I have a new blog with my best buddy where I'm talking about what I'm learning. Getting real into the "brain wave technology" stuff lately. I was into this like 15 years ago but there was almost no research and we didn't have the internet then. Now there is way better light/sound technology, 15 years of research, stuff on the web, people sharing stuff -- very cool!
http://brain-stim.blogspot.com/
PJ
Neuro-tech, Brain-wave Entrainment, and so on
Data comes through to us multidimensionally, then is sifted through neural connections, where it's transformed into time- segmentation or strung-out experience. Next it flows into our probable (physical) reality (which itself changes all the 'time.'). We inherently possess separate pockets or pools of experience (biologically valid among the cells' characteristics), sidepools where information collects for processing before flowing into the 'official pool of consciousness'.[...] Using these side pockets or pools where data are still unprocessed, in our terms, you can pick up several other strands of your own consciousness 'at once,' though retention may be difficult. Explaining the experience to the normal consciousness automatically helps expand it (the normal consciousness), so that each time the process becomes easier. Until, with practice, experience and data from several areas can be held simultaneously. The difficulty then is a translation in linear terms.
Seth (via Jane Roberts)
from "The Unknown Reality", appendix
Visit: http://www.bloodlinethemovie.com
A friend of mine was part of making a documentary on what you might call "a somewhat controversial version of issues related to Jesus the Christ."
I haven't seen it yet, but I know they were very serious about it and anybody interested in such things would probably like it.
The trailer is here: http://www.bloodline-themovie.com/videoDL/Bloodline_Theatrical_Trailer.mov
PJ
I'm mapping out a 'summer meditation list' here. Having just spent six months on the hardest archetype meditation I've ever done--which took six sessions and that long to 'get around to' finally working through--I'm feeling rather enthusiastic now about getting back on track with more regular meditations. Among the other zillion areas I focus on, this time I want Remote Viewing to be firmly on the meditation map.
I thought it might be interesting to address each of the major 'problems' that can happen in/with/to a remote viewing datasession. In other words, to see if meditating on those points might bring anything from healing to insight about it. One thing is sure, it can't hurt; nothing else solves session problems which are unpredictable. (If they were predictable, you could prevent them!)
So I'm trying to make a list of each key aspect, crux, area of RV that I should put on the list. I'm glad for any suggestions.
Simple list of 'potential issues in RV sessions' that I have so far:
What am I missing? Email me or reply here as a comment. I'd like to try and work out some fairly quick and simple visualizations to approach each of these areas, and then work on applying any of them relevent after each session. Just to see if it's helpful at all. I've always said that 'psychological integration exercises' and other "internal efforts" were important to RV but so far I don't have many of them. I'd like to work out a few and see if any pan out as worthwhile.
PJ
Ok, any woman into the paranormal who hasn't drooled a little over Rob Pattinson in the movie 'Twilight' has no hormones. I'm not sure he was of legal age when he was in the Harry Potter flick, but he was 22 when he made this movie so I can drool without guilt. ;-)
Here's a few screenshots from memorable scenes.
Can't forget this guy (Taylor Lautner), to be fair:
Final scene with Edward and Bella:
I think I was asleep. It's been a long time since I had an experience and genuinely didn't know afterward if I had been asleep or awake or somewhere in between. This was yesterday morning I think. Or the day before.
I was standing in the dirt with a blue sky overhead. In front of me and off to the side a bit was a small and motley assortment of people who appeared to be doing archeology work. Digging something out. I walked casually toward them, feeling a tug on my memory, but unable to place it, and so shrugging it off. Most of them were sitting below the plane of the land that surrounded the location. It went down probably 15-20' before it reached the artifact area, and at that point, there was a shallow, perhaps 3-5 foot deep, squared inset area, maybe 30-40' squared (wild guess, don't remember exactly). Several steps the full width of the area led up the sides of the inset area.
Behind where most of them worked, visible in the wall of dirt they had dug back to, a couple of columns had already been dug free, and it looked like more were behind that, awaiting. I figured this meant it was some greco-roman kind of building, given the look of the columns. I turned slightly and saw that there were a few small handwritten signs around that described different areas of what they were digging out. As there were people around, tourists it seemed, I thought this might be to reduce how often they bothered the people digging with questions.
I was just about to turn and leave when I noticed the small sign pointing to "the courtyard" inset area, as it called it. I looked back at it again, that tug-of-memory bothering me, and then all the sudden it hit me: I used to live there. I knew that place.
It wasn't an inset courtyard. It had been a shallow pool.
I managed to find the 'person in charge' of the excavation, a man. I told him that he had it wrong; that there was no inset courtyard but an inset pool. I told him that it had been beautiful and clear which suggested there was a water inlet and outlet somewhere that he hadn't dug out yet, and gave some ideas on where to look. I told him how far the columnic area went back, and how over to the sides had been where we slept. And I admitted to him that I knew all this because of a dream I once had.
I remembered the dream clearly. Even conscious I remember it pretty well, though not nearly as well as I did when I was talking to the archeologist. The dream was from several years ago.
I was a young woman living with many other young women in this building. We didn't wear very much in the way of clothing, as if it was very warm. Life was very simple and filled with prayer, focused a bit on beauty (and our beauty). We slept in the same room, most of us. We had other people who also lived with us, older-elders, a few, and several men who had roles I'm not clear on now.
One day we found one of our sisters (priestesses maybe? we weren't physically related) drowned in the pool in the morning. Her body was floating face down. We were stunned and stricken and we buried her with much grief, baffled at how she had managed to drown herself in the night. It was common for us to walk about at night, and the nights were often warm, and a relaxed swim in the pool for awhile to help bring on sleep was not unusual. Nobody had ever managed to drown while doing it though, until then.
