Towards a Distant Star
So much is changing and changing fast. Here come the visionaries! Here come the well meaning people to collaborate and improve things in every way, as predicted by evolution.
10-Million year old plant, they dance
Soon a more complete issues to solve list will be accomplished. We are needed in many sectors, imagine each person as a bubble: the tension in the bubble is effected by Mind, Body, and Money issues, of course inner Spirit-Heart is in there somewhere, and while we are at it, the social, the social tribal element which has tons of pre sets, is in there too.
Social life is a big mess, so many things to deal with, important to you, the others in the picture, your family, back and forth, cattle prods issued all the time: fear and embarrassment, subconscious power searches, and just where do I plug this thing in? How can I reach for what I want?
If you noticed, DepartmentOfGoodIdeas.com has a couple of looks now, called Shambala, the appearance of the 24 Golden cities for 24 hours every 300 years. That's how we roll!
DGI has many new features and inventions coming on, it is a very exciting part of my life now, I haven't done anything like this in months. The zig-zags, as predicted, gave me inspirations:
One new ones are for me is "15 Ways to Raise Henry" which is kind of a test for parents to see just what kinds of plans are out there for the first 5 years of life and living for that child, from the first 100 billion humans that have come before: at least half are parents. This is important, all parents have their love, and their training abilities are constantly challenged: why not have the voices of the first 100 billion in your ear while cooking and changing diapers?
By the way, the true heroes in the story are families, which can be two, and single people.
There is no substitute for intelligence, the sum of the smarts and their connections, but that much said, spirituality trumps intelligence every time, because spirituality connects.
And this is not because of mysticism, which is nothing more than the ability to see beyond any veils of occlusion, and go, "Eh?" be curious, be concerned, perhaps even form projects. Some people are born project-driven.
Some people are literally born doing things they never learned, the circuits are in them, I know physics people like that, architects, home designers like this, athletes, and musicians too now that I think about it. I was born ready and able to think, I had full average vocabulary at 2 years old, although I still had to be burped. Eat baby food you will love it! Even those farmers would not mess up the taste of those pears, the compotes, the apples, this is the super-organic!
Baby shampoo only costs 99-cents. Gentle, mild on your hair, soft. And, make sure you sleep in a giant baggie so you wake up fresh and unspoiled.
Emotional people live out loud. The professionals boy, they work like 80 hours a week to get rich. Let us say you are visiting your friend, a new member of that group. He has some millions, at least on paper. He is envious of the guy across the street, who has a legitimate 10 million, who is envious of the guy down the street in the cul de sac that has 100 million, who in turn is super-envious of his billionaire friend, who eats at home and enjoys a lifestyle of design and luxury, perhaps even has a 9-piece band in the bathroom (sometimes only piano and drums, depending on mood), shower radio, and has bought for his dog a little boy.
Well, this is all why DGI does brain research and lives in the hills: I cannot take the life, the social life, the emptiness, the lack of anything other than drinking: DGI never liked the taste of alcohol, never got past it, and it is all because of one afternoon in Habana, the b is correct, in 1957 when DGI (not yet known by that name, or football quarterback Indian Joe, for that matter), and is quite laughing not really, more like watching intently an episode of I Love Lucy.
I am watching it in Spanish, but I do not know this anymore than a Chinese person eating food thinks they are eating Chinese food, it's just food.
Ricky had to get a day job, and Lucy and her friend Ethel sneak into Ricky's job for some hare-brained reason. they dress like workmen wearing fake mustaches (as if that Lucy could hide her outrageous good looks: there was a lot of bump, in that rump), and go to replace the water.
Of course, they make a mistake and replace the big water bottle with Vodka. While in the foreground they are talking about Ricky, in the background more and more people are crowding around the vodka, and I hear one of them say: "Hmm, better than water!"
I am quite impressionable, it's Habana, the 50's, better than water is all I can remember.
In the next scene, it is Christmas, not sure if one or two. We in the Catholic countries have two, one on the 25, the other January 6 when presents were also brought.
My uncle says to me: How about a drink of vodka? at the family dinner.
Vodka? Si, tio. better than water his eyes twinkle, hands me a shot glass of vodka, small amount, but since it has been called similar to water, better even, I chug it back.
Leaping lizards! I feel as if I am attacked by a powerful heat consuming my middle chest, I jump backwards from my chair and fall about 8 feet from where I was. It is possible this affected my taste for alcohol, the other contributing factor that I like all kinds of ice cream and would never say, "I drank 20 milkshakes!"
