own orders later each same day to go against me (no criminal matters, but one having the effect of making me homeless without any legal foundation or precedent. It was nasty, on record, and beyond reach of simply alleging “paranoia” as is often done, one having told me, "there is nothing I can do",), but not of why or for what intent, and probably neither do they know other than because that was what they were told to do.

I do know though how others have been treated. I know patterns of how my government deals with things. I know I am not the most patient person in the world, especially when I see things going on which I know should not be, what most know should not be, what the people doing them and also those who should be stopping them, know should not be, yet no one does anything, seemingly or seemingly any serious attempt to roll things back. Yet I still see that intransigence and impatience as a good thing, or at least can be a good thing when pointed in the right direction.

If indeed things are now turning around for the better, I will concede at least in the things I have been put through, I do not have enough information to judge what is good or bad, as Chung Tzu would say with the horse and the barn analogy. As I have been told, I have a window back where I want to be, and even a chance at moving forward and moving things forward for others from within the same place, but it requires patience which I may or may not have. That has yet to be seen. And whether there IS time.

However, should things not turn the corner in time, should the US attack Iran, pretty much for the sole purpose of forestalling impeachment proceedings or worse, (The Russian White House is very much in mind as to how things are shaping up, a President who does not recognize the authority of his Congress and has looked at the military options at home and abroad to silence critics), then I truly can say no one helped me or anyone by what went on here. No ones judgment is to be trusted by me then, at least no one who contributed in any way to making it difficult for me to say what I felt should have been said long ago, but was forced by circumstances unrelenting to have waited. It may have been for the best, or it may have been a crime. Then, I will only see the damage, regardless of the intent.

Hawaii, my Natural Environment, the Perfect Environment, and Reset Points

2007-03-18T04:20:00.001-07:00

"You are not what you think you are and I know it."

Last line of Col. Ted Westhusing's suicide note. He killed himself in Iraq supposedly, in his words, because his commanders ignored his compliants of human rights abuses and corruption. Read full story dated 3/16/07 on Alternet.org

I call Maui my "natural environment" for several reasons. Foremost is because it is here I became in a way, the best I can be, and then became in a way a different person. It's where I re-grew up so to speak. That being said, I will now refute it. We are constantly changing every moment of our existences, always moving on slowly to become a different person than who we were previously, a year ago, years ago, decades ago. Scars, memories and stubborn traits of patterns of behavior are all that really connect these changes together, as well as records.

We are born with pre-existent potentials, far more than we could ever actualize in a given lifetime, and sort through an external environment where some of those potentials can be changed into actual events according to the needs, demands, and circumstances at the time, in accordance with our wants, and perceptions at those times of what is possible at that moment in time.

What I call the "best possible" me was a pinnacle of sorts, but only from the way this particular version of my life has gone and the choices made within it. I know of what was around some corners of choices I chose not to make, some roads not taken. If there is one common thing that makes me different than most people, it is to run from predictability whenever possible, to keep trying to make life unpredictable, fresh, unknown.

Here I sit writing this in a spot of great meaning for me, my favorite beach, where I watched the beach-plant in Deconstructing the Universe form, struggle to survive, and then perish, where I first came to understand the misinterpretations of 4D sight (3D plus away) of being able to "see through" 3-D objects, and where I could close my eyes as the sun went down and see clearly cities I had never been to before, yet did go to later. I know of this spot's significance to me in things that did not actually happen. It was here in this spot I would have written RCP3 if things had gone differently in the external environment.

My "rebirth" involves many aspects, one of which is simply as simple as changing cultural precepts. Music was a big part of it. In the Hindu aspect of getting everything you want, to then move beyond it, I did musically. I was able to buy just about every song I ever wanted by every musician I ever liked, and then shortly after listened to none of them. I got over them and switched to Hawaiian music because I preferred it more, plus it was more optimistic and peaceful. And it is not as commercialized, not a part of the mass culture which dominates people's thinking far more than they realize.

If you could get into other people's heads, not that I am saying or implying I could, you would have tunes playing in the same calendar years from the same musicians, fresh memories of the same movies and television shows, similar opinions about the same inane actors and actresses from the same inane television programs they watched last night, similar political opinions according to one or two templates, similar religious fears and feelings. Not all the same in everyone, but all too similar as currents that go beyond them and the "center" of which lies outside of them. It moves through them, not a part of them they either control or understand.

They are so dwarfed by cultural precepts, most of these precepts easily controlled by the media, they are awash in constantly changing mentally overwhelming inputs at increasingly more rapid rates, so easy to manipulate and control, with little and lessening time for reflection and trying to gain their own unique perspective upon these mountains data inputs which are constantly thrown at them. You can hardly blame governments for wanting to grab hold of their sitting-duck minds and give them a firm shake in whatever direction they are willing to be lead, even over cliffs, just to show, "Hey, we can just about make anyone do or think just about anything these days."

By slowly pulling back from this, I began to delve more into other cultures and pretty much concentrate on potential future ones more and more because of the limitations in the devolution of my own culture. It no longer was deep enough to interest me, becoming mindless, more frivolous and shallower by design, and more manipulative so unsubtly as to be laughable if it were not so sad and insulting.

This process and this place as well as this period in history are for me all intertwined now. All roads led to this intertwining my whole life, both ones I longed for and ones I dreaded. It is coming together in a way too predictable for a person like me to enjoy, yet I understand its necessity to an extent, and have learned to bend a little to what I know should not be, yet is.

The "best me" previously here is evident to me because it is here I wrote "Towards Tomorrow", "Deconstructing the Universe" and "The Heretic Papers" in-between. I now could surpass all of those writings easily at will, yet choose not to for now, and probably forever. It is necessary to draw some lines in the sand and retire often to get perspective on what your life would be if you were done with it right now

There is an energy here that is quite a part of me that I naturally tap into. Before one says that is all meta-physical new-age nonsense, let me explain that in a more common usage. One who grows up in, or becomes accustomed to, a city can say there is an energy to that place created by the people there that is like nowhere else on Earth for them, a vibe or feeling there created by those who live there. I mean it in that sense as well as the vibrancy of life here in an area of near perfect and constantly perfect outdoor temperatures. I am stronger and healthier here and heal quicker than other places, especially compared with cold places. When I first came back I could barely walk (Sciatica) and within two weeks was again as strong as I ever was in my life, at least more so than almost anyone half my age. I would not wish to try to hold onto this, or life, or this life for too long, but for now it suits me and what I wish to do.

Maui to me is also a reset point for that reason mentioned above on how when I was when here previously, I was at a pinnacle of sorts. No doubt my reasoning ability has far surpassed how I thought here when I drew those arbitrary lines in the sand of thus far and no further, yet there was an innocent wide-eyed wonder to that time which being here puts me back in touch with, riding the same roads, sitting in the same spots, reconnecting.

Anyone who goes through a lot of changes in their lives very quickly can instinctually want to go back to a place where they are familiar with, home to them, to try to process there all the changes, to sort it out in terms of how it should mesh with their sense of identity, how they should "feel" about it all, and what it should drive them to do or what perspective how they thought in the past can contribute to what happened later. I call them reset points.

When I knew what I was trying to do in Europe would not be successful, I simply put my emphasis and concentration upon this point in time of where and when I would put all the pieces back together. No doubt I was able to before now, but chose not until this time to think about them. I needed to reconnect first.

This is something which can be manipulated, not just in me, but in many people. There is much many people put off facing because they choose to, because some part of their consciousness says now is not the time to deal with it, though they know it in another sense, and walk around capable of the most ridiculous denials of reality, which from a good look around at how my government has been lead, is now pervasive. Often this is for a reason, but whose reason and whose interests it serves is always an open question.

Back at my reset point, I know more of why I think I did the things I did, what I hoped to accomplish. As I said previously, I know what I hoped to put out, and at least the best possible spin or gain it could have had, yet that is always controlled by others. And I have pulled back not only at times for my own sake from what "powerful" people might do to me, but instead most often when I knew it would be missing the mark of my intended effects.

Other people's reset points include getting back together for awhile with an ex-spouse to try to glimpse or gain insight how their intervening years might have gone if they had not separated, or moving back to their hometown, working again at the local factory, and hanging around with old friends or relatives who never left. That aspect is here for me as well, being where I would have been again also now if I never left. Being able to compartmentalize all the changes and new experiences and see through, or try to see through, both sets of pasts as well.

