Yes, actually, it’s about this Tompkins-guy beeing engaged to a daugther of prof in quantum physics who of course every now and then trying to explain those’s principles to his son-in-law-to-be.
But Tompkins finds this rather heavy stuff and drifts off into sleep and dreams himself into a world where certain physical constants differ from what they are in our’s. Eg. once he dreams himself into a world where the speed of light is appx 9,8 km/h and while cycling as fast as he can to reach a train, he experiences the effects relativity has on time as he watches the clock on the railway station wall …
Relative mass and space-time are not intuitive for me and when I try to think of it in an intuitive manner, I become confused. What do you suppose is happening to space-time to create such an illusion of misunderstanding? What do you suppose is happening to “time” that it should come to a halt? Using my own “Law of No-Paradox,” I have to rethink the questions so as to relieve this burden of confusion:
What if there were no travelling?
What if “existence” were the result of massive computations?
What if “c” were a fractal too far?
Both definitions of “perspective” came to mind – the visual one and the mental one. With a camera the use of different lenses or “viewpoints” changes perspective. The ACTUAL viewpoint may not change but the APPARENT one does. Colors change with distance, both intensity and brightness, and these can be altered with a camera. A fisheye lens turns straight lines to curved.
And the eye is a camera too. It does seem it’s all in the “eye” of the beholder. (Picasso would have been inspired by this video. :-))
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…distorted by the lenses we happen to be “equipped with.”
Going with your current theory (assuming I got it right) maybe the first, most basic layer of Reality is wave function (the closest idea to Einstein’s Real World out There, assuming too that’s his idea). And that basic Reality gets “distorted” by the universally agreed-upon “lens” of Subjective Reality.
Is it Einstein? or Isene? A sort of Einstein’s mask conundrum. 🙂
You owe it to your own hard work and dogged determination to understand. Nobody else works as hard to keep the communication flowing on this blog as you do.
Actually, I wasn’t sure if Geir was referring to my understanding of physics or the way I had written about it. But either way, there are plenty of mentors here! As for writing, Geir amazes me with his mastery of English (and just plain language), you yourself are the king of imagery and metaphor, Vinaire can write a basic truth in a sweet and moving way, Dennis is appealingly personable, Rafael an absolute poet, Maria the queen of textures (speaking of metaphor), and Valkov draws from a wide background of study – and there are others, who post less often but write well too. Sort of a natural selection, if you see what I mean.
Yes indeed, mentors for Physics, Philosophy, even Art. (And considering the other categories as well, I’d say It’s pretty much a Liberal Arts blog you have going, Geir – maybe the only one of its kind!)
“I couldn’t believe how much I learned about my psyche in those few hours. I experienced a fantastic display of colorful visions, some abstract and geometrical, others figurative and filled with symbolic import. The sheer intensity of the array of emotions I felt simply amazed me. I was hit by a radiance that seemed comparable to the epicenter of a nuclear explosion, or perhaps the light of supernatural brilliance said in oriental scriptures to appear to us at the moment of death. This thunderbolt catapulted me out of my body. First I lost my awareness of my immediate surroundings, then the psychiatric clinic, then Prague (Czechoslovakia), and finally the planet. At an inconceivable speed my consciousness expanded to cosmic dimensions. I experienced the Big Bang, passed through black holes and white holes in the universe, identified with exploding supernovas, and witnessed many other strange phenomena that seemed to be pulsars, quasars, and other cosmic events.”
During his LSD session Grof instantaneously grasped that the experience he was having resembled those described in the great mystical scriptures of the world. “I was able to see the irony and paradox of the situation. The divine manifested itself and took me over in a modern scientific laboratory in the middle of a scientific experiment conducted in a communist country with a substance produced in the test tube of a 20th-century chemist.”
Here are some very interesting definitions from the same link:
Mind: Mind is form ever creating form, preserving form, creating new forms, and destroying old forms.
Consciousness: That which pervades the mind-form.
Ultimately, the mind is a form too that creates, preserves, and destroys forms. Maybe, Mind is a fractal that keeps on going as a form. The core of mind may be the “self”.
Consciousness is something that stands apart from the mind. There is no idea of “self” attached to consciousness. Consciousness simply is… ever flowing and not collapsed into a “self”.
“Self” may be the collapsed consciousness that branches out as a fractal, which we may call the mind.
The physical universe seems to be a harmonic of that mind-form, if we try to make some sense out of Grof’s description of his first LSD experience in 1956.
p.s. Marildi – I have experienced the images seen in the relativity video – it was VERY confusing but I concluded that I might actually be seeing things that were real – its nice to see a video that shows such similar images – its nice to have a bit of feedback! I recall that LRH discussed at one point that trying to get an individual to see everything as is in body is a very poor idea because everything is not as is in body – depending on the individual. That’s been my experience. Things do not look the same to me, and yet its hard for me to deny the reality of the experience I have. No real way to show it to anyone else either, perhaps other than telepathy. The images show up in my artwork frequently though!
For something to be real, does it have to be “third party real?”
If not, then would the definitions of “delusion and hallucination” include them as “a reality?”
Brian U’s post above reminded me that in 1977 I took a dose of LSD together with a med student friend of mine who for some reason had access. The experience was classic LSD. It was a very vivid experience and I still remember it very well today. I have read quite a bit on the effects of LSD and how it produces these amazing perceptions. It is quite a tiny dose — requiring only 3 to 7 of the synthetically produced MOLECULES — to produce these startling shifts in reality. I also experienced a rapid oscillating attachment and detachment and re-attachment to my ego. My point being that such a tiny brush with the collapsed wave function of LSD produces MASSIVE changes in perception.
So my question is what is going on here? And what does this say about the fragility of common consensus reality?
One of the side effects of hallucinogenic drug use is the recurring sense that reality is quite “thin.”
One of the side effects of various auditing, solo auditing, “looking,” meditating, and other self realization disciplines is the recurring or constant sense that reality is quite “thin.”
Bed time story for the child within. The myth has it and was told, repeated many times by the ones who still part of in the ever flowing starlight indigo night.
There was an evil Witch whose jealous nature was the beginning of darkness in order to balance out the creative forces in the Universe. And she was evil as evil can be, wicked to the core.
Hate, jealousy, greed, destruction was her mode and she hated even more if she could not out do somebody else’s creation. So she decided to do something so spectacular that no one ever created before and no one has ever seen in the whole Universe.
She thought, with that she will prove that she is the most powerful being in the Universe and having such creation admired she will win many beings over and they will become her followers, with that she added a new side to her personality: must control.
She ranted and raged in her frustration over the eons, designed many traps but not one was beautiful enough to be admired to hold one spellbound for ever.
As she looked on as the wondrous creation emerge all-around her in her fury and filled with jealous hate burning hot in the debt in her she snatched two stars and crushed them with her mighty hands [which were invisible of course] and hurled the sparkling light across the velvety indigo space and the crushed stars sparkled as they went up in great arch and fell toward into the infinite distance. The universe become still, hushed as all looked at this great wonder as it spanned the Universe from one end to the other.
The Rainbow was born.
The legend has it that one end of the Rainbow ended an Earth and the other end still is in the Theta Universe. All the unsuspecting souls who have stepped and walked fallowing the brilliant trails the magical stardust of the Great Rainbow Bridge are all captured by the evil Witch when they reach the Earth and become are under her spell.
There are many unsuspecting beings walked over including Fairy folk, the gnomes in the forests, the souls who are now live in animals forms here on Earth.
The evil spell is as the legend say that when one crosses over and steps off the Rainbow and touches the ground of the Earth with that one forgets the past, forgets it for ever and the evil Witch gives new form and having that form becomes the prison for ever and a day.
There is gold end of the Rainbow an Earth, but looking for gold also the part of the evil Witches spell, since the gold is the importance and values which holds one on in Earth.
But it is also whispered by the ones who live among the stars, that one day the spell will be broken by the one who dare to step on the Rainbow Bridge and walk back into the Theta Universe with that out of the evil Witches spell..
The stars shine bright and beckon to light the way home……………..
You have so far posted everything whatever I have offered. Some time that made me wonder why but as I have said before I found out that you have moxa [in other words guts] so here is one.
Geir have thrown a new bone in into his blog to spark an interest for communication and to debate. [sorry “bone” is not correct or nice way to say, since on bones one gnaws on but on “intellectual item” is discussed by intelligent beings. I am just a barbaric being and chew on my items. No manner here what so ever, but do I ever have fun, the Gods envy me and their undergarments are ruin because they don’t have much fun as I do since they are only Gods, and have to behave like one, noble, saintly, wise, above all and definitely not chewing on bones.
