Yes, 99...... 2

First topic message reminder :

It looks like we’re running up,against the 40 page allotment from the last thread......

And I’m still with Tulsi, unless there is a better suggestion......

Well, our next chapter has begun then Dan.

As I was getting off the phone with you I felt clearly “O Captain, My Captain!”

Now I didn’t remember the rest of the poem, but I think if you read Whitman here, it aligns almost exactly with your little request.

That is something how that works isn’t it.

It comes exactly when it comes how it comes.

Here is the opening of the ritual.

I’d like you to read it out loud to the sun and moon.

Today I shall read this to the sun.

Tonight, I shall read it to the moon.

Then we will be in it good.

...

“O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
     But O heart! heart! heart!
           O the bleeding drops of red,
                 Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                       Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
     Here captain! dear father!
           This arm beneath your head;
                 It is some dream that on the deck,
                       You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
     Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
           But I, with mournful tread,
                 Walk the deck my captain lies,
                       Fallen cold and dead.”

Then I will deliver your line at the end.

We may awaken something.

I hope not the Kraken.

Maybe he sees his Captain dead and realizes he is now the Captain.

Terrifying thought.

Ok,

Something like that..........

That will be good enough for gummint work....... I’m sure.

All we need is that poppy seed.......

We have reached the critical mass...... it’s time to remove the last control rod........

The Lord said: I am Time, the mighty force which destroys everything, fully Manifesting Myself, I am here engaged in destroying the worlds. Even without you, none of the warriors arrayed in the enemy ranks shall survive.

Cancer or chrysalis......... soon we shall know......
..........

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

But you do not see, nor do you hear, and it is well. The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it, And the clay that fills your ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it. And you shall see. And you shall hear. Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things, And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.

The wind blows, and restless are the sails; Even the rudder begs direction; Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence. And these my mariners, who have heard the choir of the greater sea, they too have heard me patiently. Now they shall wait no longer. I am ready. The stream has reached the sea, and once more the great mother holds her son against her breast.

.

Amusing

I delivered the message to the Sun today Dan about the arrival.

Maybe I reached the event horizon.

The Sun was closest today than any other day.

It was hotter today than any other day.

I’ll whisper it to the moon tonight.

Might as well cover all bases if we have at least a poppie seed worth of faith between us.

Hail Mary...going deep...

I got an echo back...

The moonlit pool of the universal soul retains all memory

The universal soul renews the inspired quest

There is a tiny boat here shaped like the new moon

It must be Michael’s

There is a great stone cauldron where water comes up

This is the beginning of the stream and it feeds

The swan and deer here

The boat is also a cup

The waters of life retain the ancient wisdom ready for reawakening

Now in my process and filter Dan, that’s what we call a HIT...POW! BAM!

Now...to the Moon!

This may mean also to let the emotions free.

Holy Chapel Perilous SHIT!!!!

I had not read the quotes you added to your post.

I had another echo back before the cauldron, stream, deer and moon.

The Queen of Clouds

Whoaaaaa

I am in the center of the Temple.

I can see it right here.

You posted about the veil of of clouds, that is the Queen!

She is the veil!

She can lift and drop it as she likes.

That makes sense somehow.

How do you post about the veil and i find the queen?

BAM!

Without awareness all morality is useless it says.

IT says rather than cutting the leaves and branches, cut the root.

There is only one way to cut the root.

Pay attention.

The queen is stiff and her mind cant flow here, she sees it all black and white, like the jewel around her neck.

Only when the mind has met the heart can we see life as it is.

Two hits from two totally different sources entwined back into your quotes, like two snakes intertwining.

I saw the beginning of the stream and then you described where it emptied into before I wrote it.

Is that possible?

A total random dowsing of the echo.

I don’t know what, but something is playing here.

I only have a poppie seed amount of faith to maintain the connection.

It seems to be more than enough.

The stream has reached the sea, and once more the great mother holds her son against her breast.

Who are you Dan?

It would be nice to see and hear clearly.

That’s how I have always wanted it, raw, as it is, give it to me.

POW!

And I was just about to add these........

But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer. Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children. And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

The Prophet is the one book I can remember my mother giving me.  

Of course, it is the favorite of the Princess.

