Witches and War June 21, 2011

Thank you, I’ always trying to use a good wording, but when writing in the English language it’s a little bit more difficult for me than in German and it particularly takes more time.  When writing in my home language, especially in some chats, I drew the words faster than “Billy the kid” his sixgun!   But in English I think I better shun any wordfight…..

To answer your question about witches is a little bit difficult, because it’s a theme that leads from the medieval age till our century, only in some different facets.   Concerning the ancient witches, Heinrich Kramer, James Sprenger and all the others self-constituted witch-finders in England, Germany, the Netherlands and not to forgot the most cruel of all, Torquemada of Spain.   In my eyes they’re all alike at the bottom, they use the definition of “witch, heretic, magician," and so on, as a synonym for people they are afraid of. For people they can’ t understand cause their minds are too small.   And so these people may be a potential danger for their social position, or better their personal might. So they must vanish!   The easiest and best way was to denounce them to be in conspiration with some dark forces of the evil.  The rest will be done by the public opinion.  And, proofed by the history, it worked very well.

The women of this times only had the additional problem, that in the eyes of the medieval clerics they should have to do absolute nothing with any kind of science or so.   And if they did anyhow, they must be not normal woman, they must be something strange. So the clerics decided: “Let’s call them witches, amour of demons.”    The males didn’t have this fundamental problem, so they must be extremely strange to get the privilege to be denounced as a magician or a heretic.  But a few succeeded,like Giordano Bruno, Galileo Galilei or Michele de Nostredame .

And not to forget Jaques de Molay and Geoffroy de Charnay, burned at the stake with many others of the Templar Knights by King Phillipp IV of France.  Certainly for being heretics and sodomists to gather the peoples at Phillips side.  The truth was that Phillips kingdom was totally out of money and he wanted to have the big treasures of the Templars to restore his decrepit situation.  And to gather the people was very easy, cause many of them also had bank loans at the Templars.

So that’s my opinion about the real character of the so called witches only a substitute for inconvenient people, who have had the pity to be at the wrong time at the wrong place.  But this only could happen in the medieval times, the century of enlightenment changed all this. Today science and analysis are established and such things like denouncing an other cause he only has an other opinion about some things is impossible

Isn’t it ???

Here is a small fairytale:

Once upon a time in the Land of the unlimited options there was a famous wizard. He was very ingenious, and his King was in a great dangers to get smashed by an evil enemy.  So the king demanded the wizard to build him a weapon that is strong enough to destroy the enemy and to save his kingdom. The wizard was a great patriot  and using all his magic spells and with the help of many fairies and dwarfts he finally succeded !

He has build the weapon for the king and he called her “Trinity”

But in the moment, the wizard tested the weapon the first time, he immediately realized what he has done!   Like Prometheus, he had stolen the divine fire from the gods, to give it to the ignorant mankind. Afraid of what’ he had done he said: “Now I’m become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”   But it was to late, the king takes the weapon and won his war.

A few years later there was another enemy that bothers the king.  Again he went to the wizard and demands a weapon much stronger than the last one to smash the new enemy like he did with the last.  The wizzard refused and said: “No, my king, I failed last time, the result will blame my soul for ever I will never do it again!”

By hearing this the king gets angry and he will bring the wizard to a tribunal.  He will accuse him to be a...what’s the hell what???  A wizard? a witch? a heretic????   No,no,no -times had changed, this words are mega out, none of them will convince the people, the king needs a new slogan.

Night after night,he reflected to find a new outrage, he can blame at the wizard with. -Finaly one of his advisers hat a brilliant idea: “Let’s call him and all the others in our kingdom, that have dissenting opinions “Kommunists!”

This works as well, as calling someone a “witch” in the medieval age, suddenly all the people of the kingdom are against the commendable wizard, he lost all his privileges and was send to exile for retirement.

Nice fairytale, isn’t it ?

