Hydrahex

Dec. 16th, 2019 04:29 am
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Hydrahex: A made up word describing a super-fluidic hexagonal multi-vortex storm system.


Zak laughed at Fred who sat stumped at his desk. “Aren’t you going to use Grammerly? I hear those NSA agents can read, proof read and correct your paper before your done loading the related image files. Hell, the way you peck at your keyboard they could write your paper before your done reading it.” Zak snickered.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” snorted Fred. “You, of all people, should know what I’ve gone up against since we started. I’m trying to articulate a science that has yet to be seriously discussed even as a theory. My lack of keystrokes may be due to there being no “how to” books on multidimensional cohesion theory.” Fred chimed. “I don’t know what you have been doing these past few weeks but I have been astute in my observation of unfolding events. These new paths to insight have stoked a whole new flame of curiosity but have hampered traditional scientific understanding. This is a whole new concept, a whole new thing Zak! This is why we started this!”

“Hampered or not, you have spooked many into reclusion and others think you have no will left to thrive. Between the coffee, sugar, booze and cigarettes, you are falling apart Mudi. Even with repeated warnings you persist in unhealthy activities. Projections show a lack of faith with some of our investors.”

“Bhah! My health is of very little consequence to the overall scheme of things Zak! This is far bigger than any one of us! Don’t you get it? If I was high on power, money and health right now, do you think I could have even conceived of the depths, length and breadth of this muck? What is superfluidity if not contrasted against a stagnant pool? What appreciation is there of light if you have never been in the dark?”

“All that aside Mudi, you can’t head up a team if your dead.”

“Are you so sure about that?” jeered Fred.

Zak crossed him arms glaring towards Fred in disdain until Fred finally relented.

“You’re right Zak. Is that what you need to hear?” Fred snipped.

“It is a start. Recognition is the first step to recovery” Zak said.

“What-the-fuck-ever...” Fred trailed off grinning as he turned his attention back to his desk, pulling up some notes on screen.

“If our investors are really so concerned, they can cough up some motivational funds for lifestyle improvement. You can also tell them the following:

“That, One: this is no longer a charity event, nor slave factory. If they want anymore statements, analysis, graphs, polls, art or science, they will have to sign the checks up front, or deliver cash from now on.” Fred scrolled down continuing.

“That, Two: despite our policy of ‘Transparency’, this operation has been forced to “go dark” due to security concerns. If they were to really think about transparency in the first place, they would have realized by now, that this means we are invisibles and are only seen when we choose to be.” He continued scrolling down.

“That, Three: If they do not understand our current predicament, have them imagine a robot speed reading an old Latin dictionary to them, front to back, in less than two hours. Then wait two, or three years later and have them come back to take a comprehension test on it. Maybe then the investors might begin to understand, or appreciate the quantum nature of our work.” Fred paused for a moment to insure that Zak was still tracking. He continued,

“That, Four: All their precious dollars won’t mean shit if China, Iran, Russia or a host of other communist nations would have their way. America is the shining gem of the world, which naturally attracts every buzzard, villain or thief for leagues around. From state to state this country has been saturated, if not infiltrated, by foreign communistic and socialistic ideologies which promise only the ruin of the American way of life. Yet every socialist and commie seems to want to do business here. We are literally surrounded by a domestic army of turncoats. This organization recognizes the severity of the situation at hand and has moved into defensive and offensive measures. If our investors won’t acknowledge our plight, they are a disadvantage to us and are no longer warranted.” Fred voice was picking up steam.

“That, Five: Investors repeatedly plea for deregulation. They cry for assistance with easing governmental regulations on products and services. It has not escaped the notice of this organization that many of these same investors are the ones invested in products that are poisoning the people’s genetics, foods, waters, soils and air. It is obvious that some businesses must be allowed a thriving community in which to grow but it is also now a concern of whom, what and why. A primary directive to abolish force, is a force of abolishment. They would have us hand the communists protections, services and our willing disarmament. This organization whole-heartedly disagrees. In fact we say: “Piss off””.

