Explaining the 'thrust' behind quantum entanglement.
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Posted:Mar 25, 2024 10:31 am
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So I went on my little adventure and met some real keen young minds who were lapping up advice and I had to stop myself from going too far.
It was not fair to make jokes that flew over their heads.
The obvious one was that the young maturity would succumb and after a lifetime would re-emerge.
I'd woken up in the motel room with a demanding hardon and the window was open and the curtain pulled across.
I loved spending the night that way but the morning light had caught me out and school k$ds were walking along only meters away as I stimulated the objects 'thirst'.
It was funny how the day unfolded and how beautiful and innocent they were.
I wanted to say something like 'why not just throw the quadratic formula on the board down there with its proof and just see if it made any of them 'twitch'.
It would be the start of a journey.
They needed protection from what was to come and a young lad who had recently been to school there found his picture on the wall and I jokingly said to him "what advice can you give yourself?".
An older gen male me gave a laugh and it was that you could not ignore the obvious way the young man thought.
He quietly grappled with the stunning and rapid new dimension that would overwhelm his senses.
Then I wanted to scream, NO NO NO don't be fooled and fall into that trap!!!
It was then that the older man and I took to reasonable conversation about what intrigued us.
I mentioned a puzzle I'd found to work out, about the building that disappeared on the street I lived.
A little digging found that the whole topsoil had to be replaced because of the amount of needles buried in it.
Then after that I felt I needed to wander past all the old things I still remembered in the street.
There was such a gaping flaw in how life worked.
Visions of Billy Madison shaking the head saying 'never leave here' came to mind.
Life wasn't fair.
The demand it put on you and the consequences that put you under strain.
How could you be put to explain yourself when it was so rigged to make you fail?
I was devastated , at the pall of it all.
The headmaster seemed a reasonable woman and we spoke quietly about the matters confronting the world.
She was attentive to my response and I guess she was drawn to me.
No one else got her attention.
Had life been everything she'd expected from it?
I wanted to tell the students that I still had the same questions from that time I was in, their timeframe.
Still unanswered, to really just explain the instinctive side of her mind.
I'd never found a woman I wanted to breed with.
It was the cold way I was brought up too.
Perfect if you wanted to bury yourself in physics.
I stopped off at the old newsagent and found a book that suited me.
It was by Matt Parker, about four dimensions.
I needed four dimensions right then to lose my brain in.
It had been a mistake to ever go there.
Maybe I jut wanted to take the Toyota out onto the open road to see 'how she goes'.
It was exceptional too, eating up the miles in fifth gear like it was nothing.
It was a long trip too and I liked it that way.
I planned on making some headway into my thoughts by the time I got home.
A sense of despondancy was all I got.
Then realizing the toll I'd have to pay. 
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The fog !
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Posted:Mar 18, 2024 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2024 2:19 am 12114 Views
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It was a moment of madness and the urgent message was to find somewhere high, and quickly.
So I flew up the mountain path and some others had done the same but we couldn't see anything much. The fog covered the land but we could see over it like we were traveling in a jet.
Someone pointed out a change happening far in the distance and the sky looked dirty.
It was an impact one guy said and another was busy tuning his radio.
A mass of distressed voices raised the alarm and we caught that a wave was coming.
How far inland would it come and were we high enough.
Someone thought they could hear something so we quietened straining our ears for the sound of the approaching wave.
It seemed so surreal, to go from a normal morning to be confronted by the unfolding disaster.
We would undoubtedly hear the water coming, smashing trees and whatever but because of the fog we couldn't see anything.
How high would the water come up the mountain?
Now the distant dirty brown sky was spreading and many would be thrust into the growing darkness.
Maybe a hail of rocks too.
Then we could hear something approaching in the distance.
Unlike anything I'd ever heard before.
A rumbling sound as the water forced its way inland.
Coming in between the mountain ranges.
Everyone looked shocked.
No one knew what to do !
The blasted fog hid everything !
It was only the sound that we had to figure it out.
Then cows could be heard in the distance, way below our height.
