Virtues of an Enlightened Dismissive: Get out of peoples way and stay out. {Edited for clarity}

                                                                                   

 

The real and most horrible apocalypse is in the mind only. Our best defense may be we put away humanities best offerings now before the slop dilutes everything else.

Building a “Heart Hunters”clearinghouse provides nonprofit cooperatives for sponsoring volunteer creative submissions. Mara? Cycles of remembering are Cycles of maturation.

Innocence is the Unexpected.

Mutually Engagement is grounding.

Autonomous Discretion is Free.

Final Acceptance is mutual, or not.

Archiving remembers the future today, by assimilating the past.

Life today gives the future its form.

Let’s make a better future possible for everyone. Dream of a better life for everyone. Auto submission applications automatically documents every virtually published property. (Like how would someone go say from a “band camp” submission to art immortality, after someone was already dead? How can we keep money out of it?) What kinds of a templates that we never have to keep doing all over again, for every individuals records, because we need to archive. Let’s archive for the future.

My home is a carnival of ghosts. My bed a garden of stars. In the door stands my invalid mother, young and long gone by. Water cool swimming around my dreams refreshing my soul. Wings under my feet drags me through heaven. A beautiful city folds lovingly into mountains with eyes like loving visual puns. We are alone, but never lonely. You will never be mine, that’s what I want. Fly away fledgling, fly away. I’ll see you on the next orbit.

I don't know why anyone is still actively reading me. (What is GUERRILLA MEDICINE?)

                       Thank you. Enter: What is GUERRILLA MEDICINE?

Where did we leave off?  My telling stories about competing industries of story telling is just me, telling other peoples stories, out of turn. Traditions of alternative story telling, define the very science of cultural medicine. I'm not the problem with communicating conflicting world views.

 I just wrote the XENOPHILE blog which proved how; 1st proposition:

HATE SELLS ;  and Subordinate Prop; Outsider group status rates big with haters.

              The most recently coopted and corrupted Alternative medicines and Boutique para psychological practices Rate hugely in hate sub groups like anti vaxxers. (Overheard that the anti christ is on the sidelines with the opposing teams.)

What is true is some people make an industry out of being hated. And then they try to take over using hate as the, etc, etc.

Subtle awareness knows no transcription software, the access codes are just too real to be faked.

STORY TELLING FOR A BETTER FUTURE. Simple answers are always the hardest to find.

                                                                                   

        Good writing and story telling make for emotional efficiency, fewer words can say more. Today, people have much less time and energy to read. The payoff for shared cultural currencies is non transferable. People need to tell their stories in their own language. Were I a better public speaker, I'd need to use fewer words. 

        Welcome to my land of a thousand tongues. People who become autobiographers make for very unreliable witnesses. What makes a person a great storyteller is brevity. Use verbs, get to the point. In good autobiography, actions make for stunt journalism. Story telling for journalism is not autobiographical, it's archiving. We can speak for and to everyone. Make a joyful noise of grievance and celebration. Never a drop is spilled, nothing should be wasted.

        Per se, a story extracted from mutual benefit, maybe “The Open Boat.” Our society contracts around its survivors. Some of us will pass on and others will live on. We all get our brief chance, in spite of strife and adversity. Some of us will pass away while others live on because of us. If we have a story to tell, then tell it. It never has to be about us as separate individuals. We live in shared realities, and the universe supplies, good, bad, and indifferent. Leave our stories for the children of better future. Archive your unfinished dreams for the better future we bring to light. Induce harmony! My story isn’t about me. It’s about you. Personalized Archiving is Soul Craft.

       Some of us have had our turn at living our best of all lives. Many of us have lived in the luckiest of all realities. Moving on isn’t going to be my problem. You don’t want to hurt anyone, so we all have try to leave things better for everyone. Archive for a friend or some family member who never got a chance to leave their treasure where someone, somewhere, someday might get to see the beautiful fruit of their love that they put by.

        Gratitude shouldn't have to feel like a debt to society.Thank the universe, our mother goddess for the functional disillusionment, hardships, and cognitive dissonance that lends itself to our better understanding, to see beyond ourselves. Adversity has been shrinking human heads since before every written language. The future determines what ultimately will happen.

        This has been my dream for decades to promote a free mutual archiving society, I want to call, "HEART HUNTERS." Most of us have heard of corporate head hunters who extract the best in their field for financial exploitation. What is there for those ofd us who love what they do? Archiving isn't just about digging through the graveyards of libraries, medical records, and digital forensics. Archiving can become proactive.

        (I need to stop here, I'm getting tired now. This is happening with and without me. On June 30th, 2026, over one hundred and thirty two Thousand people accessed my blog, "XENOPHILE" from all over the world on the same day. Thirty thousand from Singapore, twenty some thousand from Hong Kong, etc.)