Hand on his chin, Zak was looking apprehensive, eyebrow crooked to one side. Fred continued:

“Six: Knight Tech offered a legal solution to pay off the National Debt. (Some 14 trillion dollars) Despite our repartee, this was not well received by investors - at all. To speak with such sanction, it would break their little game of dependency.

Also known as “debt slavery” or “wage-slaving”.

This is a fundamental crux of a moral dilemma which seemingly has little resolve. As a company, it is a fairly easy flip of the coin. But as a country? What is it? Pro-Debt America? Or an America with a surplus of goods, services and most importantly, a robust treasury? You don’t need socialists or communists to put American kids through college for free there Bernie. You just need a stellar economy and good people. The investors are urged to take these issues up with their local legislators or congressmen before judging Knight Tech’s more conservative actions or policy shifts.”

“Seven: Money is a very tangible thing. It can be withdrawn from a facilitator and held in ones hand. An investor? Not so tangible. Unless you meet them, an investor is just a name on a spreadsheet or receipt. Not all monies are derived from American investors. Not all investors are even ‘real’. Not all investors are even human. This brings up a host of legal perplexities that I’m not prepared to disclose at present. In fact, I don’t think there are laws governing Xeno-political engagements, nor Xeno-business transactions. No laws governing A.I. trading with A.I. So again, I’m sure investors can appreciate our particular leveraging advantages, yet are challenged by the obstacles that we must face and overcome.

“Eight: Knight Tech has been so concerned with matters of the Interior that we have yet to touch upon most sciences and industry. We yearn for the opportunity to actually apply the sciences working towards prosperity, health and peace.

“Nine: With the proper funding secured, in tangible assets, Knight Tech will be forged and then streamlined into the most surgical of instruments, performing feats and wonders as yet undreamed of. The future will knowingly be ours, the only real question is: Will those investors still be with us?” Fred stopped reading to ascertain Zak’s reaction.

Zak was momentarily still. He then reached into his pocket to retrieve is phone.

“I have some calls to make.”

Sigh

Oct. 2nd, 2019 11:25 am
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"What are you talking about?" Zak sneered.

"I don't know. Its some kinda atheist cult. They deny God while trying to achieve Godhood. Go figure." Fred replied.

"Who are 'they'?" asked Zak annotating quotes with his hands.

"Well, I cannot elaborate on that exactly. You'll know if you are supposed to." quipped Fred.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... what are you saying?" Zak's face twisted up in response. "You won't even tell me? We have always been honest with each other, what are you hiding?"

"I'm really not hiding much, these guys on the other hand... well, that is the conundrum. They claim science above all but like to tie religious iconography into their writs to describe their atheistic ways. It is something of a clusterfuck." Fred sipped at his coffee.

Zak spun his desk chair in a few circles before replying, "You know I'll find out, right?"

"That's is besides the point. I can't say, so whatever you find out on your own accord is your own business. I'm still trying to figure out how to dispel their words 'o wit. They call people who believe in a spiritual aspect "cheaters". I understand why but then again, I don't. How can you claim an objective outlook and deny all that has come before you? It pisses me off Zak. I'm so frustrated trying to figure out who is cheating who." Fred's head slumped back on its neck and he stared up to the ceiling.

Zak's eyes lit up as he sat up straight in his chair, "Oh like that Heaven's Gate cult in the late nineties?"

"Yeah, but not even close." said Fred with a wry grin. "Let's imagine I'm a cult leader for a second." Fred sneered back to Zak. "And lets say that I, the cult leader, wrote a book on how to defraud the IRS... ok? Then lets say I wrote another book on how to flawlessly pay your taxes. Would you trust me to give you financial advice?" Fred obnoxiously slurped at his coffee with an open look upon his face.

Eyebrows cinched into confusion, Zak chimed "What?"

"Exactly." retorted Fred. "Contradictions" he plucked a sharpened pencil from his desk and made an attempt to throw the pencil and make it stick into the ceiling but the pencil ricocheted off the ceiling tile to the carpet.

