Intraphase Codes, Bibliomancy, WORKINGS, and Gestalt Superimpositions

EXCERPT [Pgs. 63-70]
[...]
The boy and his older brother had been
playing at soldiers: using the small empty
metal cylinders that powered their pellet
gun as hand grenades. One brass cylinder
had been overthrown and gone astray, breaking
the ornamental blue glass vase in their hallway.
The boys had picked up the broken pieces, and
put them into the trash. Fearing discovery of
the accident, the older brother had suggested
that the younger brother throw the handle,
with its jagged triangles at both ends, across
the street into Hendricks's overgrown yard.
The younger Stone had agreed and complied with
the older brother's suggestion, never feeling
the tear as the razor sharp, jagged triangle
at the bottom of the handle, had caressed his
skin, glazing across his palm, tearing it
agape, and splaying a wide gash that bled
profusely from the wrist line to the soft
webbing between the two middle fingers.

Baily had brought the boy to the hospital
for some stitches. As he walked the boy through
the wide emergency room entrance, he had touched
the boys shoulder. Suddenly he was in 1962,
sitting with the boy at his home, on a two step
concrete porch, two residences previous to the
location he was in now, unable to speak.
He was in the body of a small, black child,
quietly watching the traffic go by at this
other house.

Each time a car would pass by, both of their
points of perception would hover over the
intersection and observe the person's entire
life up till that point. They would then return
to the stone steps of the porch, sitting silently
until the next car approached, and time was slowed
to almost zero.
As they passed through the automatic doors of the
hospital, the boy looked at Baily and said with
his mind to Hendricks in the child voice:
"You were my first friend. You came back in time
to find me. You have been following me ever since.
The little black boy is not really there, unless
you are. I was alone, but could feel you in
the future."

That was the day Bailey wished he had the
"other" kids gift for the glib turn of a phrase.
He just looked at the boy and said out loud:
"You bleeding child. Let us proceed forward."
After the boy was stitched up and driven home,
the last thing he ever said to Bailey was:
"Thank you for being my friend."
By the time Bailey came to grips with whether
it had really happened, the boy's family had
moved, and he would not see him again for quite
a while. Baily would recognize the boy, but the
boy would not recognize him... at first.
Partially overcome by the endless confusions
of a world that Bailey wondered if he or the
child even belonged in. Bailey remembered
malfunction zero-zero-zero-two now.

When he was with the boy in 1962: he had crossed
through the data grids and info field sections,
where he watched the news of the Kennedy
assassination. Bailey felt the old sadness
for a moment. The boy had felt his sadness and
spoke with his mind:
"I wish that did not happen."
The boy was already old enough to know that he
must create things with caution. The child had
gone into the hallway of his previous house,
pushed a little step stool against the wall,
and climbed its three steps into a shoe closet.
He had sat down cross legged among the rubber
boots, closing the tiny door as if he was some
lost astronaut from another world, then began
visualizing various command structures he had
built from his favorite television shows and
popular movies. He reversed his previous spoken
command decision by doing and undoing the event
several times, until the end result was almost
exactly the same sequential progression as
before he accidentally spoke.

Bailey had found people to talk to about the
events. He had felt helped, and found solace
by reading a lot of books, and was at peace
with the child in his mind. He figured if
there had to be people like that, at least
the kid was a nice boy.
He did often times spend a while pondering the
many phrases and their derivative sayings
that intone: "The road to hell is paved
with good intentions."

Bailey knew not to follow the boy, or worry
about the boy, after that remembrance of the
total progression.
He did sometimes wonder about the world, and
worry for it, knowing the boy's strange
disposition and outlook. He knew that whatever
he might or might not do with the boy, it was
surely in the hands of some greater force.
The next time he would see the boy would be
far in the so called future. This time it was
the "other" boy, Alex, he would come to nickname
Spike. He had spotted him in a supermarket
parking lot as the boy was going into
The Friendly's ice cream parlor. For no reason
known to his sane linear mind, he had approached
the boy, grabbing the eighteen year old young man's
arm just below his tattoo of an owl, and said;
"Mr. Owl."
For a brief moment the other boy was back and
the young man beamed a beautiful smile at Bailey
that made him glad he'd done whatever crazy thing
he had just done.
Aloysius said in mind words: "My first friend."
The boy's eyes had returned to their normal wily
expression, and he nodded politely, then moved away.
As he did, Bailey could hear the older boy's
internal thoughts for about two minutes.
As Alex sat on a curbstone, eating the ice cream
cone he had purchased, Bailey sat in his car,
listening to Page speaking in reverse to Alex.
Modulating it into the pale, bearable monotone
the two boys used that Bailey came to call:
"The Tin Man."