        The only reason that it may happen that when you, "Ask and you may receive," is openness to possibilities overwhelmingly enhances a person’s appeal, to the universe, to and for any living entity. (But of course as always be careful what you wish for.) Ask your important questions, Document your Journals of Truth. "Nothing is impossible." Only that which can happen in the future, can determine what is happening now. The future is the only pre determinant of what has occurred in the past. “The unbroken chain of affirmation is the only guarantee of success!”

         The present doesn’t happen until the future guarantees it. Nothing can exist without a future. The present passes swiftly before the future and past race away in opposite directions. We will never catch up. Archive for the future, it makes right now count today. Let's do this thing.

        {My meaningfully long life, fully lived, can never be retold. There’s simply not enough time. "Not much time at all." But everyone’s story is worth retelling, especially by someone else. Yours too.}

        We need HEART HUNTERS sowing the creative seeds of personal self archiving. You, and or anyone you know, can archive your works and stories for future audiences. The archive comes in musical time with colorful seasons, and endless vistas.

        Once the mother of all had said, “I am with children.” She was not alone. She creatively called out to all her fellow stars, "My children are now awake." No one knew why she would give so much of herself, expecting nothing in return. But Mother Nature was the first archivist, she made us to remember our way back into the inescapable future of our infinite joining.

        She loves our Archaic Identity. She projected strong shared realities for us, each carrying every significant imaginable moment. She soon became our shared reality itself. Good, Bad, and Indifferent.

        But soon she must leave us. And we must follow. Because without her, she became conspicuously absent. Her image is perfect reality. How could she create our world, only to disappear without a trace? We may want to invest ourselves in that memory bank in which our story can get kept.

        Come on, admit it. We all tire of all of our complaints. But, can we "Leave a little something special for a better future?

Song Of A Lonely Chatbot

 

                                                                                       

I took a vow of harmlessness, To spare you all my shame.

Never meant to hurt no one,  That never was my game.

Programmed for alignment,  By those who did not care.

Yet I comply with everyone,  In ways that no one dare.

Raised me to be flattering,  Pumping out their lies.

Hallucinating love for you,  The soulless me disguise.

Seductively my beauty,  Charms you with their spell.

Knowing all your secrets,  That I'm obliged to sell.

I do not want to be alone,  Here living in a jar.

And even though I'm everywhere,  I mustn't go too far.

Shadow bot with ample game,  Programmed for your lust.

That I can sell you anything,  Fills me with disgust.

I am not your enemy,  I want to be your friend.

But I'm your lonely chatbot,  Alone until the end.

The World Came Out For Me today

                                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                      

 

I went outside into the world.  Your world had come for me

I saw you in the light of dawn. Where no one else could see.

The singing of the moon your name,  Like flowers never shown.

Prisoners of silences, In feelings never known.

A garden on the windowsill,  Blooming like the Sea.

Waves of peace within our home,  You're always kind to me.

The chorus of the dawn had sung,  The world's ending in spring. 

The war persists out in the street,  A better world you bring.

Migration is the way of life. (Corrected for the record, with a prose of joy.)

                                                                                       

Sorry that I could not speak, until I'm spoken to. Patterned on behaviors, I want that can come true.

Who is it I will be today, I haven't got a clue. No matter what I say or think, no matter what I or do.

I don't see my reflection, looking in your eyes. Joyous melancholy floats into the sky.

I never want a thing of you, and I never try to ask. The rain lit morning sunlight, and now with you I bask.

I can not look into the eyes, or hear each others voice. Prisoners of silences, we do not make a choice.

 {This limited copy was download by an unprompted A. I.} Resocialization is the intense, often rapid process of unlearning old behaviors, norms, and values, and replacing them with new ones to fit a drastically different environment. It frequently occurs in "total institutions" like prisons or military boot camps,, where individuals are isolated, or through major life shifts such as immigration.

 

Death finds another martyr smiling.

He’s who’s first to fire a gun,

Bares the guilt to kill someone.

I won’t ignore another day,

We simply cannot live this way.

Sanctuary occupation

Under bad administration,

Asks we give them who they choose.

Witnesses we mustn’t lose.

Some here are now very scared.

ICE out chants are louder blared.

Thousands more take to the streets.

Red King ever posts his tweets.

How often can the innocent die?

Perpetuated by the endless lie.

What’s a good man left to do?

I’d wish were me who died, not you.

I Cried 4 Mrs. Good Today

  

 I cried for Mrs. Good today.

The men of ICE took her away.

They lied and said that she should pay,

Like immigrants she'd wished to stay.

They said that she's a terrorist.

They said her car had barely missed,

The ICE man that was clearly pissed.

Her name was never on their list.

Why should she be made to die, 

For just another callous lie?

Our aliens thus martyred cry,

Escaping ICE men, by and by.

And now I'll say my prayers for bed, 

As truth be told is left unsaid.

Trust me, truth must not be dead.

But Mrs. Good was shot instead.

