Category: My Story

Job update.

I got a job. I’m now busy, something I’ve been looking for a while. I didn’t do it because I needed the money. I did it because I needed to need money. So I created a job for someone else, that created a purpose for me, and then I was off to work making pizzas to pay someone for something no one ever cares about hoping that this will start to make people care. Things cost money, but the best part of life is flowing with that current of buying and selling. The consequences in my life are purer and more focused. They only weigh as much as they need to, and the shadows of language are gone. But as I focus, I direct more of the world around me with a single thought. As with this, the world is mine, and as it is mine, so is it yours.

Like I needed to be more dense. Ironic, isn’t it? The odd thing about the course of my life is it hasn’t meant anything up until now. Recently I’ve come across the idea that there are agreements that make up language and meanings and feelings and actions that come out of that. These agreements are largely communal. They come from your parents and your friends and family. They are not structured to change. The only time anyone ever recognizes a change is when they leave everything behind not knowing if they will survive, succeed, or triumph, or perish, fail, or lose all the while knowing that they cannot go back. On the way to college, I still knew many people and things were familiar. I still lived at home and I hardly changed my habits. There was no consequence, no judgement for my behavior other than the overall ambiguous quality in the things I turned in based on a rubric no one has really explained or expounded upon directly with consequences and rules specific to each clause in that rubric, something ambiguous since middle school and even a little before.
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Since we’re reading a work of fiction, consider that it is possible for the author to completely portray a character completely different from his character to illustrate an antithesis between the two ideologies. It is possible for an abolitionist author to write from the perspective of a racist to portray something important to people who would otherwise not identify with the author. By being completely abolitionist in a time where there were more racist people, so much so that there was no distinction that racism was bad in the first place, you become singled out and separated from the society. By writing with an ideology in mind for a character, others with that ideology are inclined to continue reading. This is especially true when the ideology in use is minority.

Very people see the way a cold-blooded killer can justify his or her actions. Very few people can understand why Hitler sanctioned murder. People don’t look at how Manson and his family thought they were doing the right thing. It doesn’t change the logical facts of the case, the things they were tried for (or would have been tried for if they could have found Hitler alive). It is possible to justify it. It is possible to become so involved in personal emotions and see no indication that there is anything wrong from other people, it may see like they want what you’re doing and you become so enchanted by the fictional story you or someone created that you ignore the facts.

The way language works, the way we communicate, the sole basis for mental illness, is based on shared consequences and a significance, meaning, that will bring the same consequences along with similar memories to the surface. By ignoring consequences or not having the consequences defined, individuals are prone to mental illness. Sometimes, consequences, however real and accepted, whenever they are too unpleasant, people tend to ignore them.

Despite the work being written in a way that supports Sanoma Cranden’s ideology, he is still in prison. He still killed people, and he is going to go away for a long time. Still, the investigators need something from him. There is no way he’s getting off, not with all the bodies he’s left littered throughout the world and all the families he left without a daughter or a mother, but they still need him. Despite seduction being a tool used for nefarious purposes, much like a gun, it is the person using the tool that makes it evil. The chief, an honored citizen of justice and respect, uses the same techniques as Cranden. The chief is a charismatic, kind man as demonstrated by the way he consoles the officer after Cranden aggravates him. There is a very strong contrast between Cranden and the Chief. Both characters are equal in strength and achievement for their respective ideologies. This is the ideal relationship for super charging the conflict and the plot. A superhero needs to fight a supervillain eventually or the story takes a different direction. That direction would reveal more personal weakness than personal strength. In the introduction I explain that is possible to change the world without really changing it. I also explain that it is important to work toward honor. These things are understated. I realize that, but I’m done preaching. People don’t get the message anyway. I’d rather show people than tell them. In the intro I simplify the consequence, and through the story I give that consequence the mental fodder to form significance, something that will differ from person to person.

The story still has a long way to go. I’m wondering how many people appreciate the complexity. It’s a lot of work to create something so intricate and detailed. If it’s not worth it and people are just looking for pulp fiction, I can do that. It makes me feel like I’m not applying myself, but if it’s what people want i can do it for a while. I don’t get very many people commenting. I’d like to see more of my readers comment before I start writing, but eventually I have to start somewhere. Like and comment. I appreciate the support.

From my life, I’ve always felt that something was missing. I wanted to just live like everyone else, to make things easier on myself. But living that way made dreaming impossible. I’ve had a hard time falling asleep because there’s so much more to think about. I talk to people, but that’s not enough. I end up having conversations with people about everything, but then I keep having new ones in my head about new and exciting everythings and each aspect needs to be explained because something is missing. This same thing that’s missing is why is started Zedu and Wizard Seed in the first place. Something needed to change. People needed something else to connect, to help them understand in ways that are greater than words.


You know why you make mistakes don’t you? I’d say you know less than you think you do. Challenge yourself to see more, to do more, to act in ways that bring you to the forefront of technology and science instead of listening to science as a religious word, or scripture. Schools are the reason we err. According to Kathryn Schulz to err comes from the word to move, and making mistakes really do get us going. In college I screw up. In high school, I screwed up too. These things tied me to my work and kept me going. There shouldn’t have to be so much error inherent to life to keep us going.
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3D Projection Project Explained

I’m heading out in search of what the next step in entertainment will be. It will be whole new era. Soon, people will wonder how to even operate a tv. People will wonder why anyone even bothered to make holographic 3D TVs in the first place. I think critically about what it took to capture image and try to apply this knowledge to making objects and form with a force behind it. I explore cymatics and color theory as an interesting first step on this interesting new pursuit in my life.Views of the Trifid Nebula (Messier 20)
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Monkeys in a tree

Monkey surprise

Monkey surprise (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Nine to thirteen monkeys are sitting in a tree, being monkeys of course. They swing and they dance like normal monkeys do. Sometimes they throw poo, but I don’t expect that. They jump and they swing. They are regular good monkeys. There is just something about thee way that they move that moves me. They are so simple, so dirty, and yet so clean. There is violence, something I can find just about anywhere, but what do I see in the way that they fight that makes me hopeful? I wonder if we could all just be monkeys, attracted to the next branch for simple reasons, solve disputes with violence but without killing another. Somewhere there are monkeys, somewhere there is war without death. Somewhere people feast, and somewhere people act in ways that are primitive but are smarter, more loving than I.