I remembered being trapped by a bushfire once, the darkness and stillness before the firestorm.
Then the wind swept in the flying embers that stung when they touched your skin.
Millions of them, and the smoke!
It seared your lungs.
Now the dirty patch of sky was heading towards us and we'd have to retreat to the vehicles when it came.
Then no end in sight, maybe in a day or two we could try to get down again but the roads would all be blocked by the fallen timber.
We'd be forced to go on foot.
I had a bunker but with no way to find it in the changed landscape.
What I needed was a GPS location.
Then it would take a lot of digging to uncover it.
I had to find the radio to find out what had happened.
Was it oomarooa? That strange rock said to have arrived from an Ancient no longer existing solar system.
That's where it got its speed.
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A good story.
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Posted:Mar 17, 2024 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2024 3:16 pm 11697 Views
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If you read enough 'rags to riches' stories and liked math then maybe you'd notice something.
She learned to socialize and find fun activities that didn't cost much.
Like listening to music or reading a book.
A different path into understanding economics was found.
Silver coins with a cool history then tiny gold ones that were so much nicer to look at.
Then numbers, exponential growth.
I can't believe Bcoins were a dollar each. What gave them the edge over countless others?
Oh and the internet, I love it !!!
And in a swamp of AI and a whole lot of things you may stumble upon something tantalizing and enjoyable. enjoy !!!!!
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The 'good sense' algorithm.
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Posted:Mar 14, 2024 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2024 1:32 pm 12439 Views
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Successfully weaving a path through troubled waters could be a game of luck or skill or following your hunches.
Or insider trading?
No let's keep it honest for now.
If only I'd bought Bcoin at that early time.
You know Old heads gave all the alt coins zero value whereas its the fiat that is lacking badly.
Bcoin has a delightful inbuilt protection about it.
Only so many so no ones busy at the press printing more.
But also vulnerable in an apocalyptic way.
You may have an iron backed 12 digit code but everything could go to hell snd you have no way to use it !!
And when that happens its what you buried under your ground that makes the most sense.
Did you know 9000 underground fuel tanks spring a leak every year?
Was that just in the US?
Seriously don't go doing that !
As an environmentalist, and maybe the 'good sense' algorithm can suggest something better.
Basically you get a network of these 'sensitive' types and get their reaction to certain things.
At a future process maths could come into it.
We'd ask them things like what do you feel about water?
Like many think continents could reshape after some continental plates shifting.
Cayce described what he thought would happen.
Also we have other threats like Yellowstone which is raising the Earth but some say there's not enough in the magma chamber for us to worry about an eruption any time soon.
We have cosmic impacts to consider, and big waves.
Or it may be something good that pops out from the blue.
Jesus may arrive as planned or aliens may turn out to be friendly helping souls.
To me I see that the aliens may be our helpers. They seem to have an automated system built into their craft that makes them smash into meteorites.
There's even pics of it happening. Protecting us from nukes too perhaps.
That where God fails the aliens succeed !
Best putting your money on that.
People could well beat the curse of dictatorship.
But will the imposing males ever give up? We're seeing a world run by males doing stupid stuff.
Females have by far the numbers in Russia to end the war but it's not numbers that are in control.
Where exactly does good advice come from?
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A 'dusting' of inflections.
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Posted:Mar 13, 2024 2:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2024 5:32 pm 6024 Views
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I'd taken on a Spanish class and was thrilled when the teacher loved the way I recited my work.
I'd decided to use my lower case and had arranged the spaces as if gathering my thoughts ,or rage at the situation.
It was afterall an aggressive language, not apologetic at all, not like French that dawdled around getting good manners right.
Having just one language wasn't enough to express yourself properly.
Oh and there was Irish, what a delicious 'concept?' that is.
I'd move to Ireland just to pick that one up. I loved the cranberries, o'riordan has such a captivating sound and presence.
How could any SOAB abuse her?
Males had run'a'muck, lost all sense of respect it seemed.
I'd taken to telling jokes in my 'Irish tongue' and just the accent made em laugh, and it amazed me how the words and tone slipped so naturally off my tongue.