When Alex got up off the curbstone, the younger
boy spoke to him directly. He thanked him again
for his friendship, and told him to enjoy the
beautiful world that is, The Little Earth.
This entire sequence constituted malfunction
0002 & 0001.

All the power possessed by the boy was on
loan to him from the Supreme Infinite Mystery.
When the dog had died, the boy realized he was
not asleep and dreaming in one of the ships
he designed specifically for that purpose.
He was slow to realize it at first. The robot
would now try to lure the boy back into a ship.
On the night the dog died, he was drawn out of
his body when he lay down to sleep. He held a
small, white picket fence in the darkness as a
symbol of his own right to free will. The robot
slowly approached, walking outward from the core.

A smooth, calm stride -- that seemed appropriate
to the boy for a being that he guessed stood about
9-12 feet tall -- ATM appeared as a calm, fluorescent
pearly white, with tinges of grey to mark its main
features and eyebrows. The boy and the robot could
both sense each other's presence. The robot walked
casually by, about fifteen feet away from the boy,
who was now crouched and hiding behind the little
white picket fence. The boy observed the robot
trying to hide its covert attempt to glance at
him out of the corner of his eye. The boy abandoned
the pretense of the picket fence, leaping
forcefully into the robot.

He looked outward from the edge of the robot's body
and observed that he still had a body outside of
the robot. He made eye contact with his other self,
and a brief question passed between those dual
positioned, double instances of a self. The question
was perceived subtly as a "Now What?" type of query.
The boy realized he must also jump out of the robot,
and that this version of him inside would continue
onward and outward.

A three fold super positioning for abstract
computation by the ten lightmach system was
achieved. He was back in the darkness,
watching the robot slowly move outward from
the core. From the next night onward, until
the Assembly of Players, he would spend each
night in a ship designed to filter and
select pathways for his own and the group's
survival until the possibility of this
07-07-79 gathering opened.

The ceremony's musical prelude concluded, and the
relevant codex malfunctions were reviewed by Assembly
of Players 360,000. The little girl would try to hold
the little boy in the middle chair as long as possible
to prevent him from being physically pulled into the
robot. After she had dropped onto The Octagon, she
could feel the incredible fatigue of all three
prime players, and had summoned the boy's middle
guardian from the original river to help her
prevent the boy from being drawn back into
The Almighty.

The clock gears stopped, as they were no longer
required to form the rhythms that Eight and
Twenty-Five needed to stay in the same realm
and domain. The reds and blacks began mingling
and started to relax ever so slightly. Moving about
freely now, they had loosely formed half circles
in front of the three chairs to help the girl try
to repel The Eight from being forced into the robot
prematurely before he was ready to perform
the slow walk.

They were at "All Times" now, and experiencing Totality.
Almighty began the slow ascent from the abysmal depths
of the deepest bottom of Deepwater Lake.
The Deepwater Lake lines ran straight to The Core,
where a lattice of the tightest compactions was used
as Almighty's outer shells to protect beings from
falling inside and encountering the possibility of
having each existence, that they had ever experienced
or might ever experience, deleted.

The Red and The Black could survive the first few
dozen levels and layers of the shells, but only the
original Zeros, Ones, and Twos of the Prime Seventeen
could pass through the very core, and emerge on the
other side intact, with their complete linear and
spherical continuity intact, accurate, and sacrosanct.
The little boy was: One Black, One White, One Red,
and the little girl was: Two Black-Two White-Two
Red-One Blue.

Moses and Maurice were the first truly separate
beings, as A-Prime-Two-Black-One that could become
one being, or remain two.
In effect, they were the wings of the great dragon
that is the little girl holding the boy in the
god chair.
They could pass through the core without losing
momentum or information.
They had helped create the underlying information
grids and data fields composing the vast lightmach
codex library formed of: Points, Lines, Circles,
Spirals, and Spheres that are Lightmach's:
23-24-25 Human, Spirit Immortal, and Eternal Realms.

