"Dance" like an 'electron' !
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Posted:Feb 28, 2024 12:45 pm
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The doc said we were close to doing a test run of the time machine so I thought I would put together a dance routine themed around the electron, as a send off.
There'd be electricians tape, taped to the bold strutting ladies parts.
The tape 'disappearing' between the buttocks.
To stop the sparks?
We had Neo swing, that perfectly explained entangled particles, and one song asking 'what is love' , as if that matters when about to turn the world of physics upside down, round and round, think i got to boogie.
Even the doc got into it showing he could move in his synchronized dance fashion.
We had lights too and the electrons shuffled with the best of em, to make those colors burst.
I thought electrons could be cool if you knew how to treat them.
My mechanic friend at the mechanics institute only had curses for them for not doing their thing in the cars sensitive electronic circuits.
The doc would say "if it looks like a duck" as he threw the switch.
His idea was that if the craft was altered to fit another dimension then that's where it would automatically go and the timer circuit would switch it back sending it home again !!! Then we'd view the tape to see what's on the 'other side'.
Alien dance moves ?  Or God? 
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Getting on the power/wanker train !
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Posted:Feb 27, 2024 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2024 6:49 pm 6054 Views
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Bitcoin lost something.
Now the big players are involved in it and new rules about how it's traded and government controls that made it law on how you could use it. A tradable commodity without owning it.
Now threats that 'they'll take your gold' when things turn sour.
Investing was a hideous thing.
Another wanker got into control of food production.
Seeking control over the people that way, not content with the countless billions he'd already screwed from the population.
Now the hardworking tax payer had the screws on to squeeze every cent from them.
In short I didn't like the World.
Maybe only the last remaining places where you could be free.
It was looking grim!
The doc had got the framework of his machine together and we'd even installed some accessories , that could be useful.
Turning it into a mini fortress if necessary.
It felt like my fun was coming to an end too.
I'd installed a closet type of locked cupboard with the many 'discipline' toolage attached to hooks and things inside.
The boy could watch me select an item as he felt the secure bindings holding him in place, maybe the wide heavy belting that would smash into his little ass cheeks.
I also took him on another journey and told him about things I'd discovered.
About the delights of ball play, how you could get different things from the fabric you used to tie them.
I shaved him as I liked then tried a silky soft pair of girls underwear to tie the nuts with.
He liked what I was doing so I also showed him how a sash could be tied around his ankles and worked up around his legs.
He loved everything I tried on him.
He got used to going about his day with his nuts tied.
The joy of nut pain was a feeling that soon belonged in your brain.
You'd soon feel incomplete without it and I'd noticed with satisfaction that he was wearing it correctly when I got him ready for his daily correction.
He moved himself around gaining room for his hardon against the soft crisp bed covering and I took my time working up to visiting the 'closet of pain' unlocking it and throwing the doors open.
He was watching which tool I'd select then if it was a 'bad' one he'd shift his focus down and tighten himself, getting himself ready.
But I'd decided on something else and and undid him and turned him over.
Now his stiff was out in the open and I tied a covering over his head so he couldn't see what was happening.
I told him about the clawed bug I had with little nippers and it was a little toy that hung on a thread that I touched against his 'beam' letting him feel the tiny hard claws that that insect had.
I told him that they loved to sink their mandible into the soft pad on the end of the shaft and I progressed it slowly as if walking along his hardness towards its goal, the soft tip that it would sink its oversized jaws into.
It would be a bloody and painful affair I told him.
It made him stiffer than ever, his mind racing a he felt that bug move closer towards its target.
It got me hard too, as usual.
I pulled on the tie around his balls to give them a mild stretching,
I told him about the episode of the stinging flies that I'd been through. She was transferring them from my dark hat that attracted them to the head and I could feel their grip as they moved around looking for their spot to take a firmer grip to offset the force of driving their lance in.
I thought about lymes disease and the chance of getting that.
Then it was her massaging my balls with her knee. Applying the pressure and watching my reaction.
She loved a really hard rub of her cunt through her pants and that was her reward. The best thing for a virgin which she was.
Even her past boyfriend respected that.
