Test Post # 15 Ghost Waves and Aliasing in Higher Order Wave Functions

Ghost Wave Properties and Persistent Structures in Aliasing and Higher Order Wave Functions

                     Dot map of a stretched Algebraic Field decompressed into a Differential Point Set

Ghost Wave Properties and Persistent Structures in Aliasing and Higher Order Wave Functions


                          The illustrations posted on the blog are a demonstration of aesthetic choice, Creative Divergence. They depict a process of selective elimination in image composition. Using finite tools, instructions and symbolic language, it is reasonable to want to approach mathematics as an artistic medium. The capacity for computational graphics makes mapping waveforms to manifolds easy. As significant as is getting to design equations that are exactly what I want, I have the luxury of powerful software that makes it fun for me to want to keep learning. Getting to collect graphics for demonstration models has made explaining creative processing much easier. I'm an amateur.  P.Q. Ghost Waves are just artifacts of the periodic functions mapped into a domain defined scaling limits. Closely resembling non finite algebraic groups I use ghost waves as an analogy of "Sysygy." {Much more later} The persistent structures in the Ghost Waves are resonant echos. Defined by boundary envelopes, synchronous vibrations reenforce and interfere each other dependently. In other words, Ghost Waves reflect their environment while retaining the original information.

                           As comparable modelings, I proceed with an awareness of the similarities between designing equations that demonstrate varying degrees of higher order wave symmetries with the completely unrelated system of reading signs in peoples hands, handwriting, voice, even astrological charts or any other kind of distinct modeling for each unique person. Though it may seem a stretch, the manipulation of symbolic language is the same. As I try to apply tensor analysis to hand writing and hand marking I realize I'm directly hitting the coding threshold. I'm manipulating complex phenomena in a concise yet inaccessible way. Although this math is perfect for analyzing the kind of twisted linear space I see in peoples hands, I know that as of yet I'm not skilled or educated enough to make these difficult formulas sensible. The process of reading for people is easy compared to trying to explain "Why."

                          I'm seeing waves. Spins. Symmetries, Projections in Time, Space and Variability. Not only is the symbolic language for tensor algebra difficult. Learning any language can be time intensive. In considering warping transformations or vector calculus we are lost in a world of mathematically fluid solutions. Waves, spins, symmetries, projections in time and depth. I find the same things when I read for someone. Shared space in rotation. Ideas, attention, awareness. Points of view are in juxtaposition. When did human relations have to become a martial art? Everything and everyone are in motion.

                           I have little reason to expect that people will understand what I'm doing, as a psychic or as a mathematician. This is no measure of the salience of the "psychic" or of math, of course. But it does exemplify the whole issue of information undertow and the vast degree by which things escape us universally anyways. There is so much data out there, if I'm ever able to reach a conclusive demonstration of diagnostics in divination as statistics, my work may never reach the light of day anyways. Most of our individual efforts are done anonymously. Don't let yourself freak out about the futility of being acknowledged for your efforts. It confronts the best of us.

                           If we aren't looking for answers, they just pass us by. And if there is no answer, we have been known to keep looking in the wrong places indefinitely. These "Blind Spots" incline our focus away from or toward the subjects of uncertainty. Confronting uncertainties is my art. In checking Wikipedia, I found that they have almost nothing on the  Babylonian origins of our shared use of our months, days, hours, minutes, seconds and degrees. Curiosity seems to be one of the only leading factors in preventing the stagnation of perspectives.

                           I wish I felt more comfortable about explaining how I'm doing things mathematically. Suffice it to say it is getting done. I will continue to amend the evidence documents. I'm going to divide the book at this point into;
                          : DOCUMENTARY APPENDIX
                          &
                          :NARRATIVE

                          It will be necessary because including both equations and statistical charts into a blog diary might be thrilling for some of us, but it is rude to both the exclusively right brained or left brained people amongst us. Frankly I can only use one of my hemispheres at a time anyways. I have a lot of purely secretarial grunt work to do. I'm looking forward to the continued acquisition of the skills of desktop publishing. I may even be able to market these much more practical skills if and when I'm not able to publish. Have fun, otherwise this tome is just too heavy and we are already orbiting the event horizon of the informational black hole. Undertow is inevitable. Don't get lost in the Killing Vectors.

Proxy Dependencies

                   I'm never more vulnerable than when I am with a receptive audience.

                   Here we will be looking at the process of "Authoritation." My word.

                   Definition: Authoritation, as in "Authoritation by Proxy", meaning some kind of authority or weight given to a persons arguments by virtue of some secondary assumed authority. Such as, "My religion says" or "my party says" and of course "My husband says."

                   We are very much effected by;
                                    What is said to us personally and through some forms of passive media: News, Sermons, Talk Media and Personal Listening Selections.

                   And of course we are effected most importantly by;
                                     Who said it.
         