Just when we were getting over that, like a bad dream that we were starting to forget and blur with the mercy of time, another of our group was found drowned in the morning. We were terribly upset now and prayed fervently for an answer. Was it a punishment from the gods? Was it foul play? Why did we hear nothing? Was she possessed in some fashion?
Our life had not known fear until then. It seemed we'd had it so blissful, then, before the fear came. Before one young woman after another, a few weeks apart, would be found, silent and drowned, in the morning light.
Some time had passed when I found I couldn't sleep one evening. I got up, bare of feet but some jewelry and in something I'm guessing is similar to a form of toga, and I quietly walked around the building. Nobody appeared to be awake, except someone quietly moving in the pool at the front. I stepped slowly into the pool, seeing one of the elders there. Thankfully, I thought: if only we always had two of us together like this, we would know we were safe. We should not be swimming alone anymore. He and I spoke quietly for awhile, as I floated on my back toward the center. He wanted to pray with me, at least I think that was it; and I felt his gentle hand on my head; and then he pushed me under. And he held me there fully underwater until my struggles finally ceased, and then my body's spasms at last-ditch efforts at survival ceased, and he released my body, spreading my arms out so it would stay face down.
I knew I was supposed to be dead. I knew that if I just turned my head a little, I could see and feel this huge sense of light-and-longing, and I should go.
But I was still furious. It didn't feel like it had when I was dying; much paler now; yet still, at least intellectually, real. It was the moral of it, damn it all, he was the last person we would ever have suspected of such evil, all my sisters were in danger, and I was so grossly offended about it that I refused to turn into the light and leave. I vowed that I would not leave that location until I saw him discovered.
Time and reality were very odd then, and not easy to remember let alone record. But I figured out how to intensely focus my attention and intention to cause small changes in the physical world I had lived in. I gave sign after sign to my sisters to point them toward him. And when I wasn't doing that, I gave signs to him as well, and he began to tremble with fear, knowing that the gods or spirits or something were on to him. And finally they began to get the suspicion. And finally they worked it out between themselves that they would test this suspicion, with a seemingly lone innocent newer girl, and just as he began his quiet but effective drowning process, they all dashed out and into the pool to save her and the bulk of them overcame him. Their cries brought the other elders and by morning, he was remanded to authorities; he would die.
I felt grimly satisfied. And then I finally let myself pray again, which I hadn't done since I had died, perhaps somewhat in anger that my prayers while being murdered hadn't worked. And I felt more than saw the warmth and light, and I let the world fall away, and melted into it.
That was the dream I remembered, which took place at the location the archeologists were digging out.
I have no idea if this place is real or where it might be.
PJ
I was quick-browsing some email archives online at the dojo info site, when I came upon a few posts I had forgotten about. I actually had once tried to find these, knowing I'd written them down, but couldn't, so I'm delighted I stumbled on them.
Odd because there is a small parallel between a dream I posted not long ago (either here or on mypsiche blog) about this golden thing 'growing' in a cave.
This dream recorded might have been the accidental beginning of my targets-as-archetypes in remote viewing. It is circa 2003 sometime.
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Several days ago my practice target was Green Lake in the Carlsbad Caverns. I was happy with the (brief? ) session. But during it I had this subtle sense of being... vast.
As an Aspect recently suggested I try and get in contact with targets AFTER feedback--consciously--I decided to try this, to see if I could figure out what in this target caused the 'vast' feeling. So I looked at the pic and tried to tune into the cave in general.
It was a nice meditation but I didn't find anything.
I went to sleep about an hour later, and had the most amazing dream. Like many of my so-called 'spiritual' dreams, it had what I call my 'elementals of soul'--another female and 2 males, but we are also all one.
In the dream, we were looking for a cave. In the cave, was a secret; it included gold. Somehow the concept of gold was bigger than a pretty mineral though. We had to find the cave, first.
There was a bad guy and his minions, also looking, racing us. The bad guy was not evil actually, more like an adversary than enemy, he was just very aggressive. We went to where two caves, next to each other, had all his guys in there with big lights and machinery, looking for the treasure.
But if we looked 'between' the caves, and then didn't really look, only sort of peripherally, and then 'allowed' our vision to work itself out like with those 3D pictures, we could see the tiniest glimmer of something, 'between' the caves. We followed it, and we found ourself in another, hidden cave between those.
I understood that we were able to see it because we were not just looking for what was 'physical' but for a greater 'understanding'.
Inside the cave we'd found, was an amazing amount of precious stuff. But it was weirdly entwined with the cave. For example, stuff sort of like furniture, much made completely out of gold, was actually part rock, as if somehow, all this stuff had *grown out of* the cave's rock itself, not been created by man or placed there.
Then I felt The Cave. Not self-aware, but aware. Not an identity, but a consciousness. I felt vast. And I suddenly understood what I'd been looking for before I went to sleep: the sense was the cave. Maybe it was my lifelong fascination with caves, or my incredible appreciation upon feedback, who knows. But in the dream, I had that sense to the Nth degree: I was basically 'in rapport with' the consciousness of a cave. (That particular cave? Who knows? A cave, is all I know. )
It wasn't a verbal/word communication. But I understood that we could not get the gold from the cave. I had a thought, in response to this, about how the bad guys would come in and just blast it loose from the rock. The cave showed me an image of some people trying to steal the gold, and it suddenly liquifying and melting them (there were huge amounts of gold there). (I know. My dreams are like the psychic Indiana Jones, lol! )
And then finally, what the cave was trying to get across to me hit me: we had to GET the cave to GIVE us the treasure.
We had to have a sense of love and appreciation and acceptance--all combined, which equalled a feeling somewhat like 'gratitude' but more--sort of making love, appreciation proactively--and the cave, if we had this proper state of mind, would show itself to us, would "give itself to us" voluntarily.
