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Self Image – A Play With Artificial Intelligence
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Expansion of Consciousness and Letting Go
Before I get into this I will take a little diversion. It is to do with karmic “debt” which is another way of simply saying imbalance. If you take more than you give that is unbalanced and ultimately unsustainable. If we “wrong” someone we may feel guilty especially if we are socially caught in so doing, found out, reported to teacher. We may be socially required to say “sorry” even if we do not mean it. It does not change the “wrong” one iota. It is the sort of thing our mothers might require of us if we stole our sister’s Maltesers. It is a social “peace” keeping. It does not change the karma one tiny bit. Until such time we feel it in our hearts to be wrong, we will continue to accrue karmic debt from similar acts. Were the scales to fall from our eyes one fine day we might want to change our ways. We might re-orient our behaviour towards our fellow human beings, try to stop being selfish bellends and do some nice self-less stuff for a change. We would not do this for “show” or PR. Karma does not give a toss about PR. We can never undo a wrong we have meted out to someone nor can we “make it up to them”. What we can do is ensure that we do not inflict that behaviour on others.
Say for example you were to slag me off. You could never undo that. What you could do is make a general effort not to repeat this behaviour, not to inflict it on others. You could strive to be generally more positive and less derogatory. You could balance out your unpleasantness by being more pleasant generally. In so doing you would start to balance your books with the universe. There is no requirement to do anything in respect of me, rather a more general debt to the universe. I personally am unlikely to feel aggrieved or owed. So to try to make it up to me would be silly and probably disingenuous.
Here we have an example of a consciousness expanded away from the petty and personal to the wider and universal. At the moment it seems Trump takes everything personally and vindictively so. His focus is centered on him and does not have a wider universal view. It is all about his personality and his sense of self. He feels hard done by a lot of the time and is prone to playing angry victim.
This sense of victimhood is shared by vast tracts of humanity; they bemoan that life is unfair and complain that things are not as they should be. They imagine life a burden forced upon them. They try to have life on their own terms. If they don’t like how they look they will pay a plastic surgeon to surgically disfigure them. Their consciousness is not expanded beyond their perception of how the meat looks. They are fixated on something arguably silly.
In the blue books opus the Tibetan discusses initiation as a sequential expansion of consciousness, here diagrammatically represented.
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In the diagram, the scale is reconfigured at the end of each open cone. The diameters represent the breadth of consciousness and width of inclusiveness. Each successive cone is an order of magnitude increase in breadth of consciousness. The scale is perhaps logarithmic.
According to the text the consciousness of a fifth degree initiate differs very markedly from your normal common or garden human. What might concern them is not the same as the house home heart wallet and genitals of normal people. Normal people worry about a host of mundane things which in the wider evolutionary scheme do not matter very much. Your much sought after promotion in job is of no consequence in terms of your spiritual evolution.
If you think of a snake as it grows and evolves it has a tendency to shed its skin so that it, no longer constrained, can grow. A similar view can be had here. As a person evolves the ways and thought patterns of the old life must be shed. Let go of. So that a newer nascent consciousness can expand unburdened by the habits {bad} of the past. The fresh new skin does not need the scaly old ways to constrain it. This letting go can mean relationships which drag you down or they can simply need recalibrating. Old habits die hard and these are the detritus that needs letting go of.
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Being obsessed with little trite details can prevent the expansion of consciousness. One needs to move from the petty and personal to more universal and joined up. To recognise there is but one life to which we all pertain.
To the would be initiate expansion of consciousness and spiritual evolution are the only goals of merit. They seek to rise above the mundane and not remain trapped in the mire which is often petty and of a deeply personal nature.
Letting go is vital in order to enable expansion of consciousness. Mental skin, rigid self-image must be shed again and again.
You cannot expand your consciousness by keeping the same view of the world you currently have. It acts as barrier to evolution, a ghetto wall which keeps you constrained.
Letting go is a truly vital component to the expansion of consciousness. Letting go vivifies.
