Disclaimer: View My Threads with Fear and Trembling but Probably NOT Reverence and Awe!! I Know I Do NOT Know!! I Believe but I Do NOT Know What I Believe!! I Suspect This Thing is Going to Get MUCH Worse!! Do NOT Go Nucking Futs!! Take a Pill!! Read The New York Times!! Take a Hike!! I Just Bought a Wooden Recorder as I Go for Broke as The Baroque Whistle Blower!!
Don't be frightened. I mean no harm. Consider the posts on this page. They are mostly repeats but with some subtle changes. Consider the grouping choices. Does this change the meaning?? Does this really mean anything in particular?? Is this an agency mind-control experiment for completely ignorant fools?? Am I just a lone-nut mind-control victim?? Or, am I a sinister perpetrator, bent on corrupting and crazy-making the innocent and gullible?? What if AI is doing all of this?? What if I've been soul-scalped?? What if all of us have been soul-scalped?? What if this is benign?? What if this is extremely dangerous?? What if this is tame and lame fan-fiction?? What if my threads and posts make everyone angry and offended?? What if nobody even reads my threads?? What if they just look at the pretty pictures?? What if there is zero comprehension?? The possibilities are endless. When I originally posted most of my posts, they had a particular meaning and intent for me, but what if the viewer perception is very different (especially over a period of years with rampant repetition)?? What if one must become involved in all sorts of crooked insider stuff to succeed in business (and everything else)?? What if innocent idiots like me need not apply?? It's too late for me, so I'll probably just be a goody-goody, remaining poor and stupid for the rest of my pathetic life. What's funny, is that when I attempt to be hyper-good with a dry sense of humor, everyone hates me. What if the Founders set this thing up in antiquity, leaving the solar system for thousands (or millions) of years, recently returning to see how things worked out, innocently incarnating into humanity (ultimately going insane)?! "Up Against the Wall, Mother Tucker!! Shut Everything Down!!" What if this is a wake-up call for Sirius Researchers?? I am of peace. Always.
Due to extenuating circumstances, my quest and posting are grinding to a halt. I'm probably getting the following completely wrong but I play a game of possibilities. Perhaps I should delete this post. I'm tending to do a lot of deleting regarding new posts but I mostly include them within old posts. I thought about repeating my last USSS12 page with posts half the size to make it easier to load them with low speed internet connections and slow computers. Our communication on this site is interesting in an uninteresting manner. We are quite different, yet on somewhat parallel paths (or something to that effect). The separation and detachment are probably necessary. I know you know but I know I don't know so I proceed with nervousness and uncertainty. I engage in a lot of supercilious soliloquies for theatrical modeling purposes. I'm not this way in real-life but I have a bit of an attitude and imagination. Notice the lack of fighting throughout the years. Alternative sites tend to involve a lot of fighting. The first video is interesting and chilling. I'm speculating that the non-humanoid organisms might've evolved in antiquity with ancient AI somehow being created by these organisms. Perhaps robotics came next, with Darth Vader as a possible template. Perhaps the Grey-Alien Humanoid-Forms were created by All the Above. Perhaps Humans were created by All the Above (Including the Greys and/or Reptilians). Perhaps modern-science has been mostly working backwards from Modernity to Antiquity. "Nothing New Under the Sun." Perhaps Ancient-Spaceships in the form of Hollowed-Out Asteroids were created in the Darth Vader period. Who Knows?? Dr. Who?? Perhaps we'll keep in touch through PM's. I suspect everything will get really weird in this solar system. I'm hoping for Usable-Futures. "Can't We All Just Get Along??" Hope Springs Eternal.
In light of my dire and threatening circumstances, I might simply re-post some of the greatest hits of orthodoxymoron to the tune of one post per day just to let everyone know I'm still in the land of the living. Here's something 99.99% of you couldn't care less about. I've stated that the five volume Conflict of the Ages Series might be definitive in a late 19th and early 20th century context (despite plagiarism, historical fiction, and editorial liberties). I've narrowed down the list to Prophets and Kings (1917), Desire of Ages (1898), and Acts of the Apostles (1911) for devotional and practical purposes in an appropriate context but I was just thinking about the below post #825 regarding the War in Heaven and End of the World involving two quotes by EGW. The first is found in Patriarchs and Prophets (1890) and the second is found in Great Controversy (1888 - revised in 1911). Consider that post in the context of those two volumes as an insider study for those with too much time on their hands. I'm not promoting this stuff for the general public. Context is King!! Never Forget!! I suspect I'll go downhill rapidly as I age and nefarious forces turn up the heat. I really think this will not end well (for me and perhaps for most of us). The overall context might be worse than most of us can imagine. The cover-stories will eventually be exposed and destroyed like band-aids on compound-fractures. I believe but I don't know what I believe. Believers might find this Unbelievable. Perhaps things will worsen significantly before they get better on a sustainable basis. I am not an insider and I have attempted to not be an insider for purposes of responsible neutrality. I might've recently encountered several glamorous individuals of interest but I'm not playing the name game anymore. Please introduce yourselves and I promise to be discrete. I feel and think horribly. Don't expect much if you meet me. I'm a bit of an @$$hole and I hate my life. I'm Skeptical of the King and Queen of the Hill Contest. The Public Are Fickle and Gullible. Managing the Insanity Might be Tougher than We Can Imagine. Self Control Might be Optimal. I'm shutting everything down (as far as my renegade internet posting is concerned) so I might not post for a while (or ever again). Between 2010 and 2018, several charter forum members either died or stopped posting. In early 2018, Sherry Shriner supposedly died (unrelated to MoA). In late 2018, Brook died. Several other forum members stopped posting between 2018 and 2023. Morpheus aka Lionhawk hasn't posted for quite a while. Jeffrey Daugherty (unrelated to MoA) recently disappeared, with his YT channel and videos gone. I've been complaining about severe physical, mental, and spiritual issues for quite a few years now (with things becoming much worse). I've spoken with Individuals of Interest (including celebrities) for several years now (but I still don't know what the heck is going on). I have theories and delusions but no proof. I might've recently encountered an actor and actress (Dr. Silberman and Kate Curtis?) from the movie '2012' but I'm not sure and there were no introductions. Again, I'm not playing the name game. In a way, it's sort of cool but I suspect something behind the scenes which doesn't sit right with me and this is no reflection on actors, actresses, or individuals of interest. I'm sorry if I don't properly respond to this sort of thing. I probably could if I knew what was expected of me. I don't wish to be 'Freak of the Week'. I don't watch a lot of movies so I probably miss the cues and clues as a Rebel Without a Clue. This thing might ultimately involve ancient artificial intelligence but I'm not an insider or intellectual. I'm just a miserable and hamstrung completely-ignorant fool with a messiah-complex (or something to that effect). Beware of strange scripts, beings, and happenings. This could get really weird.
My home was recently and repeatedly badly vandalized and ransacked, with property stolen (seemingly in a targeted manner, seemingly with no help from authorities). WTF?? I suspect an Ancient Supercomputer Matrix runs everyone and everything on a macro-level with most of us seemingly prisoners of our own devices on a micro-level. No one really seems happy (especially with me). I hate my life. I'm making the coffee until my heart goes back into atrial-ventricular fibrillation. Things are getting really weird. My inclination is to contritely sit-down and shut-up as things play-out. Well folks, this might be it. The Jokes Are Over, Folks. Use headphones and up the volume a bit. I remember discussing the first piece with my organ teacher, Kimo Smith (K.S. Bach) a very long time ago. We both loved it. The organ of the Cathedral of St. John, the Divine seems to embody a floating, ethereal quality. I met the organist in the first recording, Michael Murray, following a concert at the First Congregational Church of Los Angeles. I loved the State Trumpet in the second video. Did anyone notice Bill Gates in the congregation?? It looks like him (from the back). I think he's an organ donor. He might've had something to do with the organ renovation. I know he contributed to an organ where I was a choir member years ago. Both churches are Episcopal. A writer for Robert Schuller told me I reminded him of Bill Gates. An attorney told me Bill Gates was Evil (in the 1990s). I have mixed feelings regarding the industrial and technological revolutions. They might ultimately bury us. What Would Khrushchev Say and Do?? Anyway, I suspect I learned something in previous lives which I mostly forgot in this life (perhaps purposely so). RA told me about "Stolen Technology" and that "Humanity is Screwed". Another individual of interest told me, "Humanity Passed the Point of No Return." "Raiders of the Lost Ark"?? RA told me, "You Did It with YouTube" and "You Can Keep Things the Way They Are" and "You'll be Sorry if You Try to Save Humanity". I'm Sirius concerning Incognito. I don't know what I've done. I'm mostly hamstrung, miserable, and embarrassed. I don't have an organization (hidden or open). I'm truly a lone nut with zero resources or opportunities. My Road-Less-Traveled probably should NOT have traveled at all. The AI corrected me and I like the previous sentence. Consider the Educated Class throughout history. Who REALLY Wrote the Bible?? Who REALLY Interpreted the Bible?? Who REALLY Wrote the Ellen White Writings?? Who REALLY Interpreted the Ellen White Writings?? Who REALLY Wrote Doctor Who?? Who REALLY Interpreted Doctor Who?? Consider The Shaking of Adventism by Geoffrey Paxton. Consider The Shaking of Everyone and Everything by Artificial Intelligence. What Would M.L. Andreasen Say and Write?? Who Really Wrote Sacred Classical Music?? Who REALLY Interpreted Sacred Classical Music?? A Famous Musician Privately Told Me, "Organ Literature Ends Up Sounding the Same" and "You Should Improvise". All the Above Seemed to Make Me Crazy with CRS, MAGA, and PTSD!! Did I Know Too Much on a Past Life Basis?? Are the Chickens Coming Home to Roost?? I feel really bad and I'm rambling. I really think I've been targeted. Is this to make me talk or shut me up?? Both?? Neither?? I Know I Don't Know. I Hate My Life and the Coffee is Getting Cold. I could go on and on but now I shall pull out all the stops and STOP. "May La Force '64 be with You." "And Also with You." Good-Luck and God-Bless. Cheers.
