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.