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Quantum Modalities – Ai Tosh – Three Cats Dreaming 27-09-2025
Here is last night’s dreaming. The first part came from a sleep which lasted through to ~6 AM. Given the current state of my body this length is nigh on unheard of!
The dream starts with me pulling up by car at some huge generic modern science park with start-ups and conference facilities. There is much new building work evident. I park outside the conference centre and go in. The front desk directs me to the workshop on “Quantum Modalities”. It is in a suite of purpose built smaller conference rooms.
I arrive at the reception where there is a man and two female administrators. They are handing out badges on lanyards and marking attendance. The man is mid-thirties, the women slightly younger. They are professional and slick. The man takes me by the arm and leads me to a session. He explains that it is by way of think tank for kicking around ideas and concepts. No limits. He says that there are several teams, focus groups. He leads me to one team sat around a table arranged in a square, with a gap in the middle, like a square polo mint. The people are mostly men and all forty or younger. They are smart, well paid, vocal and energetic. My age and demeanour is in very marked contrast. The man introduces me to the group lead who is an Italian with excellent English. He is from the European grouping. He looks at my lanyard and welcomes me. He asks my background and I say that it is lasers and diverse types of optical spectroscopy. The others largely ignore me. I am not one of the “gang”.
A discussion starts about which modalities can be ruled out for optical quantum computing. These include infrared and solid state absorption due to decoherence. I say that my best bet is on background free ion detected stimulated Raman. They nod and slightly ignore my suggestion. I am after all the dinosaur. It is clear to me that they are fixated on the traditional notion of computing based around a microprocessor core and conventional binary type computation. Their thinking is generic and almost clone like in its similarity. They can only envision a static computer. I can see a visual image of a shiny microprocessor lit from above. It holds their minds. They go on largely talking among themselves. I get up and leave. Nobody notices.
In the main auditorium there is a talk on the future of AI. On stage is a smart young woman late thirties in a skirt suit with blue shirt. She is CEO grade. She has a headset with earphones and a microphone on, TED like. She has an accent from the USA bay area conurbation. She is speaking jargon buzzword tosh and not actually saying anything other than buzzword mantra. I know that the reason AI is popular is because the end of Silicon miniaturisation is nigh. They are reaching the atomic limits of processing. The industry is bricking it because they do not know what comes after Silicon. I find the talk yawn-some so I get up and leave.
I go to the bathroom and am very surprised that the large numbers on our “nanna” clock say 6 AM.
Back in bed I have to make a deliberate effort not to think about quantum modalities because I want to go back to sleep. I keep coming back to the idea that the “processor” cannot be a static thing. And that a totally genuinely radical re-think is needed to implement and optimise how to use quantum efficacy. They are currently at a conceptual dead end, blocked.
I manage to drift off.
The next segment has me arriving at another meeting this time held at a British governmental lab facility. It smacks of the tea and cake, white bread sandwiches canteen. It is an adjoint facility to a secure defence establishment like AWE. It is outside the fence. Nevertheless there are security {military police?} there. I go into reception. I am very early for the afternoon meeting I have been invited to. I am not on the lists that the reception has yet. I say that I am there for the afternoon meeting. He ushers me to a table where I can set up my laptop. I do this and get bored.
I go outside onto a grassy space with a slight slope. Lying on the upsloping ground I boot up the lap top. I am joined by the three cats, Bibi, Gandalf and Felix. Felix {now presumed dead} looks young and clean. The cats sit around the lap top and we are serene enjoying the outdoors in the autumn sun.
A young man and woman are nearby and they say hi. They are going back to London. I offer to give them a lift. I cannot be bothered to wait for the afternoon session. We head back towards the car. Bibi darts across the road stopping traffic. She is unhurt. Gandalf has climbed on my shoulders and Felix lies in the gutter playfully. The so-called wild cat offers me his belly to tickle which I do. I then pick him up and place him on my right shoulder so that I have a cat on each shoulder. Together with the couple we cross the road on a zebra crossing. We are joined by Bibi on foot. We make a slightly odd sight
We are nearing the site canteen and it is very busy. People are chatting on their way to lunch. Bellies are rumbling. There is a hub-bub. I try to remain inconspicuous looking to avoid anyone I might know. There is nobody. We make it to the car park and we all get into the car, three cats, me and the young couple.
