The Hungry Ghost In The Machine {Excerpt, "The Bridge Between the Worlds."}

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014          Set; 9:38 A.M. April 23rd, 2031                Brussels, Psychic Competitions

                   I take Jennifer's right hand with my left and walk to the back door of church, back under the trees. "So why did you ask me about the infinite repartitioning of memory using meta formal logic strings to encode imprint data?"

                  "I started thinking about the way you compared the Super Normal Sensory Stimulus Response, with superior intelligence." She slows down in the shadows of the trees rosy dappling sunlight. Gentle rhythmic breezes drive the warmth all around us, the leaves making dancing fingers of sunlight massaging the air. She goes on talking as she stops and faces me with her back to the open river bank. "I remember reading your Propositional Assertions." "Your statistical models distinguish personal differences as the dynamic of an x variable" "There must always be more Socially Recursive Boundary Definitions to find." "You say this is how we see ourselves as different or the same, and these boundaries are always growing and changing" Jen looks right into my eyes. "But the problem for me is when do we stop redefining ourselves relative to each other?" "It seems to me like every time you find another variable, you will always find new polarities the directional momentum for each trait and characteristic is always in mutual transition." "I mean are we really that diametrically dynamic or is that just another one of your writers tricks?"

                   I know she isn't trying to be sarcastic, but I like well thought out questions. "That's not a question, you're trying to dialogue." "Right?"

                   "No, you're right." She says "I'm just getting started" She turns and starts to walk toward the north side of the church, past the back door toward a garden wall that is over grown with vines and shrubs. The Lilacs have just started opening, as does so much more inside of me and all around us.

                  She continues, "You wrote about, CONTROL DOMINANCE Versus TRUST DOMINANCE." "And those "DUEL NECESSARY CONFLICTING VICES of Baseless Optimism and Rational Pessimism." "About the CONFLICTING VIRTUES of Over Dependability and Un Expressed Expectations." You talked about how everything in human nature is just a modeling for a distribution, and that at the heart of all our Presumptive Values is merely the symmetrization of variable personal social dynamics, pro and con." "All these mappings have cycles and waves of predictable eventuality, today will be yesterday, as of tomorrow, blah blah blah, etc. etc."

                  I nod in total agreement. "Jennifer, you're highlighting my embarrassment as the self doubting psychic." "But as much as I agree with all your objections, I ask you to review the findings." Jennifer leans against a cool bare spot on the brick wall looking at me. She is framed by the budding vines in the perfume of the earliest spring blooms. I myself am like this older neighborhood with all the mature trees, established perennials and deep healthy roots in the fertile soil. "If you remember, in my "Surreal Novella" I always recommended Splitting the Bias." Her fresh flawless skin is glowing as her eyes begin to sparkle. I know I'm getting to her point. "In all of our "Mutually Defined Socially Recursive Boundary Definitions we have Biases, Polarity." "Remember?" "This is by definition the dynamic sensitive boundary thats responds to changes in public and personal opinion biases." "Statistics have proved, People do change perspectives, It just takes time."

                  "Yes, I remember all that stuff about your shared social properties of the Collected Symmetrical Coalescence." She affirms, "It all makes perfect sense to me. Splitting the Bias is nothing more than getting people to resolve conflicts through clarifying boundary definitions." "Nothing new there either." "And I also knew there probably wasn't any other way for you to prove the existence of Meta Formal Logic without using Intuitive Induction to map out Shifting Opinion Biases in responses to social change" (At this moment, I swear even the birds are singing in harmony with her with her lilting assertions.)

                 She goes on, "But the TRUE HOAX?" "Confessions Of A Professional Psychic?" "That was cruel!" "Did you have to trick people to get us to believe you are telling the truth?"