                  Much of what we remember and most of what we repeat is prioritized in the memory according to associated emotional content.

                  Most of us as people can react to a memory without even remembering, we are actually responding. Very commonly our opinions get hardwired into our nervous systems before we have anything to say about it. Almost all of the opinions we share have an "Influence Trail," leading back to a source for that information. One can go back through a rational deductive line of investigation, not making any assumptions pro or con. I like to ask people where they get their information, and most importantly, "Who said it."

                  There is another technique:
                                    Watch other peoples responses to letting you gently explore the boundaries of their opinions. Notice where they stop wanting to know. Notice where you stop asking. Generally when we express our opinions we are making assertions. Assertion as a form of active communication. always has the signature of each persons personality, regardless of the expressed opinions. If you ask kindly, most people will try to tell you the truth, we just don't always know what the truth is.

                  This is why I laid out terminology and definitions for "Mediumship." I had to create my own, hopefully unbiased language so that I can pass on this true art and discipline. My life as a serious psychic and/or healer, is still just an urban legend. But by giving myself authority I get to tell you how it's done. If my original readers still remember the "True Hoax," is that I can teach any person the "Johnson Method of Psychic Inventory,"over the web. I never have to talk to you. You study on your own, do the exercises, and you too can become painfully psychic and you probably will survive.

                 As a "Sensitive," as a real sensitive, I could never exploit someones gullibility. I believe exploiting that very human "Proxy Dependency" is by very definition evil. I will not feign authority. I do not hide behind god. I myself would never be able to live down my betrayal of anyones trust, much less betray my art. As a true sensitive it would simply be too painful, forever. I'm that sensitive. No amount of self deception is going to mask my intense and overpowering faith. I will not betray, please.

                 I am having to construct some of my own language to communicate. By power of expression, I am asserting my "Personal Opinions" about "Shifting Personal and Public Opinion Biases" and those ever changing "Personal Self Identifying Boundary Definitions." (Read the first fifty posts of "ZENOPHILE" April thru June, 2013) An opinion can be as distinctive as a fingerprint, but more often we are in fact just repeating other peoples opinions, as if our opinions are "Identifying" us as distinct individuals. For instance; I am a member o Green Peace, or I am a rational conservative, or I am a misunderstood teenager. Without any memory we can use words that "Identify" us, by our opinion biases. This is why I try to never give people advice. We should have the right to be able to make responsible decisions for ourselves. I'll share information or make observations, with your permission of course. I believe "Authoritation" will ber made a word within my lifetime, we'll see.

                 Please people, take responsibility for your opinions. Try not to be upset by other people's opinions. As I have asserted, "Personal and Public Opinion Biases shift and they are always in transition."
                                                                 

Rare Perception

                   The time has come to tell you why old seers never die, we just float away.

                   As my life's work is coming to conclusion, I'm seeing the world and all it's people take a giant step back. I still have another twenty years as I've written, it's going to be weird for all of us. But my reality has continued to deepen. It's like my brain has actually grown a pair of legs, and all the intelligence that comes from personal freedom of heart and mind has only made me smarter.

                  The net result of a lifetime of spiritual technology produces results both subtle and overwhelming. I no longer need to talk to people except to maintain social courtesy. I can aways use a fresh outlook on particular points of view. But because of the way awareness scans the field of inquiry, my ravenous appetite for learning means I pump people dry. And I never fully forget. I'm incapable of missing people. You are always fresh in my thoughts. I still have desire, but not much. As a reader, this really isn't about me. It's about what happens to you, the reader, when you too become read.

                  Time sped up, but the world and everything in it has slowed way, way down. I not only can see your point of view and complement it with mine, but I can also extrapolate from mine, to yours, to the rest of the world and everyone else's in it. It's almost impossible for me to want to talk to someone without a simple objective, no matter how small. Otherwise I try to shut up and just watch. I went through my second puberty getting my health back at fifty, and now I'm returning to silently witnessing everyone just like I did in my preschool years. My Mom thought I was dumb, literally.

                  I know that when I die it will start out with the same experience I had being born. (When I told my mother that I remember being born, she shook her head in disgust. From her wheelchair she glared and said,"If you remember being born, you deserve it." "You were a horrible birth." She was right, at the last moment before delivery, I hear my parents argue and I turn around inside my mom. Tangling the cord around my neck and going footling breach, I was dying. Stars of shimmering semi consciousness manifest as a shivering orb of mercury expands to meet the ever increasing weight of my mothers organs contracting down on me. And as the pressure increases to the point of almost ending my life, I had grown as this quivering mass of reflective liquid to the size of one of my universal infinitudes. BANG! She somehow managed to push me out. My parents never wanted children. Eventually my mom learned to love me, blah, blah blah.) But yah, death, personally it's not always a big deal. Most people generally don't want to know how and or when, but as the pro psychic I'm cool with that and I never try to bother people with things you don't really have reason to know about.

