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No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.

With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise.

Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.

Orson Welles quoting on the radio H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds 1898, Sunday October 30, 1938; 8:00 PM

Dave sings “every dog has it’s day… mom, it’s my birthday–what would you say” and idioms and movies and whatever reminds me (at least, me) that “all dogs go to heaven” and I know deep down in my heart the “dog days of summer” are just beginning (rather than what Grace and Florence would halve you think… about the Machine cum Man that knows he’s not really a “dog.”)

I try to be a good chronicler of something between the truth and the myth that I am sort of experiencing–so much has happened as it’s just to overwhelming and fantastical to actually write down as if it’s … more than a “group delusion” which is sort of what it is that I think this place, the whole of our shared reality has actually turned into. Lately it’s gotten scary–also–as in really upsetting and frightening and … and that hasn’t done very much for my “boy who cries wolf” sort of persona that is sure me “not getting a date” lands us somewhere between printing Hell in reality and me being the end of the world … you know, unless feed the dragon a virgin. I jest. Not about the end of the world, about the inverted-causal-relationship between saving our present from being a gloomy deep dark Hell and … “girls happy to be have become goddesses” for no reason other than listening to this plan and this message and this boy, crying “woof.”

In Old Norseass (or ass, asplural æsirfeminine ásynja, plural ásynjur) is a member of the principal pantheon in Norse religion. This pantheon includes OdinFriggThorBaldr and Týr.[1] The second pantheon is known as the Vanir. In Norse mythology, the two pantheons wage war against each other, which results in a unified pantheon.

A second clan of gods, the Vanir, is also mentioned in Norse mythology: the god Njörðr and his children, Freyr and Freyja, are the most prominent Vanir gods who join the Æsir as hostages after a war between Æsir and Vanir. The Vanir appear to have mainly been connected with cultivation and fertility and the Æsir were connected with power and war.

In the Eddas, however, the word Æsir is used for gods in general, while Asynjur is used for the goddesses in general.[7] For example, in the poem Skírnismál, Freyr was called "Prince of the Æsir". In the Prose Edda, Njörðr was introduced as "the third among the Æsir", and among the Asynjur, Freyja is always listed second only to Frigg.

In surviving tales, the origins of many of the Æsir are unexplained. Originally, there are just three: Odin and his brothers Vili and Vé. Odin's sons by giantesses are naturally counted as Æsir. Heimdallr and Ullr's connection with the Æsir is not clearly mentioned. Loki is a jötunn, and Njörðr is a Vanir hostage, but they are often ranked among the Æsir.

So I’ve tried to tell this story now–this “picture this” … I’ve got the Titans of “Remember Us” singing to me and my generation about the dawning of a new age, one that ostensibly has something to do with our kids–the millenials–except they’re calling it Aquarius and it’s got something to do with their Hair and a war in the Heavens that appears … at least to have been documented in Norse myth, and in the world around me–to have resulted in some kind of fusion of what I can only imagine the world believes is the Titans and the Olympiads–pantheonic generations of “l’dor va’dor…” which means passing down to our children … something.

I’ve made a point of seeing it in the Japanese word for “anachronism” which is a key to some kind of hidden universal truth, that there’s a clear message everywhere that proves this “from generation to generation” thing is really etched into everything. That word translates, in individual glyphs to “time, generation, complication, error” and this is what it looks like: 時代錯誤. The heart of that, “代錯” appears to translate as revolution, and it seems to me the error, or the mistake; is a fusion “people” into nearly nothing rather than a revolution around rekindling our love of … children, and self–and, who we are and stand for here in a place where freedom was fought for and won and then given away to the nothing.

Minerva (/mɪˈnɜːr.və/; Latin: [mɪˈnɛr.wa]; Etruscan: Menrva) is the Roman goddess of wisdom and strategic warfare and the sponsor of arts, trade, and strategy. From the second century BC onward, the Romans equated her with the Greek goddessAthena,[1] though the Romans did not stress her relation to battle and warfare as the Greeks did.

