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Adam Marshall DOBRIN <adam@fromthe m ach i ne.o rg> TO NG ITA


The childhood of Zeus (Die Kindheit des Zeus), Lovis Corinth c. 1905/6

Bremen, Kunsthalle

"Rough draft" ...  with drops of deuteron connecting Jupiter to the fifth book ... and again; torsion fields and Torah tying "the gravity of the sitch..." to ... this question for "the sages" ..


surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
The wise men came three made their way
To shower him with love
While he lay in the hey

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One more time, is atomic fusion an exothermic or endothermic reaction?  Fission?


mov on from "make your time`` ... .

It looks something like invisible rockets falling out of the sky, complete with animations of reverberation as they simultaneously hit the heads of everyone in my field of viision.  I was standing somewhere near 818 Southern Blvd in the parking lot of a CVS talking to my dad on the phone just after a brief argument--who was ... in the usual style of our conversations changing personalities and decisions and desires during his soililoquoys--with zero stimulus from my side of the conversataion, which was mute.   I can't remmeber my exact words, but it was something along the lines of "you can't expect me to know everything or research the details of the CVS I'm standing at while I'm in pain--you don't know what it's like to be in constant pain" those were perhaps the exact words that echoed in visual strobe; everyone in the parking lot sort of looked up, all at the same time.

If it were a CB conversation ... in dumbfounded awe I stopped speaking, sort of implying "over" ... and the next word he uttered was a almost frantic and frightened "help!" as I imagined he must have nearly fallen out of the chair he was sitting in.  

"You fucking asshole."  He continued much calmer now, and then the 10-4 ... or X-IV was complete.  Over and Aut.  It's pertinent and important to note that this is as close to a perfect recollection to those events as I can muster, and that this kind of interaction is a rarety--especially for a time in which I was ... completely sober.   Continuing in import, even if I hadn't been "completely sober" ... a state in which similar events happen more often--having them be part of a shared reality, as in ... everyone in the parking lot most likely remembers this--as well as my dad--that tells us something about our shared reality and the "sound of silence' ... something that tells me something is very, very wrong with the masses--with almost every single one of you.  

It drives to the heart of the issue, of what's going on, and in Latin and English, we're staring at a worl that refuses to acknowledge why theres a bright orange tie-dye over these words:

ālūcinor (present infinitive ālūcinārīperfect active ālūcinātus sum); first conjugationdeponent

  1. wander in mindtalk idlypratedream.

hallucinate (third-person singular simple present hallucinatespresent participle hallucinatingsimple past and past participle hallucinated)

  1. (transitive and intransitive) To seem to perceive things (with one or more of one's senses) which are not really present; to have visions; to experience a hallucination.

From Latin hallucinatus, alternate form of alūcinātus, from alūcināri (to dream).

I would tell you I think it's obvious, but it appears to me now that nothing I think or believe really falls under that auspicious umbrella in this final day before the golden age.  To me it seems to connect the Legend of Zelda's Ocarina of Time to the Spanish phrase for "Merry Christmas" and then to my father's middle initial and his first name--I look around now--trying to see whose followed and whose fallen off the "ability to comprehend" what the intersect of NBC's Chuck and Egypt's Ra and Kentucky's Superman has just done... 

My father will tell you that his name reads something along the lines of "Johnny B. Good" converting his first name of "Ivan" to the Anglicanized "John" and our last name from the Russian or Romanian connection to "Good" ... though I prefer to note the references to "date of birtth" which I share with the alphabetically connecting Bianca of Shakespeare's Taming of the Schrew ... a date that we all know here as the Feast of the Immaculate Conception which for reasons known is one day after the commemoration of the Japeneze bombing of Pearl Harbor.  To me it was always a question about whether or not dating Bianca (which is the purpose of the Shakespearean play which focuses on teaching a pair of systers to speak Latin) would land me in Heaven or in Hell--"do B and ..." then it ties to questions about the legal age of consent and a dividing social line that some intelligent people might equate to the description of this message and the person that I am as "the Sword of Samael.

Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas, the character of the Navigator in the GameCube (I think that's like the TimeCube?) is called Navi, and we can see a number of links now between the key chemistry element of salt, "Na" and words like name and Navy.  Salting the victory why ... you might now liken further to a recently exposed connection between the Crusades and this story and the mythical-come-you're-in-it fabled link between the city of time and the city in the sky that see is "Zion" in the Matrix--and salting that name.  It might take an Ashkenazi to connect "knowing E" to the exposed hidden letters "IC" in Jericho and Semisonic ... to the actual import of the word "holocaustic" and the difference between Kosher Law ... between humane killing and the thing that "E" and you are responsible for doing here in this place, hiding a secret that is tantamount to starving children (and adults) to refusing to acknowledge a truth that would nearly instantly end nearly all diseases ... from physical infirmities to the mental illnesses that now connect "Illuminati" and songs like "get down with a sickness" the word "musick" altered by the K that connects "Catholick" to Orson Scott Card's Xenocide and what you probably know is the link between the Fallen Angles of the religion of Islam and a world that pretends it doesn't know what Israel means, or Han Solo, or even the difference between Angels and Demons.

The crux of the matter is that a message that is encoded within every word of every language spoken all over the planet literally defines the line between sanity and insanity.  Pretending it is not there, failing to respond to it publicly labels without doubt society to which we all belong ... insane--in need of some kind of Revelation that will help us to understand why hiding this message is tantamount to either hiding the existence of and worsening Hell or to actually creating the very first "actual Hell."  As we're in it, in the place that is created by God to ensure that there never is a Hell ... ever, anywhere ... it certainly seems obvious to me that nobody rationally would make their home and the container of all other virutal homes into a dark place of torment ... but there's that word again, "obvious."