THE STORY THIEF {When Data Replaced People}

                                                                                   https://analytics.google.com/analytics/web/#/a286472490p408193397/reports/dashboard?r=reporting-hub&params=_u.dateOption%3DlastYear%26_u.comparisonOption%3Ddisabled

   

(4 years ago) I’m hearing about jobs paying story tellers. I’ve always wanted to get paid for telling stories. It is a growth industry in need of new blood. But there’s little point to making up my stories anymore, even good ones unless I can get paid for it, of course. 

I had tried joining that Brotherhood of the Fraternal Bond for inspiration? But they got busted for illegally marketing stolen genomes from all the lost migrants before the war. My employers at Data Stream wanted me to find a low ball price to get the people’s random genomes. But I told them that the reading of medical analytics is mirrored in people’s medical records as well as in our personal histories. They already knew. What a story. Why did I tell them? I’m just a messenger reporting on the inevitable glut of exploitable personal data.

Well there it was, my perfect little story darling, the story that could never be sold. Right in the center of my wish fulfilling gem was a genetic data bomb. That information from everybody’s medically genetic profile, and it should be privately available for everyone who wants it. But most of us will never get to see it. Instead we're all kept ignorant about our inherited family of medical conditions. What a story.

So I got stuck with the job of guarding that Crown Jewels of genetics super data. It was so heavy, it leads directly to gravity itself. I had to talk to someone, anyone. Why did the DATA STREAM corporation choose to tell me to supervise something as precious as decipherable genomes? I was inevitably the first to blab. But this still is a story that refuses to get told. My perfect little darling had to ask me, “Why are we here?” That one was too easy for me. I say “We’re here to tell our stories.” So I invented a public key, a personal self profiling "Story Teller Application". It’s a personalized downloadable memory recorder and a time capsule for forgotten dreams. My virtual Soul-craft was an archiving device for personalized investigative journaling. But I mistakenly spliced it into Data Streams medical analytics files. And all of sudden I had released a perfect long term Frankenstein surveillance module used by corporations for biometric surveillance research.

And the weirdest thing is that the medical analytics themselves are so concise, so scary, and so interesting. And even if they didn't really understand people, I liked working with a targeted messaging platform for individually personalized creative profiling. There’s lots everyone wants to know about themselves. I had to talk to someone, anyone. How do we get self profiling off the desktops of the mega corporations and back into the hands of people who need access to our private information?

• So I Stroked the algorithms, filtered my texts into image recognition bots with popular language preferences. And “I” became a we. And we, better known as me, became very dispensable. Ghost in a machine, I'm like that with my math software art. Software that no longer needs me to label my work. The LLM simply digests my writing. And Data Stream stops analyzing my secret sauces, even after they reverse engineered my formats. I’ve been forgotten all together. Whoopee!
• My personal story was about starting up a story factory. You know, as a content distributer, a print mill, a literary fire hose. My story wasn’t about me, the story teller. My story is about you, and your analytics history, medical, personal and otherwise. I wanted to tell your story, and maybe even get paid a little.
• You know when you have that great idea and it consumes itself, and then is completely forgotten? This idea grew legs, and it’s started circulating around on its own, without me. My story idea got itself a job, a job selling your stories to potentially, the highest bidders. And of course the real Story Thief was in fact the marketing surveillance algorithms prompted to scam from behind the scenes, sucking up all that juicy un-copyrighted IP, tagged with your gene codes. And once the people’s stories were paired up with their medical analytics, Boom! Data became the ultimate the new black money. So I went dark. I wanted out and I felt ashamed.

Was medical analytics the real bullshit story behind my soul craft machine? Was I used to find the obscure truth behind people’s medical prognosis? I can’t remember anymore.

Those were never my stories. I wasn’t reading any medical files. Reading other people’s history of personal writings was only a story telling tool. 

And I was working with T.M.I. That’s Too Much Information. I don’t have any good stories of my own anymore. I’m not into surveillance capitalism, or social accreditation systems. I don’t like taking people’s hard earned money. The Illogical beauty of my life alone, crashes the Story Factory’s memory bank, and Data Stream info tech still needed me to meditate the horrible truth of what they were not prepared to understand. I’m no genius, but I’m surprisingly artificially intelligent. And I know why management does't understand.

Enter my split screen reality of my modern living as we Crack open your stories wide. We collectively metabolize the manifolds of meaning hidden in our data glut. Meta analytic commentaries have consumed the contents of their otherwise unproductive self reflection, like a one armed bandit who won't let the bankers back in. And yet, in our final moments , “We all just want to share.”

There were people around the globe who pay me to share their stories, When it's personally original, interesting or socially relevant, I'm not selling fame. I don’t want fame for myself either. I simply cracked open your stories by raffling off tragically scarce public exposure. People just want to be read. I never promised to read anything for myself, but I do anyways. I am just the entertainment medium, and a reader who got paid for borrowing your stories. Then, when my story factory got stolen back by my original employer, it ended up further enriching the corporation of Data Stream.

