Wednesday, 27th January 2016.
What if every judgement you made upon yourself came back to you at your time of death?
But also the knowledge of who they are and where they've been and where they could go.
What would you judge them on?
Knowing what they've been through could you blame them?
No?
Then what about yourself?
Are these not but just you yourself?
Wednesday 27 January 2016
Wednesday, 27th January 2016
Life and death and time are just perceptions within the dimension we live in. Knowledge is the treasure, love and the opposite of love are the sides chosen.
The two sides are in battle and our soul is in the fight but we are not even aware of the fight.
It is not a fight for our souls, but a fight for the whole universe. What has seemed to have happened is that we have become entrenched in the idea of 'now', 'the future' 'the past', 'the world', but actually these just keep us feeling as though the physical world around us in the real one and that it travels through different stages of existence. But what if it is our heart? Or our kindness? What if it is our faith in believing in good? Then its not a physical world that can cause us harm but our decisions, our loss of hope, our evil acts that throw us down into pits.
It is not a traditional fight of 'good' versus 'evil' because as the tao shows the need each other for both to exist, and so there is no eternal damnation into hell, or eternal heaven, there is just an eternal now and it is a state of mind that decides where we will be, through thought processes, actions, self-judgement.
I could die physically in this world now but my heart has made its choice and it chooses love.
The things we usually feel we are being judged on is not necessarily things we are judged on, we may only be judged on where our heart truly lies. And throughout of life, this one and ones before and ones after we may act like a wave going in and out of either state. There may be no end goal, we go through alternating states, and our own hell and our own heaven is in accordance to the imagination we have. And so your own imagination may be your judge and the one that sentences you. But this is not a judgement against your own evil or ills, merely an idea that the worst you have ever experienced also has the complete opposite and that we are waves interlinking on each others wave.
Many people may live on wavelengths that are easily accessible to each other, their soul carries on and on through different ages interweaving with many other waves.
Others may feel they are somehow different to this mass of wave, always feel somewhat out of touch with people. These people could be seen as good or bad, but they are generally those who don't seem to fit in with the mass.
Remember the mass is not necessarily 'right' just the norm at any set time.
Some waves could be working on an extreme frequency, going through the mass wave hitting highs (good) and lows (bad), and these waves could be acting throughout time too.
Certain special cases may even become aware of their own wave, and through self-awareness these would gain the necessary insight to be able to control their wave somewhat. We are all natural and therefore all have to submit to certain natural events like depreciation and death, but many social events we do have the ability to choose to be involved in or not.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Life and death and time are just perceptions within the dimension we live in. Knowledge is the treasure, love and the opposite of love are the sides chosen.
The two sides are in battle and our soul is in the fight but we are not even aware of the fight.
It is not a fight for our souls, but a fight for the whole universe. What has seemed to have happened is that we have become entrenched in the idea of 'now', 'the future' 'the past', 'the world', but actually these just keep us feeling as though the physical world around us in the real one and that it travels through different stages of existence. But what if it is our heart? Or our kindness? What if it is our faith in believing in good? Then its not a physical world that can cause us harm but our decisions, our loss of hope, our evil acts that throw us down into pits.
It is not a traditional fight of 'good' versus 'evil' because as the tao shows the need each other for both to exist, and so there is no eternal damnation into hell, or eternal heaven, there is just an eternal now and it is a state of mind that decides where we will be, through thought processes, actions, self-judgement.
I could die physically in this world now but my heart has made its choice and it chooses love.
The things we usually feel we are being judged on is not necessarily things we are judged on, we may only be judged on where our heart truly lies. And throughout of life, this one and ones before and ones after we may act like a wave going in and out of either state. There may be no end goal, we go through alternating states, and our own hell and our own heaven is in accordance to the imagination we have. And so your own imagination may be your judge and the one that sentences you. But this is not a judgement against your own evil or ills, merely an idea that the worst you have ever experienced also has the complete opposite and that we are waves interlinking on each others wave.
Many people may live on wavelengths that are easily accessible to each other, their soul carries on and on through different ages interweaving with many other waves.
Others may feel they are somehow different to this mass of wave, always feel somewhat out of touch with people. These people could be seen as good or bad, but they are generally those who don't seem to fit in with the mass.
