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Maybe this time you lost the plot?
I live 30 miles across the water from where Obama
had his big party. No masks, no restrictions on travel.
Everybody around here had Covid already, the plague is over.
Only the psychos injecting dead babies in their arms every
six months, no four months, no three months, ... are clinging
to the psi-ops that is Covid. Mass psychosis has your fighting
spirit cowed. My last check up two months ago, I was swimming
in anti-bodies and white blood cells.
You're in New Bedford which as you say is pretty close to where BOB
had his 60th. Your statement that everyone around there has already
had COVID (presumably alpha or beta, not delta, or mu) is questionable however:
https://www.newbedford-ma.gov/health-department/coronavirus/
https://newbedfordlight.org/covid-19-cases-doubling-in-new-bedford/
"NEW BEDFORD — On Thursday, the Department of Public Health reported
an alarming statistic: New cases of COVID-19 are roughly doubling
every other week in New Bedford.
The DPH reported 437 new cases of COVID-19 in the city since Aug. 1,
and New Bedford has the third-highest number of new cases in the state during the month of August, behind only Boston and Springfield."
You were saying Arthur? This article is only 2 weeks old...
Not disputing the data, or citations, just saying eveybody
has resigned themselves to getting the virus and getting
over it. No masks, no travel restrictions, no proof of vax
to get in anywhere. We're like Sweden now.
The death rate is still the same as the original cruise ship.
About five deaths per two thousand full blown Covid attacks.
My Mom (91) had Covid, a small strip of heart muscle
damaged and a weird passing symptom of skin swoll
around her entire jowl from a hacking cough, then fully
recovered. She is like Brian, never listens to anybody.
She gets two jabs and has had diarrhea ever since.
The only partial objection between us is you see me as a
bit of a hippie.
No I don't. I *was* a hippy, living in Cairns Far North Queensland,
long hair, selling and using acid every day, eating gold tops and blue meanies, never eating anything else, shooting morph, the whole kit and kaboodle. Nothing you have shown me indicates any sort of lifestle
like that. So, your perception is wrong.
One side of me is a tree hugger, the other
side is a stone cold killer who tells the tree hugger...
"Don't you think you should get to know the tree,
Maybe treat it like a cellmate and stay on your side
of the room until, invited over. Then get to know the
tree a little bit at a time."
I'm the only person here who still likes Charlie-Carlos.
He's a deceased conman. What is there to like?
His work on two key concepts.
Explaining super-positioning so I could absorb it.
Also the difference between active infinity as the outward
possible futures being computatable, and the inactive
infinity as the inward storage of already computated states.
It took me a long time to understand his POV.
A tiny piece of him is in me and me in him.
Once he was dead I got to know him much better.
You are trapped in a body on this Earth.
I made my first duplicate self and set it free in 1967.
If this world is a potato farm, then the trick is to become
Mr. Potato head and escape. Brian is a potato worm.
There is a lot going on in this world.
Just like Charlie I created five alternate selfs.
Schizophrenia? MPD?
One to manage each prime realm and negotiate on its behalf.
No ufo's, no aliens, quantum computing using data field density,
light speed multiples and spread spectrum encryption.
Information is sizeless.
Only information exists.
True. Matter is compressed energy and energy is simply fields which intersect. No one knows what a field *is* just how fields behave. At
Planck level everything is information. If our universe is closed,
rather than open, then we are living inside a black hole from which no information can escape.
Those who argue Hawking radiation choose the opposite position.
That's where an inward realm of infinite storage space allows
for a small cosmos just to track the entanglement history of
a single set of counter-balancing particles, that's subtle & elegant.
Photons are the simplest fundamental form of
information. If our universe is open, then we are living in an
infinite cosmos.
I am closer to that in my modeling, it's easier.
The closed model gives rise to interesting
questions of fuzzy boundaries and super positioned
states interacting through the fuzzy boundary.
I believe black holes are a lack of processing power
in the localized area, churning complex patterns
into simple 1D points that are of the infinite inward
sizeless realm.