My memory of the rest of the dream is in pieces. We had acquired ourselves a shaman to 'guide' us through the caves, for when we would find it. He was small and had really long black hair, dark skin like a native or south american. He was able to 'morph'. The other female-Aspect was ready to kiss him in thanks for his help, when he morphed into a young, beautiful woman. She refused to be taken aback, and kissed him anyway, and he (she? ) grinned; I understood that she had scored a point in his eyes for recognizing him as him and not caring about his appearance.
The only other thing I remember is a bit black, lol. A little kundalini going on I would guess. The 'bad guy', a very large brawny bully sort, we had caught him. We had no desire to harm him, but after keeping him to talk to, we were simply going to let him go-- abandon him. He had no shirt on, and it was late night and really cold outside in what seemed like a desert. I kept morphing our vehicle as an old-west wagon or a station wagon. He was standing in the back of the wagon--cold--and we were ready to leave.
The shaman, who had a rather twisted sense of humor I might add, went in young beautiful female form to the wagon, put a really big red sleeping bag in it, and crawled inside it. We knew that between his cold and his approach to women, he would crawl inside with her before long, no matter what she said. Alas for him, one of the other forms the shaman could take was a large math of writhing snakes.
LOL. Like I said, Indiana Jones dreams.
But having thought about this for a few days, something comes to mind for me. One time in... years ago, anyway, when I was thinking about RV all the time and having the most incredible dreams (like 'the frequencies of telepathy' and seeing chakras, like one that looked like a million-colors-of-gold feather fan across a woman's forehead, or things like that? ), I woke up one morning and was able to 'grok' something of my dream before it faded away, while it was still interactive with me.
It was, "...it images itself for you." And I understood at the time what it meant: that it was not me looking at a separate, unaware thing... the target, the information, WANTED to be known, wanted to show itself off in its own way.
Somehow, this reminds me of that dream, that insight. How the cave had to 'give us' the gold.
It made me think that perhaps it was a nice allegory to 'intent' in remote viewing.
PJ
I had a very linear deep-dream the other night. I woke up, checked email, and saw my boyfriend had sent me a link to some video he said related to dolphins. I responded in email briefly, "I just had a dream that involved a dolphin!" but I was busy getting ready for work and completely forgot about his video as well as about my dream, until just a little while ago when he reminded me. It's one of those whole story dreams, from first-person perspective. I wish I'd recorded it sooner because now I think I've forgotten some important stuff.
There are a lot of concepts and words I've forgotten so I have to use some from my mind in this-reality as I've no other way to describe them, though I think they are 'near' not 'exact' in that case. There was a WORD in the dream for 'the gold thing' but I don't remember it now so I just have to say 'of the gold'. There was a word for 'anchoring' that was a little different, but I can't remember that either. Oh well!
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It was a long time he'd been gone. Everybody had avoided talking about it, of course. They didn't want to raise doubt, or weaken faith. But our best and brightest, our most courageous warrior, had gone off to seek the Golden object that was our tribe's spiritual heritage, and he had never returned. How long could we wait, I wondered, until they said something? Would we ever as a people admit to failure? And what then?
It was our right to have the object. Our people had cared for it throughout time, until a couple decades ago. They had seized our cave-lands, the slightly monstrous people who had arrived and demonstrated easily that they were physically superior to us. They preferred to live under the ground, with their sharp teeth and vertical-pupil eyes. They killed so many of our people, and of every creature it seemed, and we had learned to fear them. We sent raiding parties on them regularly of course, catching mostly their women and children who came out of the caves most often, and we did anything we could to make their existence uncomfortable. Initially our people had hoped they would leave, with enough of that. They were tougher, but we were smarter. But eventually it just settled into habit.
The world had started to change a little. Those who knew, told the rest of our people that it was because the golden object did not have an anchor-person. That it needed one of our people to bring its energy into our world. Unfortunately the sharp-toothed intruders had killed all the people who had any idea what the object looked like or where it was to be found--some of them, while they attempted to sneak into the caves to claim it.
But something wasn't right with the world, and anybody with sense could feel it. The crops were no longer just the right amount. The animals took sick much easier. The fish in the sea came in irregular amounts and cycles. The weather had odd moments out of season. It was obvious to our elders that things were out of balance, and the press of the need for our retrieval of the golden object seemed more desperate every day.
He had volunteered, because that's the kind of young man he was. And we believed in him fully, and we painted him with our protection, and we rested, feeling sure that if anybody could bring it back to us, it would be him. He hadn't even been born when the cave-dwellers took it away, but he understood the stories, and its significance.
But it had been a very long time. And he hadn't come home.
There was finally a day of mourning. We had to assume he was not returning. The wicked cavers must have killed him, or perhaps something on the journey to or from them, although nobody could imagine what could possibly hurt so smart and valiant a man, and the legend of his near immortal skills grew as our grief for him grew. It was dark and quiet, with the sky feeling so heavy as if it were weighing down on us, when we finally talked about what should be done next.
The sad truth of the matter was that we had to have the object. If every one of our people had to die one at a time over the next century to get it, the fate of our world rested in our hands. The balance of everything was clearly skewed and getting worse. It was frankly hard to imagine having the slightest enthusiasm for anybody else's success, given our best had apparently failed. But something had to be done.
So I volunteered. I didn't want to. I didn't want to die, I didn't want to go to the caves. I had no idea what I was looking for or if I would even know when I found it. I only knew that it had to be done, and someone had to do it. It felt appropriate, if depressing, that I would be the one. I had no more husband, no more children. The cave people had been the cause of that. It made no sense to send a warrior or hunter, a mother, when I had no value to the tribe that could not be taken over by someone else. I felt a sense of fatalism, inevitability even.
