Xenophilia; Todays Social Experiment

              The Game is a Foot. I need progress in getting proofs out. Experiments are never gentle. XENOPHILIA will continue to carry my results as they are documented. In review and in exploration the results are worth documenting. The dream goes on. Why are so many new subscriptions to XENOPHILIA coming from the Middle East? Maybe it's the Boundary Definition. "Functional Agoraphobia and the Counter Cultures of Professional Shopkeepers." This takes writing about getting to meet those people who know everybody's names, but are always alone behind the counter.

              But I still need to come up with a new experimental game plan other than just counting views and subscriptions. Information retrieval has become a consumer art. How can I use Google Analytics to prove the viability of my relevant "Free" online content as an evolving creation. Media as the new persistent structure has found appeal through my aniconic Math Graphics Art. The story of how these artifacts have emerged are a proof of a sort. But how do I design an experiment that proves the existence of emerging persistent structures representing a predictably inevitable "New History." This will probably be much harder than just finding examples unexpected of higher order wave forms mapped out onto predictable math models.

              This is a great place to start but as is the case with any kind of Predictive Media, the question becomes "How do we predict the incidence of New Culture?" To simple call it the new emerging "Super Culture" is easy enough after the fact. But we are trying to break new ground here safely in the way that doesn't put people and there families at risk for defying a practical "Complementarity."

              As always, thank you for your help. Let the experiments begin.

Meta Forms & Meta Models: Metaformal Logic in the Era of the "TrumpBot"

              Object Identification is central to any self promotion in sales. Representative participation by necessity "Trumps" the marketing of brand name mass indoctrination. If you don't know what your selling, moral hazards ecru. The Presidential Model "Trumpbot" panders to the average harried consumer. As an expediency, little does the consumer know about factory bugs, which haven't been tested for yet. We're forced into buying the "Pig in a Poke." (A pig in a poke is anything sold in a crate that does not allow for the inspection of a product. This poke is a crate without viewing holes. Is this "Trumpbot" even still alive anymore inside of it's carton? Was he ever alive? This could be the best joke ever played on the American Republican Party. But I don't think the "Trumpbot" was ever programed to laugh, being artificially unintelligent.)

               As for this discretized Meta Model, the "Trumpbot" is so much more than just another tryout for the male lead in a High School production. "Trumpbot" is the brand name metaphor for all of our baser instincts, packaged for your seduction. Buy now before you have a chance to reconsider. The major problem with using any one person as a symbolic "Model," is that all biased Meta Models are partitioned out of a larger, much more inclusive original totality. This inevitable complementary demands parity, this includes all people who like me may not be Nationalistic or racist in our political tastes. Whenever you model for an exclusive objective from within an "In Group," you are invariably inclusively defining another inevitable out group. As a proud self proclaimed "Out Groupie,"
I'm anti materialistic and Complementarian. I love mass consumer squirm. The right wing is taking a big step toward the middle. I still find myself wondering if our "Trumpbot" has been secretly programed to vote for Hillary when election day comes.

Who wants to know you ?

               It's no longer, "Who do you know." It is now much more important to learn, "Who wants to know you?" And "Why? Who is asking?" And how can we get the right people to get in touch with you? We're no longer the center of our own realities. A shared community platform is our only remaining reality, internationally as well as just down your street. Expanding your social universe has become very soft, sticky and difficult. Exclusive communities require inclusive identities. We need to both stick out and together.

               The use of an offline P. P. I. (Psychic Personality Inventory <Patent Pend.>) makes your Mutual Co-Auditing free and offline; in the secure privacy of your own discreetly shredded recyclable paper. All engagements are mutual and discreet. Every person chooses only those parts of the assays ones wishes to employ. Everyone will want to play along. Reading Parties are already big in Eastern Europe. Distinguish yourself while recognizing and supporting each other. Everyone will want to know, "How did you know?" "It's like you've known me my life," and you just met.

               Unencumbered by costly technology, Reading Parties will make every event an opportunity. People will want know you. {May I see your hands please? I am a P. P. I. Reader.} Mutual examination parties always start with a signature, your only expenditure is time. And of course Consensual Time is a Critical Commodity.

               Mutual observation is a key. We all want to know each other better. How could we not want to know more about each other? With your written permission, mutually defined shared interests can mean more than mere words and can become a shared living joy. What is most sacred to you? You can opt out at any time. Optimally you probably will anyways, so always feel free to "Just Opt Out." Entanglements are never used in an appropriate P. P. I Reading. All interaction is sacred. No one should ever have to involuntarily share something as personal as seeing your hands, especially without a first introduction.

               "Code Halo's" unavoidably follow people almost everywhere on the web. Wouldn't it be preferable to get intimate personally and without digital surveillance? You don't want your "Code Halo" content monitored by data mining. In our virtual societies, we all leave huge digital shadows. P. P. I. Readings can make mutual intelligence so much easier and private. Defining mutually shared reference frames off line, can mean the difference between mere texted words and a truly joyful noise of mutual learning. Enjoin the tradition, "Play the Good Game." We love you. We all want to be knowable, one to one, by discreet choice. Who wants to know you? I do. {Subscriptions taken by written request only.}

Your Stories Uncertain Ending

              Life is a simulation. All projections are conformal to the imaginary plane. "When all of this has come to naught, will there ever have been any suffering?" In a dream of life, few can see the absurdity of our individual existences. This is why in the life of a seer, there is always laughter through the tears. The child in each of us knows, "Life is much too important to take seriously."