We spoke sharing a knowledge of her secret as we talked about other things.
It was a good time. Made me think there really was a God and he was looking after me.
But that's another story !
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"They're coming !" Fem fatale on another level!
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Posted:Feb 26, 2024 3:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2024 8:52 am 5362 Views
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The b*y was increasingly becoming restless in his realistic dreams.
He was eager now to help build the time machine saying we didn't have long now.  Even the aliens that were already here were scared of them.
You just didn't know where the 'buggers' were!
Experts in camouflage, they'd come from a fem ruling planet, come here because there was still males to hunt.
The male quickly learned the Fems weaknesses and would bait them with roses and chocolates. Apparently they still had that soft side.
They'd enjoy giving their hunting blade a twist to enjoy your pitiful last moments.
But some of the males knew how to fight them, they called them the 'snake heads' and had attached a small atomic device to a drone that had a camera to spot the mother ship.
The boy related what he'd seen in his sleep.
The humans put aside their petty quarrels and decided they had to work together.
They became an underground species, and they would never trust the surface again.
It seemed ridiculous to contemplate how life for them once was.
Sunshine and pleasant activities on the surface were now a thing of the past.
They had squandered the little time they had left with no clue about what was to come.
Soon massive alien cities appeared on the landscape and it was seen as a fun activity by them to locate the holes the humans lived in and dig them out, taking the males back to their cities to exhibit them and auction them off to the fems to have their personal fun with them.
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Dropped into a routine.
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Posted:Feb 25, 2024 9:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2024 6:53 pm 6104 Views
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I was always seeking advice from the doc on what to do.
The b*y had come to expect his nightly spanking and it was like how you kept strict meal times and you'd be hungry just before that arrived.
And so it was with spanking, his excitement became feverish as the day wore on.
It was now about what he'd been thinking, being judged on that and realizing that he was in for a 'good one'.
It was changing me too, his sexiness was rubbing off and my nights returned to when I was young, spending the whole night hard and that was nice but confusing.
The doc asked me what I thought as I'd been through it and I just thought why not just let him enjoy himself and wait till the time was right to suggest the program to fix him begin.
His confessions were heartfelt and pitiful and I consoled him for the awful lot he'd been given.
I found it best to use the ropes and use the four posts to attach him to then bare his ass and leave him like that for a while ,while I went off for a while.
When I returned he nervously watched me take the cane from the drawer.
Then with his face red and teared I'd approach him.
I touched his back and could feel the sparks that lit up his being then his ass massaging those tight cheeks.
then touching them with the cane rubbing him with that till I saw him straighten out stiffly with his back pressing down.
He was driving his stiff into the new sheet on top of the covering.
I worked up slowly getting him warmed up and reddened desensitized ready for some sharp wraps of the cane.
The dopamine would flow for real then and he'd quickly be lost in a sea of joy.
He'd tighten his abs when the pain in his chest tightened.
He'd fight the bindings and take the cane strokes.
Did I envy him?
I felt like I was being drawn to a new place.
A wonderful feeling of being alive.
We'd get through it and once again I diffused everything by giving him a warming massage.
He'd shower and put on fresh clothes and come with me to the workshop where he'd help with the building of the craft.
I hadn't proposed to him yet about taking the trip with us.
I sensed he had an urge to.
He could be useful to have along.
Maybe he'd find hiss place in the future and just wander off like Noah in The grapes of wrath. Or the charms of a pretty maiden could capture him. Maybe in the future there'd be robots?
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What could go wrong?
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Posted:Feb 24, 2024 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2024 5:32 pm 5692 Views
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The doc had figured it out enough to build a prototype.
It would be the machine that would cross time barriers. The escape I needed.
Cities had become boring places and according to Weinberg people were getting dumber.
The moon lander hit one of its feet on a rock and tipped over, with no way to right itself.
It got a good look at the dirt though.
We'd make the craft dance like an electron and that gave me a couple of ideas. We could name the craft the 'Electron' and change a songs lyrics to "I'm so excited doing the 'Electron' dance".
I played computer games with the schizophrenic b&y .
He loved smashing stuff and if we did get the craft working I wondered if he wanted to come.