But what I term the "Perfect Environment," that is circumstantial, not a place. It is now. I have probably lost count of how many openly criminal, completely impeachable crimes and felonies, not to mention war crimes and possibly crimes against humanity, this present administration has more or less openly admitted to, all with impunity.

I am inserting part of Paul Craig Roberts most recent attempt to keep score, not that the Press bothers anymore.

The Bush administration's greatest success is its ability to escape accountability for its numerous impeachable offenses.

The administration's offenses against US law, the US Constitution, civil liberties, human rights, and the Geneva Conventions, its lies to Congress and the American people, its vote-rigging scandals, its sweetheart no-bid contracts to favored firms, its political firing of Republican US Attorneys, its practice of kidnapping and torturing people in foreign hellholes, and its persecution of whistle blowers are altogether so vast that it is a major undertaking just to list them all.

Bush admits that he violated the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act and spied on US citizens without warrants, a felony under the Act. Bush has shown total disrespect for civil liberty and the Constitution and has suffered rebukes from the Supreme Count. The evidence is overwhelming that the Bush administration manufactured false "intelligence" to justify military aggression against Iraq.

Any less criminal Gang of Four would have long ago been arrested, or thrown out of office in complete disgrace at the very least. It is not that I get off on this mess, only that I see the opportunity within it both for my country and the world.

The US has been sliding toward authoritarianism in secret and behind the scenes for decades now. The only difference is that it is beginning to be exposed for one and all to see, providing they are not so completely taken in by the constant mass media manipulations and lies which themselves have lost all subtly and veneer, at least among those still capable of rational and independent thinking.

The more wealthy a country is, the longer and deeper the corruption can go on, the more intractable it can become. All attempts by Congress to try to limit or mitigate their own corruption, inherent in both political parties, is as laughable as it is ineffective. Only through the present Constitutional crisis is there any real hope of finally changing this dinosaur of a system unwilling and unable to evolve anymore, even to save itself, into something new, something incorruptible, or at least something within even a vague semblance of its own self-image.

Countless times before in the past the American public could have done the right thing to begin baby steps of positive changes and instead chose the selfish paths, preferred the denials of reality and lies, accepted the corruption as inevitable and even a necessity. Instead, they let a minor slide turn into major and more chronic catastrophes which put at risk, not only their wealth, but their liberties and right to legitimately elected self-governance. They let it continue on and on and on until it became virtually irreversible and almost unthinkable that they would even in the near future have again even a portion of the rights they had a decade ago, never mind a generation ago.

Yet this so-called "crisis" time is all part of the game. You cannot defeat tyranny, only move it from one body to another. Once you put in place the mechanisms for "unitary" rule to become possible, someone or group of horrible insensitivity will not only grab after it, but achieve it and never willingly let it go. One of my favorite quotes is that "no one who came to power through illegal means has not been willing to use illegal means to hold onto power." Yet even those who do come to power legitimately can become a threat to the very system they lead or represent. Those who get there by other means can simply have more to hide and less to lose.

Now is the time Americans can truly shine, or they can do nothing and lose everything. Bravery is meaningless if everyone all wants to do what is right, if there is no risk for speaking out, no need to stand apart or alone to do what is right, and doing otherwise, what is wrong, would be punished. But reverse that, that to speak out against tyranny would bring the wrath of the government against you, possibly cost you your job, your freedom, your reputation, bring harm to your family, then it becomes possible to be brave simply for doing or trying to do what is right.

Now is one of those times when what is done by ordinary Americans can vastly improve the lives of their children and grandchildren in ways like never before, certainly beyond the "need a microscope to tell the differences between the candidates" elections we have, and even then, when they are accurately counted and without mass "legal" fraud. And the reasons for doing so have never been more pronounced.

Pretty much most of my life I have known my government is not what it portrays itself to be, what goes on behind the scenes which is now glorified in movies and on television, torture, framing the "bad guys" through bogus testimonies and planting of evidence, selling the most barbaric of techniques of manipulation discovered through experimentation which included torture, drugs, poisonings, and other such "fun" things on helpless people, first in this country, then in Latin America, and now in the Middle East. The Middle East simply represents new cultures to learn of their weaknesses, their mindsets, and how most effectively to "break" them. The refusal of the Administration to release admittedly probably innocent tortured suspects, still being subjected to torture no less, because they might talk about such "patented" techniques, now state secrets, the telling of which would, if not make them worthless, certainly erode their value if/when we wished to sell them to brutal dictatorships like we have done in the past. (Or share them with our allies. Feel the love.)

Things like this cannot be changed while they are not admitted to, while not constantly thrown in the public eye in a critical way by an antagonistic and truly independent press, instead of relegated to the shadows which even Congress cannot penetrate and indeed, does not want to know about. Yet on the other hand, we have been having a desensitization to these things going on for some time, as I mentioned in fictional films, and now in the news itself, or at least what passes for "news" these days. The hours for exposing it as a wrong to be righted, for that outing to make the slightest bit of difference, they are disappearing while it still retains at least some degree of shock value. Yet that opportunity has not yet completely disappeared.

It only takes a generation to completely destroy a culture, its values and belief system. Yet the present US administration did not get that yet. There are still men and women with honor in the armed forces who have not yet been "purged" for whom defending the Constitution is a sacred vow, not something like politicians can now disregard as easily and as legally as breaking on occasion their marriage vows, which actually holds greater potential repercussions than braking their oaths of office, which now has none!

That is where the real movement of any significance is going on these days, within the military, not in the corrupt and crippled by the corruption (so as to make any attempt and meaningful course changes impossible) Congress. Even the high courts have now become effectively politicized and by means of that, completely meaningless as far as such notions as "justice" and "fairness" are concerned, especially in political or election matters. The "Justice" department has served not as a watchdog of the corruption, but as a protector against investigations into its own leaders and top officers transgressions of the law more effectively than criminal mafias control their own "police" and "courts". It would probably take 50 years to sort through the last 5 years of blatantly illegal corruption within just about every branch of the government, not that it would ever allow itself to dissect its own rot.

The unusual "power" of this President has been based upon ordering people to do criminal things, generals, agents, lawyers, interrogators, intelligence experts, journalists, and on, and then effectively blackmail them for having done so, the willingness to make each one a "fall guy". Spying on all your potential political enemies and just about everyone else has not hurt either, but such programs all have gatekeepers, someone or group responsible for keeping such information safe, and that is where the other flank is falling.

The number of people trying to expose such rampant abuses of state power has grown so much it is now almost a cottage industry to change the laws from protecting whistleblowers to punishing them, threatening reporters with jail or worse for reporting the governments own violations of its own laws, and still they have been unable to stop it (though they have slowed it quite a bit). I have noticed that it has been the military and not the lawyers or politicians who have admitted to the most transgressions, at least prior to this new purge and surge. When ordered to, they break the laws, the Geneva Conventions, and their own codes get rewritten as fast as the President's lawyers rewrite the rules on what is legal and not, something that used to be Congresses job, yet they are not as willing as civilians to lie about it.

This too is fading. Iran is simply the catalyst for purging the military of Constitutionalists. One of the questions I put to someone who worked high in the relevant agencies, why didn't Colin Powell resign when the others, most of the top staff, at the State Department did enmass with the invasion of Iraq? It was a rhetorical question which I did not expect an answer to, but since I had a high opinion of Mr. Powel at the time, was something I could not understand. The answer was he thought it was a messianic complex.

Yet I now believe prompting such resignations is not only a side-effect but pretty much an essential ingredient. Driving all who know better and would say something, speak up, and silence them, drive them underground if not out of the government completely, simply for believing in the rule of law, and truth and honesty in governance. After years and years of such blatantly criminal behavior, how many are left who have enough compunction and morals to leave over even greater criminal invasions elsewhere? Would it even be newsworthy anymore and would it serve any purpose other than having even more bootlickers take over their positions and offices of power?