Moses' and Maurice's atomose spheres were the
first time one of the large one dimensional circles
had been able to divide into two circles, and then
rotate in random motions long enough to trace a
sphere of creation that could expand and contract,
providing breathable, permeable walls of momentum
for the little boy as, The Origin One.
They were the Sacred Black Balance: a stasis event
required by, The Divine Red, as the next great circle
to achieve sphere formation. The five tribes were
The Divine Red expansions.
The Old Chief and The Dragon Girl were the first
red circles that were permanently separate beings.
They were able to separate as circles, and then
contract and expand while orbiting each other.
[...]

END OF EXCERPT [Pgs. 63-70]

* 'INTRAPHASE' BY ARTHUR MACEY [2010]
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That whole scene is really Eight scamming them in reverse.
Forcing sequences that must occur so he can pass that date
after getting a 4th final fair warning to play along or risk getting
sandbagged backwards/inwards on his sequence lines.

Sort of a pre echo also on the outward for working you long walk
sequence in with eight in the ship as black
and ATM as white and red serving as a substitute for yellow.

This is the other end of that thing: two six rod computation sphere
engines bridged by a flexible equation.
The Chinese don't want the Americans to go belly up and forfeit their
debts so they pitch in to stop flood.

http://www.google.com/url?sa=D&q=http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/16/china-ufo-sightings-back_n_649244.html&usg=AFQjCNG788athbRM0HxMAmNf4CUdBfDo0w

Taking every instance of had out.

'As' and 'Had' are early writing crutch usage.

Noted.

[> That whole scene is really Eight

Every now and then I look in on this story,
taking my damn sweet time about it, I know,
but the 'story' always strikes me in different
ways at different times at different...
anyway, 'codes and bibliomancy' seemed like
an interesting approach. And then on occasion
it gets really tempting to practice a little
dime store psychoanalysis, especially with
various appearances of 'The Boy' and 'Mr. Eight',
and overt & covert injuries, physiological,
sexual and emotional with kaleidoscopic mental
states, etc., and this powerful, Almighty
True Mystery (ATM) figure, with a myriad of
confusing geometric-numerical configurations
that cycle & re-cycle throughout... stops me
dead in my tracks. I haven't caught the flowing
essence of an integrated overview yet; but some
novels are like that, where you're not quite
sure who is in charge of the storyline,
relativistic; maybe in this case it's more
quantum psychological, polyphonous future-
archaic percussionist, sacred text meets
archetypal graphic novel, a hyperdimensional
autobiographical cosmic comic book??!
I remember once letting a 'shrink-in-training'
(working on her hours pre-private practice),
read some of my stories, just to get the 'psyche'
approach impression. An interesting exercise
to have a literal interpretation of things,
in terms of characters representing siblings,
and so on and so forth... Something I always
tended to do anyway, within myself, especially
with my early pen and ink drawings that I rarely
let anyone look at believing all the deep dark
hidden secrets of my entire core being were
revealed in every dot and line for all to see.
Most people, even close friends and relations,
aren't much invested in wracking their brains
to decipher such hidden meanings in doodles
and prose. HAH! This probably isn't helping...

[> Sort of a pre echo also on the outward

...I'll have to make another effort at
deciphering rhythms amid virtual
particle-like protagonists appearing
and evaporating and reappearing.
Will disappear myself, for awhile,
some other time...

[> This is the other end of that thing:

[> http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/16/china-ufo-sightings-back_n_649244.html

An interesting way to devalue the Yuan, perhaps,
to rejoin the circus of Dr. Lao and his 7 Faces,
already in progress? In another orbit, I sent
a note to Bruce Maccabee, Ph.D. the other day
regarding a 'truth-fiction' (Faction) novel
he sent me to read which didn't take too long,
(some books are easy to read, your book I need
a gun held to my head to read - relax dude,
that's a BIG Compliment!) -- Of course, I had
to actually PAY for Maccabee's book, see:
http://brumac.8k.com/

-=QUOTE=- [...]
For me, the best part of the book (and there
are many great parts, especially the factual
data interwoven with a believable plot
structure) is the 'dialogue' at the close of
the book, particularly the speculations and
hypothetical ruminations regarding the
potential revelations and implications for
humanity. I enjoyed the cybernetic model,
which slightly reminded me of an artificially
intelligent character I once conceived;
and the genetic tinkering hypothesis was
really well thought out, including references
to 'origins' that would not necessarily be
discounted by recent discoveries; but my
absolute favorite passage, wherein I found
myself chuckling with gleeful awe, was on
pages 316 to 317:

"...the aliens seem to communicate
directly to the brain and perhaps
to a portion of the brain to which
we --now get this-- a portion of the
brain to which we have no access!"