”If you travel at the speed of light”
I have a reaction to question I get on instant answers with glorious, in colors so as I read that question ……in an istant, I have seen everything how that is in space the light moves I have seen as from the source the particles moves across the dark space and the particles touch some of the objects on their travel some bounces and flow backward opens wide like funnel and disperses in space and the rest of the light particles moves forward till reach other surfaces but they the particles look they have arrived but they are there only a moment and they flow back ward and intermingle with the incoming flows, that intermingling; incoming and outgoing particles give the illusion of the brightness of the surface.
I see every light particle as they disperse in the darkness and that is the reason there is no such a thing as “dark” because light particles float about from every direction going every direction. Some of these light particles collide and they make the change and force other particles into different directions. If vast particles of light collide than there is on explosion of light the particles move, burst.
When once see the movement of light there is no experience of movement but a continual evolvement of those particles.
“The being does not move do not go exterior or interior. The being is intangible- infinite than how the HELL THAT CAN MOVE and travel with the speed of light? How do intangible infinite could be moved? Somebody care to explain that here in this blog?
PS: if I have on MU correct me please,
If I’m not mistaken, some of the greatest scientific theories have been based on scientists’ “intuition” – or visions or revelations? Elizabeth’s and Maria’s experiences (or visions or revelations) might make for some additional great hypotheses. Some of their experiences already match or support certain QM theories (if my admittedly vague understanding is basically correct).
In fact, the more I think about it the more it seems that truth is not derived or contrived but first Known directly and then Looked for and found and thus “proved.”
Marildi, if one has a question about something than that person knows the answer all ready. One cant ask a question of the unknown. One would not know what to ask.
Marildi, I would like to add to my comment about “question and knowing the answer” the answer will be, what is the person’s reality on that item how close to the person has duplicated the original item.
This is seen in session how it works In session: over the years I have found and I am sure others too that on the same item there are many layers existing. Till one reaches the BASIC cognition than there is no more and how one knows there is no more charge and one has reached the basic truth.? One never thinks of it any more, you see all the charge has been erased=as-ised so there is no thoughts existing.
Moxibustion (Chinese: 灸; pinyin: jiǔ) is a traditional Chinese medicine therapy using moxa, or mugwort herb. It plays an important role in the traditional medical systems of China, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Tibet,
Moxa, has nothing to do with Geirs innards, but in use of slag term indicates the person is hot, burning hot.
Care to go for this too? had lots of interest in my blog.
I just come back FROM A WALK since I had too much energy, I wanted to buy more stock and something was pushing me to do it. I know about this sensation for a long time since it has made to do many things which I really did not wanted to do. I felt actually pushed into things. Just do things which felt good but it had no good outcome. I have sessions while I walk.
So here I am starting to walk I do fair space but nothing extra ordinary.
I am fiddling about this large energy which was pushing me to buy, I was looking for words how to address it.
I did ARCB on it and I have seen myself way back out is some space station measuring this huge incoming energy which was so powerful it has taken me over I was struggling for my very existence and I have lost. Bloody hell I died again.!!
Then I see a storm a winter storms in which I got last and got frozen [in 67 I have painted a picture in oil where I was struggling in a snow storm leaning into the wind and cutting horizontally flying icy snow. I got lost and frozen to death, and bloody hell I lost another valuable machine. ]
I sold that picture, I was not in scientology yet.
So here I am recalling this storm now 44 years later in session. Then I realized a word”””SURGE””” is the magical key which describes the best these the heavy power which takes one over and that clicked, for 25 minutes I was running all sort of incident, car accident when a surge of energy hit me from behind, I have seen storms as different surges moves into the terrain, than I have run surge of energy taking me over when the divorce started. Being beaten heavily as the blow come they are in fact power surges directed at solidity.
I run” surging power” of total “LOVE” which have poured into my space, it is totally fascinating to observe every particle of power since they are nothing but particles but the surge, in the surge is condensed and can contain many=immense amount particles
Peter my love, what actually happens when heavy surge is taking over ONE LOOSES THE ANCHOR PONTS and one becomes hepless since new anchor point, usually unwanted replace the old ones.
Just think what has happens when your ship went down, serge of power+ anchor points were lost, DM in the church uses surge of power and moves, destroys anchor point= believes.
I have come back from the walk soaked- wet since the surges of power created so much heat the water was running of my body like in sauna. I was so dizzy I could hardly stand. To many major Anchor points melted away.
Who ever said or believes the human body is fragile; well I have news for them. This old thing here have been put through this life thousands of deaths, tens of thousands of power surges were experienced by it, also experienced enormous fury in many occasions, violent incoming power from accidents and physical beating.
Here is a bit on sexual climax, That power surge was created for the used in the past to catapult the being out incidents and to erase incident. Now that bloody surge is CALLED A PLEASURE MOMENT the greatest pleasure thing the being can have as a human!!!! How degraded the spiritual being have become!
Of course the catapulting-erasing no longer works but to create such a powerful surge of energy leaves the being totally exhausted, melted into a useless puddle of jell, but soon as can, will gather all the power once more and go for another round.
But will not achieve that goal will remain here on Earth and only a vogue thought will remain from that experience a glimpse of heaven for a moment, it was almost in reach, that illusion of freedom.
Surge of power to erase solidity that way no longer works since the incidents have become solid and too tangled knotted. With every surge-climax anchor points are hammered in.
PS: the glimps of heaven the ecstasy which is achieved by friction on the nerves that is the body action, the problem is the being only can postulate that power surge through the body, so uses the body to postulate something into existance which is the sexual climax, that bit of HEAVEN one experiences with sexual climax IS THE THETA UNIVERSE WITHOUT MEST CONNECTION. So why one do not want to contenue to solo audit or with any kind of auditing is beyon my comprehansion. One do not need to have a body to feel ecstasy that comes natuarly when enough shit is as-ised.
Basic cog. on waiting.
Waiting: there are anchors and there are anchors which hold the being in place. Postulate is not on anchor point it is only on experience. If one postulates and that postulate is in a question form and one puts it out and waiting for somebody, something to send back on answer that is different.
Waiting is the biggest most affective, the “ultimate” anchor which holds one in the Universe indefinitely.
Waiting, places one into mystery, into the unknown.
While waiting one is spaculating, guessing , postulating what answer should be, what one would like to hear and that is one’s own creation our own mock-up. Not the answer from the Universe.
Therefore the anchor remains: the postulate that question which requires completion in order to have a continuum: holding the being suspended in mystery, in the unknown “anchored”.
PS: Cog, continues. On waiting.
While waiting the being the ”self” moves into condition “not know”,
The postulated question itself is on invitation for a game condition. Also contains evaluation of every possibility about the future. The if’s, maybe’s the perhapse’s existing here=expansion on one’s original postulate Yet they all remain anchor points but now one has expended, added those anchors by guessing, the condition has become more solid.
Marildi, I don’t pretend that I know it all, I am just discovering what I know and I write this new knowledge how I see the Universe in new light. ….. My reality is far from others reality.
Marildi I seldom comment on reality of others but when I do that with that I offend because having such a huge gap in reality how differently we see the universe.
I have no idea how the game started for other. I can’t see how they see their black cat. I only can see my own.
My cognitions are my reality, and it is not the law of the Universe only law in mine.
Right you are, thanks Valkov,
it was great to be in the wide open space and see every particles, billions of them move. I stayed with that experience untill totall understanding become mine. yet now I still can recall that but now I know it is a recall. There was no sound, I have not moved I never do. I only experience.
Beside movement of the light there was nothing beside the dark backround but I new it was immense space and there were dark planets and how the different textures affected the light. On one surface the light was almost inhaled and on other place the surface of the planet has become bright like the daylight here. I believe that planet has somekind of atmosphere which has some particles which reflected the light or made the light particles look brighter.
Marildi I never read it any place when the person post, wins: cognitions that make the person arrogant. or that is arrogant. Please refer me to that whatever page tape etc. that is written.
Bed time story for the child within. The myth has it and was told, repeated many times by the ones who still part of in the ever flowing starlight indigo night.
There was an evil Witch whose jealous nature was the beginning of darkness in order to balance out the creative forces in the Universe. And she was evil as evil can be, wicked to the core.