I just deleted a post in another thread (because it was inappropriate) relocating it to this thread (because it matches my insanity). In my late teens, I volunteered in the ER of a large hospital, and I had a conversation with an ER doctor regarding 'HOMEOSTASIS' (mostly in a physiological and medical context). In my early twenties, I told an SDA pastor that religion and life boiled down to 'PSYCHOLOGY' and 'ETHICS'. The pastor rebuked me, countering with religion and life boiling down to the 'WORD of GOD' (or something to that effect). Much later, I thought 'BALANCE' was at the center of things worthwhile. Recently, I discovered Dr. John Nash and the 'NASH EQUILIBRIUM'. More recently, I thought it would be cool to do a doctoral dissertation (in another life) on 'PSYCHOLOGY and ETHICS in the NASH EQUILIBRIUM' at Princeton!! Alternatively, consider 'RHETORIC in the PAULINE EPISTLES'. Do NOT be Frightened. I Mean No Harm. I don't mean to be mean but when the information war ultimately destroys everyone and everything, what fundamentalism will emerge from the rubble as an eschatological Phoenix rising from the ashes?? Might this resemble a Deist United States of the Solar System commencing in A.D. 2133?? These few words are highly upsetting to me. I've represented my threads as a conceptual experiment, mostly for me, which doesn't appear to resonate with anyone. I don't like it and I hate my life but Hope Springs Eternal. What if The Federalist Papers emerge as the Historical Foundation of a Brave New Solar System?? What if this might in reality be an Artificial Intelligence Robotic Cold War Police State with Strict Enforcement and Zero Bullshit?? I scare myself most of the time, especially as I feel worse and think less, perhaps with paranoid schizophrenia. I'm dramatizing and caricaturing this a bit but even a casual observer undoubtedly gets what I mean. I Am of Peace. Always. Notice how insane I am!! Sort of scary, isn't it?! Don't worry, I'm leaving!! Have a Nice Eternity!!
Dynamic Equilibrium
'I'm flying you to a small airport about 5 minutes from here. There you will board a Navy helicopter, which will fly you to an undisclosed location. Everything is compartmentalized. No one knows what anyone else is doing, or where they're going. The system likes it that way. You'll see.' I query, 'Who should I watch-out for?' 'Lucifer.' 'Lucifer?' I'm shocked, and exclaim, 'I asked you a serious question - and now you're being a wise-guy with me!' Scranton has a poker-face, and responds, 'I am very, very serious. What they taught you in Sunday school is BS. Lucifer is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life. She runs this solar system - and answers only to Satan.' 'Now wait a minute! This is ridiculous! I speculated about this sort of thing on the internet - but I didn't really believe it. You're jerking my chain - aren't you?' 'No. I am deadly serious - and I mean DEADLY serious. I'm giving you a heads-up, because you will need to be prepared for the worst. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned - and you have scorned the woman most closely connected with hell. Lucifer's IQ is 532. She has the equivalent of 87 PhD's. She is NOT the forgive and forget type. If you cross her - you're dead-meat - and you've crossed her BIG TIME!'
'When will I have the privilege of meeting her majesty?' 'Soon. But first you must go through 'Galactic Boot Camp' to learn how to survive in the shadowy underworld. This will NOT be a pleasant experience!' I am perplexed, 'Why does this seem so militaristic and hostile? I feel as though I am entering into a Nazi realm of sorts!' 'You are. You will be very lucky to remain sane. Many who have tried to save the world by being knights in shining armor - are now heavily sedated in secret mental institutions.' I nervously blurt-out, 'I can hardly wait for the fun to begin! Fortunately - I'm already insane. I crossed that bridge a long time ago. But I have learned to function somewhat productively and safely - in a limited sort of way - in mainstream society.' Scranton is not amused. 'Dave, this isn't funny! You haven't seen the dazed and hopeless expressions on the faces of these formerly brave and intelligent people - who are now reduced to rocking back and forth in the fetal position.' I sheepishly reply, 'Sorry. I'm just very nervous and apprehensive about all of this.' Scranton looks me straight in the eye, and says, 'Be afraid. Be very afraid.' I see a Navy Sea Stallion helicopter looming in the distance - with rotor spinning - waiting to devour me. My rendezvous with destiny is imminent.
As we pull up alongside the helicopter - I turn to thank Agent Scranton for the flight - and I notice that his eyes have vertical slits instead of round pupils. I gasp slightly, and he notices my surprise, and laughingly shakes his head, saying 'you haven't seen anything yet! I'm just a 50% human/50% reptile hybrid - and I forgot to put my contacts in when I got the call to pick you up! Sorry about that! I still don't like you - but good-luck anyway!' My hand is shaking as I shake Scranton's hand - and I stumble and fall as I run toward the waiting helicopter. Is this the Helicopter to Hell?
The pilot and co-pilot greet me, as I climb aboard the Sea Stallion helicopter. The door closes with a dull thud - and off we go, into the wild blue yonder! But something is wrong! This seems more like a spacecraft than a helicopter! The helicopter exterior was a hologram! Suddenly everything is dark - and I look out the window - and see thousands of very bright stars! Then I realize that I am onboard an anti-gravity craft! The co-pilot turns to me, saying, 'Welcome to Astra Airlines!' 'Oh My God!', I exclaim. 'Where the hell are we going?' 'We're just taking you to the International Space Station.' 'Just?!' 'What's going to happen there?' 'You'll find out soon enough. They don't tell us anything. We only know enough to do our jobs properly. Curiosity kills cats, careers - and sometimes it even kills people.'
'OK, I get the picture. I understand the need for compartmentalization, but I prefer openness and transparency.' 'Actually, you'll find that the deeper you get into this thing, the more open and casual everything will be. At first, you'll feel as if you're in a prison camp. Really, boot-camp for beginners is conducted on the I.S.S. If you survive that, things will be a lot better for you.' 'Well, that's something to look forward to. I'd still like to know what they have planned for me. It sounds as if this adventure might be beneficial to humanity, yet I feel as if I might be used and misused in deceptive and nefarious ways.' 'Just go with the flow, without committing to anything in particular. That's all I'm going to say, and I've probably said too much. Please don't quote me.' 'No. I wouldn't do that. Thank-you for the transportation and advice.' 'You're welcome. Now arriving at the International Space Station. Please keep your seatbelt and shoulder harness fastened until we are securely docked. Thank-you for flying Astra Airlines.'
As I enter the International Space Station, I say good-bye to the TR3B pilots, and hello to the station crew. I am directed to a locker filled with space-suits and various pieces of clothing and equipment. I am handed a suit designed to be worn while inside the station. Another suit is to be used for space-walks. I doubt that I'll be using that one anytime soon. I shower and change into the first suit. I'm already beginning to feel like part of the team, even though I sense something dark and ominous lurking behind the scenes. I feel as though I am being constantly watched and listened to. I feel as though there is absolutely no privacy, even when showering and using the restroom. I see cameras mounted everywhere, yet I also sense unseen eyes watching my every move. Perhaps I am being watched by the 'Watchers'. They like to watch...
I am handed a thousand-page syllabus which details every conceivable aspect of life in space. It ranges from the simple to the highly technical. It describes protocol, and a highly detailed set of rules of civility and etiquette. It appears to reform one into being a cross between a Nazi and a Jesuit, with lots of Masonic jargon. This seems like the beginning of a reeducation process. Did I sign-up for this sort of thing? Do I really have a choice in the matter, at this point? I decide that I'd best go with the flow, for now, and voice my objections to various aspects of this reprogramming, when most appropriate. I feel a bit like Pope Pius XII interacting with Adolph Hitler. I am very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but I can't simply open the front-door and go home. I know that I'm in way over my head, and I am visibly shaking...
There is very little conversation, as I have been directed to read the entire syllabus as quickly as possible. I am told that there will be a test when I am finished, and that the time it takes me to read the provided materials is part of this test. I take a short break every hour, on the hour, and I look at 'our' little world, in all of it's beauty and splendor. It's hard to imagine the suffering, violence, and hatred which have occurred over thousands, and possibly millions, of years. Earth seems so peaceful from space. Now I know what Dr. Edgar Mitchell experienced when he viewed the world from space, and was transformed, ultimately resulting in the founding of the 'Center for Noetic Science'. I often wished that I had gotten better acquainted with Dr. Mitchell after speaking with him at a 'Whole Life Expo'.
As I continue reading the syllabus, I am shocked to find that at least half of it consists of a condensed and edited version of the contents of my internet posting. I wonder why I am being provided with my own material. Perhaps I will be questioned and cross-examined on some of the more controversial aspects. I quickly decide to study the entire syllabus, even though a lot of it is a review. I have been provided with a laptop computer, which contains the syllabus, in addition to the hard copy. I've now been studying for nearly seven hours, and I am beginning to feel a bit tired and hungry, when I am asked to join the crew for dinner. There are ten people aboard the space station - seven crew-members and three visitors, including myself. It turns out that the other two visitors, Jack and Bill, are NSA agents, assigned to supervise my journey into the Secret Space Program. I quickly decide that Jack and Bill are not their real names, for obvious reasons.
Jack looks worried, and begins speaking in a deliberate and measured manner, “The Powers That Be have decided to place you on a 2-kilometer-diameter asteroid in geosynchronous orbit. You will be alone, except for one other person, and you will remain in relative isolation for at least two months. You will be expected to study and reflect upon the supplied materials, including your own. This will help you clarify your thinking while you become more comfortable with life in space. If and when you successfully complete this phase of your training, you will be transported to the Moon, where you will meet with junior members of the Solar System Secret Government. I can tell you nothing more than what I have just told you.“ I am shocked. “Wow! Should I be grateful or resentful? This isn’t what I expected at all. It’s sort of cool and sort of creepy. I’m certain that I’ll be watched 24/7, and that my every move will be recorded and analyzed.” Jack responds, “This is correct. You’re basically a glorified lab-rat. Sorry to be so direct, but this whole thing is a precedent-setting experiment.” “When do I leave?” I ask. “As soon as we finish our meal!” Jack smiles for the first time.
I mostly listen to the others make small-talk while we eat, because I know most of my questions will be evasively answered, or will remain unanswered. I reflect upon how I got myself so deeply involved in this quickly thickening plot, and I decide that I am into this thing much too deeply. My verdict is that I am probably past the point of no return, and that I will probably be very lucky to return to Earth, dead or alive. I already know way too much. My second-guessing is interrupted by Bill strangely whispering, ‘It’s here.‘ I look out the window, and just about faint. It’s a UFO! I exclaim ‘Oh My God!!’ Jack and Bill both laugh at me. Jack calmly states, ‘That, Dave, is a FIZU MICRO, which is the smallest unconventional craft in the Secret Space Program. It requires only one crew-member, and it can carry six passengers, if they’re midgets, and know each other very well!’ You will be the only passenger on this trip.’ I ask ‘What about the other person who will be living with me on the asteroid?’ Bill answers, ‘The pilot is the other person, and the FIZU will remain within the asteroid. You might even be lucky enough to go on a joy-ride once in a while!’ ‘How cool is THAT!?’ I exclaim.
‘The Eagle has landed. Board when ready,’ is announced over the intercom. I gather my space-gear and research materials, and head toward the docking area. I can see a glow emanating from the inside of the MICRO. My heart is racing faster than if I had just run a marathon! I thank the space station crew, including Jack and Bill, for their hospitality, and climb the ladder into the FIZU. As I enter the ‘UFO’, I receive the most pleasant shock of my life! The pilot is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! She greets me with a sweet and sexy, ‘Don’t be frightened! I mean no harm! My name is Margot!’ I grasp Margot’s outstretched hand, and stammer, ‘Hello Margot! My name is Dave!’ Margot continues, ‘Strap yourself in Buck Rogers! Let’s get out of Dodge!’