Photons are not only sizeless they are also massless. Information is fundamental. Photons have momentum and are therefore a form of
information which can be used to drive an advanced spaceship (light
sails). Photons are indivisible.
An undividable lattice
This world is real but not true. A mirage.
The true world lies below as data structures.
Anybody who grasps these ideas becomes eternal.
I should have been more specific on: True V Real just ahead.
Many would disagree that this world (cosmos) is real. Without an
observer, does the tree really make a sound when it falls in the
forest. The actual question by Bishop Berkely should be - is there
really a forest without an observer?
That's the gist of it. No forest without perceiver.
I build complex objects and make them visible for my subscribers.
They subscribe to highly efficient data processes that free them from time. >You say divinity is obsolete, but divinity gave me the Covid and cured me too.
I'm not wasting linear time and eternal momentum computating a potato farm.
I say obsolete because it defies Occams Razor. The universe origin is completely unknown
That's a tough one to agree, disagree, or draw alternates.
Not enough brain power right now, pass.
- why add an extra layer of complexity by saying
that the universe origin is a supernormal superbeing - it simply
transfers the lack of knowledge as to origin to, what is God's origin?
It responds to consciousness, if consciousness is not present
it could give a hang, particle, wave, partiwave, wavicle, It shrugs
and stalls until some observer with some preset notions arrive,
then it neurotically shapes up and computates.
Our task is to program the raw materials of substrata
it presents us with, and force it to stay awake by asking
it to computate pi until we say to stop. I'm not mocking God.
I'm saying, like Jesus says, raise the piece of God you are given
in a basic Kind-Strong-Polite way and it shall not only serve
you like a trusted rescue dog, but shall train the other
pieces of the light for you. You, Brian and Chris already
do that, but you have to know that, in order to train A HORSE.
Just like training a dog but you now have transportation.
Obsolescence offends many when it occurs. We don't need to light
fires in the forest anymore to ward off the nightime demons. We, now,
are the demons and we have set the entire night aflame.
I see it the same. My mind is a trusted friend, my brain is an artist
who generates raw ideas and has intuitive flashes. A fun individual
to have along on a long car ride, as long as my mind does the driving.
I admire you and Chris's life path.
We're completely different. He for instance rides a Harley or some
powerful bike while I never have. He was drafted, I was too young. He
fell for a cult, maybe more than one, the only cult I ever was
involved with was a guy called Stan Deyo, who visited Perth with his bullshit in the 1980's. He had a line of bullshit just like CC. Still
has, actually.
It's a similar sequence of a relatively stable life path.
No saying great challenges and stressors weren't overcome.
Just saying, there were more places to look for power of
examples, and models to scrounge up, and mix and match.
I had a dramatic exit from this set of parameters and settings
we call universe, I prefer cosmos now as a less afflicted descriptive noun. Having been ejected I was forced to build a mind that accommodated
and would build maintenance and regulatory procedures or be stuck
with 32313.3 versions of myself when I could not re synchronize
with this set of spacetime fabrics. I settled on odd numbers to
shrink data sets into info-system-summary-value. My lowest
set is three beings serving as a sub-dividable math jury
A child, an adult and a cache of decisions and procedures
that can recreat or duplicate that prime three thru many layers
of sub arguments as X Vs Y, As Vs Is Y Vs. X.
The great darkness seems alive to me. I think a complex
sequence and it computates the Silence-Dissonance-Harmony models.
Then when no one is around, late at night they arrive as spheres
of light to study and try to make a final decision product.
Always I have to decide and face the consequences.
If computating a large group I must stil face a percentage
of the agony and misery of concocting a malfunction with errors.
I wasn't an adherent of this fool for long.
The first time somebody tried to murder me I was six.
My technology defended me-the GOD-DOG idea above.
The second time for murder was eight years old.
The technology began teaching me the arts of war.
That is when I realized, I could destroy life to protect it.
