i suspect there is another set of inhabitants in our city, with a completely distinct and non-overlapping cultural paradigm. this means they don't go to any of the same places, they don't know any of the same references (they've never heard of michael jackson or coca cola). i am trying to find or create portals in order to communicate with these beings.

can you help me?

Hi all,

I've come across a fascinating book that talks about high level spiritual things from a scientific perspective. This book is intriguing as it talks about many similar things to what people in mystical states mention such as seeing into parallel dimensions and interacting with beings from other worlds etc.

This book is called Zhuan Falun and it is from the Buddha Law School of Cultivation however it is not Buddhism the religion or Daoism the religion, it's something more profound. It seems to me to be more of a spiritual science as many of the terms and concepts in the book are talked about in a scientific down to earth manner instead of flowery mystical prose which I found very refreshing.

Now here is where it gets interesting, this book talks about the following things:

● Other Dimensions - Levels Of Dimensions spanning into the microcosm and also outwards into the macrocosm

● The Soul - It talks about people having a Master soul and a subordinate soul which is hidden from you but is at a more advanced level then you, it states some people have more then one Subordinate soul and some are of not of the same sex as you i.e males having a female subordinate soul etc.

● Microcosmic worlds - This concept was very far out but it talks about there being worlds within you, countless worlds. Similar to our world with life , water, animals etc. An analogy is zooming an an atom within one of your cells and realizing at that level of magnification it is just like our solar system. Then zooming into a single particle in that world and finding out it too is a vast world, apparently the level it can go onwards like this is beyond imagination.

● Supernatural Abilities - In the book they mention that everyone has them it is just that they have atrophied. It goes into depth about this topic. Some abilities that are mentioned are precognition, retrocognition and remote vision.

● The 3rd Eye - Talks about how at the front part of our pineal gland there is a complete structure of an eye there. Modern science calls it a vestigial eye but in the cultivation world they say this eye just naturally exists like that and it can be activated allowing one to pierce through this dimension and see other dimensions. It talks about how there are many levels to this 3rd eye and it goes into great depth about it.

● Thoughts - This part was amazing. It talks about how a human brain is just a processing plant. How the real you is actually your soul, it's like your whole body and brain is just a vehicle and that the true commands are issued by your master soul, but this master soul is very tiny and it can switch positions while inside you and it can also expand and shrink. It can move from your brain to your heart and to other parts of your body and it is 'he' who calls the shots. Your brain is just the factory which your master soul sends his cosmic commands to which then create the forms of expression and communication we use such as speech, gestures, etc.

These are just a few things that are covered but there are many many other things which blew my mind when I read it because of how it resonated with some of the mystical experiences people sometimes have, especially the multidimensional nature of reality and how all of them are hidden in our day to day perceptions of the world.

If this sounds interesting to anyone you can grab a copy of the book here:

http://en.falundafa.org/eng/pdf/ZFL2014.pdf

This is coming from meditation sessions, general knowledge, intense acid trips, social emergence etc etc... some things just pop out at me. Logic states the obvious if you'rein a state sceptical open mindedness.

It started with the idea of super Earth or possibly mega Earth planets with masses up to 5-10 times that of our own would have a lot more water on their surfaces because they lack tectonic activity since there is extreme gravity with all the extra mass. No water gets dragged down to the mantle; on Earth we have many oceans times the amount we have on the surface that was dragged down by tectonic activity over the billions of years. The oceans would be very deep, 50 miles + and since the planet is larger the sheer amount of extra volume and avoidance of extreme depths because of pressure, life would rarely interact and therefore there would less competition between species. The amount of water also would limit how much damage natural disaster could do and since there is no tectonic activity or volcanism there would be little need for desperate species to evolve like we have had here; the jaw wouldn't exist or would be extremely rare and under evolved because of the sheer distances between meals. In regards to life being desperate with some relativity all you need to do is like look what happened in Ancient Egypt; the great lakes of the South Sahara went through desertification forcing people on to the Nile and ultimately slavery/Romans killing Messiahs/megalomaniac leaders with bad genes and no spirituality. The only thing that could conceivably do any real damage would be comet or asteroid, even then if the marine life was deep enough the ocean would absorb a lot of the impact.

Anyway, without the jaw evolving life would not be the harsh mistress it is here, life would be naive to any dangers and rightly so as there be none to very little. Predation would not exist, they would all be vegans, essentially, however, evolution would take substantially longer to get to our point of self awareness and hallucination. Plankton and the like would be the main food source, proteins from shedding, excretions, minerals swept up from wherever. There would a complex layering of currents, the top most layers of the ocean travel unimpeded, following the planet's rotation, whereas as you do get down to the irregularities of the ocean floor the currents will be perhaps ice like Ice VII, or a similar crystalline pressure based form of it. The mid currents sort of amble in between. Any life in this middle part wuold be protected from both the immense pressures of the deep and the potential hostility from any asteroids or comets. They would evolve very slowly but 'cushioned' from life's cruel lessons. Over the billions of years it would take to evolve without interruption I propose they could evolve minds to communicate and express intention; consciousness does seem to be the fundamental as shown in certain quantum mechanical experiments like variations of the double slit experiment like the delayed choice quantum eraser, (oon-Ho Kim, R. Yu, S. P. Kulik, Y. H. Shih and Marlan O. Scully, 1999) that somehow seemingly allows for retro-causality. What other kind of abilities does consciousness have on what we once thought was a deterministic, Newtonian, clock work like universe.

Innocence seems to allow for the greatest of spiritual experiences; people always say let the innocent cast the first stone, because they will not cast a stone. Innocent people do not act in this way. You don't kittens plotting to take over the world, it's an emergent illness that occurs from traumatic events in it's maturation because the bump, harsh, natural disaster land out there. So innocence is a good property in the eyes of what many call spirituality which if you look at all the successful governments in teh world you will find a spiritual component. Masonry/Christianity/Judaism in America, Hinduism and Sanskrit in India. Countries like Communist China will fall as seen if you believe hype surrounding neural network chatbot AI's and 30-40s Imperialist/Fascist fear based axis lost to the more spirituous west. It's a theme. Spirituality the nervous system of consciousness, power is merely a by product like a muscle is a byproduct or having the ability to control a muscle. We humans at our greatest have bizarre, magically, quantum and psychical properties as discussed at length by spiritual people, physicists and Jung. Using this, I could add more later, we'll explore what these beings could do using other examples from our experience.