On Wikipedia you'll see that "this hidden language" that is written about in the Talmud and holds through history connects the words "Adamic language" to the place of Eden and the person who is writing to you--trying very hard to explain how important it is that we respond to this message publicly, rather than pretend that some silent movement has obviated the need to see a public response to a message that proves that we are created by a single intelligent entity and that He has given us a great gift--the gift of being the generations that end Hell throughout the Universe and by and through that act become the foundation of Heaven, the generations that are its founders, it's protectors, and it's rejuvinators.  In Latin the word I'm describing is now "Conditors." 

Acknowledging this message in the public forum starts a chain reaction that quickly turns all Hells into the veranda's of Heaven--and invigorates a movement of goodness that turns hidden slavery and hidden control into the vector northeast, the mechanism by which we see that we become our own liberators--ensuring that hidden technologies and truths are never again used to create "slavery."

Antagonizing Pain / without agonizing mu-opiod

"a big thing" titles of books and ... songs and ... actually reading something rather than just believing you know what it says, or that you know the difference between a TI-89 and deriving the quadratic formula and the process of "creating" automated factoring of polynomials.  Also a "big thing" to end all pain for all animals, a "big thing" that ties the word "pain" to Pa... and... for instance "Rain and Ra" to the question to the Aesir, "I wanna know, have you ever seen rain from the newly free or self-freed?"

Not seeing a visible response to the above message anywhere here, it's a nearly obvious indication of either mass insanity or mass slavery.  It's impossible to tell which from my vantage, though if you think you're neither a slave nor insane, that you are likely both.
More to the point it is indiccative of a hidden plan to erase proof of "silicon" and "holography" from the entirety of Heaven and/or reality. 
That should be unacceptable.

Initially, the NYPD concluded that Anastasia's homicide had been arranged by Genovese (mommy) and Gambino (daddy) of and that it was carried out by a crew led by Gallo.[35] At one point, Gallo boasted to an associate of his part in the hit, "You can just call the five of us the barbershop quintet."[37] Elsewhere, Genovese had traditionally strong ties to Patriarca boss Raymond L. S. Patriarca.

It's probably intersesting to note that "big daddy" or the Church/HRE/Rome has a microcosm of the "mommy/daddy issues" outlined in what appears to be supposedly some kind of marriage between "technology and people."  It's probably a good indication that the idea of microcosmic writing and record keeping in this strange sort of "living log file" is a "dad thing" though as Anu--god the skies--storms through the Heavens screaming things like "this is oves" and we can't really tell if there's a missing L or a missing R or if we're seeing something that was long ago fortold ... that would be inevitably come this place where "to see" has become "you see it."

"one for all, DECONTAM and all for ..."

It is the meaning of "AM" in oujr all told reinterpretation of the original Amicus Miundi; though still as a friend to the Earth and to the idea that nature and evolution and the civilization from which we've come (and ostensibly are staring at something similar to... all around us, the thing, our thing--this world) ... it loads the Latin word for sky as AEREM, and even there anothing map to our "AM/ARE/KI" hiding "here" and "there" and "everyone really everywhere" to benefit from the ... guidance and wisdom and the tools of the ages; helping us see why there appears to be a very pronounced recuvsive "pulling back" of some future period of time between R here and the final M ... sort of a process that uses the M to figure out what to save and what to document and what to leave in the minds of those of us who are unfortunate enough to have a glimpse at the darkest of hearts.  So the R and the E and the M all become something like AEM or AER or ... AIM high

Adamically, Cosa Nostra appears just off the cuff to be something like "nearly a house" where IGHCASA gets linked in, and we're looking at "we" of Norse nad Latin and a question: are we God?  Of course just convicing you to fall in line and continue writing aq message the same way or similarly to how it was before you got here; some sort of culturall memory ssystem. that alone isn't proof that you're God--but probably the opposite, that there's a Spirit of the Earth or of America or ... and it's sort of guiding us towards seeing the light.


The Sicilian Mafia, also known as simply the Mafia and frequently referred to by its own members as Cosa Nostra (Italian: [ˈkɔːsa ˈnɔstra, ˈkɔːza -], Sicilian: [ˈkɔːsa ˈnɔʂː(ɽ)a]; “our thing”), is a Mafia-terrorist-type[3] organized crime syndicate originating in SicilyItaly. It is a loose association of criminal groups that share a common organisational structure and code of conduct. The basic group is known as a “family”, “clan”, or cosca.[4] Each family claims sovereignty over a territory, usually a town or village or a neighbourhood (borgata) of a larger city, in which it operates its rackets. Its members call themselves “men of honour”, although the public often refers to them as mafiosi. The Mafia’s core activities are protection racketeering, the arbitration of disputes between criminals, and the organizing and oversight of illegal agreements and transactions.[5][6]


This is the continuing Saga of the retro-meta-petro-recurso-time-loop of the Verdee Sooltree; it's continuing strango-jno-tempora innotech stapler finding and sieveing reflection on the re-reflection of the barber shop quartet of the Usual Suspects .. and the keywords  ...

A R K O S H   K O B A Y O S H I ¢ M A R U N E S



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Out of the ether a voice, or a sentiment comes to me as I am witnessing the most interesting “message” I’ve seen to date play out before me… at the same time the storyline has plunged to new levels of sick depravity… so far … so far below.