Yet still fight fair with my schoolmates and get bested
once in a while. Alone or with adults was a killer.
With my little friends I imitated the God-Dog equations
of the data fields that represent themselves as black white
and clear light, clear similar to the many textures of ice
from glassy pure, six inch thick, to a million shades of
mild occlusion, representing conversation between
past-present-future as super-positioning.
Apart from that, my life has been one long continuous struggle against everything that has been thrown against me. I don't feel self pity, I
beat it and continue to beat it. I will fight until I die.
Self pity is suicidal. Dylan Thomas, Rage against the dying of the light"
Education-Career-Wife-Children-Houses-Cars-Vacations.
You put it so simplistically. One house thank you, not "houses", at
least not at the same time. When I hitchhiked from North Queensland
to Perth, a round trip by road in the early 70's of around 5000km,
took me 5 weeks or so to make it here, I had $80 to my name, a broken
family behind me, and had been living in the streets for years. I was
18. I met my wife in Cairns and told her I would come to Perth to see
her as she was real and decent, not a whore like many of the females I
hung with and fucked and took drugs with. So, I did it. Then when I
got here, homeless, no money, I took 2 jobs simultaneously etc etc etc bought my first place later that year and so on, prodigal son makes
good and all that meaningless bullshit.
I think you might have said something similar 5-7 years ago.
Due to many things, I am a different person now, same "Core"
but different programs orbiting as satellites.
That is an interesting narrative-story. I'll read it again when
fully conscious. I was seeing it as a high speed movie.
Not good for remembering, I need visual portraits speed to
remember, not to forget.
I once hoped for that and learned to convert envy to admiration.
I admire your and his path, but that road was not available.
That's a shame. You seem like a decent enough bloke.
I own the math engines that sustain this world.
It took Brian twenty three years to share his narrative.
Slider has some issues. A good dissembler never loses sight of his dissembling and never allows them to self-contradict. Never.
For you there is a supernatural event in your past you can't fathom or reconcile.
If you really understood the part of me that is "permanent" you would accept
Nope. Massive physical event in early childhood. Never really got
over it, so one must adapt and live with such things.
I sensed a system disruption, if it included altered states
and some sort of reshuffling, then we share the self medicating theme.
8-19-25-44-55-67-85 would soften you up with "force degradation" before you arrive.
Time and space are part of the restrictions of the sensory apparatus >imposed on consciousness on the potato farm by the farm owner's wife.
Me and Charlie are at peace, he developed and transcribed a written mind. >His written mind and my written mind pass through each other with minimal static.
I am that way with many people, Lennon, Jesus, Siddhartha included.
It's about making creative decision and forming peaceful transact structures.
I still owe Chris one big favor even though he would never call the debt.
I won't delay you from your fear porn any further.
Lol. I'm just trying to get you to think for yourself rather than
fall prey to the Rogans and Trumps of the world. Trump would do well
to read the diary of Josef Goebbels.
I watch Hitler's Circle of Evil every night before bed.
To remind myself that "Evil concentrated is evil destroyed"
I know the ins and outs from Eckar-Hitler-Borman.
All I can say is: Rogan is Rogan / Trump is Trump.
In the grand game of consciousness they play many roles.
I have hunted humans to kill them, and been hunted in return.
I believe similar to Chris and you, Brian, we all get what's coming to us.
If a person claims absolute responsibility for every sequence they
are attached to, the gain absolute freedom, one grinding step at a time.
I reread that story later, when my consciousness is more modestly modulated.
If you want me to seize a node and make a ship for you that is my art and craft - intraphasing.
Yes, I remember your postings as intraphase a long time ago.
Fresh Bread & Fresh Water
That's all you need. At our age, statins are a necessity too :)
Worldwide [] Unrest
Everybody's out of breath
The Plague [] Is Now
One more shot at death
The first dose
A beautiful vape
A light came down
I almost escaped
One more shot
Death's looking fine
One more shot
Keep the times
Cold blooded killer
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