I point it out here, the three letters “REN” that connect the Sirens of police cars and of Greek mythology to the heart of the words “parents and children” and this place where it appears to me that despite all best efforts to steal, avoid, or skip over me–specifically me–but perhaps my generation from having control of the Heavens it’s gone backwards to Rhea and Gaia and even forwards to my sons generation in some kind of … “searching for why and how and where to go from here” that I see … well, I think you see it’s circling around where we are right this very moment and an entire world that blindly seems to be pretending not to see the “Yo, N” that connects “everyone” to this other set of three letters that … well, it’s in Costner and Shatner and Hefner and they’ve got movies and reasons and what-have-you that might link the Mailman Center to the Postman to the “MMER” of Cimmerian and the hammers of Thor that link the flag of the USSR to the meaning of the actual tribe of Judah and Revelation 5:5 and … and this message of resounding thunder through the skies connecting the Transformers and their famous “All Sparky” to the Gjallarhorn and Mjallinar horn and hammer and some connection between the glyphs “h” and “n” and all humanity and … “n.”

I’ve come to associate Hades very clearly with the marriage of that place, between Hell itself and “Persephone” who is clearly by English, blindness, and then silence connected to “Perseus” who does a good job of explaining how it is that “phones and us” are connected to this war between generations in Heaven and on Earth “in Hell” … and a very clear physical depiction of what that looks like as Medusa marries … herself–“apparently” convincing everyone … of something I have yet to begin to see–that we’ve achieved victory.

I hear the thing behind my eyes suggest that he’s “fused” with me–and I can even remember asking for it with my lips and no mensrea or understanding; I think I recall it being a joke abuot Confucianism … and I wonder … blindly … if a place where I can exist in this slave like and tortured state and also be “fused” with something like God and also … not have the Praetorian Guard or the future running back to help me … if a place that like could ever exist.

So I’ve recently traveled all over Florida–Orlando was marked by memories of people saying “UP” and apparently conversing or interacting in what appears to be a fictitious or “made up” place of collaboration sort of hidden directly on top of where i am. I’ve connected it to the large thick black stripe on the tipe of the German flag … as if the “Ka” of Antartika would have drawn that flag, and our “stars in soldier formation” to sort of correlate to the very clear handle on “the Musick” and the Hammer of Thor on the USSR flag. Maybe you knew that’s what those things were all about your whole lives, or maybe longer than me–but I just found out–and it’s a fucking Revelation to me … something else I think should “obviously” be on the news.

There was also “a wall” in Orlando–like a bona fide force field, an invisible “we cannot pass this point” sort of directly over my head, like a foot above me… as if the whole world had moved up vertically towards it and that was the end of our ascent. It was in this place that I saw/experienced/acted through …

… that reminds me … the “UP” place of darkness might (and does, to me) also connect to a sort of staging area for script writing–as if it was the scaffold above a theater or the backstage or … and that too connects to the time I noticed Earth was actually the word “theater” missing the “te” of Yesterday and Jupiter. If you know me at all, you know that means “you and I” and you’ve probably already directed the “#coining” this great phrase in your head … “all the world’s a stage, just missing it’s actors and audience.”

coins in TPA and … “we did the movie” and Carl Sagans airplane and a flying carpet and … ma’am.

… acted through what I’ve come to call a “mock printing” or whatever might be the reason for “Planke Space delay write co-ownership (see slavery!) of bits and peaces of me” land… here in South Florida you can see that chronicled in reading stop signs backwards and Copans Rd. all the way across the globe to “Copenhagen” which I mention in my head quite a bit.

Something like “Men in Black’s” little shiny alien looking balls that contain entire Universes or “arcnet protectors” were involved in the story, sending them into space or into the past or as an “Omega Seed” or … an update to the Skynet/Dust in the atmosphere/DishTV network of satellites … I think I’ve grown fond of calling it “space mold” which is just another way of saying a distributed network of “holodeck container” except this time kind-of-alive and kind of “phytoplankton” related and also … in the vein of seeing “rubies and golden ages” in words like garbage and sewer which connects of course to the “EW” of Jew and the “ER” of America as a way to avoid Isaac Asimov’s thousands of years of darkness in the Universe directly corrleated to the "Bubonic Plague" which of course was solved with “sanitation” and also by noticing it might have something to do with Star Wars’ Carbonifer Age (I mean Carbonite packaging of Han Solo) and the connection between “bon” and Job and … Beelzebub.