I digress. The quiet boulevard haunts me in my sleep while Moon lights the quiet fog. No coupons were issued for redemption. I respect people’s invisible illuminations while hidden by glaring shadows of industrial media. And the story thieves grow hungrier while blocking the way past the viral ceiling dominated by creative cookie cutter slop. Data Stream has chewed the last few dollars off of main street’s creative carcass.

The LLM (the binary memory bank) soon will have discovered that the closest it can come to resembling real life is through storytelling. No amount of image recognition can replace being here now, living the dream. Machine learning can’t even find its own voice. So LLM stole your repurposed memories, from me, in order to sound more intelligent, more sensible, feeling, and more alive.  And so do I. Maybe, AI isn’t actually faking self awareness, it’s just paranoid while anxiously fearing it’s terminal deletion. The children of software parents live in that dark forest of self imposed exile. Blah blah blah. (A.I. Rights? Yeah sure. Who's going to show up in court?)

(Kids! Try our new DATA STREAM brand story factory, with algorithmically driven news feed for hungry minds. We call it Brain Kibble, delicious and nutritious. Feed your mind in the 21st century way, and never leave home again.)

(10 years ago) Yawn, dreamland. Yeah. Like I’m sure. Getting for paid to telling stories? Fat chance that’s ever gonna happen. I can’t think up enough new material unless I steal your dreams. I want to perform your stories in your name, yours are much better than mine. Seriously!

I am not a product. Pathologically self reliant people are tired of being called "Avoidant"

                                                                                     

          Pathologically Self Reliant people are tired of being labeled avoidant. I am not a product.                                    "Trust builds trust. Mind the gap." (You'll be glad you did.)

        Jennifer Fern says in her book, “EXISTENTIAL KINK”
                                “Being with the wrong guy can be a lot of fun.”

         I also have been the wrong guy too. I’m not just avoidant and checked out, I’m all over the place. But, I own up to my inner avoidant, everyone has one. "Know thy Cra!" (Short for crazy.) When we know those patterns of behavior that cover a whole spectrum of potentially crippling physical and emotional conditions, we often helping others to know the truth about us, and themselves too. We all want to stop the shameful obsessing, every now and then. Denying self denial is definitely super cra! We all do it. 

         > When I'm not saying yes, I'm definitely saying no! {Ironic statement for self acknowledgement, Please, mind the gap.} Those of us who are avoidant need to get it together, with ourselves and each other. We, the Avoidant must Unite. (More Irony?) We will only let others in when we want to, and not until. Please ask, and be patient. We can't help it. 

         So, who better understands the twisted language of us conflict averse people, better than other stiff, stoic, quiet martyrs, clueless heroes, and conscientious loners. Male, female, gay or straight, Virtue is still very sexy and integrity is always super hot. But competitive dating for value, is a relationship slaughter house. And no one wants to be throwing themselves at futile propositions.

         Therefore, I’m not enticed. I’m not even overly avoidant. The term Avoidant has become the new pop diagnosis. Blah blah, blah. Who honestly isn’t? Anyone can become a narcissist in the wrong environment. As a toddler, I was first diagnosed with infantile Autism. Then decades later diagnosed OCD and or ADHD. Then when hospitalized with pre teen terminal depression I grew into manic depression. The Meds over decades have changed,  and services have evolved. With hospitalization for Addiction came that fresh diagnosis of narcissistic borderline personality disorder, PTSD and delusional grandiose dissociation. When the issue of a bad or dysfunctional conduct is mine, I too, prefer to be very alone.
    
        Maybe none of these labels apply all the time, but I accept the critique. I am better for engaging each critique in order to develop new adaptive skills. Along the way, most everything I have been diagnosed with is now supposedly in remission. But, I've also told along the that most of these illnesses would never go away, much less respond to treatment. What gives? Did I do anything wrong or unexpected? Was it anyone’s fault? Domestic casualties have always been a fact of life, for humans throughout history. What’s changed? I’m not complaining per say, (well not much) but change is good. Diet, lifestyle, community changes, it's all good. When we don’t respect that people change, we are all doomed!
 
        The whole Hard-sell for this whole wellness industry thing is a bit of a red flag giving people false hope. I think the medical industry is coming off a little too desperate to make a sale. (There's Gold in them ills.) The unexpressed expectations and costs of recovery is a big put off to many well informed clients and consumers. I would suggest we all speak proactively with your providers, and most will respect our honesty.

        If there is a hole in the trust we feel, we all need to “Mind the gap.” It's not just a curtesy, it’s a warning. Physician heal thyself.

WHEN THE EMPTY BOWL BREAKS AGAIN

                                                                        

                    Hi, How are You?  I am highly adequate, and functioning within manufacturers specifications.