Remember the mass is not necessarily 'right' just the norm at any set time.
Some waves could be working on an extreme frequency, going through the mass wave hitting highs (good) and lows (bad), and these waves could be acting throughout time too.
Certain special cases may even become aware of their own wave, and through self-awareness these would gain the necessary insight to be able to control their wave somewhat. We are all natural and therefore all have to submit to certain natural events like depreciation and death, but many social events we do have the ability to choose to be involved in or not.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Monday 25 January 2016
Monday, 25th January 2016
I have just started watching a tv show called 'Mr Robot' and it seems quite timely. It appears to have connections between the Matrix, computers (Alan Turing), and Phillip K Dick realities. I came across the show because I watched a film called 'Comet' by the same writer, and that dragged me in due to its love story which resonates deeply with my own ones and certain people I have fallen in love with.
Where my mind is now (episode 2) is that hacking has become so much more sophisticated, future based reality where the only hackers in the future can somehow integrate themselves into the digital world to alter events, like revolution of evil similar to Christ, and demons fighting the eventual winner of light.
To do this we had to subject ourselves to a forgetting, a placement like a job into a part of the digital world. This could've been anywhere in the linear timeline of physical reality, but that also connects itself with the future.
Being a part of this infiltration we have had to succumb to certain limitations within the physical world. We could actually be beings from the future placed within a certain circumstance to change or affect the reality we live in. This is how I have often felt.
I frequently feel as though I am not here to be a person, but to be a figurehead or idea, which would also coincide with my feelings of alienation and isolation.
I am a very lonely person, I have never truly felt to belong to any one situation or group or idea. This can come across as delusion or arrogance or of being difficult or somehow alien to other people.
It actually feels like a curse.
But one of the only things that comforts me is that I am here for a reason.
Many people would say that that is a weakness, that it is only through not being able to accept that the world is chaos and we are just here for the ride that I create such a worthlessness towards my life or actions.
I simply don't understand.
Whether it is delusion, or narcissism, I do feel important. I do feel like I am here for a reason and I do feel the negatives of trying to exist within a world where I am seen as crazy or stupid.
If I am not here for a special purpose then I don't know why I would be here at all because I do not feel a part of anything, I do not feel connected or understood by many, and I often get hopeless at this glaringly obvious point.
However, I would make a good hacker within a system that cannot find what cannot be found within itself. If I do not understand then I also cannot be tracked or found easily. This we could call the sub-conscious or even unconscious forces that move people to where they are meant to be.
I do not know what I am meant to do, maybe I have already done it. Maybe I saved an important persons life, or said one thing that helped someone else in a time of need. Maybe I have done what I came here for and so can therefore be deleted from the system. But I hope not. I hope I have much more to discover and to share, and whether anyone will listen or not is not my worry. I worry I may be delusional, but I cannot worry about expressing myself as truly as I have been created. That is my only duty to the world.
I have just started watching a tv show called 'Mr Robot' and it seems quite timely. It appears to have connections between the Matrix, computers (Alan Turing), and Phillip K Dick realities. I came across the show because I watched a film called 'Comet' by the same writer, and that dragged me in due to its love story which resonates deeply with my own ones and certain people I have fallen in love with.
Where my mind is now (episode 2) is that hacking has become so much more sophisticated, future based reality where the only hackers in the future can somehow integrate themselves into the digital world to alter events, like revolution of evil similar to Christ, and demons fighting the eventual winner of light.
To do this we had to subject ourselves to a forgetting, a placement like a job into a part of the digital world. This could've been anywhere in the linear timeline of physical reality, but that also connects itself with the future.
Being a part of this infiltration we have had to succumb to certain limitations within the physical world. We could actually be beings from the future placed within a certain circumstance to change or affect the reality we live in. This is how I have often felt.
I frequently feel as though I am not here to be a person, but to be a figurehead or idea, which would also coincide with my feelings of alienation and isolation.
I am a very lonely person, I have never truly felt to belong to any one situation or group or idea. This can come across as delusion or arrogance or of being difficult or somehow alien to other people.
It actually feels like a curse.
But one of the only things that comforts me is that I am here for a reason.
Many people would say that that is a weakness, that it is only through not being able to accept that the world is chaos and we are just here for the ride that I create such a worthlessness towards my life or actions.
