What is "waking up?'
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Posted:Feb 15, 2024 8:51 pm
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I'm finding a quest for knowledge that I never had before.
I theorized about what drove Kim Peek to want to learn.
I just didn't know, but as I became more like him because of the "activation" program I began to understand how the allure could work.
Firstly that the brain can find itself in a rut, a condition or occurrence you feel/suffer the effects off but you cannot escape it.
I've been there.
So Kim's wild accumulative of knowledge may be that he was hoping to find a cure.
An insatiable desire to be cured.
It would be like being stuck in a dream with no escape.
But I did escape and now experience something I'd read about, and that is once you'd tamed your personality you could be free of its controlling you.
Then you'd experience a clarity of mind by escaping the clutches of your demanding personality.
Maybe you wouldn't be seen as a target anymore as no target could be seen in you.
Maybe now a peaceful glow would have taken its place and you do see others differently and it now looks black and white on how they were suffering with their own personality.
You'd like to help them out, to step out of the chains that locked them in place so they also could indulge in the peace.
So amassing a knowledge bank was not my prerogative but it did fascinate me, the way people had succumbed to evil intentions.
As a new threat is set to decimate populations (a candida) I wondered about what's befallen people in the past and what history was being uncovered.
Blame was heaped on Columbus for transporting Syphilis but uncovering the bones from earlier than that uncovers that it was well established before Columbus ever set sail.
Another Mandela effect you may say. You may not agree with this effect either , I distinctly remember Mandela becoming President once released from the Island.
Also I feel the pull of another age, one that I participated in.
One that Shakespeare would have strung his traps in, in the hope of catching game. Maybe a trout to take home to delight his parents.
I guess that's my true home.
We don't get near deather's claiming to come back from the future. Do we?
If we did that would add to the simulation debate.
Point to how there's no time on the other side.
That the you, past present future exits all on one plane.
Why not?   Boadicea was fighting the Syphilis bearers!  The Romans had it at that time! In Pompeii's archeology !
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The Protocol at cern and the incident.
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Posted:Feb 15, 2024 3:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2024 2:51 pm 5318 Views
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I was told to keep the name tag on and clearly visible and to not disturb anyone.
His movements were perhaps related to the incident that made them panic and shut it down.
Now a new countdown and the next tests would be done in less than two months.
It was exciting and everyone was on their toes busily checking things.
From what I'd been told there was an electromagnetic anomaly at turn two where energy had escaped and had caused a ripple, a time warp perhaps and a time portal had momentarily been opened.
The mass of energy was an attractor for anything that fed on energy.
The idea was that they'd aimed for things to go a planned way toward feeding data from the great 'eye' the collector.
They quickly arranged a meeting and they were all seated around the table sucking on their pens waiting for one of them to open up the discussion about what it was.
"Gravity waves" suggested one, on a scale like we've never seen before.
Everyone of them knew about Leyden's spinning balls and the shocked faces of the lookers when they felt the shocks from the spinning balls.
It was like finding a forbidden power and the mind boggled at the consequences.
Maybe they'd taken one step too far once again picking a forbidden fruit from God's garden.
But now it wasn't exactly crystal clear what they were doing.
Another Philadelphia experiment perhaps?
I was instructed by my scientist friend to just be a fly on the wall, to act unobtrusive and not seek attention.
I wondered what law had been transgressed and the obvious one was to do with a magnet in a conductive tube.
We knew it simply as faraday's law but no one had generated the forces present here or had impressed such great pressure to cause the magnetic 'loop' to develop into an unknown energy field that perhaps became overloaded to be no containable in only one dimension.
Maybe they'd spent billion on the wrong experiment that something much bigger could be had but no one could imagine it.
Easier to image just banging things together to see how they break.
The excitement would grow as they got nearer to 'launch' day and a kind of lunar launch day was what it was close too.
If everything went right and the way it was meant to work then maybe it would be smooth enough to work better than it ever has and that threshold that was found would surely break !
Understand that it was nothing to do with the accelerated particles but to do with the coils surrounding them.
Also the new field of science was something any backyard inventor could dabble in and already do by experimenting with superconductors.
The idea is that the components of time could be either stretched or straight blown apart and really this is the machine that probably should have been built. not the collider which only touched on the new phenomena.
It would be a real step forward too and would enable the vehicles that would transcend through space and time to make mind blowing discoveries about how things really worked.
How the simulation was hooked onto a different physics.
My scientist friend was far ahead of this crowd !!!
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Come a long way but should I tell my story?
