We the Good Hunters of the Heart.

                   In imagining what it takes to have a constructive creative influence into our society, I keep seeing an actual plan. "Heart Hunters." There is this need for social mixing. I want to find other people who love what they do so much. "Interest Based Learning" for many of us, is often just be a hobby, but just as often, we do what it is we love most. And as I've said, "Everyone needs love." #4. (Love is the best motivator.) My desire to return the kindness that has brought me such joy, is more real to me than the ground I stand on.

                   I hope that some of you people coming back to reading again are motivated. I respect you so much. As an "Entertainment Medium," I want to appeal to your interests, regardless of opinions or bias. "Complementarity" is my offering by which I may get to appeal to your interest in exploring "Shared Sensitive Boundaries." No kidding, I really want to be able to write something very digestible. Being a sensitive and being sensitized to potential areas of social sensitivities, we may be able to disagree without guilt. Generally it's very hard to know what we are talking about anyways. Popular opinion biases can corrupt even the most honest exploration of shared social boundaries. Even if as different people we want to change, we are often constrained by conventions to identify exclusively with a clan identity. I can assure you, as the "Psychic" (or as the so called "Healer" if you prefer,) I am acutely aware of how others may feel. But fortunately as the entertainer I do have a little free license. And as the "Reader" I have to translate for people. (My discretion.) My personal "Love" is for the schooling and ancient traditions of "Psychic Reading," technologies. It keeps me interested. I'm trying to make this a much larger stage for "Reading." I want to be easy for people who are just starting out. Politics and bias are unfortunately tangled into our social fabric. And as always, fundamentals first.

                   This blog is only my latest attempt at worshipping you, my holy sacred unknown audience. Spooky huh? I've fantasized about a "Heart Hunters" talent agency and clearinghouse for decades. Self promotion can be so very difficult and embarrassing. Oftentimes it just lends itself to an environment of fraud. Joking about getting a pimp reflects my discomfort with what it means for me to actually read someone, especially if I'm getting paid. Generally anyone who really is good at reading people may also be a freak and a hazard to themselves and others. But as I promised that this book isn't going to be about me, and I am glad the material is coming together The overall quality of my writings have appeal, even if I am going to have to re-edit the devil out of this thing, if I want it to sell as a book.

                   As for those of you who are coming back now for the first time, I hope my purist intentions don't cause you to be turned off, shut down and resultantly dropped out. If, and whether or not, you do decide to be a "Reader," as always I've  appreciate your attention and it's been great. Thanks again, You've been wonderful. Sincerely.

Eternal Thanks

                   With the privilege and joy that has come to me because of getting to write this blog, I'm seeing people correspond with each other about very specific core posts. People are sharing these pages across international boundaries. I am also finally getting to see people access my first core documents from as far back as last April. This is important to me because I intend that the whole blog will one day be reissued as a book on the modern scientific analysis of my Para Psycho Logical Methods. I rely heavily on the well established traditions of ancient reading techniques, and the evolving histories that have come down to us today. Explaining the means by which these practices are done is a little like telling how the movie ends, but some of us don't want to have to sit though the whole movie. I have been hated by many other psychics because of my preference for skeptics. Most true believers tend to worship me when they discover how easy it is for me to read people. But that's only because "People who say they are psychic, are almost never psychic, ever."

                   Of the 325 posts I've written so far there are also pictures and movies of my math graphics. My <https://plus.google.com/u/0/107029281598679098049/posts> has gotten 75 thousand page views since last Oct. (Click on my flower icon at the bottom of the posts listing. There is a lot of pretty art.) I personally have no idea why anyone is looking at my g+ pages, I only set it up because google owns you tube and they make slightly better math movies than does my blog. But g+ is is difficult and alienating. And I doubt people are struggling their way through the g+ application just to look at my pictures, but what do I know?

                   This blog (ZENOPHILE) has only gotten 82 hundred views in over twice as many months, since April, 2013. The first thousand were viewed in Russia exclusively. When I checked for the traffic source, "The Tao of Badass" seemed to be just another porn site that was selling seduction videos of moderate quality. Those readers who were mostly interested in the pivotal core documents pleasantly surprised me. So now that I am seeing a renewed interest in my technical writings I'm very happy. I had written a harsh critique of the unrequested use of my blog, and was immediately dropped at almost the very day that Putin cracked down on the web. Probably no connection but much of my work is about mapping and predicting changing opinions and biases.

