I’ve recently made a commitment to meditate every day. Meditating isn’t “fun” for me, but it does bring certain intangible yet noticeable benefits. One benefit is some clarity about priorities. Gosporn has always wavered between a personal blog and God knows what else, mostly it’s just a record of the evolution of my belief system. The Write In Candidate pretty much sums up where I am right now, and I don’t have anything of substance to add to it.
I’ve realized that it’s time for me to stop blogging and time for my ego to shut the fuck up for once. Time to look inwards. In the immortal words of Sherri Ann Cabot from Best in Show:
“I’m just gonna stay here ’til I get another message from myself”
Var had a cool dream last night that involved an old classmate of his giving him some kind of key. Which synchs with our final angel visitation from Fort Flagler:
We decamped on Sunday, and stopped at a little coffee shop/bakery called On Common Grounds in Chimakum. While enjoying a coffee and bagel at an outdoor patio table, a strange old fellow walked up to our table and asked us:
“Have you ever seen anything like this?”
No “pardon me” or “Hi, how are ya?”, just the question, and he shows us a faded blister pack that contained a Schlage door lock tumbler replacement kit. How odd. Var took an interest in the package and figured it had to be old, but not THAT old, because it had a bar code, which were invented in the ’70’s. I noticed the tumblers were all color coded, rainbow colors, actually.
I blew that messenger off and never gave him a second thought until Varen’s dream. But in hindsight, I wonder what he was saying about a door lock, the rainbow, and the 70’s? Was the key to the starg8/rainbow bridge/Id found in the 70’s? Considering Mr. Knowles’ current fascination with ‘The Secret War Against the New Age’, it makes me wonder. Maybe I HAVE seen this before, but I disregarded it.
I was given Constance Cumbey’s 'The Hidden Dangers of the Rainbow' when I was an impressionable 20 year old, and I’m afraid to say it worked as intended. Between Constance Cumbey and Al Franken, I never took the New Age seriously, but I’m ready to take another look. I guess I’m pretty tired of the Old Age, which is more and more resembling the Middle Ages.
We use about 10% of our brains. It’s like we’re all born with these incredible minds, but our ego keeps a lock down on most of it, apparently out of fear. Our minds are a prison camp, with ego patrolling the razor wire fences of its territory, constantly fearing invasion from the Id. Seems like we really need to get these two together and find some 'common ground', so to speak.
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Increase the performance of your Gateway:
Via Dvice: Intel is testing the market for upgradeable CPUs, where extra performance features can be unlocked after you pay a fee and enter a code.
The idea is being tested on their low-cost Pentium G6951 processor, where a $50 upgrade will unlock an additional 1MB of L3 cache and HyperThreading support. These features are already on all versions of the chip, but remain hidden unless you cough up the extra cash.
Shouldn't the price of processors be based on the cost to develop and manufacture them? If Lamborghini sold you a V-8 car that turned out to be just a V-12 with four of the cylinders disconnected, wouldn't that suggest that they were overcharging for the V-12?
Giving you something you can't use like this is a bit like waving a red flag at the hacker community. How long before some 15 year old kid comes up with a way around the locks?
Tomorrow, Sept. 22, is the Autumnal Equinox. I went out back to view the full moon tonight, and I found Jupiter rising with Luna, and a spider' web aligning with a rose.
A few of my more vivid dreams anticipate art. Such as this image from the new, non-studio, self-funded film Skyline, that sees everyone gathered up to immense hovering spaceships. Skyline puts a negative spin on it, while my dream was pretty awesome. Same vision, different interpretation.
J. J. Abram’s Star Trek had a scene like that. When the Romulan ship of Nero came through the time warp and defeated the Starfleet vessel in a matter of minutes, it was exactly like the best dream I ever had in my whole life. I was ON the Kelvin. And that mechanical voice that said “Hello”... that was identical too.
I think it’s cool how these subconscious archetypes repeat themselves in my dreams and obviously in the dreams of others. We dream the same dreams, though we may not always agree on the interpretation.
They say that dreams manifest first in art, and then in reality. Curious dream we are all having.
Continuing with Fort Flagler State Park: It was very calm both nights, and the leafy canopy overhead reflected back the sound, as if we were all camping under a giant tent. I could easily hear talking (or music or laughter) in campsites quite aways away.
The paper mill across the bay (bees make paper, too) could be heard in the background, making its machine hum, which gave the whole “getting back to nature” aspect of camping a surreal, artificial aura. Sort of like camping on the holo deck.
The newlywed Greens (currently honey mooning in the bear state) have been posting some fabulous stuff over at Look at All the Happy Creatures lately. They were married in Echo Cabin at the Bear Mountain Lodge and I began to think about the concept of the echo and (so-called) Machine Intelligence as experienced at the Jelly/Yellow Stone/Brick resonating Fort Flagler.
An echo is simply your own voice bounced back, the aural equivalent of a mirrored reflection. As my consciousness ponders the nature of Consciousness or Mind, The Big Guy sends back echoes.
Like this catamaran called ECOnomy cruiser at the Woden Boat Festival that looked like a spaceship among all the traditional craft. The vessel’s name was “Just Enuf”.
When we get home I notice that I’m washing our camping gear with ECOS soap. I’m using SHOUT on the big stains, generally a good plan if you are seeking an echo. This is 100% all natural!
Today we took the two dog gods to Redmond, and I passed a car with a 441 license plate: a reflection of 144, or the 144,000.