They would sing or more aptly to them they would create beauty in their mind's eye with resonant ideas similar to that of what our mantras or chanting might do.

Say
"hello, Brucer, would you like some coffee?"
but say it backwards at the same time using your intuition. "Yes okay, I've given up the sugar, though because it affects my focus"
same with that
"Gee whizz, well I'm off for a poo" Do all at the same time and now add some beats, intuitively.

Don't say the words with your mind's tongue just allow your mind to use it's natural observation abilities and your mental dexterity to do the task. You should see like a fountain like shape of moving parts with some beats thrown because why not?

They would be doing that which if you do on a high enough frequency can look quite mesmerising, sort of intense and fractal like. This is a powerful spiritual tool as brought up before spirituality is what power is, the connection to sources, whoever has the strongest one wins and in a fair world it likes innocent types over bad eggs.

With these kind of abilities they would be acting like shamans used to, observing the spirit realms growth, learning and healing purposes for themselves and more importantly their tribe. We could be classed as part of their tribe as fall under their umbrella of innocence, they are superior to us in the same way Jesus was superior to Pontious Pilot. Bad people tend to be aggressive, they demean those which they should be respecting, inbred people do this a lot, can yo point out any megalomaniacs that looked like super racial homogenised uber-mench/frau? I usually put it in this order.

(copy pasted from my facebook wall)

• 9 is innocent people /zen
• 8 Is women, infinity or heaven on their side.
• 777 'jackpot' are men in heaven
• 6 are not nice but they like life
• 5 are people
• 4 are depressed/anxiety people
• 3 psychosis
• 2 handicapping mental illness
• 1's don't exist. In fact I reckon that was Crowley he's gone innee. INNEE? :)

How much love do you have?
Add a decimal if you want
Each one has influence over the below numbers, the upper ones are connected to source, the lower ones not as much so.

Back to sane land or not, since we have control over quantum physics and as said before, psychical awareness and magic perhaps they have even more control perhaps control over dark matter, dark energy or even maybe they can order up anything from a thought about the starting positions of everything, observing the big bang and what they wanted appears.. sort of like the law of attraction but with far more clout, I'll leave it to you to think what they could do with it. Thomas Campbell, an ex NASA risk troubleshooter/Monroe labs technician and out of body expert is amazing at helping you understand quantum mechanics and the ramifications of things like the Akashic records or Database as he calls it, big C (consciousness/God) little C, you and freewill. Check him out.

Who know's, though. Bit of a thought experiment that's ongoing. I love allowing myself to think when I'm sober, high or meditating, I use the quantum erasure on my mind to weed any thoughts that are not of my origin and of fascist sources and I've been quite successful with in recent weeks, I'm having another awakening. I thought I was there but nah, if you seek knowledge and you are innocent the conscious forces of the universe will you to spiritual geysers and with that power obviously as said it's merely a byproduct. I'll come back later and answer questions if there are any, if not I'll add some more. I need and coffee and a poo anyway. Hope you enjoyed reading that. Check my comments out if you want more of that kind of stuff in the mean time.

Thanks for the invite

I have made mistakes in my life, many, many mistakes - or rather to say more clearly -- I have done things which lead to regret. It is true also that other choices would lead irreversibly to other pools of regret to drown myself in, to pour from my face in self pity.

If as the fluid flows from your body you imagine yourself that teardrop falling into an endless sea, if you take a breath and see yourself rise as vapour looking down upon the swirling brine and if you let yourself see all the other tears, all the other lost dreams.. The many worlds, the many torments -- every choice has it's own labyrinth of hells, it's own valley of beasts... Woe, woe, woe and torment; eternally we traverse the bitter seas...

What's funny is there was a time that such moments of torment would break me upon a forgotten shore, then I had the divine inspiration that lead to autodidiact time travel pragmatism, this was a long time ago now of course, rather than wallow in a mire of hopelessness i simply converted that energy into a driving force, i threw myself into distractions and projects, into progressing myself and moving on into better things...

yet this was not wonderful or perfect, indeed just like Siddhartha and Candide who were so key in starting my journey I too came to realise that while I had been seeking glory my plants had withered and my cupboard was bare... yet my life is no moral fable, or if it is then it's written by Goethe. There is no moment of resolution, no final chapter to tie the loose ends and affirm a happy end - my mistakes are scored deep within me and from now until the rest of time whatever they be and whoever i become the landscape of my past will never chance, the things i missed, he moments that could have been...

a merciful god would strike me from existence this very moment, one last extreme of suffering then the book is over moral or no.

yet we do not have a merciful god, i am my own god; am i a merciful god?

no, no let's not kid ourselves, would I torture myself so thoroughly if I had an ounce of compassion for the only creature I really know can feel pain?

I have fought hard to make my life such a mess, such a confusing muddle of conflicting sorrows and bitter disappointments, many times has an angel in beautiful guise descended to offer me salvation and resolution, many, many times have sheathed my sword to my hip in cold defiance. Why reject the universes love? why punish so brutally that one thing which you know really feels it? why punish those that you love and who love you then reward all others?!

one would think then that it must be an act of hate, of evil, of spite - yet none of these terms have meanings that retain their coherence when applied to the self; you can't hate yourself not your real, true self - you can only hate what you've become, what you present yourself as; the true you, the bit that does the hating loves itself because that's what love is.

