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“Where was I... o, so we have wittle keyholes and lenses. Did you know that tiny pinholes can function as lenses. LD had to tell me. Because the wave function of light can be focused in that way through a pinhole. He said that, too. So, whether we peek to get a glimpse, or use a glass to get a view, we only get selected strands and strings that pass through. Or, as we might say, only some waves wave at us.

“Now, here’s a puzzler: Can we get wave forms from waves we do not encounter? Those not passing through our hole or lens. Of course we can, you fools, because what we do experience contains the wave form information of the whole... but the wave form, not the wave. And since every hole and every lens is finite, then the best we get is wave forms for the vast majority of our experience. And thus, also, for the vast majority of our discoveries. We do not discover the essence, but only the expression, of most things.

“JC wants you to think of God being that inaccessible essence, and therefore all waves, and Creation being the forms in which we live. And to make God into a form sort of like defeats the whole megillah. The use of the dynamic term should be retained, and never reduced to expression. Otherwise, we don’t have the wave of Origin, we just have Creation. He will be available to discuss this and his parables at the Star of David Bakery, Wednesday night, next millennium.

“Ok, someone has GW’s autograph. Do they have him? I think not!

“Lots to ponder. Just another blip: Could say token instead of form... not toke... a physical representation of something else. So, ponder.” (10/1/2009)

“So, my man gets the gold! Hey, it’s time to recognize direction and attitude, vision and values. That’s why he gets a peace award, he didn’t do anything... like attack. Hasn’t put anyone down, called anyone a person beyond conversation... ‘except for him.’ No, not even him. ‘O wow.’ Asks why and how, not how much can we get away with. Yep, so there!

“Some people don’t know the difference of leadership by might, and the belief that right makes might. Sometimes being on the right page is all that history requires. So we are glad.” (10/9/2009)

“Here’s a teaser: You always want the largest keyhole or peephole or the most inclusive lens you can find, because that will let in the most strands and waves, leaving you with the largest number of wave forms or information.

“The Bigtime isn’t about itself, but what it reveals. Ponder the teaser... and the Firecat. O my.” (10/9/2009)

“And now, the Serious Corner: Existential angst is the product of encountering intersecting strands which are not dominant in one’s perception of one’s reality. We are never anxious about what we believe to be part of our matrix–even the so-called bad parts. But anxiety arises when we experience what is not considered part of our matrix, or even when its rippled wave forms suddenly appear in the midst of familiar waters. One is not existentially anxious about sharks until one is swimming and sees an unexpected fin. And when it’s in your swimming pool.... Such is existential angst. Serious enough?” (10/16/2009)

“O my, what if the strands had spectra of their own, and so the strands could populate a whole region of existence through different expressions. So, the strands are coherent continuities of information, and also wide expressions of the same. And you could, if you were more evolved, sense their continuity or their breadth of expression, but not both.

“They are either bundles of info or fields of info, and can be either but not both, because those are self-contradictory states of beings. Take a football field. Now, for some minutes it is 100 yards of action-packed drama! A struggle between 2 forces. But the same field could also be the place where decades of memories are made, and any single Saturday afternoon is not replayed in the memory, but only the overall pattern. The field is empty, the stands empty, no band, quiet. But that quiet doesn’t negate the crowded noise of games past and future. Just an analogy.

“Some information spreads out and infuses everything. Some information focuses itself tightly into a progression of understanding. Could be the same strand, acting in 2 of its many modes, holding a full spectrum of possible expressions.

“Just something to think about.” (10/19/2009)

“So, here we are in a matrix of strands and each strand a matrix of strings and each string a series of entities and information arranged in a matrix which is a strand, etc.–up and down. Forget about atoms. They are just physical representations of much more essential entities. But I’ve said enough.

“The universe is not made up of atoms! Atoms just represent the more primal building units of existence which, in the end, is information. The same way that the tiny silicon switches of a computer are not the data and logic of the computer, but just representations of the information they present–expressions and representations and conduits and sewers (shit in, shit out). For example, the NRP (National Republican Party) computers and Rush Limbaugh’s so-called brain.

“Here’s a trick. Decide what you want the output to be, then reverse engineer the input needed, then only put that in. And if you can keep the processing the same, it will appear rational. The process itself is actually reasonable, if only the full data were entered.” (11/7/2009)

“And a shout-out to Don and Papa and all their friends who served, and especially to those who served, came home, told their stories once and then got on with it. The world would be better off without war, but it would be even better without the VFW and American Legion. If you gave it up, then stop giving it up! Oy. CT, he never speaks of it. Just once. But he’s CT. They glamorize it. The Best Years of Our Lives, geez. Better than middle school maybe, but.... Ok, enough. 11/11 stuff done.

“Now, on another front, remember... no no, never forget... that principles are more important than personalities, and that principles are only genuine when they are visionary–when following them leads one toward a better future.