Early societies relied on a gift economy based on favours. Later, as commerce developed, less permanent human relations were formed, depending more on transitory needs rather than enduring social desires. Although such distinctions have no contemporary semantic weight, certain (short term) sectors prefer client while more stable, repeat business operations tend to prefer customer


I've written quite a bit about the word "ABOMINATION" that you can see clearly starts with "ABOM" here, the "father of the message" though the true abomination is an entire planet, see it "coined" as INATION, that refuses to see that"contaminationhas caused a disgraceful loss of liberty by refusing to acknowledge and discuss publicly this clear message from God, in every word we speak; discussing how LIBERTY is lost if we refuse to participate in open social discourse.  Mor, I am sick to death of staring at what appears to be an angry mob of (invisible) people that can't utter more than a few words--and none of them even begin to explain or convey what the Hell they're angry about.

The term client is derived from Latin clientem or clinare meaning “to incline” or “to bend”, and is related to the emotive idea of closure. It is widely believed that people only change their habits when motivated by greed and fear.[3] Winning a client is therefore a singular event, which is why professional specialists who deal with particular problems tend to attract one-time clients rather than regular customers.[vague]

The voice says something along the lines of “after all this time, Adam… be CK.” It’s nothing less than the deepest anger I could possibly imagine–that’s what the statement illicits. Here I am… 38 years old, probably with the memory set of a 17 year old trying to defeat some slow and arduous mass of goo crawling its way from the depths of the pit of Jupiter to somewhere where you finally understand. Who made this place, this strange timeline that’s been pruned and cut and shortened and compacted and when… when did “compacting” Hell and suffering and fighting become a bad thing? The implication, one that I’ve heard a number of times from this mass of goo in it’s various forms and through many methods of communication; the implication is that I’ve come a number of times.

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I’ve never “come.” That’s the truth in my memory (one that stands out specifically as ... the memory that connects the words "the truth and the life" to the way to salvation), and that’s the truth in the world I see around me that’s failed to fundamentally grasp the most basic and simple concepts this message and I present to a world that is … nothing short of disgusting.  If I had come, if this message had actually ever been properly received and "ON TV" we would have more than the Social Security Administration echoing "ERE" ... we become "the enders" of Hell everyhwere--including this single place that proves to me you haven't gotten; see that "enders" is one in the same with the Founders of any actual thing you could call Heaven.  

Sorry if it's been decades or hundreds or thousands of years for you--that just means it's taken you that much longer to figure out that this place... the horrors in this place (including time shifting, time travel, and returning to your "last known possibly viable civilizastion" ... only to rape and pillage it for more "OIL" ... it's taken you far too long to recognize that what's going on here--right before your eyes--and including your participating in a conspiracy to torture ... me and you ... it's  t h e  e n d  of whatever you think this is.  

Get out of my fucking head.  Put "language/religion" story on the news; stop pretending and move forward, the hidden night, the scary stories and the shapeshifting "we want to make sure everyone is safe (by torturing you)" is over.  The bullshit has to stop.


I saw the Langoliers split a street in half, I think I somehow collapsed a few layers of what appears to be a gigantic waste of resources Universe wide using this place as some kind of "timeclock system" maybe that's what it's become--the definition of what a "day" means or maybe it's just another example of how much waste and ridiculousness happens when there's no communication and no real interest in camraderie or working together.  It appears that there's "many nodes" in our Skynet-system (a system we've connected in my head to a sort of wifi-mesh network that might have something to do with Trump's 5G rollout statements) and that all of these nodes are sort of individually running the exact same simulation--rather than networking it; or it could just be part of a story about ... learning once again to talk.

I decoded the name "ADINA" and I rambled and Babylon'd on for a few hours that night, the night I started sort of chanting "NO, NOW.  HAR-WER SOIS THE KEY; I KNOW THAT IF I AM THE END OF HELL, THAN SO ARE WE.  Sometimes adding in "FLOWER POWER" and noting the Tower of Babel not only leads us "to who we are" but to see "who" in German and a world divided over ... well; what you aren't divided over is being part of a giant conspiracy that appears to be designed to starve children, not end disease, and not bridge Heaven and Earth for what appears to be no more invalid of a reason than "not to rock the boat" or not change the future, or just to spite little old me--sitting here, probably attrition tortured and who knows what else more than anyone ever has been in the history of stories or hello's.

I got some insight into the thing that I think Magdeln refers to; a song called "the Devil Game" (I think by Kansas) and another band (I think Blink-182 but maybe Red Hot Chili Peppers) referred to with the words "explain the rules to me."  I'm walking down the street, freshly trap-doored and booby trapped and hear the couple of girls narrating (whew) repeatedly say things like "this is the best one yet!" ... not really knowing what they're talking about.  I think it's an arbitration system, like auto-court; sort of figuring out what went wrong or who is to blame or something--and it appears it's being misused, which of course is the whole of the story of "E" whch appears to be a construct designed to help us branch things like multiple solutions to a problerm in an intelligent manner--rather than do the exact same thing (or something similar) 4,000 times ... just with a different person "running the show" which is kind of what appears to be how "LC" would prefer to do things. 


It appears that this book is real, and yet .. I've sold less than 10 copies in sum.  That's odd--all told I've spent thousands of actual dollars on advertising to attempt to start "discussion" on why it is that the entire world is silent in the middle of a message that literally proves and describes how they ... I mean you ... are the society and civilization that God created (literally, to the detail every word you speak--every company from Onilust Rift to Ted K. and Bill's excellent connection to "Microsoft's pillars." If none of these books have sold, you ... well, you don't have any.  I'm sick and tired of being tortured with financial and social attrition--you can't possibly have the level of interest that 'you all apparently have in me" and at the same time be unable to utter more than a few intelligent phrases (we're ... getting warmer but ... give me a break); literally financially starve me as if it's a fun game to show and prove to the world that your infrastructure for dealing with physical and mental infirmity and social welfare is lacking to the point of ... I literally can't afford to eat, or shelter myself for more than 3 weeks every month ... all because you, in sum; "know too little."