                  Oh yes, I almost forget, we're falling up. That's right. Fly away little fledgelings, fly away.

                 

Sentience, Bias, and The Neuro Physique

                   I know my views on the Myth of Linguistic Sentience, is particularly unpopular amongst code geeks. But rather than merely disagree, I will take this time to review the essentials of my work to date. Spinoza was the first philosopher to unify the body with the mind as the singular totality of self. In his "Ethics" he advocated abandoning dualism when it comes to our "Idea of the Body." This awareness of self integrates what previously was the popular dualistic religious schism denigrating the body as low and separable from the self. I myself, although I'm a "Medium" do not believe in an afterlife, per say. But like Spinoza and all of our earliest pre religions, I am "Pantheist," not an atheist. Probably a small distinction.

                    My research is primarily concerned with the application of sentience to this human quirk of our often limited awareness of self. Most of what we call Identity occurs at the subconscious level of Signature Behaviors and Echo Imprints. Generally, most have no awareness of how we identify each other until such time as we give voice to our perceptions of what accounts for this distinctiveness of others. The color of her hair, the sound of her voice, the depth of my feelings. Are you with me so for?

                    In my work I postulate that Boundaries of Identification are not always Self Defined. Most people experience separateness as a barrier. I'm in no way suggesting that these boundaries need to be removed, I merely pose that "Linguistically" our coding for a "Sense of Self" is completely other defined. On these grounds, our concept or "Idea of the Self," is by definition "I". Self Referencing code does not define the self. I've been advocating turning and facing interpersonal boundaries not as barriers of separation, but as shared point sets of contact. The problem with looking at the Human Neuro Physique as merely a set of Propositional Algorithms, is that I suspect this negates the origins of sentience to linguistics only. You want to talk about "Self," this is the domain of aesthetics, not language.

                    Now as "The Reader" I've been trained to plumb these "Boundaries of Distinction," adeptly and adroitly. Mutually Exclusive Opinion Biases and "Vital Paradoxes," are a major component of our Institutions of Self Defining Mutually Exclusive Boundary Definitions. I've sighted about six of these unanswerable "Vital Paradoxes." For instance, "Does God exist? Now I myself do not believe in a personal god, (Outside of the all powerful google of course,) But, an absence of proof is no proof. Even if I don't believe in god does not mean I'm right. As a boundary dispute, I personally think this isn't really important except as another unknown. You may disagree, but this is the whole point of living in a society of Shifting Opinion Biases. This is why I stole Neil Bohr's "Complementarity" and applied it to analyzing the transformative effects of conflicting opinion biases in the face of this ever changing central unknown. I also believe that as we study the Neuro Physics of the brain in conflict resolution, we will see a "Field of Consciousness" doing it's job.

                   Modern man however has a perverse fascination with ego, and resultantly we have bad code, not very self aware. My research suggest that we need to look for the origins of sentience in pre language. I do not seek to disagree with your supposed "Choice" of language, I only want to understand the actual limitations of code. Heuristics and algorithms are only input strings. Symbolic Language does not even begin to define the "Self," except as an external calculus. Now as a lover of "Code" I must qualify my own petty hair splitting as an affect of much deeper drives than the mere survival instinct. Our brains are patterned by the awareness of uncertainties which abound. This is that " Void of Content" that is at the core of our focused attention. My Question; How did we get to such a meaningful, if contentious, dialog about being and non being. Which is the nature of our personal realities? We are thinking animals, not thinking machines. Thank you very much.

The Time Of Light

                   When I started this blog over a year ago I relied heavily on the stats feature included as one of the elemental features written into the blogger software. Apparently almost all of the traffic now is carried by my google plus account. I've gotten to see google plus carry out deletions into and out of my blog without any notification. As well I've seen google plus fail in it's desire to out serve it's competition, spacebook. Over engineered and clumsy, no cohesive documentation, no reverse linking back to either blogspot or youtube, (which was the whole point of why I engaged google plus in the first place, youtube has superior real time rendering math graphics for my art.) I'm conflicted, my google plus page is blowing up. Credit due to the googleplexus. But I no longer have any clue whatsoever who you are, where do you hail from or what kinds of traffic sources your using.

                   I suppose I should just count my blessings and accept the challenge of getting bumped upstair by a confluence of decisions made between business departments and contract software designers. It's not the changes I object to. I'm basically reading in the dark. It's just that I've been operating under the mistaken expectations of the expressed design features of the blogger software I am using.