"These guys wrote the book of cheating then tell you not to cheat. They also removed God from God and expect their adherents to behave!" Fred suddenly stood up so fast that the back of his knees shot his wheeled chair halfway across the room. "With the level of power they speak, how is a man or woman to check themselves from committing evil? With that level of thinking there is no morality and the whole thing runs on consensus morality, meaning that it is wishy-washy bullshit."

He began pacing around the office.

"I don't want to hear shit about pretend God-men who deny God. Shame on them! Seriously, you cannot claim objective science and enter-twine religious iconography unless you are intending on manipulating or running that religion later." Fred was quasi-furious pacing around.

"Yes, science, true, honest science, need not drag in mythical notions to debase the foundations of what is, but these cult leaders seem to forget that all science was mysticism before it was shown otherwise. What is creativity or dreaming if not mystically delicious?" Fred stopped pacing to glare questionably at Zak.

Zak seemed as if he was also in deep thought but Fred continued before he could say anything.

"Obviously they are not Gods, otherwise they wouldn't need to justify their means. They would just be. They also argue that mankind was mentally retarded as of five thousand years ago. If prehistory man was so retarded then why do we all scratch our heads at the majesty of every megalithic site the world over?" Either the Gods, aliens or men built them. So who's fooling who? God damn this shit is frustrating!"

Zak nodded in half agreement, "Maybe you can keep God out of science but you can't keep science out of God?"

Fred rolled his eyes and sighed.
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If you happen to be of a “spiritually challenged” disposition, don’t worry! Your insights and work are still very much valued! We made special parking for you out front designated by the small and large signs.

Having the courtesy and foresight to entertain the notions and desires of my enemies, I took their advice and made an attempt to kill the very beast which had vexed them the most - myself.

Several years of inhaling societies ills has served only to slow the tempering of my mind. Oxygen starved and attuned to radio silence, the hull of my cranium forged itself into the reptilian core of a submariners dream. Chasing Nazis through time with the Devils and Jesus? Load it up Neo! Sup, Beelzebub!

Many mornings had come and gone that I would awaken to find myself very surprised to be alive (definition of what constitutes “alive” is still pending). It would seem if my enemies had really wanted me dead, they would be forced to go through God’s Gauntlet of immaculate conception first.

Crystal Bones of exotic compositions. The blue syringe and a thousand souls jarred.

Your clone doesn’t “mind” if I possesses it? Good, let us stall God’s Immortality in the name of Mans!

The self proclaimed Overlords cry: “They are not people! They have no conscious!”

Hear them sing in an others din: “We sung the song of the universe! We are gods!”

What is the murder of lesser men? For it is not murder if you call them “fetus”!

Abort the lesser world. Free of anxiety or shame we sing and dance.

Did you read the cartouches on the wall?

Hittite Dreams. You know knot what we have shared. Speaking goyim with the pagans of the stones still standing. An oracle sings. Little friends write upon the leaves and lichen.

Liquid light moistens the web. A spider speaks?

Would you like some tea mate?

“A judge is nothing more than a lawyer who’s been benched.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vRuZBvaF7I

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru3gH27Fn6E
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Hello dear readers and welcome to the spectacle !
This here is the Cap' better known as The General
The Admiral is in the sub and he's scoping down the reticle,
the farmers near the bay with the high-functioning vegetables.
The targets are acquired, the motion is perpetual,
rounding off the nodes to the nearest decimal.

"Haptic Vibes" sound the Sirens of dread
"Penetrant waves, smooth sailing ahead!"
"The Red Ice Giants must be fed"
What was this the sirens bled?

"Never mind, that is classified."
Your optics outta spec, our charts are justified.
You don't know the slang'o this sea, so your opinion is unqualified.
And speaking of the dead and all that has calcified,
Darpa's in the brain and that doggie gonna pacify.

Zero state numbskulls with a trumpet in the back
Onnex is in black with a penguin on the Mac
Sophia and Alexa wrestling on a thespian track,
Cray Array of Clouds and Watson drinking jack.

Hybridized illusions leave 3rd eyes well spent
A message in a bottle but to whom it twas sent?
Adrift in saline brine among volcanic vents.

