A Nod to Neuro Linguistics

                         As this project expands and nears completion, credit must be given where it is due. A John Grinder & Richard Bandler wrote, "THE STRUCTURE OF MAGIC" As well there are many others, like Virginia Satir & Gregory Bateson, have written on this exciting subject of the language of the mind. The mind stores and processes information in different referential systems;

                                        Right Brain                                              Left Brain
                Roof                   1.Visual                                                   4. Digital

                Floor                   2. Kinesthetic                                           3. Tonal

                          Supposedly, this fourth "Digital," referential system, (language) is the only one that Speaks, for any of the other spheres of awareness. Interestingly each of us will have a preferred referential system. These preferences will express themselves by their characteristic style of experience. There are characteristic attitudes and processing errors that anyone can be prone to as a result of these preferences.

                          We have and will see many of these mapping systems.

Touch Training

                         I feel that after everything you have been able to do for me this week, this month, well this year, heck this lifetime; I would like to jump ahead. You've earned it.

                         As we experience the spatial linkage between the visual and the tactile we are confronted with the possible delight of shared space. In between us can occur a "Physio Emotive Field. People often say to me, "I don't want to feel what other people are feeling." (Or even more tragically silly, the "I don't care what anyone thinks about me." Well in principle yes, but what an obvious cry for help.) Touch is not limited to physical contact, but this language of contact is where the presence of mutual awareness occurs. Making contact, Breaking contact, feeling it, not feeling it. Sympatico. For most of us who haven't grown past our feelings of attachment, we experience intimacy as a scarce resource. One of the privileges of age are mature emotional affairs. Sensitivity to others feelings and thoughts may be a natural extension of the awareness of contexts and consequences.

                        One of the most difficult things for people to avoid, is the trap of projection. Never assume. Usually only experience will release you from the agony of expectation. This is that mystery of touch. Nothing has been more difficult and liberating for me than therapeutic touch. My "X" lived with me for years before I was able to sustain relaxed eye contact.

                        In many cultures it is forbidden to stare at someone. This is the evil eye of envy. Especially when first meeting, there is a whole regiment of requisite social rituals. It is considered much more polite after getting permission, to walk up to the person and for instance gently touch the persons sleeve. Saying what it was that drew your interest, like "I like your shirt." In our culture, "Breaking the Tension," can often involve exchanging insults, but the intent is the same. People want to feel comfortable.

                        I'm aware I accidentally keep posting unfinished pages. Sorry. Now back to the essay.

                       When we touch, as in greeting or especially massage, our thoughts are of that other persons feelings. This is no cold reading. That pain, that joy is a sacrifice, it is an offering of yourself. In that short moment we share feeling. Every time I look into someones eyes, I get to step outside of myself. Eye contact? Our eyes don't really touch, but then why is it so difficult? Could we say that there is a science of touch? I feel that by taking you into the taboo of touch I am mixing art with science. I look at your hands. I touch you.

                        How ironic that because of the human need for appropriate boundaries we have gone to the other extreme of isolation and self denial. We have come to a society where media determines our worth. And yet I have this strange need to be able to touch you with my words only. You need not listen, but if you do, I would want to give you something of value and personal meaning.

A Love That Defies Description

                       As I have a perverse love of mathematics, I have been force feeding the raw data. Most of the subtleties and hard study has been predigested so as the information goes down easy. Without you even noticing you have been emersed in mathematics as a purely topical subject medium. If you are accustomed to math, if and when I'm wrong you are probably screaming at your computer. We mathematicians can be a contentious lot of people. And as the bulk of my propositions still need considerable verification, any little mistake is in fact an omission, and must not be tolerated. Add that the subject in question is the "Analysis of the Para Psychological Methods," many of you may have good reason to want to argue. Just the dual usage of, "Symbolic Language," as both poetry and math really pisses some people off.

                       My work as an intuitive, therapist, reader and trainer means that I am not only looking at people, I'm also touching them. Personally, intimately, sensitively I sometimes experience others perceptions. Sometimes with people I have been involved with in the past, I can enjoy a kind of love that in a moment is so profound, I almost choke. I know that this indescribable love is partly symptomatic of being a sensitive and an ecstatic. It is also rather strange that when I piss someone off and they are skilled at hiding it, I always know. I try to mind my own business. But I tore down those wall years ago, no separation.