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Posted:Feb 14, 2024 2:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 10:56 am 5497 Views
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It would be a tale of betrayal if I did but ........................
Fact is I couldn't outline my question or what I wanted to get out of it.
My interests had changed a lot too and I'd scored an interesting job that took me around the globe to meet some interesting people.
I was doing groundwork, a preparation for a scientist friend and it amazed me the respect people showed to him when I mentioned his name.
A cynical way to look at it was that I was being paid to keep quiet, but I had some good out of it and had been brought back to good health to be shaped into the curious and thoughtful human I am today.
Maybe I'd tell a tale or two and it would be taken as far fetched and too fanciful to ever be believed.
I wondered about the big picture too and I had a sneaky feeling that a promise had been given and had to be kept.
The more I thought about it the more it naturally fell into shape.
I'd read a lot of NDE's (near death experiences) and still remembered a lot of my own visions when schizophrenic.
Multiple ways I'd died and about the short lives I'd had.
Now I understood about the promise that was made and the purpose beset me.
I would write and only when I'd completed my task would I be eligible to return to paradise.
It was one way to explain the charmed life I'd led, swimming with crocodiles and countless near misses gave me the feeling of being indestructible.
But only protected till the promise was kept.
I'd been noticed and dragged back into human form again to continue my writing as that was my job centuries ago and maybe a God liked my style and had a job for me well into the future (now) that needed to be done.
I'd started out in the field of psychiatry, and my own abilities were being put under the microscope.
I never did get the full background of the higher controllers but my friend and golfing partner left hints that were a kind of paper trail I could follow one day.
They'd started studying the dynamics of a group of "special" ones who were held in a house like communal group and they were being watched.
Fed information by 'rigged' Tv programs and their psychic reactions studied.
It being postulated that crimes , mysteries could be solved that way.
I'd watched some of the tapes too it was so freaky the way one individual would take control of the group.
He liked spaghetti so everyone would have spaghetti.
That sort of thing.
One thin b*y had a psychotic tendency so needed to be watched out for.
Best kept away from knives and his moments of Catatonic hallucinations was scary to say the least.
It was decided to isolate him and he was taken to a farm far away from any possibility of getting into trouble.
A tracking device was put into a dogs collar that he walked with that would locate him if needed.
The begrudged him in a way but stayed with him.
"They" still wanted to study him and they paid a b*y to befriend him, even fuck him !!!
That way the b*y would be promoted to say stuff ,a rabble of disconnected stuff they'd try to put back together.
He seemed to be attached to higher powers , being told what to do.
They filled him with psychedelic shit too, lacing cartons of ginger beer they put into his fridge.
He would get on raging high, catatonic and would love to fuck the boy paid to be with him.
His explicit rantings about devils and his tormentors was truly entertaining.
Maybe it was worth the money just to see that.
The b*y's violence was connected to perverse sexual acts too, and his observers reasoned that desire was interconnected with violence in the mind somehow.
A close connection and you could see that often in animals. Sharks chewing on their reproductive partners for instance.
"If it's not rough it isn't fun" So Gaga says.
He connected with peoples thoughts too and could expose dark hidden ones, the routes of their souls. Like dogs do !
I was being used like a guinea pig , testing stuff to find a cure .
Then monitoring the after effects.
It was beneficial so I went along with it. I got see more of what they were doing too and I have to admit it was enlivening at times.
Seeing that b*y's crazy fucking rampage was truly captivating. Like the world was still in that cornerstone of the 60's when people were becoming aware of how barbaric people were. And to me the 60's was about at least acknowledging that change that was needed. B y some hand we're changing to eventually reach our given potential !
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A land of insuferables !
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Posted:Feb 13, 2024 1:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2024 5:00 pm 4961 Views
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I was becoming more profuse with the language and that became a problem.
Shutting it off I mean.
Like my mind singing in my ear.
I'd dabbled with my mind as a , playing a game where I'd imagine objects and putting them out of my mind then it got faster and soon I'd have a projection like an early type of film and then cartoons playing in my mind.
But waking up in the morning was terrible, I was damaged and so I stopped doing it.
I'd applied for a job and the girl asked me about what interested me.
"Oddballs, watches and ..." I couldn't remember the third.
I should tell her about the darkness, about how my mind worked and that after having Schizophrenia I had trouble remembering things.
It was like odd stuff would appear from the nearby darkness and I would see it and then it returned to the darkness and was deleted from my memory.
It was like the mind game I'd started a long time ago.