                 Now I believe we are getting somewhere. The warm wind is blowing stronger through the treetops. In the pink morning sky a storm is coming. Jennifer is right on target. I've always felt like a fraud, even telling the truth. I would have to be dead, not to notice how humble and unsuspectingly beautiful Jennifer is right now in this balmy warm windy Belgian Spring morning. I can't see what's coming and I like it. I look up through the trees, to smell rain yet to fall. I see dark clouds come to shelter us, providing comfort and sustenance. Soft thunder announces the changes foreshadowed by the productive "Night Before our Morning After." I haven't seen anything yet. I don't even care. She holds out her hand feeling the first mist to fall before larger drops reach us here on the ground. Suddenly that feeling of suspense and free fall kicks in. We are in trouble. I again take her hand and gesture that we need to go inside, again she stops.

                   "I can't go in with you yet." She's crisp. "You need to face this alone." "Your friends will be here to help you, I need to prepare for someone." Jennifer then says with conviction, "We aren't finished yet, I will come and find you later." She clarifies, "I still don't know what happened last night behind the scenes, or what lead up to this rollout event." Jennifer knows more than she's saying, and I'm a little uncomfortable with her abrupt mood change. After decades on the job you'd think I'd be used to it by now.

                   The warmth of light is gone, I take to the door and pull the handle. It feels like cold night in here. The basement of this old church was converted to casual venue for intimate entertainment and lectures. The sweet smell of ancient must fills this old building reminding me of antiques.

                   Gretchen approaches me looking tired and depressed, "Phillip, we are in trouble." "The price of both Oraca and InterSpace stock are plummeting." "This was always a real possibility, but I didn't expect the boards would be colluding, hedging against our inevitable dismissals." "Their claiming that we are conspiring to misappropriate "their" company software." She says, "They claim our stunt is an international violation of company copyrights, wiping out their exclusive proprietorship all of our Games Systems, even yours" "They must have found out last night and filed suit against us in the U. S. in the wee of the night." "I've heard subpoenas are coming and warrants aren't far behind." Gretchen is noticeably shaking. I was just a tool and I went right along with it. These kinds of proxy fights have dogged me ever since I first started documenting my analysis systems for P. P. I. Services. The stock holders have always threatened to withdraw their money if I couldn't provide the business securities (copyrights) that would insure their investments. This was to be my primary motivation for creating phantom limited liability partnerships in the first place. Who knew? There's no protection from mass change.

                  "Gretchen, you did this on purpose" I say with concern. "I will support you in any way I can, but this whole event is so unlike you." "You were the person I came here to extract." I think out loud "I myself like a little controlled uncertainty." "But my research clearly asserts, People prefer the sure deal, but not you." "Why were you making waves now?" Gretchen?!?

                   There is a shocking blast of blue white light knocking out the electricity with explosive thunder. Lightning hits the building shaking the foundation, leaving us in the dark. It is night time under the cloud of darkness until circuit breakers reconnect power illuminating the pitch black basement. Gretchen is holding on to me. This is the woman I always knew her to be, powerful, vulnerable, impetuous.

                   Quivering she steps back and says, "This is too weird." "I'm in love with Gunter and I'm just too scared to not have a job." "I know I can always do freelance code writing, but I just hate not being in control of my own work." Being the head of this corporation just got to me." "I love the work but I hate the games that go with pretending that I even care about money." "The more money I have the easier it is to loose it, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to sabotage my retirement at the top of my career."

                   Gunter is coming down the stairs with a big happy grin on his face, "Did you hear everybody, We're getting sued." "Isn't that great?" He laughs. There is another blast of lightning and thunder this time a little further away. It seems the tension is being broken. He see that Gretchen is noticeably upset and hugs her. "Oh Gretchen, I'm sorry, you are such a dear." "We'll get through this just like we always do." Gunter feels terrible for celebrating folly. "We only did this so we can be together, don't my cry sweetheart" "I'm with my family again." "Oh Gretchen, I'm so sorry." "I thought you knew, this will probably blow over."