15 Ways to Raise Henry is a compendium of 15 versions of how to raise a child, derived from the last 100 billion people. Like Bruce Lee (not Bruce Lie), pick what your heart and minds conspire for that wonderful treasure and thank you very much for bringing this astronaut, this hero, this rock super star into the world! Joyous births for all parents on this day!
The other project is the virtual tail for humans. I love dogs now, although it is with shame and post trauma that I report that for years I avoided certain cities for fear that there might be dogs. Again it goes back to Cuba in the 1950's, the fact that my dog King (who I only saw through a metal barred window, never actually touched the fellow) had attended DePauw university.
They flaunt it that's what they do! They wag that thing in preparation of the traditional Canadian licking, and the calling of ham, "bacon" just like that super hip weatherman that says that tomorrow, it's going to be "cool" and then the insult: MORON, this later. Nobody cares or notices.
While we are venting here, when I am walking and someone is coming my way: why is it always me that gets out of the way? Why do they remove the silverware when I sit down at a restaurant? Are my intentions that obvious?
Oh, yeah, I am putting some DGI personnel on this virtual tail thing, tail gate: Why the damn aliens took out the proud monkey tails we once had, I will never know, nor do I care. I want my tail and I want it now! I want to be walking and wagging, strutting my stuff, ah, that is why the aliens took it out, I get it now: the tail is an extension of the CNS spinal antenna, our signals would be much stronger, and we are designed to evolve to individuals, yes, strong ones and smart, too, but also a collective soul unit. We see the pattern of patterns, the grandee: from 7000 amoebas we get a cell, from 7 trillion cells we get a body, and from 7 billion Minds we get the next step in evolution: The Collective Soul (no, not the band! stop, stop, you're killing me!)
The tail wags when happy, points straight back when alert, and points down lifeless but straight, when scared, Maybe these are also reasons why to tell the building machine for data collectors to remove the tail from the monkeys.
I have the shortest joke in the world, written by D. Eader: An Irishman walks OUT of a bar!
Inspired by that triumph, I wrote the shortest science fiction story in the world:
Wormhole
(in spaceship)
Alien 1: Did you pick up the Reality Connection machine?
Alien 2: No, I thought you did.
Alien 1: Did you at least pick up the data collection robots?
Wormhole
Soon a more complete issues to solve list will be accomplished. We are needed in many sectors, imagine each person as a bubble: the tension in the bubble is effected by Mind, Body, and Money issues, of course inner Spirit-Heart is in there somewhere, and while we are at it, the social, the social tribal element which has tons of pre sets, is in there too.
Social life is a big mess, so many things to deal with, important to you, the others in the picture, your family, back and forth, cattle prods issued all the time: fear and embarrassment, subconscious power searches, and just where do I plug this thing in? How can I reach for what I want?
If you noticed, DepartmentOfGoodIdeas.com has a couple of looks now, called Shambala, the appearance of the 24 Golden cities for 24 hours every 300 years. That's how we roll!
DGI has many new features and inventions coming on, it is a very exciting part of my life now, I haven't done anything like this in months. The zig-zags, as predicted, gave me inspirations:
One new ones are for me is "15 Ways to Raise Henry" which is kind of a test for parents to see just what kinds of plans are out there for the first 5 years of life and living for that child, from the first 100 billion humans that have come before: at least half are parents. This is important, all parents have their love, and their training abilities are constantly challenged: why not have the voices of the first 100 billion in your ear while cooking and changing diapers?
By the way, the true heroes in the story are families, which can be two, and single people.
There is no substitute for intelligence, the sum of the smarts and their connections, but that much said, spirituality trumps intelligence every time, because spirituality connects.
And this is not because of mysticism, which is nothing more than the ability to see beyond any veils of occlusion, and go, "Eh?" be curious, be concerned, perhaps even form projects. Some people are born project-driven.
Some people are literally born doing things they never learned, the circuits are in them, I know physics people like that, architects, home designers like this, athletes, and musicians too now that I think about it. I was born ready and able to think, I had full average vocabulary at 2 years old, although I still had to be burped. Eat baby food you will love it! Even those farmers would not mess up the taste of those pears, the compotes, the apples, this is the super-organic!
Baby shampoo only costs 99-cents. Gentle, mild on your hair, soft. And, make sure you sleep in a giant baggie so you wake up fresh and unspoiled.
