DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY

DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY                                                                                         June 28th, 2013


                    In this age of data mining, market research and general snoopiness we may need to maintain extreem discretion with what is said in print. As I document my work with tensor analysis of the rotational signatures in everyones distinctive handwriting, (Not to mention fingerprint identities of each persons hands,) I may continue to draw the attention of this progressively expanding readership.

                    I believe this is a good time to review the work we already have. Focusing in on core conceptual modelings we have discussed: Opinion Biases with "Vital Paradoxes." {Page 4, "General Concepts}  I'm Proposing that a system dynamic exists for the transitions between changing opinions. Such controversial hot button topics as: "Is there a God?" "Is it possible for intelligent people to disagree, or does some one always end up having to be wrong?" and one of my favorite, "Is there a shadow government?" This last one I include only because, I find it unlikely. I think everyone knows about it, at least here in America everyone just takes it for granted, and we are quite apathetic about it. How can you have a conspiracy if everyone is in collusion?

                     All in all if I want to remain unmolested, I will want to accept that as my work proves to be verifiable, I will need DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY. This is only achievable with calculated risk and honest humility. Legend of the Philosopher Diogenes, walking at night with a lantern. He'ld walk up to people and ask, "You haven't seen an honest man have you?" He'ld then excuse himself and apologize walking away knowing that he was just being a pest. I know perfectly well that the most vital paradoxes of societies conflicting beliefs will often be ignored, rejected and reviled, even when true.

                    Most people hate being wrong. Probably because at some point everyone ends up being shamed. And I mean everyone. Such a disgrace, to have to be the lone voice of reason. I've known more than a few cranks and crackpots who took great pride in spouting doom and gloom. Popular paranoia is filled with dis empowering right wing propaganda, fear mongering and revived Nazi disinformation. As if we didn't have enough to worry about. I'm expected to believe in this kind of stuff because I market myself as a psychic. I do find it ironic that the bohemian, liberal, non violent, soft anarchists are the first to object to shutting out the belligerent pessimists. As if some code of liberal guilt tells us that it is better to indulge vicious negativity than it is to want to have hope, faith and courage in the face of overwhelming opposition.

                    I believe Diplomatic Immunity is the road to respect here in the world. Without our appreciation of how difficult our lives really are and always has been, we risk floundering in complacency. Respecting the needs and feelings of others is the only way to inspire trust. Anything less usually is just intimidation in bad faith.

                    In the next page, I'll be discussing, Discreet Closure and the Speculative Arts. We all can take solace in why conspiracies almost always fail, deception takes too much energy, (Hence, "The Banality of Evil." Foucault, French philosopher) It's always a matter of time, agonizing prolonged time.

The ZEiTGEiST of LOVE

The ZEiTGEiST of LOVE


                    I so wanted this to not be about me. But when the "me" becomes a nexus of communication, I have a responsibility. A quiet center in a world of chaos and loneliness. The greatest happiness I get is when I play the "Male Yenta." The matchmaker, the busy body, the storyteller. I am the creative nut case. I'm the guy who insists upon taking my "Art," on the road. I could have a Rouges Gallery of all the babies I've helped bring into the world just by giving people practical advice about love. But I think that it would be arrogant for me to take credit for all these beautiful children of love. I'm just a story teller.

                    All of the analytical mapping and statistics however have made me a little numb to myself. I am only an immature mathematician. I am a pro psychic. It's far easier to be poetic with love than it is with math.

                    A friend, Steve's second secretary offered to transcribe my manuscripts, but she wanted to do it on a typewriter. That tells you how old we are. She is one, if not the best psychic I know. Our hourly sessions are a joy.

                    She says, "First do no harm." The Hippocratic Oath. She goes on to say, "Do not take away hope." She is married. How could I not love her. Every piece of correspondence she has sent me has always been signed by her husband who I have still never met. I have successfully diagnosed medical issues from his signature alone. This strength, this joy permeates. In spite of the extreem normal dysfunctions I suffer I Thrive. Loving people makes it easy not to mislead or pander.