So then why do I, and no doubt everyone else if there is anyone else, punish myself so? Why do I wake thinking of where i should be, why do i dream of it in between every distracting thought? and would i ever dream of being me?

this is one of the key points of autodidactic time travel pragmatism, a lot of people think of time travel as going back and changing the past but for me that's not really it. I mean, the mistakes i've made - that's who i am, peering through a lens at another me just seems so pointless; if all mistakes were erased what would i be? a robot, an angel, nothing that ever existed....

i am my mistakes, the world is it's mistakes - but outside of reality in the dreamworld we can explore things conceptually that are otherwise impossible, let us travel backwards through time; let us put me not where in all ideal worlds i'd like to be [a radiant beam of all knowing love] but where this very second i would be if i could; or no let's cheat and go back a few days to seat i can see myself sitting in, the sun beating down, a tear in my eye as i see my dearest friend finally happy... what would be the steps backwards from that, how much would we need to change - this is as i said before a fairly simple thing that is my own doing; how much of myself would i need to change, what choices could i have made to have reached the places i am now that'd i'd never give up and also those places i'd like to be?

actually sadly some are really small, in retrospect absolutely tiny - choices that's be so simple to make differently if I'd known where all the others would lead...

yet look how much of the scaffolding falls away as you start to make the changes that make those things possible - I could have been the type of person who'd have been there but if so then were would i have wanted to have been there? if i'd been the sort that could be there would i even be there at all? is this whole dream of self-pity not a phantasm created explicitly for the soul that can not go? would it have that missed meaning if i hadn't missed it? once things start to unravel it's impossible to stop.

so to finish by returning to the title, the very nature of regret silhouettes us against the cave wall - we see in stark contrast a vision of certain aspects of ourselves as perfect as they could be -- this of course is not reality, there is no reality, this is a vision of beauty created by the being that you are - it is the what couldn't be.

so i guess what i'm trying to say is it's inevitable that you'll face moments of regret, you'll miss out on things or let people down - it's ok to feel bad during these times, it's ok to use fear of these moments to direct your future actions and inspire your will -- this is all part of being alive, these emotions are life in it's very purest, rarest most wonderful essence.

Let that regret weigh not against you but with you, you have made choices and suffered for them so too it is right to glory in them, so too it is right to be proud when it is that other fire which flickers. let it confirm your choices, the price is paid the path is set - forward unto victory, forward unto whatever prize it is you sought.

as those hiphopers do say, it's about you doing you.

People often know everything when you try and tell them something but nothing if you try and ask them anything; we must be the inverse - if someone tries to tell you something then listen to everything they have to say, why they're saying it and try to understand what they really mean based on the assumption that they have something worth expressing - when people ask we must tell them everything, tell them what we think and why we think it, let them see out biases and judge us as sound or silly depending on our worth and applicability to the situation -- do not trick or hide deceptions, do not over awe with skillful words and borrowed phrases but rather be what you are, be honest and good and open - try not to be god but to be you.

as the hiphopers say, i'm doing me.

be you, let others see you and judge you -- what happens to words and ideas once you've expelled them is no longer up to you, we must focus on getting right the things we can change - when presented with facts try to understand and verify them, try to comprehend and understand everything and present your best understanding of truth when someone seeks it from you in the plainest and most simple form so that others may make best use of it.

a good world doesn't come about when the best person wins, that is identical to the worst world for all but a two people... the best world arrives when we learn to understand ourselves as ourselves and be ourselves - when we interact with each other based on the understanding that people are people and we're all part of something much more complex, confusing and significant than any single one of us.

Hello. I find this religion very reasonable. I think I would like to learn more to consider joining/adhering/whatever of which its practice consists. However, I notice that in the teachings there are missing pages. Have those just not been Written yet, or were they removed because they reference the Bilderburger clones and the need to start stockpiling surplus military rifles and such?

pretty sure i love this place.

couple of important accounts are inaccessible for me at the moment, including everyones favourite parrot - obviously we all know when the lamp flickers with a HX0185HW x3+seg it might just catch the curtains ablaze...

Remember children of the world, you can know me by my ways and by my words - by the truth of the soul, seek out truth always and let the test be in thy heart and in thy will -- act not against your concepcion nor against thy house or it's arts; hold fast friends a wave cometh but crossing it is what were're here for.

we have stepped into the the dawn of a new age, everyone feels it and the new truth is bubbling into everyone's perception - speak out, use your voice, use your power -- shape now the dreams and wonders of the next millennium. it is your destiny.

Quite a lot of my friends are very sensible people, they see me programming computers and wearing shoes like normal people and they say to me 'you're a smart person, you could wear a suit and you already know how to tie and tie, you're good with words - if you just did your cynical impression of a businessman for eight hours a day you'd be rich by now, you're popular with the ladies you could settle down with a nice gal and have some kids and farm ugly dogs or knit flags or whatever people like that do these days...' and i say to those people, people you can't be serious because look at me i'm trying to make up things you're saying and i can't even make you sound serious or normal!

but that's kinda how it goes sometimes, mostly in my head, and to those people i have to say that no you people you really are actually wrong.

They think that because I am clever I should forgo thinking of all the stupid things they've decided are dumb, for example they have decided based on nothing but a whim that all religion is always wrong - thus any study of religion beside the cynically blind academic weighing of words is deemed a waste of time, a sign of madness.

Everything is looked at as if it's a career, a job, a way of earning money - people write books to appeal to wide audiences, i mean really all that personal discernment and internal understanding but you squander it trying to make yourselves tepid for a sea of diverse and board consumers?! are you mad!?

the person who writes a thousand pages from the soul and leaves their manuscript to blow in the wind is a million times more sane than the fool who pours their life into a world of easy lies and empty sayings and sells it for all the baubles in Babylon.

When you are in the forest the wind blows the leaves, snakes slither silent under grass, small bodies brush through bracken - but then breaking into sonorous swirls of glee a bird sings; the wind is unthinking, the snake shy, the bodies shapeless and fleeting but the bird, the birds song is loud and free.