Emotional people live out loud. The professionals boy, they work like 80 hours a week to get rich. Let us say you are visiting your friend, a new member of that group. He has some millions, at least on paper. He is envious of the guy across the street, who has a legitimate 10 million, who is envious of the guy down the street in the cul de sac that has 100 million, who in turn is super-envious of his billionaire friend, who eats at home and enjoys a lifestyle of design and luxury, perhaps even has a 9-piece band in the bathroom (sometimes only piano and drums, depending on mood), shower radio, and has bought for his dog a little boy.
Well, this is all why DGI does brain research and lives in the hills: I cannot take the life, the social life, the emptiness, the lack of anything other than drinking: DGI never liked the taste of alcohol, never got past it, and it is all because of one afternoon in Habana, the b is correct, in 1957 when DGI (not yet known by that name, or football quarterback Indian Joe, for that matter), and is quite laughing not really, more like watching intently an episode of I Love Lucy.
I am watching it in Spanish, but I do not know this anymore than a Chinese person eating food thinks they are eating Chinese food, it's just food.
Ricky had to get a day job, and Lucy and her friend Ethel sneak into Ricky's job for some hare-brained reason. they dress like workmen wearing fake mustaches (as if that Lucy could hide her outrageous good looks: there was a lot of bump, in that rump), and go to replace the water.
Of course, they make a mistake and replace the big water bottle with Vodka. While in the foreground they are talking about Ricky, in the background more and more people are crowding around the vodka, and I hear one of them say: "Hmm, better than water!"
I am quite impressionable, it's Habana, the 50's, better than water is all I can remember.
In the next scene, it is Christmas, not sure if one or two. We in the Catholic countries have two, one on the 25, the other January 6 when presents were also brought.
My uncle says to me: How about a drink of vodka? at the family dinner.
Vodka? Si, tio. better than water his eyes twinkle, hands me a shot glass of vodka, small amount, but since it has been called similar to water, better even, I chug it back.
Leaping lizards! I feel as if I am attacked by a powerful heat consuming my middle chest, I jump backwards from my chair and fall about 8 feet from where I was. It is possible this affected my taste for alcohol, the other contributing factor that I like all kinds of ice cream and would never say, "I drank 20 milkshakes!"
15 Ways to Raise Henry is a compendium of 15 versions of how to raise a child, derived from the last 100 billion people. Like Bruce Lee (not Bruce Lie), pick what your heart and minds conspire for that wonderful treasure and thank you very much for bringing this astronaut, this hero, this rock super star into the world! Joyous births for all parents on this day!
The other project is the virtual tail for humans. I love dogs now, although it is with shame and post trauma that I report that for years I avoided certain cities for fear that there might be dogs. Again it goes back to Cuba in the 1950's, the fact that my dog King (who I only saw through a metal barred window, never actually touched the fellow) had attended DePauw university.
They flaunt it that's what they do! They wag that thing in preparation of the traditional Canadian licking, and the calling of ham, "bacon" just like that super hip weatherman that says that tomorrow, it's going to be "cool" and then the insult: MORON, this later. Nobody cares or notices.
While we are venting here, when I am walking and someone is coming my way: why is it always me that gets out of the way? Why do they remove the silverware when I sit down at a restaurant? Are my intentions that obvious?
Oh, yeah, I am putting some DGI personnel on this virtual tail thing, tail gate: Why the damn aliens took out the proud monkey tails we once had, I will never know, nor do I care. I want my tail and I want it now! I want to be walking and wagging, strutting my stuff, ah, that is why the aliens took it out, I get it now: the tail is an extension of the CNS spinal antenna, our signals would be much stronger, and we are designed to evolve to individuals, yes, strong ones and smart, too, but also a collective soul unit. We see the pattern of patterns, the grandee: from 7000 amoebas we get a cell, from 7 trillion cells we get a body, and from 7 billion Minds we get the next step in evolution: The Collective Soul (no, not the band! stop, stop, you're killing me!)
The tail wags when happy, points straight back when alert, and points down lifeless but straight, when scared, Maybe these are also reasons why to tell the building machine for data collectors to remove the tail from the monkeys.
I have the shortest joke in the world, written by D. Eader: An Irishman walks OUT of a bar!
Inspired by that triumph, I wrote the shortest science fiction story in the world:
Wormhole
(in spaceship)
Alien 1: Did you pick up the Reality Connection machine?
Alien 2: No, I thought you did.
Alien 1: Did you at least pick up the data collection robots?
Wormhole
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