Five Kuwaiti Bedouin cousin/students moved into the vacant house across the street, by way of West (by god) Virginia, with their finely tuned GT Stingers.  They would have 25 of their favorite cousins for Ramadan. When Debbie wasn’t around, I would visit...... to talk philosophy.  One was a budding poet.  That’s why I had Rumi on the iPad....... just in case you were wondering.  They were evicted three days ago, not having paid the rent....... Omar remains in Towson.

Hail, Mary............

Prepare the wedding feast.......



(cont........)

They were evicted three days ago, not having paid the rent ...

And is humanity is about to be evicted for not having paid the piper? ...



[Pet peeve alert: Kit Green writing "thankyou" as a single word and the way Dan uses ellipses:

How Many Dots Does an Ellipsis Have?

Authorities agree that an ellipsis should consist of exactly three consecutive dots placed together on the same line, but the prescribed spacing varies from guide to guide. According to the AP Stylebook, which is used by most journalistic publications and by BKA for our SEO content, you should treat an ellipsis as a three-letter word consisting of three periods with no spaces in between. Spaces should only be inserted before or after the ellipsis as necessary to separate it from other words.]

How Can the Universe Not Have a Beginning? | Roger Penrose

.....  an ellipsis has three dots..... let me think about that.......  

No one has a theory about the unknown aerial phenomena....... wait I have a theory...... no phenomenon is a real phenomenon unless it is an observed phenomenon.  

Then just ask yourself....... who is Wigner’s friend?  

It’s all part of the cosmic Bootstrap....... Eternal Golden Braid.....

And, do keep in mind, observing is perceiving...... is knowing.  

An unknown phenomenon is an oxymoron...... on some cosmic level.  We’re just not quite at that pay grade, yet.

And I’ll tell you one thing, sports fans...... Charlie D ain’t gonna get you there.  

If you want to bump up your salary, go find a portal.  

There’s one on every street corner.  If not, one’ll be opening soon.  


I don’t know about you, Gary, but Roger’s Eternal universe sure looks like a toroid to me..... a CTC..... with an indeterminate scale factor...... conformal, as he says.  I’ve got a scale factor for you Roger...... try 6,000 years..... stick that in your computer, Roger.  

Or, Roger, you might just ask Wigner’s friend.

By the way, there seems to be an overlap between Wigner’s problem with the quantum and Bayes’ problem with statistics.  Both struggle with objectivity v subjectivity.  I cleave the knot with inter subjectivity, ie. God.  

Does this tell us anything about the conformality of quantum scales?  

In other words, sports fans, quantum phenomena are the rule of the road....... but too many of us quantum cooks keep that pot from boiling...... if you don’t mind me mixing your metaphors..... a Metaphor is just a moving van in Athens.  God is a moving van in the sky...... and as 3.5 said...... we can’t see God because she’s moving faster than light.  And about that cosmic synchronicity........ there’s only one soul...... highly entangled...... but you have to go behind the curtain to see the entanglements.  


12:20..........

NYT...... Under Brazil’s Far Right Leader, Amazon Protections Slashed and Forests Fall........

When the last tree is felled, Jesus will come...... attributed to James Watt.  

Be careful what you’re wishing for, when you go to the well....... Jack and Jill went up the hill...... each with a buck and a quarter...... Abraham’s servant went to Nahor.......



(cont.......)

I also have a deep connection to The Prophet.

It seems to apply to what I heard.

We could ignore the results of our little ritual, but I won’t, I’ll let the poppie seed grow.

My father introduced me to that book in high school.

He loved the beautiful words but saw little beauty in his life.

I would bet that all the small things we don’t notice in life was our real life.

The smelly goat talks about being like the prophet talks about god.

Not so different.

My one favorite passage I remember from the Prophet I found in high school.

Gibran wrote:On Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

I suppose I loved that passage because my parents were so unstable. But at that time I felt like I was a flaming arrow being sent into the future. I could feel and hear the bow being drawn back.When you can let the names fall, somehow it all merges.

When my mom was indoctrinating me into evangelical religion, my dad snuck me the prophet.

Perhaps the arrow landed here, in the middle of my life, and the flames move forward and backward in time from here.

At one point, I was conflating Rumi and the Prophet.  Aliyah speaks mainly of Rūmī.  Omar, I believe, was speaking of both....... felicitous conflation.  

But, yes, it’s all about being.  We have more or less tendency to capitalize being.  How many have perished across that gentle divide?  