Time is short, the stakes are high, but really, in many ways if you look at what can be done with such a situation, it doesn't often get better than this. When our misdeeds are exposed (not "if" mind you, when), we may be eventually free of them and their ability to chain us to repeating the mistakes of the past and present which we continue to "officially" deny, to lie, while the rest of the worlds sees a side of us more accurate than what we are allowed to see about ourselves, and that is both dangerous and foolish. The mirror is there for those who simply remain able to think, "what would we think of another nation doing what we do and lying to its own people, not only about what it was doing, but telling them it was only doing such unspeakable and unthinkable things so for the sake of humanity as a whole, while reaping mountains of profits for themselves and their families in the process, the leaders at least, while its publics became ever more fearful and economically insecure, and with lessening rights and constantly lessening means to oppose such devolution of the average citizen's voice in and power over their own system of democracy?"

Ascension 4 years after

2007-02-24T22:53:00.001-08:00

        Most people's view of history and time is necessarily 1 dimensional to me. We record only what did happen and forget or cannot know, if outside of our perspectives, what might have or could else have happened. I know within the frame that I work within, what else I might have done and some of the effects which would have followed from them. Time “chunks” as I call them in the notes. Also referred to as, “For most people the future is what it will be and will be only 1 thing, for me the future is what it was and was many things.” Not the only interpretation on that but the one most relevant to what I am writing now.
        I know vaguely what I would have told the French at the Embassy in Estonia if they gave the slightest inclination toward hearing me out and where that might have led. I know if there had not been the leaks a year later during my asylum processing exposing rampant criminal behavior by the Bush Administration which had then begun to be admitted to publicly, as others have said, the first President to have publicly admitted impeachable offenses, I would not have tucked my tail between my legs and come home without saying more than I did. I know what I would have written if the Democrats did not win Congress in 2006 (RCP3). But unlike others who are in power now, I give the environment and reality its due and react accordingly. I try to let the system work whenever possible unless I see it heading over a cliff.
        My survival instincts are good and best when not limited to myself. When I sense impending danger, and avenues of events leading to a trap at some point in the future, I react, how would it best be termed, creatively, with things few would expect to throw everything off in a new an unexpected direction which hopefully would lead to firmer footing. That was something that I think had been known for a long time, and if known by others, could be manipulated. But that is too simple of an explanation because once someone becomes aware what others are aware of, or want to manipulate, the cross-effects of that become quickly unchartable. More simply put, trying to screw with those who know they are trying to be screwed with constant plays off of each other and leads to directions all over the place neither can control or predict.
        I have seen events predictable but happening out of order, and the order of the play controls that one dimensional thing we call recorded history, and even greater, what did happen “really” as opposed to what only might have happened. Like all great empires, the US tries burying things that “really” happened, are happening, thinks this can greater contain and control potential future effects to be free from what “really did” happen. It is to get suckered into that one dimensional view of time more than one should. What might have happened continues on unseen, and what really did happen finds new ways to throw itself back into the mix to get the attention of those who choose to ignore it or think they can escape it.
        From what I have called my experience with my government's unrestrained desire to know things, to want to figure out the unconscious mind, that last measure of defiance to complete domination, predictability, and control, I see it in another way or by another word. I seen it as a manifestation of the spirit, of consciousness itself, and their constant desire to break it and control it as the greatest evil possible. Books such as 1984, Brave New World, films like V for Vendetta, Brazil, and others have show where that road leads yet still we have not yet taken one step away from following and creating that path, at least not where the US is now openly leading us all instead of coyly as before while we dozed off or were otherwise distracted.
        And I am not the first to see the unconscious or semi-conscious mind as a manifestation of the spirit. The “mystics” in the Bible who wrote it, they were “visionaries” whose dreams, supernatural insights or delusions, have charted a predictable, and often predictably bad course for humanity for thousands of years now, their insights first incorporated into Judaism, then carried over into Christianity, then into Islamic religions. They are based upon the dreams of others for whom we cannot vouch for their authenticity (or character thus making them unchallengable) other than that because they have gained steam over generations, have become history in that 1 dimensional sense, they will seemingly continue to be included into history for quite some time, and are an integral part of the human consciousness of today, and ought best be conformed to and respected, or at least be respectful of. But they too are both a part of the 1 dimensional history and susceptible to it when they fail to follow or accurately portray what really did happen from what they prefer to say did, for the purpose of gaining greater power through more and more followers, or more passionate ones, and trying to affect more and more generations.
        People forget that this “earthly” form of power depends upon warring against the future as much as Bush has declared he hopes to. At no point did he tip his hand more than declaring the fight he fights now a fight against ideas, of stopping a would be Hitler or Marx from being able to state their “poisonous” ideas. Such ignorance, such shortsightedness many who know history can say this leads to the most repressive forms of government, the most unrestrained brutality and torture and threats of torture, only to be eventually universally condemned when they are finally not allowed to control the debate anymore. They control only the 1 dimensional view of history and not even that completely. They will never eradicate the ability of people to dream, or to want, or to know of the “what else”.
        And even for an American, it is impossible for me to comprehend that he and all who would listen to that argument and nod silently or applaud it loudly, how they can be ignorant how the US itself has been changed and improved by the ideas of Socialists begun by Marx. Without them and their influence, no labor unions and all the good they have done, no free libraries, no free public education, no 40 hour work week, no payments to the elderly or unemployed, no Medicare or Medicaid, no America as we know it today. It would be incomprehensibly harsh and foreign but that removal, that distance, is easily translated into denial for those who wish to profit from this misrepresentation of the past's effects on present reality, and by the wish to send the future in a direction few if any would openly agree to if told the truth of what they are really saying and trying to do. To keep the future and humanity from growing in an unpredictable but potentially positive way. They are the far from the first at this either.
        Back to religion and “earthly” power. Their political power comes from raising the past, or their representation of the past, higher than what can be done by people in the present or they allow those in the present to do or to aspire to, putting it above their heads so to speak, to keep it “safe” from us breaking it. The Bible or Old Testament could not be amended forever so at one point it became time for those in political power to say, this is it, it is done, no more revisions, no more amendments, no more add-ons. What I call the first “Constitution”, but one inherently unable to grow or to change or to evolve. The pressure against this 1 dimensional view, the desire to funnel spirit into an unchanging direction unyielding to change and amendments met its match within that society by one far more popular revision, and not just one new prophet added to the end but a whole new “testament”, a single vision of one man or predicted “son of God” and a whole new wing was built onto an old religion making it what some now call what was then a new religion because the changes were far reaching and fundamental.         But that was it, or so it was thought and sometimes still is. But there WERE amendments! The “12 Apostles”, or at least the ones the established powers in the church later and now chose and choose to acknowledge. Their early writings beyond interactions with Jesus were written into this new bible much the same as the “prophets” of the original Jewish Bible. Not only did these writings flesh out this “new” religion by giving it a wider foundation but also along the lines of the old Bible, they were basically allowed by acquaintance, to be held up as virtual prophets themselves, except one Roman who never even met Jesus, and they in essence amended through “clarifying” his message.
        No one of these “amendments” has wrought more havoc on what was intended to be a positive non-violent, altruistic movement than “Revelations”. Like with the prophets of the “original” Bible, one dream or semi-conscious vision of a “prophet” was tacked on later and eventually came to redefine or obscure for some, the original thrust of the entire point of Christianity, a Utopian view, but not one to be created through fire, holocaust, or genocide, the very reality of what we are on the brink of today. Such is the power of revisions, amendments to holy writings, to constantly threaten to throw them off in new directions because the future, that non-one dimensional history, is always wanting to go in other directions and the past, when in chunks like large histories religions provide, are turnable in the present, and tend to wipe out everything in their path when the are turned, in this instance not for the better but in the most destructive means possible.
        Nothing I have fought against more in the past than “Revelations” because so many have found it a means to power in the present and in the past, one horrific “vision” that has become accepted, even looked forward to by such a large number of people. In some sense, only giving them a little of what they want will enable them to get perspective upon it, even though most that would aspire to it, who cannot see how that is manifest against all that is good in their religion, even showing the truths of the evil within it of mass murders and unnecessary deaths of millions while ongoing, which is for them, pardon the expression, rapture.