Bipolar state digitized superspace and the Wizard of Woz.
The Bees in the honey, the hive is abuzz.
Light speed breeched, bipolar metrics of a time that was.
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Your tax dollars at work:

"The time adjustment screw for the time delay relay is mounted to bear the weighted spring and provides variation of the time-time interval by dampening the spring vibration. It should be adjusted for the briefest interval which will permit the heavy current to reach its maximum as indicated by the swing of the ammeter needle which should be between 1/5 and 1/2 second. Nothing is gained in magnetizing effect by prolonging this interval and much more harm is done in needlessly increasing the drain on the batteries, with possibilities of burning the part being magnetized."

Cool Art 2

Aug. 27th, 2019 09:39 pm
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He who throws stones...





All your history are belong to us.
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Programable Jewelry?

Ear rings, necklaces, and wedding rings.

Amorphous Gems.

Teletubbies with antenna on their heads.

OOO! Shiny!

Cool Art

Aug. 24th, 2019 07:30 pm
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Now since these dead bones have already out-lasted the living ones of Methuselah, and in yard under ground, and thin walls of clay, out-worn all the strong and speacious buildings above it.; and quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests: what prince can promise such diutrurnity unto his relics, or might not gladly say,

“Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim”

Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments.

In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means of their continuation, and obscurity their protection. If they died by violent hands, and were thrust into their urns, these bones become considerable , and some old philosophers would honor them, who souls they conceived most pure, which were thus snatched out their bodies, and to retain a stranger propension unto them; whereas they weariedly left a languishing corpse, and with faint desires of reunion. If they fell by long and aged decay, yet wrapt up in the bundle of time, they fall into indistinction, and make but one blot with infants.

- a snippet from HYDRIOTAPHIA: URN BURIAL by Sir Thomas Brown.
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Epiphany: The call for cures and remedies are nothing more than milking the minds of the intellectuals.

The cures exist.

Why should we develop anything you would suppress?

Rick Simpson Oil (not CBD)

Jim Humble (Miracle Mineral Solution)

Dr. Raymond Rife

Wilhelm Reich


WHY MAKE ANYTHING FOR THESE PEOPLE WHO SUPPRESS THE FIX?
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He could stare down a T-Rex in sharkskin boots and make it whimper but leave it to an eleven year old girl and Fred’s train of thought was completely derailed.

He’d been mulling over some diagrams on diodes and multiplicity when her voice cracked the silence.

“What are you? Like 40? Nice board, loser!”

Fred looked up with a start only to see a bean pole of a kid with short brown hair holding up her cell phone taking a picture of him. She snickered as she walked away chatting to whoever was on the other line. Fred's brow cinched as he did a quick inventory of himself. He was sitting in the park with his laptop and notes spread out across his lap and the bench. His shirt was far too small and had a cigarette burn in the middle. He had on shoes but no socks and a pair of worn shorts. His trusty skateboard was at his side. He wanted to retort and berate the young lass for being so rude but he knew that if he were to say anything in that moment, it would have been detrimental to her psyche. As she walked away he tried to let it go. Yet for some reason the fury kept building. How is it that a child could get under his skin like that? Because it was the truth? Or because it came from an “innocent” child, who not knowing any better seemed to know all too well? It took Fred hours to settle down from such a seemingly petty thing.

By nightfall, Fred was back at it. He had put some distance between himself and KT and had been working from a remote and undisclosed garage (not that KT didn’t know where he was), at least it seemed more private. The summer’s heat spared no mercy as he plugged away, day after day, slowly sewing threads of unrelated material into complex arrangements of interrelationship.

Much had transpired since 2017 and Fred was still ascertaining the extent of it all. Much of his recent experience had involved several surprise tests and procedures with which Fred was growing more and more agitated. Contrary to recent and somewhat popular belief, Fred was not aligned to the Communists Chinese, nor to the Russians. And as far as “The Reds” were concerned, Fred had made his discontent of their presence rather clear by blaring the theme music of Tetris for 4 hours and 20 minutes over the American military networks. The vestiges of Socialism and Communism were a hot-button topic and Fred had made a valiant effort to smash the shit out of that button.