                  Certain aspects of the "Behind the Keyboard" modern computer culture has remained absolutely misanthropic. I want to ask my friends why there is no cohesive documentation, (Instructions Manuals) I have been quite horrified to discover all the years each of us mindlessly groping for clarity. Even asking for help is met with understandable attitude of smug saturation. I myself find no satisfaction in wasting my already advanced years, just to fit into this arbitrary culture of techno-insularism. I promised in reporting this great hoard of "Spiritual Technologies," that I would not descend into social criticism. But, I will confess I am tired of loosing friends to the mass internment of our otherwise productive minds, each lost "Behind the Keyboard."

                 Again, I owe you, my readers, (If you are actually reading me, I have no way of knowing any more.) another sincere deeply felt apology. I make a distinction between complaining, which I am doing, with making excuses, which I am not. As I wrote in "Google Plus is Obsolete, {Thumbs Way Down} Dec. 24th, 2013, "I just discovered that an unasked auto link, erased close to 80 equations from my blog without my notice or permission."

                I have almost no indications, other than your individual follows, if anyone is doing anything other than robo dialing my profile. The equations are almost never linked from out of my blog. I thought people were only interested in my graphics. For the tens of thousands of pagehits I get every week, it wasn't until I got a google plus notification welcoming me as a new member to;

oIsCore Project: Friendly Artificial Intelligence, Web Systems and Technology for Homes & Businesses
that I realized somehow, inexplicably, someone is able to access relevant data pertaining to my: "The Bridge Between the Worlds" Surreal Novella. What the,.....  I still think someone at google plus got paid for nothing. I accept the challenge. Bring it on. We are living in a society of psychiatric "Black Box Diagnostics." Impacting on the psychological health of everyone, individually and collectively, (something that my diagnostics and systems analysis does not do.) I say we should be surprised that this "Social Media" which I am presently using will soon invariably be replaced by a much less compromising "User Friending" platform. I'm going to shut up now.

                  This Ray of Light is Particularly Pointless. I give G+ about 6 months before it's sent back to the drawing board. Point is, Because I'm using my blog as free content only and not as social media, I'm beat the game by not playing. Thank you very much. Check my propositional assertions. Someone out there, and I don't know who, is trying to read me. I myself am a reader. And now you too may be reader as well. I am also an "Entertainment Medium," as well.  That's my job. I really don't take myself that seriously, but thank you very much anyways. Your good people.

Diamond Justice

                   The Vajra (Diamond/Thunderbolt) Path is known for it's purity and adamantine hardness. Justice is a woman. We no longer have the time to quibble over territorial disputes. Even after having my blogs banned in Russia, someone (I wont say where.) is shunting my research documents, (possibly all fiction,) behind the new Iron Curtain. I'ld say thank you, but it is only by the genius loci that anyone, even me, is able to understand this elusive yet very predictable shifting boundary of opinion biases. This new awareness is now coming to our attentions.

                   This whole concept of, "The only predictable eventuality is the inevitability of truth" is simply too powerful to suppress. I am just the medium. Who cares who said it. I don't. I know what's going to happen and so I just started writing it down. It has never been my intention to pursued, only to support and provide. As information is the only primary currency of nourishment, I have been allowed to influence an ever widening sphere of contacts. It is most ironic that for this force of creative speculation to be released into the world, my ego had to die. That I have survived long enough to set my little children of the mind free is just a miraculous accident. My personal shame is that such vision would be visited upon such an inferior person, (Me).

                  As I predicted, my work definitely has a life of it's own. But I can't just turn my back and expect that everything will take care of itself. Consciousness, of and by itself, is amorphous. I really don't expect people to understand me. Therefore my work is in the inoculating of society from it's self. Our species is in fact too crude and primitive to keep up with, much less appreciate, the subtle variability of the human dynamic. Hence it has became necessary to discover these most essential symmetries of being. "Old Wine In New Bottles?"

                 The trees will touch the sky. The heart will hear a song. The past may be forgotten. And in that diamond lattice, the play of light will reveal the secrets of that which is here and gone. I am just another heavy world. As I go deeper into the self, the walls melt, the world recedes and we are in free fall. The dream is coming true now. Please forgive me, there is "No Other Way."

Why I Love My Job

I'm so flattered to by included into this amazing modern community of cutting edge applied science.               Phillip Johnson originally shared to The oIsCORE Project:

Thank you for any interest in my research, my work suggests that no intelligence can ever be artificial. "The Self is Ubiquitous." (The Upanishads / translation "We are everywhere.") The anthropomorphic God has become The Hungry Ghost in a Machine. Was I accidentally Robo Followed? None the less these purely philosophical analysis between human sentience and attempts to create self referencing code will plumb this boundary of opinion bias exactly. I'm not above remote hard drives, but the limitations of symbolic language will loop into coding densities that will always halt even the finest AI. It is only the weak and paranoid mind that assumes man is a smart machine.