Hate, jealousy, greed, destruction was her mode and she hated even more if she could not out do somebody else’s creation. So she decided to do something so spectacular that no one ever created before and no one has ever seen in the whole Universe.
She thought, with that she will prove that she is the most powerful being in the Universe and having such creation admired she will win many beings over and they will become her followers, with that she added a new side to her personality: must control.
She ranted and raged in her frustration over the eons, designed many traps but not one was beautiful enough to be admired to hold one spellbound for ever.
As she looked on as the wondrous creation emerge all-around her in her fury and filled with jealous hate burning hot in the debt in her she snatched two stars and crushed them with her mighty hands [which were invisible of course] and hurled the sparkling light across the velvety indigo space and the crushed stars sparkled as they went up in great arch and fell toward into the infinite distance. The universe become still, hushed as all looked at this great wonder as it spanned the Universe from one end to the other.
The Rainbow was born.
The legend has it that one end of the Rainbow ended an Earth and the other end still is in the Theta Universe. All the unsuspecting souls who have stepped and walked fallowing the brilliant trails the magical stardust of the Great Rainbow Bridge are all captured by the evil Witch when they reach the Earth and become are under her spell.
There are many unsuspecting beings walked over including Fairy folk, the gnomes in the forests, the souls who are now live in animals forms here on Earth.
The evil spell is as the legend say that when one crosses over and steps off the Rainbow and touches the ground of the Earth with that one forgets the past, forgets it for ever and the evil Witch gives new form and having that form becomes the prison for ever and a day.
There is gold end of the Rainbow an Earth, but looking for gold also the part of the evil Witches spell, since the gold is the importance and values which holds one on in Earth.
But it is also whispered by the ones who live among the stars, that one day the spell will be broken by the one who dare to step on the Rainbow Bridge and walk back into the Theta Universe with that out of the evil Witches spell..
The stars shine bright and beckon to light the way home……………..
+1
words, value of words: lesson from the past
The brilliant rays of the sun poured from above flooding the terrain, the meadows, the ancient forest with the late summers hot pungent shimmering light.
Inside the forest was sanctuary for the silence, through the high canopy here and there the shafts of brilliant light broken through and splattered the mute coolness with dazzling rays of translucent gold.
Below, close to the ground the shadows played hide and seek in the cool, where the mosses have grown into thick soft cushions which have held the sounds in captivity and given the flooring the colours of softly shaded emeralds with a hint of gilt.
Now and then thrilling call of bird could be heard ….. whoosh of wings………..than silence…..
Now and then old dry limb given into the passing of time and with heart stopping sound split from the ancient mother falling to the final resting place with heavy muffled groan….. life ends… to the cradle, we return…….
Breeze, a playful young spirit moved twined around the trunks of the old giants and tickled the above leafs ever so gently. Her laughter was the music, the rustling leafs.
The roaring thundering sound from the distance waterfall were the water relentlessly pounded at the boulders for thousands of passing seasons, here in the forest in the presence of the ancient the wisdom, was merely a mummer and the spirits too dared only to whisper in awe. .
Oh, but the trees these magnificent giants in body and soul! Here was magic, everlasting ….….
The branches of this ancient giants were heavy, gnarled reaching upward toward the light, were covered with enormous hearth shaped leafs and through this golden green canopy the light sipped trough and held the space in now, in infinite.
There were changes of the foliage high on the top there were the signs; end of the summer cycle was visible, the icy night winds have poured down from the high mountains bordering the forest to the north and kissed leafs in the secret of the night to scarlet gold.
Few of leafs have given in and have fallen and now lay scattered, showing intricate designs on the moss carpet.
A carpet of incredible beauty, woven by the hands of Nature herself!
So out of place, yet so at home, one with all, two small figures were walking, one from his posture could be judged was an old man.
He resembled his surroundings: ancient dark deep lined skin hung loose on the bony frame, silver white long hair tied back with softened thin root and he wore only one garment, faded sleeveless shirt not long enough to cover his spindly legs and bony knees.
The young man wore similar shirt different hue faded too by the touch of sun and bare footed they were.
The two humans were very tiny in body comparison to the dimension of the trees.
But what size has to do with the purity of the soul, the might of Infinite?
The old one stopped as he reached a large light drenched clearing under the opened canopy were the sun rays thickly spread and heated the gilded the moss.
His sank his feet deep into the moss and wiggled his short root like toes with closed eyes enjoying the sensations.
Young one he lain down to the lighten carpet and rolled over and over than spread his arms to embraces the earth below and buried his face into the soft pile of moss. The muffled sound of his laughter bubbled up, the trill of and joy being one with nature!
The old one asked him to come since it was a good moment to start the lesson.
Told the boy to collect the fallen leafs and he too did the same.
They came back to the sun warmed spot, the boy brought on armful of vivid gold treasures and the old one had four leaf in his hand.
The old men said: to take very close look examine each leaf and memorize every line with great care. A reason he explained, so in the future one could recognise each as individuals when one would come upon them again, since he continued, we must know each words and understand their meanings because use them in our communication our speech. So, they serve out needs but after…… He pointed out the differences and said maybe leafs looked alike from the distance but in reality at close inspection they are very different. So are the words he explained when one otters a word it has meaning but from the distance they just become sounds with no meaning. Let’s play a game said he, let’s change considerations.
It is not a leafs you are holding now in your hands, but think of them as words, each leaf represent one word as I can see you have gathered enough, now write with them, write whatever you like.
He looked on as the boy with delight talking loud holding up a leaf and giving each meaning before he place them down on the moss and spelled out his thought. Then he stood back clapped his hand with happiness as he looked over his accomplishment, a sentence written in gold.
The old one laughed too, it was great fun to see the young boy’s mind to be so subtle, be so eager to learn and be able to change and except the new. Or perhaps he thought, here among the giants were ever present Life Force is strong the human thought haven’t any strength since they are not held in place by collective agreement so the change can be easy. Oh well he though, it has no importance, on with the game.
The boy eagerly waited to see what was the Master going to do with his few leaf, what will be his golden words. The Master look at the boy and said I have here four leafs I give each leaf: word different meaning and I will mark each leaf.
Here, this leaf here is the North with that he pinched off its tip this will be South, look here I brake half off it steam. On the East I will pinch back right side and the out of the West I just rip of a little bit here on the left. Then he held the leafs high above his head and let them go, North, South, East and West glided in silence and landed randomly at their feet.
See, the Master pointed toward the leafs and motioned around them than back at the leafs see, they have no real meaning and they don’t make any difference what order they are in, and they have not changed the order of things.
No matter what name or order I give, Nature remains the same, regardless of the spoken words regardless how we describe it, talk of it and think of it.
As they walked on the boy looked back toward the row of golden leafs glowing on green velvet…stillness fallowed….
In silence they walked toward the west and out from of the shadows of giants and here the permanent softness faded and the open space front of them suddenly was filled with staggering heated brilliance.
The old one stood for a moment legs wide apart rooted to the soil and closed his eyes and deeply inhaled perfumed vibrating scent of meadow.
Here in the open unimpeded light bathed terrain, from the distance waterfall to the north stretched a narrow meadow down where they stood and the sunny slopping land rolled further toward the distance till poured into purple haze which has enveloped the forest into mystery.
The centre of the narrow valley was halved by the rushing tumbling water which slid around, shouldering the huge gray- green boulders, roaring jubilantly that to be is good…….
Abundant fragrant lush vegetation blanketed the meadow and all around every hue of green and shape was represented and masses of wild flowers great and small in stature were rooted in happiness and painted to dazzling by the light.
Elements, the earth surface the air become infused by the movements: was heavy with heath, the roaring sounds of water, buzzing from myriad insects wings, humming of bees; brilliant butterfly’s slurping nectar, frogs playing their instruments and the fluid flights of birds animated the air and be-jewelled lizards flowed into the heated surfaces of the boulders.
vibration…….. life-force…….
The colors were infused into each other yet emphasised sharply individually, every shape become magnified and were enhanced to the tiniest detail.
All around the sloping narrow meadow was bursting with existence. Every being that lived near and far had wings or walked on four or sixes or just slithered have come here to the source: where water, the element supported and held the life in balance…………..
They walked through the waist high grasses to the edge and they lay flat on the water splashed shining boulder jutting out of the silvery shimmering foam and they drank deep. After neither has spoken they just set there dangling their feet into the effervescence, breathing in the myriad sounds, movements which was the meadows and they were too melted in and become one with…
The young one learned patience by now, he knew something will happen the lesson will continue since the old one never done anything without reason.
