Current time/date: November 1, 2009 10:35 PM
Posted time/date: November 4, 2009 11:00 PM
The Time is no longer moving forward, but was moved back one hour from November 5, 2009 at 12AM to to November 4 2009 11PM; but is no longer moving forward nor backwards on this particular post although it is moving backwards by the hour with each update on another post.
I hope that this means that consciousness has intervened and has disrupted sequential time so that my new order will arrive at 11 PM on November 4, 2009.
I hope that the new time/date of November 4, 2009 at 11PM means something. Because if it doesn't, there is no point in the Universe changing the time/dates any more because I will no longer be able to rely on changes by the Universe, what without the proper observations of rites.
19 October 12:16 AM
The time above got stuck on the preview screen of 19 November 2009 at 12:00 PM.
Possibly, to reflect on the comments below:
7 We yearn to creep out of the primordial and embryonic darkness and into Light and into Diurnal Brightness of daylight... It is only there that we will have the clarity of mind and spirit to claim this particular birthright.*7..
I am not sure about this "birthright" business (unless "divinity" is our "birthright"). Perhaps when the time is ripe, something will strike me with an idea to make it more meaningful. Moderation is key, of course.
please see W. Henry's blog entitled "Birthright" for more information... I add the link... Please do not pay atention to my response there as it was a ruough draft and didn't realize that I cannot edit a comment to a friend's blog
*careful not to get sunburned--carry SPF 35 sunscreen wear sunglasses if out for too long during daylight hours... PLEASE READ CAREFULLY SAFETY INSTRUCTIONS for this product listing located beneath credits/acknowledgements
We have already done the diurnal brightness of mental brilliance thing and it is time now to move on to clarity. High noon of mental brilliance burns a hole right through the fabric of the universe and utterly destroys the magical somnolence, mythical twilight of dreaming, and eventually its own diurnal brightness of day via global warming or nuclear destruction. Only in clarity is it possible to allow the somnolence of magic, the dreaming of twilight myth, and the mental brilliance of diurnal brightness of the day to be experienced, lived out, conceived, or a-wared according to their own intrinsic values without destroying or negating them.
I suppose, then--there is truth to the statement below:
Perhaps when the time is ripe, something will strike me with an idea to make it more meaningful.
19 October 12:09 AM
It was then that the fox appeared."Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."
"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please-- tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the morning, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock AM, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses."You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox."Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
18 October 11:28 PM
Don't mind me... This is just an experiment by clicking "enter" to post about 10 or 20 times to see how much longer the time-stamp will continue to go forward in time all by the Itself. This is exhausting going round the clock like this. This could go on and on forever.
18 October 11:23 PM
Sorry, I can not think of a good reason to update this post other than to check on the time. Everything below is still the same as before.
18 October 10:31 PM
This video is a fuller and larger version for comparison. I noticed that the sheep baa-ahh more loudly in this scene although it's the same scene as below. In addition, the one above goes on to describe what is worth living for by asking the dude directly, and he says, true love. I had forgotten about that portion of the movie. What gave me the idea of looking it up on Youtube was a CNN thing I was watching tonight about people who were almost dead, but were saved by cpr using chest compressions alone or either by hybernating their body temperatures to below 90 degrees F to slow the process of death. Nothing at all was mentioned of true love. Leading me to suspect that true love is being sent to me by the universe.
Something strange is happening as I am typing because this aahh thing in front of me keeps on changing the screen when I get to the end of a line. But it's not like aha! or anything so maybe just aahh. I expect the time to change from 2:00 AM to 3:00 AM, after posting this.
(a previous update)
This is just an experiment to see if the time changes and whether people are dead, or only mostly dead. I contend that they are not "all dead"; only mostly dead. Not sure however if this is in reference to me, or to something else instead.
The current time/date on the post edit screen reads Nov 18 2009 1:00 AM. When I click "preview" and "post," I expected to see either the same time or a different time/date instead.
Needless to say, this in and of itself does not provide the veracity that is needed to prove whether people or my Pop are alive or dead. Yet a change in time/date does suggest that intelligent life-forms or almost-dead forms do exist somewhere out there--who ever they are.
Update 17.10.09 09:00 PM:
I find it bizarre that the time/date that I updated the blog to this date, Saturday, 17.10.09 at 09:00 PM was changed to Tuesday, 17 November 2009 at 11 PM.
Also, upon last update, the time/date changed by the Itself to: Wednesday, 18 November at 12 AM.
Selections from Art of Noise, "The Seduction of Claude Debussy." "Dreaming In Colour" suddenly started playing when I typed today's date. Remember: when she (Blue tha Blue) claps her hands, it is no longer a dream but made present shortly.
In addition, I've updated below with important comments to footnotes 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 as promised.
On Being Blue When U
R Down By The Sea Or Floating On Oceans From The Rain Under Clear Blue Skies..