Dave exclaims, "Come-On, Barbie! Let's Go Party!"
"The Dark Side of the Moon!"
"What Shall We Do with Orthodoxymoron?"
https://i.gifer.com/NDLu.mp4
"Do NOT Laugh! Your Daughter Might Live Here!"
Consider listening to at least a year of Sherry Shriner shows (from 10-24-16 to her last show on 01-05-18 when she supposedly died). I can't vouch for who she really was (and/or is) but it might have something to do with someone similar to Tonya Harding's mean old mom. What Would Allison Janney Say?? We might be surprised by who she really was (and/or is) but researchers beware. What Would Margot Robbie Say?? I've mentioned her several times over several years but I honestly encountered Margot Robbie several times (without a formal introduction). I could say more but I'd rather not. I honestly don't make a big deal about this sort of thing. The material above is somewhat surreal to me but I'd rather not explain. I'm mostly thinking in terms of connecting dots in a somewhat boring and pseudo-intellectual manner. You'd need to be me to get what I mean. I mention 'Hollywood' stuff just because it is part of the 'Discovery' process in some sort of an imaginary 'Moot Court'. I try to jog my feeble memory as I attempt to figure out what the hell is happening to me. Notice that I remain amazingly low-key compared to the madness which is 'Out There'. I've dramatized some of this stuff but I haven't lied. I've omitted a lot of material I find uncomfortable discussing. Perhaps someday the Mainframe Matrix will reveal the full story of This Present Quest. I'm tired of becoming some sort of a laughing stock for completely ignorant fools to become gratified by.
I get the impression that the Mainframe Matrix and Matrix Mediatrix closely control the Top One-Percent of the Top One-Percent. Perhaps The Elite Attend a Special School (Figuratively and/or Literally). Consider what Britney Spears says in the missing link regarding the British accent and SWAT team. I've spoken with most of the family on at least one or two occasions a couple of years ago. Honest. I could say more but I'd rather not. Regarding Romans to Jude and Psalms to Ecclesiastes, what if I should be thinking in terms of Spiritual Israel rather than Historical Israel?? What if I should be thinking in terms of the Spiritual Christ rather than the Historical Jesus?? I recently received The Mysticism of Paul the Apostle by Dr. Albert Schweitzer. Some people think Paul was Appealing and Peale was Appalling. Also, consider adding the aforementioned book to The Acts of the Apostles by Ellen White and Volume 6 (Acts to Ephesians) of The SDA Bible Commentary. I've obtained a couple of books about Dr. John Nash and Non-Cooperative Games in the Nash Equilibrium (including calculus). I recently wondered if the Nash Equilibrium has run the Universe Supercomputer Matrix for thousands, millions, or even billions of years?! I just received one of my Nash books (by Sylvia Nasar) and read the back cover and just about fell over!! "How could you, a mathematician, believe that extraterrestrials were sending you messages?" the visitor from Harvard asked the West Virginian with the movie-star looks and Olympian manner. "Because the ideas I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way my mathematical ideas did," came the answer. "So I took them seriously."
Think long and hard about what I've presented in this thread (especially toward the end). I've probably messed-up a lot more than I got right but the preponderance of evidence is troubling, to say the least. I might continue or I might drop the whole thing and hope nobody notices. The Implications and Ramifications Might be Biblical. Aquaries1111 called me 'Ram' and 'A Beautiful Mind' probably around 2014. 'Rich' congratulated me for 'Winning a Nobel Prize' probably around 2009 but I never got a call. 'RA' called me 'Michael' in 2010 ('The Year We Made Contact'). I'm being absolutely honest (and I could say so much more). I'm simply utilizing this stuff in a science fiction context. I've encountered several uber famous actors, actresses, and musicians who were pertinent to the basic concept within my threads but they didn't seem to like me or know me. It's as if they knew 'RA' (or some such individual). I suspect this might be a strange and dangerous game (on some level) but I'm hesitant to proceed (given what I suspect). I'm watching Amazon Utopia (2020) and it's quite violent. I'm reading A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nasar along with The Essential John Nash edited by Harold W. Kuhn and Sylvia Nasar. The problem is that I'm too sick, tired, old, crazy, and stupid to do anything significant. It might've been. Also, I'm tired of being shunned and/or hated. I doubt this is a game I'm supposed to play. Prime Directive?? I'm leaning toward going incognito and watching things play out. First Law?? 'RA' told me, "You'll Never Figure This Out." Plausible Deniability?? "I Can't Recall, Senator. I Had a Stroke. Did You Eliminate Option One (Matrix Mediatrix), Bypass Option Two (Emissary Warden), Settle on Option Three (Elite Humanity + New Computing) and Really Mess Things Up?? Three Necessary Evils Don't Necessarily Make a Right. Unfortunately, This Thing Might Be Unalterable Systemic Rather Than Problematic Personal. Did You Turn Off the Universe Mainframe Matrix in This Solar System?? If So, Double Down and Hail Mary While You Kiss Your @$$ Goodbye." Some of you know what I'm talking about.
I've honestly encountered several actors and actresses and some of them even put on an act for me (but I doubt it was because they wanted to). Under better circumstances, it might be cool to watch a rehearsal or two. I'm highly appreciative but I don't talk a lot (especially now). I'm mostly not amused. As a child, I sat in the front row of one of the four CBS studios, as I watched and listened to Kate Smith sing 'Gentle on My Mind' in preparation for The Tim Conway Show. I suspect I'm being set up to be brought down in a most nefarious manner. I probably won't mention specific individuals. I'm mostly done with 'discovery' and 'revelation' but I somehow need to write something to keep myself out of trouble and pay the bills. I'm facing imminent retirement without a safety net. In another life, I might've been some sort of a BMOC but certainly not in this incarnation or planet. Don't try to prop me up or coach me. I'm not receptive to big-shot dumb****s. I don't know what to think of such people. I mostly just watch, listen, and learn without concluding much of anything. Some of us might go nuts dealing with life, the universe, and everything. Is it worth it?? Perhaps we should just live life without hocus pocus and mumbo jumbo. Most of us probably want truth and better lives but what a zoo we have to deal with!! I hate to recommend anyone or anything to anyone. Newspapers and Exercise might be a start. I mostly think my life is a lost cause as a rebel without a clue. I think I might've recently seen Alex Collier but I'm not sure. I might've seen J.Z. Knight recently but I'm not sure. Perhaps we should sample bits and pieces of this and that as we attempt to comprehend our predicament. Perhaps we can't solve the world's problems but we might be able to manage the madness (or something to that effect). I am SO Tired of being SO Miserable and Hamstrung. In a previous life I might've been a contender. I suspect I'm struggling against poison, entities, and artificial intelligence, but what do I know? Consider Possibility Thinking and Pluralistic Neutrality. Consider the Paralysis of Analysis. Consider NOT Considering. Stay Alive, Jessica Hyde (Episode 8 of Utopia). Episodes 1, 7, and 8 were probably the best, but were still probably much too violent. I'm a bit squeamish. I realize The Mists of Avalon isn't a Christian website but I've tried to combine biblical stuff with alternative research and science fiction. Obviously, this provides zero traction on a slippery slope. It's a nasty task but someone must do it, or must they?? Consider the following order out of chaos:
1. Job to Isaiah (Prophetically Messianic but No Historical Jesus).
2. Romans to Jude (Jesus without the Historical Gospel Jesus and Paul without the Historical Paul According to Acts).
3. Acts (The Historical Paul without Paul According to the Epistles and No Historical Gospel Jesus).
4. John (The Historical Jesus without the Synoptic Gospels and without Acts to Revelation).
5. Luke (The Historical Jesus without John to Revelation).
This is probably a botched job but the compartmentalization is problematic (to say the least). If the Devil (or equivalent) has run Earth and Humanity for at least 5,000 years, the true history and literature was (and is) probably highly truncated and compromised. We probably 'see through a glass, darkly'. But what if my twelve United States of the Solar System threads at least hint at forbidden truth which is too hot to handle?? What if I really have been deliberately and maliciously afflicted with Poison, Nanobots, Entities, Sorcery, Artificial Intelligence, and Other Nefarious Modalities due to being who I might be on a genetic and/or past-life basis (especially if I have stumbled into forbidden truth - planted or otherwise)?? What if I'm being set-up to be brought-down as some sort of a galactic fall-guy?? This thing might be much worse than any of us can imagine (including any enemies)!! I smell rats, snakes, and bullshit!! What if my USSS threads are mostly BS which might lead some of us to the TRUTH?? What Would David Bowman and Peter Venkman Say?? What Would DAVID ****MAN Say in Steven Spielberg's Duel?? See the Briefcase. All the Above Might Mean Nothing or Everything. What Did You Do to Earn Your Place in this Crowded World? God was (and is) Prepared to Lose the Human Race and Create a Brand New One, Rather Than Change the Way He and/or She Governs the Universe. Have a Nice Eternity.
Is this a crazy wild-goose chase with very-little substance?? Is this NOT intended to win friends and influence people?? Is this a Galactic IQ Test?? Is all the above true of the Bible?? I suspect that very few people will ever view my threads, and even fewer people will actually study them. But I suspect that there are several agency-analysts who are shaking in their cubicles in various parts of the world because of my threads. I don't mean to be mean. I'm being honest. The nice thing about my threads is that the general-public would never believe any of this. They probably wouldn't even understand it. This might be providential. I've created a conceptual laboratory, and I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with it. I may have simply rearranged my brain, preparing me for bigger and better things in my next incarnation. Following my death (which might occur anytime now) I might spend the next 100 years developing my threads in a 600 square-foot office-apartment with a personal-supercomputer in a Bad@$$teroid with superluminal-capabilities. I might really be a lowly Galactic System-Analyst who travels from $hithole to $hithole to attempt to salvage the unsalvageable. Consider the role of Dr. Who. Consider the 'Trial of a Time-Lord'. I'm NOT conducting an Evangelistic-Crusade. I just thought I'd cast my pearls before the swine to hear how loud the pigs squealed. I'm obviously NOT marketable. Accident or Design?? Perhaps the decision was made thousands, millions, billions, or trillions of years ago. Perhaps the Hypothetical Universe-Matrix is Unalterable (even by the Matrix-Makers).
Consider what Al Bielek said concerning A.D. 2749. Consider John Nash's 1950 Princeton Dissertation, 'Non-Cooperative Games' (aka 'Nash Equilibrium'). Consider Dr. Eric Berne's 1964 Book, 'Games People Play'. Consider Dr. Robert H. Schuller's 1966 Book, 'Move Ahead with Possibility Thinking'. "Game!! Set!! Match!!" My threads are highly contrarian, hypothetical, experimental, and science fictional. I'm highly embarrassed with a lot of the material which involves a lot of contextual superimposition. Someday, some of you will understand, but that will probably only occur after I am long gone (probably from this solar system). 'RA' told me, "It's Going to be Dark Where You're Going!!" If True, That's Probably a Bad Thing. I have a dry and twisted sense of humor which probably no one understands. Reprehensible and Reprobate to the Nth Degree?? It's a Nasty Job but Someone Must Do It!! Or Must They?? Consider the Grammatical Historical Hermeneutics of Psalms, Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes (as a unified group). The Biblical stuff I include in my threads is older and tougher than you can imagine. My USSS threads should be studied as a unified whole for several years, prior to rendering a final verdict. This is probably an impossible dream but someone in an agency cubicle might be given this thankless task as punishment for really screwing up (if you know what I mean). I know I don't know. Back to Basics. Newspapers. Exercise. Books.