My caution is about the chain of being........

I’m gung ho for the trans personal.  

I’m very wary of the trans human...... it is a pit of vipers.  

It’s between humanism and personalism..... between physics and metaphysics.

This is where we, monists, have to tread very nimbly...... discern every spirit.  

Scala Natura seems to come right out of Plotinus.  

Transmigration is another doozy, often conflated with the chain of being.  

Personalism is likely the only way avoid the very slippery slope into the snake pit.  The xians excel at this juncture.  This is where monism must be strongly informed with trinitarianism.  

The chain has to end somewhere.  This is the crux of the small world..... of the best possible world.  

I believe in a trans personal god, not a trans human one.

Trinitarianism is about an interpersonal God.  It’s not about a supreme Being.  

It’s about 10^10 persons in one Substance.  That is the Monism of which we speak.  No?  We’d better get this one right, sports fans.  

Speak now, or forever hold our peace.  

How do we get from three to 10^10?  Maybe we should ask 3.5.  


4:40..........

I have been struggling to find clear statements or any consensus on the meaning of transmigration, metempsychosis, etc...... especially of how is might relate to trans humanism.

My first big clue comes from the concept of Ahimsa..... wherein all living creatures possess a divine spark.

The question immediately arises as to what, if any, is the distinction between spark and soul.



(cont........)

Its all by field.
Biefeld Brown


hobbit

I would urge caution down the illusion path.

The world is this and we are here and this is happening.

I would also urge caution going to far down the thinking path Dan.

You so want to connect the dots.

I don’t have a word in my vocabulary anymore, it has been retired, guess what word?

A form I shall not give anymore energy to.

A name that shall not be named.

smelly,

Being?  Person?  Illusion?  Monism?  Metaphysics?......

You, got me.


hobbit,

When I mentioned divine spark, hobbit went off on Biefeld Brown.

I try to understand your electro monism....... electrism.  

I understand the attraction of monism, and, if I had to choose a substance besides mind, I suppose that electricity would be high on the list........ but the runner ups are barely in the race.  

But, yes, when doing metaphysics, it’s hard to avoid electrical metaphors.  

If I were you, however, I would also be taking a close look at Quantum monism.  Jack Sarfatti & company have definitely gone off the deep end with Quantism.  Or how numerism/Pythagoreanism....... you are already half way there with your Uncle Fibonacci.  


Anyway, I’d just as soon get back to the divine spark......

Vitalism comes rather close to embracing the divine spark.  

But first, let me digress onto Veganism......

As I said, the spark behind Veganism is the religious notion of Ahimsa....... cause no suffering.  Do plants not have feelings...... spirits.  Better not tell that to the deep Ecologists.  Many of us are inclined to say a prayer before cutting down a tree.

If you want to suggest that God created nature, and, then, as an afterthought, created humans....... join the Biblical crowd.  

With personalism, the world originates with persons as either the first or final cause.  

Anything else and you have no prayer of ever getting us able to see eye to eye.  

You might as well forswear eye contact, as smelly is wont to do.  

The only way to establish eye contact with someone is to be having a conversation.

In case you didn’t notice it, we are not having a global conversation.  In the nuclear age, that is an ELE lacuna...... you’re begging for the Eschaton.  Hey, that’s my job, smelly....... wise up.  

We are coming to a global bottleneck.  We’re not gonna stumble through this one smelly......... man up.  

Even to open a portal, you have to know how to say...... abracadabra.  

This is our portal, at the end of the world.

The Truth is our only portal at the end of the world.  

Jesus said, you will only get to Heaven by knowing him, and then he quickly made an addendum........

You only get to God’s Kingdom, by knowing the Truth...... the personal Truth....... just a word to the Wise.    

We have to wake up, and we don’t have all day to do it.

Many dead Enders suppose it will take a negative shock.  I humbly submit that a negative shock will only lead to chaos and fascism.  

The only alternative is Truth....... mark my word.  


7:15........

Can’t God just send Gabriel?  

Trumpets might raise the dead, but they won’t raise the Truth.  


9........

Some have suggested that another way to unite humanity would be to forge a common enemy, even just a virtual war of the worlds might suffice to patch over our many divisions...... perhaps, as a stopgap measure, but then what?  
.........


It’s not terribly difficult, ontologically, to get from one to many, but what about the other way?