                    I train with an athlete young enough to be my son. His appetite for love songs is an inspiration. The ZEiTGEiST of LOVE survives in the hearts of good people everywhere. How can we be denied. Oh hell, I'll call him Sean. Sean is rational, grounded and pragmatic. He doesn't put any credence in telepathy outside of reading micro expressions. Critical thinking is for me is the first line of defense against taking peoples money under false pretenses. So Sean is a great ally. Never are people more inclined to believe absurd things than in the case of love. Sean says I have very unique insights into human nature. This is very reassuring as I'm constantly getting torn in half be people wanting me to take their side. The fine art of psychic reading is just tact in the face of opposition. I've come to respect people being honest with me about their beliefs.

                    For what ever reason, maybe it's just my bi-polar flying sickness thing, but I believe I am able to write a best seller just on the systems analysis of human dynamics, shifting opinion biases and the use of stochastic prognostication. I am a professional. Why shouldn't I want to capitalize on this untapped bounty? I can assure you that on both sides of the {,.......} controversy, most people are much to easily discouraged to risk their reputation attaching themselves to such an unpopular argument, as an advocate of a truly neutral opinion bias. True skepticism does not take sides, nor does it ignore contradiction. (This is the obvious sticking point. Most people are not that comfortable with each others contrary opinions.) I'm taking a page from Niel Bohr's "Complementarity."

                    Sean has had a good general education and training in the statistics of scientific research. So my interest in  the vital paradoxes and contradictions of popular opinions isn't lost on him. I intend to demonstrate through propositions and proofs that opinions change. And in the same way that almost every body is a little distrustful of psychics, (as I think they should be,) we all have little doubts about whose right, whose wrong, who should we give our trust to, and what are we as individuals should do about it. I say that society often changes opinions faster than people do. Having friends who think for themselves, not agreeing with me is perfect. I think I may be in love with society.

                    The ZEiTGEiST of LOVE to me is this drive to find a peace and closure between the past and the future. Wish me creative good luck. Next Chapter is on DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY.        

INDEXING and Why Monkeys Don't Point

INDEXING and Why Monkeys Don't Point


                    One of the most baffling aspects of human consciousness is the whole issue of linearity. And not just the sense of direction, with this most critical awareness we persist in mapping with instructions. Directionality, with what I call Perceptual Ordination, necessitates a language of easy usefulness. I am studying Tensor Algebra and Vector Calculus. A very necessary evil in the face of the possible good that can be found.

                     Indexing the elements in an array of directions is simpler than it sounds. I want to be able to map for the spins and rotations in handwriting. As someone who has struggled with improving my handwriting I love handwritten script. We don't just write, we illustrate. Our brains have this ability to not just point, but to do so with words. Our primate friends don't have the interest or means in telling stories that direct and lead. Our unique ability to guide and influence imaginatively adds to our profound sense of concern and transcendence.

                     But in the same way language can inspire and praise it can also condemn and mislead. Language isn't just instructions it is the actual war for the soul in all it's most meaningful expression. Languages are institutions. Well, as for our simian friends and all the other glowing critters in the world, maybe there is a language. But they aren't telling stories about the road to destruction or freedom. If they are, maybe we're to slow to listen.

                     I have this waking dream. A beautiful vision that won't be denied, I get chills when I read the stats on my blog. I am being lead to entertain you. I am being read in Russia. It seems to be starting in Russia. I've always wanted to write a love story to the unknown audience. All grandiosity aside, I get a clean start in a foreign country that I may never see in my short life. But yet my heart sings. If a "Nobody" like me can give guidance to those nearby, then how much greater are the lines of support we give to others at very great distances. If I am right, if this holds the ring of truth for you, then please pass it along. "The unbroken chain of affirmation guaranties the tradition of success."

                     Contrary to the myth, "Monkeys don't point." But I do. Do you?