As they set there inhaling all, the whooshing-roaring silver water slid around the rocks and their eyes fallowed its flow further down were the banks become wide and the boiling waters calmed down, levelled out and the surface become pool of molten silver, reflecting the infinite.
The wind has come up so suddenly: great blasting force moved among the huge branches beyond and flattened the grasses in the meadow, roared all life to silence than suddenly it was gone, disappeared.
The stillness settled in for a moment till all knew, all was well and the movements of thousands things have returned to the well-worn path..
The old man picked out from the nearby clump of grass two wide blades and handed one over. Than he dipped his into the water and scooped one drop out and the boy did the same.
Old one said as he was admiring the blade of grass with the brilliant drop of light trembling on its end: I want you to look at this drop of water the same way as you did with leafs in the forest, look at it differently, and think of it differently
Think of it as not of a drop of water but as a word, any word will do.
The young man said “sun”.
Now the old one continued, look at the water rushing by your feet in great quantity and try to phantom how many drops are there, how many words have been spoken, by as many individual, by them I mean all who ever uttered sounds as spoken word. Just think, imagine how many words has been spoken in the past and being spoken now in present.
As you can see at your feet, all the droplets=words as one body rushing by, and every new sound=voice drowning out the old voices the old words which has become useless melted, destroyed by the new.
Now let’s put drops back where they belong,
The boy looked the fast sliding water which has carried away the droplets and looked at the old one. Who just smiled and he kept his eyes on the water. Then asked: can you see which one was your word and such a bright “sun” it was too, can you pick it out from among so many ? Because I cannot see mine.
He did not wait for the answer; he knew that the boy understood.
The old one get up, turned and walked toward the forest the boy fallowed as they entered, there could see the great change has been made by the violent gust earlier. The wind has ripped of the canopy from above and now heavy layer of scarlet-gold carpeted the ground and the space opened up all around. The space among the trees turned translucent shimmering gold and the shadows have melted away by the brilliant light which flooded tinted the trunks and edged the above limbs gold.
The boy looked at the old one with awe, question in his eyes, he was thinking of the wind, yet words were not in need.
They reached the trees were they have left the gold sentence etched on emerald green, now the ground was covered with heavy layers and all the leafs looked alike. He smiled at the boy, neither of them spoke, the boy looked at the Master with wonder. He understood.
erase it dont clutter your blog, why bother. thanks , I wondered since there is nobody around here to read what I write i have no idea how it is. I dont wish to clutter the minds. Thanks again.
It’s not a request for you to be upset or leave. It is a request to keep it shorter.
Good god Gear it takes the outhouse to fall on my head to get upsett. Where would I go? I posted it on my blog too, I let the visitors chew through it. But nature moves me to no end. I rave and get very involved, even when I hold a flower bulb the beauty whitin trills me.
We had outhouse while we live in Hungary. 20 bellow and at night? AH. I am still waithing for my feet to thaw out.
evaluation, thinking in progresssssss………………Chris and I, we been looking at evaluation. Interesting item. Of course it has many facets same as any other. When the person receive evaluation that new information is activating a piece of energy in the body, Chris has it on his face as a hot flush mine is activated on the upper out layer of the chest, so now we have separated on individual energy, that can be named and handled in session. Also the same energy is likely get stimulated by other inflows. Most likely that energy have been picked up long before solidity existed, long before the body become whatever it is now since solidity is not very old and that power surge could be any kind of whatever picked up over the eon as a power surge, explosion of a sun, flare up some other element, but has become the part of the body as you know your body now.[ Only body has a face you don’t have one and you don’t need one. Why would a spiritual being have a face? What is a face good for? I am thinking……..interesting…. not really………..;
PS: evaluation: when we think something has value since we have created it when it is demolished “in our reality”: put down in any ways, given a minus that action takes away the anchor point. . It seems, even the small –est evaluation has on affect, even if it is not meant to be negative. Totally amusing how fragile the theta universe can be.
No wonder beings hang onto solid items. That can’t be altered, and most cases one claims ownership for that purpose and puts a label on it “This belongs to me don’t touch”, mine, mine mine!!!!!
Whatever most important to the being has the most value he holds those things close,[ body is on main item] gathers it into his “Personnel Space” to keep a close eye on, anchor points=self? There is more to this, I am curtain. Any unknown item become known by simply using, running ARCB’s
PS: I left out important part, Evaluation is devaluation and has a color usualy dark -gray, heavy has size of course and has weight. It action in motion looks like a blanket and it is a very powerfull surge . No wonder one protests when evaluated even if the action is covered up by positive word, that is not strong enough. the spirit is not ignorat being, one usuly knows.
Things come to me in segments sometimes: Continuation on evaluation.
We never can blame the other persons, when we are demolished by them. Not a good idea. You see, if something powerful comes at one and we recognise it as bad power, ugly destructive, evil thing……etc.
Weeeell, we can only recognise its power it destructiveness its evilness if we know about it if we too used the powers the same way. If that would not be true well, than one would not be affected now, one need to understand no matter what ever happens we are the cause of it=responsibility,
BUT THIS DO NOT MEANS WE CANT RAISE THE ROOF IN PROTEST, and HAVE A BALL DOING IT. nothing like letting it fly, thunder and lightning etc.. but that cause problem we pull in other evaluation and being told we are low tone beings should be in session to handle our bank. These are the perils being in the MEST playing MEST games. Good morning to you Geir, here is 11pm. Have a lovely day. E.
Prof. Antonio Ereditato, the head of OPERA group at Gran Sasso, in charge of an experiment that appeared to show subatomic particles travelling faster than the speed of light, has resigned from his post. Prof. Antonio Ereditato oversaw results that appeared to challenge Einstein’s theory that nothing could travel faster than the speed of light.
Earlier in March, a repeat experiment found that the particles, known as neutrinos, did not exceed light speed. When the results from the OPERA group at the Gran Sasso underground laboratory in Italy were first published last year, they shocked the world, threatening to upend a century of physics as well as relativity theory – which holds the speed of light to be the Universe’s absolute speed limit. The experiment involved measuring the time it took for neutrinos to travel the 730 km (450 miles) from CERN laboratory in Geneva, Switzerland to the lab in Italy.
Geir Isene - uncut 
Speed is not important, arriving is…
/ Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Per Schiøttz
My favorite 🙂
Ever read “Mr Tompkins in Wonderland” (think that’s the title, don’t remember exactly) ?
Nope. Cool?
Yes, actually, it’s about this Tompkins-guy beeing engaged to a daugther of prof in quantum physics who of course every now and then trying to explain those’s principles to his son-in-law-to-be.
But Tompkins finds this rather heavy stuff and drifts off into sleep and dreams himself into a world where certain physical constants differ from what they are in our’s. Eg. once he dreams himself into a world where the speed of light is appx 9,8 km/h and while cycling as fast as he can to reach a train, he experiences the effects relativity has on time as he watches the clock on the railway station wall …
Written in 1940 (!) by a George Gamov (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Gamov) ….
http://www.antikvariat.net/no/RUM35404.cgi
Worth a read … 😀
This really made me think…
“Remember we are seeing the cube as it was, not as it is.”
That was intriguing – but I didn’t get what was meant. Did you?
To be honest I didn’t really try to get it. I just thought it was the second best sentence I heard yesterday.
Is that the light one sees in Near Death experiences?
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A friend once told me the light is brilliant once you’ve actually died. He was speaking from experience.
I had the same thought! Wondering if maybe perception is very different when totally exteriorized and without all the body programming.
Relative mass and space-time are not intuitive for me and when I try to think of it in an intuitive manner, I become confused. What do you suppose is happening to space-time to create such an illusion of misunderstanding? What do you suppose is happening to “time” that it should come to a halt? Using my own “Law of No-Paradox,” I have to rethink the questions so as to relieve this burden of confusion:
What if there were no travelling?
What if “existence” were the result of massive computations?
What if “c” were a fractal too far?
Both definitions of “perspective” came to mind – the visual one and the mental one. With a camera the use of different lenses or “viewpoints” changes perspective. The ACTUAL viewpoint may not change but the APPARENT one does. Colors change with distance, both intensity and brightness, and these can be altered with a camera. A fisheye lens turns straight lines to curved.