I’m dying in box of my own volition, expanding and going no where at the same time. That makes life a struggle for survival. To survive I have to eat; I have to sleep. I can’t just go outside without clothes. So you see there are things I have to pay for. As ugly as I am, I need cloths to appease other people’s sensibilities. I live in a place where the weather is nice all year. As cold as it gets, here it never drops below freezing. I have to spend money on clothes and money on things to clean them. They only get dirty because I’m alive. A lot of times, I’m sure life would be easier if I was dead, not suicide, just, not alive, dead but alive, maybe a ghost, or a vampire. Don’t like my sanity? Why is the opposite so appealing? I can write about simple things and complicated things and make them invert. Simplicity becomes beautifully complex like the way a bee’s wings move through the air making it disproportionately large body lighter than air. Complex things seem simple like the actions in the brain. Still, why do you prefer the things that are so toxic in high doses? It’s so passive, so uninvolved: it’s porn from where I stand, so ugly once you’ve had your fix, and yet — you still come back, to read some more. I wandered through my dreams once. You’ll enjoy this story though you’ll never dream it yourself. Are you sure you still want to read? As I wandered, I wanted to have a conquest in my youth. My dreams do come true when I sleep. I passed up the first few I saw, and then I spied a woman, tall and slender with an elegant stride. The kind you’re not imagining for the words are enough. They satisfy your need for noise. Her hips rolled as she walked but ever so slightly. I could just grab her and make her mine. Just listen to that echo throughout your mind, “Grab her and make her mine”, over and over again. You’ll never see it because you’ll never dream. The noise just echos. It makes it hard to heal. The sound drowns all the voices that tell you how to love.

The outlet of the Karlsruhe sewage treatment p...

The outlet of the Karlsruhe sewage treatment plant flows into the Alb. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Noise is the opposite of clarity, created by a lack of focus or attention. by picking a detail, we can organize noise in our minds and create, in effect, music. There are sound that work well with water, and there are sounds that make water dissonant. Classical music works to form beautiful memories within the water that reveal themselves when they are frozen or inspected with a strong microscope. Research done at the aerospace institute in Struttgard, Germany reveals that water retains an imprint of everything that comes in contact with it, the more recent have the most obvious effects, but there is no indication that ancient information isn’t at least partially responsible for some of the small little imperfections ( The brain needs fluids to function. Analysis of Einstein’s brain revealed that he had more capillaries than a man of average intellect ( Everyday, the brain is influenced by the water one drinks. Even water that is has been treated at a sewage treatment plant still affects the thoughts people have. Imagine bathing in chlorine and other harsh chemicals. While water is much safer than chlorine, the body still becomes associated with these harsh chemical memories.

Water ball

Water ball (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

It’s equivalent to the memory of a chemical burn. That stays with you drives you. The imprint burned, seared into your flesh. The reminder is still there. What about all the fluoride, the main ingredient in both toothpaste and rat poison? People use toothpaste around water, and that leaves a toxic memory lingering in the water you drink. While there are many forms of noise, and most of them are equivalent to pollution, either of the mind, the body, the soul or the environment, from toxic water, to polluted energy fields full of extremely low-frequency waves (ELF) and microwave emissions, running scared isn’t going to change it, and it isn’t going to make it go away. The way to eliminate pollution isn’t punishing people and settling debts. We do this by imprisoning and fining people, something which before replaced hanging and public executions as the reasonable form of punishment. We can overcome pollution by giving people the choice for the reason that people deserve to feel joy by their own decisions. You may feel the need to lie or cheat or steal, but if you’re going to, do it to me. If you’re right then I’ll benefit as well. If you’re wrong, I’ll understand and give you more. This feeling of trust and sincerity opens up the path toward joy and abundance.

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the Brain Preliminary

There are few things one must know preliminary to studying the brain against other things. The faculties within the brain function because of two components. There is active memory and there is long-term memory. Active memory decays usually around seven to nine entries. This is not limited to the size of the entries. Their range is nearly unlimited, but their average can range from a single number to a single word, to a list of words, to entire events, scenes, lifetimes. The active memory in effect is taking picture of the rest of the brain and comparing it to itself as it changes, signalling difference and varying in scope. It can expand and contract it scope. One concept, something relatively small when fitted into the entire possible number of details totally possible in the universe can occupy all the components of the mind. To begin to grasp this idea, think of a cat. On this cat there lots of parts like eyes, legs, whiskers, and so on. If you were instead realize with more intensity that there are hairs that make up the fur or cells that make up the cat, it is totally possible to become completely enthralled with a single tiny aspect without losing depth, and range. The only difference is a person who looks at only one tiny individual idea will seem incomprehensible to other people. If all the parts of the brain are still available, that incomprehensible person does not lose any information. The greatest principle behind the brain is that it is not limited by the environment. The environment is a matrix as perceived by the brain. The matrix instead of being made of x and y-axis, it is made up of pictures of chemicals, connections, and glucose consumption, and these are compared to changes made over time and converted to symbols. Our perception is reality, and our reality is made up of perception.