Competition Readers. PROGNOSTICATING DYNAMIC ASSERTIONS

                  Infectious Zenophiliacs Rampage across the Heartland. ("Trustworthy people inspire confidence.") For modern search engines these types of sentences are garbled nonsense. This is why newspaper articles are not easily accessible through direct general search. Until positioning ID values for a particular keyword is established all typographic background information is of course identified by subject, title, date or other classification parameters, only. My so called Mythic Zenophile and of course that mass contagion of Infectious Zenophilia is just another internet proof that demonstrates this point. Zenophrenics the world over are just dying to love you. I'm not the only Jovian on this planet.

                  But O. K. Enough about the academics. I want to be able to demonstrate. If the Zenophile searches on the internet continue reaching certain critical thresholds, we may have created a theoretical entity called a Zenophile. "Complementarity" for me has always meant, "Love Thy Neighbor." But if we do run large campaigns promoting Spirit Tech, "Conversions" may not be a good thing. Simple Zenophilia itself can be very disabling, especially during an general outbreak. No one wants to hear from their doctors, "I'm sorry madam, your husband has contracted Infectious Zenophilia." Zenophreniacs will end up wandering the beaches of Ibiza. I know that at this time, you have no reason to believe me, yet. It's going to happen people, with or without me. Will anyone remember? I can't possibly be the only one. I won't be the only person this much in love with life, and doing something about it. This language is ours. The future belongs to someone else. We can do something about it in the mean time, right now. (Do you know any Rabid "Vegans," Scruffy Anarchists, Godless Atheists, Goddess Worshippers, Radical Liberals, Animal Rights Fanatics and last but not least, Militantly Non Violent Types like me?) Can a zenophiliac by any other name sound so silly? "We love you." (And we are coming to get you. Unite and conquer people. Zenophilia is a life sentence, and it's spreading.)

                  I did want to be able to remove myself from this goofy equation. I'm trying not to be too weird. It's just that this is actually working. And it is kind of funny. The Zenophile walks. I'm not sure if I should worry about this yet, but, Every good Golem does need a good Mensch. Will he kill the Czar?

Meta Formal Logic and The Wheel of Life { Post # 2 }

                         

                          What do the Wheel of Life, the Riddle of the Sphinx and the "OM" have in common. All three are "Meta Formally Logical," "Ancient" and they are all measures of time. Let's look at the mappings.                        Alter- ( + ) - nating 

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                                                                     (U)                                                                                                                positive (+)   Up     ^  (A) == (M)  v      (-)   Down  negative

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                                                              Null (0) Silence
                           It's time we get to it. The sphinx asked Oedipus, "What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and on three legs in the evening?" (I'm not going to go into why guys want to marry their mom types, Oedipus.) In the morning of life babies crawl. At our peak of life we stand to walk. In maturity we are forced to use crutches to lean on. Four legs, two legs, and at last three.

                           With this triangulation of life's full measure, we come next to the Wheel of Life, the three "Gunas." (Much has been written about this elastic concept that has many definitions. Hindu philosophy, in English, Crowley's, THE BOOK OF THOTH.") The three Gunas or electricities are descriptive analogies for the basic forces of life. Positive (Fire, creative, masculine); Transitive (Air, active, alternating); Negative (Water, receptive, feminine.) Regrettably, with the institutionalization of Vedic dogma came the Caste system with it's classism and it's misogyny. But the essential principles have survived in Arhvedic medicine.

                            The "OM" from the Upanishads, is the logical extension of this philosophical artifact of the "Wheel of Life." And later became the Buddhist, "Wheel of Law," (Karma.) But the Idea is basically the same. Up, then over, and then down; a beginning, the middle, and then the irreversible punishing end. How the law of Karma ever became a law of punishment I really don't understand but it would seem that any religion can be majorly flawed and corrupted.