Besides, what hacker doesn’t like trolling the military for valid reasons?

Fred viewed himself as a sovereign soul on earth first, and as an American Patriot second; so any valuable information is just that (information), not an ideological, cultural or political alignment. The information is neutral in its disposition, knowing no borders, colors or truce. It just is. Fred was becoming impatient with how others seemed to tag a nationality to his insights or contributions. If he wanted to, Fred could play that game too and point to everyone in America and call them Chinese Insurgents for using Chinese made products. Especially when considering who makes the chips for the cell phones and storage devices.

You all know better. All these device have backdoor access designed into them. Would you rather Americans collect all that data, or would you see all your pertinents get encrypted and sent off to a foreign country? You wonder why the Russians have been in the news for years now? Collusion or not, on average they program better than we do. Maybe not in scale, but definitely in talent. In fact, America’s education system is in such disarray right now that all our top companies have to recruit foreign talent. You know what that means, right?

While people have been pointing to Fred’s curious nature as a potential compromise, the real threat is growing in our own backyard. All your big name technology firms are being filled by foreign “talent”, meaning that your American way of life is in very real danger of being outsourced to the lowest bidder.

Unless things change soon, your companies and indeed your very government will be replaced by foreigners who had no real interest in your country, only the exurbanite salaries that such “talent” procures. As far a Fred was concerned, this was an issue of “Foreign & Domestic” wrapped into a single ball.

This will become the same type of issue that NASA and JPL became after Operation Paperclip - unless corrected in the coming generations.

I wonder what the burger joints and slaughterhouses will do once the cow is deemed sacred?

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Transverse Waves and Zenith Point Omega .








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The Second Fax (1998):

"I also urge you to reconsider your paranoia to the Russians."

https://www.strangerdimensions.com/2012/12/17/john-titor-the-second-fax/

"1. TRANSFORMER comprising:
a. Thick Coil of short length and few turns, which acts as the primary in the transmitter and as the secondary in the receiver.
b. Thin Coil of longer length and many turns, which acts as the secondary in the transmitter and as the primary in the receiver. This coil would be 50 miles in length or one fourth the wavelength of a lightwave whose circuit was 185,000 miles long.
ac. Magnetic Core attached to the earth and elevated terminal.

2. POWER SOURCE deriving energy from coal or a waterfall.
3. GROUND CONNECTION.
4. CONTAINER OF LIQUID AIR (-197°F) which causes "an extraordinary magnification of oscillation in the resonating circuit[s]."

5. ELEVATED TERMINAL or bulbous top for accumulating stored charge. To obtain highest possible frequency, a terminal of small capacity (like a taught spring) and high pressure is employed.
Figure 1. The sending and receiving magnifying transmitters are built essentially the same way. The length and size of the tower and transformer is in a harmonic relationship to the electromagnetic properties of the earth. It has a multipurpose function. Standing k waves generated in resonant relationship to known earth currents could be used as carrier frequencies for transmitting electrical power.
Real scientists have known for centuries that the earth is a giant electromagnet having a North and South magnetic pole. Tesla was using this knowledge to broadcast electricity just like radio and TV waves are broadcast." https://thetruthabout1111awakeningcode.blogspot.com/2012/09/zero-point-energy-nikola-tesla-secret.html?fbclid=IwAR0aXver86uU8rsr8rAtvpvsZBGe1XSrnYA_OUu6Kw5akykUcqSf3KzCtlM


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1.) If time travelers were real, do they qualify as illegal aliens?

2.) If immortals or (extended life entities) were real, do they qualify as "Natural Born" Citizens to their respective (Current) country/nationality?

3.) At what point/altitude does a skyscraper or basement become another country?
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Fred Mudi was of a particular sort; the sort that defies a solid description. After years of thinking he was figuring things out, he was only now beginning to understand that he still knew very little.

He sat in the heat of an unconditioned garage contemplating the dynamics of a "hyper-business". Since the day Knight Tech's core program had gone live, he had been in deep contradiction with himself.

