Life In The Web

                   The last thing that I expected when I started this blog was that you would become such a good friend.

                   As the sensitive I've had to adjust to a full spectrum of symptoms that represent the cutting edge of neuro physics. (Even my spell check likes to point out that there technically is no such thing as "Neuro Physics.") Between the outside world and the inside is a dynamic universe. Sensitive boundaries and synthetic language says we are in a mutually constructed reality. Alternative medicine has provided me the means to sober up from the soul searing life of "Kriyas," psychic perceptions.

                   Now, living in the world of people I still have to experience the occasional melting of the proverbial "Walls of Separation." Look, people, I really do love you and I love the fact that I get to spend these wonderful hours with you. I never expected that this would become my best outlet for showing my love and faith in the integrity of our ultimate becoming. But I dread the fact that if my research is proven correct, I will end up as some kind of guru. Someone is going to have to do it.

                   But for now my needs are being met through other much more controllable outcomes. For the time I'm not taking new Reading clients. As I mentioned, I'm working in massage therapy and pain management. I'm not surprised to discover that one of the massage therapists I work with is married to a woman who works on our local professional team. I've gotten to see some miracles and I get peace from releasing a life of pain and unremitting tension.

                  I switched web designers. My previous web designer is a wonderful friend, but I may never see her again. I can't miss people, like jealousy, attachment is an emotion I only experience in very rare brief flashes that always resolve into giggles and joy. I still think of Gretchen almost every day. (Fly away little fledgeling, fly away.) To be able to experience such normal feelings is for me refreshing and comic. With "Touch Training" I resolved all of my abandonment issues and separation anxiety. I never really had normal anxiety anyways. It's always been dread and agitation that drove my mania. When the dead crawl into bed with me every night, attachment kind of looses it's appeal.

                 I see that some of my readers from abroad are trying to contact me. I am reluctantly going to link my blog to a website. I mean no disrespect to you my dear sacred readers. It's just that the rarity of perception causes me concern for anyone who may find me.

The Test

                   I'm very fortunate to be someone who has no reason to be believed. You know how you are not supposed to be crazy? When I went to school, I asked to have my work stolen from me. Your welcome.

                   A big part of my training at the Academy was "Voice Training." Steve would have me tell him stories and make up elaborate pieces of music. Normally being the best psychic in town meant he was keeping everyone at a distance. But with me he insisted on letting me stop by at my discretion. Talk about out of my league. But none the less, I later found out this 800 lbs. gorilla in the living room liked me a lot. I told him about various books about tragic composers and their dramatic painful lives. I told him which one would make the best movie, (and it did) even if it was total fiction. He insisted on making me remember the actual name of the author of said fiction. Turned out it was the same name as a local folk musician, which confused me. Even with all of my brain damage he still could get me to remember things briefly.

                 Besides playing guitar and piano for him, Steve let me show him my art, paintings and diagrams. I also sang. I sang like a bird on acid. In key and on time. I constructed these wonderful operas, which he secretly recorded. I had told him about my expectations that if I didn't give the work away it would be unnecessarily lost. He called in his secretary about 53 minutes into this one composition just to blow his mind. A normal person would not believe that such a thing could ever happen, beautiful difficult modulations, unimaginable effortless progressions. I even knew who it was that would be able to produce the best sound for that particular composition. It was not the only time this happened. That was 35 years ago.

                 If nothing else it proved that Steve was right to say, "Just because you are able to think something up does not mean that anyone else is ever going to be able to think up the same thing." Signature behavior and all.

                When I told him I was leaving the Academy, he said that no one was going to believe me. A very defensive reaction from a self confessed functional paranoid. But as was Steve's style, he believed me when I said that I didn't care and that we could still encounter each other outside of school. He softened his understandably harsh response gave me 5$ for lunch. I never saw him at the Academy again.

Illustrator II

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.