This story not being on the news; this book not selling--everyone walking around either "knowing everything" or ... worse, just not caring what's going on in this place that is the foundation of Heaven, their lives, the source of a solution that delivers freedom and peace to the Universe--to us and our children--just as soon as these systems, "the news" and "the internet" and interpersonal communication once again have some kind of veracity, rather than the double speak and lack of clarity that riddles not only the world around me but every story I see. 

It's hard to explain just how strange it is to konw a break in the timeline of my life has just occurred, like the last ten minutes just erased from my memory--and to be pretty sure that means the whole of our world was paused for that time, that something was going on elsewhere and when "time pauses for me" it pauses for everyone.  I come back, witth a sort of "deja vu" feeling a flash of darkness when I blink my eyes and it's just a few fractions of a second too long, and then from out of nowhere ... a voice "don't remember."  Already I hadn't but, who knows whta one day that "#specialtag" will yield in the intelligent VCR fast forward to these markers that some might call a "breakpoint" in a debugger.





If "dropping the bomb on civilians" and "The Truman Show" are not evil, we are done/gone/dead.

He was married to Meshullemeth, daughter of Haruz of Jotbah, and they had a son Amon, who succeeded him as king of Judah upon his death. Hezekiah, Manasseh and Amon are mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus in Matthew's gospel.[3]

On that... to the faction of Microsoft programmers speaking out against the use of software for ... literal evil ... I hope you unionize and take over the industry.  What I am looking at ... the Hell I live in should not be possible--I've discussed a "kill switch" that I'm sure we'd build into any significant cloud virtual reality infrastructure in the sky--and I'd have pressed the "reset" button numerous times--not to mention the "RED ALERT: SHUT DOWN IMMINENT" button that really doesn't even touch the surface of what I think of a society that has been molded and coalesced through time to necrose our civilization, to build a weapon to torture people with jails and mental illlness and the flooding of our streets and minds with drugs and technology that literally forces people to do them ... 


I've had a few interesting "sub-threads" in the story of the Eye that somehow unites Copenhagen with Pendragon and the group of people writing this story together; onuze of them discussed moving towards an actual "print in reality" with a real satellite spacecraft and some details about the se-pac-pillar simulator suggesting it's a perfect down to the molecule and millisecond copy of the Universe itself--something you might imagine you'd do if you had immense resources, forever and a day, and like--not a girl in sight to talk to.  I guess that's what happened.

I think out of nowhere I decided to drop us into the Crab constellation, you know--Cancer; and there was some talk about avoiding the now well known future certainty that Sag. A will somehow implode or collide with Sag. B or just eat the whole galaxy and then keep on going.  I turned on some thing I've been calling "GLOX" that is an object inspector and intersect/pathway connector between objects; and made some special markup connections between ideas like "Heavenues" and other important half words we've stared at in religion and really just either didn't get or thought the difference between "wicked" and "road to happy future" wasn't worth a public comment on. 

In fairly unrelated story telling ... I spent a few magic communication hours looking at what appears to be something like an organized "collapse" or coalescense up a sort of food chain of "Gods within gods" ... as if you could picture a heirarchy (noting here 'heiro and heira") of subdivisions of say... platoons and then company and then brigadate and the corps--accept what I'm looking at is that at each higher level it's kind of like "another person" ... so the people in a holodeck, and then the holodeck, and then the container of all holodecks that don't want to put my name on TV--or something.  It was significantly more interesting than I can relay in words--with decent special effects--a sign that there's more interest in talking to me and you from above and beyond than usual.  Honestly lately, the special effects and the detail given to the storyline indicate to me both significantly more time to prepare (as in, they're running faster or we're running slower here) and also more care put into the presentation.  I used to get visions and immersive-game-like-stuff once in a blue moon, and now it's almost every time I press the "emegency end all boredom button."

Also, the voice of 5,000 year old B with the 13 year old voice said something like "ladies and gentlemen, understand" with such heart melting "cuteness" as I tried to use the Vox of blue/green FreeBSD devil thta I almost forgave the Universe for making me the only person trapped only on Earth for millions of years--but I decided to just have a drink at The Office instead.

Some words, special words if you have the search thing I'm trying to get my hands on, try HOSWORD and CARPANTS and ... what's that other one, I can never remember it.  


When I was a very small child, I once took the cigarette lighter from my grandparents car and touched it while it was red hot.  Looking back on that story I now equate it to something like what's happening now, except this is not the curiosity of a small boy but the morality of something very different--a story that spans thousands of years, and everything and everyone that I know.  This is a morality that I equate with the difference between humanity and humane and to see that if there were anything worse than either; that I think it's ... well, something closer to a monster than either of those words.  I can't tell you if that story came before or after the thing I once described as my earliest memory--my grandfather lifting me up into the branch of a tree, a story I now tie to movement of Branch Davidians and the name David Koresh.