Entering the Subjunctive

Entering the Subjunctive


                    Maybe this is what all the fuss is about, constructive fantasy. The little dreams that haunt me are supposed to stay in my head. I'm not supposed to be proving the existence of subordinate realities that coalesce to create the one true shared reality that we must learn to share today. Most of us are so biased as to believe that truth is "mine."

                    Why do brilliant nerds read comic books? (Well not all nerds. I find reality far more fantastic, and I'm not the only one.) The appeal of fiction is how it reflects, conforms and ultimately predicts fact. There are many who would say history is just the fantasy of dominance, the dogma of survivors. No wonder we want to indulge in the myths and legends of heroes. I believe that ghosts are memories that refuse to die. Try to disprove that, fact or fiction.

                    The book "THE WHITE GODDESS" by Sir Robert Graves, is a documentary history of Poetry. The radical tradition of letters and alternative history predates patriarchy. History too is a dynamic membrane formed by the coalescence of conflicting opinion biases. (I'm just a singer in a rock and roll blog?) My roll as a psychic sensitive is simply to preside over the dialog and conflicts resulting from the fantasy of language. Vague? A little. Dishonest? Hopefully never. I achieve nothing by avoiding. Unless my job entails telling people to go away, I would never want to have to lie to someone.
         
                     Now story telling is something else entirely. How may I enchant you without diminishing you. Fantasy is the key to the thought experiment. I can't ride light, but I sure can wonder. Physics for me is the ultimate mind game, I imagine, but it always takes me out of myself. Science is my fiction. A muse was never more fickle and unforgiving. I love "HER." And she only smiles knowing that I will never betray her lust for knowledge. Are you getting this?

                     I recently sent an E-mail to an architect where I said, "A cathedral cannot be built on lies." Of course I'm not referring to the falsities of religion. I was referring to the actual honest acceptance of gravity. The dialog revolves around the architectural "Art of deception." Nice idea. But as I've posited I am not an illusionist. I believe that deception is far too important to confuse with the related but very different phenomena of ignorance or naivete. I even believe that the real evil, if one exists, is not deception but censorship which is as often the result of ignorance, not deceit.

                     People give far too much credence to the notion of conspiracy as a real force of evil. Comforting fantasy. Or is it? This presumes a projection of actual intelligence. Don't get me wrong there is actual evil in the world, but it may be complacency. Were I to pretend that there were no history of abuse I would have to lie. But I would have to be equally dishonest to pretend that people don't want the lie to be the truth, hence the faith in banality. Maybe the church did try to keep us illiterate, but politically, it may have been nothing more than the complacency of rational cowardice. Politics as usual. As for my friend the architect, I hope he appreciates my bias toward the over use of the word deception.

                     Fantasy and creative thought only rises to the level of deception when there is the intent to deceive. I am not a liar, at worst I'm often wrong. But I never take peoples money or faith for granted. Thank you for you assistance.

Time for a Story of NO RETURN

                    As our semi swerved and fishtailed coming to an abrupt stop, I woke up in the cab sleeper. I could see by the flashing lights that there was a fuel tanker blocking the road. Steve had fallen asleep behind the wheel. We almost died in flames. But no, just close, no explosion. Steve kinda blamed me for not staying awake after telling him several made up bizarre stories. Sleepy bye bye stories that almost made us go boom boom. My stories made him skate down the highway, eyes closed, as truckers are reported to do from time to time.

                     When we got to a truckstop, Steve was still scared and pissed. He said, we almost died and asked me if I even cared? I said I was glad we were still alive, but if we had died, we wouldn't be around to care anyway, so what difference did it make. He accepted my logic but it was a small comfort. I was just a hitchhiker. Why should a nobody like me end up being the reason why Steve stopped driving all together. It would seem I'm not the only person who gets dangerous highway hypnosis, bad. Who would have thought that entertaining stories about aliens in flying saucers the size of dinner plates could end up so scary.