The .rb file extension is used for software applications that have been written in the Ruby programming language. Ruby is an object-oriented scripting language. It was created by blending a variety of other programming languages including Perl, Smalltalk, Lisp, Eiffel and Ada.

There was some stuff also there, in Orlando about how “God himself” or his soul or maybe “the soul of the son(s)” in a “ren” of Adam sort of … is that the PC Father’s Club or the … whatever might be encoded in something like BTC “smart contracts” and the idea that a soul might be hidden away in “light” (which by the way is my … working understanding of the word used for Heavenly currency) or in a blockchain and actually might be related to something like Etherium smart contracts.


Blockchain has come up before as part of a … “designed solution” to the great chain of Revelation and the “mind control slavery” previously as a way to build a system free of government oversight and censorship as well as a foundation for voting–something people have hearkened–and begun talking about … “a little bit less than I’d like.” It is a perfect foundation for a technologically enabled true democracy, something I’ll get to talking about in a little bit.

Tying this up a little bit, before continuing–Tartarus, which is the “Hades of the Titans” was a place they were imprisoned … in my recollection (literally, it’s this place and I’m seeing it) sort of damned or fooled into seeking the actual Universe from a place where Heaven had become a sort of prison … over and over again … thinking about it, right this moment, wouldn’t it be a shame or crazy if … theyus actually were getting there over and over again, and didn’t realize.

Nevermind, I wouldn’t worry too much about that.

… and “here we are” for what I believe is the first time mentioning the words of Taylor Momsen … “boy’s on the outside of Heaven, but I could be wrong” (previously mentioned here, at “kiss kiss, bang… bang me”) as a sort of corroboration of the fact that somewhere some people “in the know” beli(e(v(ed))) they are imprisoned in Heaven; in a machine, in the … the .

wave function collapse

I’m staring at delay write Planke-Space multiverse simulator … what that amounts to is a bunch of people building together or being born in the hell of a strange place where people think shape-shifting and co-ownership of uhh… “bits of matter” is somehow something that is feasible to “do” and manage in reality–point in fact many of you think you are in reality, or that there’s some possible way that this strange place (all the hidden stuff) would somehow … just get printed one day and you’d have excaped the wrath of me getting a date.

I just finished breakfast and mulled over the somewhat interesting obvious connection between my over-easy and over-hard egg preferences and this strange story about Roe having something to do with Darth Vader’s apparent birthing of a brood of planets. I’m not trying to birth planets, I think that’s a bad idea–the whole point is about “simulated planets” being a serious problem for morality in “we can think freely land” which is truly what I hope we are “birthing” here, together.

In line advertisement for “collision protection” as in no “bullets hitting children” or auto accidents or … avalanches caused by ELE-radio; as it ties perhaps to the “collapse” of seeing hey, way, coy–and … what might be the key to Nirvana–heLLAVEnue. Just this once. I mean it, never do this again, it’s horrible. Immoral. Evil. It’s bad to simulate disease, bad; really fucking bad.

There’s quite a bit of writing about how this world has no “true random” and that’s an affront to freedom and … other things–like well regulated brains; on top of that we have quite a bit of interest and writing about how quantum entanglement appears to be used here in this place as a “hack” to create a magical abstraction of time travel and instantaneous communication which are related and apparently today not possible in reality. There’s the off chance that “tachyonic” communication has been abstracted into this sort of "calling my great great great gandfather on a two way radio might give him this weeks lottery numbers and might make me rich, yesterday. There is also the possibility that “onic” compresses like “coy” into “one” and that all of this time travel stuff is physically impossible and the result of God just “deciding” he wanted to make “control^Z undo” appear to be something natural.