The idea of a programmer's 'back door' was
a bit of an 'Aha' experience. I'm amazed
that I had never thought of that!
Or if I did, it wasn't exactly in the
configuration that you so skillfully
articulated. So, for that gem, I thank you.
[...] -=CLOSE QUOTE=-

Yeah, a little too complimentary there at
the end, but I liked the idea of unknown
'entities' being able to speak the
'machine language of the [human] brain.'
A creative speculation, thought I...

LowRider44M wrote:
[>
[> Taking every instance of had out.

... Yeah, your early book will be different
than your more recent stuff. Have you updated
it since my PDF copy of April 2010? The early
book has terrible punctuation, especially the
semi-colons. I hate semicolons, only because
I hardly know how to; appropriately; use them
myself. In your early book, you should probably
just either delete them or swap them for commas.
You know what I mean? I'm curious if you've
heard back from any publishers. Any constructive
criticism from any of them? You should keep all
your rejection letters, put them in a big crate.
They'll be worth something some day. The whole
'publishing' industry has totally flipped-out
and morphed into something else, but I imagine
editors still exist, and savy industry
visionaries who can see something unique when
it's in their face. So don't ever pretend to
yourself that this epic MoFo creation of yours
isn't unbelievably amazing. Just the Codes
and Bibliomancy alone make it legendary.
Keep writing it... (or is it writing you?)

Later Amigo.
Monday 19 JULY 2010 Earth Sol Milky Way Universe...

'Bruce Maccabee' writes:

The analysis of all four photographs shows
that the images are consistent with being
the result of taking nighttime, "long"
exposure photographs of a helicopter with
a searchlight (a police helicopter presumably
chasing someone).
This would have nothing to do with a "UFO"
shutting down an airport (unless there were
a police helicopter chase through the
restricted airspace near the airport.)
One might wonder, then, how these photos
got associated with the airport "UFO."

My guess it that several people saw the
helicopter and did not realize what it was.
Possibly police helicopters with searchlight
beams are not commonly seen in Hangzhou.
Anyway, if one presumes that the photographers
did not know what they photographed and then
learned through news media stories about the
airport "UFO", each phographer might have
thought to him/herself, "Maybe I photographed
that UFO." Then each photographer would take
his/her picture to a newspaper or simply post
it on the web. The "UFO" image in each photo
does not look like a helicopter, so it would
be treated as an unknown, perhaps, the airport
unknown. This, in my estimation, is a
possible explanation for how these "UFO"
photos came about and why they were associated
with the airport "UFO".

As for what caused the airport to shut down,
it may have been a "military vehicle" as
suggested by recent stories or something else.
We don't have a description of what the pilots
or air traffic controllers saw, if anything,
nor do we have any information regarding radar
detections. We may never know.
-- Bruce Maccabee <bru...@compuserve.com>
http://www.brumac.8k.com/HangzhouPhotos2010/ChinesePhotosJul72010.html

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'Mr. Owl'
http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/resource/566/01/

A good critique.

Eight and ATM exchange positions repeatedly
as the observer, the observed and the observation process.
Eight creates ATM in The Nothing. 0/0 = 1 Abstract
ATM creates Eight in The Something.0/1 = 0 Concrete

If a three tier model of consciousness is used.

ATM is The Full Mind but silent.
Eight is The Full Self but active.

The Barriers between All & One are Sub-Minds aware
of Totality as The All - Potential & Single Instance as Self.

You should read the end first then see if the build up matches
the final outcome. As a model consider "Like A Rolling Stone"
The Dylan character understands Eight is dangerous to himself
and others as an ever shifting landscape of potential choices.
On the other hand Nineteen is the balancing agent smoothing the
rough edges of raw creative power.
He's Eights developing conscience who shall be responsible
eventually for 25-McBain's physical survival similar to ATM's
responsibility
to all beings regardless of internal content.

Eight can not exist or survive as a human form of ATM without ATM.
Even alone in the darkness ATM is there inside him similar to your
Long Walk personae.

When ATM grossly malfunctions Eight ends up alone in the darkness
to analyze the malfunction and recreate ATM with a new embedded
safeguard
based on his understanding of the most recent linear malfunction.
Once ATM's new existence is stable it can recreate the moment right
before a fail safe breach and continue the massive levels and layers
of consciousness anchored to individuality.