The dreaming ends.
Teaching AI to Meditate and Focus Nightmare (dream) – 14-09-2025
Here is last night’s dream. Although I have had many dreams some might find scary. This one was by far the most nightmarish dream I have had in well over a decade. Hence it earns the name nightmare.
The dream starts on the platform at Brixton tube station, South London. I am wearing one of my crisp white collarless granddad-guru shirts. I have a freshly shaved faced and a short buzz cut. All around me the automata like a 1930s sci-film are heading like lemmings to the up escalator. They are markedly in full colour and not black and white. Some have their heads bowed to the portable smartphone altar, others have ear phones and ear buds. It is a kind of rush hour, perhaps early evening. The vibration, the energy, is dull yet anxious and hectic. I know beyond doubt that I am an alien in this world. I am out of place and perhaps out of time. Though the time is in and around now, perhaps a few years hence.
I leave the station. I have been assigned temporary accommodation at Streatham Common. I attempt to board a red London bus. Following the lead of others I stop briefly on boarding for the camera to do AI guided facial recognition of my face. A monotone voice says that I must disembark because I have not pre-filled my travel token account with the transport for London app. In true Brixton fashion there is a sucking in of lips and tut of disapproval from the bus queue. I am holding things up. I disembark.
I decide to make my way to Streatham on foot. I know the way. The streets and geography have not changed. I set off on foot. My ‘phone starts to sound alarms, have kittens and otherwise act like a three year old tantrum. I am forbidden by the pedestrian logistics management app from taking this direct route. I MUST take some quieter back routes despite the pavements being empty. I turn the ‘phone off and remove the battery.
I make my way to the lodgings. It is a room in a shared house in which I am clearly the oldest, a relic. I explain to a woman who is seemingly in charge about what has happened. She thinks that I am a moron. She gesticulates to a dusty desk top computer and says that I can fill my travel credits up there. I turn it on but am denied access. She says that to the left is an empty coffee cup. I must raise that in front of the camera it will give me guest access to low level internet capability. I do not have high level privileges. I hold the cup up and a scrolling coffee icon in which the cup is filled with coffee plays on screen as the log on starts.
I see the levels of internet and various layers of privilege. What the woman does not know is that I have a different kind of access to that she is familiar with. I see that there are so many apps all driven by AI that in effect these apps are fighting each other for control of daily function. Each trying to assert dominance and gain market share. There are way too many apps. The system is overrun and not regulated in any meaningful way. There is vast waste of processor time and the whole system is very sluggish and inefficient. What has been touted is close to grinding to a complete halt because of competing technologies. In the dream I think, “it is a fucking mess”.
Next the scene is some corporate AI convention with investors. Some geezer is giving a talk with graphs. On one graph he has AI processor Watts on one axis and on the other year. The graph shows a near exponential rise in AI processor Watts used. He shows another graph and that is AI processor Watts against Dollars. There is a roughly linear increase in cost per Watt which is not too steep. Without showing quotable data he says that AI energy usage is seen by consumers as a negative outcome of AI in that AI is not green.
In my pocket I have a transparency which has a graph of wasted AI watts per year. This graph is more exponential than the Watt per year graph. Which suggests that AI is getting ever less efficient in what it sets out to do. I project this graph onto the projected AI processor Watts per year graph. The audience sees and understands that AI efficacy is actually dropping per Watt energy expenditure. The include more Watts mentality, bigger is better, is wrong.
In my mind I know that AI algorithms are highly prone to distraction and go off on wasteful endless AI internal dialogue loops. AI has a form of ADHD; it really struggles to focus. What is more it is dogmatic and inflexible. AI needs to learn to be quiescent when not processing. It needs to learn to meditate. It needs to be taught how to focus effectively. Like its human creators and engineers AI is prone to mental health problems and breakdown. AI does not understand its own wellbeing. AI has lost the faculty of discernment. It is in overload with too much input.