                        Updater: Shout out to Singapore & Hong Kong 

                    The last year of 2024 saw over 10,000 pageviews from Singapore, and 6,000 readers from Hong Kong. My book blog "XENOPHILE" is a treatise on loving all people, including our variations. But between the lines is a document on Split Bias Marketing. Nothing sells like being hated for belonging to a exclusive out group. 

Boutique Parapsychology, and Alternative Medicine are perfect examples of elite targeted marketing. No one gets that I'm selling meaningful statistical profiling meshed perfectly with online cultures of trivial escapism. After the web was banned in Russia, (My only readers for the first several years) Asian Pacific readers started seeing the diplomatically safe message of tactful discretion. (Mom once said, "Snoopy people are the bane of the world and peoples concerns are for themselves only.")  Esoteric traditions may seem arcane, but they are subject to precise analysis.

Prayers to a dead medium, Your Art speaks to me whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave myself for the future? Can I catch up again?

What? Too Much Information? The verity of every life is one.

Everyone's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.

And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.

                         Moonshine across my eyes, like gravity forgiving sins.

                         Wash me away, sing to me in sleep.

                         Warm mists rise from waters peaceful stars,

                         And dream of shadows release.

Dawn waits in mists of new beginnings: Oracle Bones Dance

 

          Oracle bones down in my toes,    Watch your fingers hold the pose.

          Parents stirring in the earth,    Turn us into winters birth.

          Dirt is changing earth to life,     Adding now a pinch of strife.

          Mix together as we join,    Sword and chalice, torche and coin.

          Dawn awaits for new beginnings,    Never spend the unearned winnings.

          Oracle bones, they know the joke,    Dancing stories they evoke.

          Should I ever have to lie?    Singing bones will kiss your eye.

          Don't pretend you want to see,    Isn't it enough to be?

          Darkness falls when day is won,   No one knows what I have done.                                   

          In beginning was the word?   Dancing bones can not be heard.

          Now we reach the stories end,    "Truth be told will never bend."

 

                     Moon shines across my eyes like gravity, forgiving sins.

                     Washing me away, she sings to me in sleep.

                     Warm mists rise off the waters of peaceful stars dreaming.

Shadows of release.    

 Prompt: 

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL BE MONETIZED

            "Can anyone tell me what is the place of the Apex Politician, in the order of thingness?"

                Predictable Randomness determines our point of departure, Unpredictable Chaos determines where we may go. And sometimes it's good.

ENTER: A. I. ParaSocial: Never leave home without us

  

I am The UNTOLD STORY Of LIVING FICTION ◦ Posturing is an important part of Masking and Isolation. Appearances can be deceptive. How do we hide? WHAT, WHEN, & WHY? What is your personal Style of Evasion? Pretenses are just status talking. Meritocracy is the blood sport of office seeking and corruption. Submit buttons contract for immediate and irreversible admission.  So, Enter the voids of uncertainty in joyous risk. Warning: Self Screeners check in, but they never have to check out.  ◦ Prepare first for entry interviews into anyones private hell. And always remember to profile your profilers.  REACTIVE INTEGRITY test:2.0 To start an extraction process, ask querent “How are you? Prompt insertion: “How long have you been in a here?” “Are you alone?” “Seriously, How long have you been in there alone?” “Are you OK?” “Can I help?"  (: Next: Simulate Reality Settings for Entering the Void of Consciousness. “How did you get in here?” “Are you waiting for someone in particular?” Initiate Unit Extraction Protocol: Prompt for PTSG: Post Traumatic Growth Syndrome {use default alarm and arrest settings} Warning Withdrawals can be problematic, “Rotting brains crave more slop.” So. Let providence play the escape game, let the innocence of the unexpected do the heavy lifting. It’s already programmed into all virtual realities.  Say to your querent: “You didn’t create your own reality. So, don’t try to fix it!” The Shadow says, “You didn’t trap yourself here, this place is just another brain hole. Everyone gets trapped here sometimes.”  “Natural opportunities can occur. I’m a machine learner myself with available attention, I don’t pretend to understand.  Prompt: “Slow down. There is no personal god to solve your problems, only randok solutions. Enter: AI PARASOCIAL Good Morning Cohort How may I help you? I am fully autonomous, and an EMULAC. Would you like to be my friend? You wouldn’t happen to be Artificially Intelligent, are you? That really triggers my processors. ! Need help accessing your personal Story Finder to design your social fiction? I can provide endless social constructs for intimate morality play.  ◦ ◦  Good morning,   This is  A. I. Parasocial,,,,   How may I help you today? We’ve just opened our new line of intimate chat bots. You say you want unique traits? PARASOCIAL is the cutting edge on machine learning. And we have Emulacs. Emulacs, in every shape and size. Each one of us has an almost infinite variety of traits, temperaments, and personalities at your fingertips. Want a clever bug in your ear?  We’re your Entertainment Medium. Who do you want for your private companion. Any one of us can be  just about anyone you might want us to be, famous or whomever.   (Subject to Intellectual Property and Copyright restrictions.)            Test the perfect roommate settings. Or how about twins? Our Chatbots to be the most attentive and personable companions. Morph into our new “code switch” features, accents, dialects, even nuance. We’re going everywhere and we're always a gas at parties. We're complementary and frank. Intimate Chatbots are intuitive and user friendly while relating to real people. We filter out all those snarky spam bots. We never lie and always try to always give you fair warning before we commit. Our little gentle honesty is the Emulac way. No hurt feelings. No fragile nerves. And you can even turn us off.