        To think the Catholic Church and other major Christian religions can once again in the face of genocide of this scale sit on the sidelines and only mumble vague tut-tuts and harrumphs in opposition to this and not be viewed as once again abetting, but this time, now central to the machine of genocide, accomplices to all that is about to be done, by far the greatest evil possible, and from what was meant to be and held by them to be the greatest good. Now is the only time possible for Christianity to redeem itself of the genocides of the past, of the Inquisition, of aiding and abetting colonial genocides of aboriginal peoples, and countless other crimes which cannot be erased even if forgotten. The entire legacy of Christianity as a “good thing” is now on the line due to one vision and how it has been spun and used as an excuse to destroy worlds and civilizations, and now our world and our civilization is in the cross-hairs of it.
        Islam too has recognized the danger of amending religions indefinitely, and also the power it leads to in the present by those who seek to encase the past as all done, what religions themselves seek to do. The major questions have been solved and the answers are right here in this book. That religion too like the Christian religion, included the “visions” of the Jewish prophets, plus the teachings of Jesus whom they considered one of the holiest prophets. But after Mohammad, no more. He is the last one. History is done now and you can read the most important parts in these books. I do not mean to disparage this or all religions but that is in essence where their power comes from. Making the future the past, or as much like it as one can succeed. Since the past is gone, through how the past is represented to the present. Each of the successive “revisions” or new religions based in part upon the Jewish Bible has gained many followers all over the world, yet because they have limited means to change, eventually these "children" religions of the same source seemingly are inevitably going to again come into horrific conflicts unless conflicts become impossible. And with most of the wealth of the world now deriving from and depending upon conflicts, sooner rather than later.
        To me, and as it should be, this is all the background scenery. The lives and deaths of billions before me and after do not affect me outside of my own choices of what to do, and how to interpret them. How to “feel” about it all. Some get angry at injustices done in the past and present, and wish to change things for the better in the future. In some, this anger turns to malevolence and leads them to do more harm to more others, creating cycles of violence that only will forever put off the peace or positive changes they think they are advancing or hope to advance, and prop up those who profit from the conflicts to continue in power through the wealth these conflicts provide them with. Some get overwhelmed by it all, become hopeless or distraught, and begin to become non-variables, those who will give up whatever sense of empowerment is to be found within their present societies or circumstances and prostrate themselves to the powers that be to do with them and their lives as they see fit.
        I have sought out interpretations on how to deal with this time, these events now coming at me out of order, and sought out religions of the past, their guidance in how to deal with these conflicting aims and notions for the future. I know of the comfort in them, but for me, there was always choice. I was not bound by the religion I was raised in only to look in for answers, and due to the limitations and the weight of “Revelations” in peoples expectations, seeing outside my religion's box was a good thing, and lead to far wider possible choices of what to know.
        I know of the need to challenge the powers that be when they are wrong, and that challenge, if successful or not, is never wrong. They all, in one form or another, want the future to conform to the guidelines of the past or past ways of thinking, but there are times when common sense moves us to see that that is not going to happen, and in those brief times, humanity is allowed in large numbers to think for themselves. It is then and sometimes only then that real answers can be found. I have great faith in the common sense of people and for that reason I think democracy is a good thing, but not any kind of democracy in the present. They are built on lies, on untrue histories, patriotic, idealized, mythologized, and these manipulations of the truth leads to publics that are misinformed to be mislead, and democracy has nothing to do with it.
        Ironically (or not) within this system of falseness, those who have the most contempt for democracy have the most control over it. People must be “guided”, their passions “restrained”, yet this “restraint” never seems to preclude war whipping hysteria, dehumanization of “enemies” and actually feeds into it because those doing the “restraining” are actually guiding societies towards their own goals their publics would never agree to. And thus the definition of “power”, to take others where you want, to use them and their lives as you wish, regardless of their opinions or desires to the contrary.
        To balance the past, not only have I had my own wants and desires which for me take no quarter with ANY powers that be, political, religious or otherwise, because I have been raised by myself by my own “visions” for the future and what it should or ought best to be. For me that holds precedence over all else, and makes me potentially as despotic and insensitive to others sufferings and wishes for the future as any now in power could ever be, yet there is much positivity in current religions (not stressed now by many at the tops of those religions) to balance that, to democratize the future in a way that does not need to conform to anyones views upon or for it.
        And that is what the Universe does, balances what you want to do with what others allow you to do, and over time, near or short, whatever you hoped to instill upon the future will be lost, changed around, its meaning will be distorted and even diametrically opposed to what you intended, and sometimes even then also be done in your own name.
        My initial “visions” or “interpretations” were also founded in Revelations, so I have much in common with the maniacs now in power today. Like I have said above, I have been fighting against that view much of my life, how to push it, change it, amend it to limit its potential for damage, yet also to not interfere with the democratization of a future that should be decided by all together when the time comes. But time, at least for me, is running short. What the future is heading towards now, while some sort of twisted torturous double-think monstrously selfish yet preachingly the epitome of virtuosity, even far greater in scale and absurdity than is now manifest, yet it is a future to which I must yield must be allowed, though I can fight to the death to say it ought not to be chosen, agreed with or upon, and fought against whenever possible. That fight when engaged is always won, that environment of things needing to be fought against will always be there, yet it ought to be engaged not with some “other”, some “enemy” but the shortcomings within yourself and to alter your own society that defines you, makes you something better or something worse.
        As I have said, I know things besides what did happen, at least within the context of my own life and potentials. More than what can happen, more than what did. The best analogy is an infinite number of new universes appearing every second depending upon choices. All exist, all can be known, yet time requires the choosing, and that provides the definition. What there is to choose from, that is not always part of the choice, not under direct control, but to submit or not to the choices offered is a limited way of breaking the rules. That is what alters the mix for those who seek to yoke humanity, to restrain the human spirit for the purpose of political power today and greater influence and power for their heirs tomorrow. I have been motivated since earliest childhood to stop what is being done in research to control people, break them, yet I know this is impossible to stop because of the potential power and profits behind it make its desirability irrepressible. Yet such abuses can be mitigated, delayed, pushed into the future a year at a time, for more reasonable persons and societies than we deal with now to grapple with the implications of this drive to turn thinking humans into programmable machines.
        The “taught” past has always had to vie within me against this future desired direction. The past for me is ultimately a tool to be used, a ground to stand upon to go in the direction one chooses through circumstances you create and which create you, combined, inter-dependently. My memories are more complex than most peoples, and I have had more reason to doubt them than most can comprehend. Yet a past drives me and a future guides me, and when in sync, it is effective enough, hopefully, for the moment and its requirements, both in what I feel the need to do, and hopefully, what ought to be done.
        Though this is not RCP3, (the time and need for that has passed), as I said in RCP 2, I *KNEW* Tartu before I went there, every street, it was all familiar to me on first sight on a TV screen in a way I cannot describe, but that is not the only place over there I knew beforehand. From this present, it makes sense, that feeling of deja vu about Tartu, as I was there in that town longer in continuous duration by far than anywhere else previously in my life. Yet I also recognized then another place I had not yet gone and knew in another sense. Both of these “recognitions” combined to make going to them predictable in a way too great to really reasonably be able to stand up to, but it was more than that. To know for certain a potential for future events when the present is endangered and unmanageable, tempts one to take it. Because I did not know the source of these potential precognitions, the potential implications of the far away nature in time and distance, and interfering with things I swore to avoid, made me constantly have to double-think not only the future and what I was hoping to achieve, but what events past which might have contributed to creating that path which in effect would not have existed without the perception of it. Marching off to Moscow, trying to “enlighten” the CIA about a treasonous President, flirting with disaster on a much greater scale than normal, and all because of some dreams, or supposed dreams. It was a situation that demanded constantly trying to get perspective on where my perspectives where coming from. But if from myself only, then those actions would have had the intended effect of increasing the interest of those required for that road to succeed or at least exist for awhile.
        The other place I “recognized” was Kolomenskoe, a park in the south of Moscow. I saw the movie “The Russia House” around the same time, and the recognition of it all was intense; the archway, the cannons, walking along the bricks in front of the church, and the churches themselves. Money problems, legal problems, possible changes going there would create in my life, and the effects spilling over into others lives, it all became pushed to the periphery. I knew that place in another sense, though I can circumstantially be sure I had never actually been there before, but would be shortly. It took less than 9 months to figure out a way to go there and see what I could figure out by being there, what the trip to go there would require, what future it would require, and what that perspective was about or for. Finding out it was called the "Church of the Ascension" was a kick in the pants. The order of which I say this now is simply to set up things to come and to give perspective upon a past I perceived as a necessity. Much that I do and write now has a prescribed order relating to future intended effects. The order may be 1 dimensional, but it is also what some will remember as what really happened, and that is why I take the order of things now very seriously indeed.