                      I had no comprehension that this was the beginning of a strange wonderful profoundly disturbing relation with one of the most brilliant amazing messed up people ever. Chance encounter with Steve meant life was on detour into the world of the unknown. No return.

SATURATION AND HUNGER The Divine Unity of Opposites

Saturation and Hunger,  The Divine Unity of Opposites                                                  June 18th, 2013


                     What is this hunger that drives me to create? And what of this membrane of distinctions that separates us and connects? What is this that I am creating that drives me to feel saturated, fed up, bored? What is this saturation that drives me to hunger for lost desires, to create, that youthful innocence that makes me crave not knowing again? Where is the innocence of desire?

                     Saturation and hunger are Biases, Polarities that motivate. The ability to understand the needs and wants of others is at the core of what we are as people. Appetites and aversions make us dynamic. I started with looking at ego hunger and saturation as being symptomatic of the human condition. As we strive for the approval of others we risk overexposure in our pursuit of power and achievement. When we become saturated with the excesses of our accomplishments we can loose feeling. Having what we desire does not always relieve desire, it just changes the things we want. (Let's look at Ego Hunger and Ego Saturation, i,e. Love me, Hate you.)

                      At my gym I see myself and the other guys posturing for a certain amount of recognition. Being a social club this is acceptable behavior within limits. When someone is saturated by the class struggle for fitness, trainers can become sadistic. The same can be true of the educationally saturated. Health and beauty, wealth and intelligence potentially can all be forms of conspicuous consumption. Just like in high school, trainers and athletes, the upperclass and the over-privileged can get conceited. Just being strong, beautiful, smart or rich doesn't make you happy. Youth and beauty fades, wealth is often wasted, and intelligence devalued, But strength of character can't be bought. Nor can integrity be taught, it can only be appreciated.

                     No where is it more obvious, than in the case of "CLASS" that is, if "Ignorance is Bliss," then, "Innocence is Beauty." Only an open heart can know the love of "Fellowship. We as people can share a common history of struggle and suffrage. Only through the convictions of our shared existence do we understand each others needs, hungers and dis-satisfaction. A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled. How much greater is the fulfillment of a shared accomplishment. But this is not how everyone feels. I have come to observe as many kinds of poverty as there are excesses. Gluttony can occur in the hyper-fit. Spiritual obesity plagues the pious. Arrogance and cruelty are the domain of the strong. Ugliness dogs the vain. For any virtue there can be vice. Even the word "class" can have conflicting meanings.

                     No where is it more obvious that personal differences of class dominate the social hierarchy. A person can have everything and all the successes of their winnings and still begrudge the wages of the humble. Class is inescapable, rich or poor. Yet class is the last refuge of the elite. Self indulgent people can be miserable even in wealth. Poverty is not just about money. I'm living on a starving nun's budget, yet my quality of life is better than I could have ever hoped for. I know many who want for what their money doesn't buy. I take pride in getting to refuse clients who try to buy me.

                     I find great satisfaction in knowing that the very things that make me happy are not important to everyone and that kindness is not a competitive sport.

                     

SPEAKING THE UNEXPECTED Or Why Sincerity Can't Be Faked

Speaking the Unexpected  and Why Sincerity Can't Be Faked                                                                                             June 15th, 2013


                    Most people are a little suspicious of psychics, as am I. I prefer working with moderate skeptics, if and when they are willing to play the game. It can be a very fun game and it seems to be most rewarding if I am allowed the courtesy of approaching clients with an open acceptance. I'm working within a dynamic of variable perspectives and biases. As a business transaction, Psychic reading is subject to all the same "Games Theories" as do any other business or human relation.

                    When I want to speak with you, I want to be able to pleasantly surprise you. I must work with your desire to look at uncertainty.  Generally, if I choose to read to someone who judges me for being a psychic, sometimes they can assume that I am narcissistically deluded. I'm surprised by the hostile arrogance of these understandably biased men. I think delusions only happen when people think they are never wrong. It sounds a lot like the very people who judge me so prejudicially. (That's my opinion.) I've been told I can sound arrogant. So I try to be sympathetic to a persons need to have firm opinions. No matter how biased. Yet that said, we are egotistical creatures for the most part, and the proof is in peoples insistance on remaining attached to an opinion, even when the evidence is to the contrary. I view this as an evasion, an ignorance, not as an active form of lying or deception.

