The Uncanny Ability of Being Ignored

Before I get into this. I have had a nagging question of late. Why are there so many people called Pam in the USA?

Last night we started to watch a TV series called “Pine Gap” about an American led listening post / command and control centre for satellites and drone strikes near a town like Alice, Alice Springs in Northern Territory Australia. The said base exists in real life and you can find it on Google maps using satellite view. Alice is about 1200km by road from Mount Isa where I lived as a child. The scenery was a partial motivator for starting the series.

What the hell would the locals in Alice make of a bunch of septics and septic spooks to boot?

In the dramatization they listen in to mobile ‘phone conversations and monitor internet traffic. The notion of an all seeing NSA / CIA Palantir is invoked. People may be crunching meta data to point at internet traffic of interest.

The implication is that someone could be monitoring this blog. Though they would probably die of boredom. On a whim some dude could fire a drone attack through my office window. But I suspect that they would struggle with a cost benefit analysis.

I have noted that I have developed an uncanny ability at being ignored. People can discount what I say, ignore it. It is really noticeable with Jean-Jacques and Marie-Claire. They just talk at high speed in French. I say nothing and they don’t even notice. As a consequence we have just received a quote which does not match what we were seeking. It is weird being talked at. I tend to switch off. People don’t notice.

Over the years I have made quite a few inquiries of people, professionals, in the “scientific” dreaming community. Almost without exception they have been ignored. Were, I still institutionalized it might have been a different story. Sat where I am, with my knowledge, they have missed a huge opportunity, from my point of view. But of course I will never fit into a rigidly defined funded programme. I am ignored and not crucial to the furtherance of their {current} agendas. No biggie.

I did not for one moment expect to be listened to or taken seriously.

I also approached various people with my quantum optics ideas. Again I was very largely ignored.

It is my supposition that my increasing handicap with walking makes it even easier to ignore me. I am not only a “grey” but according to the rules and metrics, an obese man, who limps. This renders me not only easy to ignore but almost invisible.

I have a kind of camouflage in which I am not seen, not noted and am ignored. I am not taken into consideration.

This means that I could do all sorts of stuff under the radar, if I were arsed so to do. No bugger would cotton on.

The other weird thing I get is the notion that from time to time people are waiting for me to make a move. They will probably be waiting for a long, long time.

How can people ignore me yet wait for me to make a move at the same time?

Life is odd … people make some weird shit up in their minds…

Iridium this morning was a bit odd…

Radiation – Dying Inside – Iridium – Radiant Dream 24-07-2025

Here is last night’s dream, a night when I made it all the way through to 5:20 AM without being woken  by my body’s grumbles.

The dream starts in a shop / storage unit which is choc-a-block with scientific instrumentation of various ages and types. They are piled high  and it is difficult to walk down the aisles without tripping over some cable or other. There is a man in a light brown linen overall behind a service desk there. He is in charge of the store. He encourages me to explore and offers me an extension lead distribution box with four UK plug sockets. I can test any instrument that I want.

I find what looks like a seismograph with several needles and data tracks. There is some chart paper in it. I go to plug it in and the paper advance works. I lower one of the data write ink heads. At first there is no line drawn but then the pen starts to work and the needle moves back and forth a little with the channel noise. There is ink. The signal level starts to decrease and decay. In the dream I know this to be a toxic radiation within the heart of someone I thought I knew. I was acquainted with this person but we have not spoken for around twenty years. Something in his heart is decaying and eating him up from the inside. The radiation in his heart is slowly deadly and his inner beingness is dying and decaying because of it. He kind of knows it but is unwilling to do anything about it.

I continue my walk around the store and set off a radiation detector tube. It has some residual power. I take the detector and power supply to the front desk and plug it in. The radiation detector goes off at a high count rate. The man says that I am radioactive and that is why people don’t want anything to do with me. I literally glow and radiate. They do not understand that this is good, light, radiation. He says that it is because of a special isotope of Iridium which I have in me. This isotope was a part of an interstellar meteorite which I found as a young boy. I was out walking in the desert-bush and came upon the Iridium rock. I touched it and incorporated the Iridium. Ever since I have had a radiant radioactivity. I am made of stardust – interstellar Iridium. People are afraid of my radiance.

In my mind’s eye in the dream. I see a young boy finding a small shiny “rock” in a red-brown earthy cupped palm shaped depression in the land. He is wearing a light blue-white checked sleeveless shirt and dark navy-blue shorts. His socks are pulled up to the knee. He picks the rock up and examines it. I know that he too will incorporate the irradiance. As he starts to incorporate, I put my hand on his shoulder and say to him that he is not alone.

I am now back in the shop. The man behind the counter shows me a radiation trace of me versus time. The radiation instead of decaying over time is in fact growing. I am becoming ever more radiant.

The dream ends.

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From Wikipedia

Iridium is a chemical element; it has the symbol Ir and atomic number 77. This very hard, brittle, silvery-white transition metal of the platinum group, is considered the second-densest naturally occurring metal (after osmium) with a density of 22.56 g/cm3 (0.815 lb/cu in) as defined by experimental X-ray crystallography. 191Ir and 193Ir are the only two naturally occurring isotopes of iridium, as well as the only stable isotopes; the latter is the more abundant. It is one of the most corrosion-resistant metals, even at temperatures as high as 2,000 °C (3,630 °F).

Iridium was discovered in 1803 in the acid-insoluble residues of platinum ores by the English chemist Smithson Tennant. The name iridium, derived from the Greek word iris (rainbow), refers to the various colors of its compounds. Iridium is one of the rarest elements in Earth’s crust, with an estimated annual production of only 6,800 kilograms (15,000 lb) in 2023.

The dominant uses of iridium are the metal itself and its alloys, as in high-performance spark plugs, crucibles for recrystallization of semiconductors at high temperatures, and electrodes for the production of chlorine in the chloralkali process. Important compounds of iridium are chlorides and iodides in industrial catalysis. Iridium is a component of some OLEDs.

Iridium is found in meteorites in much higher abundance than in the Earth’s crust. For this reason, the unusually high abundance of iridium in the clay layer at the Cretaceous–Paleogene boundary gave rise to the Alvarez hypothesis that the impact of a massive extraterrestrial object caused the extinction of non-avian dinosaurs and many other species 66 million years ago, now known to be produced by the impact that formed the Chicxulub crater. Similarly, an iridium anomaly in core samples from the Pacific Ocean suggested the Eltanin impact of about 2.5 million years ago.