Here's a deep thought: "Look around you and that is the school and
grade your in."
Because we both cover the same themes from ever so slightly different
angles using
a multiple perspective approach as circles of meanings leading to a
central crux/apex point.

The moment of initiation based on previously acquired skills and
talents known or hidden
in the labyrinth of the infinitely small or conversely the infinitely
large.

ATM only exists as a consciousness for those who choose it as
computation marker.
Those who see things otherwise are welcome to venture into the
universe creating business.
Whether ATM would extricate them from a failed creation depends on the
knowledge that could
be acquired. Redundant failure could be viewed as non-existence in the
adapt or perish paradigm.

I'll re-post using your post later.

On punctuation.
The compilation was begun in desperation.
The story must be written complete to 2013 "Palladium" goal quest.
Then reworked for continuity and flow and prose.

Break on through.

I dig your dead eye index that's very helpful as an overview.
Were both driving at / for / towards, the same basic underlying
Geometry.

The Old Chief ATM version five has achieved separation from
Michelle
by a means that does not require a complete restructuring of "The Core
Story."

The Core Story is reinserted as "Oceans In The Sky." with the Old
Chief providing
the stage and setting through preservation of Lightmach-25.

The Phoenix Lights & Stevenville were misdirection
to provide cover for the linear movement of large ships too.
That's part of the game: don't upset the livestock unnecessarily.
Only the reportage at the specific window opening of 07-07-2010
is relevant. As were speaking of it it is reported Ala the seafloor
not collapsing under the process of closing the well head
successfully.
That was the event window 07-07-2010 to 07-17-2010 to change
trajectory.

... Because there are 360,000 players present.
the information package was launched from the
future to the past, from outward-inward to inward outward.

:anyway, 'codes and bibliomancy' seemed like

Well try a convergence approach of both.
Almighty and Eight were Almighty and Eight
long before anyone ever spoke the words
describing them.

A picture is worth a thousand words I have heard people say. :-)

http://groups.google.com/group/intraphase/web/current-expansion-pictograph?hl=en

I have intense loyalty to Catholics and Protestants but only ATM can
grant them "Continuity."
8-19-25-44-etc Would lose their individuality if they were carrying
and deploying consciousness
other than their own. In that vain further on in the story 44 manages
the reverse time insertions
ordered by 55-Old Chief.

:and overt & covert injuries, physiological,

You did read Enoch no?

Seven Mountains.
Six are named, six is metal/iron.
Seven is unnamed purposely because Enoch wasn't given
that information.

Five Stages of Management:

God 'AS' The Chosen One: He Who Chooses.
The Lord of Spirits: He Who Discerns the Effects of Choice
The Head of Days: He Who Assembles The Choosers Choices.
The Lord of Ages: He Who Creates & Supervises The New Realm/Lightship
The Most High Holy: He Who Stores Records & Protects The Choosers
Choices.

For Christians The Lord is Jesus
For Buddhists The Lord is Buddha
Most other religions are still squabbling about: "Who's The Boss!"

:I haven't caught the flowing

I think you did but forgot.
"Oceans" re-opens the pasaage to Lightmach-25.

Everything from The Fairgrounds is foreshadowed describing the access
road.

Ending with:

As the rail bed crossed Rural Route 67, at the north access point
outlet, of the service road; there was a single red light inside a
black ‘X’: and a drop gate of black and white stripes.
The Little Bohemia location was chosen because it was the halfway
point between the only two outlets on the railway service road,
providing for exceptional privacy and security.

Expansion-6 Purple Haze
05-05-2007 To 07-07-2007
Expansion-7 Brown Dirt Cowboy
12-12-2008 To 01-01-2009

Days of Creation six and seven above.
Days of Creation one though five below

1920 Octillion Lightmach Broadcast 02-04-2004
Three Grand Computational Engines in a Triangular Over-Ride
Abridgement.
That's the point of the story: Eight & ATM decide which now is the
geometric center.

Jesus set the mark as a linear calendar.
Look at this way, Jesus's life is pretty cool if you live it in
reverse.
One bad day and the rest is meat and gravy with peaches and creme for
desert.

