Manamanamanaman... ar. 'I am dreaming'
Man am... en. 'Man I am'
Man am... par. 'It's Me'
The above furthers our discussion on language and its proper usage.
"I believe that always, or almost always, in all childhoods and in all
the lives that follow them, the mother represents madness. Our mothers always
remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met."
--Marguerite
Duras
The following is a restorative Sanity Check. Many of you are old enough to read this by now having first heard it over 12 years ago. See if you can remember how to fill in the blanks.
'Children. Children! This is your_____
If you can hear this, IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS
Then Know that you have _______'
You probably also can remember the rest; what you were supposed to do then and what you should be doing now.
After you finish with what you are doing, have had some nourishment and a little rest, you might like to read James Rogers' PhD, Our Keys to a Golden Future, Peace, Abundance, Fulfillment, Joy.
This self-published opus (Mar. 2008, ISBN 978-1-4347-0862-4) was adequate reading with a couple of points of interest, however, it was catalogued under Humanities, History, making the subject matter a bit misleading. The author does admit it was published in a rush and without a final edit, which begs the question, What's the hurry? Had it been indexed as fiction, I may have enjoyed it more.
Excerpts from Our Keys to a Golden Future...:
' The lesson for us is 'Don't blame the Sphinx, or God, or Queen Elizabeth, the Pope, or even the Man in the Moonscape.' When we stop blaming other people for something we do ourselves, love will be let out of prison. (The author's broad-stroke presumption being we all share the issues he has with love).
Of course, all of the above is metaphorical despite the embedded truth. (Note to self--has not yet mastered the use of metaphor).
Reality is a bit harsher. (Yes, when you are deliberately poisoned then have people try to white-wash it, and then say you did it to yourself, Reality Sucks Lemons!)The prison of love is not built of stone, bricks, steel bars, it is built of bioelectric grids in the human brain. (Again, here the author is professing we share his stilted love issues and builds a case to somehow justify tampering with the brain's 'bioelectric grid'). Now and then love is let out of prison on 'work release' and we get glimpses (I must needs to interject---those of us knowing where our Love/Heart is at had no need for a 'work release' since to many of us it was already a labor of Love). But, as I say, only now and then.' (p 3) (Funny, I still see those Waxie Time trucks everywhere and over-built steel cans of 'air freshener' with metered nozzles--indicating this 'only now and then' cosmic event is still happing more often than not--don't you think?)
Then the author goes on to describe an interaction between space Cadet JPLTRML (rough translation 'Hill of Sand', or better yet Jet Propulsion Labs Training Mojave/Las Vegas (Fort Irwin?) and his/her mission to go down to 3-dimensional Earth; an interesting dialogue but not as sensitively handled as Gordon Egan's The Real Game.
This detour into JPLTRML's assignment is followed promptly with a rather invigorating chapter aptly titled Speculative Pre-History wherein a hairy gibbon by the name Evi is rudely launched out of a tree in a painful fit of a seizure from a cosmic (comic?) event taking place 250,000 miles away that manages to spew particles into a compromised ozone layer plunging the unwelcomed beam into her head.
The effect being:
'....some neurons probably died...billions of neurons..scrambled, severing synapses by the million and making new ones by the billion.
From that moment on, Evi was different from the other(s)...' and takes her other gibbon friend Adamie aside, shows him a few things, and they have kids together.
The author elucidates us further;
'Whether the cosmic shock had fried some neurons or 'jump started' new modules may never be known. Almost certainly, Evi had a headache for a few hours as her discombobulated neurons formed and reformed strategic alliances, all according to neurological programming provided by biology for such emergencies.'
And then comes the topper---the author's ominous warning and thrown gauntlet: 'Now that you have been warned, what are you going to do?'
A L M الم Command
eStop Functions
eReach Final Answer //Computer, recall you were set to work on this over 14 years ago, so a
final answer is reached by now//
eRun Final Answer
//Henry, how are we doing on that fractal subroutine? No further instructions necessary. //
eResume Functions
End
Children, do you see how tiresome this all is?