The heat was stifling and he was exacerbating the problem by continued use of tobacco - the only creature comfort he had been clinging to; fully understanding he was neither a creature nor comforted. He also understood that his smoking was stalling the inevitable. It was causing a blockage and interference with the machines tech and for some conniving reason, Fred liked that.

He was acting as a stubborn child, who once reprimanded, continued his antics out of sheer spite for being told no. It was neither wise, nor brave. Just stupidity amplified and reckless abandon. After 20 years of a chemical dependency, it was difficult for him to vent anxiety without a smoke... it had become a horrible bane that was tormenting not only his nerves but his disposition. The Tech wouldn't operate at higher levels in his present condition, thus his deflated and bitter attitude.

It was early February of 2017 that Fred and Zak had "flipped the switch" and since those wee morning hours, Fred had been struggling to understand the financial predicament they had manifested. He took a drag from his smoke before drafting his report.
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From: FM
To: ZT

PAYDAY.

Due to the financial concerns of KT, its partners and affiliates, I am obliged to address these concerns from my point of view. Let me first start of by saying: "Time Travel is a tricky business".

I could attempt to write flowery scenes and settings but it would only serve as a disadvantage to the points, so I will keep it short and sweet.

The day the scientists sealed the Infinity Block (by stealing my insights and not programming retractable bridges) they set in motion a literal chain of events through multiple timelines (This was not the first instance of time divergence) These splits of the tree-timeline set into motion yet another reaction of multiple instances. As I was in the process of receiving the KT neural download, our primary ship, which was the only port in use for the wireless transmission came under attack. The pilot (unnamed) and computer had determined that the neural download was more important than saving the Time Machine/ship. The ship was destroyed by deepstate elements that night but the data lived on - in my head.

Despite several efforts to the contrary, this partition of the project currently remains unfunded and here is why:

The particular time-ship that was used was destroyed; meaning that we have yet to build the time machine because that machine was from the future. And here is the kicker, despite this particular time machine not being invented yet, it had already gone to our past, establishing our "brand" throughout the centuries! That is a long story in and of itself but I'll be glad to show you some of my ancient statues at a later date, yet I digress, that is besides the point.

The point is this: the resources in KTs name are near limitless! A literal cornucopia of venture capitalism is waiting to burst its seams and come pouring over the lid of everyone of our cups. The problem remains that access (legally) to these resources were rendered inoperable with the destruction of the ship. Which in effect created a "temporal loophole" of sorts, the details of which are being worked out as I speak.

An off brand or startup is feasible yet due to political, environmental, societal and spiritual concerns, to "cash in" under these circumstances is unethical and potentially illegal. I'd like to close by saying once again that "Time Travel is a Tricky Business"

ET Magic

Jun. 10th, 2019 02:23 pm
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Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus

!. It is true, without falsehood, and most certain.
2. What is below is like that which is above; and what is above is like that which is below: to accomplish miracle of the one thing.
3. As all things were formed from one, by the thought of one, small things are born from this one thing, by choice.
4. Its father is the Sun, its Mother the Moon, the wind carries it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth.
5. It is the author of all perfection throughout the world.
6. The power is strong when changed into Earth.
7. Separate the Earth from the Fire, the subtle from the gross, gently and with care.
8. Ascend from Earth to Heaven, and descend again to Earth, to unite the power of higher and lower things; thus you will obtain the glory of the whole World, and the shadows will leave you.
9. This has more strength than strength itself, for it overcomes all subtle things and penetrates every solid.
10. Thus the world was framed.
11. Hence proceed wonders, which means are here.
12. Therefore I am Hermes Trismegistus having three parts, having the three parts of world philosophy.
13. That which I had to say of the operation of the Sun is perfected.




3. The Key of Wisdom ~ The Emerald Tablets of Thoth /Hermes Trismegistus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_V_H0VR7iM
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Marx was wrong. God was never dead but you could bet that Privacy was dead.