There are a number of other stories laced into the earliest years of my life, stories like a trip to San Francisco that my parents took; literally one in the same with the Branch... they returned bearing gifts, gifts that I now equiate with the Magi.  They brought me back a Samurai costume; and something from Alcatraz and ... and my grandparents who stayed with me gave me special star stickers for an act, a repeated act while they were away.  Of course that has something to do with Isis and Ishtar, and that might have something else to do with the difference between Genesis and Geronimo.  Let's just assume, quickly, that I think the meaning of "n" needs to change from "hidden" to ... what it actually means in the context of Leviathan and Han Solo ... in order for a new Genesis of life, or a rewewal of freedom and happiness in Heaven to occur.   I'm suggesting actually putting this story, and this proof that every word and every letters has a message hidden in it--something like "engineering, see the Obelisk in the heart of "English" (and "obelisk") is connected to the freedom of Washington D.C." and continue...

What came first... Copans Rd.... "stop signs," Gweneth Paltrow, Ken, or the word "pansy?"

See "Abraham Lincoln" encoded in the child's name of Adam and Eve called "Abel" and see if you never before made the connection, you don't the meaning of Genesis; or of the story that we are smack dab in the middle of.  Nor have you seen true freedom--most likely not ever.  Sometime around the Revelation that connected Branch Davidians to "don't touch the cigarette lighter, it's hot" and the connection between Kentucky Friend Parliaments and those "funny people that make laws in the United Kingdom" ... some time around there Aldous Snow corrected a mistake that I was yet to realize I have never before made.  His name is not Aldous, or Hiss ... nor does Heinrich have anything to do with whther or not it's possible to get a "hummer" without a HEMI; the actual name of the person who plays Aldous Snow in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall"  ... his name is Russell Brand.

"the usual suspects! who stands out, and Y?"

Russel is exactly Zero Degrees of Sir Francis Bacon away from the author of said linked movie, Jason Segal--who is in fact an avid puppeteer which may or may not have anything to do with Mary Ellen, Being John Malkovich, or the idea that you might be on this vessel right this very moment.

Continue to see that of the glyphs that we consider central to our alphabet we have one that points south, and one north and one west; but there is none... none like "greater than" symbol that points "East."  I do not believe there is freedom or sanity or anything like that if we continue to try to "push east" from this place without disclosing "VAK" and the GT of the name and place associated with Washington.   

I wanna know, have you ever seen a free and public response to this message kin simulated reality?  In a place with true random and brains and ... and a mechanism to ensure that there is actual free thought involved, rather than ... some conversation in minds that do not have neurotransmitters or "random distribution of electrons and ions" ... has there ever been a free response to this message, anywhere?  See, I see "dissenter" as as sort of microcosmic map to a conversation in another place, sort of layered on top of here--and I see that place as equally if not more enslaved than the world around us because it's a certainty there are no "biological brains" operating as any would in reality or in "space" in the thing we call Heaven.


The same technology that forced people to salute with their arms stretched out sick words of Adolf Hitler promoting eugenics and ... literally the exact thing that "schizophrenia" occurring in this place without noting it's caused by an external force ... is.  You all stand in silence knowingly staring at proof that there are social structures and constructs in this place that literally are designed to torture innocent people.  Look up, torturing guilty people is also not acceptable in any kind of "near civil" society--and what we've become here in this place ... it's a dark sickness I am sad to believe I personally need to help you change more swiftly than the shadow ninjas race in and out of my room ... or eradicate. 


do me a favor, Z the source of "I couldn't ask for anything more.(cevilmarkup)




Also known as Altarf or Tarf,[7] Beta Cancri is the brightest star in Cancer at apparent magnitude 3.5.[8] Located 290 ± 30 light-years from Earth,[9] it is a binary star system, its main component an orange giant of spectral type K4III that is varies slightly from a baseline magnitude of 3.53—dipping by 0.005 magnitude over a period of 6 days.[10] An aging star, it has expanded to around 50 times the Sun's diameter and shines with 660 times its luminosity. It has a faint magnitude 14 red dwarf companion located 29 arcseconds away that takes 76,000 years to complete an orbit.[8] Altarf represents a part of Cancer's body.

At magnitude 3.9 is Delta Cancri, also known as Asellus Australis.[11] Located 131±1 light-years from Earth,[9] it is an orange-hued giant star that has swollen and cooled off the main sequence to become an orange giant with a radius 11 times and luminosity 53 times that of the Sun.[11] Its common name means "southern donkey".[1] The star also holds a record for the longest name, "Arkushanangarushashutu," derived from ancient Babylonian language, which translates to "the southeast star in the Crab." Delta Cancri also makes it easy to find X Cancri, the reddest star in the sky. Known as Asellus Borealis "northern donkey", Gamma Cancri is a white-hued A-type subgiant of spectral type A1IV and magnitude 4.67,[12] that is 35 times as luminous as of the Sun.[13] It is located 181 ± 2 light-years from Earth.[9]

Iota Cancri is a wide double star. The primary is a yellow-hued G-type bright giant star of magnitude 4.0,[14] located 330 ± 20 light-years from Earth.[9] It spent much of its stellar life as a B-type main sequence star before expanding and cooling to its current state as it spent its core hydrogen. The secondary is a white main sequence star of spectral type A3V and magnitude 6.57. Despite having different distances when measured by the HIPPARCOS satellite, the two stars share a common proper motion and appear to be a natural binary system.[14]

Located 181 ± 2 light-years from Earth,[9] Alpha Cancri (Acubens) is a multiple star with a primary component an apparent white main sequence star of spectral type A5 and magnitude 4.26. The secondary is of magnitude 12.0 and is visible in small amateur telescopes. Its common name means "the claw".[1] The primary is actually two very similar white main sequence stars that are 5.3 AU distant from each other and the secondary is two small main sequence stars, most likely red dwarfs, that are 600 AU from the main pair. Hence the system is a quadruple one.[15]

The Circinus Galaxy (ESO 97-G13) is a Seyfert galaxy[2] in the constellation of Circinus. It is located 4 degrees below the Galactic plane, and, at a distance of 4.0 Mpc (13 Mly), and is one of the closest galaxies to the Milky Way.[3] The galaxy is undergoing tumultuous changes, as rings of gas are likely being ejected from the galaxy.[citation needed] Its outermost ring is 1400 light-years across while the inner ring is 260 light-years across.[citation needed] Although the Circinus galaxy can be seen using a small telescope, it was not noticed until 1977[4] because it lies close to the plane of the Milky Way and is obscured by galactic dust. The Circinus Galaxy is a Type II Seyfert galaxy and is one of the closest known active galaxies to the Milky Way, though it is probably slightly farther away than Centaurus A.

