Category: Musings

Borders – a Sign of the Times?

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Drivelling and wittering on, some more.

Writing up the previous post I accidentally touched upon something since the Brexit-folly happened and the fortress USA dogma has been soap-boxed. I am much more nervous approaching border control than I once was. When the UK was a part of Schengen it was light, free and easy. Now it is much less pleasant. We are due to cross borders in Autumn. In principle I have a British passport so it should be OK for me to go “home”. Will I be allowed back into France? It is less taken-for-granted than it once was. Should we cancel and bin the trip? Just in case?

Gee thanks guys!!

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Were I, like Harry, to seek entrance into the USA I might be tempted to lie about weed. Unfortunately I did inhale and deeply so and on more than one occasion. Man…

I would be very, very uncomfortable about traveling to the USA given the prevailing rhetoric. In fact there would have to be some truly massive incentive. Even then I would go out of my way to avoid it. I would seek other avenues.

It is no big loss for the USA…I know.

But I wonder how many others are put off and increasingly so. America will be first and with less visitors. It probably is not quaking in its cowboy boots…

Strange times we live in and they are not getting any more pleasant.

So what is the Plan?

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No specific dreams overnight. I have started painting the end of the room near the log burner. The winter wood situation is now ready and good to go until February. There are a few items left on the checklist.

It seems to me that as I enter my 62nd  year tonight around midnight there is not a lot of change foreseen.

There are a number of medical things upcoming. The wife may / may not stop the lenalidomide maintenance therapy for her multiple myeloma and will soon get back the post breast cancer genetic screening tests. The treatment of myeloma is evolving and the epidemiology complicated by diverse treatment protocols and disease presentation. It seems that the better the initial depth of success with first line treatment the greater the disease free longevity. Studies on stopping lenalidomide maintenance are sparse and of low number participation. Drawing reliable conclusions is tricky. In France they tend to stick to agreed {collective} protocols so we will soon find out if that has changed since the last visit to the haematologist.

It seems to me that a fair proportion of the tests that I have undergone will be let slip “laisser-tomber”. I have a repeat prostate specific antigen test upcoming. Any increase in  number will trigger another MRI and possible biopsy. I need a dental infection all clear before the scheduled hip operation. In the pipeline is a cardio ECG stress test. Assuming all is OK I should sliced and drilled in autumn with round two pencilled in for spring next year. After that I will complete my job application at the Bolshoi. I may start treatment for osteoporosis. The French budget deficit is big maybe they need to spend less on some aspects of healthcare. I will have to do physiotherapy.

We could get a nationalist anti-immigration government which will cast a cloud over our right to stay in Brittany. We could be booted out if they raise the financial threshold for residency.

Being positive we might hope for no recurrence of myeloma symptoms and some enhanced mobility for me for summer ’26. We do need to downsize house. The window of opportunity is before the second hip operation or after it. We have a short visit to blighty booked during which we wish to find out how the UK now feels. From the news here and on UK TV it looks to have gone somewhat down the shitter since we left. We need to see for ourselves. The expectation is that it will be cramped and expensive. The wife managed to grow cavolo nero so we sourced one of the things we missed.  At £4 a coffee for an Americano it could be painful.

Irrespective of the dream content which tends towards the highfalutin, life here will probably carry on much as normal. The lack of mobility will increase over the next few months. The circles I move in are very unlikely to change. I will not be at the fromagerie meeting with big cheeses any time soon. Some people my age are still pursuing high-octane careers and being all stressed out and busy. I have been “retired” for five years and am miles from the greasy pole hamster wheel. It was another world.

Unless anyone is reading the blog in a surreptitious manner, what I type here is read by only a small handful of individuals. If people are snooping and want to get in contact, how might they broach the subject? People do not often think things through.

Of late we have watched a number of Netflix series and in all of these smartphones and social media play a significant part in the plot, the so-called story line. It is another alien world to me. Weird to see text messages as part of a film plot!! We look at a ‘phone on a bigger screen. Seems a bit desperate. And they say Fentanyl is bad.

I guess I have reached the part of life when I have turned into my father, at odds with the current version of modern life. Maybe I’ll start harping after Bing Crosby next. I already think people need to shave and get a haircut…pull their trousers up.

The plan then is to increasingly turn to DIY as the autumn rains arrive. Our pampas grass has just grown fluffy bits, as usual in time for the Atlantic winds to blow in from the wet West. There are some more jobs in the garden but soon the bulk growing will slow.

We have to navigate the medical merry-go-round and that is about all on the dance card so to speak. Aside from the blighty trip it is unlikely we will leave our prefecture.

