Showing posts with label Telpathic Range. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Telpathic Range. Show all posts


The Lion Ring

Roaring Lion
Bronze Statue's a matter of Pride.

Lion Ring Seal With Imprint

Note: perspective is off, since She is no Artist

The Lion is a Symbol of both the Tribes Judah and Dan. Legend has it that King Solomon wore a Signet Ring that conferred magic powers to Him s.t.n. He may control the Wind, Demons and Jinn and understand the language of the animal kingdom. As King He used such a ring to Set His Seal on official documents and coduct other courtly business.

In General, a seal-making device is also referred to as the seal matrix or die; the imprint it creates is the seal impression (or, more rarely, the sealing). If the impression is made purely as a relief resulting from the greater pressure where the high parts of the matrix touch, the seal is known as a dry seal. (wikipedia)

Today, setting a seal or  'sealing' has to do with protecting from public view court documents in order to guard State Secrets or in Witness Protection programs.

No One other than King Solomon has ever seen His Ring and if they had, they would not have 'lived' to tell about it (get it, they 'die' first). Some guess that it had 4 jewels, some think it was embossed with the Star of David and inscribed with the Ineffable Name(s) of God.

Some bear the Seal (stigmata as a white scar from a heat impression) since it is never appropriate to welcome such High Heads of State (Emissaries) with the Universal One Finger Salute.

Lately I've been 'hearing' "Beautiful! Beautiful!"   -- something that my friend Paul (the 'glazier') is known to say, where most people suffice to say, "Wow!", or "Oh, My God!" or simply,  "O, Gee!"

Since that can't be a comment on Her Artistic Endeavors (that's Michael's Forte), if She is sooo beautiful and You took the Time (Out) to imprint Her with Your Stamp of Approval, why is it that You Know her name(s), address(es) and phone number(s), and yet She doesn't know the first thing about You? (Aside: I know, it's because she is a blabber mouth and is likely to post your Identity on this ProScribed blog of hers that NoBody reads, once she runs your license plates for the world wide web users to see--I really wouldn't).

Unless, it isn't a stamp of approval at all and more of a 'damned Yankee' tag--which is just as likely given what She registers as Your disappointment every time You spot Her and She 'hears' You 'say,' "...and here She is--again!"

(Another Aside: Her poor Spelling and Your obscure Stamping is a sure recipe for disaster, it's a good thing the Gramma(r) is holding up).

Addendum 06_19_2012: Okay, Mr. 'It's you!'-- What exactly are You accusing me of other than failure to pull a comb through my hair and a predilection toward weird science? 

O, and don't keep summoning me and then act like you don't know why it's me that keeps showing up!
{No bragging rights! He Says, "She's a Loaner--just until He figures out what to do with this **ing mess, doesn't give any of ewes guys a right to abuse the previledge} Who else saw Him on the Santa Monica Pedestrian bridge crossing on June 18, 2012?



The problem, Dear, is that You think I don't see You.

It may seem like I am whining and pining for my Late Father, especially now that Father’s Day has come and gone (how dolorous), but what You may not realize is that my Father is not as Late as everyone has been led to believe.

It seems like only yesterday, well, okay, it was the Summer of 2010, when my Father (my Dad) popped into my place of business and pretended to be duly impressed with how little I‘ve managed to accomplish during my, at best, inconsequential stay on Earth.

He sauntered into the shop, looked around for nothing in particular and said, “Nice place you have here. I’d like to find a place just like this to live.”

Thinking he was admiring the interior design, I offered to do the same for him should he settle on a place.

“No,” He says, “I meant I like this one. Would you know how much they’re asking?”

“Well, Gee, I wasn’t aware that they were gonna sell it right out from under me!” I think to myself, but what I say is, “We are leasing the area upstairs if you’re interested, but for work since this is a commercial space; I don’t think you can actually live here.”

He looks to his right, and clearly says aloud, “I Know she’s my daughter.”

At which point I think to myself, O, Gee, this must be my Dad, given his propensity to speak into the air where no one else is visibly standing around listening; there is no mistaking that genetic defect!”
I give him a careful once over, and think, “He does look familiar, but nothing like the fella I kissed goodbye as he lay cold and blue-tinged in his coffin back in ’94.”
Yet, His keen insight makes me think, “Well, I guess there’s no fooling You, Dad, given how I stacked on the pounds, and the swelling in my face and extremities turned me into a nicer smelling, non-drooling, version of Jabba-the-Hutt--I still couldn't fool you, could I?”

