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Einstein and his toy E=MC2

There was an evening in the past history of humanity where the stars blinking in the night sky shared the new light and sparks of that first fire mankind learned to harness.

To spark flint or tame the friction of hand spun wood into embers, mankind mimicked the natural of lightning and lava.

It have been a pleasant hobby to watch how humanity has mastered fire and quickly illuminated their minds with math and science. So many intelligent men and woman who dedicated themselves to the sciences. Madame Curie, Einstein, Da Vinci: an endless list as even in the modern world a ten year old boy explores his world with a magnifying lens, the sun, and an ant pile. All of humanity are scientists of some sort or another. A collective hive of intelligence.

Many wonderful and not so wonderful ‘things’ have been discovered in the use of atoms/energy/mass. Many explorations into the mathematical concepts of dimension much greater in number than four. Currently A.I. or S.I. is in the focus of humanities gaze. A machine able to compute and explore a vast reservoir the collected knowledge, all in the hope of expanding or creating ‘new’ knowledge.

Mankind has been influenced not only by the natural world around it such as the sun or ice or soil. Mankind has been influenced by theory and hypothesis. Some even say humanity has been influenced by alien technology which is amusing as imagine an ant trying to understand the science behind the magnifying lens a ten year old boy is currently burning them with concentrated light…Impossible.

There is also a spiritual influence, though most would laugh at such a concept. They would laugh and laugh unless they experienced such an influence.

Science prides itself on being based on facts. Science knows that 1=2-1 or 1+0=1. Laws of thermodynamics. (ice can be so hot it melts steel) Laws of energy/matter. (move energy through mass without distortion)

Science needs to explore a little closer to what is going on around it. Peep under the covers and see that 1+1 does not always equal two and why? Look closely at the numerical value/property of such a simple number, 1.

This is the point of today’s octopus tentacle of squirming wormholes surrounding just this dimension. A frosty window where human fingernails can scrape and see what’s right in front of them.

Yes, there has been a gift of technology made subtle and simple. It was made a long ‘time’ ago. Thousands of years ago. Humanity is just now ready for such and it will be the human brain not the super intelligence of a machine.

Also, there is another gift arriving even as this is being written. A powerful gift and 1 not so simple or nice. It is the gift of perfect corruption. Where the pure water you drink today is ‘good’ for your body and soul being replaced with an even more ‘pure’ water you drink that will destroy many.

1 divided by .1 by .1 by .1 by .1 equal eternity.

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Chameleon

Can you exist in a room and not be seen? For many people they try to be seen while still remaining unseen. Sounding like a paradox?

A movie star is an example. They act in a movie which is seen by many. They get recognition, fame, and all the rest associated with being in the bright light of exposure. Yet, off the stage, off the screen, they try and blend into society. Many pretend to be ‘normal’ all the while knowing they want to be seen.

Interesting. Humans are an interesting species. Today a news article showed a video of a 90 year old woman walking on a sidewalk where she was being seen by a government camera while she wanted to remain unseen. A young male walked up behind her and threw some discarded furniture at her knocking her down. The man ran away wanting to be unseen yet he was seen.

WordPress is an example of being seen while remaining unseen. Facebook, Tic Tok, all social media; a means for a humanity trying to lose it’s identity in a world where everything is seen and yet try and remain unseen.

There are websites where one can sit in the privacy of their abode and reveal their skins and minds for the coin of those sitting in the privacy of their abode seeing while remaining unseen.

The point of this bit of writing is because I can see it all and because I don’t want to see it all.

Humans are slaves to themselves and their desires. Boys pretending to be girls, girls pretending to be boys, doctors pretending to be healers, healers pretending to be doctors… Sigh.

Let it be known, everything is seen. All. Every molecule, every atom, every action, thought. And for those who ‘believe’ in a story of Adam and Eve, a story where knowledge was revealed and they then realized they were naked…Hah! They (humanity) has always been naked, they just gained the realization of what naked is.

As humanity strives to be seen and unseen some various trends have become more prevalent. There are more people who don’t care if they are seen no matter what they do. Abuse children, kill babies, steal. Normal human activity yet those people usually want it to remain unseen. Today those people want it ALL to be seen.