The plan is not overly complicated…

Omissions in the Blue Books Opus

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If you have swung by the blog from time to time you will be aware that I have read what I call the Blue Books opus written by Alice Bailey and Djwhal Kuhl. The idea being that the transfer of content was by some form of telepathic mind-dump from Kuhl. You may also be aware that I comment of self-diagnosed omniscience suggesting that such a diagnosis is at best premature. I am pretty sure that many a “scientist” imagines that there is not a lot beyond his or her ken. And anything which is, is probably made up shit so not real. Most physical scientists, me included, can get a gist-grasp of the standard model of cosmogenesis. Few would accept that it is possible to talk with the Korrigans down by the river. Were I to claim such a thing then I must adopt my Whacko McNutjob persona. For some, things “beyond ken” is a DNC, a does not compute, it can mean imaginary or fantasy.

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Not everyone has a closed mind.

In the opus Kuhl suggests that during initiation the matter of the physical vehicle for the incarnated being is adjusted by the application of a wand or rod of initiation. The detail provided is sketchy  and the nature of the forces involved ill explained. In order for the indwelling consciousness to evolve the vehicle needs a kind of upgrade to enable. This suggests that lifetime after lifetime for an initiate the vehicle need to be boosted and upgraded. A third degree initiate must therefore suffer or receive the first and second upgrades before the third, each life time. This is implied but not specified.

The opus discusses little about what happens when the incarnating Jiva is not in meat. He does not dwell on the intermediate or Arupa formless state. He says that many of the masters have no need of form so they “exist” without form {for aeons}. Philosophically it is interesting to note that the entire notion of physical time implies matter. Is immaterial time different, can it too be measured with an atomic clock? The implications is that time out of meat is “longer” than time in meat, measured in planet  earth days.

What are the discarnate rules? Who is in charge? What happens, what occurs? What does one experience?

Kuhl is very scant on the abilities of initiates and masters for perhaps a number of motives. One of these being the problems caused by over active imaginations and another being that he does not want to show off or list. Similarly he touches on the abilities of the dark adepts but does not formally discuss the black ritual magic they apply. In a global clarity based view there is no need for specific clarity details unless to convey a particular thought form with example. He also does not want dangerous knowledge falling into the wrong hands.

He mentions the Sanat Kumara in whose thought form, the planet Earth, those of us who are as yet  meaty, abide. The scope of a being  able to envision a planetary scale must be vast. Way bigger than a white bearded dude on a cloud with his tackle hanging out. Such a notion must be by definition beyond a human ken. The dream of the Sanat Kumara is the dream in which we live and have our being.

If it is beyond your ken does that mean that it cannot be real?

The implication being that if you are messing with a Sanat Kumara, you are considerably out of your depth and “he” could enact something of a global or plate tectonic scale. The Richter scale would not have sufficient dynamic range. We have seen the impact of a “minor” tsunami at Fukushima. A subducting plate could easily produce large amplitude motions.

Without six sigma proof many would deny that such a being as a Sanat Kumara exists.

One of the main things that Kuhl omits is the growing human obsession with this notion of proof. Philosophically it is clear to see that in an absence of theorem proof does not exist. Therefore proof is an entirely mental construct. A construct which is manufactured by humans and therefore as equally impermanent as they are.

The world Kuhl describes in his work with Bailey is a pre-1960s world. That world has change vastly. There has probably been more change in the last 65 years than perhaps in the millennium before. Whatever he discussed was based upon the scope of human knowledge then. It has changed since. The arrival of Zoom and Teams has rendered the need for telepathic communication obsolete.

Humans have always been arrogant about how much they know. Generation after generation that confidence in the completeness of their own knowledge has been seen to be ill-founded. Kuhl does not speculate in detail how things might change in the sixty odd years after his opus. He does speculate on the nature of reincarnation and the externalisation of the so-called hierarchy. His blueprint is a best guess snapshot for how things were then. It is accurate to say that things have changed. Some truths however are immutable.

The work, the opus, is comprehensive. To my mind, the mind that could hold and verbalise that has to have scope and prowess, an intellect of considerable capacity.

The Toad Diaspora

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The annual toad diaspora has begun. It is a part of the cycle of life here on the compound. Each January and February both toads and frogs gather in the pond for reproduction. They turn up, shag like loonies, and are gone in less than a fortnight.

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The top count walking around the pond has been something in excess of 100 individuals. There are more toads than frogs. There are more amphibians which I cannot see from the bank. At a conversion rate of 10 legged new born individuals per toad that means ~1000 micro-toads to migrate away in search of their own territory. It could be ten or a hundred times more. I assume they have a migratory diaspora which radiates outwards from the pond centre.

They are small enough to get through the ventilation gaps in the double glazed window-doors. Whenever it rains the little blighters are on the move. The total of toad humane removal events so far is around ten. We have to beat the cat. If you don’t save them, they desiccate. Generally the migration tails off towards the end of September. It depends upon the rain.

Now we are on toad watch….

What Do You Notice?