                     "If it is black it can't be a swan." People, we have had an endless history of shared self deception, or as I prefer to call it, ignorance. I think that's why men resent me for taking the risk of knowingly accepting the possibility of being wrong. I'm not supposed to play with the so called "objective," truth. I'm expected to take myself seriously. I'm supposed be ashamed of myself for taking creative risks. I'm supposed to take sides and to behave predictably, according to the expected bias. I'm not supposed to indulge in the subjunctive fantasy play of obvious speculation with the emphasis on creative communication. Our Egos, for most part are a mixed blessing, sometimes right, sometimes wrong. But we are supposed to have too much pride to risk being wrong. All in all, how a person chooses to identify with themselves and their opinion biases can be a glaring omission of their real potential intelligence. In fact, I intend to prove that most people are much smarter than they have been told. How could we not notice each others reactions? How many times will I have to say it? "EVERYONE HAS BLIND SPOTS, AND EVERYONES BLIND SPOTS ARE DIFFERENT."

                     I will be presenting various proofs of where the analysis of information is a complementarity, the answer is still to be determined. I'll show you the books.        

Everyone has blindspots BIAS IS POLARITY

Everyone has blindspots   BIAS IS POLARITY                                                           June 13th, 2013


                    I have made clumsy bogus attempts at predicting the future. I'm bad at it. Fortunately I have friends who politely roll their eyes and groan when I say stupid stuff. Which is part of the reason I persist in pursuing my research into "Psychic Personality Inventory Readings." <Patent Pending> (Obviously I have some glaring blindspots.) I have been blessed by a prudent nature.

                    Analytically we can look at language as both : a continuous and a discreet media. The analytic allows me to use as many or as few words as possible. Words and their elementary parts are numbered and, are therefore, separate discreet elements. Every word, every letter has number. Each word, letter or punctuation, can be combined into variable sets of possible orders and arrangements.

                   Knowing that I am working with limited resources means, I know that I will often be wrong. Will I always be able to hit my target? Being able to get into somebodies head only works if both of us are ready for "it." People want me to open the books and read to them. It's not something I'm immune to. This allows me considerable freedom to carefully select words, sensitive to the responses of clients, friends and people in general. It is unadvisable to presume that I know what to say, The very exercise of psychic reading is  an opportunity, an experiment with uncertainty. It has been rather surprising how uptight and egotistical people are when it comes to bias, even with stuff that really isn't important.                                                                

                  What I can do for people as individuals fortunately holds up to scrutiny. What I do is fraught with risk. People do wonder and ask if I'm insane, corrupt or just foolish. I thrive on having to hold on to my professional ethics. Even if I'm right about what kind of hazard someone poses, I'm not made of stone. I too can delude myself with hunger, greed, lust, loneliness and hostility. Knowing what someone is going to do, doesn't make any difference if I can't change my behavior either. I have to be respectfully careful. Even vain people can have right values and ethics. There can be a lot of good in the bad person and bad things about every good person.

                    My teacher was someone who had spooky prophetic abilities that would give anybody paranoia. I myself can see where everything comes back together again, but that's probably why I'm just very depressed and not actually paranoid like my teacher. I can usually tell what someone is feeling. But even if and when I can tell what the future is going to be, I'ld rather not. My unusual gift is to be able take what is an unknown quantity, like the measure of a persons most inexpressible essence, and put it to a beat.  We all have our own rhythms and harmonies. I hate feeling that I'm just preaching to the choir.