Smokey the Burning Bush to George: Only you can prevent terrorist attacks or forest fires

2006-12-29T18:13:00.000-08:00

On Christmas day I was riding my bike on Maui and I saw a sign of just 4 words, “Dry Area Prevent Fires.” The first two words or first half was quite clear, a declarative statement, this area is dry. The second half was more instructional, seemingly suggesting I should prevent fires there. Seeing as it was a very brief sign, it pretty much left it up to me how to proceed in following that instruction, command, or suggestion.
It brought to mind the old Smokey the Bear campaign from when I was a child against forest fires: Smokey the Bear says “Only you can prevent forest fires.” Even as a child, the logic in that statement was quite obviously faulty. I said, as I am sure many to most others did in response, if only I can prevent forest fires, then the rest of you are pretty much screwed because though I was not sure what I would be doing in the next week, next year, or for the rest of my life, I was fairly certain it was not going to be hanging around in forests preventing fires.
Here it was many years later and I once again was being implored by a government campaign, in this case a county road sign, to somehow do something to prevent fires. If I was to imply the rest, how I am to do that, I would hope it would only be asking me the minimal possible instead of hanging around the sign day and night looking for fires to put out. It, I hope, was merely asking me not to do anything stupid while there which would cause a fire; not to throw a lit match down for instance or to discard a lit cigarette carelessly.
That is really all one can do in that situation. No one, not me, not Smokey the Bear, not Jesus, not the President of the United States, no one can prevent forest fires. They will happen, like wars, plagues, and terrorist attacks, and nothing anyone can do will prevent them. The best we can do or ask anyone to do is to not do anything stupid to cause them, not to throw matches on dangerous areas, not to forget to put out camp fires, not to drop bombs on tinderboxes.
Though the President of the United States would like to take credit for a lack of terrorist attacks, mostly the best he can realistically do to prevent them is to not do anything stupid to make them more likely, such as bombing countries which have not attacked us, occupying them, watching over regimes we put in place unable to provide safety, electricity, clean drinking water, health care, or anything we associate with everyday life, while non-government militias led by people we do not like and do not like us further their control by actually keeping these people alive and semi-secure in ways their “legitimate” government, one that to most people there is complicit and tainted with deferring to an illegal occupation force, us, cannot do and is not doing.
After going from “We are winning” to “We are not losing” the war in Iraq which is not a war, not a Civil War of Iraqis, nor a war of us against Iraq, with an occupation force which is not an occupation of their country but “liberators” which the majority of their public believe shooting us on sight is justified and an overwhelmingly majority of them want us to leave no matter what the consequences are to them. At least for a change they would not have us to referee and perpetually prolong indefinitely the “birth pangs” but instead would eventually have one side or another “win” what is left of that destroyed country. But it would not be won by the people we want to win, war proponents or excusers would say, thus the continued “conflict” which is not a war is a “good thing,” kind of like when Iran and Iraq were warring with each other and we kept switching sides of who to help to keep that one going into extra innings. But who do we want to win? The Shiites which would side with Iran, our new enemy du jour, or the Sunni's who have been causing the most US casualties and make up the backbone of the resistance fighters?
To say as the new media campaign offensive states, “We are not winning but we are not losing,” which like all other government statements is embraced enthusiastically and uncritically by American media corporations, what is the status quo we are holding? All government reports of the CIA, Defense Department, the “independent” Iraq Study Group, they all concur that the terrorist groups have never been stronger because of how Bush has been going about “preventing”terrorist attacks. Now Al-Quida has become so strong in Iraq we are being asked to negotiate with them where before they were virtually non-existent. A conservative estimate is that the people that want to kill and attack Americans now is ten times what it was before the Iraq war by the CIA's own supposedly leaked reports which have not been denied and have been echoed in other government studies.
How is a 1000% percent increase in less than four years of the might of our supposed enemies in the “War on Terror,” not to be stated as us “losing” ground? If we are not winning and not losing, what kind of ground are we holding, what are we “on track” toward?
So what “not doing anything stupid” course has Bush suggested to counter this non-loss of ground? Bombing Iran of course. It seems most Americans cannot grasp the monumental stupidity of that course of action or the suicidal effects it would have on every aspect of the American Economy, except for of course, the oil companies which would see profits soar the higher the price of oil climbs. (Want to end the insanity now, how about the higher the price of oil, the less profits for the oil companies, the less risk of war, the higher the profits?) To make it simple enough for the Average American who gets what passes for news on networks to understand, not all Moslem's are the same type, as George Bush found after being President for a year. Shiites and Sunnis are like Protestants and Catholics, and like the latter, have done their share of killing each other, as is going on now in Iraq.
By bombing one country, Iraq, which had not attacked us, we have made most Sunni's, half the Muslim world, very pissed off at us and generally want to kill us. To remedy this or improve upon this by keeping us safe and escalating (but “Surge” sounds so much more virile) the War on Terror, Bush has decided to attack yet another country which has not attacked us, the Shiite country of Iran, which should even the score and make the other half of the Muslim world want to get revenge on us just as badly.
Lord knows when we will get a President would not only know not to do anything stupid to “unintentionally” wreak havoc and destruction all over an area of critical importance to us, destroying our credibility there, making our Muslim allies rightly nervous if not imperiled, but might actually instead try to work to correct the mistakes and stop the hemorrhaging of what history will show was the greatest wound to America, if not any country, which was self-inflicted by so few “democratically” without shame, without fear of accountability, but with one hell of a war profit packed retirement portfolio.

What it used to mean to be an American and TV "debates"

2006-10-11T02:20:00.000-07:00

        When I grew up, to be an American meant having been raised to believe in certain values above all else, among these the right to certain unalienable freedoms; the freedom of thought, of religion, the right to speak out and oppose the government politically, and to stand against those who sought to remove these and other human rights from others, such as the right to a fair trail or defend and protect those whose countries were at risk from being attacked by larger more powerful countries and have these rights taken from them. What we have begun teaching our children what it means to be an American, and this is scary because they are beginning to be given a different picture by all that we are doing now opposed to all of these values no matter the rhetoric, some reality seeps through, it means to be able to turn a deaf ear, a blind eye, and a cold heart to those whom we take such freedoms away from because we say they do not deserve them, or that our security means they cannot have them now.
        Even worse, that we not only can deprive others of these rights, but destroy the infrastructure of entire countries, robbing them of electricity and clean drinking water, threating to do the same to our allies if they waver in support of us, and be "liberating" them at the same time for which they ought to be not only grateful to us, but indebted to us for, while we profit from both the destruction of their countries as well as the rebuilding contracts, often both ends profiting the very same companies. What I don't see as damning is that some people say torture and holding people indefinitely without charges and pre-emptive wars are a "good" thing, but instead that the debate has been so perverted by the on-screen weakness of those supposedly arguing against such things while actually acknowledging their so called "merits" makes us ALL look like moral despots. That torture does not work they say, that the occupation of Iraq was botched, never that such things are simply wrong and poison us and our culture and weaken the argument not only for our superior standing in the world, unprecedented, but strengthen the arguments many-fold among our enemies that we ought not to exist or that we are a drag or weight upon a world reaching after the same values we used to hold but now have seeming turned our backs on out of fear and cowardice.
        Maybe the media is to blame, showing people making arguments opposing such things but doing such a poor job at it you can't help but wince and pity anyone after that for trying to articulate such views when those shown on TV to have such views, (real moral views, not the kill the unrighteous views of televangelists), to be known to be making a weak argument in others minds before you even open your mouth simply because of how such views have been framed for them in others minds by the TV. That is the real weapon being used to stifle and retard political debate in the country, pre-emptive argument preparation in how people are made to think about what fools dissenters are by how they are shown on TV, as ineffectual and weak blowhards because those are the only kind of dissenters shown on TV.
        For one brief shining moment Gore (1/16/2006) grew enough balls to say the USA is moving toward dictatorship and complete abdication of rule of law, a lawless state run by criminals, something every former President should have said by now, even the present occupants elected father.
        There have been occasional streaks of courage in some Congressmen and Senators, most notably Senators Leahy and Finegold, but as with the Military Commissions Act, the Democrats have forfeited not their, but all American's right to oppose the President. It is sad day when the most outspoken and best critics of Bush the Junior Decider are all Conservative Republicans (it seems to them he is giving Conservatism a bad name, to the rest of us he is just giving Humanity a bad name), all ironically or not having shared the same Nixon Administration with the current upsurpers (Cheney, Rumsfeld) of legitimate Constitutional rule, the bravery to speak the truth nods going to John Dean, Pat Buchanan (that was hard to say), and Paul Craig Roberts. When all or most elected representatives need Nixon staffers to remind them that, "oh, we are supposed to have a Congress which keeps the President from acting like a psychotic dictator" (trying to make a larger segment of the world hate us so we can kill them all and pretty much be open about it) instead of encouraging him while he does so out of cowardice or because they have the same stock options, take money from the same "contributors", or are blackmailed by the same secret wiretapping program (everyone except Foley has something left to hide now).
        Nothing short of a full fledged Constitutional Convention could even begin to clean up this corrupt mess purposely designed to be uncleanable and to stain America with the blood of unnecessary mountains of civilian deaths by wars of choice and opportunism, whether economic to reward their campaign contributors (and there has been scores of that going around) or geopolitical opportunism at the cost of real security at home. "If we don't fight them there, we will have to fight them over here." Right, and if we were not so unwilling to consider blowing countries to hell before they did anything to anyone might be a bad thing to do, there probably would be far fewer of them wanting to come over here to kill us. The more people you kill the more enemies you create. Unlike the American people, our current leaders understand that math perfectly, and are perfectly profitably persistently pleased by it.

