The Angry person
The angry person is just about ready to cry. The kind person is predisposed to acts of kindness and they cry when they see them in media or before their eyes. The happy person: is so ready to give to you everything, to unite ALL (I like caps; it's like you mean it) the concepts, wrap them in a pretty bow, and make them your gifts.
Of course, gifts not accepted. Returned for the money.
(All you have learned by 30) > (anything not super interesting you learn after). The world for many of us is about CURIOSITY and its projections inner and outer.
We know our lives are ONGOING ART PROJECTS, until it is time to download our memories, wake up from the dream (developed restitutional experiment and mechanics of), and slither home from our reptile world. We are the reptiles, inhabiting these carapaces.
Why do you not wonder about dreaming, how to know what it is, how to program it? And, after you read this, except for 3 of you, you will forget about the dreaming experience, shrouded in mystery, and not think about dreaming much at all.
I am the speaker in an abandoned auditorium; no one is listening. Am I talking to myself? Well then, I shall speak my truth then not to change your world (of course, mine is totally changed for the better with these principles).
The mind and its intellect are machines for figuring things out with much more than logic and intellect built in; do you recognize this?
Suppose the mechanics of your life went perfectly, and you are even looking into a very clever immortality sort of thing, by becoming a first subject for the experimentation of Telomerase, which stops the aging, then 30 years later reverses it. Would you choose to be a child? Guess what, you are still the child, it lives within you.
The actual problem with immortality is BOREDOM.Your brain archives common experiences and if lucky remembers some of your peak experiences. But you: what do you care about brain?
Imagine you go for a 30 minute walk, your mother sends you to the store to buy something, or get her a sandwich. You scan about 3 M things in that 30 minutes: what do you remember? Do you remember what you had for lunch yesterday? What your dead relatives look like?
So much of the trickery is Nature, and Nature's way. Do you really think that your entire life passes before your eyes before your die?
I almost got run over by a truck the other day, and just before this happened my entire sex life passed before my eyes; I had plenty of time to get out of the way!
Here, and you read it here only: think of your death. If your body was not destroyed, your brain-mind still complete, do you not live and think for another 30 minutes? What do you think happens then, as things are dimming, shock spreading. Tell me what you think about then. it might be an hour.
Send your energies to the Great Attractor, see what's just past it (is it the big ship I was on when I sent my life-force to the edge of the universe "for fun" just to see what I would see) I saw a big ship, gray, space itself next to it, black. And my senses were extended, which dreams are trying to tell us is one of our abilities:
How many bodies do you have? Is this real one so real? Mostly empty unknown space (post-quantum phenomena is like children: can be seen, not heard). How about your dream body?
Do you notice you are always you they way you are now that is doing the dreaming? And that there is a second you at times, omniscient you, far away, looking at a scene through ghostly eyes?
It was the second set of eyes that saw the ship.
Now, although I do not like to toot my horn, in anger I must say I am the most curious person on the planet at this time, and I wish to meet others. This is the new evolution, where you wake up curious and full of wonder about how the big clock universe is put together, its parts.
Physics, which at the time I did not know was "science" fed me lots of stuff, but when 9-11 came, I could see that we had not been thinking, so I developed Department of Good ideas. Then I came alive folks!
Do not get me wrong at all: I love physics, mathematical physics was the foundation for the thoughts you see at DGI and this blog.
But the house was added to with the Idea Sharing idea and the other 300 ideas, they became me. It took some time, but I realized, as if one image somewhere in our minds is supplanted by another one, this whole TRANCE HYPNOSIS, this DARK AGE RAGING STILL, that few were THINKING or even dared guess WHAT THERE IS TO THINK ABOUT (which are the derivatives from all 240 counties and 11,000 inhabited islands, plus forgotten history of the 100 B; you can't tell me they only had biographies of famous men? There was a world here for them! And we come to the second part, if you can believe it, or this particular blog on 6/2/2027, a date well futurians call 32 CL. We have come to know the world in terms of Craigslist years.
Now, 2027 is century 22, since there are four centuries within the 2000's like there were two in the 1900's. From now, the intellectual equivalent of 100 years from where you are, what do you think we see?
A world where the people still do not know their brain-mind system.
For, I can tell you that for all your gold, and all your cars, there is a part that calls for home, for a connection with others that may never be, because : we are travelers, and we're travelling apart at speeds, faster than light.