In some way I'd got a look inside the savants mind.
The way thing could be distorted, the way the mind found pleasure.
My idea was that the high functioning savant had manipulated pleasure, even love to suit themselves.
The Rainman talked about the heart. He touched his chest over his heart and we felt that emotions were his key.
Love and emotion had distorted to embrace other things.
It is what compelled him to lose himself in knowledge.
I would get a smile, mute a I was ,I was also high functioning in a way but saw no point in communicating with the brain dead compatriots that shared the other beds.
I felt like a trapped Hemingway, alive and full of zest but unable to perform the role anymore.
Just a vision of my old age though.
Ageing is about fight or flight, that's what the latest idea is, that if you avoided that then you'd have a free ride through time as a more spiritual being not concerned so much with the trifles that beset the average human.
I had the ability to wake up with a clear head and always a little taken aback that I'd woken up without a personality.
I kind of got the gist of what personality is so I'd chose one just for that day.
That explains why when I've read something I'd written before it was like someone else had done it.
I had no connection with it.
But maybe like a wheel I'd stumbled onto the personality that wrote that again and then I would get it !
It was awkward !
50 first dates .
Oh I remember my point now, and that is that love could mutate into a lifelong string of enjoyment that you could tap into and didn't involve anything to do with its intended purpose.
It was messing with the book of creation.
Not something you'd be taught to do in school at a young age.
I remember it was dreadful dealing with the concept of time and I wondered how I'd escape it.
I guess I had a sixth sense of how mental illness would claim me.
It was what I needed to escape !
I got lost in it and it was like sharing the warmth of a flame trying not to get burnt.
Dopamine was my addiction and sexy obsessions were more than a thought away.
Music was my high too and I'd relax in a favorite spot baking naked in the Sun whilst a rapture from my music filled my heart.
So Schizophrenia was my loyal buzz buddy.
Now I'd go to those same places and listen to the same music and long for my sic companion that I'd lost.
You could imagine that lost one as legitimate and warrant being put on a cereal box as missing!!!! Seriously !! (Love mutated into a life long companion, not the short lived throw away thing !)
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Aquarius first then the Conscious progressives took over.
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Posted:Feb 12, 2024 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 11:07 am 4427 Views
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Granite is over half made of crystals. You can trap a thought in water by freezing it, and now that's extended to crystals. The brain is flooded with crystals. Where are we going with this? If you simply knock two rocks together you get a spark, but do it twice and you see that the spark is diminished like energy was lost from the stone's first strike.
An idea emerged that the energy contained in the stones was absorbed over a long time and remained in the storage device that it is.
An intuned Conscious progressive can enter a state where they can read that information.
Where did DaVinci's cryptic excesses lead to?
To something he spotted in the kings chamber?
There an astute eye spotted the engravings.
An alien too, and a version of Astrology that linked to an alien connection to a place in a constellation.
We're from here and in these granite walls a message has been left for you.
Do you think Da Vinci is a genius? If we could crawl into the mind of a genius then we'd know what to strive for.
How to go about solving riddles or a cryptic puzzle.
Then the mind like a sponge gathers information.
The way it was designed to do. The mind of a genius converts that information into its intended meaning.
A two dimensional thing seems a very placid one and is a far reaching slate that tows no line to time, edge on it has no thickness.
If you cracked da Vinci's code you'd be able to conceptualize the surfeit that is the dimensional paradigm that we float in. Neither in one place or the other!
Stuck in limbo and then the message left in the kings chamber becomes clear.
That those beings were trapped.
No longer able to go home, so they would leave their predicament in a log that would one day be decoded.
By the conscious progressives. 
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Manipulation, and where does that end?
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Posted:Feb 11, 2024 12:00 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2024 3:12 pm 3869 Views
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A bottle of pills?
A girl told me something and I expanded it without knowing the whole story. (filling in the gaps)
I saw on Molly's game the row of law books filling a shelf and remembered the girl who'd done a law degree and she told me that you could look up an answer in the books when doing your test.
The standard model for the test was created by looking up all the answers in the books, then if you actually remembered an answer by studying the material you'd just write it down saving time.
The more you remembered the faster you'd get. The better your marks!
But given the mass of material involved it encompassed your way of thinking, so real life would be measured by what you'd picked up through those books.
So before computers that's how it worked.
My brain learnt about retribution and all the ways that stuff in the revelation came to be.
Her brain confined by what was law.
But life was intolerable for her.
We lost a beautiful person.
We could find ourselves trapped !