                     My teacher would have me do voice training in his office. His secretary found it so strange, and even when Steve asked his secretary to come in and watch the proceedings, Patrick was not able to appreciate the scope of what transpired. Bringing awareness to expression is far more demanding and technical than most can understand. I would lapse into lyrical channeling. If I were to make a big deal about being able to clearly sing new as yet unpublished music (precognitive) and or to predict the next popular movie to be produced (compleet with sound track) I would sound ridiculous. So let's pretend I didn't just say that. Please.

                    But todays chapter is on blindspots and the resulting polarity that comes from each and everyones unique bias. Bias is like a hunger, our desires move and shape things. With our longings and awareness of "others," whether we like it or not, we comprehend the co-boundaries in our lives. When I dream with my eyes open and I feel like I'm sharing my body with someone else, every one is contemporary regardless of time frame. Do I experience a separate existence? When dreaming or awake, I can be other people at other times. What's that like? Polarity is central to understanding bias. Boys, Girls, Rich, Poor, Young, Old, Past, Present or distant Future.We perceive reality and are separate. Bias helps generate perspective, pro or con. We are in only one place at a time. Yet existence demands that we are aware of others points of view. <Projective Geometries of Perspective & Topology of Fibre Bundles>

PERCEPTUAL ORDINATION AND MAPPING THE META-PHYSICAL

PERCEPTUAL ORDINATION AND MAPPING THE META-PHYSICAL               June 7th, 2013


                    The evolution of language is propagated though ancestral lines. The meta-languages of ancient cultures did show remarkable similarities. The basic order and utility of early language was oral and therefore structured to be cohesive. The origins of magical thought arrives from the shared historiews of animism and ancestor worship. Positing a positive line of affirmation is central to all hierarchies. Family and community are no different. The "magic" of communication is in it's simple utility. Up, down. Right, left. In, out. Backward, forward. Etc. Boundaries, not barriers.

                     The unbroken chain of affirmation guaranties the tradition of success. (More on affirmation later.)

                     Being able to by analogy see the universe as a body, and the body as a universe is the transcultural commonality. Language is transcending barriers. Inside is reflected without. A friend today also said, "There may be as few as seven or eight spheres of contact in most peoples lives, at most." <Kabala 101>  {How many spheres of contact do you have in your life?} All are parts of a whole, and the whole is mirrored within each part, this is simple utility. Few things are easier to understand or easier to distort than the concept of a unity, large or small. Within each totality is an infinity, and many infinities there within each unity, each reflecting each other. Totalities within totalities.

                     More now on that perceptual boundary of communication between people. When I am talking to someone, in that moment you are the center of my universe. You can imagine why I don't want to waste time. In terms of systems analysis, the curvature of your surface boundaries function as the sum of all categorically grouped attention, thus identifiable as your personally defined perspectives of perception, (What you see is who you are.) In other words, I see your boundaries as defined by your representative particularities. And I can assure you, you are particular to me, as individuals and as groups.

The Fine Art of Cold Reading

The Fine Art of Cold Reading                                                                                            June 4th, 2013


                     One would have to be oblivious not to notice the effect of speaking out. This I believe is the key to understanding the fine art of cold reading. "May god grant me the gift to know how others see me."

                     Let's look at a model for the dissemination of information, as in influence. My teacher once said, "Communication is not a two way street." He was talking about how talking, writing and art are communication. This in no way is displacing the importance of listening or learning. He was just talking about the power of communicating "to" other people. Important distinction. Everyone today is told that their voice matters. This is true. Just notice how people react when we speak out.

                     But we are also mistakenly expected instead to just be listening and nothing could be more wrong. Being expected to always be listening is censorship pure and simple. The right of refusal demands that we just say no to being forced to be silent. Saying no to being told when to listen is communication. It is a right of assertion. Being able to say no is a right of affirmation. "It is the privilege of wisdom to listen." Not the obligation.