                             Ah, the "OM" is the most pristine and elegant of all the mantras. As a chanted utterance, it signifies the zoom of consciousness in life through the world. Say "A," "U," "M." With the silence at the end of each breath, each life, each moment; there is the moment of rest, of release, a moment in preparation of the next breath, the next life, the next eternity.

                             "A," The positive creative opening, starting aspirant. "U," The transitive active part of the expression. "M," The muting closing off of the sound rounding off the resonance in acceptance of the temporal. And then silence, the breath, life and awareness is refreshed, in preparation to start again. "A" childhood/ the morning /spring. "U" adulthood/the active mid day/ summer. "M" old age/ evening/ autumn. And silence/ death/ the winter. You will find these kind of meta formal metrics throughout all Bronze Age philosophical language. Thank you, There should always be a beginning, a middle and an end.

Behavioral Medicine and Psychic Healing {Post # 3}

                   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.

Mutual Magazine Culture

                  Spiritual Engineering has brought us a world few appreciate, and fewer understand. The resentments directed toward those imprisoned in hot seats of power have only made the slopes of the ivory tower more precipitous. We were trained to judge, but never to understand. Before us lay oceans of seemingly pointless opportunities. A flattered world of shared future fictions manufactures our societies of Mutual Magazine Cultures. But only true seers can hear the voices of the new generations emerging out of the Pressureless Pointless Informational Dust.

                  Have you read the news? "The world goes out with a whimper, not a bang." "People may care less about what is happening in Africa, than to what the squirrel in their yard is doing." (Paraphrased from Zuckerburg) This is obviously going to change. The inevitable dispersal of all that wealth is as welcome as the rain. (Did you hear that new Ebola joke? "You probably won't get it.")

                  Counter Lobbyists are New Pariahs. "If we want to solve a problem, we become the problem." (Mine) Binary thinking is going organic. A Tantric guru once said, "Who will care for the needs of the wealthy?" Just cause we don't want to hear something doesn't mean we aren't paying attention.

                  The work is getting done. The Bridge to the Future is being built. Indexing Codes are able to be decrypted now. Mutual Support Systems become a standard by which all other Spiritual Technologies are compared. You probably don't remember yet, but you have already started to read what you will need to remember in the future. The reading is yours. We will want to be able to recognize what we are reading? In today's Mutual Magazine Culture, we get to choose what we want to read, and by whom we want to be read.

                   

Systematic Analysis of Symbolic Languages

Saturday, March 1, 2014

What Is The Code? Finding the CODING DENSITY THRESHOLD

                   A systematic analysis of Symbolic Languages, be they mathematics or lyrical poetry, demands that we decompress the pressureless dust, (This term is borrowed from astrophysics to describe the infinitely dense, infinitely massive pointless matter singularity at the Big Bang.) Like the Big Bang, the amount of information available to be studied and processed is infinite. An accurate multi variate statistical analysis, (Relative to say just one subject like languages,) is one of the most cumbersome forms of Calculus possible. Indexing a directory for important usable vocabularies (data systems profiling) is endless, especially now with code. Now that we have the processing capacities of computers, we may catch up with the naming of different terms we use to describe our unique perceptions. Resultantly, we are seeing an exploding revolution in personal and utilitarian languages. Identifying the social boundaries that define language exclusivity is generating innumerable elite subcultures. "What Is The Code?"

                   Because almost all of my work in Intuitive Diagnostics is directly derived from diverse irreplaceable cultural histories, I am confronting interpersonal language barriers directly. We also get to see the constant advance of a largely expanding computer language code, and yet the Coding Density Threshold of human interaction and sensitivity is still almost completely ignored. Our modern short attention span and technological creep, feeds this dangerous fracturing of our languages. Preferred styles of communication and colloquial tribal language etiquette is often considered law within these exclusively elite sub cultures.