He had premonition about the alien invasion that was a hot topic amongst clairvoyants.
It would surely happen they warned!
So maybe it was the perfect time to get out.
To build a new life in the distant future perhaps.
I wondered if people would make it.
So much against them. I imagined the future would look like that place in the movie 'The time machine'
All you had to do was knock a few Morlocks on the head and the place would be yours.
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"What am I missing?" The doc viewed what he'd written....
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Posted:Feb 23, 2024 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2024 1:20 pm 5695 Views
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The doc had such a complex and unusual personality that that question was hard to answer, so I suggested that some rule may exist to guide him.
Like be vigilant and resuscitate worked for backyard pools.
Maths was a stone cold thing to me and I'd studied the laws of probability only to find my idea of being lucky didn't fit in anywhere in the long haul.
I looked at the equation the doc had put on the board and wondered what law it needed to make it more pliable/plausible.
On one side of the equation it was time alone that stood indivisible to an average mind.
But I knew the doc was different and could see things others would miss.
We were in fact a combination of the (can't see the elephant in the room) cornucopia of misleading 'coincidences' that fostered our arrival'
It was proved by science too that the mind could be programmed to be blind to what was right in front of it.
Basically you write a formula that allowed time to progress either way but in reality that seemed impossible.
So many would say that time is impossible, just an illusion.
The doc thought differently, that somewhere a gap existed where one could slip through.
It made as much sense as electrons jumping.
That if you provided the right excitation a movement was given.
So that's the doc's angle that those forces that necessitated a movement could be found and worked with.
Maybe first find a place where time didn't work.
Build a sort of Faraday cage that excluded time. A deep freeze where even time couldn't operate.
From an energy perspective, energy could not exist without time.
Energy and time were interwoven.
So that explained the doc's equation.
That by resourcing energy into another form it would be a way to mollify it.
If a field of energy could be deconstructed even into a kinetic kind then it would be like putting time 'back in its box'.
It went back to the big bad theory on how it all got started.
There was obviously way too much energy to do anything with, so for starters maybe you got things moving to soak up some of the energy and then turn it into spinning balls (atoms) that had opposing charges, matter and anti matter that would mostly be even but upon annihilation one would emerge as a sorry but surviving thing.
That would form something like a galaxy from a nebula.
It was all about taking everything that existed and fitting it back together to get inside the mind of the creator.
Who is an inter-dimensional traveler.
Time existed in a loop in one dimension and in others a non reactive one.
So it was between dimensions that a highway existed where you had a free ride.
Then it was just a matter of getting the electromagnetism right to step into that border to get your slip.
So that's what had happened at cern. They'd accidentally hit on something that was making time waves.
It was now in the walls there and the tools the doc had given me showed that.
It was also shown in the constant that light was getting a free ride.
And the particles being accelerated approached the speed of light. ???????
The doc made one stroke on the equation the point where the graphed lines would never touch.
He forcefully and emphatically stroke the chalk to isolate that point.
"Right here!" He said is where the confluences of time occurred. Odd that time couldn't exist right there.
"any vehicle that traveled through that point would be exposed to absolute zero, as heat needed time to exist.
Not the absolute zero we know but the real one. As low as it can go.
Our machine, the one we'd build would get as cold as that and when re-entering a place with atmosphere would cause a layer of ice to instantly form covering it.
Another clue about how the machine should be sealed.
It reminded me of Feynman sticking the rubber seals in his iced water to prove his point. 
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Healing !
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Posted:Feb 23, 2024 8:06 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2024 7:11 pm 5264 Views
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Being truly free is the highest gift I know off.
And traveling to remote places to meditate and to extend myself mentally is a coming of age for me.
A sense of arriving to my destiny.
A road traveled alone can do that.
I like that the higher state of mind does not operate on there having to be a God.
You may feel a oneness with the guiding hand of a creator, and the proof is that you do exist and have channeled into that higher place.
It goes beyond the idle promises given by most religions !
The meditation masters fully awaken the mind, and that is proven and they have the highest brain activity.
It opens the minds energy portals to freely exchange your thoughts with everything that surrounds you.