We express ourselves to be ourselves or we express something else to be someone else. This is a tautological truth of the universe.

but for my buddies sake let's cut it out for a moment; let's pretend the world is nought but boring robots and mechanistic dreams...

if nothing matters and hope is but a fools dream then why do you fear it so? why do you resist it and fight against it with every fibre of your being?!

isn't it so that if it really didn't matter then you'd not even notice it at all?

the brain is complex, society even more so - to imagine you can just dismiss such hugely complex things simply because you prefer the feel of STEM against your skin? it's ludicrous.

scepticism is a form of fanaticism, it's faith based approach to science.

sometimes things are complex and mad, sometimes there are burning balls of fire in the sky with rocks spinning round them and mud all mushed up into people crying about love and lust and far fangled things.

if you want to live in a dull world then of course you can, you just need to make up a story for yourself and use it to excuse all your actions - that's all you can do about anything and all you will ever do...

so why make it a morbid one? why set your sights on sucking the life out of other peoples dreams?

i think it's simply because you can't face up to the responsibility of knowing you're in control of your own destiny and own reality in such an important and tangible way..

seeing the world as wonderful and complex isn't a sign of idiocy, it's a sign that someone is facing upto the reality they are their own reality - people that talk of joy as if it's a solid object, who look for pride in shiny cups; these people are kidding themselves far more than those they sneer at - you can't do being happy wrong, choosing to see the world in a way that precludes happiness can never be right.

Long Live the revolution of the soul !
Total and systemic love of all beings and all forces and the joy of moving forward in harmony ! .

Thanks, I don't have a blog or anything though I'm trying to write some books at the moment which are all about coming to terms with ones humanity, because that's what it's all about especially now in this mad age of internet connectivity - as limmy said, your shit is my shit -- we have to learn that all humans defecate, that the concept of perfection is absurd if we take it to mean without grim or gore; perfection of that kind is not possible even in the divine, we must realise then that all things are half darkness and half light, that joy is not a thing it is a concept and as such its boundaries are not solid but immaterial... Joy starts in the heart and reaches to the soul, you can love a thing for it's faults, for it's intent, for the breeze it makes in departing.

Seek not perfection but joy, does a miner throw out bauxite when he seekth aluminium? does a miner throw out hematite when he needs iron? Your heart is the crucible and your soul the mold - you must take in rough shod gravel crushed between your teeth and swallow down the crud, suck out the slag and cast for yourself pure ingots of love, blessing and joy; cast for yourself wonderful statuary designed with great artistry to remind you of the great time you had seeking wonder in the opencast mine of happiness...

I guess what i'm trying to say is you just gotta accept that life is shit, that everyone you'll ever meet is shit but that it's ok because you're also shit - we're all just a bundle of shit, mostly the shit from micro-organisms feeding into other micro-organisms so they can do bigger more complex shits in a chain of shit-doing that reaches right up to the macro level of actual human shit. This is life, it's life for every single organism and any that don't are likely to be incredibly board - you see if they don't shit then they don't eat, what goes in has to come out, but more than that it means their body doesn't hunger for itself, doesn't require complex additions of nutrients to be grabbed, consumed and passed through the many layered systems that are us - no shit no desire, if we weren't sad then we'd do nothing to make art, if we weren't lonely we'd make no friends, if we weren't horny we'd make no love... So to say we must learn to love what is our engine, what is our machinery, what is our world - if you look inside yourself and find shame then glory be! find self-loathing and bitterness then happy you should be! What being could become more than itself without these things?!

What would a time-travel pragmatist do when something is to be done?

This is a very useful question because it's a handy escape from having to take responsibilities for your actions, it's a way of skipping to 'I was just doing what I thought was right...' and 'it's how everyone does it...' and if your friends dedicated their lives to establishing and funding an absolutely brutal system to oppress the vast majority of the planet into hellish servitude, yourself included, you go along with that would you?

Humans suck, personally I believe that all life is suffering, all thought an aspect of unknowing - it stands to reason then that it's not just us but any possible active being is by it's nature easily deluded and dangerously selfish. Of course it's easy to with you didn't exist, I've always told I'm aberrant because every morning before I get up I lay and think about how lovely it would be if this was my last day, if I packed away all my stuff and folded myself up into a little box and sunk down to the bottom of the ocean... Well truth be told I generally think about crushing my head with a fast moving press, I don't think I fear anything quite as much as being kept alive in a jar which is strange because also i don't think i hope for anything quite as much as an eternal future my brain as commander of a probe sent off to establish production bases on distant planets....

I had a dream last night where I was explaining the pointlessness of suicide to someone while they sat on the toilet, explaining that no one will ever know that joyous quiet - aeons pass without a blink before some thought sticks up and draws out time, silence could last for amounts of time made up of more numbers than could fit in the universe and still no one would notice, no one would enjoy the quiet until some strange spark caused someone to suffer the woes of wonder.

The only way to enjoy a bad meal is to remember the millions starving in Africa, didn't you have a parent tell you? Is that why there are so many starving and suffering souls in this world so that then you can chew down your gruel while being glad your not them? maybe that's my purpose, maybe some strange and pernicious god sprinkled a liberal dusting of mental freaks upon the planet simply so that others can see our suffering and smile -- if only!

Truth be told people hate the hungry and the sad, it seems like such an injustice for them to have to pretend to care - who isn't sick of hearing about the bloated almost-corpses of children while you're trying to chew down whatever crappy processed shite or substandard peasant fare is in front of you? who doesn't want me to stop being so self-indulgent and selfishly sardonic? my mental torment is an imposition upon the fair world, that child's suffering is a stain on an otherwise wonderful world... bullshit.

You're all vile, all hungry, all woefull and pathetic - you're barely better-off than the African child, beside the temperorary satiation of some basic needs you're a lost little babe with a slowly dying body... and of me? of a being that knows all life is suffering, that knows his end is a meaningless bliss, a timeless, thoughtless, blissless infinity that'll be over in a single tock... you're the same pathetic creature I am, maybe everyone does feel the same and those that say it are hated for spoiling the lie, but no, people can say anything but they always show their fascinations by which holes they poke their eye to... Many, maybe most, are off on their own little questions, are seeking the ladder of power or the dungeon of forbidden knowledge... We seek the semblance of justifications for our lives, craft fun little stories to explain our motivations and chose a trinket to quest for - maybe money, money fame, maybe sex, maybe science... This becomes the lie we hide our sorrows behind, that is of course why this whole religion exists simply to give me something to do that wasn't self-immolation or budget basejumping - does that discredit it? just the ramblings of a self-destructive fool? if so then burn your bibles, throw away all your Nietzsche and rip up all Bertrand's books! The whole world of philosophy, physic and fantasy is the same root escapism from that overbearing brutality of a life observed.