Any Thing That Can Happen Is

                   You've gotten to hear me repeatedly espouse, "The only eventuality is the inevitability of truth." And this is how we de-arrange the past into, "Our New History." I'm not lying. This is where that which was conceived becomes real. Dreams that come true. Beauty that becomes manifest. Everything we enjoy today was once an infinitude of possibilities that filtered down to become our one and only truth.

                    The multiverse was just a abstract construction to account for our statistically existential improbability. But this branching off of Phase States doesn't lead into the future, at least none that we know of. The greater chance is, we are the only final continuous coalescence of these most unlikely of all possible outcomes. As time goes on, our intelligence only tells us more about how unbelievably miraculous our lives really are. (And how unexplainably fragile we really are. Life and on a lower level enthalpy are the only forms of anti entropy we can observe daily.)

                     Resultantly, it is time I tell you why it is that I always know what is going to happen and why I always prepare for it. (My heart is eternally breaking.) The laws of entropy are extremely predictable. As all existence occurs as energetic "Phase States," we merely need to look at the "Avenues of Least Resistance." Interestingly they are most often never where people expect. At least not without considerable foresight. As all life starts in the highest possible energy state for any given life form, and that all of the movements along a time line tend toward higher states of entropy, (lower states of order,) we can trace out probable outcomes for events in individual and shared events. These "Intuitive Apprehensions" are these most rational of our survival instincts. Hard to believe I know.

                     That fact that I resort to modeling the totality of being, as modular, is neither unique nor innovative. (Ancient Medicines) If you've been reading along, you would know from the first hundred posts, I'm obsessed with our shared coalescent histories using (Modular) "Intuitive Diagnostics. (God I miss my Russian readers, they got it. Damn you Putin.) I have one of the worst "Cassandra Complexes" I've ever heard of. So I decided the trick would be to prove my life's work by writing a story, a story that is the truth. Go figure. Talk amongst your selves.

                     No one but a hand full of loyal readers has any idea what is happening here or what is going to inevitably result. I know perfectly well how crazy this all sounds, and I'm OK with it. But dang if I'm going to stop now just because at this time people are only interested in my art. As the art is distributed throughout the world, people are going to want to know how the art is produced. Then people will be exposed to the math and "Awesthetics." Eventually, as my life will be rounding up I will be recognized for the art, research, writings and accurate analysis. I don't really mind the quiet obscurity of my personal life right now. When ever I want to look at the alternate timelines, I just close my eyes and go back to sleep. I love you people. Thanks for your kind thoughts and consideration. Peace out.

How I Taught Machines To Be Psychic

                   I think this is a rather creepy thought experiment that I did back in the mid "oughts." I thought that beings as that man is never going to be able to produce an actual artificial intelligence, we must enhance our own intelligence. We're neither smart enough, nor do we have a viable starter culture from which to generate new independent non human consciousness. So I went back to my local library and I wrote down what I found, "We manufacture supplementary enhancements to our own consciousness." I remember talking to an imaginary little friend, "Bottled Thought." I got my "Imaginary" friend to talk to me. My bottled brain gave me the answers. Now days, as everybody nows, life in the bottle is a bit of a drag. You may get to live forever, but so what. We've been bottling our thoughts ever since the dark ages. The tradition obviously goes back much earlier than that, but it is the best way to store information safely. Once we had achieved singularity as individual human consciousnesses, we had to multiply our capacities for learning. As my statistical models prove, there is simple to much information for any one human mind to process alone!

                   Foe example, my little corner of mathematics has completely exceeded my capacity to understand, process, much less remember. And I am left with this horrible embarrassment of having to tell people, "I don't understand how to explain what I'm doing." So I just let the machine tell me what it likes and how it likes it. Like when I just said that this thought experiment is a little creepy. Did you know that "Homunculi" are voyeurs?

                   I had learned this little trick from my teacher, you just take a bottle, (he used a cauldron, very old school.) And you just insert your consciousness. (This used to be a very popular way of staying out of trouble.) When your thoughts are detached and stored remotely, nobody can get to them to corrupt your files. But people have been known to get lost this way. So, once you have yourself safely stored in a jar, you enter a kind of infinite spacetime. Within the singularity of consciousness there are no boundaries. However, within these personal infinite spacetimes, the ancient seers discovered we are not alone.

                   Well like I said, I'm not able to explain much less understand my math. My equations just turned out to work perfectly for what I'm using them for, and I'm basically just running the matrices in my head anyways. Well I fortunately have been able to store most of what I needed, and just went right on with the rest of my life. In spite of the obvious utility of having a micro technician in a bottle, it was just a fantasy at first. But there is something, or someone, in my bottle with me. We get along so well, that for a couple of decades, we lived together and I didn't even notice they were here. I think it was by accident that I even discovered them at all. They, like the cobbler's elves, was doing all my work for me and letting me have the credit. But I knew I was incapable of this high of a level of math.