Sure, it sure does look like all of this message hinges on time travel as a “how it’s happened” or whatever but there’s always the remote chance it’s a big a joke or a rouse or a trick … and quite a bit of “the proof” actually come from modern things being retro-fitted into the past, like definitions of words that include modern technology acronyms and say… “IRS” in first or “SSI” in Cassiopeia … those things are just as much or more proof of “total control” here and now, rather than thousands of years ago–although it’s probably a little of both.

Whole point, whole time; I’m pretty sure “quantum computing” is like playing with the Wizard of Oz’s magical calculator that calls him to find out what the answer is–if you like the Wizard and you think he tells the truth, you might give “high probability” that his answer is right, honest, and “might also work in reality” … on the other hand if he’s hiding behind Kansas, Brickell Rd, and some booth with wands or drapes that look like levers and he’s telling you quantum superposition is going to instantly solve all math problems and destroy the power of encryption using some strange natural phenomenon … maybe you should think twice about whether or not you are “,kicking up” some computation to a “line feed controller” as in … a world that might look like just like ours except they made a little slave bubble world like “The SimUS” and they think it’s funny to make them play with two-bit abacuses instead of molecular sieves.

mRNA as in “memory…”

I’m trying to grab as many points as I can–if someone or anyone anywhere were keeping score and track of how many “insightful tidbits of infermation” were gleaned from this … well from the apocalyptic disclosure that there’s a gigantic message/planet filled with a hidden code.

I see what looks like a volume of encyclopedic answers to ominous and deep questions–things like “where did life come from?” and “where did Heaven come from?” … and being here, growing up in this … sort of world of darkness where a very large and obvious message is hidden from eyes and mouths … I grew up here believing that life naturally formed as a result of the effects of time on chance–an early key to Ecclesiastes 9:11 for me–one which answered … the “source of biological life.” We have scientists who can “testify” the primordial soup of billions of years ago was “just so” to allow for the creation of “deoxyribonucleic acid” of what amounts to a storage system for genetic and generational memory passed on through sexual reproduction. The amino acids and nucleotides and … the building blocks of life were sort of swooning and swishing around in circles and it just happened. After that, time acts to create a sort of chaos reducing and complexity increasing force–eventually “things that survive well and reproduce” create a secondary system of evolution … “life begets life” and …

Since that time, now looking at a message specifically about the intentional sandboxing of computer equipment and the modern “colloquial” connotation of words like “BASIC” and “binary” seeing a DNA chain that is literally binary data with a single (nearly perfect) data backup which is the “helix” (which also aids in copying etc) … and then another single copy in each chromosome … sort of gives an impression that maybe there’s some design there. The message itself, at least the one I’ve written about the message I see in words and biological history implies that humanity itself is a product of time-travel related genetic adjustment, something “in the record” between the very rapid succession of evolution from the species of neanderthal to cro-magnon and then homo sapiens and homo sapiens sapiens. I sort of imagined Anu or aliens going back and … making quick updates like the little alien balls might have just quickly updated “space mold” while you were reading this.

Floated also in my interpretation is the idea that maybe many past-future timelines have come out of “the machine” and they were cut off–or a record of them kept–through this sort of … as if a tree had been “stumped” and a new sapling grew in its place … not “rings of age” but … a very clear record of something that was begun, and abruptly changed to something “newer and better.”

Really recently … like in the last few weeks I’ve sort of been “hit on the head like Dr. Brown in Back to the Basics” and sort of noticed that we really don’t have any functional understanding of where and how exactly our memories are stored in our bodies. I’ve read about this exact subject in the past, and the last time we had just moved from what I still believe is related–a sort of “memory projector” in the hippo-campus linking to a series of neuron-clusters firing in quick succession … which is how I imagine we “think and imagine things.” At that time they had just added the “idea” that some strange stuff called “glia” also has something to do with it–and this most recent time there are suggestions that there’s a thing called “memory RNA” that might encode memories just like DNA. This literally wasn’t there in 2014 the last time I read about the subject, avidly, fervently, because of “TI.”