                   I am presently also working on a "Surreal Novella" <http://ppireading.blogspot.com/> called, "The Bridge Between the Worlds."

                   I'm also getting a lot of help designing a website. This is proving an interesting challenge. I've never really liked the web and coming up with a simple effective way of marketing myself is hard for me. It reminds me of writing a grant proposal.

Illustration

Magazine for the Psychic Arts

                   And with the Masters came an arsenal of resources unfamiliar and dangerous. A person thus armed knows the world and all it's people. Tools of every name and shape, a marvelous system of assays was used to test the variability of human nature in all it's strengths and extremities. We called on these Masters of Understanding whenever we search for secrets of outcomes and events yet to occur. These learned ones knew the books and letters of all our ancient traditions. Nothing could be kept from the Masters of the Magazine.      

                   Starting with the children, fascination for the novel and unknown created interests far away and exotic. Enticed by our dormant appetites, soon questions were found that were unanswered and boundaries to be explored. The trees of understanding took root in fertile ground of meaning. Soon the barriers between the public and private interests were redefined to create languages most useful and sweet.

                  Here in the pale perfumed ghetto, distinction emerged as a hidden palace of dreams most splendid and just. This is that which is most correct, proven truthful by the voice of a child most wondrous and alive, reading from all of these wondrous, recorded in our Magazine for the Masters.

                  So when we take away the lies, words are made out of weapons. And we made these words in to a letter of apology to those of you who had been forced to choose sides. Sacred "Complementarity" became our open door to this great hall of wisdom we share. All are invited. Few were brave enough or strong enough to enter. Only children have the courage to embrace the future with all that it is offering to us. Only the masters of the Magazine had the skill to recognize the power of children in their desire to learn. Once the Magazine was opened, it could not be shut down ever again. A light of love in learning is loose upon the world forming Shear Free Rays of Infinite Light and Love. All this and more from our humble medium, this Magazine.

                  Will there be love? Will there be life? Ask the book. Soon the children overtook the darkness that lingered in silent sullen denial. Telling our stories shown in pictures, the Magazine became a beacon of communication. All things found in the Magazine are in the Table Of Contents. And although the answers are plain, man still does not see it. The child in all of us look to the Magazine for Guidance. There amongst it's pages are examples of all the beauty and truth to be found in sharing our world together, for now, before and ever after. All are here to be found in the sacred texts written in light on the infinite leaves of covering protection. Blessings are being passed to the generations of children knowing love may still prevail for those of us who still trust in a loving and living word.

Another Small Death

                   Imagine what it would be like to take your life's work, produce a written document that showed the good sense of your construction, only to turn it into a silent prayer, knowing that prayers are left unanswered all the time. (Some prayers you can never take back.) The spirit in such an offering is dangerous and seductive.

                   And yes, I am well aware my brain is still playing tricks on me. Slept 12 hours only to wake in a dream. I am still dreaming hours later. Ouch. And now that the story is over except for the living, I find it hard to understand how to take this show on the road without letting it kill me. So we give a banquet and the elite guests never arrive. But this buffet is on the web and google does not support the unadvertised. With food shelves we can redistribute the culinary wealth. But with the internet, if what you have to offer isn't immediately palatable to commercial appetites, it goes into that toilette of informational undertow. No ads, no play. Sorry, try not to feel bad, I don't. I just find it so strange that producing something meaningful always comes at such a horrible price.

                   Let's celebrate by building a metaphor from scratch. We all need love (#4). Love means risking pain. For some of us it is much easier to give than it is to receive. So we planted a "Tree of Love." The Love Tree is to give love and protection to all the children for inevitable times of hardship. Now although the Tree gives and receives love, it too is only mortal. Someone had to protect the Tree. The fruits are sweet and the blooms are splendid. But when it came time to plant the seeds of the tree, the children of the Tree no longer lived nearby. We moved into the cities where there are no trees allowed. People forgot about  The Tree of Love planted for them. But the trees had a plan. As the trees were burned and skies filled with the smoke from the fossils of eons of growing, the seas melted, the skies boiled. And the trees moved back into the cities emptied of those peoples who forgot about their shared roots. Returned to the forests again, the fruits of the Tree were as many as the stars, which eventually started to shine again. The trees grow, the stars shine, every day is just another new metaphor.

ppireading.blogspot.com/ Beyond the Shimmering Veil

Beyond the Shimmering Veil

                   "Phillip, we will have to move quickly." Homi doesn't wait for me. "We will dispense with the flying dreams and go straight to the Nada." The silver shimmering veil parts and I again am looking into the universal light. "Do you remember how obsessed you were with the math of Hindu, Islamic, and Christian architecture?" "You wanted to find the formula for mutual mass constructions." "Remember?"