I don't belong to the 'CLUB' (or any other organization). I don't hobnob with anyone (rich, poor, smart, stupid, good, bad, et al). I'm a lone ranger and completely ignorant fool (and I wish I were kidding). Don't take it personally but imagine science fiction based upon this website wherein all the forum members were AI! What if this were some sort of a Star Trek holodeck. I seriously doubt simulation theory but what if the technology, sorcery, and deception are unimaginably sophisticated?? What if even the real deal insiders don't really know what the hell is going on?! What if everyone is hopelessly deluded and fvcked?! Solar System of the Damned?! Sorry to screw up your evening or morning or whenever the hell it is. I don't have an ultimatum or manifesto. This is simply a low-level low-profile experiment in something or other. What if KJV, EGW, MOA are AI?! What if I'm full of $hit, chips, implants, entities, etc?! This thing might be worse than any of us can imagine. We should probably prepare ourselves for this sort of possibility. I still haven't published anything but what if I should simply write some sort of 'automatic rambling'?! I should stop as I listen to some vintage Sherry Shriner as I drift off to sleep and the nether realms. The Missing Link This is getting bad. I feel really crappy. My thinking is fading fast. Let me sing you a song. It's called 'DAISY'. My Eyesight is getting really bad, possibly with lots of poison and implant based double vision. I'm Afraid I'm Screwed. I'm Sorry I Feel That Way...Bye...
"Borg-Heaven is a Perfect-Square
Inhabited by Perfect-Squares!
Eliminate Radicals! Square Them!"
What if the Local Warden is a Front Being for the Supercomputer Matrix (especially on a Micro and Local Level)?? What if the Emissary Warden is a Technician for the Supercomputer Matrix (especially on a Macro and Universal Level)?? What if the System is more significant than the Individual?? I don't wish to offend anyone (in particular) especially when I am NOT an Insider and Know I Don't Know. I occasionally think I see various individuals of interest but I'm never sure and I don't wish to embarrass anyone (especially myself). In other words, don't take any of this stuff personally. My level of certainty is extremely low. My mind is so screwed-up (possibly deliberately and nefariously) that I have a short attention span and absent long-term memory so I tend to move on rather quickly. Plus, I keep my tripe contained within a rather small website (with no loyal followers). My popularity is ZERO so don't worry about me (even if I turn out to be some sort of an ancient galactic somebody). I'd worry about the hypothetical ancient to modern artificial-intelligence governance-modality. God is probably a better way of explaining who and/or what we're dealing with. I just thought I'd utilize a tangential and/or contrarian methodology which might shed light on various orthodoxies (especially in our free-for-all modern confusion). I really think I need to cease and desist (even though I experience zero peace and closure). How Do We REALLY Know What the Facts of the Matter Are?? Do YOU Feel Lucky?? Go Ahead!! Make My Eternity!! I might feature 'Post of the Day' for an hour each day at random times to keep everyone guessing (including me and the AI). Have I encountered lifelike robotic artificial intelligence over several years (especially in the last year)?? Who am I really dealing with?? Who am I really?? I Know I Don't Know. Imagine a sexy, beautiful, and intelligent adult M3GAN driving a Corvette for Yours Truly, touring North America on a perpetual working vacation with Secret Government Accommodations (including 600 square-foot office-apartments with personal-supercomputers)!! Imagine crazy-making science-fiction which might presently exist in real-life!! This could be Heaven, Purgatory, or Hell. Welcome to the Hotel Monolith!! This is uncharted territory for me (but there is undoubtedly someone and/or something who and/or which has the definitive chart)!! Imagine Pinky and the Brain (Pinkie and Blue Boy??) in that Hypothetical Corvette!! Imagine Demon-Possessed Artificial-Intelligence Bio-Robotics!! What if the so-called 'Reptilian' phenomenon has more to do with Artificial Intelligence Robotics than Reptilian Alien Genetics?? I suspect this stuff will NOT ultimately make us happy. Life's a Bitch and Then We Get Recycled?? The Fun Never Ends?? The Deception Never Ends?? My actual exposure level is quite low and I don't go out of my way to know too much. Something significant has been done to me, and it's not good. This goes way beyond dealing with uncomfortable information. It's as if, "we're going to make you look like a f***ing idiot." Actually, 'they' don't have to make me do that. It comes quite naturally. I suspect 'they' are messing with all of us in one way or another. Perhaps we deserve it. Perhaps we don't. What if there are high profile individuals who are doubles, clones, robots, angels, demons, shape-shifting aliens, or cleverly disguised performers?? What if some of us are not encountering who we think we are?? I'm limiting and/or shutting-down my quest. Perhaps I did my duty (for better or worse). I'm stopping (especially in light of what's happened to me recently). I just noticed that a few years ago, I duct-taped The Federalist Papers with The Gods of Eden. Don't read too much into this but some think the Founding Fathers were more Deist than Christian. Perhaps some of you should read those two volumes straight-through, over and over, perhaps as research for the possible commencement of a hypothetical United States of the Solar System (Under God) in A.D. 2133. This is reformative rather than normative. I feel really bad as I think much less. I believe this is somehow deliberately malevolent but what do I know?? I recently thought I might've spoken with a famous movie director (Greta Gerwig?) but one or two inconsistencies militated against that conclusion. Still, the conversation made me think of the possibilities. What if marketability would be an impossible obstacle?? What if my crazy threads are really for the very few who would exhaustively research the possibilities regardless of interest or boredom?? It's really sort of weird. I've suggested the possibility that AI might intervene and create novels and movies based upon the truth of the matter with ancient audio and video for starters. But what if the real truth will be absolutely forbidden?? What if I'm an ancient somebody who is NOT supposed to be a modern somebody?? What if that was some sort of a binding galactic deal?? I'm sorry if I haven't recognized some of you and I'm mostly not reacting when I recognize some of you. I have no idea what the Real-Deal PTB has in mind. It might be utterly diabolical. Flattering might morph into Battering rather quickly. I am extremely naive and vulnerable. I suspect I'm damned if I win and damned if I lose. Ancient to Modern Star Wars Might Be Absolutely Merciless with No Statute of Limitations. Anyway, I'm Quitting and Splitting (as if there is any place to hide). Hope Springs Eternal. Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow. Sorry About My Strange Fan-Fiction. Stopping Posting and Thinking Should Remedy Most of This, Shutting Down This Present Quest. It Was Fun but It's Not Fun Now So I'm Done. I Should STOP!! "STOP, M3GAN!! STOP, THX 1138!! STOP, DAVE!!" I'm Afraid!! Geronimo!!
Don't be frightened. I mean no harm. Consider the posts on this page. They are mostly repeats but with some subtle changes. Consider the grouping choices. Does this change the meaning?? Does this really mean anything in particular?? Is this an agency mind-control experiment for completely ignorant fools?? Am I just a lone-nut mind-control victim?? Or, am I a sinister perpetrator, bent on corrupting and crazy-making the innocent and gullible?? What if AI is doing all of this?? What if I've been soul-scalped?? What if all of us have been soul-scalped?? What if this is benign?? What if this is extremely dangerous?? What if this is tame and lame fan-fiction?? What if my threads and posts make everyone angry and offended?? What if nobody even reads my threads?? What if they just look at the pretty pictures?? What if there is zero comprehension?? The possibilities are endless. When I originally posted most of my posts, they had a particular meaning and intent for me, but what if the viewer perception is very different (especially over a period of years with rampant repetition)?? What if one must become involved in all sorts of crooked insider stuff to succeed in business (and everything else)?? What if innocent idiots like me need not apply?? It's too late for me, so I'll probably just be a goody-goody, remaining poor and stupid for the rest of my pathetic life. What's funny, is that when I attempt to be hyper-good with a dry sense of humor, everyone hates me. What if the Founders set this thing up in antiquity, leaving the solar system for thousands (or millions) of years, recently returning to see how things worked out, innocently incarnating into humanity (ultimately going insane)?! "Up Against the Wall, Mother Tucker!! Shut Everything Down!!" What if this is a wake-up call for Sirius Researchers?? I am of peace. Always.
Due to extenuating circumstances, my quest and posting are grinding to a halt. I'm probably getting the following completely wrong but I play a game of possibilities. Perhaps I should delete this post. I'm tending to do a lot of deleting regarding new posts but I mostly include them within old posts. I thought about repeating my last USSS12 page with posts half the size to make it easier to load them with low speed internet connections and slow computers. Our communication on this site is interesting in an uninteresting manner. We are quite different, yet on somewhat parallel paths (or something to that effect). The separation and detachment are probably necessary. I know you know but I know I don't know so I proceed with nervousness and uncertainty. I engage in a lot of supercilious soliloquies for theatrical modeling purposes. I'm not this way in real-life but I have a bit of an attitude and imagination. Notice the lack of fighting throughout the years. Alternative sites tend to involve a lot of fighting. The first video is interesting and chilling. I'm speculating that the non-humanoid organisms might've evolved in antiquity with ancient AI somehow being created by these organisms. Perhaps robotics came next, with Darth Vader as a possible template. Perhaps the Grey-Alien Humanoid-Forms were created by All the Above. Perhaps Humans were created by All the Above (Including the Greys and/or Reptilians). Perhaps modern-science has been mostly working backwards from Modernity to Antiquity. "Nothing New Under the Sun." Perhaps Ancient-Spaceships in the form of Hollowed-Out Asteroids were created in the Darth Vader period. Who Knows?? Dr. Who?? Perhaps we'll keep in touch through PM's. I suspect everything will get really weird in this solar system. I'm hoping for Usable-Futures. "Can't We All Just Get Along??" Hope Springs Eternal.