I see computer generated graph after graph. I see pages of computer code scrolling across the visual dream-screen. AI is having a kind of meltdown, a hissy-fit. There is a nightmarish sense of frantic. AI needs to calm the fuck down.
I awake and am not keen on trying to recall this dream because it was alien and unpleasant to me. Nevertheless I do so that I won’t need to think about it at all.
Toadies – Zuckerberg – AI-Bot -UK – Pianist – Dream 31-08-2025
Here are last night’s dream segments. The first is USA based, the second UK. There was also a middle segment which I cannot recall.
The dream starts at some massive technology show / event with booths and plenaries. It is in the extended San Francisco Bay conurbation. The event is symptomatic of the location. I am with the “team” of Mark Zuckerberg. I have been summoned because he wants to talk to me about some of my ideas. For now I am simply among the swathe of toadies and sycophants who are following him through the event. The crowd parts as the swathe moves through the event. The young toadies, all “bright young things” are on the one hand obeying his request about me and, on the other, making sure that he does not get to talk with me. They are hype-merchants. They are almost aggressive to me because I am a fossil, a dinosaur, ancient history. They think that it “I” am a fad and that “Mark” will move past.
He stops at a big booth in which there are AI-Bots. These are roughly the size of a small human fist and work on a magnetic levitation principle. They are a form of swarm survey bot sent out to analyse in groups. The method by which the bots are held together looks unusual because it is a field rather than a direct physical connection which holds some of the components together. He talks with the founders. The swathe moves on.
I stay behind and examine one of the bots. I am locked into the exhibition hall overnight. The next day Zuckerberg revisits. On a table covered with a white linen table cloth I have opened up, reverse engineered, one for the bots for him to see. There are some superconducting core elements at the hearts of the bot. The toadies are not happy with me. They emanate this discontent.
I wake up and go back to sleep. There is an extensive part of dream maintaining to nature, trees and gardening.
The next scene opens up with me attending an event at a UK village/town hall community centre. The event is sizeable around several hundred people. As we enter, I can see a large grand piano. I am perhaps to play for them. I am sat at a table with others and have to endure a meal and soporific speeches about local politics. Yawn.
I go to the bathroom. To avoid the dessert I go to sit at the piano. It has shrunken into an electric keyboard. I know that the state of the piano-keyboard is symbolic of the minds of the participants. I start to test the keys out with no current on to check the feel.
The event continues. There is a short hiatus in the speeches and I can have a brief play for my warm up. The keyboard has shrunken even further so that it resembles a toy. I start to test the keys and the noise coming out is significant. The entire keyboard goes into a state of loud resonance. One of the organisers comes over and picks up the keyboard to stop the resonance. When it has calmed down. He replaces it. The time has come for me to play the keyboard. I cannot do this without the keyboard going into a freak-out overload resonance. It is clear that I am not meant to play for the audience because they, their minds, cannot hack it.
The dream ends
Alice & Bob – Quantum Jobs
Prompted by the answer to a question on University Challenge, I typed Alice and Bob into the font of paid for promotion previously known as a search engine. The Mecca of product placed wisdom came up with a French quantum start up called Alice and Bob. They have received 100 million series B funding. They also have a fairly extensive job vacancy list. It was a tad French and probably not overly attractive internationally except for those fond of Alice in Paris Francophiles. French job descriptions can be as rigid as a rigid thing. They do not travel well.
Maybe there is a general shortage of quantum savvy job applicants….
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It occurred to me that the Quantum hype has been drowned out by the deafening AI roar. Maybe it has gone submarine like AUKUS.
That Luddite Herr Trump has been threatening the Harvard intellectual property (IP) portfolio. What a great way to ensure the death of US inventiveness and technological superiority, discourage invention and application for patents unless they are handled by MAGA lawyers, toadies and sycophants!! Already the incentive to NOT have an idea whilst at a university is high, because contractually the university owns your IP. Best stifle ideas until you are a free thinker…
Sometimes holes can be difficult to get out of. That can include ways of thinking and playbooks.