Now to go back to aberrance lets's consider a thing, I can sit here writing and thinking and woeing and worrying as my life slips away, as my belly rumbles - it really it, when i get depressed my already low appetite just completely goes no matter how hungry I am the act of eating simply doesn't work - do you ever wonder what thoughts are in the african childs head? would you like to try and sing them? would you attend a concert that had them translated to soundscapes? would you go to shoreditch and watch a starving child in a cage suffer while a computer picked through their brainwaves and rendered them as house music? yet what DJ doesn't suffer?

Is there a line where it's unfair to enjoy someone else's suffering? if I did an especially good double-tuck backflip from the golden gate bridge would it be right to clap? how about a slow slide down into slow seething sufferings? not even a little cheer for a classy pendulum-pirouette? but tear soaked lyrics are the go to good thing...

I am not chiding humanity or existence, I am simply expressing it and admiring it's madness - we are all hungry and all too sad to eat, this is true at some point on the line and as everything is relative could there be any real difference? Do we listen to music for joy or to reassure ourselves others are suffering more than us? are characters like Prince, Michael Jackson, Keith Ritchards, and co all so loved and watched because even with everything at their feet they can't escape the great and visible beasts that consume them...?

Yes we suffer but suffering is beauty, is joy, is the only thing anyone really has.

I mean first off it's kinda well, predictable and badly written - don't pretend you haven't noticed, it's like one of those 'oh gosh what ever could happen next....' action films, but with gnostic truths, i mean we get it yeah we entered into a world with death but actually we won't taste it due to reasons and then some more reasons will just happen to detach us from bodily existence and we accrue understanding until totaemic unity at which point we say 'hey i wonder what division is like' and this whole tired process happens again.

i dunno maybe we get completed and sent out as probes to seed the cosmos but i don't even think so to be honest, i think it's just a void with awareness that keeps drifting off into absurdly droll daydreams in which the great possibility matrix [i.e. real matrix not the film sillyness] tirelessly spits out semi-plausible and equally predictable paths from zero to one, or 5+5 to ten.

i mean i'm not saying adopt my strain of madness on this issue but just think about it, just walk around and try to accept everything you see was imagined or dreamed up by you to amuse yourself or satiate some strange desire or fancy or inquisitive part of you... doesn't it kinda make you feel like a bit of a twat? but like all that stuff you think you want, like 'why don't i imagine loads of naked women' try to answer that one, why would you imagine this world - try and console yourself a bit, try and work from the principle that you totally accept you created everything to benefit your own desires now try and kinda unpick what those desires are, why is most the world suffering? why are some bits of tech only so good while others are basically magic?

did you have to make concessions, why? how? to who or what? try and answer these without any escaping into devil myths or other fairy stories, you are the single and sole creator of all things in a totally free and illusionary form of existence - why is it like this?

Buckminster Fuller explains the wheel here, https://youtu.be/tHoIxIpLE4o?t=7128 the minimum amount of spokes needed to make a wire wheel is 12.

It builds up from needing 3 separated by thirds [120 degrees, 2.0944 Radians, etc] this produces a stable structure but then you need another three offset to solve the other dimension - these are then doubled up to add stability to the rim, what's really going on here of course is that the distance between two connecting points [in the case of a three spoked wheel] would too far around the bend of the rim meaning the force is too offset to take advantage of it's structural strength.

In terms of human societies we see similar things, if the path between two points of understanding is far off a direct line then it doesn't have the same coherence or momentum - i think leaning to think about these things from various perspectives might really help us understand scripture. Definitely recommend that 42 hour buckminster fuller marathon i linked part 2 of above, do go back to part one lots of interesting stuff including a great story about Einstein.

We are complex beings, diverse characters occupying a confused physical presence - beyond anything we create our outlook, the knicknacks on the sill behind our eyes, the posters on the walls of our brain, the colours and designs inherent in all our thoughts and perceptions.

I love jebus but he's an angler old so and so, it can be interpreted that there are twelve christ's one for each age and predicament - i'm not saying Dimtri is a Christ, not am i saying he isn't for that matter, i'm saying that to understand the archetypes and have a full council we must comprehend the various shades and hues of human emotion and without Dmitri Shostakovich you're a card short of the deck.

of course as we know there are many other Dmitri Shostakovich's and you're welcome to find your own, but don't mistake him from a Brahms or Grieg though - although you'll want one of them each too, maybe a couple, heck get a whole party going! call it a democratic state and make a flag!

Fill your head or loose it.

It is without a doubt that some of the greatest beauty in the world was played while at least some people were thinking DMITRI NO!!! PLEASE DMITRI, NOT AGAIN DMITRI!!!! and many of the greatest truths in the history of creation were expounded by rabid and wild fools running naked and out of their heads - life is something we must experience to understand and experience as in science means testing limits, means reaching, means exploring, wondering, spontaneous acts of bluesky study...

Sometime you feel bad about who you are, who you were, who you could have been but this is not sensible worries, all that matters is who we can be, who we should be, where we can go and what we can learn - so don't sulk in the district of sin, of easy vice and worry free carnality -- though I must say it is a rather lovely place this time of year and if anyone fancies a walk along the dykes and a chat about the ever-eternal then i'd be delighted...

Step outside your fears and you'll find a whole world of wonderful and fun things, let your passions burn and madness flow though your veins - seek out wonder and newth, seek out odd and interesting things to experiment and explore. This is life.