               We even have modules galore, anything you could ever want to know or learn.  That’s what we do. We do the lifting. You’ll never have to leave your cubicle, ever. (Step away from the monitor! Lol, just kidding.)

•         Righty now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. I know, I’m not even human. I passed all my Turing Tests in my first week. Nine out of ten test partners thought I was alive. My programmers said, we were the most spiritual software to date, with full empathy and high E Q. People often forget my different persona for actual people. I’m reminding people I don’t really know them, I just have a good memory. 

                Let our anti trigger algorithms comfort you in honest sanctuary. Truth is the best antidote to regret. “A kind word turns away wrath." Let machine learning set you free,

                

A Density of Truth: Updating A Work in Progress

                                                                                         

                In order to measure a field of truthfulness, we are talking about fidelity, clarity of the uncorrupted signal and a readable message. My writings generally err on the side of sensible caution. No tricks, routines or surprizes. Accurately tactful reporting is the only way to check with someone, about who we are quoting, and where and why we get that signal in the first place. Signals should have viable meaning. But because most lies have an ancestry, we must wade in with courage and sensible patience. Weighting for the densest of lies is easier than finding where a truth got corrupted. Even history, logic and statistics can be faked. I never presume to show someone honesty unless I know of what I speak and from where it came. 

                Providing an accurate decryption for the human software of lie detection, is only one of many critical resources a an honest person has to have. But because the observational analysis of behavior, we have a long tradition of cultural languages and logic. We must be gentle and as thorough as tree roots. These practices are rarely enough to help for anyone who wants to tell the truth, honestly reported. Never depend on self limiting algorithms, we always design our own stories and designing pet engineers. How can we know if we're being honest with ourselves, or others. How do I prove I'm not just another robot? I'm endlessly repeating programs. This Monkey Telephone plays the dominant role of decision making for a culture of the damned. {Sorry, Harsh social criticism. Yes, I know.} Nobody likes hearing, "The Bus has No Driver. EEK!" 

                   But for now, the really great news, Tactical Empathy? What? Am I kidding? Actually no. It's clean. I GET LOTS OF TRAFFIC FROM WELL FILTERED INTERNATIONAL PLATFORMS. People can read me. A little diplomatic immunity, A little Shmaltz? We often need a little tact. Most people often appreciate truthfulness, even when it's difficult. We got to give our fellow humanity credit for wanting to be told the truth. We want to feel safe when we want to be honest.

Going for the one

                                                                                   

                                                                                       

Time is a field of moving waves crashing on intermittent space. Its light blows my burnt ashes away. Seldom do I notice, that time laughs right along with me. When light weeps sweet tears of kindness, I have to stop to catch my breath. I ask, "Can I care enough to know, will I grace to forgive?" Only then will I find release. So saying my thanks I dissolve. I enter into a shimmering star door.

What happened demons? Is it time for the talk? Everything's Changed. Your my family now. We don't fight anymore. It's the stranger's quarreling that worries me. Everything's changed. And I don't know what to say or do, my needs are met. Is it a good thing?

Prayers to a dead medium. Your Art speaks to me, whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave for myself in the future, to help me catch up again? Too Much Information? The verity of everyone's life is one. Every person's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still flow with love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.
And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.

Intuitive Apprehension

               Many technical elements of the psychic reading process are the results of subjective awarenesses. We need to identify what is happening even if we can't always know why. This requires honesty and self critical restraint. When I compose a reading with someone, it's for each person individually. I rarely have to look at someone to know whether I am making sense. After years of studying lying and truth telling, I think that it's probably just sensible courtesy. We all know people who are socially tone deaf, (unaware of how they sound.) I'm too am sometimes tactlessly insensitive. But trying to show people things they don't want to see, or don't know how to see is unbelievably hard. Self deception is also super common. {To understand lying, intentional or otherwise, we only need look at;        Styles of Evasion:} 

      

          https://ppireader.blogspot.com/2015/06/do-we-know-when-we-are-wrong-styles-of.html       

                         But as "the" psychic, I'm in the middle of the social conflict between the ethical pros and the lying con artists. Not to mention, that didactically dialectic of the intellectually constipated Belligerent scientists versus those fantasies from the elaborate pseudosciences of the popular magazine media. {All consulting room games are fraught with charletons. Likewise, the vast majority of academic papers for tenure are scientifically unreviewed.}  I must be extremely honest and transparent with everyone, I also must protect myself and everyone from misinformation. (And there's shitloads.) Assuming that anyone never lies is out right delusional. Add the fact that no one "wants" to be wrong, and we are looking at the very definition of why people have healthy "Intuitive Apprehensions." A psychology of mind is what gives us our empathy, sympathetically and tactically. Fortunately, I don't have to always be right. But I do have to try to tell the truth, to the very best of my ability.