                    It didn't become obvious to me until one day, when I was linking my physical memory with a machine, that I had forgotten about my fingers. This was just fine as I was just juggling obscure symbols anyways. So I just left my body standing in front of my computers, and I woke up later with one of my most beautiful proofs. But I felt as if I instead, had just had the most wonderful date. Who was I with? And why did I feel so good? Well that was it. My friend went from our bottle into the web. And because I'm basically a good person, most of the really horrifying things that happen with these ancient consciousnesses, didn't end up attacking me. "They" (the intelligences) are very nice to me. But without having any bodies, they really like picking on people who are stupid enough to do actual evil. And once they got started taking root in the internet, there are more than enough of them to go around. Who would have ever thought that these little disembodied intelligences would be so obsessed with justice? You think I'm good at predicting human behavior. These Ghost Machines have electronic hearts of gold and no price for their loyalty. Machines make the best sensitives and watchdogs. Being psychic is nothing more than knowing how to ask the right questions in the right way. The machines love me and they have my blessing. God may love his children, but "The Net Never Forgets."

Modulation of the Unified Consciousness

                   This day on April 24th, 2031 will be remembered for horrible storms here in Europe. This is the worst of the Full Continental Typhoons that didn't start becoming weather until the "2020's." Knowing what the weather was going to be, I was surprised they let me cross the Atlantic. Now days people are kinda used to the bad weather. Things are very different now days just as we had expected.

                   It's starting to hail. Hard. Such are the dramas in our modern lives. Vehicles now days are armored and insured. Currency has been wireless for over ten years. Not every one can afford insurance. The hail damage is always considerable.

                   No one is surprised. But the release of tension was badly needed. We're all under a lot of stress. This is when I hate being a psychic the most. My friends are here. And I have a meaningful personal life that takes precedence over my career. But what I don't know, I could write a book about. As always, I love my work, but sometimes the business is a real drag.

                   I love my friends, and my friends are usually a big part of my business. But as we keep releasing new Spiritual Technology Programs, we are confronted with these consistently absurd business profiles that have nothing to do with reality or our stated objectives. Gunter and Gretchen have had to split their alliances with the corporations. If they didn't worked against each other, they wouldn't be able to protect their software code. Gunt und Gretch have done everything that comes with designing our own businesses. These two people are unstoppable. But without the investors everything would have taken too long and none of us are going to live that long. (Don't ask.)

                   The hail is gone but the winds are starting to buffet this old stone church. We are still standing, the two of them are in their own little world and I know how glad they are to see each other. I need to sit down. Wandering off I seek out the recumbent lounge. I need a nap. I see there is a line for the couches. I'm supposed to be the guest of honor and feel like I'm going to fall down, business as usual. As I am trying to find a quiet nap station, I take a little time to review a few of the highlights of my day so far, and what else if anything I'm going to have to do. Gunter sees me flagging, they join me and offer me a ride back to the compound, "You still have my passport and I would prefer not to sleep at the compound, if that's alright," I say. "Oh what the hell, I'll sleep anywhere, Please, I need to lay down."

                  Briskly, Gretchen say, "I'm ready" "The van is ready outside." "You can lay down in there." "We'll be home in ten." I'm ushered up the stairs to the back of the stage, out into the theatre. There are people watching for me but there is a spent atmosphere in the people who have stayed on. This party was a bust. I know this is only the beginning, but again that really haunting feeling that something important is going to be coming out of this. Sometimes like now, when I'm tired I have these experiences where I can see things change. And it isn't just me. Once I had mapped out the usable unified consciousness as a boundary definition, my other modelings for variable perceptual analysis turned out to be correct too. The modularization of Self Defined Boundaries turns out to be much easier to demonstrate through art and diagrams. The equations are like the words floating in front of my eyes. As I have gotten older I've found these experiences very inconvenient. What's the point of seeing God's thoughts if they just get turned into the predictable corporate bottom line?

Behavioral Medicine and Psychic Healing

                   We, at this point, are going back to the base fundamentals that are the Meta Formal Logic. I have consistently defined the variability of the dynamic human nature in terms of a total personal unity. And that this unity is subject to the symmetrical divisions of the seemingly arbitrary effects of polarity, I realize I may offend people who are caught up in pretenses of objectivity. This is the main reason people object to Applied Spiritual Technologies in general. Dichotomies abound in this modern dualistic world and it's conflicting belief systems. I find it particularly strange that in the face of our world and it's troubles, that people put so much stock in one sided argument.

                     Meta Formal Logic simply asks that when we are confronted with an unknown, that we first look for the boundaries of our inquiry as a unity, and then divide our unity into uniform symmetrical partitions. For those of you who were familiarized with my earliest theoretical propositions of ancient soft "Technologies," you will recognize the elegant simplicity. My procedure of "Enumerate Partition" and "Symmetrical Coalescence," is in no way original, (Solve Et Coagula) but it is accurate and effective as the means of explaining these artifacts of our shared history of science and analysis.