This thinly guised cosmic event about Evi (who BTW is not all that hairy, has never been known to sleep in a tree except with a hammock) that triggered Evi's headache (that has lasted more that 14 years thus far and not 'The almost certainly few hours') espoused by James Rogers PhD, actually took place while she was at work, in a building sealed tighter than Fort Knox with automatically dispensing 'air fresheners' carefully formulated with known asphyxiants and neurotoxic chemicals. She had the misfortune of making the connection between what was in the can and why everyone was getting sick.
She, having earned one of the best undergraduate degrees she could muster on a full scholarship and attempting to do some public good while raising her young, beautiful family (none of whom are all that hairy or related to any primates) was sensitized to this ambiance and with deliberate and malicious intent on the part of all those involved in orchestrating this cosmic/comic event (the they); she was made to succumb to it. First, by her employer that refused to move her out of the building as they had done for all the other sensitized co-workers, and then by her treating physician's refusal to grant her a medical leave of absence in order to avoid the toxic environment without going AWOL until the toxic spill was remedied. There were of course supporting actors in this scheme of things like the other doctors who were not really doctors but posers (one MD comes to mind, who is licensed in CA but only has a mailbox and no one has seen her or knows anything about her at the clinic she has presumably been working for over 14 years), and others who have a knack for re-writing her medical history or magically making her medical records go missing altogether. After about a dozen years of giving them the benefit of the doubt and trying to believe it was all an unfortunate accident she finally had to face the fact that they sadistically set her up for all this punishment.
And they did not stop at poisoning her then refusing her treatment. They had to discredit her, marginalize her, OD her, institutionalize her, deprive her children of their mother during their formative years, stress out her husband and make him doubt her, alienate her (and she is convinced they abused her body when she was unconscious and can not account for time lost while transiting from Harbor UCLA to UCLA Medical Center), and then stuck her with the bill for that ambulance ride. And this is how they treat Our good will.
Ash-Shu'ara (The Poets)
وَإِذَا بَطَشْتُم بَطَشْتُمْ جَبَّارِينَ 26:130
26:130 And will you, when you lay a hand, lay a hand cruelly, without any restraint?
Why couldn't she just quit? Somehow, her young children were convinced they needed food to eat and shoes on their feet and her spouse refused to accept widowerhood.
Clearly, James Rogers PhD has kept up with the subject matter here at A Page In The Life but just doesn't sound authentic. In fact, he may not really exist.
Holy Quran
Fussilat (Explained in Detail)
سَنُرِيهِمْ آيَاتِنَا فِي الْآفَاقِ وَفِي أَنفُسِهِمْ حَتَّى يَتَبَيَّنَ لَهُمْ أَنَّهُ الْحَقُّ أَوَلَمْ يَكْفِ بِرَبِّكَ أَنَّهُ عَلَى كُلِّ شَيْءٍ شَهِيدٌ 41:53
41:53 We will show them our Signs (Our messages) in the utmost (farthest, highest) Horizons and within themselves, so that it will become clear to them that this is indeed the truth. Is it not enough that your Sustainer is witness to everything?
Zaryati (The Scattering Winds)
وَفِي الْأَرْضِ آيَاتٌ لِّلْمُوقِنِينَ 51:20
وَفِي أَنفُسِكُمْ أَفَلَا تُبْصِرُونَ 51:21
51:20 And on the Earth there are signs to those endowed with inner certainty,
51:21 just as within your own beings: can you not see (are you so unaware)?
And did she even get a 'work release' to regroup, restore--recover? No such animal--because her employer refused to acknowledge any neurological damage had been done to her (so much for the 'brain power grid' discourse). Instead she has been forced to continue working just to keep her medical benefit so that she can continue to treat for damage that was only expected to last for a couple of hours because they--the 'event planners'-- thought they were dealing with monkey brains like their own and not what once was a genuine human's brain.
But, don't feel too bad for Evi; while her neurons were not adept at making new alliances, it appears that she herself did.