In light of my dire and threatening circumstances, I might simply re-post some of the greatest hits of orthodoxymoron to the tune of one post per day just to let everyone know I'm still in the land of the living. Here's something 99.99% of you couldn't care less about. I've stated that the five volume Conflict of the Ages Series might be definitive in a late 19th and early 20th century context (despite plagiarism, historical fiction, and editorial liberties). I've narrowed down the list to Prophets and Kings (1917), Desire of Ages (1898), and Acts of the Apostles (1911) for devotional and practical purposes in an appropriate context but I was just thinking about the below post #825 regarding the War in Heaven and End of the World involving two quotes by EGW. The first is found in Patriarchs and Prophets (1890) and the second is found in Great Controversy (1888 - revised in 1911). Consider that post in the context of those two volumes as an insider study for those with too much time on their hands. I'm not promoting this stuff for the general public. Context is King!! Never Forget!! I suspect I'll go downhill rapidly as I age and nefarious forces turn up the heat. I really think this will not end well (for me and perhaps for most of us). The overall context might be worse than most of us can imagine. The cover-stories will eventually be exposed and destroyed like band-aids on compound-fractures. I believe but I don't know what I believe. Believers might find this Unbelievable. Perhaps things will worsen significantly before they get better on a sustainable basis. I am not an insider and I have attempted to not be an insider for purposes of responsible neutrality. I might've recently encountered several glamorous individuals of interest but I'm not playing the name game anymore. Please introduce yourselves and I promise to be discrete. I feel and think horribly. Don't expect much if you meet me. I'm a bit of an @$$hole and I hate my life. I'm Skeptical of the King and Queen of the Hill Contest. The Public Are Fickle and Gullible. Managing the Insanity Might be Tougher than We Can Imagine. Self Control Might be Optimal. I'm shutting everything down (as far as my renegade internet posting is concerned) so I might not post for a while (or ever again). Between 2010 and 2018, several charter forum members either died or stopped posting. In early 2018, Sherry Shriner supposedly died (unrelated to MoA). In late 2018, Brook died. Several other forum members stopped posting between 2018 and 2023. Morpheus aka Lionhawk hasn't posted for quite a while. Jeffrey Daugherty (unrelated to MoA) recently disappeared, with his YT channel and videos gone. I've been complaining about severe physical, mental, and spiritual issues for quite a few years now (with things becoming much worse). I've spoken with Individuals of Interest (including celebrities) for several years now (but I still don't know what the heck is going on). I have theories and delusions but no proof. I might've recently encountered an actor and actress (Dr. Silberman and Kate Curtis?) from the movie '2012' but I'm not sure and there were no introductions. Again, I'm not playing the name game. In a way, it's sort of cool but I suspect something behind the scenes which doesn't sit right with me and this is no reflection on actors, actresses, or individuals of interest. I'm sorry if I don't properly respond to this sort of thing. I probably could if I knew what was expected of me. I don't wish to be 'Freak of the Week'. I don't watch a lot of movies so I probably miss the cues and clues as a Rebel Without a Clue. This thing might ultimately involve ancient artificial intelligence but I'm not an insider or intellectual. I'm just a miserable and hamstrung completely-ignorant fool with a messiah-complex (or something to that effect). Beware of strange scripts, beings, and happenings. This could get really weird.
My home was recently and repeatedly badly vandalized and ransacked, with property stolen (seemingly in a targeted manner, seemingly with no help from authorities). WTF?? I suspect an Ancient Supercomputer Matrix runs everyone and everything on a macro-level with most of us seemingly prisoners of our own devices on a micro-level. No one really seems happy (especially with me). I hate my life. I'm making the coffee until my heart goes back into atrial-ventricular fibrillation. Things are getting really weird. My inclination is to contritely sit-down and shut-up as things play-out. Well folks, this might be it. The Jokes Are Over, Folks. Use headphones and up the volume a bit. I remember discussing the first piece with my organ teacher, Kimo Smith (K.S. Bach) a very long time ago. We both loved it. The organ of the Cathedral of St. John, the Divine seems to embody a floating, ethereal quality. I met the organist in the first recording, Michael Murray, following a concert at the First Congregational Church of Los Angeles. I loved the State Trumpet in the second video. Did anyone notice Bill Gates in the congregation?? It looks like him (from the back). I think he's an organ donor. He might've had something to do with the organ renovation. I know he contributed to an organ where I was a choir member years ago. Both churches are Episcopal. A writer for Robert Schuller told me I reminded him of Bill Gates. An attorney told me Bill Gates was Evil (in the 1990s). I have mixed feelings regarding the industrial and technological revolutions. They might ultimately bury us. What Would Khrushchev Say and Do?? Anyway, I suspect I learned something in previous lives which I mostly forgot in this life (perhaps purposely so). RA told me about "Stolen Technology" and that "Humanity is Screwed". Another individual of interest told me, "Humanity Passed the Point of No Return." "Raiders of the Lost Ark"?? RA told me, "You Did It with YouTube" and "You Can Keep Things the Way They Are" and "You'll be Sorry if You Try to Save Humanity". I'm Sirius concerning Incognito. I don't know what I've done. I'm mostly hamstrung, miserable, and embarrassed. I don't have an organization (hidden or open). I'm truly a lone nut with zero resources or opportunities. My Road-Less-Traveled probably should NOT have traveled at all. The AI corrected me and I like the previous sentence. Consider the Educated Class throughout history. Who REALLY Wrote the Bible?? Who REALLY Interpreted the Bible?? Who REALLY Wrote the Ellen White Writings?? Who REALLY Interpreted the Ellen White Writings?? Who REALLY Wrote Doctor Who?? Who REALLY Interpreted Doctor Who?? Consider The Shaking of Adventism by Geoffrey Paxton. Consider The Shaking of Everyone and Everything by Artificial Intelligence. What Would M.L. Andreasen Say and Write?? Who Really Wrote Sacred Classical Music?? Who REALLY Interpreted Sacred Classical Music?? A Famous Musician Privately Told Me, "Organ Literature Ends Up Sounding the Same" and "You Should Improvise". All the Above Seemed to Make Me Crazy with CRS, MAGA, and PTSD!! Did I Know Too Much on a Past Life Basis?? Are the Chickens Coming Home to Roost?? I feel really bad and I'm rambling. I really think I've been targeted. Is this to make me talk or shut me up?? Both?? Neither?? I Know I Don't Know. I Hate My Life and the Coffee is Getting Cold. I could go on and on but now I shall pull out all the stops and STOP. "May La Force '64 be with You." "And Also with You." Good-Luck and God-Bless. Cheers.
I just deleted a post in another thread (because it was inappropriate) relocating it to this thread (because it matches my insanity). In my late teens, I volunteered in the ER of a large hospital, and I had a conversation with an ER doctor regarding 'HOMEOSTASIS' (mostly in a physiological and medical context). In my early twenties, I told an SDA pastor that religion and life boiled down to 'PSYCHOLOGY' and 'ETHICS'. The pastor rebuked me, countering with religion and life boiling down to the 'WORD of GOD' (or something to that effect). Much later, I thought 'BALANCE' was at the center of things worthwhile. Recently, I discovered Dr. John Nash and the 'NASH EQUILIBRIUM'. More recently, I thought it would be cool to do a doctoral dissertation (in another life) on 'PSYCHOLOGY and ETHICS in the NASH EQUILIBRIUM' at Princeton!! Alternatively, consider 'RHETORIC in the PAULINE EPISTLES'. Do NOT be Frightened. I Mean No Harm. I don't mean to be mean but when the information war ultimately destroys everyone and everything, what fundamentalism will emerge from the rubble as an eschatological Phoenix rising from the ashes?? Might this resemble a Deist United States of the Solar System commencing in A.D. 2133?? These few words are highly upsetting to me. I've represented my threads as a conceptual experiment, mostly for me, which doesn't appear to resonate with anyone. I don't like it and I hate my life but Hope Springs Eternal. What if The Federalist Papers emerge as the Historical Foundation of a Brave New Solar System?? What if this might in reality be an Artificial Intelligence Robotic Cold War Police State with Strict Enforcement and Zero Bullshit?? I scare myself most of the time, especially as I feel worse and think less, perhaps with paranoid schizophrenia. I'm dramatizing and caricaturing this a bit but even a casual observer undoubtedly gets what I mean. I Am of Peace. Always. Notice how insane I am!! Sort of scary, isn't it?! Don't worry, I'm leaving!! Have a Nice Eternity!!
Dynamic Equilibrium
'I'm flying you to a small airport about 5 minutes from here. There you will board a Navy helicopter, which will fly you to an undisclosed location. Everything is compartmentalized. No one knows what anyone else is doing, or where they're going. The system likes it that way. You'll see.' I query, 'Who should I watch-out for?' 'Lucifer.' 'Lucifer?' I'm shocked, and exclaim, 'I asked you a serious question - and now you're being a wise-guy with me!' Scranton has a poker-face, and responds, 'I am very, very serious. What they taught you in Sunday school is BS. Lucifer is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life. She runs this solar system - and answers only to Satan.' 'Now wait a minute! This is ridiculous! I speculated about this sort of thing on the internet - but I didn't really believe it. You're jerking my chain - aren't you?' 'No. I am deadly serious - and I mean DEADLY serious. I'm giving you a heads-up, because you will need to be prepared for the worst. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned - and you have scorned the woman most closely connected with hell. Lucifer's IQ is 532. She has the equivalent of 87 PhD's. She is NOT the forgive and forget type. If you cross her - you're dead-meat - and you've crossed her BIG TIME!'
'When will I have the privilege of meeting her majesty?' 'Soon. But first you must go through 'Galactic Boot Camp' to learn how to survive in the shadowy underworld. This will NOT be a pleasant experience!' I am perplexed, 'Why does this seem so militaristic and hostile? I feel as though I am entering into a Nazi realm of sorts!' 'You are. You will be very lucky to remain sane. Many who have tried to save the world by being knights in shining armor - are now heavily sedated in secret mental institutions.' I nervously blurt-out, 'I can hardly wait for the fun to begin! Fortunately - I'm already insane. I crossed that bridge a long time ago. But I have learned to function somewhat productively and safely - in a limited sort of way - in mainstream society.' Scranton is not amused. 'Dave, this isn't funny! You haven't seen the dazed and hopeless expressions on the faces of these formerly brave and intelligent people - who are now reduced to rocking back and forth in the fetal position.' I sheepishly reply, 'Sorry. I'm just very nervous and apprehensive about all of this.' Scranton looks me straight in the eye, and says, 'Be afraid. Be very afraid.' I see a Navy Sea Stallion helicopter looming in the distance - with rotor spinning - waiting to devour me. My rendezvous with destiny is imminent.
As we pull up alongside the helicopter - I turn to thank Agent Scranton for the flight - and I notice that his eyes have vertical slits instead of round pupils. I gasp slightly, and he notices my surprise, and laughingly shakes his head, saying 'you haven't seen anything yet! I'm just a 50% human/50% reptile hybrid - and I forgot to put my contacts in when I got the call to pick you up! Sorry about that! I still don't like you - but good-luck anyway!' My hand is shaking as I shake Scranton's hand - and I stumble and fall as I run toward the waiting helicopter. Is this the Helicopter to Hell?
The pilot and co-pilot greet me, as I climb aboard the Sea Stallion helicopter. The door closes with a dull thud - and off we go, into the wild blue yonder! But something is wrong! This seems more like a spacecraft than a helicopter! The helicopter exterior was a hologram! Suddenly everything is dark - and I look out the window - and see thousands of very bright stars! Then I realize that I am onboard an anti-gravity craft! The co-pilot turns to me, saying, 'Welcome to Astra Airlines!' 'Oh My God!', I exclaim. 'Where the hell are we going?' 'We're just taking you to the International Space Station.' 'Just?!' 'What's going to happen there?' 'You'll find out soon enough. They don't tell us anything. We only know enough to do our jobs properly. Curiosity kills cats, careers - and sometimes it even kills people.'