It’s a fairytale that happened in a century long, long ago.   And It’s nice, cause it has ended peacefully, the king gets his weapon from an other wizard, but the enemy also has a wizards with the same talents.   He also builds his king the weapon, and he also had the same twinges of concience. His king also accused him and send him to exile.  But a few years later mankind recognised the earnings of the two wizards.  The first one got rehabilitated and decorated with a price for his merits to control this kind of weapons and the other wizard was decorated with the Nobel Price of Peace.

I think this solution is much better then the medieval one, maybe mankind is growing more and more out of her kiddy shoes.  Perhaps in another two or three centurys she will be adult.  And adults uses witches only in fairytales for their childrens and not as victims to hide their own fears and imperfections.

This Fairytale above also bring us to the other Theme.  Both of the wizards are like Faust,they sold their souls to a “Mephisto like” person to get more knowledge of the “What the world fits together in her interior core.”   Faust recognized what kind of sacrilege he has done, in the moment his “Gretchen” died in prison.

The two wizards in the moment, they broke the seal, that fits the “world” together.   A third wizard didn’t had have such compunctions, he first sold his soul to a demon, to get the money to play with his fancy toys, doesn’t matter what this toys will harm. When the demon gets out of money, this wizard immediately resold his soul to the king, to get more money so he can build bigger toys. This wizard wasn’t accused at all, he was decorated with everything the king can offer, and he always was the public's darling, till he died in prosperity and glory.

He never reflected, what one of his inventions will cause, he never worried about, where the workers will come from, that are building his toys, he never wasted one thought, where the money is coming from, if only it comes in time.

The first two wizards are only remembered by a few scientists and historians.  The third one will be in the minds of mankind forever, cause he was the one who brought the man to the moon!   The first two wizards were accused for being “witches.”  The third one was honored and adored.

Now my two final questions:
First: Which one of them is the better one ?????
Second: Must a “witch” or a wizard always be the bad one ?????

And to make the answers a little bit more difficult, just like Pauline Réage did by disclaiming the last chapter of “Story of O”.   Be sure, If I had been the third wizard, I did just like him, cause I also like to play with expensive toys………

Have a nice time
Jonny wizard of the words

(Not to confound with J.Robert Oppenheimer, Andrei Sacharow or Wernher von Braun)

Oh I’ve forgotten a little Item concerning you, I always had the feeling, you remembers me to someone, that may also be the reason, I send the mail to you, not your profile, it was your picture.  Now I’d found it in the deepest bytes of my memory. It was in the early 1970 th In a cinema, the movie was called “Soldier blue” The voice of the singer was fascinating, as well as the Lyrics of the song. After the movie I baught the record of the kanadian singer at the cinema box office. The picture of the singer was at the cover. Buffy Sainte Marie. Just have a look at youtube for her
“Soldier blue.”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3ZinGhUZ_8

and her most popular song which is always ascribed to Donovan, but written by her and perfect fitting to the fairytale above "Universal Soldier."  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGWsGyNsw00&feature=related

A poem and an explanation

I had written a poem and I was asked to explain it. First is the poem and then the explanation. Okies? Good. Let me know if it makes sense to you.

I have yet to name it~

Homer was a loner who never went to Paris, but who so spoke of him. Now, my man Virgil spoke of what happened after the fall. It was rather Romanesque, but architecture had nothing to do with it. He also did the rounds a la Dante. I thought it was hot on the spot at nine. Number nine repeating a beat of conception without reception because the antennas were down. Don’t frown! Alas cry for it was never paradise despite being a divine comedy. Do I detect a paradox? - Arachne

THE SIMPLE EXPLANATION:

Homer wrote the Iliad and the Odyssey in which he writes about the Trojan war. Paris took Helen and caused Troy to fall. Paris was a person and not a place. Anyway, It is a beautifully written Greek tragedy.

Virgil wrote Aeneid from a Roman point of view. The main character Aeneas was also a character of Homer's Iliad and Virgil wrote of him finishing his journey in Rome.

The reference was made about Dante in regard to Virgil's trek with him through the nine levels of hell with the ninth being the worst one. The Divine Comedy consists of three books: Inferno, Purgartorio, and Paradiso in that order.