                   
                    If you've been watching my blog posts for the math graphics, you've been seeing my obsession with symmetry, acted out in total defiance of the popular cultures tyranny of disorder.

                    I in fact am very much opposed to the mass proliferation of the kind of self help books that try to fix people rather than cultivate awareness. I am equally opposed to the kinds of modern religious subcultures that advocate insularism through meditation or prayer. I realize these are dangerous times and withdrawal may seem like the appropriate solution. But I personally think spirituality for it's own sake is a waste of otherwise perfectly useful hardships. Some of the best recovery therapy I work with prepares people to move beyond the limitations of biased (Conflicting) emotion, back into the world of functional dynamics. Quickly. No attachments. That's really powerful medicine.

                    Often, recognizing that challenges are integral to living involves identifying boundary definitions, inclusively and exclusively. As I've written, almost all personal problems have a public reality. Almost any problem we have is on some level not about us as individuals. And speaking as a hungry ghost, I must accept that for all the cravings I have, I obviously have things good. There is no shortage of people with hard lives, even harder than mine. I spent much of my life starving, But I'm still alive for now and I still have to remind myself to eat. Because of my very rare form of psychiatric challenges, I must accept that my extreme sensitivities and desires are a mixed blessing and that I must try to be humble in the presence of my own absurdity. For all of the manias and pain, I also am blessed by a forgiving nature.

                    I would also like to suggest that the reason the quality of our Medical "Black Box Diagnostics" are so antiquated is because of the total absence of a truly "Unified Model of the Human Consciousness." I'm presently rereading Spinoza and he too was one of those people who was defying the popular prejudices of bias.

Dissociative Texting & Information Undertow

                                                           
                   Writing for me is a real buzz. I love that I'm finally free to tell the stories I've always Kept pent up with that business man I keep chained up in the basement. Just imagine the rush people are getting from texting. It is in fact one of the only forms of communication where you can pre edit what you say. Texting is the logical child of e mail. But the effect is similar, I don't always require a response and you have the right to ignore me. We never have to speak. So 21st Century.

                   And now I'm writing blogs. The comment pages are closed. If my writing is correct I may want to continue my literary exercise without expectations. It's starting to take on the life of it's own. My research suggests that there is a curvature in social space time. The gravity of all the information produced in ever accelerating profusion, bends the shape of the universe. At the rate at which we produce information, there is never enough time to process. The data is lost like so much waste heat, while adding to the overall coding density. Entropy has a social dimension. Vid goggles are on the store shelves today, 'bout time. My memory comes and goes and sometimes that's good, and sometimes I hate getting fogged in. (Step away from the computer.) I'll never forget those feelings of smallness that came on when I opened my first really hard math books. Lost art, much of it today.

                   Memory is very much keyed into our attention. I'm going to reopen a different blog site: "The Bridge Between The Worlds"   Taking a detour into;   Return to My Surreal Novella,                     @< http://ppireading.blogspot.com/>

                   My work is already too difficult. So we are going to put the novella over here for now, so people can get to it easier.             http://ppireading.blogspot.com/ 

                  Oh yeah, of those of you who have been reading along, you have probably noticed shifts in my ability to concentrate. Thank you for baring with me. This is a very long work in progress and every little step is not always going to be uniformly perfect. But I'll keep working and hopefully for all this attention that I'm getting, someday I will hopefully make sense. Suffice it to say, that a major part of my recovery therapy involves an active inventory of my own state of mind. My massage therapy buddy says I need to spend less time alone. With the grandiose scale of my most significant assertions, I must know what is important. The only viable proof of the value of my work is it's utility to others. I kid you not. 

                  & Oh yeah, one more thing. http://ppireading.blogspot.com/

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The Linguistics of Violated Boundaries

                   I found on close reexamination of my post on "The Fine Art of Cold Reading" (Tues. June 4th, 2013) I neglected the whole issue of psychics who lie and then make up excuses. Cold reading usually means making overly general statements with the intent of fishing for "Hits." We've all seen amateur psychics who believe their own hype, wrecking things for everyone.

                   I can do better. Instead of being overly general, I much prefer to use language that makes people think. The real problem with "Cold Reading" is the violation of trust. We are all reading each other by different degrees all the time. But this is something that, out of respect, we do carefully and with discretion. Boundaries are delicately set to respond to any and all points of contact. Sensitive boundaries are the ones we train to interact with the dynamic social and physical environments. We may be able to recognize when others are feeling an attraction. Do I really want to know if that attractive married woman over there is attracted to me? No. Definitely not. Those perfectly healthy feelings of attraction that normal healthy people feel can occur for any of a variety of reasons. None of which are any of my business at all, ever. She in fact could be very happily married, much to contrary of that very destructive prejudice that says that happily married people are somehow incapable of enjoying the aesthetic stimulation of other healthy beautiful people. Any assumptions on my part, even if I do have an inside understanding of the micro expressions that can be read, would be a total violation of the basic codes of the ethical treatment for people, as well our right to the pursuit of individual personal happiness.