                   I have often been accused of exploiting peoples biases by association with highly partisan "New Age" B. S. By measuring the relative vagueness or over generality of my "psychic readings," I find I am relatively esoteric with a High Coding Density to my language. This is why I prefer reading for skeptics. People with strong opinions, often being just a little intellectually constipated, we are just as often very shrewd and discriminating. This is why I promote an open "Complementarity." Understanding the complex language subtleties of just one of these diagnostic methods, like "Chinese Medicine," does not translate easily. My beautifully dynamic system of diagnostics, which incorporates anthropometrics, ergonomics, biometrics, physiognomy, chirography and chiromancy, and my own system of Social Recursion modeling identifies our self defining mutual distinctions, our personal and maybe exclusive identification boundaries. Most people will not be able or willing to understand, I may as well be speaking Greek.

                  I site, "Mutually Conflicting Virtues" and Contrasting "Necessary Vices" like BASELESS OPTIMISM with RATIONAL PESSIMISM. (both are necessary) Whether I am right or not, these modelings are Meta Formally Logical. I define a norm relative to a linguistic polarity. This singular unity is subject to an Enumerative Partition. (by two in this case.) The domain of these polarized natural extremes is a factor of human diversity. Symmetrically Coalesced we redefine totalistic human variability. Get it? I didn't think so.

                  Let me see if I can make this any simpler. I have managed to directly hit the Coding Density Ceiling. My work in applied esoteric diagnostics has Point / Counterpoint. Popular opinions on these soft (spiritual) technologies is also changing. And the change is to our shared languages. What was once esoteric has now become colloquial. Code is probably just a word for any new unfamiliar language. To some of us, "Code is Poetry." Thank you. You have been very helpful.

THE MERCURY PRESS (News So Fast It Isn't Even True)

                   Good news travels fast digitally. We have the internet, but the have nots, have not. We get to read whatever we want today.  Most people never get to read much of anything very interesting. Fear tops the news. What do you want to read about? The privilege to choose is a huge responsibility. I know, let's start a fictional news service, a Mercury Press. People love a good read. Our biggest luxury is having the time to read what we want to read. Reading is a privilege. (Now the reader gets read.)

                   Blurred lines connect journalism with storytelling? Magazines predict the reading habits of subscribers. (Reading the readers?) We aren't replacing printed media. Self designated reading preferences are the new mutually defined social business media. But the term "personalized preferential indexing" is not good keyword. Personally selected reading habits are what search engines look for when sorting through non finite internet source indexes. There must be a way to crack the impersonal Index Code.

                   Declarations and predictions aren't any fun. But a story about how to successfully tell good stories that come true, now that's good reading. MERCURY PRESS SHATTERS CLASS CEILING The only question is, How? How can a free press shatter the class ceiling? What was once thought spiritual fiction has become scientific fact. Popular paranoia is played out. Truth is much more oppressive, and boring. No need to check under the bed for electronic bugs, privacy is dead. Now we want the search engines to notice us. Don't look for a hidden enemy, if you are reading this you will probably have to create one of your own. Poverty isn't the enemy. In this age of intrusive profiling, marketing campaigns and machine learning, poverty is your only true friend. Small is safe, small is free, small is trouble free Bull Shit. Small may be beautiful, but big is just big.

                    This is where the fiction becomes the fact. If I tell you the truth I don't get payed. If
I tell you stories, (most of which people don't remember anyways) and I get payed big bucks. The psychic reader is a bull shit artist. Ces se moi? (Is that me?) Do you want good story or not? The truth is boring. It's the lie that comes true, (The True Hoax) now that's good reading.

                    Now in order for this to work correctly, you must never believe a word I'm saying, ever. Whether I'm right or not is secondary. The only way any of this makes sense is you must think critically. Get it. The pressure of the word is in it's suspense, not boring predictability. I tell the truth you know, that's easy. I tell you the truth you don't know, and you will fight me kicking and screaming all the way. But you will remember. (It's true.) The frivolity of the MERCURY PRESS is in that you won't know what is true. Am I lying to you when I tell you the truth? Now that's good satire.