Originally posted on 17.10.06 09:51 PM
It would be truly surprising if sound were not capable of suggesting colour. If colour could not give the idea of the melody. If sounds and colours were not adequate to express ideas.
From out of the sea
The deep, blue sea
Debussy
..♥ --from "On Being Blue" - The Art Of Noise, The Seduction Of Claude Debussy (1999)
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The colour blue is typically associated with.. melancholy or of sadness...♥ However, these descriptions alone do not exhaust the vastness, complexity, depth, breadth, and latent possibilities of this very cool and versatile tone--especially when worn in conjunction with the deep blue sea when it is raining under clear blue skies....♥ The sea or the ocean can be described as a vast or liimitless space encompassing the entire Earth and encircling it and thereby creating a circle...♥ The sea predates every life form on Earth so is by nature mysterious because it is primordial... etc., ♥ It has silently witnessed the rise and fall of many different civilizations that had sunk to its bottom floor or disperse elsewhere on the oceans... It contains the totality of everything that the collective inhabitants of earth have experienced or may ever experience... Whether in terms of the ocean or of the colour of deep blue--we are ultimately speaking of matters pertaining to the soul and to collective World-Soul.....The sea, therefore,..in relative terms and worldviews,² is limitless and inexhaustible in scope and is symbolic of..soul..3 or World-Soul,..which is limitless or vast in..latent possibilites and inexhaustible.
Because of so many memories as well as hope there is correspondingly so many dreams to process these things: whether of past memories, present memories, or of future memories to come. What else are we to..4 do with all the images, artifacts, assorted scrap metal or aluminum parts and emotional baggage..that had once belonged to some prototypical humanoid or robotic-type5 who is now locked away forever and calcified or rusted-out ..at the sea bottom...and awaiting emergence in the afterlife?.. So deep is the sea because it holds and.. guards the secrets and renmants to every thing or creature..that may arise from it or ultimately sink back in...
The calcified..remains of rusted junkyard parts..and other mineral deposits of course are completely forgotten many ages ago from the conscious memory of land dwellers who had crawled out of it... Yet not completely forgotten from collective consciousness because this memory is erased only from waking, or conscious memory and not from the Unconscious portion of memory that is associated with dreaming and twilight stages of sleep.....These dreams may..oftentimes appear to the awakened mind to be nonsensical or pointless6... This is because it is a circle and not triangular in shape... The origin of these dreams began prior to rationality and prior to "forward motion" (triangular/three dimensional thinking/pyramidal/"must have a "point")6--It is difficult if not impossible to fully understand or comprehend.. the myriad symbols and images that exist in dreams that are swirling on the surface or awaiting emergence from deep within or swirling deep below, going not only forward in motion but backward as well (if below the equator) in a cyclical pattern to reflect the circular and two-dimensional aspects of a circle... All of these things, artifacts, baggage, disgusting debris from train wrecks and vile contrufines, et.c.,..represent all memories, all sadness or joy locked away and buried deep within the soul.. and swirling... The conscious memory of it at best--only cloudy.
The colour blue is the colour of the sea which reflects the blue sky and is a mirror-image of sky or reflection of sky... Thus, if the deep blue sea is symbolic for soul and for a primordial soupy past that is cloaked away from line of vision..and hidden in a dreamy twilight--the clear blue sky above, in contrast, must be symbolic to that of divinity.
We yearn to creep out of the primordial and embryonic darkness and into Light and into Diurnal Brightness of daylight... It is only there that we will have the clarity of mind and spirit to claim this particular birthright.*7 (see revised footnote...we've already done that. A new symbol besides the sun may be necessary to convey the clarity of transparency..but will leave the rest "as is" for documentational purposes until I know better what to do with it): It is none other than the Godhead or the Divine Light itself that is bursting outward from within to manifestation into a higher dimension... A 'coming-out' event as it were for the soul to meet its 'maker' and to see the fruition of its dreams...♥ Debussy himself was an atheist but could not possibly reject or object to the verity of these words--even if DI VI NI TY is included.
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Notes
¹ The word ocean, in fact or I believe,..has its origin in the mythical river Oceanus from ancient Greek legends, which is a flowing river that encircles the earth on a two-dimensional plane... The ancients..envisioned a..world..in which the earth is an island at the center of this river, on a circular disk.
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The sea, therefore,..in relative terms and worldviews,²
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.The sea, therefore,..in relative terms and worldviews,² is limitless and inexhaustible in scope and is symbolic of..soul..3 or World-Soul,..which is limitless or vast in..latent possibilites and inexhaustible.
The wheel of analytics meditation of van monk has many good uses for the mind and body. However, considering that we are discussing the definition of "soul" and "world soul" above, it is unreasonable for anyone to attempt to apply this meditation technique of negation to soul itself.
Space is nothing but vacuity. The soul is full of content. The soul does not refer to the gross body but to the astral body.