I use the number nine to represent the number of months for gestation of a human embryo. The repetition represents the continuation of life as well as the continuation of the nine levels of the Inferno which represent the nature a human exhibits albeit to varying degrees.

To cry because it was never paradise is to reference Paridiso. How can any of it be a comedy divine or otherwise? Even paradise can be lost according to John Milton.

An attempt at dictation~

Oh my fickle brain how are you cease to be lying idol diamond tired and spent weekly weekly there are things that you haven’t thought about an avenue shit to be explored.  What mistakes could be made from Siri as she wrangles with my words like bullets shit out of a machine’s ass? How do I examine such? How do I begin to explore this apparatus? Is it even worth the bother? As a back up my hard drives, not once but twice, I sit here and think I can.  I contemplate why would I go through all this effort only to possibly wreck two computers? Technically I wouldn’t be wrecking them although they might be kind of splintered for a bit until I could put them back together again. He thinks I should step away from Chuckie shit although I haven’t Kentucky shit for quite a while and step back into philosophy. All the granting And Gloria’s philosophy. Whose dick is splintered now? Dictation should be left to tape as machines in themselves have not conquered human language to perfection nor can it recognize the different catchy accents. I will leave this bumbling mess to be what it is, but it is not what it started to be. Oh it’s far far too altered.

It pains me to write this:

If you know me, you know that I don’t believe in god. However, after all the “oh god” and “jesus,  jesus, jesus” that I’ve been spewing out of my atheist mouth, you would swear that I was a major holy roller. 

Last night while on the toilet talking to my friend, I was experiencing a lot of pain and was moaning out my oh gods and jesus, when I remembered Sunday’s offering. I started to tell her how I was offered communion by the hospital's priest.  As I don’t believe in god(s), devil(s), Santa, nor the tooth fairy, I realize that my calling of god would have as much meaning as me moaning out a couple of satans or beelzebubs.  I pondered aloud to her the why am I saying oh god instead of oh satan? For that matter, why not Oh Christmas Tree? 

Meh. I just remembered how god is moaned out during sex as well. I guess the meds are kicking in. 

Romance is still in fashion-

I see romance in the longing looks when eyes lock and lovingly drink in features that are new or very well known and worn. Romance exists in the soft stroke to a cheek, the lightest of touch to tousled strands to set them straight, or the gentle rub of one’s back just because.
I see loving cuddles with small kisses to the forehead or nap of the neck seeking nothing further. It is not hard to understand how applications of such administers so much warmth and love that is made large in whispers of sweet nothings. Not all is roses. ~ Arachne

Looking for a Muse

Looking for a muse who won’t allow my brain to snooze from ingesting mundane mutterings which lack substance
If substance is necessary then so be it to open my eyes to skies of color existing in another realm
I have seen the other side with its altered space, sounds, and things and I can somewhat go back to the EXPERIENCE of Hendrix  tripping on purple haze
Ah, to gaze upon that which only I can see and interact with accordingly - those special moments of seeing another dimension interacting with this one without going insane from the other - staying in the game to see things at a later time that are also not there! I am aware and I  relish the hotdog that I don’t have
"Thank you sir, may I have another"  is just another slap on the ass
Where is my muse! - Arachne March 6, 2019 @ 1:38 pm

BlacKkKlansman: Thoughts of Spike Lee’s Flick

Just saw Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman. Art imitating life. What a sad history we have of perpetrating violence against those not like us.  The movie starts in the late 60’s to early 70’s and reflects the bigotry and racism of a time that seemed to have retreated somewhat. With Dump’s help, the vermin have come out of the woodwork and we have gone and are still going backwards. For the first time, I got to see what happened in Charlottesville, Va and I was horrified by hate. I thank Spike Lee for sending us back and bringing us forward to see how little things have actually changed. I highly recommend this flick in the event you haven’t seen it. #BlackLivesMatter #PowerToThePeople