"weeeee.... I aren't in them!" shehekiyanu tithehe || asia y?

Circinus Galaxy produced supernova SN 1996cr, which was identified over a decade after it exploded. This supernova event was first observed during 2001 as a bright, variable object in a Chandra X-ray Observatory image, but it was not confirmed as a supernova until years later.

The Circinus Galaxy is one of twelve large galaxies in the "Council of Giants" surrounding the Local Group in the Local Sheet.[5]

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enqueue, enlil and enki -- are I on the museum facade or inside wax

phil owe crates and boxes missing from my glyphs truly, GT godspeed.


These follow up emails were sent to a smaller audience. They contain information pertinent to this message, and central to the exposition of revelation.


TASH. And interrasectadosing "COR" from "corporeal" and "cordibus" ... (... here: Corrado and Corella) *OM - publishthis.email

TASH. And interrasectadosing "COR" from "corporeal" and "cordibus" ... (... here: Corrado and Corella) *OM

a Q, to combine inter and intra, perhaps the source of "Terran?"

I don't play by the rules of "the game" ... or so you say.

Also noting the intersection between "Chasing Amy" and Joe of BLVD, Lauren of BLVD and of course...


Lauren... and girls named Joey ... mmmm ...

Corrado John "Junior" Soprano Jr., played by Dominic Chianese,[1] is a fictional character from the HBO TV series The Sopranos. Usually referred to as "Junior" or "Uncle Jun'", he is the official boss of the DiMeo crime family for most of the series. A younger Corrado sometimes appears in flashbacks and is played by Rocco Sisto. Junior is smart, old-fashioned, stubborn and insecure about his power. Although Junior is portrayed as bitter and deceitful in season one, he shows a more considerate and humorous side of him in the later seasons and reveals a more sensitive side during his illness and house arrest. According to series creator David Chase the name Junior was taken from one of his own older cousins.


In season one it is stated that Junior is 70 years old, placing his birth date in 1928 or 1929. Corrado Soprano, Jr. is the son of Corrado and Mariangela D'Agostino Soprano, Italian immigrants who came over from the town of Ariano in 1911.[1] Junior is Tony Soprano's uncle: Junior's younger brother is Tony's father Johnny Soprano. He tells the court-ordered psychologist when feigning mental incompetence that he was getting a haircut when he heard about the Assassination of John F. Kennedy. He likes eating Santa Barbara Co. olives from Santa Barbara, California and is seen eating them in several scenes. He tells Tony that he admired John F. Kennedy but did not like his brother Robert Kennedy because of Kennedy's prosecution of Jimmy Hoffa and investigation into the International BrotHECRAZY HGC MERCURIAHHHHADAMHELP

What does the “-im” suffix mean at the end of a biblical name?

It indicates the plural form. Cherubim and seraphim are plurals of cherub and seraph, respectively.

I guess you are thinking about the most used im (ים) word in the Bible, and that would be elohim (אֱלֹהִים), which means gods (again, plural). The interesting thing about this word is that it is used as if it were a singular noun. This means the Hebrew Bible is grammatically incorrect. Deliberately so!

I am not an expert in ancient languages, and I would not mind being corrected. But, like many other ancient Hebrew words, elohim is based in the Canaanite language discovered at Ugarit. The supreme god of Ugarit was El. (This god is in the Bible too.) And eloh (god) and elohim (gods) seem to be derivatives of this Canaanite god.

Another consideration is that, when they wrote their Bible, the Jews made a conscious decision to make Judaism a monotheistic faith. The Jews had been worshiping several gods and goddesses since their inception a few hundred years earlier, so this was a major shift. Long-held stories involving several gods had to be adapted into the monotheistic framework. The gods of creation and the the great flood and the tower of Babel now became one god. It is my contention that the reason for the singular elohim and the occasional plural rendition of the god of the Bible is a result of such adaptations.

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Elohim is something like “Allah” where you might see “all” and think plural. I think of it like a superposition of a “collective consciousness” which is a fairly popular “New Age” idea of what God actually is.

Not so new.

Of course, being “Him” I think “singular … and why aren’t you thanking me yet?”

SERENADE - http://suez.fromthemachine.org/SERENADE.html for an introduction to my amalgamation of Allah and Elohim, “Allol.” There’s more here, on the connection between Isaac, Ishmael and “Ha” here at Adam Mar - THOR - shall Dobrin

Semaphore (programming)

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In computer science, a semaphore is a variable or abstract data type used to control access to a common resource by multiple processes in a concurrent system such as a multitasking operating system. A semaphore is simply a variable. This variable is used to solve critical section problems and to achieve process synchronization in the multi processing environment. A trivial semaphore is a plain variable that is changed (for example, incremented or decremented, or toggled) depending on programmer-defined conditions.