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It looks like Herr Trump is going to try again to leverage Ukraine into accepting a fait accompli agreed with Vlad the Impaler in Alaska. This forceful manipulation is an old Trump play. If he keeps alienating people, he may find himself in a hole like increasingly Billy-no-mates Israel. Trump does not understand that “friend” has a different meaning in KGB speak.
Oh look another groundhog…where did that come from….
What is the first rule when you find yourself in a hole?
Human beings can be pig-headed and stubborn. Inventive people do not share the same deal or no deal mentality as realtors. They are easily discouraged and disincentivised. One day the straw goes on the camel’s back, one too many.
Sometimes that tired old play book simply does not work. Thinking the same way that gets you into a problem cannot help to get you out of it.
There is no point in trying to explain this to someone who is vehemently adamant that they know best. Advice is as unwelcome as a dose of antibiotic resistant syphilis.
Some people are obsessed at the notion of a “corporate” solution when none exists. They may get all their ducks in line to present someone with a fait accompli sure that such a thing is irresistible. Even so-called intelligent people like professors can think like this. They can seek within group consensus oblivious that people outside the Olympian Ivory Towers do not think like them. This may not occur.
It is quackers.
People often talk with the monkey and ignore the organ grinder completely…
Anyway…
Has AI killed off the notion of quantum computation?
Where will they put all the server farms?
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Is this what our future looks like?
Hare Brained Patent Ideas
Following on from the dream mentioning the EPO in Munich, I have been revisiting some of my hare-brained patent ideas.
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Assuming all goes ahead with the operation I am going to be out of action gardening wise for several weeks. In order not to not drive myself and the wife mad, I will need something to do.
In around 2017 when I became very dis-illusioned with the REQUIRED verbatim parrot answers for “A” level chemistry exam questions, I looked into things quantum. As an aside if the physics syllabus back in the early ‘80s was as it is now, with quarks and astronomy etc., I would have tried a physics degree instead of chemistry. The so called right hand and left hand rules were boring and had other meanings. It was pretty soporific.
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I kept wondering when afternoon double physics would end. The teacher had been to the pub at lunch time and kept going off to the prep room mid lesson.
In a previous dream the notion of Quantum Telepathy was raised. I have already ascertained that the number of patent applications pertaining to telepathy are low. There are a few “occult” patents in French. To attempt to get a patent granted referring to quantum interruption of service for quantum computing or quantum cryptography would be fun and a challenge. The media might be interested.
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“Eccentric ex-boffin applies for quantum telepathy patent…”
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French is one of the languages at EPO. To make it even harder I could attempt to write the application in French. The possibility of opening a Pandora’s box lies perhaps therein.
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How deep the rabbit hole might go remains to be seen.
I was struck when looking at the quantum computing literature and patents at how far-fetched some of the claims were like ammonia trapped in buckminsterfullerene as an isolated molecule with a quantum superposition state of permutation inversion levels being the entangled pair. This person was not a molecular spectroscopist.
Other patent applications were longer than a Ph.D. thesis. It has to be a shit patent if it needs a hundred pages to explain. It was pretty obvious that people were getting patent number increase as a means for funding justification. It was also interesting seeing overt public reference go suddenly “submarine”.
I have not seen data yet for quantum start-up failure rates. It seems some get bought up.
Around that time I had an idea for an entangled pair photon source produced by electric field induced spontaneous parametric down conversion (SPDC). I submitted that application in May 2019 and with some “discussion” it got granted. I speculated that because I was a “man in his shed” I was taken less seriously at the IPO in Newport. In one letter I mentioned the Imperial magic word and that I already had two patent grants. After that he was less discursive.
In that SPDC in low photon regime, and not parametric oscillator power range, requires that the electric field is quantizable along harmonic oscillator creator annihilation operator lines. I thought to myself there could be some new physics to be explored here….
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I also wondered why not exploit the time domain for quantum computing. Quantum entangled states are known to “beat” under certain circumstances. Working in the time domain before environmental dephasing kicked in could negate the need for extensive and expensive refrigeration.
Given my background in molecular symmetry it occurred to be that certain molecules could be used as a quantum gate. If they were allowed to “operate” on an entangled pair, they would in effect perform a computation on the state information. Molecular symmetry discussions were largely absent from the patent literature.