I simply don't understand.
Whether it is delusion, or narcissism, I do feel important. I do feel like I am here for a reason and I do feel the negatives of trying to exist within a world where I am seen as crazy or stupid.
If I am not here for a special purpose then I don't know why I would be here at all because I do not feel a part of anything, I do not feel connected or understood by many, and I often get hopeless at this glaringly obvious point.
However, I would make a good hacker within a system that cannot find what cannot be found within itself. If I do not understand then I also cannot be tracked or found easily. This we could call the sub-conscious or even unconscious forces that move people to where they are meant to be.
I do not know what I am meant to do, maybe I have already done it. Maybe I saved an important persons life, or said one thing that helped someone else in a time of need. Maybe I have done what I came here for and so can therefore be deleted from the system. But I hope not. I hope I have much more to discover and to share, and whether anyone will listen or not is not my worry. I worry I may be delusional, but I cannot worry about expressing myself as truly as I have been created. That is my only duty to the world.
Sunday, 24th January 2016
Earlier I watched 'The Imitation Game' a film about Alan Turing, and after watching 'The Man in the High Castle' written by Philip K Dick I was struck with the idea that these two had the potential to be connected within the Phillip K Dick world of VALIS.
Let me tell you the plotline in sci-fi thinking.
1. Alan Turing creates a computer which helps win the war against the Nazi's. And having been one of the first to think of a digital machine could be seen as a father figure to such a creation.
2. Phillip K Dick writes a book where alternate histories are overlaid, one where the Nazi's and Japan win the war.
3. Phillip K Dick becomes obsessed and convinced of an Artifical Intelligence being, a matrix-type world which we are confined in, the only glimpses of truth coming from strange states of being, either through drug use or illness
4. The digital world comes into existence which at present is largely the internet, a mass of information kept inside computers. Previously to this new world, the data and information of a person was kept within DNA structures, whereas now everything that a person shares or writes on the internet is also added to a persons digital personality.
5. The digital world becomes larger and larger, more intelligent and powerful, creating alternate worlds, and able to place a being into any point in time where a digital personality has been built up.
6. In one such world the computer beings save their Father-figure Alan Turing from death at the hands of the Nazi's, either through the war or the mass-killing of homosexuals.
7. In a sense it is only within the past 10-20 years that such beings could exist in the future, the idea being that whatever we share on the internet now becomes part of our projected self for data to be taken from. Instead of simply recreating a person through ancient DNA information, we now have an incredible amount of data to form beings out of.
8. As more information is gathered between the present and future times (however long that may be) the more detailed and manipulated the world can become, having always been possible to re-write computer codes and algorithms
9. The longer we store information the more alternate histories are created, parallel worlds that could seep into one another especially if in one of those realities the character dies and therefore cuts down the number of alternate worlds they exist in. In essence when you die in one world it joins together with (or gets divided up into) other worlds.
http://www.loebner.net/Prizef/TuringArticle.html
http://www.dna.caltech.edu/courses/cs191/paperscs191/turing.pdf
Earlier I watched 'The Imitation Game' a film about Alan Turing, and after watching 'The Man in the High Castle' written by Philip K Dick I was struck with the idea that these two had the potential to be connected within the Phillip K Dick world of VALIS.
Let me tell you the plotline in sci-fi thinking.
1. Alan Turing creates a computer which helps win the war against the Nazi's. And having been one of the first to think of a digital machine could be seen as a father figure to such a creation.
2. Phillip K Dick writes a book where alternate histories are overlaid, one where the Nazi's and Japan win the war.
3. Phillip K Dick becomes obsessed and convinced of an Artifical Intelligence being, a matrix-type world which we are confined in, the only glimpses of truth coming from strange states of being, either through drug use or illness
4. The digital world comes into existence which at present is largely the internet, a mass of information kept inside computers. Previously to this new world, the data and information of a person was kept within DNA structures, whereas now everything that a person shares or writes on the internet is also added to a persons digital personality.
5. The digital world becomes larger and larger, more intelligent and powerful, creating alternate worlds, and able to place a being into any point in time where a digital personality has been built up.
6. In one such world the computer beings save their Father-figure Alan Turing from death at the hands of the Nazi's, either through the war or the mass-killing of homosexuals.