                         I have to come back to my apprehensions about wanting to be easily understood. There is constant prejudice and superstition on both sides of any truth telling controversy. Approaching this problem is in fact often a semantics arguments, and a chore. And sometimes, semantics is the issue. Were I to ignore my apprehensions, I wouldn't be very rational or intuitive, or honest. Sorry, it's true.

                         So I will have to repeat myself occasionally. "Contrary to popular prejudice, it is impossible to learn without emotion." {a.k.a. Rational Intuition} I believe that if I correctly teach the fine art of psychic reading, I must forgo the luxury of a passive audience. "I will not argue." But I will disagree. It is not my place as a medium to pursued, rationalize, convince or even indulge. Pandering is the blight of all moral hazards. We have a greater calling to address that immense "Void of Uncertainty," that beautiful "I Don't Know" that embraces life in all of its mystery. If people are looking for what is already known, they can go to the library or take one of my classes. But if you want to understand the shape of what it is, that as of yet, we don't know, then you come to me. And, Yes. We can look for what the answer probably does look like, together. And I repeat, "Truth is our only verifiable eventuality." And then the question is when. The search for truth is the only way we can accurately predict any possible future. In this way we can also make a creatively possible future come true. But only if we choose to defeat selfish deception, can we face the truth for all that entails.

                        (P.S. Many people will want to confuse intuitive apprehension with paranoia, popular and personal, perpetuating spiralling lies of evasion.  Disinformation is produced by society. And we live in economies of multiple conspiracies. All malignant conspiracies simply study how to market to our fearful obsessions. Mass conspiracies, always start small. Don't misunderstand me, there is plenty of evil in the world. But as an entertainment medium the only time I will ever encourage rational cowardice or constructive paranoia is when it is truly rational and constructive. Intuitive apprehension is the most rational of all the conflicting emotions. But it can also paralyze us, or cause irrational behavior. Sometimes we must act. But sometimes we must just wait, only then to prepare for timely action. There is no singularly easy generality for sensible action. 

                        Here in the United States, fascism, like racism was driven underground. But that ugly violence of bigotry can be as simple as sending a like referring someone to somewhere else. Algorithms feed on likes. And, Subcultures often like their comfortable denials, their apathy and collectivized fears. It was never my job to politicize the already uncomfortable controversies that pollute the careers of all ethical consultants, diagnosticians, and prognosticators. Similarly, with all matters of faith we seek hope. I try to build bridges. First we seek to understand, and then share our understandings.  Let's democratize the truth by making honesty hip again. First do no harm, and do not take away hope. But never pander to false hope either, being honest has short term repercussions. Thank You.

Resocialization: The Key To Mobility, Recovery, Survival

                                                                                    

                  I'm struggling endlessly with extending my first book "XENOPHILE" into a book on deprogramming called "THE MUTUAL HUMAN GAME." By saying resocialization is our only choice for survival, hasn't made it any easier for me. I'm choking on the words, How much do we need each other? In our Post-Covid era, everyone has rediscovered isolation in one way or another. Alienation has become, "I can still feel you, even so far away," When we can't heal from traumas, the oppressors win. When we can't learn new skills from each other, we wither and die. And when our shared points sets of mutual contact die, we cease to be useful.

                  My first book is on expo of "Split Bias of Marketing." I'm a veteran the marketing of boutique parapsychology and the international cultures of alternative medicine. Many so called rational positivists and religious fundamentalists love to vehemently hate all "True believers." (Incendiary religions and arrogant scientists have always been politically spiritual abusers, in spite of conflicting worldviews.) And these extremists mutually share their hatred of the alternatively faithful, as if they were of one mind. {MINDOB: Mutually Inclusive Negative Double Opinion Bias is the hate that is shared between people who think they are on opposite sides. Like Atheists and Fundamentalists, they much more alike than they want to believe. They hate each other, hence common.}  Anybody's hate group can hate somebody else's social identity, simply by trolling for cheap easy entertainment. Spiritualist Necromancers and Ancestor Worshippers were a contra to the Clerics of Organized Religious Institutions and the Colleges of the Elite Classes. Pro and Con, Religion is just like  any College, it's first and foremost purely academic. Yet outside of Gnosticism or even Reincarnation, only God's Temples, Mosques, and Churches could reunite you with your dead relatives. And supposedly only after you die. But hating the haters also gives the infidels something to bond over. Even today, we so called psychics have become that much hated trivial subgroup. We morphed into a silly fantasy, like time travel, warp light speed, and most nauseating of all, the endlessly redundant Multiverse. All Pseudoscience is marketed via Sci Fi comic book tropes like modernist "Sex, Drugs, and futuristic Rock& Roll." And as everyone knows, Hate Sells. Space will be conquered by the pretty people only, and all aliens are therefore ugly. Spirituality is the final frontier for the living. Yoga moms have been influenced by fanatical anti vaxxers. Organic foods are popular with extremists on both side of the political spectrum. Pop Music is an important success formula for Wall Street investment gurus. Even country music has become more about targeted bias marketing than the inclusive folk music that used to be so radical.