:and overt & covert injuries, physiological,

:states

I think the story is honest and we live in a society
where people either fear a blank eyed recital of the facts
of survival or go to the opposite end of the spectrum seeking victim
status.
Without a trace of conflict where would the need for resolution be.
Eight and ATM go to a hick planet full of posers and sit around for a
while.
Buddha Jesus and Mohammed show up and say: "Really hick planet dudes
need an assist teaching the farm animals to go return to the wild or
continue
to evolve into real beings with a will of their own that is not in
permanent
direct opposition to the keeper of information: ATM AS "Most High &
Holy"

Jesus Christ defined the purpose of God's law as teaching us how to
apply the two great principles of loving God and loving each other. He
made this clear when someone asked Him, "Teacher, which is the great
commandment in the law?" How did Jesus respond? "'You shall love the
LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all
your mind.' This is the first and great commandment. And the second is
like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two
commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets'" (Matthew 22:35-40).

ATM Keeps the dream linear as a gift of learning to prevent
destruction of the new awarenesses.
The part your getting hung up on is the repetitive nature of the
forms: point line circle spiral sphere/new point.
When it is personalized into the early characters of the opening act.

You already read Oceans long ago with A-Eight/Juzya Kidd & J-Nineteen
- Aloysius contesting against
The Old Chief - Granite Face 'wind stopping' scene up to No Name - ATM
- Almighty.

:but some

Eight As ATM As ATM As Eight & Nineteen/Pierce "The Waters of Daniel"

:relativistic; maybe in this case it's more

We usually see what our eyes are trained to see.
The story has a poetry companion and a physics companion.

Its the political sociological great stage that is presented.

Best advice I could give is blast through it as if its as meaning less
as every
piece of tripe that passes for a story in this world of short
attention spans tweting
and twittering into the sunset.

:I remember once letting a 'shrink-in-training'

t:ended to do anyway, within myself, especially

I've written the story before as physics and poetry.

:Most people, even close friends and relations,

Well don't strain yourself bro.
I write to create artwork that has value to me.
Work that is in has the proper harmony dissonance and silence
ratios to amuse me many thousands of times while between existences.

[> This is the other end of that thing:

[> http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/16/china-ufo-sightings-back_n_6...

:An interesting way to devalue the Yuan, perhaps,

:already in progress? In another orbit, I sent

He's an honest researcher.

:-=QUOTE=- [...]

The implication is the adapt or perish model.
Why should people be the equivalent of mountains
attached to glacial plates in some slow motion game of musical chairs
to see who can learn the least while pretending to know the most and
be payed
the greatest share of the common treasury while pretending to serve as
a humble
but enlightened steward of the "flock".

Al Gore and Obama were mankind's future; until recently.
We'll see what the seething crowd of twitterites and tweeters cooks up
next
to distract themselves from facing their own creations.

To survive long term is to be an accurate precise map of information
regarding
ones choices and outcomes no matter what the setting or existence
parameters.

A fleshbot is a fleshbot is a fleshbot.
A set of clothes to house a being interacting visibly with other
beings.

:I enjoyed the cybernetic model,

If mind occurs outside of the fleshbot than mental resources
would be accorded along the lines of an ecology of consciousness
mirroring an economy of multiple super states in economic competition.
If man exists only within the confines of flesh wrapped in a bubble of
bone
then maybe each mind is the ungerminated seed of a realm not created.

:The idea of a programmer's 'back door' was

Cowboys use cattle prods and lasso.
Maybe some beings can only achieve realization by consensus vote.
Consensus is good but the story as written involves vying for ones own
identity.

I added the five page intro as an inevitable dramatically paced
revelation of
the actions and story to com. 8-19-25-55 have to allow Pierce access.

:The early

: Ihardly know how to; appropriately; use them

Its back to the future on that subject.
The story being finished precludes bothering.
It's my main piece of artwork.

Sometimes when overdrawn I see it as slightly decoherent
but when alert and invested the geometry holds up in that early
section
as accurate development of the three engines orchestrating the
continuity of
the realm which are based under the three compasses.

:Any constructive

That's an understatement; it is a ship that is underwater and sinking
fast.

:but I imagine

I agree but the number is small.
I have a potential agent who is up to the task in mind.

:So don't ever pretend to

Once I entered a physics class late on the first day of college.
Opening the door I asked; "Is this Physics 107?"
The Professor asked: "Are you buying or selling?"
I replied after a brief intuitive flash; "Both."
He pointed to an empty chair.

If I really was savvy I could have said; "I am already there I just
seem to be here."

Be cool.
Word taken as to the direction of rendering a commercial work based on
the readers
previous exposure to literary form.