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Depending upon our experiences, orientation and degree of self-absorption what we notice may differ. How we assimilate it can differ too. The wife has a different approach from me which means we can find things the other cannot, CDs and keys being an example. I can be detail blind. Working together is more comprehensive.

This morning the nurse noted that I was limping, waddling like a duck. As a part of her profession she notes things like this. I have noted of late that people apologise to me for getting in my way because my penguin gait lacks poise and grace. I am no longer a twinkle-toed ninja Nureyev.

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When we have a pattern orientation things which jar with that pattern can be mildly unsettling. We know something is off but cannot always verbalise what it is that is off. We may not twig what. I am very familiar with the lay of the land around the pond and the boundary fences. If something has changed, I notice. Any ingress by animal leaves signs. I spot these.

With people I am good at spotting when flow, event flow is a bit staccato or forced. People may be saying one thing but my pattern orientation tells me with a klaxon that something is off. I note this and drop my credulity down to a few per cent.

My orientation is towards patterns, flow and modus operandi. I note and remember the “play book” even if this is imagined covert.  Some people will tend to send an “underling” to interact and then quiz them afterwards so that no provable direct involvement is present. They may may imagine that the motive is hidden and that they are being perhaps clever and cunning. They will move a “pawn”   1. e4 imagining perhaps that someone might be playing the same kind of games. Opening gambits are limited and some people love the idea of a gambit.

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They can treat others poorly without rhyme nor reason because they like to play games. They imagine themselves suave and sophisticated. Others may have different views.

I have a mild aptitude for detective or intelligence work. But I certainly lack the stamina or dedicated application. I can read between the lines well but only for so long as I remain interested. I have often wondered if I have some kind of attention deficit but have the working conclusion that I get bored relatively quickly. Once I have the gist that suffices, usually. Once I learned how to get research grants funded, the mystery was gone. Not so exciting after that…

As part of my development I looked into the concept of stalking perception, according to the stalker’s rule. This has nothing to do with criminal stalking, but is paying attention to what we observe, what we perceive and what we assimilate therefrom. To the vast majority of people what I have just said has no meaning and they have no idea what is entailed. They have not devoted decades to stalking their own perception. They will be unaware of the divergence in approach to life which this engenders and imagine that the “normal” guidelines apply. As a stalker of perception I theorise that the majority of people have no idea that I may be stalking my perception of events and to a certain extent theirs.

When I was interacting with people in the Toltec context, I felt the best approach would be to convince people that I was a dreamer and not a stalker, by predilection. As a consequence I would by default, be underestimated.

What I have learned is that most people try the same approach over and over with very few variations. They tend to see things solely from within their own context and view of the world…

They can be stuck in their ways.

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Power and the Intimate Privacy of Death

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It is warm and sunny outside, so perhaps it is safer to write on these things. Although physical plane death may be public there is a private intimate part not shared by the consciousness of the living and those not in the transition. Ostensibly death may be quick brought on by an IDF bullet or a heart attack. It could be a slow drawn out process mediated by an ailing brain or a bleed. One could have a physically easy or a physically painful death. I have had both. These days death under morphine is not uncommon. Many full of bravado are nevertheless fear-full of that tap on the shoulder. It re-presents the time when the croupier of life spins the roulette wheel after shouting,

 « Mesdames et messieurs, faites vos jeux ! »

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For logically we all know we are placing our bets on what may or may not happen when we die. The ball rolls and stops and we find out if we have won or lost.

History tells of many a shit-scared monarch buying papal indulgences on his death bed in an attempt to bribe God.

I’ll state here that I am not the kind of being who tries to use or take advantage of others. It is not my basic orientation. I am more likely to facilitate, to try help. We all have faults and mine is less nasty. I have to the detriment of others allowed myself to be used. I have robbed them in a sense of the battles which they may have faced. Because I have faced things for them. This in a way, although perhaps altruistic, is disempowering.

I have met a number of people losing their battle with power over the years. Caught up in the process they were and would be unable to see or accept that this is the case. Weirdly the power-flame attracts many a moth on the make, only for a singeing of wings. The lust for a share in apparent power is perhaps the most blinding thing which can happen to a being. They see only with blinkered eye the power, and not the consequence both on others and on them. Most people guess they can handle power. Most people are wrong, for it is power which handles them and changes them. Many in the throes of their battle with power present themselves as some beacon of light when they are anything but. Power deludes those hungry for it and their supporters. Power likes to justify.

I’ll make a little aside here. If there is significant influx of first ray “will-to-power” energy the number of people losing their battle with power will rise and a dark, dark, cloud will result. The first ray is very difficult to handle and cope with. Any crack, any latent cruelty, any lust for power over, will be activated.

The individual mentioned in my dream taught me a lot, for which I am thankful. Primarily he showed behaviours which I did not like and did not want to adopt for myself. It was an exemplar of what I did not want to become. At the same time I was interacting with others a tad obsessed with power and in some cases position.  I have never wanted to be lord and master with minions, slaves and serfs. Others like to lord it over; some like to be lorded over. I was not infected by his mood and intent.