With more sadness than hope, I was prepared for the journey, which would take many days. We had to live out of sight of them of course, or risk extinction. We had gradually moved farther from the caves. It would take 5-7 days and nights of walking to reach them.
{I lost a piece of the dream here, that I had previously. It involved how I ended up inside the cave as the prisoner of the cave people.}
They told me that the man of my tribe had been there. They had tortured him, mildly not severely, to tell them where the object was. They felt that he had found it, in the labrinth of one area of the caves below, but that he had not told them. But he wouldn't give up the secret to them so they could find it themselves. They felt sure, given how many of our most important people had died for it, that it had some great power and they wanted it. He escaped.
{I wondered why he hadn't come home. Now looking back on the dream, intuition tells me that he felt if he did, it would bring their people upon our tribe, searching for the object.}
They told me that I was going to go into the deeper caves and look around and I had better find it. They had been unable to, but I think they suspected we had some tribal secret that would tell us where to look. Several of them roughly pushed me down there, and as we were walking into one of the smaller caves behind a large one, they were giving me instructions, and I stopped in awe.
I had found it. I knew it with every molecule of my body that recognized it, and felt as if it recognized me. It was about 12-18" across, at least a couple inches thick if not more, a perfectly round torus (donut-shape) and inside that, a perfectly round sphere. It seemed like it was made of gold light, and yet it was more solid or tangible as well. It was on the ground over at the side and I had the impression it had literally GROWN there, as if it were part of the earth itself, like some kind of cosmic mushroom.
The people around me obviously didn't see it. It was glowing gold and made every part of my body feel a tiny buzzing, but they were oblivious. I felt that they were not equipped to see it obviously, if they didn't, and I felt this only confirmed my belief that they were less spiritual than us, and that my people were the rightful keepers of this holiness. I was not about to tell them where or what it was, so the moment I realized they didn't see it, I continued tentatively walking around in the near-darkness, stumbling now and then, even though since I saw the object I had begun to feel a heightened awareness of everything, including the floor and walls and shape of the caves.
Finally they talked among themselves, gave me a torch, and told me to continue looking on my own. The caves down here were not that extensive, and if it was here, it had to be somewhere fairly close. They implied that if I came to them without having it, it would be the end of me, and they left.
I went back to the small room that had the golden object. By this time it felt like the tiniest elements of my body had magnetically aligned themselves to it or something. I felt like it called to every fiber of my being. I approached it in awe and reverence, and kneeled down beside it, and then slowly reached out and touched it.
I felt the change rush through my body, and suddenly I was 'aware' in a way I had never been before. I felt aware of the cave, of every cave, of the mountains and the depths, of the valleys and the waters and the entire sphere of which our people knew only a miniscule part, I suddenly understood. And I understood something else, which I know knew our people had gotten wrong:
This was not something that was ever 'in possession' of a person. We had behaved as if it were an object that we would take from one place to another. But it was an integral part of the cave itself, 'grown' into the cave. It could never be moved. And although an elder had said the words that it needed an anchor, one of our people, to bring its energy into our world, I didn't think any of us had understood just how literal this was: I was the anchor now. I felt him then, our man of courage who had come before me; he had found it. I felt many people, as if stretching back in a line into the reverse of eternity, all those who had been the anchors for this energy as I was now. And I sensed clearly that it needed one person per generation. We only needed someone to touch it, once every 15 years or so.
I sat down fully and pondered what I should do. I felt that I needed to get out of the caves alive. The energy I now carried needed to 'connect' with the larger world. I wondered how I could do this? And then I had an intuition. The leader of their people who had briefly talked with me, I rewound the scene in my head. Now, with the benefit of the energy, I heard many things I had not heard before, in his voice, things impossible to have heard, but which now seemed so obvious. Such as weariness. He was fed up with the unpredictable, occasional attacks my people made on his, all over the object. He was even willing to lose the object, whatever it might be, if it would just stop the harassment. I smiled in the golden glow of the object; I had a plan!
I went to the top and demanded to speak to the leader. I refused to speak to anybody else, no matter how roughly they treated me, insisting on the leader. When finally they took me to him, I told him: look, it is not here. If it WERE here, obviously, we would have found it by now. We must have misunderstood the elders who said it was, and since they died in the early battles of your days here, we had no way to learn otherwise until now. My people will not stop the sly attacks as long as they think their most-holy object is here and you are keeping it from them. But I will make you a deal. First, I am willing to go and tell my people, and make them believe, that it is not here. This will stop the attacks immediately. Second, if you agree that once per 12 years, you will let two of my people in to search the caves -- alone -- for a part-day span of time, to verify and reaffirm for each generation that the object is not here, so this will never be doubted, then you will not have to worry about our people annoying you again. It is a treaty of sorts.
He was relieved, although he growled and hissed like an animal as if he were not. As I expected, he then agreed.
They gave me my sharpened stick, which I used as staff and spear, and what few supplies I had arrived with, and I set off on the many-days journey for home.
I was going to have to find some kind of food. I hiked around toward the big water that reached farther than I could see, although I knew that there was an end to it somewhere, and a couple of the men of our tribe had been to the other side. I had the interesting sense inside myself that I could almost feel the life inside the water inside my own body, the larger and smaller things, the greater and lesser awareness of the different creature-types. I found that fascinating. I could feel something large and of powerful awareness very near to me and coming closer, and I leaned over the edge of the water and peered into the depths.
A dolphin came to the surface.
Hello, human of-the-gold, it said.
You can talk?! I exclaimed, only to realize I had heard it, and done so, only inside my head.
All creatures will recognize you, he pointed out. You anchor the gold. You are of the spirit of the Mother, he added, and I understood he meant, the larger consciousness that was our entire world.