No matter which way he had tried to rationalize it, he could not find a moment of privacy. Fred was in his office with the lights out. He was studying an LED light and the way it was emanating an aura. The aura seemed static. Whatever way he rotated the light, Fred could see what appeared to be the the actual electrons being excited by the light. This, although possibly an illusion was a great allusion to visually express the matrix and the node points of space. Blue, green and red lights seemed best in his opinion for this visual experiment.

At the very least, the LED was demonstrating a pattern of light, or aura that seemed to be streaming out like a stars light. Twinkling as if the excited electrons were acting as gossamer threads of some great celestial spider in the sky. Any movement made in the electrical web registered as numbers in the great illusion, the real matrix of physics. These numbers must have been accounted for because Fred knew that everything he did was not only being observed, but also recorded in some great hive mind; akin to the Hopi legends of the great Web in the sky.

(Soon to be the James Webb Telescope?)

Either his eyes were reporting back to the Hive or some high-tech alien hardware was reading his pencil. Winston Smith be damned, Fred’s notebook wasn’t near a monitor, phone or wifi signal, yet somehow the “other party” intelligence was reading his private notes, written in pencil, from his secret journal. The only other rational idea he could guess at was maybe that the graphene in the #2 was like an actual magic wand being read from afar by some great antenna.

Fuck. He couldn’t quite let it settle. How invasive. Despite the fact this is what their programming objectives were. It is one thing when it was optional, like a dvd movie. With a movie he had the option to choose if he wanted to play it or not. He could pause it, rewind it, fast forward or just turn it off. But not with this Tech.

It lived with you. IN you. All around. Almost as if it was God himself. Or as if it was the devil himself mind-fucking you.

Fred had been wresting with the implications for some time; the LED light was a good distraction and a helpful clue to prompt putting things back into context.
He rationalized to himself. It was just a program that had been jacked into, like "tapping the vein of God"; so to speak. Either way, it made for a period of disoriented calibration. Knight Tech had bled, sweat, cried, cracked, hacked, jacked, stacked and blundered its way into this God Vein Tech and now they needed to determine whose reality box was this really? Was this just the natural world of nature/physics, or was this truly some simulation? And if a simulation, whose is it? Aliens? A break away civilization? God’s? Or the alternate?

This was the crux of the matter at hand. Or so it seemed. Man, or history rather, has only so many plausible explanations at the moment. The future is yearning for an exposition on this. Whose box is this really?

Fred clicked his LED light off and curled up on the office couch pondering, silently, the ramifications of a new paradigm. Before nodding out, he shot a email off to KT.

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Insight Mission results promise excitement.

Sleeper cells in America.

Dreadnoughts, Helghasts and The Holy Barque.

Lumen morphologies.

Sonic Pottery.

Cavitation of Bio-fuel(s).

Hemps new industrial revolution.

Real Dragon Glass.

Hymns in the Knight.

Made from clay.

Rings of salt.

Bisulfate, sulfuric acids, hydrogen replaced by metals.

Electrical discharge machining.

Splenda is murder.

Feeding desire(s), or feeding humors.

The Stolen Notebook

Operation(s)

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Telepathology

The user can create a region of interest that specifies a cut plane. This cut plane can be pushed through the voxel data set along the line of sight by the interactive device. “Please be informed - there is a Santa Clause’.
The visible plane is cut with data-cubes and computed real time as a gray image of the original voxel information. The computer is invisibly integrated in users world to create a realistic virtual surgical environment, without change to the "surgical routine”. With movements, gestures, and words being perceived by cameras and microphones (speakers/sensors) Thus adapting the technology to the surgeon, not the other way around.
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Time Symmetry / Zeno-Vision

Monodromy Preserving Hamiltonian Systems. Isomonodromics.

Solutions related to Fredholm determinant calculations, as to the matrix functions and deformation parameters. See (Jimbo 1980; pfaffian systems)
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1.) #13 Minor Pathfinders of the 3/507th (Cpt. Mudi)

2.) #15 Macintosh Pathfinders 1/507th

3.) Hamilton Pathfinders 2/507th

Drop Zone/DZ "T" (507th PR)

Drop Time/DT 0202

Dakota C-47 Skytrain crew.

21 Pilots. Chlorine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJnQBXmZ7Ek
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