              Were we able to see the ending, would you really want to know the end? An alert spoiler would keep silence. No reason to spoil the plot for everyone, I "Never corrupt the timeline." Most of our human confusion stems from being too close to the problem. Were we able to see the future, all the fun would be taken out of the equation. And besides the narrative of life can be read like a poem of such purity and elegance, that truth escapes through a shimmering tableau. And we are again fumbling in our individual personal blindness. {Everybody has blind spots and everybody's blind spots are different. 2nd Axiomatic Law of the Para Psychological Method <Patent Pending>} The "Law of the Wheel" suggests that; "While on one may live in hunger and need, another may die in saturation, self deception and delusion." How can we know when we are deluded? Need we read the book backwards? The arrow of time escapes the awareness of self.

             "The self is ubiquitous." [The Upanishads] Life is a model. And as the universe stretches, she bends. A manifold profusion of possibilities most improbable and uncertain become. Stop trying to change the subject.

Alien Proof Expression Artifacts

 

              Where did these artifacts come from? And how? Why are Alien Proof Expression Artifacts coming to our planet? What can we possibly learn? And from whom? These questions pile the desks of meta physicians everywhere, Doctors of Religious Science Phd. From the many we learn as one, and believe it, "We are not alone."

Rebeginnings; A New History

               The Multiverse is a rigged game. Instead of assuming that the world fractures into ever increasing possible events, we are only existing in one shared self regenerating reality at any time. For all infinite possibilities, there is only one reality. All events coalesce out from an infinitely unlikely context for possible outcomes. Randomly predictable dice games may merely draw the existence of a God into question. But although, I myself don't believe in a "Personal God," I do believe that life is no less than a manifestation of the divine. The dogma of "A Chemical Multiverse" is never more suspect when we compare organic chemistry to how randomness controls particle signaling. The organic molecule is far too greedy to perform the job of drawing site specific molecules out solution, without some singularly precise chemical signaling determinants. (Stochastic Determinism is nothing more than probabilistic prognostication.) Life is no accident. Determinism in organic chemistry is never reversible, systemic complexities are far too improbable. The major defect of "Cause and Effect" thinking is pride. Many believe that if and when we can predict the outcome of an event, (even probabilistically) then this qualifies as a type of "Causality." This is the arrogance of a multi universal world view. We live in only one shared universe, a one constant never ending shared moment only. This moment is a time boundary, and can be thought of as a 2space surface summation.

               The Oracle says,...., {3rd line of the Hexagram 28, The Predominance of the Great, from the "I Ching" Book of Changes} "The ridge pole sags to the breaking point." Plunging willfully ahead in times of danger only hastens the catastrophe. With this line changing, we change into the Hexagram of Oppression. (Exhaustion) If one pushes upward without stopping, one inevitably reaches a state of failure. I just threw the coins. This is a "Random" event. The words of and by themselves mean nothing. Words simply don't make sense if we're prejudiced by assumptions. New History is as personal as are our own personal responsibilities, all requiring fresh eyes. Refresh now. But how? Fantasy, fiction and imagination are all real, but only as subjunctive conjectures only. By making comparisons by substitution, this mathematics exercise is designed to create contrary examples of why an argument, expression or assertion can be proven true or false, either to be eliminated or found to be in agreement with our proposition in question. Were the Multiverse real, consensus says "A Multiverse would be predominantly void, occupied exclusively by failed universes whose critical sensitivities would be unmet for things like; the formation of matter, much less life, much much less for any means of possible self awareness for sentience."

               I still argue that we are now dancing with a kind of popularized "Quantum Relativism," Where arguments are still being won by the loudest voice. And although I'm totally pro science, where is this other universe where the quietest can survive? Isn't it right here all along? Somebody needs to rewrite us a new history, a rebeginnings. {Rejoining the Uniform Discontinuities}

Confessions of a Hungry Ghost

               Retirement is a Ghetto. Here in the West we too have a very lonely impoverished third world. The reader in me has outgrown the game. My game no longer fits the products to be sold. The glamour is gone. A flower drops it's petals in hopes to fruit, but maybe never. Along with the failings of maturity, we can come to a uselessness of age. My street fills with a circling crowd. Everyone is a Hungry Ghost. Words failed to have meaning. And if I am still touching with you, this moment never revolved around me. It never was about me. I've made good on my offerings with all the ritual ablutions for purification. Massage Therapies, Reading Technologies, Sensitive Observational Science; my jobs are all becoming ritually misunderstood, Ouch! My work never was about me. I've learned to read for God's Sake, and I've learned to write for yours. And though I have loved every minute, the time has come to say good bye to all these shimmering dreams. I'm not sad. I'm just a little angry. a hunger lives on within me, and yet the world dies a little everyday.

                 I am not alone!