We are the dog and that cat that get along, we are all from the same country, those lines do not exist when you see the Earth from Space.
We have been mistakenly taken to a place of difference, that we are all different. I have news for you: we all share the same planet and the same human bodies, we must IDEA SHARE and by uniting the thoughts of 8 B we immediately solve the problems and get our high energy people on the implementations.
This is why we falter: as children, we believe, we have to, that there are great well meaning adults at the helm of spaceship Earth. To arrive at such esteem, they must be noble, caring, well meaning, and strong. Then we grow a little and sense this is not true, the people anywhere are in power if only they would realize their miraculous powers within with the help of FAMILY (new family, plugged into the DGI Intelligence network, getting up to date world news from the OPPORTUNITY INDEX FOR ALL COUNTRIES, a complete world picture view of the place, including: how do you start a pizza shop there from here?
Then, as adult, you wonder if there should not be more checks on governance: my bus driver takes drug tests for the responsibility of 40 lives; does the congress person take one, with 325 M at stake?
As an adult, you find your own people, your own group, you live in the hills, you forget about the others, unless your curiosity maintains your attention on the scenes before your eyes.
And see, truly see, with eyes that can see (meaning: all 4 levels of outer and inner vision, and the dream thing) you must before the castigations begin, before your skin crumples, and every 45 minutes it's breakfast.
Live it up, but read your DGI to figure out the second part of our human dilemma: how to deal with our emotions, and what to do with the others.
Point being that although you are so rich now, you must still deal with your inner self and its relative peace, and also with fact you are a human social animal. To some degree we need others, to some degree others are our problem, they introduce a mixture of things into your picture view. Your brain literally paints visual illusions before our eyes so quick and under the radar we do not know this is how "we" our brains make us see the realities it wants us to see.
You may feel just fine. After 40, if not married, you go whew, I ducked a big one. Since half the marriages (legal contracts; island it's done by eyes only, no paper) end in divorce, it feels great to not be married. Would kids have been nice? Who is to say for sure, the people change so fast, where is the "real" person?
Your mind has no words. It sends little feelings regarding its issues, as developed by a memory. There are no sentences embedded in amber, of fossils of nouns.
To a large degree, the alien rider instructs the body on what to do by use of the emotions, but that is another story, and from the sounds of it a science fiction story. You see, I write like a tree that grows foundation and branches, each leaf a thought, and tumbling down it tells it all.
Of course, gifts not accepted. Returned for the money.
(All you have learned by 30) > (anything not super interesting you learn after). The world for many of us is about CURIOSITY and its projections inner and outer.
We know our lives are ONGOING ART PROJECTS, until it is time to download our memories, wake up from the dream (developed restitutional experiment and mechanics of), and slither home from our reptile world. We are the reptiles, inhabiting these carapaces.
Why do you not wonder about dreaming, how to know what it is, how to program it? And, after you read this, except for 3 of you, you will forget about the dreaming experience, shrouded in mystery, and not think about dreaming much at all.
I am the speaker in an abandoned auditorium; no one is listening. Am I talking to myself? Well then, I shall speak my truth then not to change your world (of course, mine is totally changed for the better with these principles).
The mind and its intellect are machines for figuring things out with much more than logic and intellect built in; do you recognize this?
Suppose the mechanics of your life went perfectly, and you are even looking into a very clever immortality sort of thing, by becoming a first subject for the experimentation of Telomerase, which stops the aging, then 30 years later reverses it. Would you choose to be a child? Guess what, you are still the child, it lives within you.
The actual problem with immortality is BOREDOM.Your brain archives common experiences and if lucky remembers some of your peak experiences. But you: what do you care about brain?
Imagine you go for a 30 minute walk, your mother sends you to the store to buy something, or get her a sandwich. You scan about 3 M things in that 30 minutes: what do you remember? Do you remember what you had for lunch yesterday? What your dead relatives look like?
So much of the trickery is Nature, and Nature's way. Do you really think that your entire life passes before your eyes before your die?
I almost got run over by a truck the other day, and just before this happened my entire sex life passed before my eyes; I had plenty of time to get out of the way!
Here, and you read it here only: think of your death. If your body was not destroyed, your brain-mind still complete, do you not live and think for another 30 minutes? What do you think happens then, as things are dimming, shock spreading. Tell me what you think about then. it might be an hour.