We can understand the concept of a primordial observer, but there might be a slight maintenance issue, once we’ve established the primordial clan.

It’s not so hard to imagine the unity of the Alpha, but what about the Omega?  

The basic idea is that there has to be closure, with the Omega merging  back to the Alpha.  

Is the wedding feast in the sky going to be a shotgun affair?  

Our becoming One with God....... some folks might get cold feet, last minute jitters........ especially if God is not bigger than life?

Can we not make do with a more organic unity, as suggested by the chrysalis analogy?  

That is partly the idea of trinitarianism.  

We have 10^10 of us falling through the event horizon of the Omega....... how is that not going to be a traffic jam?  

Both the Alpha and Omega are primordially conceived as integral to the cosmic bootstrap..... the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.  

It seems that the cosmic bootstrap has a rather narrow buckle.  The glory train might be standing room only.  Sleeping berths are not available.  

The glory train ends up looking a lot like Noah’s Ark, which was certainly the original idea, but.......

How many angels can dance on the head of this pin?  

How about having virtual primordial observers, as in particle physics?

That could work.  No?  

That might be good enough for gummint work.  At least, it might get us through another day.  

All we’d have to do is pair up the souls, and that’s kind of what we do anyway.  It’s our tender trap.  Love is the universal solvent/glue.  It doesn’t have to be cosmic marriage, as with the Mormons.  We can be more creative than that....... in a pinch.

And, in the end, there’s only one cosmic soul, anyway.  We now have a better idea of what the block is made of.  There can be a virtual plurality from the git go. That’s part of what the cosmic potency/potentiality is all about.

When we say we’re cosmic soulmates, we’re not kidding.  

The birds and the bees? They come a little further down the road. Once we get us creatures figured out, the critters shouldn’t be so tough...... famous last words.

Biology, for an immaterialist, can be a metabolic afterthought. I’m not going to have to reinvent microbiology...... I hope.



(cont........)

The smelly goat has no comment really or anything to say, no agreement or disagreement.

**BLINK** **BLINK**

Dan,

How many ISMs do You know?


Have You any idea of what electricity is and is so called generated?


Let Me suggest that they bastardise Your divine spark by spinning magnets super fast to divert it and to compress it , to thus enable it to be diverted along cables which can have meters attached to make the slaves have to work to receive their so called electricity.


This divine spark always seeks to go to the local alpha and omega location it is within, in the planets case that is the centre of the planet where it reverses, and then chases off to the next local heart centre location .


It is how creation operates via perpetual attraction, every single cell is this.


The local control of this is how UFO s operate by displacing in the local field they encounter and are attracted to, they simply displace relative to the field they create about them towards the field they attune with.


That's how We operate, how Your fingers type out the countless ISM s You do.

hobbit

smelly,

A mind is a beautiful thing.  We hate to see you waste it, by turning only inward.  One fine day, you will emerge from your shell.  

The Buddha came back out, and was a great communicator.  His teachings did much to reform the worst excesses of Hinduism, and then went on to provide a spiritual framework for much of the world.


hobbit,

You are rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.  

smelly is working on his individual flotation device.  

I am designing the life raft.  

This, of course, is a vast simplification, but we are faced with a vast complexification.

You are a hobbit, living in your comfy little den, with your dowsing rods.  It must be a good life.  You would like to share.  

You are looking at a piece of the puzzle that we call the world.  

You realize that your piece is inserted upside down, and you wish to turn it around, but then put it right back..... into essentially the same puzzle.  

You want us to help you put it back in.  

In the meantime, we have discovered that the entire puzzle is inside out.  

This is what we call rearranging the deck chairs....... when we’re in the middle of the Philadelphia Experiment.  

hobbit, I don’t think you have the faintest clue of what’s going on around you.  Do you?  

On the one hand, we have the USS Eldridge, on the other hand, we have the ship of Theseus.  Let us not fail to mention MH370, Tenerife....... and I could go on......  all are, more or less, experiments in Ontology.  

We needn’t mention the more notorious ‘experiments’, such as Creation itself.  

But keep in mind that the whole point of the BPWH is that Creation was anything but an experiment...... why is there something, rather than nothing?  The one thing that is impossible is Nothing.  

Even a square circle is possible, if you think about it the right way.  

Who was it who used to think of three impossible things, before breakfast each day?  