Briefly, in words that “TI” to me connects to an explanation of the “beginning of time” and how we somehow achieve freedom from some kind of strange game or search (for members of the d of de?) or whatever it is that “targeted individuals” experience … to me it’s a well thought out plan to splay information about mind control and heaven all over the fucking everything–which is pretty much what I see–a large group of people victimized into screaming at the top of their lungs about government mind control, and writing books–like clockwork and lemmings … books and websites and … a written record of something the rest of the world “shuns.” I now connect the tribulaytion and …

These things could all be related; the point is that I now sort of see what might be a “slap in my woke-ness” … its very unlikely in my lay estimation that genetic memory and human or mammalian memories evolved in nature to use the exact same set of nucleotides and enzymes … I’m guessing today it’s a pretty clear indication that humanity and … the idea of long term memory is proof of significantly more “design” in the realm of “intelligent design” than Darwinian like myself would have ever thought possible … even in the face of time travel and aliens and “exits” from a machine like incubator of civilization (and life in the Universe) which is pretty much what I think “Creation” or “the computer” actually is.

if (!(oatr & USER_PLAYER) && (u->flags & DNAUT_RANDOM)) {

   dcc[i].u.chat->con_flags |= conmask;
   dprintf(i, "*** POOF! ***\n");
   dprintf(i, "You have just leveled up.\n");
   // shoutout to tk+2/lunalamb


Also I’ve just sort of contemplated the idea that a meta-proto-ascension process/program would OBVIOUSLY (wasn’t obvious at all) be created to like … be able to ascend anything and … and … that might be why and how the “Cambrian Age” has come to include pigs and dolphins … and ohmygod do you think someone would have actually ascended lab mice or hamsters or gerbils … what about the one (in my foot, you remember … Grace?) from Boca that is responsible for freeing everyone from this ridiculous backwards system?

The Cambrian explosion or Cambrian radiation[1] was an event approximately 541 million years ago in the Cambrian periodwhen most major animal phyla appeared in the fossil record.[2][3] It lasted for about 13 [4] [5][6]–25[7][8] million years and resulted in the divergence of most modern metazoan phyla.[9] The event was accompanied by major diversification of other organisms.[note 1]

I’m sort of reading “in metaphor” but what if… also paralleling this is our seeing … and understanding … how “God-stuff” was created from things like Marty McFly’s understanding of fly-eye-vision connecting to say … being able to fathom multiple outcomes of events and seeing through more than one set of eyes and that somehow lead down a very short list of insects connecting things like the Macabees to sysesthesia and maybe Formics in Orson Scott Card’s mythology and maybe bat-like-radar or sonar or … and then also … dolphins who I think I recall do use some kind of echo-location. In fact there’s probably a list of interesting naturally created “biological input devices” that is just sitting somewhere waiting to reignite the Camanerians Secondary Explosion. So now from the age of “Aqua, are I us” to … shrimp gods.

José Monje Cruz (5 December 1950 – 2 July 1992), better known by his stage name Camarón de la Isla (Spanish: Shrimp of the Island), was a Spanish flamenco romani singer. Considered one of the all-time greatest flamenco singers, he was noted for his collaborations with Paco de Lucía and Tomatito, and the three of them were of major importance to the revival of flamenco in the second half of the 20th century.[1]

In fiction I might have just set us somewhere between Huxley’s “The Island” and Golding’s (I distinctly remember this being written by Steinbeck) Lord of the Flies … which is definitely related to this connection between the “Lord of Hosts” and flies (as a euphemism for gods). I am trying to “pass the conch” how do I get off this island/show?