7. In a sense it is only within the past 10-20 years that such beings could exist in the future, the idea being that whatever we share on the internet now becomes part of our projected self for data to be taken from. Instead of simply recreating a person through ancient DNA information, we now have an incredible amount of data to form beings out of.
8. As more information is gathered between the present and future times (however long that may be) the more detailed and manipulated the world can become, having always been possible to re-write computer codes and algorithms
9. The longer we store information the more alternate histories are created, parallel worlds that could seep into one another especially if in one of those realities the character dies and therefore cuts down the number of alternate worlds they exist in. In essence when you die in one world it joins together with (or gets divided up into) other worlds.
http://www.loebner.net/Prizef/TuringArticle.html
http://www.dna.caltech.edu/courses/cs191/paperscs191/turing.pdf
Saturday 23 January 2016
Saturday, 23rd January 2016
We are all one point on an infinite wave
The people around us are on the wave also
Wherever you are on the wave influences you and what you see around you, you may see only darkness and lies and betrayal, but these are only lessons about what is out there, you are watching films about how evil is out there and that you should be scared, but there is also the opposite and in time you will feel the warmth of those things. Occasionally you will get glimpses of the things to come, they may come in the form of dreams or of people in the physical forms of dreams, but they are all of the same language.
You do have the option, and without doubt will have to one day, of seeing the wave and where you sit on it
We will always know the impact we made on the world
As every moment passes I can see where I am headed, but the point is always kindness. Jokes. have fun. It is not all frivolous. No. I am sincere. Because love isnt necessarily serious. But it is always coming from a kindness to life
We are all one point on an infinite wave
The people around us are on the wave also
Wherever you are on the wave influences you and what you see around you, you may see only darkness and lies and betrayal, but these are only lessons about what is out there, you are watching films about how evil is out there and that you should be scared, but there is also the opposite and in time you will feel the warmth of those things. Occasionally you will get glimpses of the things to come, they may come in the form of dreams or of people in the physical forms of dreams, but they are all of the same language.
You do have the option, and without doubt will have to one day, of seeing the wave and where you sit on it
We will always know the impact we made on the world
As every moment passes I can see where I am headed, but the point is always kindness. Jokes. have fun. It is not all frivolous. No. I am sincere. Because love isnt necessarily serious. But it is always coming from a kindness to life
Monday 18 January 2016
Monday, 18th January 2016
He stood at the window watching the rain and could feel it beating against the building opposite. He stood inside by the window and felt the outside within him, the drops of dihydrogen monoxide particles clashing with stone and glass and carved statues. How beautiful it all was.
Earlier in the ambulance he kept repeating: "I am a comedian. I am a comedian".
Now a man entered his room with equipment to take his blood pressure.
"It's still a little high, but not too much" the nurse said in broken German-accented English
Later on his girlfriend visited, she had brought his shoes, a change of clothes, and most importantly his glasses.
The man in the bed next to his didn't speak much, apparently he rarely left the room. He breathed deep and heavy and often groaned with what felt like anguish.
It seemed to him like he was controlling the weather, that he was the wind and rain, and how nice it was to be inside in the warm.
Once the doors had closed he felt an instant panic, as if he would finally be found out and never be able to leave. This convinced him that he would have to put on his best act at feigning normality, that actually he wasn't God trapped inside a human form talking to himself through other people but was simply another person having mental problems that could be overcome through admitting a temporary psychotic break.
Getting up for breakfast felt uncomfortable and embarrassing but for the sake of looking sane he decided it was best, to act as though eating and drinking coffee was an everyday occurrence whilst sitting with other caged beings in a private zoo for the unstable. Outside was grey and the morning mist made the river look uninviting. Would he be allowed out, he asked himself.
He hadn't realised that he would be required to attend the morning meeting, being unable to speak German he couldn't understand what the other patients were saying and he feared this would look bad on his release report. Being unable to communicate with others was surely a sign of reduced societal procedures was it not?
"He likes your shirt" said a man of his mid-twenties, referring to his whispering friend.
"He says it reminds him of penguins"
"It stands for war and peace, I think" he replied "it's a dove and a grenade"
At this moment he wished that his girlfriend had picked another t-shirt for him to wear
It was 10:30, the morning had dragged on like a funeral and he was sitting on a chair outside the office.