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Power in its knowledge aspect is inconspicuous and not ostentatious. It is gathered and stored, rarely is it exercised. Depending on predilection one may gather like a squirrel. Personally I have always been interested in learning.

That time in the very first part of this century I was engaged in what hindsight suggests was my battle with power. Clearly the scale was rather local, but I was presented with many temptations, the trappings of power. Luckily, I was largely able to resist those temptations, those traps and did not become an “A” grade arse. Other people I knew may have been less resilient and perhaps fell to the traps, the whims of power.

The thing is that power and evil have a kind of symbiotic relationship. Power is the lure; the bait of evil who can tie an appropriate fly for whatever fish it seeks. Evil ever the strategist and craftsman can, when and if needed, be subtle.

In modern days the notion of evil has become quasi-taboo which is testament to the guile and skill of evil.

I do not pretend to know the mind of the dark adepts and those drawn to them. The more evolved of them, aware of much, must make a calculation pertaining to death. That calculation at one level must offset the difficulty of transition with the perceived reward of a life of power. Only they would be able to comment if they have struck a good deal, made a good bargain.

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I personally, this afternoon, in the middle of the day, am ready. In a sense I have already embraced my death.

There is a chance that you and I will meet gain at the hour of your death. You can decide for yourself if that is some morbid shit I made up, or not…

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“Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day”

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Does This Matter?

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As a part of my personal end of year review, I like to review. One of the questions is, “does this matter?” “Is what I am doing here of any significance whatsoever?”

The only objective criteria I have for readership is supplied by WordPress stats. It tells me that there are around 400,000 words here spread among 575 posts over the last year or so. There have been a total of ~900 visitors. These come from France {Normandy and Paris region}, UK, USA. Spain. Germany, Canada and India. {In decreasing order of number of visitors.} The views are from diverse towns which might be real or arise from a floating IP used by many ISPs. That works out at about 450 words per visitor. The average post gets a few {literally} views.

Clearly my significance as a global influencer knows no bounds!!

On the basis of this it does not matter what I write because “nobody” is listening. Whatever idea or notion I come up with will sink without a trace in the petabyte torrents of this raging internet thingy. There is no point in me developing any of my ideas, just get them out of my head and move swiftly on. I can sit here dreaming away and the world at large goes about its business unperturbed.

We live in a surveillance society. There is an outside chance that some of my key words might pop up in an intelligence search. But I am not connected to any group. I am pacifist and hermit like. I am not a civil disorder problem. I don’t agree with Trump or Netanyahu. They are powerful men and face disagreement from others way more important than me. I doubt the NSA and MI6 are quaking in their bunkers.

To an extent I have drawn what meaning I can from the dream catalogue herein. I know how I interpret them and in what context. I have a number of theories about what they mean individually and collectively. I have clarity of sorts. One that does not need to be verbalised. I understand the wider potential implications. My understanding points at large tracts of unresolved karma burdening others. I cannot foresee them addressing this.

If I want to change things, then one do-able is to wipe the blog. I will still catalogue incoming dreams (privately) but I will create a space which might be filled with something, else. Sometimes a tiny change can be causative.

The growing trend is that each blog I write gets fewer and fewer views. Which says something.

I reckon that a hip replacement blog with what passes for my sense of humour would have a much larger readership…This could propel me into internet stardom. I could become a legend on my disability enabled throne hand crafted by Armitage Shanks.

Maybe I’ll sleep on it…

Can Artificial Intelligence (AI) Dream ? – Turing Test

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Last night as I was drifting off to sleep a question popped into mind, “can AI dream?”. It was followed up by another question, “Can AI be taught to dream?” “And if so, would AI be fully lucid when it was dreaming?”. “Would AI know the difference between awake and slumber?”

“Or would it simply dream of electric sheep?”

I thought to myself that I had better nip this line of thought in the bud otherwise I would be awake for a long time. I thought that I have hundreds of dreams in word format and they could be used to teach an AI “entity” to dream like me. I don’t know how AI training works but a true test of human-like intelligence would be a capacity to dream without the pseudo-rational control of “wakefulness”.

That kind of intelligence would exhibit an intuition something which geniuses often cite as important. AI in order to mimic humans needs to have fantasy including sexual fantasy. Already I have heard of AI hallucinations.

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Can machines think? Can AI dream?

This question is along the lines of a Turing Test. How could we measure, prove or disprove in the dreaming ability of AI?

Dreaming would be a ground-breaking game-changing faculty of artificial intelligence…

I could ask an AI bot to dream and see what happened…

It is safe to think this now, in the middle of the day.

Dreaming if AI can dream is safe at 13:15 on a summer’s day…