And the eye is a camera too. It does seem it’s all in the “eye” of the beholder. (Picasso would have been inspired by this video. :-))
Or is reality really like that and what we see distorted?
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…distorted by the lenses we happen to be “equipped with.”
Going with your current theory (assuming I got it right) maybe the first, most basic layer of Reality is wave function (the closest idea to Einstein’s Real World out There, assuming too that’s his idea). And that basic Reality gets “distorted” by the universally agreed-upon “lens” of Subjective Reality.
Is it Einstein? or Isene? A sort of Einstein’s mask conundrum. 🙂
Nice – Your physics is getting posh 🙂
Oh wow! Well then, I owe it all to my mentors here. 🙂
You owe it to your own hard work and dogged determination to understand. Nobody else works as hard to keep the communication flowing on this blog as you do.
I just like a fun party. You know, party animal that I am. 🙂
But thanks for the lovely validation. I’m going to resist the urge to say something just as nice in return, thereby showing my bias. 😉
Actually, I wasn’t sure if Geir was referring to my understanding of physics or the way I had written about it. But either way, there are plenty of mentors here! As for writing, Geir amazes me with his mastery of English (and just plain language), you yourself are the king of imagery and metaphor, Vinaire can write a basic truth in a sweet and moving way, Dennis is appealingly personable, Rafael an absolute poet, Maria the queen of textures (speaking of metaphor), and Valkov draws from a wide background of study – and there are others, who post less often but write well too. Sort of a natural selection, if you see what I mean.
Yes indeed, mentors for Physics, Philosophy, even Art. (And considering the other categories as well, I’d say It’s pretty much a Liberal Arts blog you have going, Geir – maybe the only one of its kind!)
I was referring to both your writing and your increasing command of the subject of physics.
😀
I should have called it your School of Liberal Arts blog.
Reminds me of an LSD trip I once took back in the late 80’s.
http://www.lavondyss.com/donut/guide/lsd.html
Following is Grof’s description of his first LSD experience in 1956 [2].
“I couldn’t believe how much I learned about my psyche in those few hours. I experienced a fantastic display of colorful visions, some abstract and geometrical, others figurative and filled with symbolic import. The sheer intensity of the array of emotions I felt simply amazed me. I was hit by a radiance that seemed comparable to the epicenter of a nuclear explosion, or perhaps the light of supernatural brilliance said in oriental scriptures to appear to us at the moment of death. This thunderbolt catapulted me out of my body. First I lost my awareness of my immediate surroundings, then the psychiatric clinic, then Prague (Czechoslovakia), and finally the planet. At an inconceivable speed my consciousness expanded to cosmic dimensions. I experienced the Big Bang, passed through black holes and white holes in the universe, identified with exploding supernovas, and witnessed many other strange phenomena that seemed to be pulsars, quasars, and other cosmic events.”
During his LSD session Grof instantaneously grasped that the experience he was having resembled those described in the great mystical scriptures of the world. “I was able to see the irony and paradox of the situation. The divine manifested itself and took me over in a modern scientific laboratory in the middle of a scientific experiment conducted in a communist country with a substance produced in the test tube of a 20th-century chemist.”
That is very interesting information. Thank you. I am now studying the link to THE CLEAR WHITE LIGHT. It has some fascinating stuff to be looked at.
Here is an interesting datum from that link:
When the mind gains the ability to think, it must keep on thinking to have a sense of security.
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Here are some very interesting definitions from the same link:
Mind: Mind is form ever creating form, preserving form, creating new forms, and destroying old forms.
Consciousness: That which pervades the mind-form.
Ultimately, the mind is a form too that creates, preserves, and destroys forms. Maybe, Mind is a fractal that keeps on going as a form. The core of mind may be the “self”.
Consciousness is something that stands apart from the mind. There is no idea of “self” attached to consciousness. Consciousness simply is… ever flowing and not collapsed into a “self”.
“Self” may be the collapsed consciousness that branches out as a fractal, which we may call the mind.
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LSD may put us in that stream of consciousness that is pervading the mind-form.
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The physical universe seems to be a harmonic of that mind-form, if we try to make some sense out of Grof’s description of his first LSD experience in 1956.
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Fascinating videos.
Along similar lines:
http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/bb/freewill1.html
p.s. Marildi – I have experienced the images seen in the relativity video – it was VERY confusing but I concluded that I might actually be seeing things that were real – its nice to see a video that shows such similar images – its nice to have a bit of feedback! I recall that LRH discussed at one point that trying to get an individual to see everything as is in body is a very poor idea because everything is not as is in body – depending on the individual. That’s been my experience. Things do not look the same to me, and yet its hard for me to deny the reality of the experience I have. No real way to show it to anyone else either, perhaps other than telepathy. The images show up in my artwork frequently though!
Maria, thank you for the incredible “perspective” – awesome!
That’s cool about your artwork too. I was joking above about Picasso but now I think that was probably a distorted perception (no pun). 🙂
Body seems to enforce some kind of an “agreement” and hence a collapse of the wave function to generate the physical reality.
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If you travel at the speed of light, does that make you a photon?
Otherwise, is it not true that Time for you approaches Zero, while your Mass approaches Infinity, as you approach the speed of light?
Not only photons travel at the speed of light – there is also the neutrino and the graviton.
For something to be real, does it have to be “third party real?”
If not, then would the definitions of “delusion and hallucination” include them as “a reality?”
Brian U’s post above reminded me that in 1977 I took a dose of LSD together with a med student friend of mine who for some reason had access. The experience was classic LSD. It was a very vivid experience and I still remember it very well today. I have read quite a bit on the effects of LSD and how it produces these amazing perceptions. It is quite a tiny dose — requiring only 3 to 7 of the synthetically produced MOLECULES — to produce these startling shifts in reality. I also experienced a rapid oscillating attachment and detachment and re-attachment to my ego. My point being that such a tiny brush with the collapsed wave function of LSD produces MASSIVE changes in perception.
So my question is what is going on here? And what does this say about the fragility of common consensus reality?
One of the side effects of hallucinogenic drug use is the recurring sense that reality is quite “thin.”
One of the side effects of various auditing, solo auditing, “looking,” meditating, and other self realization disciplines is the recurring or constant sense that reality is quite “thin.”
Correction: my bad – 2/10 to 3/10 milligrams of the substance is all that is required. Like one of the airborne flecks of a sneeze.
Quantum mechanics might teach us that in the field of infinite possibilities there exist no limitations except by consensus consideration.
“Do as thou wilt” might in actuality be the whole of the law.
Somehow, then, it is some form of “agreement” that seem to collapse the wave function.
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Bed time story for the child within. The myth has it and was told, repeated many times by the ones who still part of in the ever flowing starlight indigo night.
There was an evil Witch whose jealous nature was the beginning of darkness in order to balance out the creative forces in the Universe. And she was evil as evil can be, wicked to the core.
Hate, jealousy, greed, destruction was her mode and she hated even more if she could not out do somebody else’s creation. So she decided to do something so spectacular that no one ever created before and no one has ever seen in the whole Universe.
She thought, with that she will prove that she is the most powerful being in the Universe and having such creation admired she will win many beings over and they will become her followers, with that she added a new side to her personality: must control.
She ranted and raged in her frustration over the eons, designed many traps but not one was beautiful enough to be admired to hold one spellbound for ever.
As she looked on as the wondrous creation emerge all-around her in her fury and filled with jealous hate burning hot in the debt in her she snatched two stars and crushed them with her mighty hands [which were invisible of course] and hurled the sparkling light across the velvety indigo space and the crushed stars sparkled as they went up in great arch and fell toward into the infinite distance. The universe become still, hushed as all looked at this great wonder as it spanned the Universe from one end to the other.
The Rainbow was born.
The legend has it that one end of the Rainbow ended an Earth and the other end still is in the Theta Universe. All the unsuspecting souls who have stepped and walked fallowing the brilliant trails the magical stardust of the Great Rainbow Bridge are all captured by the evil Witch when they reach the Earth and become are under her spell.
There are many unsuspecting beings walked over including Fairy folk, the gnomes in the forests, the souls who are now live in animals forms here on Earth.
The evil spell is as the legend say that when one crosses over and steps off the Rainbow and touches the ground of the Earth with that one forgets the past, forgets it for ever and the evil Witch gives new form and having that form becomes the prison for ever and a day.
There is gold end of the Rainbow an Earth, but looking for gold also the part of the evil Witches spell, since the gold is the importance and values which holds one on in Earth.