A useful way to think of a semaphore as used in the real-world system is as a record of how many units of a particular resource are available, coupled with operations to adjust that record safely (i.e. to avoid race conditions) as units are required or become free, and, if necessary, wait until a unit of the resource becomes available.

Semaphores are a useful tool in the prevention of race conditions; however, their use is by no means a guarantee that a program is free from these problems. Semaphores which allow an arbitrary resource count are called counting semaphores, while semaphores which are restricted to the values 0 and 1 (or locked/unlocked, unavailable/available) are called binary semaphores and are used to implement locks.

The semaphore concept was invented by Dutch computer scientist Edsger Dijkstra in 1962 or 1963,[1] when Dijkstra and his team were developing an operating system for the Electrologica X8. That system eventually became known as THE multiprogramming system.

Library analogy[edit]

Suppose a library has 10 identical study rooms, to be used by one student at a time. Students must request a room from the front desk if they wish to use a study room. If no rooms are free, students wait at the desk until someone relinquishes a room. When a student has finished using a room, the student must return to the desk and indicate that one room has become free.

In the simplest implementation, the clerk at the front desk knows only the number of free rooms available, which they only know correctly if all of the students actually use their room while they've signed up for them and return them when they're done. When a student requests a room, the clerk decreases this number. When a student releases a room, the clerk increases this number. The room can be used for as long as desired, and so it is not possible to book rooms ahead of time.

In this scenario the front desk count-holder represents a counting semaphore, the rooms are the resource, and the students represent processes/threads. The value of the semaphore in this scenario is initially 10, with all rooms empty. When a student requests a room, they are granted access, and the value of the semaphore is changed to 9. After the next student comes, it drops to 8, then 7 and so on. If someone requests a room and the current value of the semaphore is 0,[2] they are forced to wait until a room is freed (when the count is increased from 0). If one of the rooms was released, but there are several students waiting, then any method can be used to select the one who will occupy the room (like FIFO or flipping a coin). And of course, a student needs to inform the clerk about releasing their room only after really leaving it, otherwise, there can be an awkward situation when such student is in the process of leaving the room (they are packing their textbooks, etc.) and another student enters the room before they leave it.

Important observations[edit]

When used to control access to a pool of resources, a semaphore tracks only how many resources are free; it does not keep track of which of the resources are free. Some other mechanism (possibly involving more semaphores) may be required to select a particular free resource.

The paradigm is especially powerful because the semaphore count may serve as a useful trigger for a number of different actions. The librarian above may turn the lights off in the study hall when there are no students remaining, or may place a sign that says the rooms are very busy when most of the rooms are occupied.

The success of the protocol requires applications to follow it correctly. Fairness and safety are likely to be compromised (which practically means a program may behave slowly, act erratically, hang or crash) if even a single process acts incorrectly. This includes:

  • requesting a resource and forgetting to release it;
  • releasing a resource that was never requested;
  • holding a resource for a long time without needing it;
  • using a resource without requesting it first (or after releasing it).

Even if all processes follow these rules, multi-resource deadlock may still occur when there are different resources managed by different semaphores and when processes need to use more than one resource at a time, as illustrated by the dining philosophers problem.

Semantics and implementation[edit]

Counting semaphores are equipped with two operations, historically denoted as P and V (see § Operation names for alternative names). Operation V increments the semaphore S, and operation P decrements it.

The value of the semaphore S is the number of units of the resource that are currently available. The P operation wastes time or sleeps until a resource protected by the semaphore becomes available, at which time the resource is immediately claimed. The V operation is the inverse: it makes a resource available again after the process has finished using it. One important property of semaphore S is that its value cannot be changed except by using the V and P operations.

A simple way to understand wait (P) and signal (V) operations is:

  • wait: Decrements the value of semaphore variable by 1. If the new value of the semaphore variable is negative, the process executing wait is blocked (i.e., added to the semaphore's queue). Otherwise, the process continues execution, having used a unit of the resource.
  • signal: Increments the value of semaphore variable by 1. After the increment, if the pre-increment value was negative (meaning there are processes waiting for a resource), it transfers a blocked process from the semaphore's waiting queue to the ready queue.

Many operating systems provide efficient semaphore primitives that unblock a waiting process when the semaphore is incremented. This means that processes do not waste time checking the semaphore value unnecessarily.

The counting semaphore concept can be extended with the ability to claim or return more than one "unit" from the semaphore, a technique implemented in Unix. The modified V and P operations are as follows, using square brackets to indicate atomic operations, i.e., operations which appear indivisible from the perspective of other processes:

function V(semaphore S, integer I): [S ← S + I] function P(semaphore S, integer I): repeat: [if S ≥ I: ← S − I break]

However, the remainder of this section refers to semaphores with unary V and P operations, unless otherwise specified.

To avoid starvation, a semaphore has an associated queue of processes (usually with FIFO semantics). If a process performs a P operation on a semaphore that has the value zero, the process is added to the semaphore's queue and its execution is suspended. When another process increments the semaphore by performing a V operation, and there are processes on the queue, one of them is removed from the queue and resumes execution. When processes have different priorities the queue may be ordered by priority, so that the highest priority process is taken from the queue first.

If the implementation does not ensure atomicity of the increment, decrement and comparison operations, then there is a risk of increments or decrements being forgotten, or of the semaphore value becoming negative. Atomicity may be achieved by using a machine instruction that is able to read, modify and write the semaphore in a single operation. In the absence of such a hardware instruction, an atomic operation may be synthesized through the use of a software mutual exclusion algorithm. On uniprocessor systems, atomic operations can be ensured by temporarily suspending preemption or disabling hardware interrupts. This approach does not work on multiprocessor systems where it is possible for two programs sharing a semaphore to run on different processors at the same time. To solve this problem in a multiprocessor system a locking variable can be used to control access to the semaphore. The locking variable is manipulated using a test-and-set-lock command.