31 Luqman
وَمَن يُسْلِمْ وَجْهَهُ إِلَى اللَّهِ وَهُوَ مُحْسِنٌ فَقَدِ اسْتَمْسَكَ بِالْعُرْوَةِ الْوُثْقَى وَإِلَى اللَّهِ عَاقِبَةُ الْأُمُورِ 31:22
31:22 Whoever submits his whole self to God, and does good overall, has indeed grasped a most trustworthy hand-hold: and with God rests the End and Decision of (all) affairs.
You can't see them, you can hardly hear them, and you can't sense them readily in any other way; but when she got to the point where 'the buck stops here' He had something to say about it and now you can't see them, you can't hear them, you can't sense them in any other way.
And if a few of them managed to get away, rest assured there is not a rock or mountain big enough for them to hide under, because as it turns out her alliances have quite a reach.
Al-An'am (The Cattle)
وَعِندَهُ مَفَاتِحُ الْغَيْبِ لاَ يَعْلَمُهَا إِلاَّ هُوَ وَيَعْلَمُ مَا فِي الْبَرِّ وَالْبَحْرِ وَمَا تَسْقُطُ مِن وَرَقَةٍ إِلاَّ يَعْلَمُهَا
وَلاَ حَبَّةٍ فِي ظُلُمَاتِ الأَرْضِ وَلاَ رَطْبٍ وَلاَ يَابِسٍ إِلاَّ فِي كِتَابٍ مُّبِينٍ 6:59
6:59 And with Him are the keys to the things that are imperceptible, none knows them but He. All that is on the land and in the sea; and not a leaf falls but He knows it; and neither a grain in the earth's deep darkness, nor anything living or dead, but is recorded in an evident decree (record, book).
Why did He have to step in allofasudden?
It turns out she couldn't think of a crime big enough to commit that would earn her the pain and suffering they fomented on her and her family with their 'get-love-out-of-jail-fast' routine.
Al-Imran (The Family of Imran)
مَّا كَانَ اللّهُ لِيَذَرَ الْمُؤْمِنِينَ عَلَى مَآ أَنتُمْ عَلَيْهِ حَتَّىَ يَمِيزَ الْخَبِيثَ مِنَ الطَّيِّبِ وَمَا كَانَ اللّهُ لِيُطْلِعَكُمْ عَلَى الْغَيْبِ
3:179 وَلَكِنَّ اللّهَ يَجْتَبِي مِن رُّسُلِهِ مَن يَشَاء فَآمِنُواْ بِاللّهِ وَرُسُلِهِ وَإِن تُؤْمِنُواْ وَتَتَّقُواْ فَلَكُمْ أَجْرٌ عَظِيمٌ
3:179 It is not God's will to abandon the believers to your ways: so He will set apart the bad from the good…
Al-An'am (The Cattle)
قُل لاَّ أَقُولُ لَكُمْ عِندِي خَزَآئِنُ اللّهِ وَلا أَعْلَمُ الْغَيْبَ وَلا أَقُولُ لَكُمْ إِنِّي مَلَك
إِنْ أَتَّبِعُ إِلاَّ مَا يُوحَى إِلَيَّ قُلْ هَلْ يَسْتَوِي الأَعْمَى وَالْبَصِيرُ أَفَلاَ تَتَفَكَّرُونَ 6:50)
6:50 Say: "I do not say to you, 'God's treasures are with me’, ‘nor do I know the things that are beyond the reach of human perception'; nor do I say to you, 'Behold, I am an angel'…
Al-A'raf (The Heights)
قُل لاَّ أَمْلِكُ لِنَفْسِي نَفْعًا وَلاَ ضَرًّا إِلاَّ مَا شَاء اللّهُ وَلَوْ كُنتُ أَعْلَمُ الْغَيْبَ لاَسْتَكْثَرْتُ مِنَ الْخَيْرِ وَمَا مَسَّنِيَ السُّوءُ إِنْ أَنَاْ إِلاَّ نَذِيرٌ وَبَشِيرٌ لِّقَوْمٍ يُؤْمِنُونَ 7:188
7:188 Say: "I can not bring benefit or harm to myself, except as God wills. And if I knew what is beyond that of human perception, abundant good fortune would surely have befallen me, and no evil would ever have touched me. I am nothing but a Warner, and a herald of glad tidings to people who will believe."
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