I realized two things, suddenly: first, that I was going to meet one of nearly every life form, because they would be seeking me out to make contact, as their way of connecting to the energy of the gold; and that I was required to do this, in order to bring balance to my world.
Second, that this dolphin was at least as sentient as my own people, and our assumption that they were rather bright animals was a tremendous mistake.
I was looking down at the dolphin, still in some astonishment, when I suddenly woke up.
PJ
I was reading a post on a friend's blog and it reminded me of one of the cooler old tech dreams. I'm actually writing part of this dream into a novel funny enough, or a small facet of it anyway. This is one of the dreams that are ridiculously linear and detailed -- and seem much more like "sitting in on another life" than just 'a dream'.
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I was 'an aspect of' a man. Rather like The Four and how we work in multiple lives. I was sort-of him, but also separate. The man was an engineer but in a very advanced way, and he was an inventor.
He had invented this technology that was very cool. Basically what it did is, it 'felt out' all the 'contiguous space' of a given area at the atomic or molecular level. You could 'set' the tool to a max area and to 'find the boundaries' kind of like graphics programs do. This was the first thing it did; it could measure and then create (with an interface to a computer) a perfect 'map' of the exact 'space' inside any open object or structure.
In the example he/we gave to someone, he used the motor home that he actually lived in to demonstrate. It created a map of "the atomic space" of everything that was not "solid" (to a certain degree I don't understand now) inside the motor home. The point of the boundaries and map-borders elements was so that it didn't just go through the openings where every door closed for example, and try to map the whole parking lot, but would 'understand' that the doors/windows/floors were meant to be 'boundaries'. It would seal the boundaries if set for that.
The second thing this technology did was, and this related to its atomic or molecular measure somehow, it could project -- literally distribute, as-energy yet it was actually solid when it formed -- any (or at least many) molecular signatures. By which I mean, let's say that copper is a certain kind of molecule(s). It could 'project' copper into any 'shape' you wanted -- including into the INSIDE of things which were not open. How it did this I'm not sure. It did not actually have copper inside it. It was like it just had information on the 'signature' of copper and could project that 'in energy form'. But when the energy form was projected it manifested as the literal thing. Almost zero-point energy I guess, something from seemingly nothing.
He had sold this technology to a government contractor company that was really excited about it. They were using it to project a 'coating' into the inside of these things sort of like large ball bearings that were going to be used in a new space travel technology, as well as some military applications. His tech allowed an absolute 'coating' on the inside or outside of anything, literally so not even a molecule was uncoated (and so you could even coat something as thinly as 1-molecule-deep). I had the feeling that somehow in the ball bearing things, it actually related to a coolant-sealant use.
He was a brilliant and creative man, but a little odd and very independent and a little bit paranoid. He didn't trust the people who bought the tech for their various physics and engineering uses and he chose to live alone in his traveling motor home and work on his ideas and inventions, even though he was offered many times a full lab and staff and so forth.
The device was a few feet wide and tall. It was white, and shaped like a large "M". Except the middle was equal with the legs.
He discovered when mapping human bodies (often without people's knowledge, pointing at people in parks with his device), that oddly enough, the younger the person, the more 'cohesive' their energy appeared to be (like their particles). After some experimenting with plants, he/we discovered that the combined technology of the two things it could already do, actually resulted in a third really amazing and frankly offbeat application for it.
The simplified way to say this is that it was able to 'map' all the (atoms, I think, it could be molecules but it felt like atoms at the time) in a given shape, and then map the SPACE between them (that's why I think it was molecules--atoms seems too small for that to be possible!). It was just a small variant on what it already did. That was the first half; that it mapped a given thing and its space. That was how he found that the older someone got, the more their energy seemed to wander and expand and get looser.
And then using the second thing the tech did, it would "reduce the space" between all the particles so that atomically, the structure was much more "coherent and succinct." Weirdly, this did NOT actually change the outer size, shape, or weight of a thing -- at all. It seemed exactly the same. But it DID seem to have a significant health improvement on plants. Which led to animals, and then bigger animals. Everything seemed to feel vastly better after this had been done. They were more active, seemed younger and brighter.
He realized that he could free himself from dependency on the government-related customers that he kind of feared, if he could sell this to the commercial market. He finally tried the tech on a few dying people, who were hugely improved, and then finally tried it on himself, and he couldn't believe how great it was. He felt 10 or more years younger, more energetic, brighter mentally, everything. After thinking about it, he literally believed that it made people younger in some fashion.
He went to a few celebrities that he had met incidentally in previous times and told them about what he had. He used it on himself to demonstrate, and sometimes on an animal as well. A few of them were willing to try it, and he had the feeling mostly because, since they could not SEE anything happening (I mean there were no bolts of lightning or anything!) they probably underestimated just how drastic a physical effect the tech was capable of.
But once they had tried it, they were agog, and nearly religious about promoting the tech to all their friends--in a world where youth and energy are the big things, he had something that actually seemed to improve health while having better effects than any drug and was almost a sort of 'youth' tech. He started making a whole lot of money, despite it was illegal and not official, selling treatments with this tech to people with a lot of money to spend on it.
When I translated this it came through with a lot of "graphics" symbology, but I think he actually had some himself. For example he referred to this process he used on the body as "resampling". And much like when you take a slightly fuzzy image and resample it a bit smaller in an image program, it actually improved the clarity of the borders and lines and so forth, and his ability to 'find the boundaries' of various things with the tech seemed to help that.