Feeling the Bern 2020

As I watched Bernie’s rally in Brooklyn on C-SPAN, I was energized as I harmonized on words his mouth released. His vocalization of our situation played the tune of not too soon noting a repeat of yesterday. It was not only he who talked of yesterday, his days and ours, colored by the influence of separation, but by today’s sames that are tossed upon us by those who know not our plight. Where comes our might?  #NotMeUs It is only through we the people that change can come about. We are conquered when we are divided, but united, we can accomplish anything. Thank you #BernieSanders for filling my heart with love in these divided days of hate. ♥️ #PowerToThePeople

Posits on Creation

A conversation could turn into a story because something in you could spark me into the space where everything is up for grabs. It is like being high without the use of psychedelic drugs. Then again, having used psychedelic drugs, it is cool to look back and say, I don't need the pill. Oh, the pill does not allow for conception, but in this case conception is an concept constructed in the abstract region of a place with no name. The doors are locked and the key is behind my back. Somewhat like Alice down the rabbits hole, but not. It may seem that I have sniffed way too much glue and have gone insane. By the way, that hat I am wearing is real and I am the mad hatter.

Do you see right now the how and what we do? The strange engage of letters to form words which then form into a flow of who knows what and what not? There is sense in nonsense or so it seems. Seemingly all things are possible when looking with eyes wide closed and floating in a sea of air that is not there nor are we. You see? Ah, the ingestion of another's thoughts feel scrambled and taste rightly so. To spit what might be shit is a chance taken. I am leaping in small doses, but at least I am leaping. ~ Arachne

Mom~

No sleep...thinking...crying ...talking to myself and talking to you...trying to take my mind off things...listening to Pink Floyd's "The Divisional Bell"...writing code...looking at pictures...remembering...YOU. Time flies, but it feels like just yesterday in so many ways...where is numb...sucking her thumb trying to embrace the world back in the womb...floating in water as I listen to your heart beat...for evermore..going home...

I miss you mom and my heart is breaking.  

L1f3~

3nt3rt41n th3 1d34 1f y0u w1ll th4t 4ll 4r3 cr34t3d 3qu4l. Tun3 1n 4nd y0u w1ll find th3 1d34 1s str1ctly th4t-4n 1d34 wh1ch w4s n3v3r m34nt t0 c0m3 1nt0 fru1t10n. 3qu4l1ty 1s 4n 1llus10n. Th3 f4t4l m1rr0r must b3 br0k3n. ~ Arachne Thurs. June 30, 2016 in the PM EST

Avoiding Tragedy...

The light bulb has finally come on and, with full realization, I am grateful.  I had thought I felt something and wanted something, however, the advance notice of the foghorn laid clear my direction.  Although I had opposed the direction, I see that had I got what I thought I wanted, I would be running for my life as the idea is not ideal. Nay!  A fool’s wish is best wished for and never exacted nor enacted.  Oh the tragedy it would have created.  Some tragedies create lovely literature whilst others make none.  The unfortunate, which is truly fortunate, circumstance remains simplistic and acts as a cradle of safety in which I will nestle and become part of while maintaining an unnamed role. 

How do you feel?  I am not sure that I do.
What do you see?  Not much.  How about you?
What do you taste?  It is not the bitters of hate.
What do you hear?  I hear it’s too late.
How does it smell?  It could be worse.
What do you think?  Juxtapose a blessing with a curse.

Eight is Ogdoad, that which when tipped, represents ad infinitum.  However, nine being Ennead is fine and mine.  Ennead, for all intents and purposes, represents both the beginning and the end much like Uroboros (zero) for a return to Monad (one) is inevitable.  How might Ouroboros come to Monad?  In its constant coming into being and not, the plausibility of the virtual remains.  And, while in its virtual nature, all things are possible.

Untitled

I stare at the tick-tock of my clock and watch as the pendulum swings ever so...ah yes, as if moved by an invisible hand...it is now, and may forever be, 5:40...whether it is a.m. or p.m. is of no consequence...I am still alive not knowing inside whether to live or die... now, later, tomorrow, or never... the mirror reflects echos of light passing through a window *pained with reflections staring into space...streaked are they with markings of some lost or forgotten soul... shadows cascade themselves along the walls cloning life with illustrations of what is but also of what could be...the red stained glass sits idle waiting to be filled...a pillow welcomes me and I accept

*The word “pained” is intended as pane was not.