But it is also whispered by the ones who live among the stars, that one day the spell will be broken by the one who dare to step on the Rainbow Bridge and walk back into the Theta Universe with that out of the evil Witches spell..
The stars shine bright and beckon to light the way home……………..
You have so far posted everything whatever I have offered. Some time that made me wonder why but as I have said before I found out that you have moxa [in other words guts] so here is one.
Geir have thrown a new bone in into his blog to spark an interest for communication and to debate. [sorry “bone” is not correct or nice way to say, since on bones one gnaws on but on “intellectual item” is discussed by intelligent beings. I am just a barbaric being and chew on my items. No manner here what so ever, but do I ever have fun, the Gods envy me and their undergarments are ruin because they don’t have much fun as I do since they are only Gods, and have to behave like one, noble, saintly, wise, above all and definitely not chewing on bones.
”If you travel at the speed of light”
I have a reaction to question I get on instant answers with glorious, in colors so as I read that question ……in an istant, I have seen everything how that is in space the light moves I have seen as from the source the particles moves across the dark space and the particles touch some of the objects on their travel some bounces and flow backward opens wide like funnel and disperses in space and the rest of the light particles moves forward till reach other surfaces but they the particles look they have arrived but they are there only a moment and they flow back ward and intermingle with the incoming flows, that intermingling; incoming and outgoing particles give the illusion of the brightness of the surface.
I see every light particle as they disperse in the darkness and that is the reason there is no such a thing as “dark” because light particles float about from every direction going every direction. Some of these light particles collide and they make the change and force other particles into different directions. If vast particles of light collide than there is on explosion of light the particles move, burst.
When once see the movement of light there is no experience of movement but a continual evolvement of those particles.
“The being does not move do not go exterior or interior. The being is intangible- infinite than how the HELL THAT CAN MOVE and travel with the speed of light? How do intangible infinite could be moved? Somebody care to explain that here in this blog?
PS: if I have on MU correct me please,
If I’m not mistaken, some of the greatest scientific theories have been based on scientists’ “intuition” – or visions or revelations? Elizabeth’s and Maria’s experiences (or visions or revelations) might make for some additional great hypotheses. Some of their experiences already match or support certain QM theories (if my admittedly vague understanding is basically correct).
In fact, the more I think about it the more it seems that truth is not derived or contrived but first Known directly and then Looked for and found and thus “proved.”
Otherwise, in this astronomical (both senses) world, how would you know where to Look?
By “truth” I mean ultimate truth.
Marildi, if one has a question about something than that person knows the answer all ready. One cant ask a question of the unknown. One would not know what to ask.
100% right
Marildi, I would like to add to my comment about “question and knowing the answer” the answer will be, what is the person’s reality on that item how close to the person has duplicated the original item.
This is seen in session how it works In session: over the years I have found and I am sure others too that on the same item there are many layers existing. Till one reaches the BASIC cognition than there is no more and how one knows there is no more charge and one has reached the basic truth.? One never thinks of it any more, you see all the charge has been erased=as-ised so there is no thoughts existing.
Moxibustion (Chinese: 灸; pinyin: jiǔ) is a traditional Chinese medicine therapy using moxa, or mugwort herb. It plays an important role in the traditional medical systems of China, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Tibet,
Moxa, has nothing to do with Geirs innards, but in use of slag term indicates the person is hot, burning hot.
Care to go for this too? had lots of interest in my blog.
I just come back FROM A WALK since I had too much energy, I wanted to buy more stock and something was pushing me to do it. I know about this sensation for a long time since it has made to do many things which I really did not wanted to do. I felt actually pushed into things. Just do things which felt good but it had no good outcome. I have sessions while I walk.
So here I am starting to walk I do fair space but nothing extra ordinary.
I am fiddling about this large energy which was pushing me to buy, I was looking for words how to address it.
I did ARCB on it and I have seen myself way back out is some space station measuring this huge incoming energy which was so powerful it has taken me over I was struggling for my very existence and I have lost. Bloody hell I died again.!!
Then I see a storm a winter storms in which I got last and got frozen [in 67 I have painted a picture in oil where I was struggling in a snow storm leaning into the wind and cutting horizontally flying icy snow. I got lost and frozen to death, and bloody hell I lost another valuable machine. ]
I sold that picture, I was not in scientology yet.
So here I am recalling this storm now 44 years later in session. Then I realized a word”””SURGE””” is the magical key which describes the best these the heavy power which takes one over and that clicked, for 25 minutes I was running all sort of incident, car accident when a surge of energy hit me from behind, I have seen storms as different surges moves into the terrain, than I have run surge of energy taking me over when the divorce started. Being beaten heavily as the blow come they are in fact power surges directed at solidity.
I run” surging power” of total “LOVE” which have poured into my space, it is totally fascinating to observe every particle of power since they are nothing but particles but the surge, in the surge is condensed and can contain many=immense amount particles
Peter my love, what actually happens when heavy surge is taking over ONE LOOSES THE ANCHOR PONTS and one becomes hepless since new anchor point, usually unwanted replace the old ones.
Just think what has happens when your ship went down, serge of power+ anchor points were lost, DM in the church uses surge of power and moves, destroys anchor point= believes.
I have come back from the walk soaked- wet since the surges of power created so much heat the water was running of my body like in sauna. I was so dizzy I could hardly stand. To many major Anchor points melted away.
Who ever said or believes the human body is fragile; well I have news for them. This old thing here have been put through this life thousands of deaths, tens of thousands of power surges were experienced by it, also experienced enormous fury in many occasions, violent incoming power from accidents and physical beating.
Here is a bit on sexual climax, That power surge was created for the used in the past to catapult the being out incidents and to erase incident. Now that bloody surge is CALLED A PLEASURE MOMENT the greatest pleasure thing the being can have as a human!!!! How degraded the spiritual being have become!
Of course the catapulting-erasing no longer works but to create such a powerful surge of energy leaves the being totally exhausted, melted into a useless puddle of jell, but soon as can, will gather all the power once more and go for another round.
But will not achieve that goal will remain here on Earth and only a vogue thought will remain from that experience a glimpse of heaven for a moment, it was almost in reach, that illusion of freedom.
Surge of power to erase solidity that way no longer works since the incidents have become solid and too tangled knotted. With every surge-climax anchor points are hammered in.
PS: the glimps of heaven the ecstasy which is achieved by friction on the nerves that is the body action, the problem is the being only can postulate that power surge through the body, so uses the body to postulate something into existance which is the sexual climax, that bit of HEAVEN one experiences with sexual climax IS THE THETA UNIVERSE WITHOUT MEST CONNECTION. So why one do not want to contenue to solo audit or with any kind of auditing is beyon my comprehansion. One do not need to have a body to feel ecstasy that comes natuarly when enough shit is as-ised.
“…the surge is condensed and can contain many=immense amount particles”
= “condensed admiration particles”?
Admiration. I wonder which sub-atomic particle it is exactly…
(Theoretical physicists of the world, take note! :-))
Basic cog. on waiting.
Waiting: there are anchors and there are anchors which hold the being in place. Postulate is not on anchor point it is only on experience. If one postulates and that postulate is in a question form and one puts it out and waiting for somebody, something to send back on answer that is different.
Waiting is the biggest most affective, the “ultimate” anchor which holds one in the Universe indefinitely.
Waiting, places one into mystery, into the unknown.
While waiting one is spaculating, guessing , postulating what answer should be, what one would like to hear and that is one’s own creation our own mock-up. Not the answer from the Universe.
Therefore the anchor remains: the postulate that question which requires completion in order to have a continuum: holding the being suspended in mystery, in the unknown “anchored”.
PS: Cog, continues. On waiting.
While waiting the being the ”self” moves into condition “not know”,
Therefor creating space, distance, time=future time= continuum.
The postulated question itself is on invitation for a game condition. Also contains evaluation of every possibility about the future. The if’s, maybe’s the perhapse’s existing here=expansion on one’s original postulate Yet they all remain anchor points but now one has expended, added those anchors by guessing, the condition has become more solid.
And thus the game of the physical universe was created.
(Knowledge apprehended directly by Elizabeth, or as she likes to say – first hand ;-))
better wording: “…apprehended by Elizabeth directly…”
Marildi, I don’t pretend that I know it all, I am just discovering what I know and I write this new knowledge how I see the Universe in new light. ….. My reality is far from others reality.