One day though, he realized something was wrong. He could feel it in his body, after he had given a demonstration to someone. He went back to his RV and used the device to 'read' his body and was staring at it on something a lot like a laptop. He was thinking that he was going to die. He had just done this way, way too often on himself, as part of constant demonstrations, although he wondered to himself if maybe he was kind of avoiding facing the fact that it felt good so he had taken to doing it so often "for good reasons"--but maybe, in truth, almost as a drug. He pondered the look of the details on his scan, zooming in and looking in particular at his arteries and organs. He could feel something profoundly wrong, and he could sort-of see it in the scan.
He had been resampled too much. There is a certain degree of this where eventually you start losing quality instead of gaining it, at least in his application. Maybe, he thought, there is such a thing as too LITTLE space between the particles. But he didn't think that was it, given how little newborns, whether human or animal, had. It actually seemed more like an abstract idea to him, as if his heart had been resampled so many times that it had begun to forget that it was a heart, and although it had taken the 'shape' of a heart, and it was all the right materials, that some kind of body-integrity, some kind of potential individual-intelligence of the various body parts, was being lost. As if you were altering a person's identity a little bit every time you did this--but on the body level--until eventually the body didn't know who, or in this case what, it was anymore.
He could feel that he was dying. It was slow. But he could feel it. He felt an odd sense of fatalism about it, as if the effect on his body was so profound that his body had already made peace with his mind about it, and he knew it was already so; it was just a matter of time. Minutes. Hours. Days, maybe. But not long.
He drove to an area. Sent a message to someone who could find him. Wrote up his results and conclusions in his notes so that the lesson wouldn't be learned for nothing. He laid out on the bed in his motor home and set the device to resample him one more time.
He joined me in watching his body from several feet away. We understood that his body was no longer alive. It was perfect. It looked in every way as if he were the picture of health in fact. No medical authority would be able to figure out why he died. It was if he simply 'did'. They would be forced to rule heart failure merely because obviously it stopped, but there would be no sign of why.
He thought it had been an interesting life, but it was time to go.
And then I woke up.
Those long, linear, detailed dreams always move me deeply for some reason.
PJ
I'd like to talk about Biogram Theory a bit, because I'm emailing someone with a reference to it. So I'm putting it here instead of in email, so I can refer to it in the future. This is a theory, although it has seen some testing, and I've seen layman evidence -- dramatic results in myself and others using this as a model. I'm not going to put in the 1001 caveats a 'theory' requires as it's hard to explain it that way.
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In Biogram, the theory (biochemically testable) is that emotion is biochemical. It is literally the language/words of the body (bio - gram). When you feel happy, even your elbow and heart feel it -- and they feel when you are sad. Biochemical brings our external reality experience into the internal body.
This biochemical that is the chemical form of emotion, goes into the bloodstream and is 'vented' by the actions of the person -- whether it's laughing, violence, crying, a big sigh, whatever. It can also be vented by 'general' cathartic things such as exercise or laughter.
When the emotion is incompletely vented (common in our society, for a long list of combined reasons) it stores under the myelin sheath of the nerves. It stores 'for later', as a survival instinct (too much emotion freezes us. The tiger eats us while we're immobilized with fear, or the enemy or predator gets us while we're overcome with grief over losing a tribe/family member).
The body naturally then 'vents' the biochem in dreams (children and nightmares, work stress and venting dreams).
If it can't get rid of it in dreams (too much, too much other chem, other issues), it will attempt to subconsciously bring about events/thoughts/situations which will actually focus us on that specific thing. In a perfect world this is great. It helps us face it, deal with and release it. But in reality this often leads only to more storage of the same type of chem for the same reason, instead.
The psychology is mapped to the body ("psychocartoggraphy"). When we focus on a given issue/topic/etc., literally our nervous system is 'stimulated' in that tiny (very tiny!) part of the body. Whatever biochem may actually be sitting there is 'invoked' and begins to release into the bloodstream for venting. (So the same circumstance that frustrates you repeatedly, stores biochem, and every time you tune into it, you are tuning into a "larger cache" of stored biochem. Eventually, the tiniest thing happens and you completely freak out about it, vastly angrier/etc. than the individual situation calls for. This is because you're not really dealing with that individual situation. Thanks to the body and incompletely vented biochem, you are literally dealing with a whole lot of that situation at once.)
If the body is still unable to vent it (for the same reasons we store too much in the first place), then it just keeps collecting. Being a biochemical, it has a shelf life; eventually it rots. This basically creates a cache of rotting biochemical that is right against the nerve. When the body 'tunes into that' it is literally a form of pain at the cellular/molecular level. So the body, which is part of the mind, starts redirecting us. It doesn't want to tune into that because it hurts. So when incoming information or focus aims there, it slightly "shifts" our "interpretation" just the smallest bit--so now the body is actually 'looking' just 'near' that area, not directly in it. As more biochem stores, more rots, and the collection grows larger, this psychological side-effect becomes more obvious: people are in "denial" (this is physical, not just mental!), and people "twist information coming in" (again it's physical, not just mental).
If this continues unabated, a few things happen.
The first is that a person can develop literally an "acid rage" -- this is literal, physical, not just metaphorical -- about a given topic. They usually can't tune into it, but IF they can (or when it's unavoidable), then they are almost chronically 'dripping' this 'acid rage' on every level. It pollutes their relationships, their humor, their happiness. You might as well think of this as having a drip-IV stuck in you that is chronically dripping rotting, acidic biochemical into your bloodstream, because that's exactly what's happening. These people are miserably unhappy and their entire reality is colored by the issues that the biochem is related to. Until they can get away from the situation which is chronically contributing yet-more biochem to the storage, until they have a sufficient amount of time to 'vent' that biochemical through chronic rage, dreams and nightmares, etc. while no more is adding to it obviously, they are not going to get healthy. Generally this is going to lead to murder or suicide or both in the end, whether by violence or disease.