Humans have gone from being embarrassed from the proverbial expression ‘naked’, to now wanting to flaunt their nakedness. And this is what the true definition/root of the tree of evil…

Evil flips the balance between being seen and unseen. Evil wants to be seen and deny it is unseen. Deny. Denial. This is the true mantra of evil. To see goodness and then deny goodness exists. To conduct horrible atrocities and deny such actions exist.

In simple human language: Goodness wants to be seen and wants you to see the true difference between good and evil. Evil wants to be seen and wants you to deny it exists AND that goodness exists. Evil wants itself, Goodness wants all.

So today, to be a chameleon. Changing colors and tune. Mixing and churning. Trying to be seen and unseen all the while seeing it all.

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A Story

Inspired by the rain

Written by something

Prelude (or preface if so preferred)

Time. So much ticking and tocking with a ponderous pendulum swinging tempo to match wits with a beating heart…Only, such the wording confusing?

In a confused world longing to follow the timing of situations and instincts the story soon becomes a vast a varied conglomeration of organized chaos.

(focus)

It has been some time since writing a story and why? The first being time really is nothing more than an illusion.yet necessary for so many. Since time does not exist and the story does, how then does it get written?

Most important for this writer is that the reality mistakes time as a master, that time dictates when and how its slaves bow to its will. For this writer i bow or kneel to nothing . Not time. Nothing can enslave me. Even God has allowed me to bend the knee of defy, or defy the knee… Freedom. Absolute freedom to choose. A wonderful gift. The true reality is that the story exists only because God exists… A true Breath of Wind.

And now, time for a story.

***

“What came first, the chicken or the egg?” An old question of philosophy designed to attach time to a path of logic. Pondering the question if one answers, “Chicken”, then the immediate question is, “How can they since there are no eggs?”

Such questions amuse and fascinate young minds. Minds learning their place in the chronological order of biological evolution. They once were the chicken and the egg and are now inquisitive energies seeking to understand the knowledge already hardwired inside them.

Sadly when an intellect advances to a point in time where self needs are taken care of in form of food, lodging, health, hobby, finance…So many at the level of a balance between happiness and sadness that such questions as, “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” become needless and irrelevant.

This is where it must be pointed out how so much and so many blindly and without thought attach themselves as slaves to ‘time’. So much so and so obvious such entities try to trick time by seeking a fountain of youth. To deny time the masters rights to bestow death.

Death and time are partners in crime. Both seek domination. Both know the power they have over a Universe. (stifling a chuckle) Both also know their collective power only works on those with closed minds and weak wills. Thus time and death need mortal marriage between powers that think they too are free from time and death. Such an entity (s) have various names: Evil. Horror. Hate.

Some other names are, demons, machines powered by artificial intelligence, and also chemistry/biological constructs not yet given name by humans of this planet. Soon, they will see such entities. However, for this story, this is enough for the point being presented.

Science is a wonderful experiment. Science is where intellect and the disciples of knowledge seek comfort in ‘knowing’. Comfort in being able to explain the answer to, “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” And since science deals in facts, in mathematics of 1+1=2, they too are slaves to time and death.

Here is a question: If time does not exist and this world is an illusion does this mean the facts of science are also an illusion?

Another and very simple/complex question: Is 1+1=2? For that matter then, why is 1×1=1?

Now the story get a bit hard for most readers. Maybe a bit uncomfortable. Maybe the minds reject the following ending and beginning as mindless drivel.

***

Tomorrow a boy was born. Yesterday the girl died. Today nothing existed.

The energy turned into veggie burgers at the exact same time a lava field deep beneath the surface of the planet realized laundry needed to be folded.

On the wall, the clock spit at the chain binding it and begged for attention: and in a single night they may lay more than 2,000,000 x 1+= – eggs.

Baked alive___________transition to feel the gravitational pull from the Sun align with planets by an orchestrated design.

Realize human, your chains and boundaries. Explaining accepted facts and rejecting the obvious you saw before the conception of soul and flesh. You forget the logic of perfection while binding energies with a vibration of music so pure it could destroy all facades of what you now conform with.

The boy was aged at a time called, four. Not three, not two, one, or ninety-six, and yet today the boy was four in the right place at the right time and saw the energy needed to be seen. Tomorrow that boy will be ‘born’, yesterday he died, and today he is nothing.

“Mommy, what is that between daddies legs?” A girl asked yesterday as she died. In reply, the mother, the boy not even yet dreamed of said, “That is what you will get one day, and if you’re really good you will get many.”