Marildi I seldom comment on reality of others but when I do that with that I offend because having such a huge gap in reality how differently we see the universe.
I have no idea how the game started for other. I can’t see how they see their black cat. I only can see my own.
My cognitions are my reality, and it is not the law of the Universe only law in mine.
Marildi I also got the undercurrent of your remark.
It was a comment on my own recognition of what you said. Maybe I should say my own cognition.
No offence intended, whatsoever, I meant it as a validation.
Good, thank you.
Tides, eddys, ripples and whirlpools of light….
Right you are, thanks Valkov,
it was great to be in the wide open space and see every particles, billions of them move. I stayed with that experience untill totall understanding become mine. yet now I still can recall that but now I know it is a recall. There was no sound, I have not moved I never do. I only experience.
Beside movement of the light there was nothing beside the dark backround but I new it was immense space and there were dark planets and how the different textures affected the light. On one surface the light was almost inhaled and on other place the surface of the planet has become bright like the daylight here. I believe that planet has somekind of atmosphere which has some particles which reflected the light or made the light particles look brighter.
Marildi I write about what I know, you write about and comment what others know. please figure out the difference of this two action.
Maybe we should both work on not being so arrogant.
Marildi I never read it any place when the person post, wins: cognitions that make the person arrogant. or that is arrogant. Please refer me to that whatever page tape etc. that is written.
Bed time story for the child within. The myth has it and was told, repeated many times by the ones who still part of in the ever flowing starlight indigo night.
There was an evil Witch whose jealous nature was the beginning of darkness in order to balance out the creative forces in the Universe. And she was evil as evil can be, wicked to the core.
Hate, jealousy, greed, destruction was her mode and she hated even more if she could not out do somebody else’s creation. So she decided to do something so spectacular that no one ever created before and no one has ever seen in the whole Universe.
She thought, with that she will prove that she is the most powerful being in the Universe and having such creation admired she will win many beings over and they will become her followers, with that she added a new side to her personality: must control.
She ranted and raged in her frustration over the eons, designed many traps but not one was beautiful enough to be admired to hold one spellbound for ever.
As she looked on as the wondrous creation emerge all-around her in her fury and filled with jealous hate burning hot in the debt in her she snatched two stars and crushed them with her mighty hands [which were invisible of course] and hurled the sparkling light across the velvety indigo space and the crushed stars sparkled as they went up in great arch and fell toward into the infinite distance. The universe become still, hushed as all looked at this great wonder as it spanned the Universe from one end to the other.
The Rainbow was born.
The legend has it that one end of the Rainbow ended an Earth and the other end still is in the Theta Universe. All the unsuspecting souls who have stepped and walked fallowing the brilliant trails the magical stardust of the Great Rainbow Bridge are all captured by the evil Witch when they reach the Earth and become are under her spell.
There are many unsuspecting beings walked over including Fairy folk, the gnomes in the forests, the souls who are now live in animals forms here on Earth.
The evil spell is as the legend say that when one crosses over and steps off the Rainbow and touches the ground of the Earth with that one forgets the past, forgets it for ever and the evil Witch gives new form and having that form becomes the prison for ever and a day.
There is gold end of the Rainbow an Earth, but looking for gold also the part of the evil Witches spell, since the gold is the importance and values which holds one on in Earth.
But it is also whispered by the ones who live among the stars, that one day the spell will be broken by the one who dare to step on the Rainbow Bridge and walk back into the Theta Universe with that out of the evil Witches spell..
The stars shine bright and beckon to light the way home……………..
+1
Mark, thanks, maybe care to read ” Earth, the Phantom from the past.” it is in my blog.
words, value of words: lesson from the past
The brilliant rays of the sun poured from above flooding the terrain, the meadows, the ancient forest with the late summers hot pungent shimmering light.
Inside the forest was sanctuary for the silence, through the high canopy here and there the shafts of brilliant light broken through and splattered the mute coolness with dazzling rays of translucent gold.
Below, close to the ground the shadows played hide and seek in the cool, where the mosses have grown into thick soft cushions which have held the sounds in captivity and given the flooring the colours of softly shaded emeralds with a hint of gilt.
Now and then thrilling call of bird could be heard ….. whoosh of wings………..than silence…..
Now and then old dry limb given into the passing of time and with heart stopping sound split from the ancient mother falling to the final resting place with heavy muffled groan….. life ends… to the cradle, we return…….
Breeze, a playful young spirit moved twined around the trunks of the old giants and tickled the above leafs ever so gently. Her laughter was the music, the rustling leafs.
The roaring thundering sound from the distance waterfall were the water relentlessly pounded at the boulders for thousands of passing seasons, here in the forest in the presence of the ancient the wisdom, was merely a mummer and the spirits too dared only to whisper in awe. .
Oh, but the trees these magnificent giants in body and soul! Here was magic, everlasting ….….
The branches of this ancient giants were heavy, gnarled reaching upward toward the light, were covered with enormous hearth shaped leafs and through this golden green canopy the light sipped trough and held the space in now, in infinite.
There were changes of the foliage high on the top there were the signs; end of the summer cycle was visible, the icy night winds have poured down from the high mountains bordering the forest to the north and kissed leafs in the secret of the night to scarlet gold.
Few of leafs have given in and have fallen and now lay scattered, showing intricate designs on the moss carpet.
A carpet of incredible beauty, woven by the hands of Nature herself!
So out of place, yet so at home, one with all, two small figures were walking, one from his posture could be judged was an old man.
He resembled his surroundings: ancient dark deep lined skin hung loose on the bony frame, silver white long hair tied back with softened thin root and he wore only one garment, faded sleeveless shirt not long enough to cover his spindly legs and bony knees.
The young man wore similar shirt different hue faded too by the touch of sun and bare footed they were.
The two humans were very tiny in body comparison to the dimension of the trees.
But what size has to do with the purity of the soul, the might of Infinite?
The old one stopped as he reached a large light drenched clearing under the opened canopy were the sun rays thickly spread and heated the gilded the moss.
His sank his feet deep into the moss and wiggled his short root like toes with closed eyes enjoying the sensations.
Young one he lain down to the lighten carpet and rolled over and over than spread his arms to embraces the earth below and buried his face into the soft pile of moss. The muffled sound of his laughter bubbled up, the trill of and joy being one with nature!
The old one asked him to come since it was a good moment to start the lesson.
Told the boy to collect the fallen leafs and he too did the same.
They came back to the sun warmed spot, the boy brought on armful of vivid gold treasures and the old one had four leaf in his hand.
The old men said: to take very close look examine each leaf and memorize every line with great care. A reason he explained, so in the future one could recognise each as individuals when one would come upon them again, since he continued, we must know each words and understand their meanings because use them in our communication our speech. So, they serve out needs but after…… He pointed out the differences and said maybe leafs looked alike from the distance but in reality at close inspection they are very different. So are the words he explained when one otters a word it has meaning but from the distance they just become sounds with no meaning. Let’s play a game said he, let’s change considerations.
It is not a leafs you are holding now in your hands, but think of them as words, each leaf represent one word as I can see you have gathered enough, now write with them, write whatever you like.
He looked on as the boy with delight talking loud holding up a leaf and giving each meaning before he place them down on the moss and spelled out his thought. Then he stood back clapped his hand with happiness as he looked over his accomplishment, a sentence written in gold.
The old one laughed too, it was great fun to see the young boy’s mind to be so subtle, be so eager to learn and be able to change and except the new. Or perhaps he thought, here among the giants were ever present Life Force is strong the human thought haven’t any strength since they are not held in place by collective agreement so the change can be easy. Oh well he though, it has no importance, on with the game.
The boy eagerly waited to see what was the Master going to do with his few leaf, what will be his golden words. The Master look at the boy and said I have here four leafs I give each leaf: word different meaning and I will mark each leaf.
Here, this leaf here is the North with that he pinched off its tip this will be South, look here I brake half off it steam. On the East I will pinch back right side and the out of the West I just rip of a little bit here on the left. Then he held the leafs high above his head and let them go, North, South, East and West glided in silence and landed randomly at their feet.
See, the Master pointed toward the leafs and motioned around them than back at the leafs see, they have no real meaning and they don’t make any difference what order they are in, and they have not changed the order of things.
No matter what name or order I give, Nature remains the same, regardless of the spoken words regardless how we describe it, talk of it and think of it.
As they walked on the boy looked back toward the row of golden leafs glowing on green velvet…stillness fallowed….