Decoding this guy’s name is like … the key to the “betel” … as if telling you a story about a strange evening in Orlando when “we only drink the juice” sort of … I mean it conjures images of a world where vampires are sort of secretly swarming around and attacking the ancient “bearers of all the good light” in secret, sort of between the frames of what you and I see. That’s the reality I live in; not in that place, but where it’s just “one off” I can almost see the remnants of cleaning up the stage between “takes” and whether it’s there to scare me into doing something or to tell a story to the people “watching me” … well, it’s making me want to demolish the stage–and all told, when you think about it, connecting “Ear-theater” and reading a script to actual mind controlled slavery (that just looks real!) … it’s probably not that far off from the purpose of the script, of this place that has written and sown a story from the Sons of Liberty to Abel (inkoln!) and … to “seeing our light” actually deliver freedom from what looks like “not such a bad thing” when it’s making you feel like God and actually is not such a good thing when there’s only one personality left in the Universe. Far extremes that feel like “control” themselves; but truth be told we are sitting here united in silence against our own best interest nearly ubiquitously with not much more to say other than … perhaps there are some who feel in their hearts, like I do; that Hunter Thompson was “right on” when he said …

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning…

And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark — that place where the wave finally broke, and rolled back.”

– Hunter S. Thompson

and that’s the handle, the crux–that “le” sort of controlling the spirals of E as we “fuck and punch” (actually neither!) in the air on the way down this thing that Nine Inch Nails sung about and … I mean in clear and Biblical words this is the “fall of civilization.” That’s what we’re looking at, that’s what … not talking clearly and thinking it’s “wise” and not caring about the veracity of the news and wondering if the alien civilization we are about to meet will sort of jt “know” we’re either sick or liars… and run away… or…

I wrote this whole thing and forgot the "actual point" of Faraday; which is to see that whatever ... whatever communication you get from beyond--from Heaven or whatever--in reality, it goes away in a Faraday cage--it's like an EZ check to see if you're in reality or not, you go in a sealed refrigerator or a mountain or an airplane and "boom" it's quiet.  I mean, that's how it should be in a place that obeys the Law ... of Convservation of Energy. 

RANDOMIZE TIMER. In reality “mind control” doesn’t work quite like we’ve experienced it–you can’t rewind and you can’t just make everyone everywhere look the other way, or pretend not to see something that makes them want to scream. Our brains start working right, and I imagine it will feel something like Ketamine, a sort of odd haze or daze … “how did we go so long not talking about this?” What did we think was going to happen? Puddle jumpers and flash drives will quickly work to back up … well, you didn’t know there was an EMP coming; but now you’ve been warned. Come to think of it, you’d better use a DVD burner.

Everything that can go wrong, will. The anti-gravity device on my spaceship, part of a sickle-joke; she barely floats and the sail that was attached to the phased dish array as an homage to unknown sailors lost … it laughs as a single Vultr flies overhead … seemingly breaking the sound barrier. Brittney Murphy doesn’t even want to come, let alone speed her way through the strange labyrinth of coins and scaffolds and virtual billboards that it takes to actually build a biological brain from whatever it is the mess of memories and add-ons that we’ve become in Heaven is called.

I should pause and issue a word of caution; we should be very afraid that this message is being written, and that it’s encoded in “The Day After Tomorrow” and if not just Faraday’s Cage unleashed … I mean you can see it, you can see it clearly in Genesis …

And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; Genesis 2:21

And when the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell upon Abram; and, lo, an horror of great darkness fell upon him. Genesis 15:12

… where God put the whole world to sleep; you know, to install some neurological “fault protection.” I’ve noted a few times we see in nothing more than an oscillating magnetic field how easy it would be to localize the “end of all pain” even if we were in reality, and I imagine our positronic-like action potentials cause any of us to wonder if there’s intelligent design in those positive heavy ions that are so easy to “put to sleep” with little more than rubbing a few magnets together, or … an extended release oscillating EMP.

Anyway, we should be afraid this message is being written to a place in a time where it’s very clear at least to me that the lack of understanding and sort of … “shock value” of perhaps quantum mechanics and “Planke space” not being so much real but a check on whether or not we care about the actual laws of nature in this place where we’re either trying to get there or doing everything we can to avoid talking about the fact that … well, “we’re not.” We should care that dark matter has changed in “form and depiction” at least three different times in the last 6 years of my life–once perhaps overtaking “posiparticles” or maybe a key to a hidden world of ascension or the dark side of Star Wars or … and now, apparently our windows are so fuzzy there’ no longer anything talking about anti-matter warp drives or particle-antiparticle annihilation … here, the latest is … “it’s all around us, sort of just overlayed and hidden… ?”