Send your energies to the Great Attractor, see what's just past it (is it the big ship I was on when I sent my life-force to the edge of the universe "for fun" just to see what I would see) I saw a big ship, gray, space itself next to it, black. And my senses were extended, which dreams are trying to tell us is one of our abilities:
How many bodies do you have? Is this real one so real? Mostly empty unknown space (post-quantum phenomena is like children: can be seen, not heard). How about your dream body?
Do you notice you are always you they way you are now that is doing the dreaming? And that there is a second you at times, omniscient you, far away, looking at a scene through ghostly eyes?
It was the second set of eyes that saw the ship.
Now, although I do not like to toot my horn, in anger I must say I am the most curious person on the planet at this time, and I wish to meet others. This is the new evolution, where you wake up curious and full of wonder about how the big clock universe is put together, its parts.
Physics, which at the time I did not know was "science" fed me lots of stuff, but when 9-11 came, I could see that we had not been thinking, so I developed Department of Good ideas. Then I came alive folks!
Do not get me wrong at all: I love physics, mathematical physics was the foundation for the thoughts you see at DGI and this blog.
But the house was added to with the Idea Sharing idea and the other 300 ideas, they became me. It took some time, but I realized, as if one image somewhere in our minds is supplanted by another one, this whole TRANCE HYPNOSIS, this DARK AGE RAGING STILL, that few were THINKING or even dared guess WHAT THERE IS TO THINK ABOUT (which are the derivatives from all 240 counties and 11,000 inhabited islands, plus forgotten history of the 100 B; you can't tell me they only had biographies of famous men? There was a world here for them! And we come to the second part, if you can believe it, or this particular blog on 6/2/2027, a date well futurians call 32 CL. We have come to know the world in terms of Craigslist years.
Now, 2027 is century 22, since there are four centuries within the 2000's like there were two in the 1900's. From now, the intellectual equivalent of 100 years from where you are, what do you think we see?
A world where the people still do not know their brain-mind system.
For, I can tell you that for all your gold, and all your cars, there is a part that calls for home, for a connection with others that may never be, because : we are travelers, and we're travelling apart at speeds, faster than light.
We are the dog and that cat that get along, we are all from the same country, those lines do not exist when you see the Earth from Space.
We have been mistakenly taken to a place of difference, that we are all different. I have news for you: we all share the same planet and the same human bodies, we must IDEA SHARE and by uniting the thoughts of 8 B we immediately solve the problems and get our high energy people on the implementations.
This is why we falter: as children, we believe, we have to, that there are great well meaning adults at the helm of spaceship Earth. To arrive at such esteem, they must be noble, caring, well meaning, and strong. Then we grow a little and sense this is not true, the people anywhere are in power if only they would realize their miraculous powers within with the help of FAMILY (new family, plugged into the DGI Intelligence network, getting up to date world news from the OPPORTUNITY INDEX FOR ALL COUNTRIES, a complete world picture view of the place, including: how do you start a pizza shop there from here?
Then, as adult, you wonder if there should not be more checks on governance: my bus driver takes drug tests for the responsibility of 40 lives; does the congress person take one, with 325 M at stake?
As an adult, you find your own people, your own group, you live in the hills, you forget about the others, unless your curiosity maintains your attention on the scenes before your eyes.
And see, truly see, with eyes that can see (meaning: all 4 levels of outer and inner vision, and the dream thing) you must before the castigations begin, before your skin crumples, and every 45 minutes it's breakfast.
Live it up, but read your DGI to figure out the second part of our human dilemma: how to deal with our emotions, and what to do with the others.
Point being that although you are so rich now, you must still deal with your inner self and its relative peace, and also with fact you are a human social animal. To some degree we need others, to some degree others are our problem, they introduce a mixture of things into your picture view. Your brain literally paints visual illusions before our eyes so quick and under the radar we do not know this is how "we" our brains make us see the realities it wants us to see.
You may feel just fine. After 40, if not married, you go whew, I ducked a big one. Since half the marriages (legal contracts; island it's done by eyes only, no paper) end in divorce, it feels great to not be married. Would kids have been nice? Who is to say for sure, the people change so fast, where is the "real" person?
Your mind has no words. It sends little feelings regarding its issues, as developed by a memory. There are no sentences embedded in amber, of fossils of nouns.
To a large degree, the alien rider instructs the body on what to do by use of the emotions, but that is another story, and from the sounds of it a science fiction story. You see, I write like a tree that grows foundation and branches, each leaf a thought, and tumbling down it tells it all.
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