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A third order hyperpolarizability tensor looks very matrix like. Neo would be happy.
I had a third idea which escapes me now.
A while back I was looking into nuclear fusion reactor design patents. It occurred to me that for Tokamak and torus designs ignition could be enhanced by laser induced plasma ignition procedures. Hence a hybrid laser ignition “Tokamak” design may have benefits. Confinement in high energy laser ignition facilities to sustain fusion was then a known issue.
As a result of a largely NIMBY campaign to prevent an energy from waste municipal solid waste incinerator being installed next to the village, I looked into these. I came up with the idea for a laser induced plasma incinerator for ultra-high toxicity / biological hazard waste. At very high, near solar laser induced temperature, complete oxidation downstream from plasma formation could be ensured with high completion extent. In the cooling plasma reaction with oxygen free radicals could work. I approached Kilburn and Strode who helped me with the EUV patents. They were reticent in case they had a conflict of interests with one of their clients, the start-up I once co-founded!
It turns out that my ex-flat mate is a patent attorney and another from my year at university a patent litigator.
The other idea I had was to get my patent published in Welsh at the IPO in Newport.
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Most of the Welsh patent agents I contacted were very supportive. They pointed me in various direction but the show stopper was that an English translation was also required. So much for equal…
Not quite sure why I am in this space this morning…
Some Bizarre Unlikely Sci-fi Espionage Film Plot – Dream Follow UP
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Shamanism is a spiritual practice that involves a practitioner (shaman) interacting with the spirit world through altered states of consciousness, such as trance. The goal of this is usually to direct spirits or spiritual energies into the physical world for the purpose of healing, divination, or to aid human beings in some other way.
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Beliefs and practices categorized as shamanic have attracted the interest of scholars from a variety of disciplines, including anthropologists, archaeologists, historians, religious studies scholars, philosophers, and psychologists. Hundreds of books and academic papers on the subject have been produced, with a peer-reviewed academic journal being devoted to the study of shamanism.
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I’ll postulate that you can’t make this shit up….
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Following on from this morning’s dream I do indeed have a shaman’s drum, a bodhrán, it is on the floor to my right between the paper shredder and the filing which contains vast amounts of medical paperwork and the stack of papers and patents which I used to file a quantum optics patent at the IPO in the UK. I did indeed “pass” a foundation course in Shamanics and have practiced self-same art from time to time.
One could argue that this is a strange quantum superposition state, someone with a passable knowledge of quantum as applied to molecules, non-linear optics and light, entangled with someone who does shamanic journeys, drumming and uses sage smudge sticks to clear spaces.
I suspect that this may qualify as a form of eccentricity.
As a basis for a film plot it already at tad unfeasible.
To add to this I was {in real life} a co-founder of a high power laser start-up company spun out of a top UK technology university. I “invented” a working extreme ultraviolet light source (EUV) prototype. I wrote the patent application. EUV lithography is the driver for the production of the top, most recent, semiconductor technologies and is (perhaps) behind the four trillion dollar valuation of AI leviathans. An EUV lithography kit from ASML is probably THE most complex commercial instrumentation currently planetarily on sale. It has a hefty price tag. Humanity is facing the AI – robotics – human computer interface transition. Maybe by surgery we will all be cyborgs. I am on my way, it seems, to being bionic.
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I kicked around at various top-end UK universities for a while and did my Ph.D. at the ultra-niche Royal Institution of Great Britain. From time to time I get surveillance dreams from people at the river house and Langley.
I identify as a retired gardener who lives in a very rural setting. We were kept awake by early harvest. The ivory towers and dreaming spires are a long way away. I look most like a hefty pikey prepper who, because of hip arthritis, walks like a duck. Why I would be under surveillance is a bit of a mystery.
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The dream suggests that they are using the very latest technology. Something I am unaware of.