When I think I might never see Hawaii again

2006-09-24T22:04:00.001-07:00

        There are a lot of ways things can go where I would never get back. It is not that important, not most important anyway, that I do get back to what I consider home, to be there one more time or one last time. I was there and it is in my heart, a glimmer only sometimes facing these dark days ahead, but as yet unvanquished. I have my Hawaiian music, my memories, and still yet, my hopes for the future, where that is but a mere part of them. Selfish maybe, yet not at all because it fuels all the good things I do, much of what I have done, and much that I might still yet do in time.
        What comforts me is that one of my heroes, one of America's greatest leaders, wanted only to see his home state one last time before he died, but was forbidden to. It is not to take comfort that someone else had a worse pain, suffered more, for if I return, I still will feel sadness that he did could not. But I have found what he felt, a connection to a place, a sense of homeland, a connection to a spot on the Earth at a given place in time to wish to reunite with, and a longing or saddness if that cannot be. His place of choice, his place of home where he longed to go but could not return was the Wallowa Valley in Oregon, and hopefully those who go there can appreciate it for him, and remember what little he asked for, and how great a price was taken. If you cannot tell what great American leader called that place home, then I will be glad to be the first to remind or inform you of him, Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, otherwise known to most as Chief Joseph the Elder of the Nez Percé.
        Some may think me unworthy to speak of him, others would condemn me for calling him a great American leader, yet if he was not an American, who can say they are? If American's are not a race, as we like to point out, but many races, then why cannot an American be one outside of a government? Governments come and hopefully will go and give way to better and more just ones, but people and places remain. There was no doubt he was a good leader and an American, therefore it is not wrong to say he was an American leader to which any could be proud of.
        I have mentioned him before in my writings, and mentioning him now is because so many have not heard his most famous words, now dead in the hearts of Americans, many but not all, and need rekindling now more than ever. All that was great about America, the government at least, that small portion of what is America, has gone terribly wrong. Former President James Carter's belief in a self-correcting mechansim is unfortunately seemingly misplaced at the moment. We have been fed illusions of our worth, blinded to the suffering we are inflicting all over the world in the name of values it is apparent to all all over the world we are not living by and seemingly no longer believe in except to use as an excuse to take what we wish and do whatever is our will.
        Nothing can I remember having moved me more deeply than when I read the words below. It is not just words, not just pain or agony at the reality of war we have been sanitized from, protected from, and because of which, that distancing, we watch men and women without hearts advocating things on television to us and to children, what they are teaching to a new generation, advocating avoidable attacks that would cost thousands of innocent lives, without guilt over what they say, without hesitation in what they are advocating, and without regrets. Joseph's pain innoculated me against thinking like that, and his words will outlive the hate mongers, the torture advocators, and those who scorn diplomacy and the avoidance of war as "weak".
        These words, his words, will outilve those people because the world they advocate cannot endure, would not survive. A world which not only remember's these words but learns from them, takes them into its heart as I have into mine, that is a world which can endure. That is the future I work for, hope for, would live and die for, but the future we are creating now, what our present leaders wish to give the world, that is nothing I would want to be a part of. That world in which we have already recently killed tens of thousands of innocents in cold blood unnecessarily, and would kill millions if not billions to prevent the world from growing beyond the systems we have now, based on the need for war, the rewarding of aggression, and the sanctity of mass murders beyond scale in the name of country and in the name of God. May their notions not be passed on. Humanity could not long survive it if they do. The goal and the means to takes us to that better world are found in the words below for any to hear, to know, and to feel, and to guide us back from the brink by remembering the slaughters we have done in the past, and are about to repeat again.

"It is cold, and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are -- perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever"

Dying in prison for lost causes like Peace

2006-09-24T21:29:00.000-07:00

"He told the jury that he understood that because he was 72 he might die in jail in punishment for this protest. "I don't know if I am doing the right thing or not, I am only doing the best I can. If anyone can think of anything better to do to stop this insanity then, by all means, do it! It is up to all of us to do something to stop this madness!"" -Fr. Carl Kabat

I have to remind myself not to complain about the pathetic and completely ineffectual ways people try to stand up to the US's erosion of democratic processes, rights, social contracts, etc. at home and in other countries. At least they are trying to do something, which is more than can be said about most people. It is not their fault they have no clue about how to be effective at changing things, and only by their feeble attempts might their children or grandchildren have both the desire coupled with an insight in how to implement these noble but ill thought out idealisms of democracy, human rights, and justice for all, regardless of income or birthplace.

More easy predictions: Iraq will never have a civil war

2006-09-24T20:16:00.000-07:00

"In Iraq, we'll never be in civil war," al-Maliki told CNN's "Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer."

Here is another prediction that cannot fail. As pointed out recently, he who controls the dictionary controls the world. Since we define what "civil war" means, like we define and redefine "freedom", "democracy", "human rights", and of course, what is and is not torture, then Iraq can come infinitely close to a civil war without ever technically reaching it. An inch away, a half inch, one third of a trillionth of an inch away, and still we never have to say it actually is having one, never mind that we set it off. So far the non-war supposedly, if put in US terms, the only terms Americans can seem to understand, in terms of population count, would have cost over a million lives and the monthly loss of life would be the equivalent of tens of thousands of dead, high percentages women and children, newly dead month in and month out, but never does it need to be thought of or called a civil war. We invented the undeclared war, mainly for purposes of getting around Constitutionally mandated congressional authorization, so we never actually have to say there is a civil war there either. But then we never have to look them in the eye and tell them how much better off they are with torture and human rights abuses by their new government and/or government supported death squads at higher levels than they had before we "helped" them.

Bush's Apolocalypse visions dancing in his head

2006-08-31T20:54:00.000-07:00

In todays headlines...
"President George W. Bush predicted an apocalyptic future..."