Happy thoughts touch deeply in your soul !!!! This is the way out for people trapped by ill-intentioned controllers.
Wicked regimes will crumble when that awakening happens ! It is our destiny to achieve that. And we do !
It is the true way the future unfolds !!
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"Big bad theories" and Hadron's 'bangup' subterfuge !
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Posted:Feb 22, 2024 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2024 7:16 am 5218 Views
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Science was in a state of torn realities now.
The only promising experiment that could not only blow the doors wide open in our grasp of true reality but could utterly take them right off their hinges was threatening to explode into a new field that would uncover how interwoven multi-dimensions worked and held together.
And time had weaknesses if you knew where to look.
An equation could even be put on a blackboard to give differentiated values for the intersecting points.
It showed that the components of what we loosely called time had an escape built into it that the aliens had found and could use to 'jump' their craft by.
It was all to do with efficiency and the most remarkable thing was just how much you could get from so little energy if you knew how.
The hadron collider was accidentally producing those time waves, disrupting the time continuum, taking it to that precipice that separated past, present and future.
My scientist friend had a finger in many pies but this one surpassed all the rest.
It is amazing that something so fundamental had escaped our grip. All it took was an e=mc2 logic to 'crack' it !
If Einstein was still around he could produce another brilliant equation to cover it.
It was purely a miracle too that by accident a material that acted like a time crystal could exist and be had.
In short how it worked was like putting your outboard motor onto the wrong end of the ship. By creating a vacuum to move into.
My scientist friend had worked it out and was building a proto type to experiment on.
He reasoned that it would jump through things with no damage caused and would act like a protecting force field the way 'Enterprise' worked.
You could lift with the tractor beam too.
I would help the 'doc' (my nickname for my scientist friend0 build the craft and be free of the confining laws that I hated so much. It would be a race through time to understand time.
We had a head start though as the Nasa scientists were still scratching their heads, only being able to make crude flying machines at this stage.
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"We got a "Hog" 'Real life Lord of the flies'!
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Posted:Feb 21, 2024 2:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2024 12:56 pm 5310 Views
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An excited b#y related the news and all the rest were suddenly quiet, 'they'd got a hog' !
God help him !
As far as impressionable books go I guess Lord of the flies was close to the top.
It was a much older women who gave me the book to read and I wondered what on Earth her interest in that book could be.
She'd been introduced to me and I could tell right away that she was different.
We'd spend some days playing the whole 18, getting to know each other and she'd cook up a dinner that was utterly my kind of food, a large steak still pink inside and a crisp singe locking the goodness in.
She was German she told me and that's why she pronounced W differently.
In her language it was pronounced as a V.
It seemed important to her that I read Lord of the flies and it wasn't the only time a book was forced on me.
Another girl had one about witch stuff and had underlined a character who was supposed to be me.
Another crazy women, was my thoughts.
It was learn your role down pat so we can start the game.
Games?
It was odd how real life took things in a different direction.
Us cadets had taken the skills taught to us to the forest in our own time. A battle would be fought and prisoners taken. I'd watched Rambo first blood heaps of times and I was known as the silent assassin by the other cadets due to my knife throwing skill.
Many years later I still enjoyed practicing my throwing.
I thought on one walk with the b*y I'd take my knives and teach him to throw.
Would have my scientist friend up in arms too I'd imagine.
Anyway so what all these things had in common was a 'sic' notion of dealing with prisoners. The 'hogs' as one boy put it.
The older woman had thought a lot about me as her hog.
I'd been given Lord of the flies to read so I could be her 'hog' !
There was something alive and a bit scary inside her.
Something that needed to come out !
I could feel something wild was in her, and it was as plain as the rare done steak she'd placed before me.
She was my kind of woman.
Exciting to be around !
So I read it !
Then we'd have to take it apart and explore what aspects interested us.
She liked the idea that they'd be getting around naked, clothes were thrown off as unnecessary things.
Little bare bums was the order of the day!
And caging a hog to poke it with sticks!
I'd heard that the modern were into the same games I used to play, only now with paintball guns.
I could perhaps train the boy and get him involved in it.