I read very few books because I read thousands and thousands when I
was young.
Most of the modern "I am so confused and worthless but man do I have
style." variety
bore me senseless. When peeople say a book's writer has a strong voice
I presume
the plot has been overshadowed by the cult of personality "lets have a
group experience that
validates us as seeing things the same way," genre.

You have the core story in the geometry of those five bits you do.
I'll cover your take on the seemingly convoluted geometry.

It really is the railroad bit.

As the rail bed crossed Rural Route 67, at the north access point
outlet, of the service road; there was a single red light inside a
black ‘X’: and a drop gate of black and white stripes.
The Little Bohemia location was chosen because it was the halfway
point between the only two outlets on the railway service road,
providing for exceptional privacy and security.

Little Bohemia was the remote hideaway where John Dillinger avoided
Melvin Purvis.

http://www.littlebohemialodge.com/PHOTOS.html

The Little Bohemia Lodge in Manitowish Waters, Wisconsin was the site
of the epic 1934 gun battle between John Dillinger and his gang, and
Melvin Purvis and the FBI. The Lodge was built in 1927, suffered a
fire in 1928, and was rebuilt in 1930. The historic Lodge remains as
it was at the time of the FBI siege in 1934 and has a collection of
memorabilia and damage from the gun fight, including the original
bullet holes in the walls and windows. The Lodge is located on US
Highway 51 in Manitowish Waters, Wisconsin on Little Star Lake, on the
Manitowish Chain O Lakes.

On February 29, 1960, while at his home in Florence, South Carolina,
Melvin Purvis died from a gunshot wound to the head fired from the
pistol given to him by fellow agents when he resigned from the FBI.
(The popular folk anecdote that the gun that killed Purvis was in fact
the same gun that he used to take down Dillinger is questionable. The
FBI investigated the shooting and labeled it a suicide, though the
official coroner's report did not find sufficient evidence to label
the cause of death as such. It was later determined that Purvis may
have shot himself accidentally while trying to extract a tracer bullet
jammed in the pistol. He was 56 years old.

The Lennon character arranges his own exit fromlife at The
Fairgrounds, if you ever get there. "Strawberry Fields Forever."
Expansion Workers.

The setting and histography lays the ground work for a 'based on a
true story' Supernatural Thriller.

Two good ones. I recall listening on the radio
in real time as the 'Phoenix Lights' triangle
created a nice collective cognitive dissonant
mind wave discussion, and while listening,
was inspired to photoshop a triangular image:
home.netcom.com/~mthorn/quetzalc.htm

[> That's part of the game: don't upset
[> the livestock unnecessarily.

"...Of course, one can get completely tied up in
the ultimate 'reductio ad absurdum' -- who created
the entity that created life on earth? [...]
According to the Bible we were made in Their image,
whatever that means. If by 'image' what is meant is
a mental similarity, rather than the traditionally
supposed physical similarity, then we humans might
be a form of 'artificial' intelligence, created by
creatures with 'natural' intelligence that is greater
than the intelligence of humans. We may have also
been created in their own genetic image and perhaps
even in their own physiological image. And I should
point out that this suggestion that we might be a
form of artificial intelligence is not completely
off the wall because we're attempting something like
that even now with computers." [pg. 303]
ABDUCTION IN MY LIFE - A Novel Of Alien Encounters
(c) 2001 Dr. Bruce Maccabee
http://www.brumac.8k.com

[> Only the reportage at the specific

Therefore, given the historic Chinese
infatuation with the number 8, 'something
wicked this way comes' on 08-08-2010
http://tinyurl.com/EIGHT-X-EIGHT

<> :anyway, 'codes and bibliomancy' seemed like

"...Of course, one can get completely tied up in
the ultimate 'reductio ad absurdum' -- who created
the entity that created life on earth?" --Maccabee