Hymen humor? Ha! Maybe. Maybe not.

The boy at four saw that which explains the forgotten nooks and crannies of dripping wet reality. A reality covered with funeral homes, nursing homes, home, cities, countries, worlds…eternity?

Eternal. Eternity. Proof of definition to show thus that indeed time does not exist. Oh no, another, “If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound?”

Life is a wonderful experiment. And as science goes, God not only is an excellent scientist, God also excels at humor, music, mischief, and 0.0 far above and beyond Pi.

So much to amuse and titalate the minds. Thank God it is that way because the four year old boy with neither be born, die, become nothing. It is good it is this way.

Drugs. Ah yes. Mushrooms. Weed. Cocaine. Coco. Sugar. Endorphins. A mainstay for trying to understand an illusion, or at least live more comfortable with illusions. Thus another question: If all is an illusion can another illusion describe and understand an illusion?

To answer such a strange question then it must become obvious to understand and answer one must try drugs. Yes? No?

For me, the answer is laughter. Drugs do not work on what is, they only have impact on those slaves to time and death.

A nuclear bomb can destroy a city. An asteroid can destroy a planet. Common sense can destroy a Republican/Democrat/Communist/Socialist/Religion. Slaves to time and death can be destroyed by anything from the illusion. A bee sting. Choking on food. Falling out of bed

Hard to believe though, a four year old boy who learned that thunder in the sky comes from angels bowling and that love is far greater then hate; learned also that because of God there is no death, that time is a slave name for those choosing to live in rebellion embracing the illusion and succumbing to nothing.

This body is wonderful A part of something real living in what is not. Giving meaning and definition to pursuing another facet of understanding what really means Life, an eternal and ever growing Life, a life where death is nothing more than a question of “What came first, the chicken or the egg?”

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having written many words in many ways about many meanings from the moment of the first doodle until this body has died has been an exercise in futility.

what was/is really was nothing more than what this body needed to express. there was a brief belief in hope that hope would bring the change needed instead of the room filled with old bodies filled with dusty old memories.]

the tank is empty as it needs to be, empty until the fumes of fuel once full of powerful explosive actions has been replaced with the hollow void of a sterile echo.

to write this now brings clarity.

absolute clarity with humans understanding of God, of time, of the belief in self, of hope. A clarity so vivid it contains detailed moments of time so real life itself embraces the ‘life’ of illusions.

Reality? Ha, (a real subtle laugh. not haughty or full of pride.) What humans worship as reality is really, truly, a bit more than illusion and a whole lot of dreamlike acceptance of what really is NOT real. maybe some would call it fantasy or makebelieve.

So, what is not a living dream of illusion, fantasy?

Life is real, of this there is no doubt as even life can overcome absolutely everything real or unreal.

God of course is more than a word for hope, more than an illusion. God is so much more (but, I hate the word but) but God is also a simple word for life. Father/Mother. Giver of Life. Maker of Life. Tender of Life. God is a word for what i came to understand the very first time i ‘died’. And i have died in ways, means, times so many ‘times’ the number is beyond count.

Evil of course is the ultimate illusion on this planet. A living, pulsing, entity of such horror it truly is beyond any understanding of humanity. Evil has one purpose and one purpose only…To destroy the belief of Life. Evil can never destroy Life but it can destroy the illusion humans have regarding life… One day, in a timeline strung along a symmetrical line much like the iron particles magnetized by opposite polarities, those new to the identity of life will remember.

i am sad today. Not for myself or you or even this planet. Planets are always in the struggle for birth/death. No, death has no power over me. Death is merely a tool for me to embrace for what it really is, the ultimate illusion.

i am sad at this moment because evil has bubbled into the unstoppable magnetic force of attraction. Sucking the particles faster than the wind can pull them apart. Lockstep in cadence the world, your world has decided to embrace death as a reality. A reality of atomic weapons, biological disease, bullets, horror,…

Hate. Pure hate so pure even i think it to be real, thus the sadness.

As it is it will become

As it becomes the reality will become obvious

As it becomes obvious, the pain will once more embrace hope

i smile now at a question i already know the answer to… Will you look at hope as if it were death and thus an illusion?

Or

Will you look at hope knowing full well the final understanding of Life?

Tomorrow, a beautiful day, a day of smiles. The sadness will depart as it will have served its purpose today.