This is the topic reminder post for Personalism 101.
A good place to start is right here……. https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/personalism/
My contention is that the BPWH = Personalism.
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dan wrote:Gary,
Wonderful.
Cyrellys author of DRACO I GhostWolf CH 11 wrote:
EXCERPT:
"REFERENCE: The traditional concept of service is based upon the honor of the soul and the respect that
we tender to other souls...It is only when we are able and willing to look beyond the
boundaries of our own concerns and inquire what is wrong and to what extent we are
involved in putting things right that we truly understand service. ~ Caitlin Mathews,
on Service of the Grail, Celtic Spirit.
Deferred life inevitably means lost opportunity. We can stand only so much of this. To
refrain from action, from personal engagement, from practicing skills and talents, from
the formation of satisfying relationships is to marginalize our power. Never being
attuned to our power, never being able to cooperate with it, sends the message of
despair to our soul. ~ Caitlin Mathews, on A Life Deferred, Celtic Spirit.
The mapping of our spiritual progress will certainly not be straight forward or easy to
record. We will have to be alert to subtle changes and correspondences between what
we experience and what seems to be true for us. ~ Caitlin Mathews, on Spirtual
Navigation, Celtic Spirit."
QUOTE from Draft:
"As a people," Connery explained, "we understand now that the beauty of creativity,
opportunity and the pursuit of ALL BEING cannot exist with any true permanence without
also the warriors vigilance. It is an allied quality."
A flash of light occurred at the other end of the room and all three looked up to see Merope
emerge from an ethereal rift between worlds. Her topaz gown, light and silken, catching
the slightest of air movement, rippling around her as she moved softly forward toward
their small group.
"Lady! An unexpected honor," Alana murmured smiling in welcome.
Connery bowed, his hand over his heart in an act of deep respect.
Merope returned the smile, tipping her head gracefully to Alana and Connery.
"I came to lay my own encouragement upon the child of the Gift."
Merope took Zari's hands in her own and examined her face with the gleam of kenning. It
flowed over Zari like a cool summer breeze, fresh as if brought straight from the Starlight
Garden, it's touch so gentle it was barely perceivable, yet tangibly directed from within
the complex mind matrice by the collective Adepts.
"Daughter, the soul encompasses the vastness of time and space, uncircumscribed by
temporal dimensions. It expresses itself within the physical life. Physical life is
comprised of three elements described in metaphor: the depths of oceans, the breadths of
lands, and the mystery regions of the heavens. The fusion of these elements with the
ensouled, who lives within the dispensation of these dimensions, upholds the very fabric
of our reality," she counseled in a voice soft, but precisely enunciated.
"Yet," and Merope then reached up deftly brushing an errant strand of red hair from
Zari's eyes, "the soul itself is greater even than this, capable of perception and travel
beyond these realms, into a wider domain unseen by our immediate experience. For the
soul, the passage of ages is but a day in cosmic time. You as twice-born are surpassing a
threshold and entering a plane of experience where the greater truths and dimensions will
in good time become apparent to you. This experience will come with appropriate
teachers. I leave you in the good hands of Cheeosh, for he walks the path your qualities,
soul-tied intelligences, and allies already tread...a path the immensity of the cosmos
reflected within you, calls to you so powerfully about. Walk with confidence that you do indeed belong on it," Merope encouraged her.
The incredibly beautiful Adept with the butterfly-wing patterns on her eyes, released her
grip on Zari's hands, stepped back two paces with a gentle smile and vanished from the
room as if she had been but a ghost.
A Dialog - wrote:
A Dialog: Who am I; Who are You; What are We? Our tangled web of Theory and Implementation.
The more He (Man) attempts to clutch the world,
the more he feels it as a process in motion.
And he mutters "How Wondrous, How Wondrous!"
and when his friend asks What is the Tao of Physics?
He answers simply "walk on" and they realized
they are in a conscious living space where the great gate
is wide open to bestow alms and no crowd is blocking the way.
~ Joy Roy Choudhury, author of Rains Winds and Cycles;
via email thread August 31st, 2015
Which Universe Do You Want to Live In? It's Your Choice
~ Deepak Chopra.
The Human Universe Theory - is based on the undeniable fact that any universe must be
based on the human mind's ability to think about reality. If all knowledge is rooted in
human consciousness, perhaps we are viewing not the real universe but a "selective one
based on the limitations of the brain." It is a confusion of epistemology with ontology,
i.e. confusing our knowledge - the map with objective reality - the territory. It is
basically a narcissistic new age me-generation view from the 60s and 70s that was
unfortunately actually stimulated by Niels Bohr's Copenhagen Interpretation of
Quantum Theory. For historical background see David Kaiser's book "How The Hippies
Saved Physics. ~ Jack Sarfatti, via email thread August 31, 2015.