I actually became very self-conscious about my physical appearance at that point and tried to make imperceptible minor adjustments to my clothing to make sure, at the very least, that I was presentable; not because I was trying to impress him, but because I was disappointed for myself and didn't want it to be so obvious.

He kept chatting away about this and that and I tried to keep up with the conversation, all the while thinking, “Okay, while I’m not really sure how or why You’re here, and because what’s Yours is Mine anyway, say and do whatever You will, but please not another math problem out of You!” (About the only place I was ever allowed to make a mistake)
And, when He decided the conversation wound down to a satisfactory conclusion, He said his good-byes and promised to be back again.

“Hmmm, where have I heard promises like that before?” I wonder.

Since that last surprise inspection tour, I make more of an effort to look presentable throughout the day whenever I’m out and about. The kids don't mind my looking frumpled every so often, as long as I keep breathing, but if Dad catches me looking out of sorts, that usually spells disaster

My Late Father's name, (Gramps or GDad, to You) is Abraham, and he spelled it true to his heritage, Ibrahim, (roughly translated Free-Them or Their Freedom)--quite the activist in his youth, and the story often told in Sunday School is about Abraham Smashing the Idols, which often brings this type of imagery to mind:

21 Al-Anbiya (The Prophets)وَتَاللَّهِ لَأَكِيدَنَّ أَصْنَامَكُم بَعْدَ أَن تُوَلُّوا مُدْبِرِينَ 21:57
21:57 (Abraham said) "And, By God! I will Certainly/Surely/Ablate? your idols/fixations/images/copies/icons/Signs while your backs are turned (while you are unaware)!"

You can quote me on that, Sign 21:57, since I am afterall my father's daughter. If the conexion is not immediately obvious, the breakdown follows:
The word for idols is أَصْنَامَ which includes all the associated meanings: icons/statues/false gods/signs, etc. ;and Abe, in his own honest way, says he'll "make certain/sure" (لَأَكِيدَ, 'la-akeeda' ) of them while the pagans are not watching.
On the face of it this sounds like a safe bet to have them entrusted to Abe's care, because that's the part the idolators want to believe; that Abe feels the same way about the false gods (idols) they love and will 'take care' of them accordingly.

It is in the very next Sign 21:58 that we, the reader, see what Abe meant by 'take care' or 'make certain' of the idols/images/signs/icons/statues/false gods (which he apparently was not too fond of). Sign 21:58 starts off by stating that he 'ablated them' فَجَعَلَهُمْ جُذَاذًا ('faja3alahum jathethen'); the root for jathethen is 'jthe' جُذَ (the letters j + the). The linguistic manuever speaks to Abe's honesty as well as his eloquence, since that little (2-letter) word includes all of the meanings tabulated below (and then some):

Given how Abe took care of the things he found so irksome, including everything from defacing the statues, to whitewashing, to pouring acid on them, and whatever he saw fit to do to work this thing out of his system, must have called for a great deal of effort on his part; physical force, stress, intellect---he must have called on all of his resources to accomplish this task in the few hours he thought no one else was looking.

And now, I am expected to do the very same thing my Father did without breaking a sweat or getting a hair out of place. Calls for some

The brute force tactics would have involved ablation as it pertains to physical destruction, like sandblasting, abrasion, and filing them down, that don't necessarily have to have a negative outcome since these same processes can be used to polish, scrub, and refine the idols, too, which was his duty to his father, the idol maker, to look after what his father produced as his means of livelihood; the weathering process related to ablation would have taken a bit longer since it would involve wear and tear, erosion, and general attrition due to the ravages of time, and since Abe is not a slave to time, he probably had enough time to see all this get done, too; the utterly destructive connotation to ablation is 'conflagration' which would have been a rather intense fire, but as we know, fire is also a way to purify something, like when smelting metals. So, in reality, since Abe did the brunt of the work in accomplishing this task, there is no need to have to cover the same territory my father did when dealing with false objects that call for my attention.

