Tomorrow the Berkeley Book Festival

Today, a coffee shop incident. I mentioned to the girl that a small book called  "Money, Sex, and Power..." could be sold there on the counter, a small book. When you turn the page: "...is not what this book is about." It is about obtaining feelings of satisfaction as you manifest your share of those things, but also of what is beyond that. Recapture your lost youth today! Right now, in fact. 

You do this by summing up the knowledge and values of all the ages, young, middle, and old which is really a new stage of youth. 

Tomorrow May 4-5 is the Berkeley International Book Festival. Too bad it is not a Thinker, or Creative problem solving festival where all the formats are used: books, articles, videos, movies, flyers,  public TV, audio books. 

Of course it should have two questions from every attendee, estimated to be 15,000. That's 30,000 general questions, published, and feasted on by the creative problem solvers. This is how I think, and won't you join me in this kind of vision? Without it, DGI fails, and the world may yet collapse under the weight of its own ignorance, and the overlooking of the search for the thinkers and creative problem solvers among us.  Computers are so useless to me in my work; they only give answers. We request your thoughts, del operators are balancing on their points, waiting. 

I want books sold everywhere, voices voices voices. It is much too silent, not as if the world is a public library (which should have rock and roll night, but that is another matter of concern). Few authors, even though short stories pay about $700 and 150-page books pay about $27,000-30,000 to start. Get your head in the game, unless you are super satisfied with: the job you do, the people you see at work, the pay, and are tolerant of the hours, then tell your friends about us. We are about business in America so the 80% that are broke can save some money. 

Hunger is passion. You have 4 brains, one is the pancreas. Has connections to the brain with neurons. Is a biochemical brain. 

Buy and read my books. I include the need for the Emotional OK from us and our families to proceed in project-oriented ventures, at least by proxy (empower your friends and relatives). 

Read a book on how hi-rises are made to stand tall. Could not put it down; it was riveting.

As you know, this will be by writing, invention, the arts, multiple products sales in local and international markets. Other than that, see above. 100 accounts in 35 metros X $100 per account = $350,000 a month, takes 3 years total, but 10 K is right there as your first destination. It is an emotional state of mind. 

But remember that 4 out of 3 people are not good at mathematics and everybody, metaphorically, hates sales: all businesses sell products and services, their definition. Hint: get someone to do sales who likes sales. Pause. That's long enough, continue.

You and your significant other, yes, the one that put "just married" in the back of your wedding car, like, that's all, "just" married, can drive around getting accounts. 

How romantic! What sweet memories of Empire! You park the car and go walking around charming people into allowing your product on consignment for a month or two. You are building an antenna, a radio wave transmitter into the minds of whoever sees your product on their shelf. Think: they have 400-500 products, what's one more if not free money for them? My own wealth is assured with my release of Mouse Flavor cat food.

The coffee shop girl: I also said to her that I was sad there were not more books and voices everywhere, an ongoing thinker festival 24-7...had she heard of things like Self-Realization, Enlightenment, Ideals, she said yes, enthusiastically. 

At that moment I knew: we are hidden behind a wall of time and generation, let us call them young, mid aged, and old (not that big a deal; hang on for 20 years you begin Immortality treatments). 

Sure, under 20 they are pumped up with ideals like a cow is pumped up with hormones (incidentally, I already have "vegan" on the back burner, enough nonsense is enough. I will be hypnotized into hating meat, wish me luck). We have been eating wrong our whole lives, yet we claim we are not animals. Well we sure have animal-like appetite for things that walk around in the splendid beauty of Nature. 

So: somehow the sum total of what all the ages see is not shown to the others, the sum total of ideas generated and lived by. Gee, for an environment that really does not care much about much of anything, a kind of passive soda vending machine, somebody has gone to a great deal of scheming to get us to believe in Ideals under twenty, and then at 21...

I had to warn her! That was why I had been sent there from the future! I returned and told her that at 21 the world would tap her on the shoulder and say, "We were just kidding; it's all about money."

I told her to stay strong and create art. She said of course, that we each create an art piece with our lives. Red hair that glows in the dark never looked lovelier. 

At the book festival: I will hand out 500 cards. I wonder: will I find some kind of hyper people from the world of ideas, of course people who get it?  Will they be Earth Angels? 

I went to a psychologist, complaining of loss of Oceanic Feelings, having trouble jump starting them after some "trauma," and you can get visionary trauma in the magnification of the vision to the point of hurt or extreme joy sometimes. Feeling great can hurt your stomach because you laugh so hard and the colors seem so much brighter. 

I realized I did not need to go, my PTSD was already subsiding, I was not hitting the roof when I was startled, now just jumping two feet off the ground. Progress again. Anxieties? Yes, still having them. 

I had a One Step Beyond anxiety: that I had something to do, but could not remember (worse, had not written down, and I am list compulsive) what it was. Was this the beginning of Jewish guilt? I did not have the traditional Jewish upbringing (primarily because I'm Catholic). Was I breaking the commandment "do this important thing?" What was it? I was sure I was crazy or crazier, depending on the day: I had gotten everything done meticulously! There was nothing to do! My errands were all done except for a conservative two loads of wash, not too squished in all together, just two. 

Then I got a call that I had forgotten to turn in some paper that I was totally unaware I even had to fill out. (One Step Beyond spooky music here, dial it up now). 

I have seen 13 ghosts, and it could have been 14 or a Deja vu about a memory of a cat running by me. I cannot figure out the fun in cats, maybe in the animal husbandry, but they don't wag their tail much, they don't look up at me in loving manner, nothing. They are so aloof! Perhaps they are well off, since apparently they give dogs "cat scans" and we're talking big money. Dogs start few businesses, almost always the same services. 

10 regular "in the darkness side of vision" ghosts

1 ghost dressed in white evangelist suit moving across, quickly, stooped, left side

2 birds, dark, small, flying left to right, 2 separate instances.

Why the left side? I must consult my book on Roman omens. Stay tuned. I assure you we can make film and perform comedy, and work on our writing and inventions. DGI is a machine to instantaneously solve problems based on Bayesian data, advanced pattern recognition across fields, advanced data base acquisition, but the best for last: 

it applies super creativity to the problems that we did not even know we had, so: there is some Sigmoid curve in all this, as well as the Bell curve, Gauss' theorem of loose electrical charges inside a closed conductor, and off we go, here are the keys kid, take up the space ship around the world and have it back by midnight, all on auto pilot. Oh, Johnny, you forgot your Green's Theorems, at least the first three.