“Principles never take you back! Because back is always incomplete, but forward holds the possibility of fulfillment. And if your recent path has led you astray, it is better to envision the right way than to retrace your steps. If a monster has you pinned down in a box canyon, don’t try to run out the way you came in, but scale the heights toward the potential freedom.

“Any discussion that focuses on people more than principles is just a form of masturbation, and who wants to be jerked around. ‘I do!’ Shut up.

“Just keep that in mind. If you want to talk about injustices, you have to open and close speaking of justice. If you would opine (that’s a crossword puzzle word I always wanted to use) about folly, begin and end with wisdom. Begin and end with principals... no, principles, oops.” (11/11/2009)

“Sometimes the wind of change is the past waving goodbye.” (11/18/2009)

Thanksgiving

Rikkity: “And now, brought to you by ARF brand paints and finishes, it’s Ericka’s Bench. ARF ARF ARF. If you paint your bench with ARF, you know it’s finished! Grrrrrr.

“Well party goers, it’s another Turkey Day... gobble. Yes, it’s our own turkey. CT. Picture foot tapping, patient foot tapping... not-so-patient foot tapping. Yes, CT has brought in our turkey... gobble gobble. That’s better!

“Well, we’ve got quite the Bench for you: a sot and a wiz and a prez. But which is which. ‘You see through me.’ Of course, you’re not physical. ‘O.’ So, let’s get started. But I forgot one or two. So let’s say: a sot and a wiz and an ace and a prez and a woof. Now, maybe it’s not Sanford... rrrr. Let’s begin.”

Marky:

“Bonjour. The Beaujolais, she has the berries, no? It was my pleasure to sample many options... hic.

“It is such a festive time. The labors are done and the stores are lade and now the wine mellows, and we with it. And all of this with great thanks. One of the problems of the revolution in my country was that in the haste to remove the past, they also removed the source, and so there was no power to which one could give thanks--except perhaps the mob, and they were hardly worthy of thanks.

“With no spirit of public thankfulness, there is also no source of public hope. So my people became easy prey to the charlatans of charisma. When a nation cannot stop and give thanks, it is no longer a nation but just a mob of neighbors.

“So remember this, and also remember that before the Revolution the agencies of government and church told us to whom and how to be thankful. What is the result of mandate or prescription is never thanks of the heart–not real, only thanks of the fears. I raise my glass and offer thanks. Merci, merci à Tout.” (11/26/2009)

Rikkity: “So he’s not really a sot, he’s a wino. And now the wiz.”

LD:

“I invented turkey stuffing! They had all this stale bread and I said ‘Stuff it!’ Hello.

“Continuing the theme, real thankfulness is never simply about the past. We do not raise up thanksgiving just for what has been and what has come our way, because such thanks would then raise the question of those whose history of late is hunger and pain and fear. To solely base thanks on what has been achieved is to create two classes: those who are blessed and all the rest.

“But in an abundant world, there are no classes. So part of our thanks must always be for the vision of what might yet be, for in that realm all can participate and have hope. The ancient Hebrews embraced this when, at the end of thanks for liberation, even as they knew not everyone was free, they spoke the words ‘Next year in Jerusalem.’ And even the slaved and infirmed and hungry could repeat those words.

“So don’t make thanks a competition, but rather open it as an invitation to the future which is everyone’s birthright, for we know not of any entity which is not intimately part of All That Is And Will Be. So be thankful for the whole, and not the blessings of one’s small portion of the whole. I am off to invent something involving green beans and marshmallows. Wish me well.” (11/26/2009)

Rikkity: “Oy. And now the ace.”

Papa:

“Hi. This is pretty lofty company! But LD loves to hear my flying stories. He says ‘Really? It works?’ And I tell him about flying under the bridge and he goes white. And the Frenchman, he likes my Morocco stories... but he doesn’t like Manischewitz. ‘If I wanted to taste table grapes, I would eat them.’ And the rest of the Bench.

“Just remember to remember the best. The rest will dissolve in the flow of existence. And who knows which is which? So don’t obsess over this or that. Live, enjoy, get out of the basement.

“I always wondered, if she weren’t along, if when we got to Providence we might just have kept going. You were always up for an adventure. But no, ‘Turn here, Milt!’ The biggest gifts of life may be just behind the door, in the room where we keep our biggest treasures. Ponder that one.

“I connect with all who matter to me. This is better than dot dash. Ouija Board Operator's Manual. I teach that over here. ‘Say, Mr. Ace, I want to connect with my loved ones. How do I do that.’ Here, read this book. My book title is blank and they see what they want to. So sometimes it’s Ouija and sometimes it’s dreams and sometimes it’s dimes, etc. The same techniques apply. It’s about belief, not about details.” (11/26/2009)

“O, here he comes. Mr. President.”