The more accessible methods to me would be those that involve usage/consumption including expenditure in time, money, effort, ingestion (or in my special case, indigestion, and I've covered that thoroughly), an asynchronous phase in an electromagnetic field (I was able to verify that my EEG slowed in some areas, including the beta and theta bands, and were indeed out of synch with 'normal' (everyone else's)); the leakage aspect (yes, that too) has to do with publishing this blog, which based on my own children not being able to find it, shows that it has some information that gets stymied in an attempt to keep the information from getting out. But the one aspect of living up to my father's name (expectations) is ablatation as it pertains to 'abstraction' in that 'breaking the Signs' it led (at least me, anyway) to develop some new concepts. {If anyone else deigns to claim any part in my turning an abysmally tragic event into this kind of positive, they should reconsider. Since as part of my conversation with my Dad, He actually gave me some sound advise. He said, "You know, there is a way to negotiate with terrorists. You basically say, 'Either I get it All, or you get Nothing!"}.

{It's about an hour after I jotted down that last sentence and then You Know What You Did!
I take it You didn't like what I was wearing?--sheesh!}

And while Abe waited 'til everyone else's backs were turned to have at it, my personal take on the familial duty was to do it while they were watching (right under their noses)--thinking, well, if the job description called for diplomacy, Ms. Shirley Temple or Audrey Hepburn would have been the more suitable candidates, or at the very least, a better poker player.

Figuring that chances are the messenger never makes it out alive, what have I to lose if I was already handed my own death sentence ?(I still wish it didn't have to hurt so much). So, the conclusion was that going out with a little flourish would intrigue the kids (seeing the affect the 'love story' angle had on them, the levity from this counter approach seemed a tad more apropos).


Word Problems

If you take the time to plow through this blog, you may become convinced that there are several different ways to see or understand the same exact thing; not simply due to different view points (remember Bob and Emily?), but because it is the Way in which the Message propagates throughout the multiple levels of Reality.

But preferring not to deal with esoteric arguments, there are concrete examples of how this multifaceted approach works in our everyday (collective) life.
A specific case in point would be how we think of the Moon and its orbit around the Sun. I found a good discussion about this at The Orbit of the Moon Around the Sun is Convex! , and it serves as a good example for this post about Word Problems.

Summarily, there are some who believe the Moon’s orbit around the Sun is loopy, having negative curvature at times, and others who think it traces some elliptical or circular path, when in fact (in a 3 or 4 dimensional context) it approximates a convex polygon with rounded corners.
Based on a sidereal month the polygon would have about 13 ‘corners’ since 365.25 days to orbit the Sun/27.32 days per month in orbit=13.37 months per orbit.

There are those who believe that God Creates With His Words, and others who profess His Applied Language is Geometry or Calculus; but some of us have discovered that God does all of the above because He likes working out Math Word Problems.
Someone recently hinted that everybody already knows what the problems are and that one’s efforts are best directed at finding more solutions. The short answer is ‘ewes guys shore expect a lot out of 1 brain cell clinging desperately to all the missing parts of its anatomy.’ But even in this situation, the old adage holds that ‘If you give a man a fish, he eats for a day; but if you Teach a man how to fish he eats for a Lifetime (and can feed others).’

So, learning how to get a solution is more important than just providing someone with an answer, because then they can find out answers to things they think important and not just settle for solutions to things someone else feels they should know.
This is where it gets personal; during my school years, I remember having to work out Math Word Problems from as early as grammar school (thanks to Mr. Comer, Principal, PS 229; and for all those Irish Blessings that at first glance looked like curses), then deliberately throughout middle school, and by the time high school and college rolled around it seemed every math problem was initiated with a word problem.

We were not given math problems to merely hone technique or just math’s sake but the majority of the problems were tied in to real world phenomena and required having to depict or translate the narratives into mathematical relationships.
This is where those of you following this site get to LOL because you see how abysmal my math skills are right now, but that won't keep me from trying; I know I have forgotten the bulk of all that I learned—I even forgot how to integrate, but somehow I have to make this work…

And having put two children through school I am surprised at the limited exposure they each have had to applying the math they learn by solving word problems. It was only until they each reached beyond Algebra II that their textbooks or homework assignments included a slim number of word problems that they needed to work, if any, and not until Calculus did working word problems become common.
The trick is to learn how language describes math, as simple as ‘and’ means ‘+’ and ‘a collection’ means ‘a set’; higher level concepts would be like ‘marry’ means ‘unify’ and if you are working out a problem in physics it may mean ‘equalize two strands before splicing (uniting, adding, linking, merging, etc)’ ; or the word ‘soul’ may mean ‘any one' or ‘nonphysical, i.e, imaginary' entity.