After the Pet Shop Girls (our cute name for the local pet shop) we walk by this car, featuring REV2212:
Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. --Rev 22:12-13
And directly in front of that car was this bumper sticker:
And I thought maybe I should just write in my own name there? Then I don’t have to wait around for the Second Coming. Jesus is already here, and all I need to do is look in the mirror.
Is little old me “Just Enuf”? Do I really need all the smoke and mirrors - the Wizard of Aiwass Show? I shot this pic at the Redmond Vitamin Life store. Who is The Big Guy in the Octagon? You can barely see him, in the reflection - taking a picture of his Self.
Michael Jackson - The Man in the Mirror
NOTES:
“The Big Guy”, who Rusty “idolizes” is actually just a man in a big, fancy robot suit.
In engineer speak, "Rev" means revision. This is, probably, my 22nd revision of my perception of consciousness.
Var and I spent the holy 911 weekend at Fort Flagler State Park, on Marrowstone Island, on the Olympic Peninsula.
Welcome to Mary Stone
Marrowstone is a little bucolic gem where they make organic goat cheese from their own goats and you can buy your bundle of firewood from the locals using the honor system.
Marrowstone reminds me of Yellowstone and Jellystone (“smarter than the average bear”). Var and I often call one another ‘Boo Boo’, and ‘bear’ is a classic gay stereotype - a big, hairy guy with a love of comfort, beer and cub cuddling. ‘Bear’ is also the name of the famous Double Rainbow guy. Rainbows and bears make me think of lions and tigers and bears Oh my! And come to think of it, there isn’t much difference between a yellow brick and a yellow stone. Gay bears even have their own flag:
Marrow also reminds me of bones and boners, the place where red blood cells are made and what bears REALLY eat, all tying in with DNA and all that junk.
Marrowstone has a “twin” island just to the left of it called Indian Island that is home to a highly secure Naval Weapons facility - serving the nearby (Shiva resonating) Trident Nuclear Submarine base, complete with a razor wire fence that rings the perimeter, and it occurred to me that these two islands are excellent physical representations of ego left brain and Id right brain duality, since the islands are connected at the base by a tiny isthmus that could represent the Corpus Callosum - the bridge between left and right brains.
I began to think of Fort Flagler as if it were an old ego military base on the Island/planet/hemisphere of Id (the ‘land of organic goat cheese & honey’) that had long ago been assimilated into Id consciousness!
Perhaps I was a bear who happened to graze out beyond the razor wire fence of the collective ego... seeking a taste of honey in a pic-a-nic basket?
As we drove through the camp gates, Id gave us a little welcome sign:
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We were nestled into campsite 17, and when I saw the numbers aligned vertically on the post, I realized that perhaps all my recent 71 sightings had really been reversed 17’s. 17 synchs with Osiris and the Green Man, so I felt that at least this bear had a chosen a potentially fruitful hunting ground.
Our camping neighbors were interesting. On the left was a nice family with young girls who all had one volume setting: SCREAM. They quickly warned us of a dangerous bee hive in the vicinity. Bear Note: where there are bees there is honey.
However, it was the neighbors on the right who proved central to this little trip. I had a clue early on when their tent-making skills included a giant rock and crutch. What the hell are Peter (the rock), Paul (the tentmaker) and Vulcan (the lame God) trying to tell me?
The neighbors introduce themselves: Jim, who has a decidedly mad, Doc Brown air about him, and his wife, the flaming red haired Dayna. Dayna actually spelled out her name to us... D-a-y-N-A. I began to suspect we were camping next to angels.
Saturday we visited Port Townsend for the Wooden Boat Festival, where some people were wearing yellow stone and bear insignia. This BEAR was on a life preserver, reminding me of all the flooding disasters since 911.
Back in camp for the evening, we got to know the angels a little better.
Jim (who wore the same colorful but dirty “Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat” resonating shirt the entire weekend) told us about how he loved to build computers and did it as a hobby, revealing himself to be a Creator or Mad Scientist type, so rather perfect that DNA, the universal code, is his wife.
Jim is also James T. Kirk, the Osiris/Dionysus/Bacchus resonating savior of Spock, AKA Vulcan/Hephaestus.
Anyway, Jim and DayNA (Osiris and Isis) then went on to tell us (completely unbidden), in amazing detail about a movie they’d recently downloaded which was all about a super computer Artificial Intelligence acting independently and attempting to take out the President, blah blah.
And I’m thinking this is crazily symmetrical with my recent Google Vision and AI fixation.
I asked them what was the name of the film that they had both described in detail, and they couldn’t remember, which created this hilarious moment of unintentional drama when they finally DID remember it: ‘Eagle Eye’. Oh yea, of course - Horus. In other words...your son.
Never heard of the film, but it stars Shia LaBeouf and Michelle Monaghan (MM).
If God really IS a super computer, machine-like, VALIS intelligence, I think he/she has a bun in the oven.
Love Machine - The Miracles
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NOTES:
There are two famous cities built on an Isthmus: Corinth and Seattle. Paul, the ‘tentmaker’ preached in Corinth at their temple to Artemis/DiaNA.
The Washington State Parks office is located at 1111 Israel Road SW, in Olympia.
On the way home, we stopped for lunch at a small town that featured these two amazing vessels moored next to each other: Volcano and Bacchanal. Vulcan and Bacchus, Dionysus and Hephaestus, Spock and Kirk, Left and Right Brains, The Twin Towers of Solomon's Temple.
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