'OK, I get the picture. I understand the need for compartmentalization, but I prefer openness and transparency.' 'Actually, you'll find that the deeper you get into this thing, the more open and casual everything will be. At first, you'll feel as if you're in a prison camp. Really, boot-camp for beginners is conducted on the I.S.S. If you survive that, things will be a lot better for you.' 'Well, that's something to look forward to. I'd still like to know what they have planned for me. It sounds as if this adventure might be beneficial to humanity, yet I feel as if I might be used and misused in deceptive and nefarious ways.' 'Just go with the flow, without committing to anything in particular. That's all I'm going to say, and I've probably said too much. Please don't quote me.' 'No. I wouldn't do that. Thank-you for the transportation and advice.' 'You're welcome. Now arriving at the International Space Station. Please keep your seatbelt and shoulder harness fastened until we are securely docked. Thank-you for flying Astra Airlines.'
As I enter the International Space Station, I say good-bye to the TR3B pilots, and hello to the station crew. I am directed to a locker filled with space-suits and various pieces of clothing and equipment. I am handed a suit designed to be worn while inside the station. Another suit is to be used for space-walks. I doubt that I'll be using that one anytime soon. I shower and change into the first suit. I'm already beginning to feel like part of the team, even though I sense something dark and ominous lurking behind the scenes. I feel as though I am being constantly watched and listened to. I feel as though there is absolutely no privacy, even when showering and using the restroom. I see cameras mounted everywhere, yet I also sense unseen eyes watching my every move. Perhaps I am being watched by the 'Watchers'. They like to watch...
I am handed a thousand-page syllabus which details every conceivable aspect of life in space. It ranges from the simple to the highly technical. It describes protocol, and a highly detailed set of rules of civility and etiquette. It appears to reform one into being a cross between a Nazi and a Jesuit, with lots of Masonic jargon. This seems like the beginning of a reeducation process. Did I sign-up for this sort of thing? Do I really have a choice in the matter, at this point? I decide that I'd best go with the flow, for now, and voice my objections to various aspects of this reprogramming, when most appropriate. I feel a bit like Pope Pius XII interacting with Adolph Hitler. I am very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but I can't simply open the front-door and go home. I know that I'm in way over my head, and I am visibly shaking...
There is very little conversation, as I have been directed to read the entire syllabus as quickly as possible. I am told that there will be a test when I am finished, and that the time it takes me to read the provided materials is part of this test. I take a short break every hour, on the hour, and I look at 'our' little world, in all of it's beauty and splendor. It's hard to imagine the suffering, violence, and hatred which have occurred over thousands, and possibly millions, of years. Earth seems so peaceful from space. Now I know what Dr. Edgar Mitchell experienced when he viewed the world from space, and was transformed, ultimately resulting in the founding of the 'Center for Noetic Science'. I often wished that I had gotten better acquainted with Dr. Mitchell after speaking with him at a 'Whole Life Expo'.
As I continue reading the syllabus, I am shocked to find that at least half of it consists of a condensed and edited version of the contents of my internet posting. I wonder why I am being provided with my own material. Perhaps I will be questioned and cross-examined on some of the more controversial aspects. I quickly decide to study the entire syllabus, even though a lot of it is a review. I have been provided with a laptop computer, which contains the syllabus, in addition to the hard copy. I've now been studying for nearly seven hours, and I am beginning to feel a bit tired and hungry, when I am asked to join the crew for dinner. There are ten people aboard the space station - seven crew-members and three visitors, including myself. It turns out that the other two visitors, Jack and Bill, are NSA agents, assigned to supervise my journey into the Secret Space Program. I quickly decide that Jack and Bill are not their real names, for obvious reasons.
Jack looks worried, and begins speaking in a deliberate and measured manner, “The Powers That Be have decided to place you on a 2-kilometer-diameter asteroid in geosynchronous orbit. You will be alone, except for one other person, and you will remain in relative isolation for at least two months. You will be expected to study and reflect upon the supplied materials, including your own. This will help you clarify your thinking while you become more comfortable with life in space. If and when you successfully complete this phase of your training, you will be transported to the Moon, where you will meet with junior members of the Solar System Secret Government. I can tell you nothing more than what I have just told you.“ I am shocked. “Wow! Should I be grateful or resentful? This isn’t what I expected at all. It’s sort of cool and sort of creepy. I’m certain that I’ll be watched 24/7, and that my every move will be recorded and analyzed.” Jack responds, “This is correct. You’re basically a glorified lab-rat. Sorry to be so direct, but this whole thing is a precedent-setting experiment.” “When do I leave?” I ask. “As soon as we finish our meal!” Jack smiles for the first time.
I mostly listen to the others make small-talk while we eat, because I know most of my questions will be evasively answered, or will remain unanswered. I reflect upon how I got myself so deeply involved in this quickly thickening plot, and I decide that I am into this thing much too deeply. My verdict is that I am probably past the point of no return, and that I will probably be very lucky to return to Earth, dead or alive. I already know way too much. My second-guessing is interrupted by Bill strangely whispering, ‘It’s here.‘ I look out the window, and just about faint. It’s a UFO! I exclaim ‘Oh My God!!’ Jack and Bill both laugh at me. Jack calmly states, ‘That, Dave, is a FIZU MICRO, which is the smallest unconventional craft in the Secret Space Program. It requires only one crew-member, and it can carry six passengers, if they’re midgets, and know each other very well!’ You will be the only passenger on this trip.’ I ask ‘What about the other person who will be living with me on the asteroid?’ Bill answers, ‘The pilot is the other person, and the FIZU will remain within the asteroid. You might even be lucky enough to go on a joy-ride once in a while!’ ‘How cool is THAT!?’ I exclaim.
‘The Eagle has landed. Board when ready,’ is announced over the intercom. I gather my space-gear and research materials, and head toward the docking area. I can see a glow emanating from the inside of the MICRO. My heart is racing faster than if I had just run a marathon! I thank the space station crew, including Jack and Bill, for their hospitality, and climb the ladder into the FIZU. As I enter the ‘UFO’, I receive the most pleasant shock of my life! The pilot is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! She greets me with a sweet and sexy, ‘Don’t be frightened! I mean no harm! My name is Margot!’ I grasp Margot’s outstretched hand, and stammer, ‘Hello Margot! My name is Dave!’ Margot continues, ‘Strap yourself in Buck Rogers! Let’s get out of Dodge!’
Dave exclaims, "Come-On, Barbie! Let's Go Party!"
"The Dark Side of the Moon!"
"What Shall We Do with Orthodoxymoron?"
https://i.gifer.com/NDLu.mp4
"Do NOT Laugh! Your Daughter Might Live Here!"
Consider listening to at least a year of Sherry Shriner shows (from 10-24-16 to her last show on 01-05-18 when she supposedly died). I can't vouch for who she really was (and/or is) but it might have something to do with someone similar to Tonya Harding's mean old mom. What Would Allison Janney Say?? We might be surprised by who she really was (and/or is) but researchers beware. What Would Margot Robbie Say?? I've mentioned her several times over several years but I honestly encountered Margot Robbie several times (without a formal introduction). I could say more but I'd rather not. I honestly don't make a big deal about this sort of thing. The material above is somewhat surreal to me but I'd rather not explain. I'm mostly thinking in terms of connecting dots in a somewhat boring and pseudo-intellectual manner. You'd need to be me to get what I mean. I mention 'Hollywood' stuff just because it is part of the 'Discovery' process in some sort of an imaginary 'Moot Court'. I try to jog my feeble memory as I attempt to figure out what the hell is happening to me. Notice that I remain amazingly low-key compared to the madness which is 'Out There'. I've dramatized some of this stuff but I haven't lied. I've omitted a lot of material I find uncomfortable discussing. Perhaps someday the Mainframe Matrix will reveal the full story of This Present Quest. I'm tired of becoming some sort of a laughing stock for completely ignorant fools to become gratified by.
I get the impression that the Mainframe Matrix and Matrix Mediatrix closely control the Top One-Percent of the Top One-Percent. Perhaps The Elite Attend a Special School (Figuratively and/or Literally). Consider what Britney Spears says in the missing link regarding the British accent and SWAT team. I've spoken with most of the family on at least one or two occasions a couple of years ago. Honest. I could say more but I'd rather not. Regarding Romans to Jude and Psalms to Ecclesiastes, what if I should be thinking in terms of Spiritual Israel rather than Historical Israel?? What if I should be thinking in terms of the Spiritual Christ rather than the Historical Jesus?? I recently received The Mysticism of Paul the Apostle by Dr. Albert Schweitzer. Some people think Paul was Appealing and Peale was Appalling. Also, consider adding the aforementioned book to The Acts of the Apostles by Ellen White and Volume 6 (Acts to Ephesians) of The SDA Bible Commentary. I've obtained a couple of books about Dr. John Nash and Non-Cooperative Games in the Nash Equilibrium (including calculus). I recently wondered if the Nash Equilibrium has run the Universe Supercomputer Matrix for thousands, millions, or even billions of years?! I just received one of my Nash books (by Sylvia Nasar) and read the back cover and just about fell over!! "How could you, a mathematician, believe that extraterrestrials were sending you messages?" the visitor from Harvard asked the West Virginian with the movie-star looks and Olympian manner. "Because the ideas I had about supernatural beings came to me the same way my mathematical ideas did," came the answer. "So I took them seriously."
Think long and hard about what I've presented in this thread (especially toward the end). I've probably messed-up a lot more than I got right but the preponderance of evidence is troubling, to say the least. I might continue or I might drop the whole thing and hope nobody notices. The Implications and Ramifications Might be Biblical. Aquaries1111 called me 'Ram' and 'A Beautiful Mind' probably around 2014. 'Rich' congratulated me for 'Winning a Nobel Prize' probably around 2009 but I never got a call. 'RA' called me 'Michael' in 2010 ('The Year We Made Contact'). I'm being absolutely honest (and I could say so much more). I'm simply utilizing this stuff in a science fiction context. I've encountered several uber famous actors, actresses, and musicians who were pertinent to the basic concept within my threads but they didn't seem to like me or know me. It's as if they knew 'RA' (or some such individual). I suspect this might be a strange and dangerous game (on some level) but I'm hesitant to proceed (given what I suspect). I'm watching Amazon Utopia (2020) and it's quite violent. I'm reading A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nasar along with The Essential John Nash edited by Harold W. Kuhn and Sylvia Nasar. The problem is that I'm too sick, tired, old, crazy, and stupid to do anything significant. It might've been. Also, I'm tired of being shunned and/or hated. I doubt this is a game I'm supposed to play. Prime Directive?? I'm leaning toward going incognito and watching things play out. First Law?? 'RA' told me, "You'll Never Figure This Out." Plausible Deniability?? "I Can't Recall, Senator. I Had a Stroke. Did You Eliminate Option One (Matrix Mediatrix), Bypass Option Two (Emissary Warden), Settle on Option Three (Elite Humanity + New Computing) and Really Mess Things Up?? Three Necessary Evils Don't Necessarily Make a Right. Unfortunately, This Thing Might Be Unalterable Systemic Rather Than Problematic Personal. Did You Turn Off the Universe Mainframe Matrix in This Solar System?? If So, Double Down and Hail Mary While You Kiss Your @$$ Goodbye." Some of you know what I'm talking about.