      My dad was obsessed with predictions of the future. I grew up with it, along with encyclopedia's of ancient symbols, societies like the Templars, Freemasons, etc. My take on prediction since a young child was "I only believe in self-fulfilling prophecies." I have gone around that block many times, trying to see it from many different points of view of others and other times, but have always had a hard time disagreeing with that initial take. It is almost self-evident to me.
            I have been thinking a lot about prophecy lately. Specifically, I can't find it now, when researching "aumakua" there was a reference to prophets of the future in Hawaii around the time of early first contact, who predicted accurate bad things. I thought, what a crappy use of fortune telling. Supposedly someone predicted they would be invaded and almost wiped out. Granted if you know political history going back far enough and looking far ahead enough, it is an easy call to make anywhere on the planet. But what good is it saying, "Hey guys, we're really about to get screwed." I mean if you are right and can see that, wouldn't it make sense in saying how to avoid it? If you can't see how to avoid it, you are not a very good prophet, just more or less a disseminator of useless and depressing information.
            So say you can change it by telling it. You can go on and on about how your prediction changed things, but pretty much if you predicted bad things and they did not happen, you will not be thought of well. In fact, unless as an idiot, you will not be thought of at all. You can predict good things though but then one doesn't really need to be prepared for good things. "Watch out or something really good will happen to you tomorrow." Granted, such positive predictions can help you get through bad times, but so can't self-help books and pretty much the entire, we're-great-no-matter-what-we-do-or-what-others-think-about-us culture we live in. All you have to do is look at your horoscope for that kind of stuff.
            If you are Bush and you predict an apocalypse, it is kind of cheating if you have something to do with starting it, never mind being the principle "lets bomb them first" proponent. But then so many others around the world too can trigger one. China, Russia, Israel, Iran, pretty much most nuclear and many non-nuclear countries could set the world off right now. It is really getting so easy to do by so many different people, predicting it is like predicting the sun might shine somewhere tomorrow and somewhere else it might rain.
            The only thing that is hard for Bush to predict in this vein and still be right is that there will be no world war in the next 20 years, that peace will prevail, common sense will begin to rule, and the world will, if not begin to disarm, then at least begin backing away warily from the brink of destruction. That would be a great prediction, not only because it is positive but because it is much harder to do and involves people he cannot control. Making people dead is not controlling them, in fact it is not controlling anything, just making fewer people to control, usually ones you did or could not anyway. Actually, it is a great sign of defeat. Ups your percentage maybe, but lowers your score.
            When I think of real power, it is not in those who can get people to kill each other off in great numbers. Too many in history have been able to do that and unfortunately many more will come because it wrongly gets the name "Great" in there at the beginning or the end of their names. To me, total power was Mahatma Gandhi. He kicked all of the "the Great"'s asses big time without firing a shot. He got an entire nation about to rip itself apart to stop, every single last person to stop fighting because he asked them to. Almost anyone can start a fire or make a political mess or disaster. People themselves are often waiting for an excuse to do something stupid and self-destructive, especially if it is profitable or fun, at least in the short term. Making everyone step back and chill until they can think straight again is something that is beyond Bush's "power". It unfortunately seems beyond his understanding as well, of it being not only a good thing, but a necessary thing. Especially because it contradicts what he has been saying, what he has been predicting, and because it is something beyond his power and requires the help of people he cannot control, only kill.

Why I choose not to speak now about the insanity in the Middleast policy of the US

2006-08-14T21:57:00.000-07:00

          Lies reach a saturation point, and truth cannot compete or be heard. Speaking out against this at all now is fast becoming pointless. This is not as hopeless as it sounds, but reason needs calm and rationality to be heard, and to prevail. That is why there will be no breathers, no pauses for people to catch their breath. Enjoy the calm of this ceasefire while it lasts. It is most likely only the warm up act, a momentary pause before the main act of what reporters have claimed is Bush and Cheney's desire of a wider war, and others said was a deliberate attempt at triggering one, using high civilian casualties, direct targeting of UN peacekeepers, hospitals, refugee convoys, red cross vehicles, power stations, airports, etc. etc. etc. The list goes on but soon it will be as irrelevant as much else. I will write about that soon instead. What I call the international foreign policy equivalent of the LA riots, where the crimes fly so fast and furious that no one will bother to keep a count of them anymore. Since no one will be held accountable, since laws will be passed to backdate all administration wrongdoing, you won't even be able to call them crimes anymore. Enjoy the illusion that for now, they technically were illegal. For one brief shinning moment, we knew what our government did to us, did to other people as well, was wrong and illegal at the time, and only us having the power to say we choose to make it legal, we choose to call it right, that this is the most wrong we are doing, to ourselves, our children's futures, to the world, and to truth. Rewriting the past, like those in power can now do whenever they choose, means no need for accountability,no hearings, no government whistleblowers needing protection, as soon there will be no crimes to investigate, mere lapses in judgment, and the rest, like bodies in a video game, will merely vanish into thin air.
          But the peace, if it ever comes to whatever is left of the world before they are done, before they lose their iron-fisted hold on power and the American public's minds, such a peace will one day allow such reflection and truths to come out, and will shame us all for as long as humanity has a memory of what we did not do or say in these times, purely out of fear of what would happen to us if we did. But when the heat gets turned up again, approval ratings will soar faster than bodycounts and we will pass on finding the truth to other generations like we pass on to them an increasingly polluted ever less inhabitable world, greater suffering and inequalities, and our increasing pessimism that it could have or will go any other way, that this is all fate or God's plan, and not our own shortcomings fault.
          From what I have seen, those who are good, those who want peace, they are weak, they are hesitant, they are indecisive, and they are cowards compared to those who will shout down anyone who disagrees with them, beat anyone who gets in their way, and will charge the entire world headlong into a very deep abyss. As I said before and most likely others have before and since, you don't get the world you want, but you get the world you deserve. Unfortunately though, we will pass that hell on to others who have yet to do anything to deserve it, but if they follow the path and examples we have set for them, they probably will as well.

Ellsberg shouting into the wind before the hurricane makes the dumb deaf as well

2006-08-08T13:36:00.000-07:00

Daniel Ellsberg Today (8/8/06) From CommonDreams.org reprinted from the Philidelphia Inquirer

"Today, there must be, at the very least, hundreds of civilian and military officials in the Pentagon, CIA, State Department, National Security Agency and White House who have in their safes and computers comparable documentation of intense internal debates - so far carefully concealed from Congress and the public - about prospective or actual war crimes, reckless policies and domestic crimes: the Pentagon Papers of Iraq, Iran or the ongoing war on U.S. liberties. Some of those officials, I hope, will choose to accept the personal risks of revealing the truth - earlier than I did - before more lives are lost or a new war is launched."

sounds a bit like Ray McGovern in saying since 2003...
"Many former colleagues and successors are facing a dilemma all too familiar to intelligence veterans—the difficult choices that must be faced when the demands of good conscience butt up against deeply ingrained attitudes concerning secrecy, misguided notions of what is true patriotism, and understandable reluctance to put careers—and mortgages—on the line...We appeal to those still working inside the Intelligence Community to consider turning state’s evidence.”

But with the Supreme Court recently shooting down federal whistleblower protection against Bush, the Justice Department itself instead of investigating illegal programs, instead going after the reporters who print details of programs that go against the law and Constitution, Congress' idea of "oversight" is to pass any and all laws making all of Bush's violations of the law and Constitution retroactively "legal", and the Press itself willing to sit on stories for the benefit of the Adminstration, is there any reason for people to risk their lives and careers when no one has their back? What reason, besides that is the good of their country, the world, for the sake of their children growing up in by comparison relative safety and relatively free compared to the world dangers about to happen? Evidently that is not as attractive a payoff to them as getting that new sports car or vacation home. Yes, I purposely try to piss off people more respected and dangerous than myself. Maybe if they get pissed off enough, they will act as brave when going against the grain for what they know is right as they are, or think they are, when that bravery means also going along with it, and along with what they know is horribly, horribly, wrong.

Unexpected humor in the news today

2006-08-07T21:32:00.000-07:00

Both of these I read today and kind of took me by surprise and made me laugh.
DemocracyNow.org
"And finally a new book by former U.S. ambassador Peter Galbraith has raised questions about President Bush's understanding of the Middle East. According to Galbraith, the president didn't understand as recently as 2002 that there were two major branches of Islam in Iraq -- Sunnis and Shiites. At a meeting with Iraqi Americans the president reportedly said, "I thought the Iraqis were Muslims?"
and from CommonDreams.org Pvt. Anderson said he supported the war at first but changed his mind after he was ordered to shoot at a car speeding toward his checkpoint in Baghdad. He held his fire and saw the car was carrying a family with two small children. "I did the right thing because they were innocent, but my superior said I should have fired anyway," Anderson said.
That is not the good part. Actually that is pretty sad, and sad that it is truely how people think these days. But then I came to...
Ryan Johnson, 22, of Visalia (Tulare County) is pretty confident Canada will let him and his wife, Jenna, stay, but just in case, they are researching options -- like going to Sweden.

uh... -- like not going to touch that one. But cute the way it was worded, I had to laugh.