In silence they walked toward the west and out from of the shadows of giants and here the permanent softness faded and the open space front of them suddenly was filled with staggering heated brilliance.
The old one stood for a moment legs wide apart rooted to the soil and closed his eyes and deeply inhaled perfumed vibrating scent of meadow.
Here in the open unimpeded light bathed terrain, from the distance waterfall to the north stretched a narrow meadow down where they stood and the sunny slopping land rolled further toward the distance till poured into purple haze which has enveloped the forest into mystery.
The centre of the narrow valley was halved by the rushing tumbling water which slid around, shouldering the huge gray- green boulders, roaring jubilantly that to be is good…….
Abundant fragrant lush vegetation blanketed the meadow and all around every hue of green and shape was represented and masses of wild flowers great and small in stature were rooted in happiness and painted to dazzling by the light.
Elements, the earth surface the air become infused by the movements: was heavy with heath, the roaring sounds of water, buzzing from myriad insects wings, humming of bees; brilliant butterfly’s slurping nectar, frogs playing their instruments and the fluid flights of birds animated the air and be-jewelled lizards flowed into the heated surfaces of the boulders.
vibration…….. life-force…….
The colors were infused into each other yet emphasised sharply individually, every shape become magnified and were enhanced to the tiniest detail.
All around the sloping narrow meadow was bursting with existence. Every being that lived near and far had wings or walked on four or sixes or just slithered have come here to the source: where water, the element supported and held the life in balance…………..
They walked through the waist high grasses to the edge and they lay flat on the water splashed shining boulder jutting out of the silvery shimmering foam and they drank deep. After neither has spoken they just set there dangling their feet into the effervescence, breathing in the myriad sounds, movements which was the meadows and they were too melted in and become one with…
The young one learned patience by now, he knew something will happen the lesson will continue since the old one never done anything without reason.
As they set there inhaling all, the whooshing-roaring silver water slid around the rocks and their eyes fallowed its flow further down were the banks become wide and the boiling waters calmed down, levelled out and the surface become pool of molten silver, reflecting the infinite.
The wind has come up so suddenly: great blasting force moved among the huge branches beyond and flattened the grasses in the meadow, roared all life to silence than suddenly it was gone, disappeared.
The stillness settled in for a moment till all knew, all was well and the movements of thousands things have returned to the well-worn path..
The old man picked out from the nearby clump of grass two wide blades and handed one over. Than he dipped his into the water and scooped one drop out and the boy did the same.
Old one said as he was admiring the blade of grass with the brilliant drop of light trembling on its end: I want you to look at this drop of water the same way as you did with leafs in the forest, look at it differently, and think of it differently
Think of it as not of a drop of water but as a word, any word will do.
The young man said “sun”.
Now the old one continued, look at the water rushing by your feet in great quantity and try to phantom how many drops are there, how many words have been spoken, by as many individual, by them I mean all who ever uttered sounds as spoken word. Just think, imagine how many words has been spoken in the past and being spoken now in present.
As you can see at your feet, all the droplets=words as one body rushing by, and every new sound=voice drowning out the old voices the old words which has become useless melted, destroyed by the new.
Now let’s put drops back where they belong,
The boy looked the fast sliding water which has carried away the droplets and looked at the old one. Who just smiled and he kept his eyes on the water. Then asked: can you see which one was your word and such a bright “sun” it was too, can you pick it out from among so many ? Because I cannot see mine.
He did not wait for the answer; he knew that the boy understood.
The old one get up, turned and walked toward the forest the boy fallowed as they entered, there could see the great change has been made by the violent gust earlier. The wind has ripped of the canopy from above and now heavy layer of scarlet-gold carpeted the ground and the space opened up all around. The space among the trees turned translucent shimmering gold and the shadows have melted away by the brilliant light which flooded tinted the trunks and edged the above limbs gold.
The boy looked at the old one with awe, question in his eyes, he was thinking of the wind, yet words were not in need.
They reached the trees were they have left the gold sentence etched on emerald green, now the ground was covered with heavy layers and all the leafs looked alike. He smiled at the boy, neither of them spoke, the boy looked at the Master with wonder. He understood.
TL;DR 😉
i dont understand those four letter. now the first two could be too long? help?
To Long; Didn’t Read. It’s a typical Internet acronym to tell someone in a jokingly way to keep it shorter 😉
erase it dont clutter your blog, why bother. thanks , I wondered since there is nobody around here to read what I write i have no idea how it is. I dont wish to clutter the minds. Thanks again.
It’s not a request for you to be upset or leave. It is a request to keep it shorter.
Good god Gear it takes the outhouse to fall on my head to get upsett. Where would I go? I posted it on my blog too, I let the visitors chew through it. But nature moves me to no end. I rave and get very involved, even when I hold a flower bulb the beauty whitin trills me.
We had outhouse while we live in Hungary. 20 bellow and at night? AH. I am still waithing for my feet to thaw out.
I never read or heard such on expresion before, I love it. “It’s not a request for you to be upset ……..
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evaluation, thinking in progresssssss………………Chris and I, we been looking at evaluation. Interesting item. Of course it has many facets same as any other. When the person receive evaluation that new information is activating a piece of energy in the body, Chris has it on his face as a hot flush mine is activated on the upper out layer of the chest, so now we have separated on individual energy, that can be named and handled in session. Also the same energy is likely get stimulated by other inflows. Most likely that energy have been picked up long before solidity existed, long before the body become whatever it is now since solidity is not very old and that power surge could be any kind of whatever picked up over the eon as a power surge, explosion of a sun, flare up some other element, but has become the part of the body as you know your body now.[ Only body has a face you don’t have one and you don’t need one. Why would a spiritual being have a face? What is a face good for? I am thinking……..interesting…. not really………..;
PS: evaluation: when we think something has value since we have created it when it is demolished “in our reality”: put down in any ways, given a minus that action takes away the anchor point. . It seems, even the small –est evaluation has on affect, even if it is not meant to be negative. Totally amusing how fragile the theta universe can be.
No wonder beings hang onto solid items. That can’t be altered, and most cases one claims ownership for that purpose and puts a label on it “This belongs to me don’t touch”, mine, mine mine!!!!!
Whatever most important to the being has the most value he holds those things close,[ body is on main item] gathers it into his “Personnel Space” to keep a close eye on, anchor points=self? There is more to this, I am curtain. Any unknown item become known by simply using, running ARCB’s
You are briefer now. Me like.
PS: I left out important part, Evaluation is devaluation and has a color usualy dark -gray, heavy has size of course and has weight. It action in motion looks like a blanket and it is a very powerfull surge . No wonder one protests when evaluated even if the action is covered up by positive word, that is not strong enough. the spirit is not ignorat being, one usuly knows.
Things come to me in segments sometimes: Continuation on evaluation.
We never can blame the other persons, when we are demolished by them. Not a good idea. You see, if something powerful comes at one and we recognise it as bad power, ugly destructive, evil thing……etc.
Weeeell, we can only recognise its power it destructiveness its evilness if we know about it if we too used the powers the same way. If that would not be true well, than one would not be affected now, one need to understand no matter what ever happens we are the cause of it=responsibility,
BUT THIS DO NOT MEANS WE CANT RAISE THE ROOF IN PROTEST, and HAVE A BALL DOING IT. nothing like letting it fly, thunder and lightning etc.. but that cause problem we pull in other evaluation and being told we are low tone beings should be in session to handle our bank. These are the perils being in the MEST playing MEST games. Good morning to you Geir, here is 11pm. Have a lovely day. E.
http://www.bellenews.com/2012/03/30/science-tech/prof-antonio-ereditato-neutrino-faster-than-light-scientist-has-resigned/
Prof. Antonio Ereditato, the head of OPERA group at Gran Sasso, in charge of an experiment that appeared to show subatomic particles travelling faster than the speed of light, has resigned from his post. Prof. Antonio Ereditato oversaw results that appeared to challenge Einstein’s theory that nothing could travel faster than the speed of light.
Earlier in March, a repeat experiment found that the particles, known as neutrinos, did not exceed light speed. When the results from the OPERA group at the Gran Sasso underground laboratory in Italy were first published last year, they shocked the world, threatening to upend a century of physics as well as relativity theory – which holds the speed of light to be the Universe’s absolute speed limit. The experiment involved measuring the time it took for neutrinos to travel the 730 km (450 miles) from CERN laboratory in Geneva, Switzerland to the lab in Italy.