GW: “O, ace. Talking with babe again?”

Papa: “I am, sir.”

GW: “I’ll speak too, then.

“Gracious good afternoon. Ace is something. There is much you are not yet aware of. And I, too. Just the other day, M was explaining something to me and I nearly dropped my teeth, haha. Didn’t know I had a sense of humor, did you.

“It was one of my greatest pleasures when I proclaimed the first Thanksgiving in our new nation. We were barely a nation, still beset by challenges that would make your days seem calm. But to set aside a day of thoughtfulness about how far we had come and yet how much of the journey remained seemed the greatest responsibility of my office.

“Roads, commerce, armies, and navies pale in comparison to the national spirit, because if we aren’t united in hope, we cannot be united in aught else. O look, my shoes are united. CT. ‘Sir.’ Please. Thanks.

“A nation divided against its hope and vision cannot stand the rigors which will surely come. And now I go with my trusty dog, Shirley. Shirley, come! Woof.” (11/26/2009)

Rikkity: “ARF ARF... grrrr. Calm down, you are next. Woof. Grrr ARF rf rf rf rf. He’s saying that what Gus means is... ARF. He wants to remind you that a delicious bone is a sumptuous meal until someone mentions a steak. But even with a steak, the bone meal (not the bonemeal) is still sumptuous. Don’t give thanks for having more or better, just for being... woof arfé.

“And with that, the Bench is emptied. And we all salute this day with a tableau of us enacting the first step on Plymouth Rock. The boat approaches, a daring soul steps over the gunwale and steps out... ayeeeeeee.” (11/26/2009)

“So, let’s recap. It has been discovered that parallel universes aren’t parallel, or else we would never get a sense that they’re there. All realities intersect somehow. And we increasingly inhabit the points of conjunction as we become more complex.

“Now a question from little Bobbie Alcera of Rancho Cucamonga, California: ‘When we get more complex, do all our parts come from the same plane.’ ‘No, some come by train.’ CT! Read the card! ‘O.’ But no, you grow in complexity across planes once you are complex enough to envision planes other than your own. Actually, you have become more complex across planes on the step before you comprehend other planes. It happens to you, and then you can conceive it.

“This is the long and sad history of complexity: You are always more complex than you realise. ‘I’m not.’ See. Otherwise, you would be creating reality to fulfill your fantasy, but rather you are growing into your reality by way of your perceptions. Everything LD invented was already possible... except for the potato poacher. That still defies reality. Ok, that’s today’s pith!

“A universe filled with parallel universes would be a one-dimensional simplistic place. Gotta bump into one another to get depth.” (12/28/2009)

“So, if life isn’t linear, then it can’t be planar. So, to have parallel planes is not the same as parallel lives. Parallel lives would each dip and roll in the same ways; so, parallel existences which are not planar would be wavy in the same wavar ways. So, if even one point of Existence B were not just in synch with A, then you might get a point of intersection instead of planar parallelism. ‘And that’s the way it is. This is Walter Cronkite. Good evening.’ Whoa! Where’d WC come from. ‘He’s dead, you know.’ So are we. ‘O.’ It can be confusing, but lively. No no no, deadly. No no no....

“Why do folks think of linear parallelism when, in fact, it’s a jumbled matrix. Peeps like to envision a matrix like a large array of chess boards in multiple dimensions... ‘or checker boards.’ Yes CT, them, too. But from Checkerboard Square comes Purina Dog Chow... ARF. And Cat Chow... meow. O, it’s Sandy’s friend, Mimi the cat. ARF. Meow. But we digress.

“But a matrix need not be linear nor in any way parallel nor even symmetrical... ‘nor even Metrical, which is a diet drink.’ CT, have you lost your mind? ‘Why yes.’ O.

“When we speak of the existential spiritual matrix, I can assure you it’s not a neat and pretty sight. It’s more of a goo of being, with lots of connections but little symmetry... ‘and few Christmas trees.’ CT. ‘Cinnamon trees?’ No. ‘Cinnabuns?’ Yum. But we digest... yum.

“As I was trying to say, in a soup there is structure but not always linearity. And so, you can get a bit of pasta or not-a. And once in awhile, even in a lentil soup, you might get a fava... ‘and a nice Chianti?’ No, unless it’s a lamb stew–very quiet, silent even. But I don’t want to foster the impression that this will always be the case. However, those who are open to spiritual diversity will always experience matrices which are richer than those who think in linearity and parallelism. And nobody expected the Spanish omelet. ‘With ketchup?’ Sure, Papa.

“Now, a question: Are all movies played out in the other side, or are all movies an expression of the other side? ‘What is it.’ Well it’s the place where the dead go, but that’s not important right now. 'Where did it start?' Here or there. And pay no attention to the man behind the dog... ARF. What I am getting at is this: The matrix of being, which includes the matrix of nonbeing... ‘well of course it does, but what has nonbeing ever done for us?’ The roads? Oy.