I would definitely have to go there and just see if I could fit in with the crowd.
Fact is I've never felt like I'd fitted in anywhere.
I loved the rain and cold places and the touch of stone.
I often thought of building with stone but there wasn't much of that around.
I'd found some 'good ones' on my walks but it would take a long time at that rate to get enough.
I wanted a small castle with a flag on top.
The view was already there and I'd easily get lost enjoying it.
I wondered about the first white to cross the space to finally be awed by the splendor of the view.
Some double hinged windows that would open out to give an unhindered view.
The magnificence of it cried out for the lofty tones of the panpipe to fill the gorgeous space.
Sound was my life afterall, I loved everything about it.
The frogs too, they connected with space and time in a magical way, they brought oxygen 2 , that work to mind.
Now we were getting somewhere and once I'd learned the secret, the secret of how the mind could be taken to zero and re-inputed with fresh data, a new personality, and that one would have Delores, front and center and all, the one's with the gift of an artistic pen would write about her, lovingly.
Dolores wrote the perfect tribute song to fit her own tragic circumstances. You can raise your glass to her in the same place she slipped away,,,,,,, How cool is that?
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Have you got a 'BIG' but?
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Posted:Mar 12, 2024 1:20 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 10:20 am 5156 Views
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Basically faith healing is total BS, but not if it does heal you.
I got into understanding the benefits of using the mind from an introduction by Joe Dispenza.
Proof that the mind does make chemicals that can do a range of things.
If you find a way to stimulate the creation of good chemicals then does it really matter if what caused that is false?
Have you broken some karmic law by doing that?
Maybe by finding your own cure a doctor went broke,
It is a complicated world afterall and every action has a sometimes equal and opposing reaction.
When you're old and wise you realize that avoiding issues/problems is much better than trying to solve them after the fact.
Unless your time machine allows you to go back and fix that.
Maybe you're fast approaching your first billion by being an idol but you find out that two people have died whilst young and impressionable and in a fervent haste to get to one of your concerts and have died in an accident then does that ever leave your mind?
As far as music goes the real live concert stuff really sucks in the sound department.
So much better the reworked stuff and that is where a joy awaits you.
Life is so hard to get right , and it is a lot like playing chess to me.
It can be a quick or drawn out game.
There's no rule that I can see that makes it just fall into place, so you have a good life.
Wealth may only confuse the argument.
Having enough and no more maybe the way to do it.
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Dark side of the orchestra.
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Posted:Mar 10, 2024 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2024 3:22 pm 5404 Views
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You didn't want to get on the orchestra's dark side.
My movie plot reminds me of something ridiculous like one of the "The Avengers" fanciful predicaments.
Jaws sound track is one of the more forceful ones.
As a movie maker I used music to foretell the next move.
I wanted it to be comical but there's no denying how cornered the character was.
Another one was drawn out and the bemused crowd could be heard over the din.
One voiced a tone of consternation, but then throats tightened and quietened as the handle was pulled and the blade dropped.
Some found that arousing and afterall it was their fantasy that they'd paid good money for.
So who were we to judge?
I'd had multiple accents worked out over time and Spanish or French, whatever it didn't bother me to do it.
The sound of a head dropping into a bucket always made me try to stifle my laugh.
It was over the top silly !
I loved reliving my school days though.
The girls told their dirty tales too. One teacher was said to have made the boys sit at the front so they could see his old fella poking out from his shorts.
If only I was making this stuff up, ...........................................
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Male.... not a good time.
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Posted:Mar 9, 2024 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2024 11:48 am 6021 Views
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Going to visit old friends in the city but it took a while to find somewhere to stay that looked safe.
Juve crime is up 30% from the previous year and repeat offenders never learn.
Society it seemed is in a hole.
We have rallies everywhere now demanding that the government do something and will that ever happen?
One story on the main page shows a new immigrant washing himself naked in front of k!ds next to a beach and he wouldn't stop or cover himself but issued the threat that people would d!e if he's not given a job.