Give him something to do. Maybe he'd revel at it and strike up a friendship or two.
So without mentioning it to my scientist friend I went with boy on his morning walks and told him about what I'd learned in the military.
The best ways to operate to avoid detection.
The art of stealth, catching your enemy by surprise.
I would slowly introduce him to that.
I also prompted him on how to offset that wild excess with meditation.
Meditation was the crack in the wall that would hopefully expand and consume him and take him on a different journey.
If it happened he'd turn into a new person, losing connection as the old habits lost ground.
I could imagine him being the quiet studious type, careful and not impulsive at all.
So I could firstly gain his trust and start him on the new adventure.
And have a little fun along the way!!!!! Turning him into a paintball warrior !
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"You'll write!" "Goddammit ,you'll write !"
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Posted:Feb 20, 2024 3:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2024 3:03 pm 5470 Views
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He said as he slammed his fist down emphatically agreeing with my suggestion !My direction was decided and despite having so much against my success I was occasionally amazed that my sentences occasionally blended together and my meaning conveyed.
It wasn't only music that was mind blowing to me but catching the odd poetic assemblage made me appreciate the power of the word.
I had no experience at poetry but I loved it.
I was constantly going back to my brief schooling, being treated like a freak and put together with who really were 'challenged' and struggled to read anything let alone understand it.
So many hidden nuances could be found in a single sentence.
Also a meaning given whether appropriate or not.
So somehow I'd got that!
In many ways we were already in the apocalypse and society was breaking down all over the place.
I was reminded of that movie where the heroine had book and books were rare and the stories they told had to be protected.
For me my lonely days were corrected by what I found in the revelation and I heard about a k&d well learned in psalms.
He'd come up with the appropriate one for the trouble he'd found and seemed to know about the words and what they meant.
He must have had help.
I could imagine someone else with a cherished book of poetry, no capable of understanding it fully but could read it and impress people who sometimes were much older and actually did understand and appreciated the 'tryst' given.
Later on I found the girl with the law degree who'd found her mind an intolerable thing, poisoned by the huge breath of law material she'd learned.
Any time you talked with her you could see the cogs turning in her head, measuring up what you said with the law, and giving her verdict, her weight of words on where you stood with the law.
Maybe she could pop out the odd precedent too !
Also I see someone found an ancient Egyptian debate about switching to the word system. (funny but.....)
Further on Shakespeare elaborated on the meaning of a shrew. He needed to invent words to bridge a gap between the staid wise ones and common people who laughed at Shakespeare's hooligan graffiti aimed at high places.
I could collect the right words and use them like gems, slotting them into the right place.
That thought gave rise to how foolishly we threw around words, teaching young ones to do the same.
And instead of the wise ass slingshot of words in self defense we should take time to answer or hold our silence.
I decided I would produce original stuff, only to do with what I'd found already suited me.
The grandeur and mind gorging effects of the revelation would be my style.
God help me ! if I butchered it up to prophesize(american) something unintended.
Maybe even that I was a prophet, sent to Earth for that purpose.
It seemed like a good time to be a prophet and a misdirectioned World was crying out for one.
I propose a new way of thinking, that music and reverence to all that is beautiful be protected.
That life was better that way, for me life was better wearing headphones. I noticed that my hearing was keener when I took them off, the frog sounds almost deafening, and birds I hadn't noticed before had an urgent message.
I'd been spending lots of time on the mind machine and experiments included testing if I gained psychic powers by identifying what was left on a table in the next room.
The ability to float like a near deather and see myself from a left the body perspective.
It was kind of like the scientist had a job in mind that could use those talents.
Bypassing security to breach a high security area perhaps. The auctioning off the secrets in a new slant on Wikileaks ! Now the psychics made 'it' leak !
I'd built a collection in my mind of psychic stuff, one was how the African girls would touch their forehead with their left hand and send a message home.
"I'm coming home now!"
Or the way the Aboriginals would push the sticks in their fire together as they made contact with whoever.
It was the first mobile phone network. You needed that too when the huge distances had to be managed.
We could very easily be without our modern devices too.
Thrusted back into the stone age. Reverting back to the lost ways.  
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