The Simulation Argument - Until I talked to Nick Bostrom, a philosopher at Oxford
University, it never occurred to me that our universe might be somebody else’s hobby. I
hadn’t imagined that the omniscient, omnipotent creator of the heavens and earth could
be an advanced version of a guy who spends his weekends building model railroads or
overseeing video-game worlds like the Sims. But now it seems quite possible. In fact, if
you accept a pretty reasonable assumption of Dr. Bostrom’s, it is almost a mathematical
certainty that we are living in someone else’s computer simulation.
~ John Tierny, Our Lives, Controlled From Some Guy's Couch;
New York Times, August 14, 2007.
The simulation is the the ontology in that case. We are pieces of the simulation and you
might say that the simulation is a stubbornly persistent allusion but functionally
speaking it's no different from the concept of objective reality. ~ Jack Sarfatti, via email thread August 31, 2015.
However, there remains the possibility that "knowledge" (of the map) creates the
simulated reality -- "knowledge" (of the map) is the only reality we can experience and
the physics we "think" we observe serves to keep the human mind/map coherent (I think
that is Dan Smith's position?)
~ Gary S. Bekkum, Jedi Journalist-Author-Researcher.
"The field of the finite is all that we can see, hear, touch, remember and describe. This
field is basically that which is manifest, or tangible. The essential quality of the infinite,
by contrast, is its subtlety, its intangibility. This quality is conveyed in the word spirit,
whose root meaning is 'wind, or breath'. This suggests an invisible but pervasive
energy, to which the manifest world of the finite responds. This energy, or spirit, infuses
all living beings, and without it any organism must fall apart into its constituent
elements. That which is truly alive in the living being is this energy of spirit, and this is
never born and never dies."
~ David Bohm, Quantum Physicist.
The Question is what is the Question?
Is it all a Magic Show?
Is Reality an Illusion?
What is the framework of the Machine?
Darwin`s Puzzle: Natural Selection?
Where does Space-Time come from?
Is there any answer except that it comes from consciousness?
What is Out There?
IT`is Ourselves?
Or, is IT all just a Magic Show?
~ John Wheeler, Theoretical Physicist - General Relativity.
Phenomena as they appear and resound
Are neither established nor real
Since they keep changing in all possible and various manners
Just like appearances in magical illusions.
~ Asvaghosa, Philosopher-Poet; India d.150 A.D.
Definition "FiOs" : "Vision, Memory, Dream" Berla Feini (Old Irish), "Knowledge"
Modern Irish.
Dreams (truths, intent, ontology) will not manifest without
our active help, or without the energizing grace of the spirit.
And while that grace is generously available to us,
it will not accomplish our dreams without our hard work.
When our dreams manifest through this process, the whole world is creation.
~ Caitlin Mathews, Celtic Revivalist & Author in the Celtic Shamanic
Ancestral Tradition.
The soul of each one of us is sent, that the universe may be complete. ~ PLOTINUS, Enneads.
Exploration of: The Mythic Truth - Quote with honor, from the book, The Celtic Spirit by Caitlin Mathews wrote:For some people, the juxtaposition of the words mythic and truth may take a lot of
swallowing. Myth has become so devalued by our society that we fail to see how there
could be anything remotely truthful about it. We have substituted news and history for
myth in our society, giving them the primacy of factual truth; myth, on the other hand,
has taken on connotations of wild and wooolly believing, of unsubstantiated rumor or
the warped understandings of ancient peoples. Myth is not just about ancient stories of
spiritual beings, however; it is the current and ever-living dimension of things that are
happening now, to us, to the land, to the world. Myth is the concordance of life's
meaning, the story behind the story.
The mythic truth represents nothing less than the totality of a thing; it is all that we can
know about something, its essential core and being. Our daily self-deceptions and
contradictions cannot hide from the light of mythic truth, which illuminates the truth or
error of our lives. The psychological application of myths to the human condition is very
interesting and often enlightening; we do indeed share many truths from world myths.
But the greatest enlightenment comes when we understand our own mythology, within
the context of our own lives.
-- Caitlin Mathews.
"This is an indeterminite problem. How shall I solve it? Pessimistically? Or optimistically? Or a range of probabilities expressed as a curve, or several curves?..........Well.....we're Loonies. Loonies bet. Hell, we have to! They shipped us up and bet us we couldn't stay alive. We fooled 'em. We'll fool 'em again!" Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
Excerpt from "DRACO I - GhostWolf wrote:A lively native flute tune whistled over the pre-dawn red desert plateau. The table land
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itself, echoed the tune out into the vast drop of the large dry-season arroyo below. Behind
him in the scrub, a cricket had ceased its own song just to listen to Chee's.
Satisfied with the new tune, Cheeosh put the flute down on a rock, then lit a white sage
chub in an elegantly etched ceramic bowl boasting a star motif on the inside. Chee then
waved sage smoke over his body. The greenish blue smoke carried its heady scent in giant
swirls around him. He set the bowl and chub to one side rose and went to a bedroll that
was laid out beside a dormant fire pit. He stretched out on the bedroll, gazed up at the
stars, and allowed himself to fall slowly into the half sleep of the shamanic state.