“If you reduce the matrix of being to either linearity or parallelism or any form of symmetry or any system of order, you are imposing the dimensions of only one level of spiritual complexity-- which is so incomplete as to be laughable, hahahahaha.

“Stop looking for the universal theories of anything, because you can’t find them at any single level of complexity. The best you can do is particular theories which will be spiritually parochial but not inconsistent with universals. The boundaries of your particulars are not the edges of your theories but the limits of your complexities. And I’ve said enough. Pondering required, batteries not included or helpful unless you are a robot or unless they are S Cells (AA, AAA, C, D, S--Spirit Cells, which outlast the Bunny).” (1/1/2010)

“So, here’s the bubbles story: If every possible reality were a plane, then yes, some would be parallel and inform ours by their parallel insights. And others would be intersecting and connect us to points of insight, but not necessarily to planes of understanding. However, there are also bubbles. Planes are infinite... ‘but Bubbles is not’... are not... ‘is not’... are not... ‘o.’

“They are finite systems of understanding, in which they appear infinite and meaningful, but they are neither in the totality of being. Get the picture. Inside a bubble it looks like a plane. However, here’s the tricky part: At any point on any plane, not only will the bubble appear to be parallel, but actually two points on the bubble will appear to be parallel. So bubbles seem to be twice as relevant to any plane as any other plane, but in fact they are not. And from a plane, a bubble will appear infinite for a long sequence of encounter. So the closed system of the bubble will appear parallel, infinite, and most significant, and will lead you down a finite path. Think alchemy.

“So, just because some insight seems to mirror your reality with greater possibilities and seems enticingly strong a referent, doesn’t mean it’s an infinite parallel plane. How can you tell which is which. ‘Bubbles are pink!’ No no no no. We will save that for another day. This is quite a bit for one sitting.” (1/10/2010)

“I think some over here are trying to establish an immigration policy. Not everyone will be welcomed. There’s a challenge. If you apply the immigration policies in life to the afterlife, do they appear sane or insane. Just a test.” (1/10/2010)

“Here’s a thought. Spirituality is planar, but religions are bubbles. They seem to be connected to all reality, but they are closed systems... open only on Friday afternoon, 2-4, holidays excepted. And the same with fads of all kinds.” (1/16/2010)

“I’m not wild about bubbles. They are chimeras which beckon as if realities, but which are closed universes (universe with a small u). See, any closed system is its own universe; there doesn’t appear to be anything beyond. Just ask Truman. But the completeness is an illusion.

“Bubbles not only seem complete, but their surfaces mirror other realities. And here’s the trickiest bubble of them all: ayeeeee.... no no no, not yet... when a bubble so perfectly mirrors its situation that it is essentially camouflaged--so you can’t tell where it is, or even when you are entering its torturously contained self-logic. Cults within evangelical religion are examples. Good chocolate truffles are, too... oooo. But in history we see such as well (Nappy and his people).

“You think you are in the big U, but suddenly you run into an invisible wall. Planes don’t have no stinking walls! Get that in your noggin. So, if you reach a wall, you know you are in a bubble. But most people don’t know they’ve hit a wall. Here’s a hint: If somebody says there’s something you shouldn’t ask about, there’s a wall around somewhere.

“Planes admit infinite curiosity, even when they know they don’t contain the full answer. Ponder that!” (1/21/2010)

“The overall tensions of your times are caused by some being in a bubble and others being on a plane which is reflected in the bubble and confuses the hell out of peeps.

“So some on the plane think they are bounded, and some in the bubble think their notions are infinite and universal. And some think their understanding should give them the rights to call the shots. But they are in the bubble, and everyone knows... wait for it... the reign falls mainly on the plane! Ain’t any real leadership options in bubbles because they ain’t going anywhere. Think dog chasing own tail... grrrr snap. The preceding was brought to you by Sanford Canine Services... f f f f f .

“So, those in the bubble and those on the plain plane talk the same talk and think they see the same realities, but they are just passing in the wind. But here are some dogs passing wind... f f f f arrr.

“Anymoo, when vast numbers seem to be talking about the same reality, but their words end up just zooming past, you got a bubble-plane confusion like now. And just be glad you are not in the bubble. For as painful as the plane might seem for awhile, in the end the bubble will burst and spew its parochialism into the universe, like spittle in the winds of change.

“Those in a bubble get stuck, mistaking the transient for the permanent. They mistake the box for what could proceed from its infinite contents. ‘Farts and burps are bubbles!’ Thank you, CT, for that enlightening insight. ‘No problemo.’

“Bubbles are attractive because they limit change–resistance to the unknown.

“Here’s something many don’t realize: The Aquarian Conspiracy was a bubble; so was Camelot. Idealism can be a bubble as much as cynicism.” (1/24/2010)