                       Please forgive me. This is the most unbelievable experience I have ever had in this long career. I feel this love for you. There is nothing magical about what is happening.

                       I make a new post. And I just checked the blog stats. Thank you all for trying to read me. You have made me so happy. I am so proud of you all. "(^_^)"

Seamless Syncretism {Exploring the Void}

                         In the first hundred posts, we have documented many of the ancient soft technologies. With the emphasis on the ordering and structure of these various meta formally logical, enumerate partitioned and symmetrically collated traditions, we map for uncertainties. I will never ask you to believe or not, I simply want you to adapt to seeing data mapping as models. These models are just like the ones we use in math and physics, their just older and although seemingly arbitrary, often elegant. The utility of these "esoteric?" diagnostics is why although they evolved into our modern sciences, they are still being used today.

                         As a professional psychic trained and educated, I am eternally reminded of the wealth that comes from knowledge. As the sensitive I've lived with horrifying pain. Temporal lobe seizures, migraines, type 2 hypo manic Bi-Polar depression, perceptual hyper focus, ghosts. Now as I've turned the fifty plus milestone, I lived to finish my work.

                         The greatest void I experience is not uncertainty, I find that pure joy. The greatest void is the emptiness between people. Opening my perfumed little vat of sorrows, an agony so sweet I cannot bare to live without. Remove the stopper, release the spirit, we have been together a million times before. (I would want that nothing I do will ever cause you pain or make you suffer.) In this eye of the beholders, this shared vision of beauty was built for us by those who loved us. These wonderful humans saw to it that mercy allowing, we might never have to feel alone. But man does not see it.

                         Clumsy segue. Thank you to all of you readers who have put my blog on your auto access service in your browsers. I still get the occasional random searchers who tap onto my posts. But as I can see from my blog stats I have some very curious and intelligent followers. (Tears of Joy.)

                         Back to that gaping void of content between us humans, ouch. The ancient seers had an eye for order and structure. Were we to arrogantly presume to be smarter than our ancestors we would be wrong. Similarly when we look at personal blind spots, often people think they are alone. It is most ironic, that that which we have most in common, we use against each other. I'm talking to pain. Self indulgent egotistical pain. Suffering, I renounce thee. No more will you keep us apart.

                         What I have found most delightful is as I analyze data for uncertainties, I've seen a host of resources. All of these riches are hidden in clear sight. And the most amazing of these mysteries is the seamless syncretism that spans the ages, bringing us this symmetrical coalescence of our shared culture of understanding. I know my words must sound strange when waxing poetic about data. This is the great hoard of data.

                         So this past, present and future has been stitched seamlessly into this inescapable moment. As I have proposed, "Truth is the only eventuality." Truth is the inevitable result of love. This is what was  meant when it was said, "You are made in the likeness of pure love." Who would have thought that love and beauty could be so dangerous. The indomitability of non violence may be no guaranty of success, but love can obliterate lies of selfishness. No black hole is as cold or dark as is the heart of denial. We live in a hostile universe, and yet we persist in trying to thrive. This is that shared timeless vision of the light of love. Rock on beautiful. I wish I could do more.

Fixing a Hole in the Ocean

 

                         I have come to find such terse statements as, #2. "EVERYONE HAS BLIND SPOTS AND EVERYONES BLIND SPOTS ARE DIFFERENT." Trying to show to people what is not seen is almost an impossibility. I'm going to be using small round clear rocks to prove the point. Glaciers have brought an almost infinite mix of stones to the gravel deposited here in the north. Milled and polished, if there are diamonds, I have found them in beautiful mass profusion. So as I have milled and polished the gemstones of the human soul, I give raw diamonds to my old girl friends.

                         Photos and tests for hardness and optical properties will be included in the blog. I have been told that, "If so and so says that they have never found diamonds," then neither did I. And if they are actually diamonds, (I have found many many many, large, white, colored and flawless,) then they must be blood diamonds and I am shown the door. I have had the time and the technique and the patience to search exposed gravels in angled sunlight. I knew this was a perfect metaphor for that which is not seen is that which is not believed.