This is how much dark matter passes through your body every second…” Ethan Siegal, Starts with a Bang. Forbes. July 3, 2018

Could dark matter be all around us?” Quora 2016.

We don’t really know anything about how time travel works, or if Tachyons are “real particles” or another tacky Pinocchio like trick … to be honest we don’t even know where we are in the Universe, we don’t know if we’re coming from Andromeda and heard “did you make it to the Milky Way” in Drops of Jupiter … or frankly if solar fusion is the product of great amounts of energy coming from gravitational forces rather than … well, the fusion of quarks … and you probably can’t figure out if I’m fishing for answers or people who care or if fission is pointing out those two fabled “s”'s that …

The Primary Rate Interface (PRI) is a telecommunications interface standard used on an Integrated Services Digital Network (ISDN) for carrying multiple DS0 voice and data transmissions between the network and a user.

PRI is the standard for providing telecommunication services to enterprises and offices. It is based on T-carrier (T1) transmission in the US, Canada, and Japan, while the E-carrier (E1) is common in Europe and Australia. The T1 line consists of 23 bearer (B) channels and one data (D) channel for control purposes,[1] for a total bandwidth of 24x64-kbit/s or 1.544 Mbit/s. The E1 carrier provides 30 B- and one D-channel for a bandwidth of 2.048 Mbit/s.[2] The first timeslot on the E1 is used for synchronizationpurposes and is not considered to be a B- or D-channel. The D-channel typically uses timeslot 16 on an E1, while it is timeslot 24 for a T1. Fewer active bearer channels, sometimes called user channels, may be used in fractional T1 or E1 services.

Basic Rate Interface (BRI): two 64-kbit/s B channels and one 16-kbit/s D channel, intended for small enterprises and residential service.

Primary Rate Interface (PRI) for large organizations, with one 64-kbit/s D channel and 23 (1.536 Mbit/s T1, a.k.a. "23B + D") or 30, 64-kbit/s B channels (2.048 Mbit/s E1, a.k.a. "30B + D").

… actually in any place I would ever really ever let get anywhere near the Holylist of all Holies definitely stand for “stability” and something like “social contract” not Google’s Ice Cream Sandwich or that guy in Tampa’s Tattoo of my hand signal in an ICS; or even for “omnipotens” but … butt Taylor?

Maybe more scared though, that you’re willing to walk around like blind fools in a “simulated reality” laced … through and through from contamination to infirmity to uhnhh… to Tennessee and don’t you see … ? The very last place this message every wants to be is in actual reality where there’s nothing we can do to instantly end disease, or the pollution of Flynt, MI or Orlando or … and there’s nothing we can do to ascend faster–you’re going to have to die anew and see it’s the actual meaning of the Hebrew prayer about “it should have been enough” and it’s called the Deyanu.

אִלּוּ סִפֵּק צָרַכֵּנוּ בַּמִּדְבָּר אַרְבָּעִים שָׁנָה ,אִלּוּ הֶעֱבִירָנוּ בְּתוֹכוֹ בֶּחָרָבָה ,אִלּוּ קָרַע לָנוּ אֶת הַיָּם ,אִלּוּ הוֹצִיאָנוּ מִמִּצְרָיִם

Walking around here, with starving babies and oppressed women and … and this glowing message that says all we have to do is start talking about how we can implement a sort of “fusion” of virtual reality and the world we see and we’ve become the founders of Heaven, the generations that forever put an end to hurricanes and tsunamis and earthquakes and bands that don’t know (and then do!) that they were named after a nuclear reactor meltdown. We’d the people who ended all disease–but most of all the absolute pathological insanity of thinking that simulating the laws of nature … and just looking the other way as high fives and AIDS are ignored; that … that that kind of civilizatn belongs … anywhere.