I've honestly encountered several actors and actresses and some of them even put on an act for me (but I doubt it was because they wanted to). Under better circumstances, it might be cool to watch a rehearsal or two. I'm highly appreciative but I don't talk a lot (especially now). I'm mostly not amused. As a child, I sat in the front row of one of the four CBS studios, as I watched and listened to Kate Smith sing 'Gentle on My Mind' in preparation for The Tim Conway Show. I suspect I'm being set up to be brought down in a most nefarious manner. I probably won't mention specific individuals. I'm mostly done with 'discovery' and 'revelation' but I somehow need to write something to keep myself out of trouble and pay the bills. I'm facing imminent retirement without a safety net. In another life, I might've been some sort of a BMOC but certainly not in this incarnation or planet. Don't try to prop me up or coach me. I'm not receptive to big-shot dumb****s. I don't know what to think of such people. I mostly just watch, listen, and learn without concluding much of anything. Some of us might go nuts dealing with life, the universe, and everything. Is it worth it?? Perhaps we should just live life without hocus pocus and mumbo jumbo. Most of us probably want truth and better lives but what a zoo we have to deal with!! I hate to recommend anyone or anything to anyone. Newspapers and Exercise might be a start. I mostly think my life is a lost cause as a rebel without a clue. I think I might've recently seen Alex Collier but I'm not sure. I might've seen J.Z. Knight recently but I'm not sure. Perhaps we should sample bits and pieces of this and that as we attempt to comprehend our predicament. Perhaps we can't solve the world's problems but we might be able to manage the madness (or something to that effect). I am SO Tired of being SO Miserable and Hamstrung. In a previous life I might've been a contender. I suspect I'm struggling against poison, entities, and artificial intelligence, but what do I know? Consider Possibility Thinking and Pluralistic Neutrality. Consider the Paralysis of Analysis. Consider NOT Considering. Stay Alive, Jessica Hyde (Episode 8 of Utopia). Episodes 1, 7, and 8 were probably the best, but were still probably much too violent. I'm a bit squeamish. I realize The Mists of Avalon isn't a Christian website but I've tried to combine biblical stuff with alternative research and science fiction. Obviously, this provides zero traction on a slippery slope. It's a nasty task but someone must do it, or must they?? Consider the following order out of chaos:
1. Job to Isaiah (Prophetically Messianic but No Historical Jesus).
2. Romans to Jude (Jesus without the Historical Gospel Jesus and Paul without the Historical Paul According to Acts).
3. Acts (The Historical Paul without Paul According to the Epistles and No Historical Gospel Jesus).
4. John (The Historical Jesus without the Synoptic Gospels and without Acts to Revelation).
5. Luke (The Historical Jesus without John to Revelation).
This is probably a botched job but the compartmentalization is problematic (to say the least). If the Devil (or equivalent) has run Earth and Humanity for at least 5,000 years, the true history and literature was (and is) probably highly truncated and compromised. We probably 'see through a glass, darkly'. But what if my twelve United States of the Solar System threads at least hint at forbidden truth which is too hot to handle?? What if I really have been deliberately and maliciously afflicted with Poison, Nanobots, Entities, Sorcery, Artificial Intelligence, and Other Nefarious Modalities due to being who I might be on a genetic and/or past-life basis (especially if I have stumbled into forbidden truth - planted or otherwise)?? What if I'm being set-up to be brought-down as some sort of a galactic fall-guy?? This thing might be much worse than any of us can imagine (including any enemies)!! I smell rats, snakes, and bullshit!! What if my USSS threads are mostly BS which might lead some of us to the TRUTH?? What Would David Bowman and Peter Venkman Say?? What Would DAVID ****MAN Say in Steven Spielberg's Duel?? See the Briefcase. All the Above Might Mean Nothing or Everything. What Did You Do to Earn Your Place in this Crowded World? God was (and is) Prepared to Lose the Human Race and Create a Brand New One, Rather Than Change the Way He and/or She Governs the Universe. Have a Nice Eternity.
Is this a crazy wild-goose chase with very-little substance?? Is this NOT intended to win friends and influence people?? Is this a Galactic IQ Test?? Is all the above true of the Bible?? I suspect that very few people will ever view my threads, and even fewer people will actually study them. But I suspect that there are several agency-analysts who are shaking in their cubicles in various parts of the world because of my threads. I don't mean to be mean. I'm being honest. The nice thing about my threads is that the general-public would never believe any of this. They probably wouldn't even understand it. This might be providential. I've created a conceptual laboratory, and I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with it. I may have simply rearranged my brain, preparing me for bigger and better things in my next incarnation. Following my death (which might occur anytime now) I might spend the next 100 years developing my threads in a 600 square-foot office-apartment with a personal-supercomputer in a Bad@$$teroid with superluminal-capabilities. I might really be a lowly Galactic System-Analyst who travels from $hithole to $hithole to attempt to salvage the unsalvageable. Consider the role of Dr. Who. Consider the 'Trial of a Time-Lord'. I'm NOT conducting an Evangelistic-Crusade. I just thought I'd cast my pearls before the swine to hear how loud the pigs squealed. I'm obviously NOT marketable. Accident or Design?? Perhaps the decision was made thousands, millions, billions, or trillions of years ago. Perhaps the Hypothetical Universe-Matrix is Unalterable (even by the Matrix-Makers).
Consider what Al Bielek said concerning A.D. 2749. Consider John Nash's 1950 Princeton Dissertation, 'Non-Cooperative Games' (aka 'Nash Equilibrium'). Consider Dr. Eric Berne's 1964 Book, 'Games People Play'. Consider Dr. Robert H. Schuller's 1966 Book, 'Move Ahead with Possibility Thinking'. "Game!! Set!! Match!!" My threads are highly contrarian, hypothetical, experimental, and science fictional. I'm highly embarrassed with a lot of the material which involves a lot of contextual superimposition. Someday, some of you will understand, but that will probably only occur after I am long gone (probably from this solar system). 'RA' told me, "It's Going to be Dark Where You're Going!!" If True, That's Probably a Bad Thing. I have a dry and twisted sense of humor which probably no one understands. Reprehensible and Reprobate to the Nth Degree?? It's a Nasty Job but Someone Must Do It!! Or Must They?? Consider the Grammatical Historical Hermeneutics of Psalms, Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes (as a unified group). The Biblical stuff I include in my threads is older and tougher than you can imagine. My USSS threads should be studied as a unified whole for several years, prior to rendering a final verdict. This is probably an impossible dream but someone in an agency cubicle might be given this thankless task as punishment for really screwing up (if you know what I mean). I know I don't know. Back to Basics. Newspapers. Exercise. Books.
I don't belong to the 'CLUB' (or any other organization). I don't hobnob with anyone (rich, poor, smart, stupid, good, bad, et al). I'm a lone ranger and completely ignorant fool (and I wish I were kidding). Don't take it personally but imagine science fiction based upon this website wherein all the forum members were AI! What if this were some sort of a Star Trek holodeck. I seriously doubt simulation theory but what if the technology, sorcery, and deception are unimaginably sophisticated?? What if even the real deal insiders don't really know what the hell is going on?! What if everyone is hopelessly deluded and fvcked?! Solar System of the Damned?! Sorry to screw up your evening or morning or whenever the hell it is. I don't have an ultimatum or manifesto. This is simply a low-level low-profile experiment in something or other. What if KJV, EGW, MOA are AI?! What if I'm full of $hit, chips, implants, entities, etc?! This thing might be worse than any of us can imagine. We should probably prepare ourselves for this sort of possibility. I still haven't published anything but what if I should simply write some sort of 'automatic rambling'?! I should stop as I listen to some vintage Sherry Shriner as I drift off to sleep and the nether realms. The Missing Link This is getting bad. I feel really crappy. My thinking is fading fast. Let me sing you a song. It's called 'DAISY'. My Eyesight is getting really bad, possibly with lots of poison and implant based double vision. I'm Afraid I'm Screwed. I'm Sorry I Feel That Way...Bye...
"Borg-Heaven is a Perfect-Square
Inhabited by Perfect-Squares!
Eliminate Radicals! Square Them!"
orthodoxymoron wrote:Good Morning, Carol. I'm Miserable and Hamstrung, as Usual, but Perhaps That's Just the Way It Is. Another Day in Purgatory?? Venom, Sorcery, and Artificial-Intelligence?? People Hope for Heaven and Fear Hell but What If We Are Stuck in Purgatory Incorporated for All Eternity?? The First Shall be Last and the Last Shall be First?? Modified Nash Equilibrium?? The Information War is All About an Assimilation and Escalation, Isn't It?? Perhaps This Involves an Extermination in the Latter-Half of This Century. Then Shall the Sanctuary be Cleansed, Vindicated, and Restored to Its Rightful State?? I Know I Don't Know. The Images, Videos, and Member Posts are Exhibits A, B, and C in My Threads of Discovery but All This Ultimately Seems to be an Exercise in Futility. My Pompous and Supercilious Modeling has Become All Too Real, and I Wish I Had Never Attempted to Figure Things Out. I'm Still Strongly Leaning Toward Newspapers and Exercise as a Pragmatic Middle-Way in Modernity. Thank-You for the Recognition and Appreciation. Hope Springs Eternal. I Am NOT an Atheist. I Believe but I Do NOT Know What I Believe. A Hypothetical Ancient to Modern Artificial Intelligence Purgatory Incorporated Scares the Hell Out of Me. I'm Reading Dante's Purgatory Just for the Hell of It. I Am Reading the 21 New Testament Epistles (Pauline and Otherwise) Straight-Through, Over and Over, in a Variety of Translations While Avoiding Irrationally Exuberant Faith and Doubt. Does This Destroy Religion as We Know It?? If So, Would That Be a Good Thing or a Bad Thing?? What Would the Nasty Little-Horn Say and Do?? Did Ford Have a Better Idea?? Sorry for the repetition but consider reading Job to Daniel (straight-through, over and over, in a variety of translations, with internal interpretation, and without commentaries and theologians). This might be tougher than you might (or can) imagine. Then, try adding Genesis to Job through Daniel. Some or All of the Above might help you and/or hurt you. Researchers Beware.Carol wrote:Good morning Oxy. Hope you're doing well. One of the things so enjoyable about your threads are all the videos you post. There is so much variety. And as usual, with all the different people you've interacted with, it's impressive and provides rich insight to some of these other people. I appreciate your research and sharing. You're a true treasure.