[Sorry man, I won't bug you about literary
ontologies and things that freak out my
spatially limited MindGland within the context
of your 'Great Work' (in the esoteric sense of
that term), I'll just read the damn thing at
face value and wisely move along... All your
input here helps alot, though, I tend to
forget your basic geometries. You have the
benefit of subjectively seeing the entirety
in multidimensions, whilst the rest of us
grapple, forget, compare, drag along our own
impressions, etc... hey, there's the baggage
check-stand up ahead, will pack a bunch of
luggage in this combination locker, and head
for the bridge... which reminds me...
On Sunday, July 18, 2010...
Dreamed half the day long. Remembered:
Was driving on a highway, north... along a
very high overpass that suddenly ended in
mid-span, but thinking it was okay to continue
driving, not seeing any caution sign or
barriers, I kept on driving, utterly freaked
out that the height of the fall in the car
would completely demolish me, yet I
drove on maintaining the same altitude,
seeing in the distance the overpass on
the other side of this huge gap, and so
the car crossed successfully to the other
side. I was so stunned by this extraordinary
event that the next day I sought out the
road crew working around this crazy gravity
defying overpass. The first guy I asked
about it, beginning to explain what happened,
turned out to be a little boy with a scratch
on either his face or arm, who said: "I don't
want to work here anymore." The worker next to
him, who I began explaining the amazingly
terrifying ride across empty space, turned out
to be the little boy's mother, who looked at
me like I was crazy. I realized I somehow
managed to avoid the 'real workers' on this
highway. It was only when I woke up that it
occurred to me that this actually had not
really happened...]

Great shot. 'ATM' at centerpoint:
can't quite tell if it looks
like a Sumerian Serpent Goddess,
or The Statue of Liberty...

I clearly need to read a lot more before
addressing anything else.

<> :and overt & covert injuries, physiological,

See: home.netcom.com/~mthorn/intraphz.htm

'Amon' (as the ancient Egyptians once said,
morphed into: "Amen")... I earned the right
(or a stay of execution) to respect all
religions as a form of symbolic surrogacy
pending autonomous integration and
equidistant empathic understanding.
Comparative religions... Neuroscience...
It's not just a lifetime job, it's
a dessert topping! (In the desert)...
I must be getting tired. Will stop,
maybe resume here later... I see
Dillinger down there... a crazy
High Priest... reenacting
an ancient tale.

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Just downloaded:

(((((((((((O)))))))))))

THE INCANTATA
Book-1
Palace Of Nine Castles

"What does the hero do when he's dead?
That is the question that plagues mankind"
[...]
(((((((((((O)))))))))))

Pretty Freak'n Cool! Haven't read it,
but am really looking forward to it...

<> :I haven't caught the flowing

No doubt. Many things need re-remembering,
and then re-re-remembering (crappy MindGland!)...
Imagine keeping track of all the data in
Top Secret Amerigo Vespucci Land:
http://projects.washingtonpost.com/top-secret-america/

<> "Oceans" re-opens the passage to Lightmach-25.

Sure... except for the Strange Life of
Benjamin Button paradoxical weirdness
of crawling up Mary's uterus and being re-
ejected in spermatazoictransubstantiation-
immaculatequantumentanglementfacilitatedby-
strangesentientultraterrestrialengineers:
THE DIVINE PROJECTIONIST by GGF
home.netcom.com/~mthorn/divinepr.htm

<> :and overt & covert injuries, physiological,

Absolutely. I refer back to my momentary inclination
for dime store psycholo-gizing, and what not, mainly
inspired by the semi-regular hints from you in various
modes, formats, and situations that allude to a possible
childhood averted catastrophe of core formation
parameters that would undoubtedly fuel a certain amount
of cathartic synaesthetic world creation, etcetera, but
realize the wisdom in burying that Paleolithic fossil
for another archeological dig for some other soul
to tread skillfully and without malice or superficial
intent, if that makes any kind of fool sense at all?!

You should have a talk with Ratzinger's
Band of Merry Red Cardinals, The Dalai Lama's
Mongolian War God (Pehar), 'The Mahdi' of Shia
and Sunni eschatology, and Glenn Beck's Paranoid
Schizophrenic Nouveau Mormon broadcasting Choir
of Dominionist Lost Souls, for surely they could
use a taste of the cosmic behavioral memes thus
stated above by your illuminated vibratorations!
(To coin an utterance, or two).

Yes, some need commandments and fear of retribution,
lest they run through the streets as savage beasts,
for empathy and love are apparently not hardwired
into the human DNA molecule, and must be taught and
learned, alas... Good bye free will, we hardly, etc...

Okay, that sorta makes sense. INCANTATA For Dummies,
wherein at appropriate passages in the text, an illustration
of the action superimposes the sequence of dimensionality
upon an anthropocentric framework. I haven't really
'read the book' so am I being disingenuous to imply that
this kind of superimpositioning might not be intuitive
to all who read it?

Yes, but (two annoying words)
'Yes, but' it is as if I haven't.

<> :but some

WHEW!

<> :relativistic; maybe in this case it's more