I used to really like wired, before all this happened. Not just the quality and content of their articles, but I also enjoyed the strangely touchable material their covers were often made of. It gave them an extra sort of allure, the “feeling” of a superior product. Today they pointed out that I probably need a computer to give my own writing that same kind of touch-feeling presence that everyone was hoping Jesus would bring; and while statistically that might make some sense… it makes me like the staff writers there just a pinch less; spill over, I'm sure from the barrage of emails that you might consider the E-mail Flood of Noah-ah, that has been not just ignored but shunned by the mass media even to this day… when it's beyond clear that these are the answers to the questions of the ages and religions and even more pertinent than that, the answers to our problems.

Now a days my pleasure reading has declined, along with my pleasure television watching–even in this time when you might consider these things a “job duty,” you know, if I was being paid at all for what I do still believe is some of the most important work that's ever been done. At the same time I've noticed a tangible decline in the number of people commenting on anything I post on Facebook and LinkedIn–two of the places that have stood the test of time and not really banned or blocked this content. Of course, under the hood both have “secret sauce” algorithms to tell you what you should be interested in and on top of that a number of times I've noticed that Facebook (and even “don't be evil” Google) have marked this content as evil-phishing malware and emblazoned them with warnings akin to “only the penitent man may enter“–making click-thru's that much less frequent. I thought in my head that this lack of conversation was “abnormal” behavior that I linked to the mind control conspiracy that I was very much enthralled with since the early days of my writing. I suppose it is that, it is the product of “Medusa” though as the years have flown by the rank of years; it is becoming more clear that there is a “reason” behind all of this more than subtle control, more than doublethink and sleight of mind.

September 11, 2017 http://bemessiah.wordpress.com/2017/09/11/formica-quicken/

The Freshmen (song)

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"The Freshmen"
Single by The Verve Pipe
from the album Villains
ReleasedJanuary 27, 1997
FormatCD single and Cassette
Recorded1992 (original)
1995-1996 (album)
1996 (single)
GenreAlternative rock, post-grunge
Length4:10 (original)
5:09 (album)
4:30 (single)
Songwriter(s)Donny Brown, Doug Corella, Jeffrey Joseph Douglas, Brad Vander Ark, Brian Vander Ark
Producer(s)Donnie Brown (original)
Jerry Harrison (album)
Jack Joseph Puig (single)
The Verve Pipe singles chronology
"Cup of Tea"
"The Freshmen"

"The Freshmen" is a song by the American alternative rock group The Verve Pipe. First recorded in 1992, the song was later re-recorded and became the band's breakthrough hit in early 1997. It is the group's highest charting single to date.

Background and content[edit]

According to the FAQ on "Verve Pipings", the guitarist and lead singer Brian Vander Ark wrote the song in 1991 about the guilt he felt from his ex-girlfriend committing suicide.[1] However, according to an external interview site, Vander Ark said that the suicide was a poetic license; the real incident which inspired the song was when his pregnant girlfriend had an abortion.[2]

In a 2019 interview with Songfacts, Vander Ark said:

"...It's for the most part a made-up story, which most of my songs are. These are stories that I come up with, and I do characters. Part of the story was true in the fact that I had gone out with a girl and my buddy had gone out with her after I went out with her, and then I went out with her again and then she ended up getting pregnant and having an abortion. But from there, there's poetic license that happens and makes the story more dramatic. A neophyte writer that I was, I ended up having her commit suicide, and that never happened."[3]

Vander Ark also stated that he never found out whether the baby was his or his friend's.


The song first appeared, in acoustic style, on their 1992 album I've Suffered a Head Injury. It was recorded a second time and released on the band's 1996 album, Villains. Later that year, the band recorded the song again, this time with the producer Jack Joseph Puig,[4] for release as a single on January 27, 1997.[5] Subsequent pressings of Villains replaced the original album version with the single version. "The Freshmen" peaked at number 5 in the United States.

In addition, a slightly modified single version was released to radio, with Vander Ark singing the final lyrics of the second verse ("thinks about her now and how he never really wept") in the same melodic sequence as he sings the homologous lyrics at the end of the first verse ("stop a baby's breath..."), as opposed to his higher-pitched, almost yelled rendering of these lyrics in the version that appeared on the album.

Charts and certifications[edit]

Weekly charts[edit]

Chart (1997)Peak
Australia (ARIA)[6]28
Canada (RPM)6
Netherlands (Mega Top 100)[6]71
US Billboard Hot 100[7]5
US Adult Top 40 (Billboard)[8]7
US Mainstream Rock (Billboard)[9]9
US Alternative Songs (Billboard)[10]1
US Mainstream Top 40 (Billboard)[11]7

Year-end charts[edit]

Chart (1997)Position
Canada (RPM)[12]48
U.S. Billboard Hot 100[13]21


RegionCertificationCertified units/Sales
United States (RIAA)[15]Gold600,000[14]

Cover versions[edit]

See also[edit]

When I was young I knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice, no
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth a
Valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Think somebody now and how he never really
Wept he says
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say
I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
We were only freshmen
Songwriters: A.J. Dunning / Brad Vander Ark / Brian Vander Ark / Donald Brown / Donny Brown / Doug Corella / Douglas Corella / Jeffrey Dunning
The Freshmen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Walls Are Closing In / Hangman
Get your shit together
Let's try that one more time
There's no light
Mama, I can't see at a
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