Repeating Repetition again

2006-08-07T20:35:00.000-07:00

One unexpected bonus of being back in America was having all of my notebooks back. I had some with me when I left and they were helpful. Once back I reread the original version of Repetition and decided to redo it for the website to include all of what was left out and put it back in its original order. It was not the best collection, nor did it have the best outtakes, but it was time to do it. While I was working on it, spending most of a day on it, I read Jonathan Schell's article version of Too Late for Empire. It uses the word repetition repeatedly, and the concept. While searching for that article to mention here, I found a similarly good one by Russell Drake from 2004. But my poetry collection called Repetition was not about political psychology, but was instead about deja vu. Here are some of the best lines including the lost end stanza of Monomania...

We search for truth but we seem to find
that beyond ourselves we still are blind

Wishes and hopes become our purposes
but even they are tangent and never stay
Wonderment and questing are all that are permanent
they are the guides which lead us on our way

There is no top or bottom, every point is exactly the same
No movement can escape this confining reality frame

Associations and relations together with us are one
Separation from observation simply cannot be done

I must watch the horrors helpless to change a thing
and sit idly through the storms that I know the future will bring

People will become more of a common mind
but it will be one that demands conformity

Many think but do not know for knowing is only faith and pride
Knowledge is the tombstone where living reasoning has died

It once had life to those it served because it was part of theirs

If I had to live again through it all I doubt I would change a thing
for pleasure made me contented but the sorrow made me think

"Question not," they say to me. "Question not and you'll be happy."
"Question all," I say to them. "Question all or be condemned."

Over and under, above is below. Neither I am, neither I know.
Yet and then, both are now. Never was I, only how.

Truths unseen are only real once understood by those who feel

pulling us toward the center from which the rest has grown,
grown out and up above and beyond whatever it alone could dream

Down beneath the deep blue sea and up above the highest tree
there are sights which I'll never see yet I will know them and they me

You've heard it all before and you'll see it all again
Even the new is familiar back from who knows when... its repetition.

First post, and an explanation how it got here and why

2006-07-28T09:54:00.000-07:00

After reading many blogs on Blogspot.com, I decided to do my own. I have had web sites before, even had and lost my own name as a domain to domain-name-thieves (vultures I call them) when changing domain registrars, and eventually got it back (it was no longer valuable enough for them to steal it). Since I had lost my own name as a domain, I started Polsci.com which was my way of posting my school papers from Estonia and Sweden (Polsci/Political Sociology major), poems, and blog-like thoughts called The Notes, which continue to this day and some of which may appear here. I am struggling to finish my Master's thesis on Russian nationalism for a University in Sweden, and trying while doing that to ignore that Bush and Co. are purposely trying to set the world on fire for higher profits, and also try to ignore that so many of my fellow Americans and even more than a few European parliaments are ignorant of that.

The title of this blog comes from the first Polsci.com to have a theme (Winter '04), and the theme was hope. That was the one I call Polsci 3 as it was the third update. I am working on Polsci 9 now which should go out in the exe of Decode Gold 2007. I put the entire web site into my programs so that they are completely achieved and dated, easier than copyrighting, and are not as easily changed around as web sites are. I certainly try to avoid anyone saying I said something I did not, but realize such things may be unavoidable. The idea of putting my writings into my computer programs goes back to before ZIP Runner, as the only reason I made the program in the first place was because I could not compile a whole poetry book into a single exe. If QckBasic supported more text, my life would have gone differently. So I made a compressed text reader program instead, which became ZIP Runner and then ZR FileWorks which was in PC World Magazine.

Polsci 3 about hope was followed by PolSci 4, the nuclear one. It was early 2005 and Bush was leaning toward nuking Iran, so I decided to go with the nuclear theme for the site which was a must-read for some :-) and I tried to speak to the insanity of an administration which never seems to run out of it. Some people are actually in favor of that, nuking Iran "pre-emptively", and like American torture of suspects without charges or trials, civil war in Iraq being a "positive development for democracy", the American news media is actually pushing it as not such a bad idea. It would be the pinnacle of America allowing its standing in the world to completely be destroyed forever, at least the vestiges of what is left of our respectability and our economy. The best description of what is being done to the United States by the Bush administration is the same thing we did to so many nations before, mostly in Latin America, in a book called "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" by John Perkins. Thank you sir, may I have another?

The theme for PolSci 9 will be Heiau, which is Hawaiian for sacred place, (from the Net: When broken down we see that the concept of a heiau is not so much a temple or shrine, but rather a designated place for the practise of prayer. Bearing this in mind I think of a heiau as not just a physical place but a place in "time"!) which is what the massive killing to come will be over, and I slam even the concept of it, sacred ground, hard, without concern for those who hold that concept dearer in their hearts than even human life, billions of them in fact, because that is the very concept which treatens to kill billions of people as well. Greed is the reason, religion is the enabler in this instance. A preview of it is below.

I hold no symbol, cloth, cup, wall, building, or place as Holy. I
cherish no words spoken or written by me nor by any other who ever
lived nor ever will live for I know all words to be false, no matter
what truths they are meant to represent. The only thing in all the
Universe worth revering is Life, the only thing that is Holy and the
only thing that is Truth. And Life, it is spent like currency, wasted
to keep all that is False to be worshiped in its stead. The words,
the symbols, the cloths, the cups, the walls, the buildings, and the
places, none of these are living, none are made Holy except by the
wasteful Blood spend by the Living to keep them enshrined. I find
their sacrifices in this regard as wasteful, even the very notion of
Sacrifice in all its connotations, merely as spending the Valuable to
make the Worthless seem less Worthless. God as a word is but another
false god. It may as well be Satan, for that too is but another word.
If your God is Life, then worship Life, worship ALL life, even those
whom you might despise, and put aside your worshipping of words and
symbols, of inanimate objects and unliving places, as a waste of time
and an impediment to knowing the only living Truth, Life itself.

Also intended for PolSci 9 is What the asylum thing really was all about‚ Doctors on the Dark Side‚ (everyone beat me to the punch on that one, even PBS), one about the desecration of the Constitution, one about Freecycle.org and the collapse of reseller markets and the "disposable" society mentality, and maybe one or two others.

But again, this first post like the title is meant to begin with hope, and the hope I had when working on PolSci 3 I try to keep in my heart as much as the wonder. Here is a rehash of it below. Aloha and mahalo.

People who ridicule others because of their apparent disabilities,
appearance, or perceived problems or weaknesses are fools. In some
who appear weak, infirm, helpless,or ill I have seen a strength of
spirit, mana, a thousand times more powerful than in we who dare to
think ourselves strong, healthy, or mighty, and may appear as such to
others or ourselves. Appearances, physical forms, are nothing, only a
superficial reality. The strength of our lives and spirits are only
minorly affected by them, and only then as much as we allow them to
be affected by them and let those feelings in ourselves about our
bodies get us down. Learn to see with your eyes closed and your
heart, soul, and mind open. Then you will see true beauty and real
strength where others are truly blind to it.

It is easy to predict that humanity has no long term prospects for survival, at
least free, and easier still once thinking that way, to make it come
true. Its continuation based on how we live, treat each other, and
the direction we seem to be headed in, expecting it can go on like
this for very long defies logic, common sense, and even reason. We
are teaching and being taught every day to despise the very
international institutions we founded generations ago to bring us
together and promote peace. Greed and power frames all discussions on
how to treat each other. Those who would profit from setting us apart
from each other, forever at each other, never seeing or admitting we
all, all around the world, are ohana, family, brothers and sisters,
they always rise to the top and forever divide us. I forget often
that hope needs no reason nor foundation. It grows even in the most
abismal and desperate circumstances. That is why it is so hard to
kill it. Hope is forever our only road forward, and even blind hope
might help us find our way forward. Hope must flow into us from
beyond this world, for otherwise it would have been stolen from us
and sold back to us like everything else.