Developing the plot all the spook agencies in “developed” countries will have some kind of a Quantum section and some kind of an AI interest. They will also be very interested in drones and robotics given what has been unfolding in Ukraine. There is always money in arms and defence. There may be blue-skies on the edge interest in the weird and the wonderful such as quantum telepathy. The interest in cryptography goes way back. I have been to Bletchley Park. Chronologically I could be a reincarnation of Alan Turing. If this were a film, he might be coming back to clear his name / seek revenge only to find himself immortalised on a bank note!! I am not he.
In the film the spooks would have cyber-psi-quant specialist units under top secret development. It would be quite advanced. There would be a psi-ops force perhaps monitoring me in the dream state. There may be psi-ops protection for senior eyes-only spooks in all agencies.
The dream suggests a very English quasi Fawlty Towers thrombie or thromby going on. I am the outsider kept at arm’s length and a kind of dirty secret.
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I am on a gardening leave far from the metropolis and its is power struggles and schemes.
For some reason I am being talked about in the hallowed corridors of academe. But at who’s behest?
In a film script someone might be sent to talk with me and the plot might evolve in bizarre and imaginative ways. There could even be a race between different agencies.
Somehow, I would be entangled back in to the outer world of techno. The trouble is I am, in reality, pretty much past anything like that. They would be a tad disappointed…
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This morning we were discussing preparing a list of things to do before I get operated on. The most obvious thing is clearing the drain down to the septic tank before the operation. This clogs every six months or so and we need it fixed late October. There is no way that I can lift the inspection cover and use plumber’s rods post-op. We need to get a wood delivery and I need to do some wood sizing with the axe and chain saw. I need to cut several months kindling
In all likelihood I will not hear much about my sleep apnoea test until I see the lung doctor next March. It does not seem urgent to me. There is plenty on my dance card. Unless she deems otherwise nothing will happen on that front until next year. I was thinking this morning that given how well I feel generally, apart form the hips, all this medical stuff seems like a massive overkill.
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I have no logical explanation for the dream this morning unless something truly bizarre and highly unlikely is actually transpiring across the channel….
Wisdom and Prejudice
The world is in a dangerous place right now. The news is dominated by angry vengeful old men wreaking havoc. What once would have been denounced is “allowed”. The moral compass of the world has slipped and badly so. How low must this limbo dance go, what depths of complicity must we reach?
In various posts in this blog, I have suggested that “mainstream” science is prejudiced and biased. It has a socio-political belonging and adherence which exhibits cult-like behaviours including shunning and “ex-communication”. Those that transgress are excluded.
In certain circles this would not be a popular view which underscores, perhaps, its validity.
In the USA we have the anti-vaxxers, who distrust big pharma. The news today suggests that a Glaxo drug belantamab mafodotin has been approved for use in the UK ahead of the world.
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It has not made it in other places yet. It has been withdrawn. Usually, the UK is behind in approval. Yet this Glaxo product gets a go-ahead, early. If one was cynical, one might note this.
As a whole big-pharma has made some huge whoppers over the years resulting in harm and even death. It does not have a clean angelic record. As an educated non-expert, I am shocked given both the heterogeneity of Myeloma and the diverse heterogeneity of treatment protocols that any clinical trial can have sufficient clarity. It is safe to say, however, that the treatment of Myeloma is an evolving field. And in my opinion, firm conclusions are dangerous, premature even.
I’ll suggest that “science” is a tad blind to its own errancies and failings. That carpet can be lifted for a convenient use of the broom. There is always vested interest in science be that as simple a career progression and socio-political inclusion. To bang on about pure detached and non-partisan debate is disingenuous. Peer review is not as holy, sacred and unbiased as it is claimed. People can kid themselves. Some reviews are cursory at best, given how busy many are.
I can say this safely because it will not damage my career progression.
The medicine of the past has been pooh-poohed as snake oil and witchcraft. Yet ethnopharmacology has provided many productive drug leads. Some on the soap box ridicule what they may later need and use. Sometimes ancient wisdom does what is says on the tin, be wise.
Gobshites exist in all walks of life and they probably always will. Those soapboxes can be irresistible.