This is not to say that this meditation practice cannot be used at other times of the day as a preparatory ritual to optimize the mind or body for the benefit of arational manifestations of creativity. I would advise strongly against doing it in conjunction with exercise into creativity involving soul or world. Perhaps there is something I am missing out on in this monologue (once dialogue) on the wheel of analytics meditation. The grown-ups are strange indeed.
The three dimensional mental-rational structure is a structure of negation and abstraction. While definitely useful and applicable in some situations to purify the mind and body, it is not good for use simply to negate the previous structures or to attempt to negate the present structure of arational-aperspectival.
The soul by nature is comprised of imagery from the imaginatory realm of memories, premonitions, imaginations, and dreams. It is furthermore limitless, boundless, and inexhaustible in its scope and potentialities. Therefore, to apply this analytical meditation technique to an arational manifestation and to something, furthermore, that is inexhaustible in scope would be ultimately futile if not foolhardy.
at best--if not altogether tragic.
This is because the potentiality and manifestations of higher structures beyond the three dimensional mental-rational structure require the fruitions (manifestations) of potentialities (latencies) lying dormant, yet still present in the the previous structures (such as the psyche or soul, which is two-dimensional).
The localization of the soul varies depending on structure: for the two dimensional mythical structure it is heart and mouth. Three dimensional mental-rational, I believe the brain and spinal cord. For the four-dimensional structure, the localization of the soul is the cerebral cortex and the "humorous" (glands? possibly thyroid gland or maybe not, according to definition from a medical website).
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..4 do with all theo images, artifacts, assorted scrap metal or aluminum parts and emotional baggage..that had once belonged to some prototypical humanoid or robotic-type5 who is now locked away forever and calcified or rusted-out ..at the sea bottom...and awaiting emergence in the near-death or after-life experience?.. So deep is the sea because it holds and.. guards the
To offer an example:
My gray wool-synthetic blend skort has long ago been converted to scrap material and metal (some of it was metallic, such as the metallic hoop) parts. It then emerged out of the sea as Satan. I connect the skort's conversion to Satan because my feeling of being demonic spell began around the time of posting that message in May 2005 to Aspergian Island, prior to knowing of Myspace. Possibly--even further back in time to the time when the skort was created in late 2002.
5 prototypes or variants of humanoid..species or operating systems are the..neo-sapiens, robo-sapiens, and one other (must check)
Checked my operating system just now and according to it, the third species (not mentioned previously) refers to robotron-tron, who is my Pop.
6 A circle cannot have a point because it is round... Without a point, it is irrational and confuses many causal relationships.....
..In gebserian terms, dimensions are structures of consciousness ranging from 0-dimensionality to 4-dimensionality... Each dimension possesses a corresponding geometrical shape and several other attributes that Gebser has identified... This is where a scanner that I can connect to would come in handy to show you on a diagram... Each structure possesses an efficient and deficient stage... In addition, old structures are not discarded but remain as an integral part of the overall structure; nothng is 'discarded,' in other words... These structures havea back-and forth pendulum quality making every other dimension a counter-part to each other.
Whereas the magical structure is complimentary to the mental structure due to its vanishing point-like awaredness and external-relatedness in the form of sophisticated technology and machines, pre-temporal origin (the source of creativity) and the mythical structure are complimentarities to the arational-aperspectival structure. This is not to say that arational excludes non-complimentarity principles or structures but simply to point out that certain shared values and capacities are emphasized at every other structure.
0-dimensional - embryionic (no shape assigned but must check) prior to respiration
1-dimensional - magical efficient state (represented by a dot .]..for its point-like and magical characteristics, breathing in
1-dimensional-magical deficient stage (represented by a line segment [_____________] for its..wand-like capacity to connect the "dots" to form a cause-effect relationship between various events, resulting in polarity or polar opposites and differentiation.... correct. brething out
2-dimensional - mythical is represented by a circle [o] which is essentially a line segment that meets together from both ends to form a circle... Thus it is flat and two-dimensional... It is a self-enclosed and self-contained system breathing in
3-dimensional.. rational -.. (represented by a triangle or a pyramid [cannot display properly here] in which there..is triangular or pyramidal vision [will get back to this one....but oh, conceptions of the trinity arises during the efficient stage of this structure--eg, the father, the son, and the holy ghost] breathing out
4-dimensional spherical (represented by a sphere which for obvious reasons I cannot duplicate on a two-dimensional screen... Imagine a glass globe--except as a moving transparent sphericity rather than as a still flower stuck under a glass globe.).. During this stage many aspects of 20th century physics is incorporated, must read up and get back with you/breathing in
7 Please see revision above.
♥ I would like to say that the ellipses or dots scattered randomly throughout the page have not been my style of writing since the 9th grade. Those were inserted by some other party during time of post.
I've gone back and added comments to notes 2, 3, 4, five, and 6, which I noticed had been left blank as "to comment" or with words omitted three years ago.