                     Example; Self expression is often just selfish, often achieving nothing. The bad child expects to be heard. How do we respectfully handle the BAD CHILD, "L'enfant Terrible'." Listening only goes so far. We have to make ourselves heard for the child's protection. At a certain point our communication fails. Sooner or later reality interviens. Consequences are real. The world communicates "for us," and it doesn't have to listen to us and our trivial complaints. To the contrary.  The charge potential is with the communication, along with the responsibility of asserting ones self. I'm not saying that the freedom that comes with honesty is easily understood, much less unpunished. But I am telling you that you may have come wanting to listen. Hopefully it's because of you're concerns. If you do listen I hope I wont be wasting your time. That is the power of your communication. You have the right of refusal, to tell me when you are not listening.

   > > > > >   The power that a good communicator exudes is really hot. Power sucks like a vacuum.
                     "All things gravitate to power. Especially "POWER"."

                     Power is the lifeline of information, and communication is the currency.

                    Putting my research out here for people to read is like sticking my tongue in a light socket while having wet feet grounding me to a metal floor, it's shocking. The hostility can just pour in. But I think it is flattery when people stoop to condescend.

                    Cold Reading is a fine art because it involves communicating. One way. Like a good painting by someone who is dead, art communicates. If I let myself get bogged down by what someone is trying to intentionally say to me, I may loose the ability to honestly communicate. I don't need validation. I may need the protection of being free from distracting expectations, other peoples opinions can often be very oppressive. Censorship is mocking. Feedback is often good in business but it can be very bad for the free flow of uninhibited expressions of faith, whatever they may be. It should be your right to decide for yourself whether or not you are going to be listening. Communicating is from you to whomever chooses to listen.

                    Please forgive me for being as honest as I know how. This is not another semantics argument. Thanks again if you are able to be receptive to what I'm writing about. If you are reading this, I will predict that you too will be called upon to have to speak out as the authority on your own rights. Good luck on knowing your own receptive audiences. They can be hard to find. People should not be expected to listen. We deserve to be rightfully inspired, and for only the right reasons. Otherwise the only reason we should have to listen to people who don't listen themselves is because we may need to protect ourselves from others who have been dis-informed themselves. Usually a person who can "not" listen, has had their own boundaries violated by someone who exploited them by censoring their need for free expression. (More on the linguistics of violated boundaries later.)

To Some of Us Code is Poetry

To Some of Us Code is Poetry                                                                                          June 2nd, 2013



                     What is the code? It is obvious that opinion biases has both hindered and driven our societies dialogs. Our language has been taken hostage. What good is freedom of speech? My work follows the dissemination of information. The conversation goes on. But as far as my writing goes, it seems sometimes I might as well be writing in code.

                     As is appropriate to good conduct, I have a responsibility and ethics as a service worker. Thus I prefer working with a willing and therefore receptive audience. Invariably I often notice peoples behavior when they hear I am a Professional Psychic. I'll laugh too right along with them, and then I will reiterate my assertion about being the real deal. This is a most diabolically efficient cold reading I can get as their behavior is unplanned. People have told me I seem really intelligent, except for that psychic thing. When we are confronted by the unexpected we tend to react. People give out a lot of information about themselves especially when we are just being ourselves. So I don't care one way or the other how people identify themselves. This is one of those opinions that can go either way, no matter how much people obsess about thinking they are right and then therefore the other person is supposed to be misinformed.

                     Generally I might want to think that I can warn people that they are going under the microscope. I am not doing this as a phony ploy to get attention. I believe in the integrity of not being just another believer. I know I do my job best if I don't try to be offering advise to people. I trust people to take their own initiative, to ask questions for themselves. I'm not interested in trying to control the person or whether or not they believe me. Credibility is nice but I'ld rather earn the respect than to have peoples praise for being the best psychic they have ever been to.  Quotation:  Aliester Crowley,  "I hate the consoled and I hate the consoler."  I believe it is wrong to tell people what they should think, no matter how tempting, especially if it's just to make them like me. I am not another snake oil merchant selling spiritual solace. I not going to lie just because. Most psychics are not as well trained and educated as I am and a result I'm outstanding in my field. All alone in expertise, I love this business.