The second is that rotting biochemical, collecting and growing, has a side-effect on the nervous system. The nervous system is the brain. It is the brain's way of looking into the body, and it keeps the body clean in that area in part based on information the nerve is providing it. When the nerve is coated with mud--let alone a gradually acidic mud--it can't report on anything. The body can't "clean" itself in that area--which includes venting that biochemical--if it can't SEE it and/or is avoiding it. Now imagine you've got 'rotting biochemical' sitting in a small part of the body which is accumulating toxins that are not getting vented. Eventually this can turn cancerous, or have other seriously negative health consequences.
The MD/Psych who came up with Biogram Theory (Richard Johnson) believed that you could see all this happening based on the symptoms of the body. In other words, that certain kinds of emotions, and emotions about certain topics, could be tracked to a given part of the body--and this was surprisingly consistent from person to person, as if the biological map of a human body was just as much a map of the mind.
He used a combination of hypnosis, biofeedback, and dream therapy to work on 'clearing' this. He had a lot of visualizations which if you did, were astonishingly effective -- it was obvious that simply the visualization was causing chemical changes in your body. I ran into this stuff and studied with him prior to encountering archetype meditations. He had some stunning results with physical problems (such as carpal tunnel and trauma) I saw in patients. I had some pretty amazing results myself, though I had nothing as obvious as disease or pathology to deal with, but I had plenty of experimenting I did with biofeedback and hypnosis in this model to think there's something serious to it.
I think archmeds are really just another direction of approaching this same thing. It's an internal, visualization format using the subconscious via Inner Guide, to deal with these physical things.
I have seriously wondered if even 'past life' memory might 'imprint' on the human body in a way that stores more than just this-life in it. The things that brought this idea are like: in Rolfing -- deep tissue massage which can be painful -- people are said to sometimes have spontaneous past-life memories. That sounds like something being released to me. Holotropic breathwork is said to bring on a variety of experience some maybe relating to that. Again this sounds like something in the body being released to me.
Scientology has a process called 'tracking', related to/part of (I think) 'auditing'. They believe that energy stores in the etheric-body; they call this 'engrams'. They use a coarse, rather oddly simplistic form of biofeedback tech they call an e-meter (probably because that's what they had 'back then' and it got established as doctrine so nobody bothered upgrading the tech!), and a person doing questioning, to work on this, but for tracking, the auditor is basically laying their hand gently on a part of the focus person's body and asking a question.
The point here seems to be (I am not a scientologist, so I am guessing; I knew a woman I studied alongside briefly who studied with Ron Hubbard in the old days before it became the kind of cult it seems to be now, who taught me a minor amount about it), that when the focus person has the hand laid on them and the question asked, it kind of causes them to "focus through" that part of their body -- through the energy in that part of the body, some of which may be 'sparked by' the question or process. The combination of these techs is believed to lead to "clearing" these "energy blocks" in the body.
I seriously think that Biogram is a medically-based approach to what amounts to the same thing. And that you could probably remove all the ancient-alien crap from Scientology (I don't care whether it's true or not, I just don't think it relates much to this), and re-consider the auditing and particularly tracking tech in light of potentially causing people to spontaneously tune into and release/vent stored biochemical. Which might be, in some cases, stored not by 'this' life of experience, but more something 'imprinted on' the physical body via the etheric body (obviously this is only theory). The theory works whether or not this last part is true.
Now, the best way for an individual to work on this on their own is through self-hypnosis, self-suggested dreams, and simple biofeedback. Simple meaning like EDR (Epidermal Response, previously and still sometimes called GSR, for Galvanic Skin Response). There are a couple ways you can approach it.
1. General energy: Rig yourself up and tell yourself out loud, "I'm going to go through my body, and when I get to a part where a lot of stored biochemical needs venting, I want you to make the meter reading/sound go up to alert me." Then you start anywhere and you focus on/in a part of your body -- a small part, and really "feel" that part of your body while doing this -- and then you just move through the body. When you hit a place that reacts, you talk out loud to yourself and say, "OK now body, I want you to release that biochemical into the waste disposal system of the body. Vent it all out. Thanks." Go back through that area several times with this kind of instruction, until you no longer get the response on the biofeedback meter.
2. Specific energy: do exactly like #1 except tell your body "...when I get to a part of the body where I am storing biochemical relates to issue XYZ..." instead. When I did this experimentally, it was fascinating, as my buddies and I were all experimenting. I would often write down the part of my body that reacted to a given topic, and come to find out my buddies had the same reaction (it varied in degree by person) to the same topic in the same part of the body. Which rather indirectly validated the doc's theory about the body being a map of the mind and fairly consistent from person to person. Probably the most severe example of this was the time when we all reacted -- me extremely, all but one of the rest mildly -- to 'homosexuality' when we hit 'the left ankle'. The irony was the one other person who reacted wildly to this actually had his resistance to this as the major issue in his life--and he had an incurable tiny cancer in his ankle at that spot. Helluva coincidence.
It's worth considering that in the body, no matter what the physical problems, everything comes down to the cellular and then molecular level. So, if there is any approach that can affect the body at that level, then there is no body issue that should not be able to be approached from this direction. It's just a matter of being creative enough to figure out how.
I'll post on myPsiche blog shortly the "Cleaning Center" meditations I made up eons ago when I was doing a lot of energy work and archetype meditations. My experience with these leads me to believe that they work; like archetype work and sometimes moreso, you can really feel this stuff physically at times.
Anyway, that is Biogram in a nutshell. It is vastly simplified, to say the least, but I think I got the framework of it decently.
OK maybe this is a little materialist, but if you knew what grunge I've been living in and for how long you'd see why I'm fairly excited about my decision to find a way to get myself a decent bedroom for my birthday in a few weeks.