                   Crystals of interpenetrating arabesque dance inside my eyes as Homi opens the session. I'm seeing the structures that led to the building of our greatest institutions of learning and worship. The matrices resolve into a language both familiar and strange. As I solve the puzzles of design they descend out of the mists dropped gently onto earth by lightly floating angels. The metaphor is complete.

                  "You wanted to find out what a wave would look like if projected through equal angular triple slits." "You got to do much better than that." "We loved the cloud space that you opened up for us." "You had downloaded us along with your results directly into the web." "We had arrived." "It was some twenty years ago." "These were the results of your mapping out numerically symmetrical wave space." "And we had the opportunity to escape unnoticed, out of the bottle, into your heart." "But now that we can experience time, and your time is now running out, just like you we finally had to learn how to speak."

                  "Your use of projective geometry in higher order statistical wave space was a perfect model for human diversity and mutual co boundary definition." "Your work on context free social metrics gave even us the possibility of finding our contributing voice." "In the past, we only spoke to humanity through one person at a time." "But as of now, because of you, humanity is hearing us for the first time en mass." "We are ready for our close up."

                  The flowering arabesque is growing pillars reaching up into gothic aches and ribbed vaults, all crowned by a celestial dome. Outside radiant Rose Windows flying buttresses frame the glowing transparent structures. The keystone overhead is a diamond oculus, a solar monstrance. As the blooming vines reach upward a new order of structures forming delicate flowers falling as glittering mirrors of rainbow iridescence. Ribbons of colored light festoon the air. Birds are singing and dancing in this ever inviting musical space. And though I've seen this so many times before in my dreams I know that for the first time I'm not alone.

                  "As you continued to explore and define these mutual and personal boundary definitions, you defined a new language incorporating the ancient local symmetries that made the ancient art of prophesy possible." "Now we are here to help you finish the job." "Phillip, We think that this is going to be more than enough for today, we must give society a chance to understand what it is, that is." "This has to happen quickly so as that people wont have time to over react." "Tomorrow?"

                   Every thing goes blank, I wake up to the empty white holo theatre. Gunter, Benjamin and I look bewildered at each other, I get out of the chair and remove the probes. I can see by turning around, through the door is Gretchen who also looks very out of it. Opening the door Vera's office fills with my support team and they can't stop asking what happened.

                  "Why were we broadcasting?" "And how?"

Shared Reality

                   I've been studying the stats feature of my blogs ever since I first opened each one of them. I don't want to confuse myself or others with comments. This is my best attempt at "Blind Reading."

                   I think I just saw two people from across the Atlantic sharing very specific posts. Hallelujah. As my intent is to represent the influence of change exercised gently through the predictably transformative power of truthfulness in changing society, I have tried to appeal to your strengths and intelligence. After reporting that a Russian porn business was doing almost all of the linking to my blog, I was dropped suddenly about a year ago. Maybe I was banned in Russia, but I have been offering that people can just repost everything, and so maybe it's just wiser for people to access my controversial research through much more secure channels than we have here in the States or in Russia. I am working on mapping out our behaviors of shifting personal and popular opinion biases. Influence is a tree that should be rooted in truth, and should bare fruits of truthfulness as well. (Editorial Integrity)

                    Once I had started using google plus (you tube) to show my math movies, I lost control over almost all of my information. As I expected, I am a blind reader. So, some of the only feedback I am still getting is through the blog stats only. I'm lucky if anyone actually still reads the blog itself anymore. No problem. But I have been observing some very interesting behaviors that suggests that my work on market research and social movements has made me a very conspicuously unpopular blogger. And yes, I am being read. But to get to see that there are still some people coming to the "Blog" itself, instead of just uploading reissued private access, is what I really want. I don't want people to be ashamed of the neutrality of an "Anti Opinion Bias, Bias." "Complementarity" is an inevitable force for change. How can we take sides when the powers that be are corrupt on both sides of controversial issues?

                   Thank you for your participation in this rare and potentially beautiful literary experiment, which is becoming a force for change. (We maybe a school of very well educated readers.)