She announced his name with a question mark
When the doors had opened he wanted to say goodbye to the friends he had quickly made but felt too afraid to in case they suddenly changed their minds and decided that was a crazy thing to do. His roommate had left his room and he felt somewhat pleased with himself, maybe he had helped him in some small way, just by being accepting and saying a few words to him.
The smoking room was the conversation room and this was where he met the man who had been admitted so many times through drug abuse which amounted to self-abuse that he had now been kept in there for a month.
But he had friends that were visiting him today, he said.
The bench by the river was the place where he felt most free. There were empathised and possibly imagined feelings of guilt for being such a short-stayer, that he had somehow betrayed his fellow mates. Why, afterall, should HE be let out? He is obviously just as crazy as we are. Is it because he is English?
But still I was pleased to be outside.
His flight left in 4 days, he would've missed his friends wedding if he hadn't been let out. His girlfriend had been extremely kind to him for leaving the door open, laptops on the kitchen table, no note telling her where he had gone, and for ending up in the hospital. But all that was irrelevant now they had decided one month back that they were going to break up.
The next evening he met one of his best friends as she walked down the steps at Friedrichshain train station.
He stood at the window watching the rain and could feel it beating against the building opposite. He stood inside by the window and felt the outside within him, the drops of dihydrogen monoxide particles clashing with stone and glass and carved statues. How beautiful it all was.
Earlier in the ambulance he kept repeating: "I am a comedian. I am a comedian".
Now a man entered his room with equipment to take his blood pressure.
"It's still a little high, but not too much" the nurse said in broken German-accented English
Later on his girlfriend visited, she had brought his shoes, a change of clothes, and most importantly his glasses.
The man in the bed next to his didn't speak much, apparently he rarely left the room. He breathed deep and heavy and often groaned with what felt like anguish.
It seemed to him like he was controlling the weather, that he was the wind and rain, and how nice it was to be inside in the warm.
Once the doors had closed he felt an instant panic, as if he would finally be found out and never be able to leave. This convinced him that he would have to put on his best act at feigning normality, that actually he wasn't God trapped inside a human form talking to himself through other people but was simply another person having mental problems that could be overcome through admitting a temporary psychotic break.
Getting up for breakfast felt uncomfortable and embarrassing but for the sake of looking sane he decided it was best, to act as though eating and drinking coffee was an everyday occurrence whilst sitting with other caged beings in a private zoo for the unstable. Outside was grey and the morning mist made the river look uninviting. Would he be allowed out, he asked himself.
He hadn't realised that he would be required to attend the morning meeting, being unable to speak German he couldn't understand what the other patients were saying and he feared this would look bad on his release report. Being unable to communicate with others was surely a sign of reduced societal procedures was it not?
"He likes your shirt" said a man of his mid-twenties, referring to his whispering friend.
"He says it reminds him of penguins"
"It stands for war and peace, I think" he replied "it's a dove and a grenade"
At this moment he wished that his girlfriend had picked another t-shirt for him to wear
It was 10:30, the morning had dragged on like a funeral and he was sitting on a chair outside the office.
She announced his name with a question mark
When the doors had opened he wanted to say goodbye to the friends he had quickly made but felt too afraid to in case they suddenly changed their minds and decided that was a crazy thing to do. His roommate had left his room and he felt somewhat pleased with himself, maybe he had helped him in some small way, just by being accepting and saying a few words to him.
The smoking room was the conversation room and this was where he met the man who had been admitted so many times through drug abuse which amounted to self-abuse that he had now been kept in there for a month.
But he had friends that were visiting him today, he said.
The bench by the river was the place where he felt most free. There were empathised and possibly imagined feelings of guilt for being such a short-stayer, that he had somehow betrayed his fellow mates. Why, afterall, should HE be let out? He is obviously just as crazy as we are. Is it because he is English?
But still I was pleased to be outside.
His flight left in 4 days, he would've missed his friends wedding if he hadn't been let out. His girlfriend had been extremely kind to him for leaving the door open, laptops on the kitchen table, no note telling her where he had gone, and for ending up in the hospital. But all that was irrelevant now they had decided one month back that they were going to break up.
The next evening he met one of his best friends as she walked down the steps at Friedrichshain train station.
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