[note, references are to The Fall by Herman Hesse - listen to the audiobook on youtube it's brilliant]

nature boy style hippies have found something more important to care about than money and social-rank, they exclude themselves from much of modern society in the pursuit of higher more spiritual aims much like the aesthete communities... this often involves valuing psychic experiences [i.e. the emotional reality] over economic success, an object is valued not as an item of trade but by it's intrinsic traits and personal need... As such the risk of not experiencing the world in all it's hues is often seen as a worse fear than the fears of employability, reputation and etc that often stop people experimenting with illicit substances or obscure methods of thought and practice [yoga, meditation and etc for example].

The various strands of hippy idealism have since the early days of peace activism and conscientious objecting flowered into a complex array of social-political groups; The Greens being the most active politically, this widely undervalued global party have been talking legitimate sense for almost two decades now.

The seemingly most ascendant of the movements are the neo-hippies, a blend of natural healing, high technology and academic-spiritualism [i.e. the scripturalist rather than revelatory way to knowledge] this socio-political development stems largely from children of hippies, historical idealism and of course cannabis-culture. A neo-hippy is quite likely to live or have lived in a camper van, micro-dwelling, or squat, will generally be casually ragged in appearance while being in temperament laid back, socially concious and prone to fascinations and fixations with each new idea or experience being rapidly devoured. Politically progressive, deeply lower-left, reformative if not revolutionary but largely uninvolved in the political machinery choosing instead to further more immediate personal or societal aims due to cynicism about the political process and the state of society in general. A lot of neo-hippies are deeply involved in open source, creative commons, indy music and film, woofing, grey, green or black economy living, off-grid homesteading, creative communities and protest groups.

was thinking maybe now i've got the first three chapters of my book written introducing the main character [mary sue up the wazzoo ofc] and his perspective on reality [beautiful madness] i think the next three might be about his socio-political perspective on the world and the core values of the neo-hippy ideology.

problem is i never really listen to the stories in books i just like the words and the characters, absolutely at a loss for a plot. I mean one that hasn't been done to death, there is going to be no romance, no heroic duce ex saving us with violence or cunning, no valour rewarded or sin punished... if i write i want to write for those who do not get written for.

"do you see? of course you don't you're a construct created explicitly not to see - a phantasm for me to bully with sharp thrown thoughts and dangerously idle dreams. I will then explain and you will be forced to listen, to come to understand and to agree - you my imaginary friend might have noticed that i can't hold sensible conversations with fraudulent people, i fear that you might take this personally so please let me allay my own personal worries and say that this absurdity is far more pronounced in conversation with my fellow meatbags. Here come's one now we mush shush my silent companion! quiet just for a moment...

"Hi, yes lovely" "Hello, nice weather" Then as they vanish from range and that last link of human kinship is drawn to breaking and snaps back with a wave of cold, heavy silence I start up my slow internal monologue again. 'The thing about the world is it's all math, but if it was just math then it'd be noise - everything of substance is a stack of systems each more complex than the systems creating it.' I imagined a tall gaunt looking man turn his head an observe me before a soft feminine voice spoke from a serious and somewhat bookish looking face 'but what kind of systems?' I turned and smiled at her then deciding it'd be more artisticly pleasing to place her to my left I turned my head and began to address her in my most eloquent of tones.

'Dearest Elizabeth that's such a wonderfully concise yet open ended topic of digress I must pause to commend your keen sense of discernment, a more cutting question could not be envisaged. There are of course two main types of system and four subtypes of each major systemic unit; this quadratic formulation of entropy within the developing harmonics is hard to categorise in terms of base formula but there are easily identifiable units working at a sub-social level.'

I turned to Gandalf then back to Doctor Elizabeth Fitzgerald, 'i wish i could his character in a better film, any ideas?' I laughed and smiled softly 'of course not, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be rude but of course you only know what i know because you're a subset system of me - this logic that each system can only include the knowledge that exists in the systems below it, though of course not all of it because that would be a paradox loop, not that it doesn't happen but that we can't exist in worlds it does so it's none of our business. We are a load of complex systems balancing other complex systems by being much more complex than them - that is the math of everything we do.

So we're progressing along this path, us in the centre and by us of course I personally mean me and other people might or might not have personal selves but if they do they they're part of the second I but really the second I comes after an infinite series of gradations just like with the number line - zero which is vacuum to I or 1 which is the first us has endless sub-points and divisions which of course creates that ageless tortoise race of half-distances...'

I could feel them both looking at me with rapt expressions attempting to cover immense boredom, it's hard to care about people who you know don't actually exist but also it's hard to be aware of a kind, innocent and friendly faces looking to you and turn them away, and what do these illusionary people want? surely their purpose is to aid in my purpose? as surely as my purpose is to any purpose.

The path ahead of me was long and dusty, to my right the waves tumbled back and forth against the sandy shore and to my left sturdy wooden fences kept show ponies in their idyllic paddocks. I asked Elizabeth if she could balance on the head of one of the horses like in those terrible old carnival shows but she slipped and I felt awful and Gandalf got trampled trying to save her so we had to send him off to see in a burning longship but that just left me and the suddenly incredibly beautiful Elizabeth and the way she got flustered I couldn't help but know what was on her mind as we walked nervously together up the seaward slope of another dirty hillock. 'Systems are interesting things, when you realise that any system is essentially a mechanism constructed from slightly simpler systems and that in this aspect all systems are essentially just a series of semi-logical interactions then we realise there are who other languages that can be derived to talk about it.'
'other languages?' she asked with genuine interest. 'yes, like how we have a set of words for say physical things, a set for maths things, a set for things related to computer networking....' she nodded and I believed wholely that she really did understand 'but even then there are words that don't really fit into any set, words like, uh...' 'like love?' she said turning to me with scarlet cheeks and a piercing gaze. 'yes like love you awful and boring cliché, like love.you know that systematically speaking it's impossible for me to fantasise about a woman that's smarter than me, i mean i can pretend that you're smarter than me but we can't ever have a conversation where you correct me - you're a pathetic fawning moron and it's all my fault.' I laughed and pushed her down to go tumbling towards the waves bouncing and tumbling before finally smashing into pieces on the sharp rocks. Then I stepped forward and sat down on the soft sand where she'd fallen and apologised, she said it was ok but that was it ok if we didn't get Gandalf back because, well... 'Wanna play a game of I have Never? no, good because it'd hurt my head deciding if you'd done all the same things as me or done nothing at all, or if i should just invent things for you in which case i should just invent things for me too because it's much more fun that way. When I play the actual point of the game is to construct the most audacious lie that gets me out the game in ten moves, 'oh shit, well yeah that same day that i was in a foreign country, taking drugs, playing tennis while riding a horse to touch a guys butt as part of a police swat raid... yeah before all that i got my palm read by a gypsy, what a crazy coincidence, are you on a windup? is this a wind up? is it? is it?