The universe arrayed beneath his wingtips. Immense constellations vied for his attention
and then rolled away. For a time he floated in that in-between place, devoid of millennial
reckoning or charged concerns and expectations. Then he was high above the Earth in a
position he'd not visited before. His eagle's wings stretched, instinctively seeking the
touch of wind and sun, but there was only the flow of unseen subtle waves of cosmic
energy to find.
He banked and wheeled in that void over the world to come down closer to the realm of
nature, with its potentcies of human and inhuman reflections and revelations.
It was then he came upon a strange sight. It was a battle of titan proportions whirling,
rising, and diving in a dance that reminded him of something he might otherwise have
forgotten. He watched as the delta's wingman fired the red-flaming arrows that took off
the wing panels of the boomerang. The big boomerang rolled over to realign for another
run at the delta. And then a silvery psychic energy snaked from the clear canopy top of
the boomerang, down its bent wing and encapsulated the damaged area.
Chee's dream eagle screamed in surprise. A deep desire to protect the occupant of the
boomerang welled up in him and his dream mind sought out the pilot of the other delta.
His thought-wave streaked into the delta's cockpit. Wielding the warriors frenzy, he
pulverized the draco inside, causing the craft to fail reacting to the boomerang's final drive
to shoot it down.
The colors of the delta's explosion filled his eagle eye, growing till only there was only
fiery yellow light and then slowly receding into the wake of an intense magnetic
disturbance in the stratosphere. His dream eagle rolled in the void, momentarily drawing
its wings in close protectively then fanning them out to their greatest extent, as it took up
a new trajectory.
His spirit-eagle sought out the damaged boomerang. It was slowly heeling over into an
uncontrolled dive to the earth. Smoke billowed in a long sad stream from the broken
wing. Chee sent his ghostly eagle body diving after it, reaching out with quantum thought
waves, first to match pace and then to protectively envelope the cockpit of the critically
damaged craft. He focused on sealing the rents in the wing as it vented atmosphere.
Side by side they raced toward the earth, the ethereal eagle of the Jemez shaman and the
broken starship.
As the craft careened earthward they passed a high-altitude aircraft with blinding speed.
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At that moment, he sensed the boomerang pilot's struggle to maintain flight control. And
he sensed something else...
...an unfettered howl of elemental turmoil; a star-rending fury melded with a frustration
no man could hope to understand.
Chee awoke violently from the dream and bolted upright from the bedroll on the mesa
with a physical speed he had not mustered in more than a century.
"This is an indeterminite problem. How shall I solve it? Pessimistically? Or optimistically? Or a range of probabilities expressed as a curve, or several curves?..........Well.....we're Loonies. Loonies bet. Hell, we have to! They shipped us up and bet us we couldn't stay alive. We fooled 'em. We'll fool 'em again!" Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
"This is an indeterminite problem. How shall I solve it? Pessimistically? Or optimistically? Or a range of probabilities expressed as a curve, or several curves?..........Well.....we're Loonies. Loonies bet. Hell, we have to! They shipped us up and bet us we couldn't stay alive. We fooled 'em. We'll fool 'em again!" Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
"This is an indeterminite problem. How shall I solve it? Pessimistically? Or optimistically? Or a range of probabilities expressed as a curve, or several curves?..........Well.....we're Loonies. Loonies bet. Hell, we have to! They shipped us up and bet us we couldn't stay alive. We fooled 'em. We'll fool 'em again!" Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
"This is an indeterminite problem. How shall I solve it? Pessimistically? Or optimistically? Or a range of probabilities expressed as a curve, or several curves?..........Well.....we're Loonies. Loonies bet. Hell, we have to! They shipped us up and bet us we couldn't stay alive. We fooled 'em. We'll fool 'em again!" Robert Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
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The Grey Lady wears her heart on her sleeve for AI.A Smarter Robot
A new chatbot shows rapid advances in artificial intelligence.
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99 wrote:Ha, no mere visions of sugar plums dancing in Chivo's head for Christmas.
And instead we get this deranged, unhinged and warped rendition of the surreal internal world he roams in.
Am I surprised by this revelation?
Not at all.
Goodnight Chivo, I can see it's going to be a long one. lol
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painterdoug wrote:Smelly. as I just read your comment about scrambled eggs, I was boiling two eggs.
Good to see Dan on his pride and joy
pd
dan wrote:I am so glad to be able to be the host site for Cy’s novella…… seriously .
I am so glad to be getting back in the loopity loop !
And everything is on course for points south, I just got the countries reversed.
………
The Grey Lady wears her heart on her sleeve for AI.A Smarter Robot
A new chatbot shows rapid advances in artificial intelligence.
The materialists has no clue ️ that they are about to be gob smacked.
(cont…….)
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GSB wrote:This just in ... Travis Taylor is promoting Jack's G= kT idea on Twitter and confusing the masses!
https://twitter.com/travisstaylor1/status/1601812754670592000
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