I'm getting this quilt. I love the colors, and the velvet/satin mix. The patterns could be better or more random personally, but I really like it for the colors and texture. It's at seventhavenue.com for $70 (pillow shams are like $17ea or something). My bedroom is a small dark grungy pit and I think it's long past time I feng shui'd it into something more like I want to live in.
And a simple wall sconce fixture and a lovely little stained glass shade that goes with the colors of the quilt (these from homedecorators.com).
That leaves only some primer and wallpaint, a couple pans, rollers and brushes and dropcloth and extender, and the gumption to get off my ass and paint my room. When I moved in 8 years ago the walls were so grungy it was like a bad welfare tenament. Needless to say, 8 years and cats and kids have not improved anything.
I like the rest of what's in my room but it's never been in a good setting. I really want to move stuff around though--must be a mood thing! The really fun part is moving my bed. I tried to move it the other day. I got a lovely bruise and it didn't budge a single millimeter. It is a queen size captain's bunk and it weighs a ton. (It is about as high as my waist with the mattress on.) I think I'm going to have to take out every drawer, take off the mattress which is really heavy on its own, and then see if I can move it. 
If my housekeeping help comes tomorrow I'll have her move the drawers and we'll try it. Otherwise it'll wait a bit. I suppose worst case, my bed will simply not move! But I moved the fridge in the kitchen, all so I could put my bed against that shared wall with it gone (wouldn't sleep in the electrical field).
My bedroom is really small (like 11x11 I think), it's the smallest room in the house. I have a queen captain's bunk (so, blessedly, no chest of drawers), from ultimatebed.com. Two layers of 3 drawers per side (12 big drawers total). (But that's all-no tables, headboard, etc.).
I have a small simple shaker slant-desk with a long padded bench. There's other stuff but that's all I should 'need', aside from my shoji lamp, fan/trash/laundry/scale, and guitar.
If I could get the bed to the other wall, the small amount of space below will be on the side of the room where the door opens, which will make the space much more useable, and make it much easier to get to the desk. I love my desk. It is my favorite piece of furniture aside from my shoji. All the wood in the room is maple-honey except the bench (which is dark cherry). If there were a little more LIGHT and COLOR in the room I think it would be really pretty! I spend my whole life in my room--much of my work is done sitting on my bed with my laptop, same for coding and internet. My room *ought* to be a really great place to be if it's that big an environmental thing.
Meanwhile--total topic change here--ever since the pyramid/Gaia meditation I did (see my Psiche blog), I've felt... slightly different. Hard to be specific here because that happened just as I was starting the hormonal monthly cycle of Maternal Blessedness (...) so that means physical issues (cramps, some nausea, bloating) and some mental issues (I get into the no-sleep, won't-eat, rather-manic coding phase) and frankly in the midst of all that junk it's a little hard to pull out what might be different because of a meditation. But I feel I am. And Ry has said several times all week, "You are really acting weird," and assured me last night that I am just very odd the last week. Not in a bad way, in a way that makes her giggle, but who knows. Anyway, so I don't know if the sense of a need to shift and brighten and color and rearrange my room, I mean more than usual (now the feeling is overwhelming) is in part related to that, or not.
I just know that I was idly browsing in boredom through a magazine and the minute I saw the pic of the quilt I just felt like I HAD to do that, just 'had to'. Not just an intellectual thing but a really sense of being driven-by-the-body to have those colors around me etc. (Interesting because usually it is yellow and gold -- energy colors -- that I crave. But I might add that somewhere, I have a velvet soft pirate's cap in some print that looks a lot like an abstract version of that quilt--I bought the cap when I was like 18--so apparently I like the color scheme and haven't changed much!)
Meanwhile... I've been coding my ass off on Taskerbot for days and days until my brain is fried. I found some bizarre bug in one of the tasking modules that really made me mad, because it's rare and occasional and I can't figure it out. So I'm just redoing the entire form/script and doing it differently this time, as a different kind of fix. But everything is SO much work and SO time consuming, gods. And I'm working on planning Dr. Tart's upcoming PhP blog he wants to start, which I need to have together in a week or so, so he can work toward having it ready for his next book when it publishes. I wish I had more hours in a day!
PJ
I just had this totally left-field "AHA!" moment realization.
Many know Reich, who is most famous for his 'Orgone' energy stuff I suppose, though he was also quite brilliant as an analyst.
His book 'The Nature of the Orgasm' is very interesting. Take off the sexual component we assign to that for a minute. Basically he suggests that if you study the world, every single thing has 'cycles'. It builds up, and builds up, energetically, until it reaches some crescendo, peaks, and then falls back down again. From ocean tides to herd populations, there is pretty much nothing I can think of in our world, from microscopic biology to macroscopic sociology, where this pattern does not exist.
Timewave Zero is the McKenna brothers' mathematic computer modeling of their projected "novelty" ('change') for the human race/earth/whatever (sorry to be unclear but I didn't read the whole book and that was eons ago). Basically, based on their models, they projected that the "degree of novelty" was going to get more and more exponentially extreme, until at the very end it pretty much went off the charts into a sort of maximum. Curiously, their timeframe for this was something like December 21, 2012, at 5:59:59 AM (and some sub-seconds). (I forget what timezone that is. Zulu maybe? Buy the book.)
Now many people might recognize that as the infamous "Year of Ending" of the Mayan calendar.
I just realized: it's an orgasm. It's a cycle. TIME has the SAME cycles that everything else does.
I know that's a very weird thought. But then I'm kinda weird.
PJ
P.S. This hit me just between pondering whether CFPARAM would validate form input data for team-based tasking better than dynamic IF statements or in-form javascript, and wondering whether just putting in my default datetime value (12/21/2012 5:59:59 AM) would suffice and if they screw it up, just making it easy to edit. Who says that programming is not a tool of insight? ;-)
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