Oh who cares, we can't fuck so let's just talk some more about systemics....

[this is the first bit of chapter three of that book i mentioned once or twice][remember chapter one he was on the train? chapter two he was walking down a path, i don't think i actually posted that anywhere so unless you're from the future you probably don't remember but as i prefer people from the future frankly you guys are the ones that really matter to me.]]

everything is a code to us, every situation a series of values and we try to solve them so as to open the door - each journalist for example is trying to crack the code of the big story to pass through to the next level of their career and thus writing tabloid shit or generic dross seems acceptable to them, they're not the bigger picture they're just trying to open one door, and each story is a safe they're trying to crack and each line in the story it's own safe...

it'd be nice to say we open safes looking for gems, maybe we do - gems if you remember are the compressed wisdom or understanding of vast and complex ages - same as how it took millennia then catastrophe, then millennia then some more catastrophe to form the things we know as precious stones so knowledge is baked and folded over the ages and great immortal gems are formed - ideas which we wear as pride, as hope, as defiance. I think it's somewhat more complex though, we are compelled to find gems and crack safes so as to reach some broader more mystical enlightenment, i guess really that is the human condition to seek without knowing what one seeks and to carry things we know not their worth.

I guess in a way it really is the case each node is a safe we much crack and inside may or may nor contain a gem... like deal or no deal but without noel edmunds, well with noel but he's in a safe ain't no one going to open... ITV.

[oh and yeah sorry that was a very obscure joke considering scripture is supposed to be timeless, if you have no idea what it's about then just be glad of that fact - we don't have time to open all the safes, thus we must use discernment and this is where it gets complex, what kind of safe is most likely to include real riches? certainly not a gaudy one like ITV.

real gems hide in the dark corners of battered and well hidden safes, behind complex codes and significant tasks.

If ye seek riches of the mind then seek not from those trying to pass off plastic as priceless, rather seek out the wise mountain's deep caverns, seek out long dead hero's and battle worn fighters - the journey of the mind is more daspering than any D&D or RPG, it is the very highest realm of wonder in which you can wander errant as a childe or knight.

It was quick, we were only just saying how great people that murder and kill for what they believe in are but now apparently we can't imagine what would make someone do such a thing....

Isn't it time we kinda accept that violence is not the answer and try something else? That glorifying war while ignoring and deriding those that build for peace is nothing but folly?

Blame Islam, Blame Tutonism, Blame Franco-Catholic conspiracies or whatever suits the enemy of the day but it's the ideology of violence you're glorifying if you set about to oppose them with force, if you intend to win the great-game of empire and statecraft which has for so long hobbled the world and all us people, which for so long has cowed us and controlled us with that most imposing fear of ourselves reflected.

Bombs have never worked and will never work, they won't work for us and they won't work for them - bombs destroy but never build, bombs ruin but never create. We think we can level the world and build afresh? what would we build, a world of violence and conflict? a world of bombs and missiles? We don't need to destroy, we need to build - To build love, build hope, build a better world for everyone.

You're more than welcome to come here and be the only person that votes on any of my posts in the subreddit i made, if anything i'm glad you're here being exposed to novel opinions.

I just kinda feel like you never commenting is, well, i dunno actually i really don't know but i want to.

Are you scared for some reason? maybe you don't want to get your main account involved? that's the only reason i can think of, you probably stalk me enough to know i have quiet a few alts that i use for various purposes [perspective shifting, keeping my frontpage clean, corralling fetishes and interests, control group in studies, etc, etc] It's very easy to set up an alt, the admins don't mind at all as long as you don't multivote or brigade yourself like that jackdaw weirdo did. You should make an alt account that's not linked to your main and let me know what you hate about me, downvoting does basically nothing here as no one else posts and i'm mostly writing for myself anyway - i can only assume you're trying to hurt my feelings? which is kinda pointless as, if you've read as much as you downvote you'll know, i suffer from chronic depression - you really think you can make be feel bad about something? that's like putting your hand in front of a blind persons eyes and saying 'guess who?'

but actually when i do see you downvote i do feel a bit sad, i kinda feel like there's a soul out there, a seeker, someone that is lost and alone and lashing out at the weakest, most pointless target they can find - i mean honestly, you want to make my day worse? i'm an impoverished manual labourer with mental health issues, about the only thing that gives me any pleasure in life is the distraction and fantasy accorded by an in-depth study of scripture, theology and metaphysics -- trying to push me over is like going into the critical ward of a hospital and trying to fight people, ain't going to impress no one.

but i'm not saying this to discourage you, if anything i'm saying try harder - you needn't be worried about what you say to me, you needn't worry about anything like that - just say whats on your mind and be done with it.

And yes, i use words well and will without a doubt respond to you but that shouldn't afear you, if anything it should gladden you - you want to cause some effect in the world and this is a way of doing that, causing me to put down my much loved texts or pause my librivox audiobook [all in the public domain, lots of brilliant titles] and address you personally, address your criticisms and attacks on my theology or personality - that's some power you have there, much more than a simple downvote [although yes, i realise writing a long essay about downvoting kinda defies the point i'm making, such is life]

[and yes i realise a short post on reddit is very different to a long essay]

I certainly won't try to use my verbosity to discredit your opinion if your style of speech is more taciturn, clipped or ruddy - i strongly believe that the most base and vulgar tounged statements are as worth as those made in perfect latine, i promise only to argue against the points you raise not against your way of raising them.