I dabbled with programming computers once and it gave me some insight into how games worked.
One like solitaire shuffled the deck so a solution was guaranteed and now I played chess wondering what was going on behind the scenes.
If it was a super quantum computer it would maybe do a million moves in the blink of an eye to find the best one then maybe some psychology and probability would be in the mix too.
The thing is though it's still dealing with the oddities of the chess pieces movements.
So you'd think there will always be gaps that can't be covered.
I soon noticed how it baited me to go the squares it wanted me to go to.
So biology , my brain may have some hope of winning.
Now AI programs everywhere are pitted against the mind.
Elon spent a billion on a machine that performed on the stock market, even got sold to many who took the advice and bolstered the profits of the predicted company making a self prophesied success a reality.
One of many other whims on the wind affecting the stock market.
Some with enough to bolster crypto then sink it whenever they chose.
No psychic powers needed when you're the one in control.
Everything is being manipulated !!! It puts the notion of insider trading to shame ! It is a Godlike power of manipulation.  So much stuff in the Molly's game movie is real. The judge describing the thieving going on in the stock market.
It's real theft !!!!
Oh I also stumbled on something that could be a cure.
I noticed that my mind rode high on good things so if I was presented with an assortment of things I could maybe divide the lot simply into good or bad stuff.
A slight distinction for some so I decided that I needed a slight buzz before I'd add it to the 'plus' box.
Nothing legal about those too, and that is another distinction.
If it becomes a real life pursuit.
I noticed how one sided my thoughts became.
A world with only good in it was how I functioned.
No depravity and people were sympathetic and consoling when reacting with other beings.
I'd heal myself first then spread it to the world.
Ideas had to be spawned before they'd be tested and adopted.
A good legacy to leave the World on !!!
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AI 'forking' with me and skull Island.....
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Posted:Feb 10, 2024 3:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2024 11:08 am 4050 Views
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I put the chess settings on max hardness and trapped AI's queen and rescuers were dispatched to help it get out. But my trap won and I still had my own queen, but then AI had knights and I soon learned that it offered forks that if you took you were dead!
AI didn't stop doing that so I guess AI has to learn to be be more adaptive.
I knew I was sunk as it knew perfectly how to trap me with those two knights, I kept rolling the game back to see what I was missing and finally I saw it, a fork that I setup to trap AI and take one of its Knights which I did. It was like lopping one of its arms off, and it was obviously wounded and suddenly was stuck.
We swapped Rooks and then all it could do was wave about the bloodied joint that used to hold on of its arms as my queen finished the job.
I was stoked ! I learned of AI's fallibility.
I watched Edward Scissor hand for a while and thought it could be a wonderful book.
Edward had no hands and it dawned on me that I was born without a heart.
Or it was a harsh upbringing fed by the disappointment that I hadn't turned out a girl!
I loved being an 'inbetween' though and had built a safe place for my "T" friends to go to whenever they liked.
I'd built a small golf course and set it up with lights and some girls liked the exercise.
Ruby was magnificently put together and her long black hair and slim toned body exuded strength.
You didn't mess with Ruby though, just the wrong glance at her would get her magnificent Goth tattood limbs set against you.
Some of the 'girls' made faces looking at Ruby from behind, that superbly tight ass locked behind her short leather dress and black webbed tights.
I wondered if she was psychic as she'd pick up on any frowns that were going on behind her by the seated girls on the sofas.
We'd shared Christmas together and they got used to the snakes.
The snakes were gentle thing to me and I adored the way they wound themselves up to enjoy the sun.
They would slither straight down into the water on the lookout for frogs.
A beautiful deadly by stealth hunting machine.
The animals had sought an acquaintanceship and soon allowed me to pet them, letting me stroke their fur.
I mimicked them in a kind of Dolittle way , and I loved the nocturnal ones too.
Edward Scissorhands loved the night sky too and he would look up to the moon and wave a goodbye to it.
Did he know about the moon?
That it was retreating and not the superb captivating giant5 it once was when the Earth was a lot younger.
It was a time when the Earth was an alive hostile place, and if you were there only one gulp of the hydrogen sulphide laden atmosphere was enough to do you in.
But if you could go back the sight of that close moon was captivating beyond belief.
I guess artists have recreated that with AI tools.
I think a 3d wallpaper of that would be perfect for my new room.
I've decided to build the perfect system to play OTYKEN's soulful music, so wouldn't a fresh wallpaper of that ancient moon complement it perfectly?
Maybe one wall with an aerial view of Skull Island 
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