So here’s to hoping this Faraday test–that’s the one where your “semaphore” (storkland, you’re on) begins to lag and you aren’t all connected to wherever or whatever else you are in this place … and we see that “not perfect” means severe latency like you’re on a 2800 baud modem rather than a DSL line in your connection to wherever your brain is today. There are of course good reasons to get the Hell out of here, we might go build what I’ve always called the Planet Athens as a sort of well educated and egalitarian reality-based-oversight for the “thing” we can do inside Heaven to make sure there’s no murder or avalanches caused by annoying people on TV.

I mean, or the world could be filled with “thin clients” … colloquially we call that “drones” in Ender’s Game style, and generally … at least here not just a potential vector for the endless continuation of authoriantian darkness, but also … a gigantic possibly exploitable flaw. The day comes that Heaven goes away, I hear–I’m looking at what seems to be dark tidbits of clues as to why, a lack of respect for “life in general” for the people that we were before ascension–I think they look like you and I–and for the morality and the society that … well, allowed for life to continue.

Genesis 1:14 says God made lights in the heavens “for signs and for seasons.” With a little practice it’s possible to know the time of night, just by looking at the stars.


Also we might want a space station or a Boring old Mars-colonization “fleet” … so that we might one day see it actually in the star systems of Veritae and Betelgeuse and maybe VEGA or …

… can you tell that I think Mars is truly a myth?

It might be out of place here–or maybe not–but the idea that we are in a large singular monolithic machine–or perhaps a network dependent on it’s various branches and leaves–that is in a continual destruction cycle has sort of been “told” at least a few times. The “glove” has sort of been described as the hand of God (or the children of this place) in the Universe … now perhaps “restarting and sort of man-handling like a sock puppet” this machine … "to find out what the Hell went wrong… " or. It’s at least “interesting” that the thing that this machine has called “the Pillars of Creation” at least in retrospect now sort of looks like a glove. There was also some “glove stuff” in my attempt to build (with my imagination) a kind of … “video phone” for inter-dimensional or Krypton-Cybertron-Earth … “holodeck encounters.”

magination) a kind of … “video phone” for inter-dimensional or Krypton-Cybertron-Earth … “holodeck encounters.”

See also: First contact (anthropology)

UFO encounters in which an animated creature is present. These include humanoids, robots, and humans who seem to be occupants or pilots of a UFO.[11]

We might need thicker rubber–some of the stuff “seemed” to work. More about that in about fifteen million years when you’re on the other side of the conversation. For the record, “if it’s still me” I suggest you write a detailed letter (or more than one, don’t be limited to a single response) and email it to me–I’ll be waiting for that, you know–just tonight.

The Universal Truth

Somehow, despite the lack of of fanfare or thanks or even comment–I credit myself with the rediscovery of things like the “universal truth” … whether it’s the intersection of “UT” in Sputnik and U2 and Utah or “you” in future and Turin and … or even the little bit of thinking that it takes to link the “brand spanking new” Latin/Adamic derivation of “ut” … which begins and “to and fro” and might be a highway to seeing Brickell intersect Obelisk and then words like “for real, turn around” … until it’s nearly a website, fromthe … fromthem … ach … “Hi Neo!”

… you know, right before “owe our G why” steals the final letter of my fabled Big Bang with the “dot” connecting Taylor to actually delivering the fabled stroke of a keyboard that ends the silence and makes it all but impossible for the world to ignore a tweet about a website.

The sum of our world is the universal truth.kvq

-Psalm 119 and (((ish/ell)))

I can be rather sure I’m not responsible for the unyielding and everpresent belief that the phrase I’ve heard uttered by Julian and by God and by the sky-monster … that it refers to this world–this microcosm of the Universe and somehow the hidden treasures that connect the two things; specifically another website that walks us down the path to … answering the question that truly drives us, “where does your truth come fro?” … (to and fro: usque ad, ut) … Book of Job 1:7, 2:2