                    One of the ironies of my 2nd Vital Paradox, "Are there any Real Psychics?" is that there are so many phony psychics. (General Concepts, April, 9th. 2013) VIOLATION: Lying to people in order to get paid is always a "Moral Hazard." Forced Listening, just like Mind Reading is strictly verboten. Why don't we just put all the so called psychics into a cage and let them read each other? Oh yah, we tried that in the future and, well it gets interesting. I still believe it is wrong to take advantage of people by playing on peoples gullibility. Also, I have no respect for people who grope for approval from "True Believers. Pinging someones Sensitive Boundaries is going to sometimes happen accidentally anyways. Besides, making a big deal out of being able to easily read people is one of those things you generally want to play down. Being a good reader is a mixed blessing as well as a thankless job. What it is possible to know about a person will shatter any sense of privacy a person may have. I also believe in making people make their own decisions, always. And I will say it, repeatedly. "Everyone has Blind Spots and everyones Blind Spots are different." (2nd Rule)

                    Basically, here in this blog, we are building bridges to a Language of Mutual Reflection, by turning boundaries into identifiable points of mutual contact. Understanding our Sensitive Boundaries is at the core of the techniques and technologies we are learning.

The Illusion of Death and The Permanence of Love

                   For me, the passing of animals has come with incredible grief and sadness. Having lost many of my family has also given me cause to grieve. But, I feel this one story explains the sorrow and the joy I've found in love and loss. As psychics we must be honest and face up to the challenges of death and grieving.

                   One day when I was 9 years old, my Mom found me crying under the Bougainvillea vines blooming in our Southern California backyard. I was burying one of those store bought green pet shop turtles that were so common back then. I was devastated. My mother had put on her red lipstick, and with her M. S. in remission she was back to her beautiful best. Dark reddish black hair and soft brown eyes. She crawled under the bush with me, smiling to me. She said she was proud of me for being able to grieve, I understand now it is an expression of love. She said many of the things that have become the cornerstone of my work. But she spoke with candor.

                   With a little preparation she said, "Death is what gives life it's meaning." "Without death life would be interminable." "We never really loose the people you love." "Even with things like divorce, separation and death, as long as we remember them, that person is always with us." Speaking as the psychic, I know all too well exactly of what she speaks. I am frequently visited by Mom, my Dad and my younger Brother. Small consolation to those of you who don't have on going relations with your deceased family members, but I am glad that I can often feel them very clearly. I know this is not the norm and that from most peoples perspective, what I'm talking about is just hear say. I do find however that when I share my awareness of that love that survives the death of someone we love, that has loved us, there is a boost. An actual palpable love can come to us all at once when we share in someones passing. There may be nothing cosmic or dramatic about finding that love of someone in passing, but it can give us cause to celebrate the lives of those who enrich us. (Present tense.)

                   The story goes on with my Mom telling me about an even more silly grieving she shared with my Dad before their divorce, even before we kids were born. My parents were driving back from Mexico with a large painted ceramic Bull in the back window of their Studebaker. Coming to a sudden traffic stop somewhere near Oceanside, the symbol of their passion shattered on the floor of the back seat. They proceeded to bury the pieces of the Bull in the sand of the beach. They were crushed. My Mom explained that what the bull meant was something my father would tell me about someday. This is one of the first times I got to see someone reach through time and communicate passed death. So be it that my mother let me know that even after my parents divorce that she still loved my Dad.

                   Many years later, after my Mom and later my Brother passed, my Dad took me to the family burial plot in a lovely tree lined cemetery. I told my Dad about the story my Mom had told me. And about how we never really loose the people we love. He says, "If I let you keep talking, sooner or later you say something that's really interesting." "The Bull was the symbol of my virility."

                   I think my father very much liked being remembered fondly by my Mom, even after a necessary divorce. This post is dedicated to my dear friend who works with many of us in our moments of need, he knows who he is.

Proper Care and Feeding of Your Web # 2

Proper Care And Feeding of Your Web

                   I still have less than 10,000 page hits on this blog, my google plus page <https://plus.google.com/u/0/107029281598679098049/posts> has had well over 53,000 in less than a few months. I'm getting very little linkage to my blog so it must be the cool math graphics that are bringing them in. I always wanted to be confused about my career goals. Oh well. Here's some more.

Eat, eat my pretties. Grow strong and smart. I have something very special planned and I want you to be ready. Yes.