Why such an emphasis on solving word problems?
For the simple reason that 'a picture is worth a thousand words'; it is simply a fast way to get a detailed concept across to a large audience in a language everyone can understand.

This is best illustrated with an example:
(وَإِنَّا لَجَمِيعٌ حَاذِرُونَ (26:56
(وَجُمِعَ الشَّمْسُ وَالْقَمَرُ (75:9
Signs 26:56 and 75:9 are written in Arabic, a language that only about 4% of the present day world population can understand.

The first translation in English (a language spoken by about twice as many as those who can understand Arabic) works out to:
26:56 And, truly, We are Wholly Vigilant

75:9 And the gathering of the Sun and the Moon
And the interpretation of these same Signs in arithmetic syntax works out to:

26:56 And, True, We are Discretely Computing/Adding Up/Gathering
75:9 And combining/calculating the 'Center of the Orbit' and the 'Time in Months'

The words discrete and calculating and adding up do indicate some type of integration is taking place.
The Sun is a metonym for the point around which other bodies revolve or the 'center of an orbit' (aka focus); and the Moon is the only natural Earth satellite and is closely linked to timekeeping.

In fact, the words moon and month are cognates and a month was used by early civilisations to mark out the natural time period of the Moon (in fact, some languages use the same word for both Moon and month, like in Farci 'mah').
Based on the foregoing, it's not a major leap to think that Sign 75:9, in addition to its prima facie message, is also a math problem. If one were to follow the arithmetic syntax and use a handy-dandy computer program to do the integration, such as the ubiquitous but quasi-reliable Excel tool, it becomes evident the problem is basically calling to attention the geometry of the orbit of the Moon around the Sun and what happens if one were to integrate or sum up the discrete values (given by the Sign numbers 75:9) from 75 to 9.
What is not clear is whether these upper and lower bounds are to be taken in Degrees or Radians (), or simply Time.
To keep the math manageable, an approximate circular orbit is assumed but that shouldn't keep anyone with more time and better tools from working out the case for an ellipse. The radial plot and the edge view (line chart) along with the calculations appear below.

Both the Radians v R and the T v (cos ^2 + sin ^2) plots are generated based on the assumption that the Moon's orbit is given by (400 cos t+ cos 13t, 400sin t + sin 13t) with the Sun at the geometric center (the focus).

The line graph depicts a close-up of the edge view and shows that the curve undulates (has 'rounded corners') without any negative curvature...

...and I hear someone say, "So, what?!" and another call "Dibs!" and Old Faithful say, 'F#*$ me!'...

The Radar plot T v R^2 indicates that a sector about 1/3 of the whole is missing. Interestingly, there is a beltway that partially circles Lexington, Kentucky evocative of this undulating orbit (generalized ellipse unwrapped from a conic surface for more than one period with interval length 2pi/k) with a similar size bite taken out of it:


Depeche Mode
Policy Of Truth song lyrics
Songwriters: Gore, Martine …

It's too late to change events
It's time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of Truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before…

You'll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of Truth
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before …

Surely there must be saner ways to go fishing (get it--de peche mode?)!

I guess somebody out there doesn't like working out Math Word Problems or feels threatened by something as simple as my commuting home, and that's why I have included the image below that has nothing to do with what I am on about here. And it also occurred to me (with a great deal of sadness) that nobody gets what this is really all about since I am having to deal with this type of tomfoolery still.

Just because I am slow to anger, does not mean that I don't get angry; and just because I prefer to walk away does not mean that I am chicken. But I know now why I don't see them coming, I guess it would give me a rather sizable unfair advantage. But then, that's what Mikey is for and I take back what I said earlier about your artwork Michael, please feel free to submit it prolifically; and I don't need to hear any more about my bunker mentality since after this morning's commute it appears to be well founded (the angle of incidence was absolutely perpendicular to the direction of travel (vehicle speed about 70 mph)--did You see who did it?--And, it's no use trying to break the news to me slowly and gently when the kids blurt it out at the breakfast table).


The Visit

dimensions approximate; You had the GPS; I had the ...


The Trouble with Telepathy

Mom: That had to be the longest silent phone call I have ever witnessed.

Son: Mom, haven't you heard of Telepathy?.

Mom: Well, if it's . telepathy, what do they need a phone for?.

Son: They were out of range!