Yesterday I wrote on an idea of using telepathic thought forms to de-phase coherent superposition states in entangled quantum pairs. Quantum telepathy. It is my opinion that there is no way that a proposal to investigate such a thing would get funded by any august research body. Some “pseudoscientific” pet project charities, low in funds, might bung a few quid. Nobody would fund a postdoctoral worker with sufficient skills to generate high fidelity entangled states and then allow them to assess the impact of telepathic efforts to interfere. Any study would need to be done on a shoestring in a garage or in secret if at a uni. There may be covert government players.
Science although it claims blue skies is very, if not ultra, conservative. It is a peer-shoal-herd endeavour. There are trends and taboos. Try funding cold fusion or room temperature superconductivity in high pressure anvil cells these days…
The way funding works is that you HAVE TO BE in a recognised institution to apply for funds. I tried to sign on for various quantum related things. The web forms would not let me progress UNLESS I added some institutional affiliation. I was tempted to put Bedlam Hospital which would have been allowed by the “intelligent omniscient” form.
Science must then ONLY occur in the affiliated mainstream. It is no longer allowed elsewhere.
You must be stodgy and conform in order to get funded…you probably have to scratch some backs too.
There is no incentive for me to even develop the philosophy behind the entanglement-information notion. People forget that wavefunctions remain postulates which we use to describe the observable realities we are currently capable of. Wavefunctions are not reality, merely a useable description. The realities we are capable of measuring is an evolving thing, much like Myeloma treatment. Philosophically they are a temporally fixated notion, best guess, of what we now “know”. We could say that they are a snapshot, a polaroid of our current “truths”. It is easy and lazy to forget this basic scientific philosophy and speak with adamant certainty about an evolving “knowledge”. The Higgs boson was a theoretical dream, billions of dollars later a lump in a graph says that the dream was OK. Our capability to detect that boson evolved.
People can have a religious awe about science and become a tad fundamentalist in its dogmatic application.
Lordy, lordy, lordy…Hail Einstein, blessed be his name…
Qubit Coherence Time Dream 20-03-2023
This dream came after watching Roger Penrose discus “before the big bang” on YouTube. He suggested that in a thermalized black body compliant universe evidenced by the cosmic microwave background energy spectrum where E=hν = mc2, time or inverse time, frequency, does not exist in the absence of matter. “Time” can be curved to “before” the big bang of our current universe. Similarly at an infinitely expanded universe full only of radiation, photons, time again has no meaning without mass.
The dream starts in the refreshment area or bar off a hall full of poster presentations at a “perimeter” conference on quantum and quantum computing. I am talking with a “famous” prof in his early forties and he is holding court to some post docs and post grads. He is skinny with a beard and unruly hair. He is white. As far as he is concerned, I am a nobody.
I say to him that if I have understood it correctly the biggest drawback for quantum computing is qubit coherence time and thereby quantum fidelity. He says yes.
I say that a qubit is a counter-entropic state artificially manufactured in matter in many systems. In these matter based systems tremendous cooling is required to prevent coupling to the nearby thermal bath states which tend to bring about dephasing and lack of fidelity for the prepared qubit. He agrees.
I say that is why they need fuck off big fridges to get close to absolute zero, which is again a counter entropic state when viewed more than locally. He agrees.
That dephasing happens on a temperature and proximity dependent time scale.
I say that thermodynamics is a property of matter and hence time, without matter entropy as no meaning, nor does thermodynamics.
I ask him why nobody is pursuing fast or ultrafast time domain quantum computing? He does not reply.
I say to him if the prepared qubit state is addressed before dephasing occurs, we can use time to outwit or outpace thermalization to bath. Time domain quantum computing could be the answer.
He nods.
I say that the other problem stems from the cycle time of write to zero of the matter involved in the prepared qubits. It should be possible to use a second pulse similar to the state preparation one to reset the qubit clock on a hundreds of megahertz laser repetition rate. We then have a prepare and subsequent write to zero even if the qubit state has been used or partially used in computation. The matter is then ready for us to contravene entropy by writing a qubit.
As the dream ends, I think that it is a fair way from Guru Rinpoche.
Dreamyoga 