A mass of women assembled to complete a jog through the forest to protest against the women jogger being murdered and hidden away somewhere.
The accused male assh*le won't say where he put her.
Then globally it's the Russians on a k!lling rampage !
Then the male corporations with names like Fink screwing the population for trillions.
Males are just bad news.
Easy for me as a T to slip by in the crowd without female markswomen focusing their sights on me.
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My wicked women story! Should I tell it?
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Posted:Mar 9, 2024 3:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2024 10:57 am 5581 Views
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In real life the women I know are lovely, so I'm not bitter or a misogynist.
Really it stems from my earliest experience and I'd been treated like sh!t by males, and I thought God help women if they tried to pick a partner from that lot.
And women liked me but I was more in the middle about sex, not belonging to either side so I don't identify with either in particular.
So here's me in my early days with only one book and that one was given to me by a kind soul who did believe that a God was watching over us.
He mentioned that God would talk to him. He explained things he'd found in the book , he was the one who told me about how the Jews had a stumbling block named Jesus.
I've never been sold on the book but I did like the idea of there being an end to the troubles that were spread across the land.
I also wondered why the book seemed to be biased, in males favor.
Pig headed types who wrote the thing had aggressively taken control and even found proof in the book to give that weight.
And I spotted somewhere that enmity between the sexes was brought into existence to punish a sin.
The thing is if God put females second then what would become of that?
We chose partners and in effect was designing the opposite sex through natural selection.
Ratios that make a good breeding partner or someone able to find food in the forest.
Now the thing is you could maybe hatch a plan that would explain things.
Like why the Universities have a much greater turnout of women.
Are they smarter and how did that come about?
Maybe males had to be a little stupid, behind the game to get lumbered with the breeding cycle.
Or were women choosing lowly males to gain an edge over them?
Males that drank beer, farted and stupidly said the first silly thing that came into their minds.
Then women took the next step and claimed a oneness with creation, meditating and partaking in ceremonies that sought to gain Gods attention so he could right his unfairness.
But the thing is when women had reach the epoch, was there really a God to listen?
No one really knew.
The males weren't interested in that state of perfection, now only beer swilling pigs who farted and fought in bar fights. Maybe measured their dicks to brag about that !!!!!
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Savant for an hour, and the number 3.
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Posted:Mar 7, 2024 1:57 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 11:56 pm 5803 Views
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A three had jumped out of the stone so i looked up the number 3.
A big deal in many lucid imaginations. Tesla found a connection at 3 in the morning.
A holy trinity too.
The mind is a wonderful thing too, able to pull a trick or two.
I'd woken at 4 and nothing was doing so I set myself to sleep and next I know I wake with the sun coming up, and in the middle of a dream.
I memorized it before it was lost.
It started with being set an IQ test, just like the many doc had given me and I thought I'd probably ace it as I'd seen all the questions before but this was different and a barrage of images flicked by, too quick for me to put in an answer and I got pissed that I wasn't answering any of them, so I averted my eyes and ignored them but they still rolled on and I wanted them to stop, then they started stopping revealing information about each pic, the date and what had happened, and I awoke looking for someone to blame but no one was there and I wasn't on the machine the doc had built either.
I think I'd glimpsed how it was for a savant, pictures with stories and being trapped in a nightmare.
With no way to break free !!!
Be careful what you ask for !
My plan was to awaken as a savant in the same fashion as I'd defeated schizophrenia. A autistic savant could memorize a scene so well he could draw it exactly from his head.
(Stephen Wiltshire)
I wondered what the doc would make of my dream, maybe he'd explain it like how a coma worked, that you'd be lost for a while, not aware of time at all.
He'd done more research on what we'd found was an Island and he wondered if it had somehow escaped from the destruction.
The men who'd gone missing had gone across the sea to the mainland and never came back.
Why? What dangers lay there? We would take a tour flying high above the land to view its scars and see what the problem was.
The girls were excited too and wanted to come along.
It was the least we could do for them to help them find out what had happened to their men. 
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