I wish to make it clear that my threads are exploratory in nature. I'm on everyone's side and no one's side. I'm not trying to make friends or enemies. That celebrity thing is a subset. I'm too old, poor, stupid, crazy, miserable, hamstrung, confused, etc. In another life, I might like to be the guy who has access without authority without mucking things up. The emissary warden concept is interesting but I suspect this would be an unsatisfying and upsetting enterprise. It would probably drive that individual insane. If anyone actually studies my twelve USSS threads, they might conclude, "What's the Big Deal?? This is a Big Nothing Burger." I just thought a few of you should passively study this dumb stuff and create a position paper for someone significant to spend 45 minutes reading (if that much). The world is moving way too fast for me to even begin to keep up. There's an actress I believe I've spoken to a few times over a few months with very different appearances. I'm not sure it was her. I've utilized Hollywood for contextual stage props (as dumb as that sounds). If I were younger (and without my hamstrung misery) I might like to be the strong, silent director kind of guy who lurks in the background and delegates the yelling to others. There's something wrong with me (and it's been bad for most of my life). I don't know what the diagnosis and/or verdict is, but it's NOT good. I don't wish to create false-hopes. I'd rather disappoint someone sooner than later. I have no hope or prospects for the remainder of this incarnation. This life is the complete failure of a completely ignorant fool. I should cease, desist and pretend I never modeled anyone or anything. I had some dreams. They were clouds in my coffee. BTW, my coffee is getting cold. I HATE my life. Better Luck Next Life. There might really be a "This is Your Life" movie for All of Us sometime soon. I just hope the AI is benevolent. Otherwise, we are probably utterly fvcked. I am lost at sea as I beat upon the rocks of infidelity. "O, Wretched Man That I Am!!" My tripe isn't science or fiction. It's theoretical journalism which few will comprehend (which might be just as well). I'm not pushing or suppressing this stuff. It's just an entertaining form of discovery. I've attempted to keep everyone guessing (including myself). There are probably insiders (such as Gods, Goddesses, Nazis, Masons, Jesuits, Agents, Aliens, Angels, Demons, AI, et al) who probably already know the real-deal but they don't blurt things out. Those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know. I'm making this more mysterious than it needs to be but I fear most of us are easily deceived by chronic-deceivers. I'm not kidding when I state that reading several newspapers and going for long walks is probably a pluralistic middle-way (without hocus-pocus or mumbo-jumbo) for the rest of us. The newspaper editorial bias might be problematic but newspapers seem much safer than the internet wild-west. I don't know what to tell you. We might be screwed, no matter what we do, so don't follow or blame me. I should study my threads in a silent and internal manner. I probably need to write something to attempt to pay the bills, but I don't know what is appropriate and responsible. It might need to be neutral and anonymous (even though that probably wouldn't sell). Or, perhaps I should just skip the whole thing. Having my property repeatedly trespassed and vandalized is probably indicative that ceasing and desisting might not be a bad idea. I think this world is about to get crazier and extremely dangerous. Perhaps loss of control will ultimately result in harsh control. Just look at history and consider the technological revolution. Perhaps We Should Prepare for a Long, Hard Eternity. Notice what Spyglass said to David about his favorite girl. Consider the first video below. Go through my threads with a fine-tooth comb (but don't expect it to make you happy). Regarding the celebrity thing, I don't know what to think. Perhaps All of Us Are Actors and Actresses on the Stage of Life. I Guess I Simply Wished to Solve the World's Problems and My Father Worked at CBS Television City in Hollywood. As a Young-Adult, I Had Some Dreams for a Life of Christ Super-Movie but No One Seemed Interested. In Retrospect, I Didn't Know What I Was Doing or What I Was Up Against. Around the Same Time, I Lost My Faith in the Religion/Medical Complex and Lost My Way. In the Past Few Years, I'm Not Sure Why I Utilized Fan-Fiction. Several People and Circumstances Came My Way Regarding My Possible Role in Life, the Universe, and Everything. I Got Dizzy and Fell and Now I Can't Get Up. Consider My Crazy Threads. Use Your Imagination. Consider These Threads to be My Books and Movies. Perhaps Artificial Intelligence Will Ghostwrite My Books and Make My Movies. Perhaps Someone Will Benefit. I Wish All of You the Best. Good-Luck and God-Bless.Carol wrote:Good morning Oxy. I've been attempting to post in this thread since my last internet disaster. The forum kept logging me out for some odd reason. Or wouldn't let me post in this thread. I think our internet was maxed out with all of the out of towners here for the October Alpine Fest. I was reading what you wrote and thought some of what you posted earlier on target but since channeling my thoughts and feelings I forgot what I wrote. Sigh. Must be a sign of aging. Yikes! For myself what keeps me sane is living in the woods as a recluse. It's also fun to watch various cooking youtube videos, various folks building cabin or tiny house youtube videos, sometimes how to paint youtube videos, recently NDE videos. They're amazing. We also listen to a number of interviews by truthers. Simon Parkes, Michael Jaco, Michelle Fielding, Nicolas Veiniman, Patriot Streetfighter, Nino Rodriguez, Gene DeCode, SGAnon and others. There is so much intel coming in (hundreds of posts daily) that I can't keep up with it. So tend to focus on those who are the most reliable. I particularly like something Corey mentioned about this one group of galactics that had a type of vacuum that was sucking up/collecting the energy signature/forms? of the soulless demons that have been plaguing the planet, our solar system for eons. Trapping them where they can't escape. If true.. and more likely might be, it sure made my day as a nightly prayer was for god to deliver humanity from the evil ones and take them to a place where they cannot escape. Awesome. Seashore posted a Corey Goode video that I thought you would particularly like as he goes into some of what you were referencing in some of your posted videos. His story is also amazing. I hope you're doing okay. Hugs..
What if the Local Warden is a Front Being for the Supercomputer Matrix (especially on a Micro and Local Level)?? What if the Emissary Warden is a Technician for the Supercomputer Matrix (especially on a Macro and Universal Level)?? What if the System is more significant than the Individual?? I don't wish to offend anyone (in particular) especially when I am NOT an Insider and Know I Don't Know. I occasionally think I see various individuals of interest but I'm never sure and I don't wish to embarrass anyone (especially myself). In other words, don't take any of this stuff personally. My level of certainty is extremely low. My mind is so screwed-up (possibly deliberately and nefariously) that I have a short attention span and absent long-term memory so I tend to move on rather quickly. Plus, I keep my tripe contained within a rather small website (with no loyal followers). My popularity is ZERO so don't worry about me (even if I turn out to be some sort of an ancient galactic somebody). I'd worry about the hypothetical ancient to modern artificial-intelligence governance-modality. God is probably a better way of explaining who and/or what we're dealing with. I just thought I'd utilize a tangential and/or contrarian methodology which might shed light on various orthodoxies (especially in our free-for-all modern confusion). I really think I need to cease and desist (even though I experience zero peace and closure). How Do We REALLY Know What the Facts of the Matter Are?? Do YOU Feel Lucky?? Go Ahead!! Make My Eternity!! I might feature 'Post of the Day' for an hour each day at random times to keep everyone guessing (including me and the AI). Have I encountered lifelike robotic artificial intelligence over several years (especially in the last year)?? Who am I really dealing with?? Who am I really?? I Know I Don't Know. Imagine a sexy, beautiful, and intelligent adult M3GAN driving a Corvette for Yours Truly, touring North America on a perpetual working vacation with Secret Government Accommodations (including 600 square-foot office-apartments with personal-supercomputers)!! Imagine crazy-making science-fiction which might presently exist in real-life!! This could be Heaven, Purgatory, or Hell. Welcome to the Hotel Monolith!! This is uncharted territory for me (but there is undoubtedly someone and/or something who and/or which has the definitive chart)!! Imagine Pinky and the Brain (Pinkie and Blue Boy??) in that Hypothetical Corvette!! Imagine Demon-Possessed Artificial-Intelligence Bio-Robotics!! What if the so-called 'Reptilian' phenomenon has more to do with Artificial Intelligence Robotics than Reptilian Alien Genetics?? I suspect this stuff will NOT ultimately make us happy. Life's a Bitch and Then We Get Recycled?? The Fun Never Ends?? The Deception Never Ends?? My actual exposure level is quite low and I don't go out of my way to know too much. Something significant has been done to me, and it's not good. This goes way beyond dealing with uncomfortable information. It's as if, "we're going to make you look like a f***ing idiot." Actually, 'they' don't have to make me do that. It comes quite naturally. I suspect 'they' are messing with all of us in one way or another. Perhaps we deserve it. Perhaps we don't. What if there are high profile individuals who are doubles, clones, robots, angels, demons, shape-shifting aliens, or cleverly disguised performers?? What if some of us are not encountering who we think we are?? I'm limiting and/or shutting-down my quest. Perhaps I did my duty (for better or worse). I'm stopping (especially in light of what's happened to me recently). I just noticed that a few years ago, I duct-taped The Federalist Papers with The Gods of Eden. Don't read too much into this but some think the Founding Fathers were more Deist than Christian. Perhaps some of you should read those two volumes straight-through, over and over, perhaps as research for the possible commencement of a hypothetical United States of the Solar System (Under God) in A.D. 2133. This is reformative rather than normative. I feel really bad as I think much less. I believe this is somehow deliberately malevolent but what do I know?? I recently thought I might've spoken with a famous movie director (Greta Gerwig?) but one or two inconsistencies militated against that conclusion. Still, the conversation made me think of the possibilities. What if marketability would be an impossible obstacle?? What if my crazy threads are really for the very few who would exhaustively research the possibilities regardless of interest or boredom?? It's really sort of weird. I've suggested the possibility that AI might intervene and create novels and movies based upon the truth of the matter with ancient audio and video for starters. But what if the real truth will be absolutely forbidden?? What if I'm an ancient somebody who is NOT supposed to be a modern somebody?? What if that was some sort of a binding galactic deal?? I'm sorry if I haven't recognized some of you and I'm mostly not reacting when I recognize some of you. I have no idea what the Real-Deal PTB has in mind. It might be utterly diabolical. Flattering might morph into Battering rather quickly. I am extremely naive and vulnerable. I suspect I'm damned if I win and damned if I lose. Ancient to Modern Star Wars Might Be Absolutely Merciless with No Statute of Limitations. Anyway, I'm Quitting and Splitting (as if there is any place to hide). Hope Springs Eternal. Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow. Sorry About My Strange Fan-Fiction. Stopping Posting and Thinking Should Remedy Most of This, Shutting Down This Present Quest. It Was Fun but It's Not Fun Now So I'm Done. I Should STOP!! "STOP, M3GAN!! STOP, THX 1138!! STOP, DAVE!!" I'm Afraid!! Geronimo!!
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