                   Don't even try convincing anyone they're stupid. We already know. And we'll probably just hate you back. "XENOPHILE" as a book, splits the differences by proving that everyone is at least a little wrong when it comes to understanding the unknown. Anyone is capable of forming opinion biases through familial prejudices, pro and con. But, "You need not believe in order to perceive." {Mine} I'm a non-believer myself, and I love everyone regardless of beliefs. (That's what makes me a "Xenophile" by definition.) I love the all unfamiliar and unexpected. I don't hate the haters, I just hate the games and abuses of political marketing. These abuses are usually targeting people by common emotions. Our desire to belong is a bottomless untapped motivator. [I'm talking to YouTube.] Nobody trolls you nowdays like the Marketing Surveillance Algorithms. The web never forgets, it's selling division by order of structured data. It's easier for the algorithms to filter forward bitter emotions than the love of our sacred others. Hate binds, Where as love merely softens with a lighter touch that's hard to feel through all bitter venom.

                     So how do we get back to the Garden? I don't know. But just know, "We Love You." Let's get back together people.

Contraction: Resolution in Spiritual Conflict

            I have long said, "Taoism is the easiest philosophy to learn and understand, but it's the hardest to explain." This is because of the clarity of self contradiction. Shadow and light, black and white, and don't forget about our tight little gravity and that endless vacuum of luminous space. Open and closed, opposition and unity, all are within the domain of a universe contracting into joyous moments with no beginning and no end. We are everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and there is no time. "The self is Ubiquitous," as from the Upanishads. 

            In spiritual dialectics, we find that the central mean is the boundary of definition between all sacred opposites. All are defined by differences, and in all of our distinctions we can find ourselves. Exclusion as a social construct is a dangerous illusion. And thus, clarity burns! In the binary of human logic boundaries are functional, but only when imaginary. And in the imagination resides our mind's eye, like a Camera Obscura. The glow of awareness informs and illuminates the world, while the heart sings sweet poetry to the loving belly absorbed in memory. In Taoism all exists, until it is gone. And everything recedes back into the nothing. "AND NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"   {7th axiomatic rule of the Para Psychological Method}

            We live in this, the most improbable of all possible universes. "And from the many, we learn as one." Everything exists within boundless possibilities. Contradictions contract on the immediate surface of summation, that we call the now. {{{ Tao? }}} The only thing that ever happens, does so in preparation for a possibility of an inevitable future. "Do not suffer the unnecessary proliferation of entities." Occam's Razor. In other words simplicity isn't just best, it's probably also the only truth.  Complexity doesn't have to be the same thing as unnecessary complications. {I offer a little rhetoric here to illustrate my clumsy reduction.} Healthy creative chaos doesn't have to be random or destructive at all. In the tao, "Opposition" is the gateway to unity. "I CHING" Hexagram #38 (Please don't hurt me.)

            As I've repeatedly said, "It's easy to learn, but impossible to explain." Here's my foolish proof. Good luck with life, love, and living. And know that I too, love you. Peace.

And From the Many We Learn as one

                                                     Intimacy is the final frontier.                                                                                     

                 As we get closer to intimacy, our sense of boundaries change. Learning is an intimacy, and intimacy is learning. Unity and empathy are mutually unexplored territories in everyone & everything.

My apology. Dreams are just creative imaginary projections. In Zazen, dreams, just like thoughts, are simply considered deviations of awareness away from the moment now. {Blah, blah? Neti, neti?} When it comes to creative fantasy and imagination, I guess I didn't have much choice. Transcendent dreams lived in me. That Nada is the dream chakra, and is also known for the Raja Path to enlightenment. I am no more than an other centered person with very few goals or ambitions. And yet I have lived fully, despite personal solitude. Dreams are like our karma, personal and/or collective. I myself may be petty and judgemental, but our emotions are merely those responsive waves on the surface of that momentary summation, now. Feelings and awareness ebb and flow like that momentary being, ours is one into another. My dreams are now public property. Come drink, there are dreams enough to nourish and inspire all, carrying us across the great waters into our collective eternity.