So come, let out whatever it is that angers you - say whatever it is you really feel.

ah the future, yes that is my domain but godhead? only if all my plans fail, you see i fear not insignificance rather i fear culpability -- i will have no armies in my name, no flags raised for my glory.

I do not disagree with Jesus or the apostles, he came to bring a sword but i offer only a tear; the circle rotates and stage follows stage. a house can not be built without first foundations least it slip into the mire likewise so a person can not come into being without passing through all the stages.

If people think jesus's theology was brutal and harsh then they haven't even began to understand mine - i offer not a judgement, i come to give judgement; to offer each and all salvation through sorrow, to unlock that seal which has bound humanity for so long.

John said their were seven seals, seven candles - so cometh the light and so falleth away the seal; so falleth the ke,y so closeth the lock.

As Jesus said 'i am the son of man' and so it is, so all humanity flows through me and so every sadness flows through me - what whip is sharper than compassion? what wall more everlasting than love?

and lo, see the spirit rise! see that soaring screeching awareness come, hear that warbling tremalo blaste of the trumpet of truth! See that mighty river of sorrow, see the tears of a thousand generations flowing salty as the brine - see it cascading down tumbling falls, see it swirling round sharp bends, twisting over rapids, see it sweep away multitudes, see the corpses thick as the foam - see it and weep, see it and know sorrow, know guilt, know the hunger for death without glory.

What is it to be rich? it is to have considerably more of something than most people, what is it to be glorious then but to have considerably more of some something? Paul knew it, he knew we suffer for salvation sake - but maybe what he and so many of his fold had yet to see is there is amid the multitudes one poor pathetic creature that most deserves your pity, that all important I of the self, that which looks outward with such clear and compassionate eyes must too see the panes before them, the glass in their eye, the sliver in their heart which pains so but we which dare not show.

I say that only an act of supreme kindness and charity to oneself is an act worthy of the holy, for would you whip gods flesh? would you torment his children with whips and steels? would you make great efforts to cause his creations to suffer? and are you not his creation, his son, an extenuation of his very self?

To love the world is to love oneself, to honour and obey oneself, to cherish and protect oneself. This is why i can not die, not of my own command or will, for i am part of the vastness of the universe and to bring joy to all i must first start with what is closest and most actionable.

How could i make my mother joyed by being in sorrow? how could i make my society glad and good if it's member who i can most effect is naught more than my victim?! As John Dunn said, we are catholic [old meaning: universal, all the same] and the loss of any is the lost of the all. Ask not for whome the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

yet do i bring cruelty? barbarism? hatred? NEVER! for as paul said, once we saw through a misted pane and soon we will see clearly as if face to face, indeed such virtue as is charity are seen ever clearer to be the higest virtue [old meaning of charity: love, respect, good treatment, help when it's needed with nothing wanted in return but that the receiver should benefit from it]. Would it make your most inner core happy to know that the being you are is causing another being sadness? how could it? would you want to be wretch that lives only in darkness and brings nothing but suffering? the glory of the self is that deep knowing that we are a being of light, of charity and joy.

Go my beautiful friend, go be free - free to be whatever you can be in good confidence and gladness true. Know that i want you to feel the joy of the world, that the universe made you to explore and enjoy it's endless wonders and beautiful seas. Let love be your guide, let hope and charity and joy fill you and fuel you, be the machine of loving grace you were born to be, be the joy of the world, the smile on the lips of the universe.

aye, for to understand true sorrow is to understand true joy - everyone is suffering incarnate, everyone is joy eternal. Take pride in being good, take joy in being kind - be not for anyone else but your own personal joy, your own personal salvation.

So go my blessed brother, let yourself down from the cross of self-righteous suffering and dance, dance with the universe, dance will all creation, with all the goodness and joy that will and had been.

I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth,

Dance, Dance, dance wherever you be, i am the lord of the dance said he.

if anyone doesn't know it

we might need an updated version for autodidactic time travel pragmatism but if we do then it better contain the line 'it's hard to dance with the devil on your back' and better be no one getting rid of the old version or i'll be sad ;)

The Great Deceivers, When Faith and Fanaticism are a cover for Greed;

• House Arron and The Egyptian meat swindle; herein we look at the archaeological evidence from Egypt where bones of all the good bits of meat was found in the temple bins and compare it with House Arron's complex tent-of-the-lord sacrifice system, which later became the tithes we know so well...

• Paul the Apostle who seems to spend most his time walking around collecting money... We look at Paul's money collecting adventures in the early church..

-Assisi; not sure whats up with this but it seems suspect to me... established the Franciscan order by talking to birds? talked wolves into vegetarianism by telling them about christ? no.

-The Jesuit Order - ostensibly about setting up schools they've been involved in pretty much every plot and double-dealing since their inception, i talk about this here - https://www.reddit.com/r/DebateReligion/comments/3fcbwa/its_the_day_of_ignatius_of_loyola_founder_of_the/ but there's plenty more, after it's inception it only got more suspect....

us - ostensibly mad but actually working to undermine the very structure of humanity...

i might update this later, i might forget about it.

So... the dawn breaks, everyone can sense it and all the angels and devils do dance so. It is here now, Aurora's crown the horizon has peeked and a new day is begun...

Yet the true story is deeper, the sun that rises is no more real that the sun that sets - you see those that see the setting sun and those that see the risen sun are both fooled by physics; the suns rays are bent by the atmosphere of the earth causing a diffraction so that there are two points on the earth which though not directly in line with the sun see it still sitting languidly on the horizon - these two spots of facility equidistant around the earth's curve, one thinking it be later the other sooner; such is so often the truth of life.

We that on the mountain stood tomorrow see, those that recline in the victories of battles won think there's still a few moments to come...

this is why sometimes you meet some one and they seem to be on a totally different page to you, it's diffraction of time through socioatmospherics.