1:10........

The cosmos sent you here, smelly.  Was it just to rail against us, poor benighted muppets?

In your hands are the keys to unlocking every secret in the cosmos.  You are worried that they might fall into the wrong hands.  I would think twice, too.  


But back to the ‘isms’ and to Being.........

The isms are the conjectured foundations of Being.

hobbit and I agree that there is something wrong with the foundations of science.

And both of us are monists.



(cont.........)

Even to open a portal, you have to know how to say...... abracadabra.

A rebel and his ellipses (count the dots, crack the code) [...... ]

Then EXceed In Dreaming "Abacadabra" ...... poof! 미친 You're not in Kansas anymore ......

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"We KNOW the future" ;-)

Dan,

Right now, here I have the most fabulous dog pestering Me to go for a walk.
She doesn't need to be able to talk.

Hobbit

Well Dan, yesterday I was exploring consciousness studies, panpsychism, the last gasp of materialism and the hard problem.

I don’t know what is conscious or not.

I’m not preparing my escape.

I’m going down with the ship.

I spent some time yesterday imagining how death is like sleep.

We will just close our eyes and never come back.

The Buddha and any offering hope have done Humanity a great disservice.

I understand they tried to just calm us down enough to function.

I want to just live my life and die.

I don’t want to offer anyone my opinion about it anymore.

I’m not depressed about it.

I just really am enjoying my life these days.

They are the best ones so far because I am most relaxed.

All I could say I guess is just relax.

I don’t feel on the cusp of great change as you do.

I don’t have a horse in the race.

The cosmos just showed again it’s all just happening and not under control.

Sure it’s still mysterious.

Something is happening here.

I know this seems like naïveté or head in the sand.

Best I have.

This is the real joy, not cheer, Seneca spoke of that comes from touching life and letting it blow through us.

Dan,

You accuse Me of "not having the faintest idea of what's happening around You"

I am Me in this physical experience, I have talked with Myself in the non physical , knowing that My physical is arranged within a local field of the overall one consciousness that is ALL.
We all are co creators of this world, and are here to experience , reporting back to ourselves which is ALL.


I AM EXPERIENCING THAT THERE ARE INFINITE ISMs, who'd have realised such?

I am as at one with My dog, her consciousness field is large, and She can communicate with mine, She is far better at this than Myself.

When I first encountered this out of physical experience, or better said when I first realised I was encountering such I wasn't that keen on returning, but the physical Me became annoyed saying it was programmed to stay above ground as long as possible, and it wanted it's hands and feet back, so get back now.


My three selves get on real well, You BELIEVE I am paranoid, these beliefs are silly, and I just laugh at such silly BELIEFS.


We can arrange the deck chairs add infinitum.
hobbit

After you die in this world you will continue to just be yourself doing all kinds of other life experiences elsewhere (if many worlds is correct in the context of an infinite Level I material universe, not in quantum alternative parallel worlds, which might also exist).

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/multiverse-the-case-for-parallel-universe/

#fungible #self

If the no-copy assumption is false, then there's no fundamental reason why there can't be copies of you elsewhere in the external reality—indeed, both eternal inflation and unitary quantum mechanics provide mechanisms for creating them.

We humans have a well-documented tendency toward hubris, arrogantly imagining ourselves at center stage, with everything revolving around us. We've gradually learned that it's instead we who are revolving around the sun, which is itself revolving around one galaxy among countless others. Thanks to breakthroughs in physics, we may be gaining still deeper insights into the very nature of reality.

The price we have to pay is becoming more humble—which will probably do us good—but in return we may find ourselves inhabiting a reality grander than our ancestors dreamed of in their wildest dreams.

It would be so easy for me to pick one Gary.

So easy.

But, if I’m sticking to my protocol, there is this.

I cant know and I don’t speculate about more.

More got us into our apparent mess.

For me, I’m happy to live out my days under the Sun and blow away as ashes.

If more comes, I don’t think Eric the Ego is going to be aware of it.

But that mirror inside might go on forever.

Shrug, not my problem.

This is the life we get to have.

Does that leave me agnostic?

I don’t have any names for anything anymore.

I suppose my confession and acceptance of my limit is the evidence of my ultimate humbling as a limited expression in space appearing in some kind of mind hive.

I’m a scripted character for all intents and purposes.

"Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:

"You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."