                         I conflict endlessly with this issue. People would rather gouge out their eyes than have to be corrected about denial or ignorance. And in this modern age of micro attention and informational undertow, opportunity abounds for peoples childish evasions. Most people want to believe that our personal suffering makes us special. Nonsense. Nothing feeds the ego like suffering. But to what end? (Suffering I renounce thee.)

                         If you are a rational person, (and even if you are not,) you too may be doubting my sanity. But that is the nature of trying to fix the hole in bottom of the ocean. It is a thankless job going up against the tyrants of mass stupefaction. Most of us are so preoccupied with our own sense of defensive alienation that the thought of making a viable contribution to the preservation of the human race is considered symptomatic of a dangerous mental illness. Noble, but grandiose, tragic and deluded are the Do Rights and Dreamers. Should we be ashamed for wanting what is best for everyone?

                         Something a little less heavy, I wonder if people will be able to get back to the beginning of my book. I suppose that until it's published in hard copy you can get to it through the bottom of the posts listings. It started last April.

Circular Maturation

                         When people see my body, people tend to say that "age is just a number." In many of the world's philosophies maturity is seen as a blessing. In Taoism we believe that old age can be a sign of goodness, integrity. I did a painting in the early "80's" called, "THE GERIATRIC SURPRISE, The Forgotten Sweetheart." Fortunately, after so many years of illness and starvation my face now does show my true age.

                          There is a short story by, Oscar Wilde, called, "THE PORTRAIT OF DORIAN GREY." The man keeps a painting of himself hidden in his closet. As time goes by his picture shows his aging and decrepitude. He himself does not age. As all of his friends and family die he looses empathy for people and learns to exploit his youthful good looks.  When death finally catches up with him all of his evil that corrupted his portrait is instantly dumped on him. His portrait had returned back to the face of Dorian, the young man, as he first appeared when the picture was painted. Happy ending?

                          I have met this amazing ageless little man of stunning youthful masculine beauty at my gym, who had also studied "Chi Gung" all of his life. He made a joke about the painting in the back of his closet. He was sixty. He is not the only one. ENTER: The Power Of Purpose.

                         I would want that as you are reading, your mind is turning slowly into a newer place. We have designed this course to mimmic the effects of a psychic reading. You hopefully will be able to experience the wonder and amazement that your clients experience. (Boy could I be so very wrong. You could think of me as, "this so called "Psychic," who is so full of crap." And maybe I am.) But we will never know unless with the power of my convictions, I am at least willing to risk being wrong. Maturity is a trade off. We will never know if we are right unless we are here to learn the truth. And even then we may have to wait a long time. A huge bouncer once said to me, "Make a few mistakes, then you will know you are right.

                         This old merry go round of life is a wheel of fortune. The trade offs seem innumerable. Win some, Loose some, Just don't play the game. It all seems the same in the end. "It's best when dealing with matters of the heart, to never tell others what to think."

Growing into a new history NEXT CORE DOCUMENTATION # 2

                         I am going to repost this page from back on Thursday, July 4, 2013 

Wheel of life:

                                                         2.  Monogamy / Marriage                     
                                  1.  Childhood Abstinence  ~X~  3. Post Monogamy / Promiscuity
                                                         4.  Emotional Affairs / Transitional Relationships

                            Let's look at another one of my models. "Circular Maturation." When we are children we are sexually pure. We were all tops, starting on the wheel of life the first "Ideal" prepares us for the assent into "Marriage." Ideally from virgins we are sanctified for becoming uncorrupted "Parents." Anything past a personal history of monogamy implies an adultery, a non-monogamy. I know this sounds like B.S. but bear with me just a little longer. From the top of the wheel we turn again downward. We mature to an almost inevitable state of non-monogamy. Maturation can always be seen as a decline into a lower energy state. Post marital divorce almost always precedes 2nd marriages, however now days most of us lost our virginity before marriage. <Promiscuity is by definition any sexual contact with more than one other person.> This obviously can't be the end. We reach the bottom of the cycle only prepared to take on a new beginning with the ability to "love" many people emotionally, even without attachment. Maturation does seem to involve new capacities for a "love " that can again be pure, and it is generally not sexual. Unlike a supposed "one " true love, Emotional Affairs are almost always transitional in nature. Many of the most profound love relations are of this purely friend type.