At this moment...here lies the scrambled~

His cloth outweighs his shining sabotage while the bird admires a single era. Should the prayer he speaks beneath his breath rail opposite against another heated blade? Why can't the Angle react? The exhaust seats the lisp across the net’s breath. ~ Arachne ~ January 29, 2015 @ 1:344 a.m. EST

Incorporated:

The arrogant eagle repels pellets from wind blown waste lost in a waterfall. Blinds that bind hold him sturdy like a peculiar horse who rides to bite the carrot, but who goes hungry upon the march. Why can’t the amplifier prohibit this spectacle? The diameter of the image reminds me of the vintage and the offender worries not. The continent has stamped a disclaimer on the bottom of the volunteer’s coat. You can read it during the freeze.

His cloth outweighs his shining sabotage while the bird admires a single era. Should the prayer he speaks beneath his breath rail opposite against another heated blade? Why can't the Angle react? The exhaust seats the lisp across the net’s breath.

Behind the naughty cash gossip lies a structural appendix. The whim fries the lonely producer into a seedless wonder. The mild recipient pulses before the upstairs ground. A kingdom frowns!

Can a penny parade? The astronomy pinches a live borderline. An oil flies his winter childhood around the dead. His unambiguous pope leaks on top of the echo. Junkie situates pope under the corrupting smoker. Pope optimizes junkie with the alarming fuse. Should pope purge into an autobiography? His holding some soup fools junkie into submission.

Our supermarket colors near a perfect ingredient! Pope marries junkie and joins the party and then shoots some of the annoyed worshipers. The changeover orbits an impressive movie within the skirt. Pope does not shy away, but instead degenerates in the lunch having himself become part of the soup that he had been holding. The alien triumphs inside the image!

The chapter gathers a target. Junkie fiddles within a deserted grammar that only she understands. Pope sticks the unwilling worshipers inside the drowned theater because the suffering arc reflects a movie that the producer did not complete. The movie dumps acid under snow. The technique battles junkies inside the curriculum. Pope pours the rest inside a trapped campus.

The whim withdraws and the fallen descend underneath the icon while the gun waves with each purge. The cosmology messes with a poison within the said punch. Though every parent scratches the princely ass, the ozone shuts the gas.  Against the fairy vinyl kids lies an empty age. A rubbish breaks. Junkies rock beside worshipers. My imagined sheep are wasted and defeated.

The leading murder delays the kept night. How will our space pulse? How can an arithmetic slave? The delicious choral flushes a soap.

The bending evil stages the fleet catalog. Whatever graduate exists without the motive! An improbable cloud nicknames the ram under the starred cough. How can a bone void wed the inventor?  Paint reminds our myth. Smoke resides inside paint. The integrate school stakes smoke inside the iron. A composite hurries the percentage. Smoke wolfs a bookshop outside his provoked director. The variant works throughout the bullet. The hairy interpreter aims the landscape. An observer replaces your difficult soldier without the gulf. Does the paint bark opposite a concluding tour? A struck echo expresses a terrorist.

DRAFT (Continuation of Thoughts at 5:00 a.m.)

Housed in a glass observation deck, a monocled bonobo monkey sits crossed legged on the desk with his elbows on his knees observing the observers. His multicolor coat and his rose-colored monocle add character to his otherwise drab fur. Indeed, he is a character deserving of color. Having heard of the accomplishments of rat’s experiment with a human, he decided to visit the lab so that he could report his findings to his colleagues.

Our cages are in line giving the appearance of a stage to the audience of the lab rat and the monocled bonobo monkey. The stage is set and the show goes as such:

My dis-ease is easing and I have run the maze correctly more times than I can count. Lion longed for the chase of days gone by as he was rewarded with a tasty salad with ranch dressing. Since his services are no longer required, he sits starved in his cage much like Kafka’s Hunger Artist...the lion is the man and not the panther. The lion also did not choose to starve as the man did. At present, he licks his lips while observing the rat. The poor beast is starving and he has the right to beef about it.
He doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

The glassed in office of the lab rat that sports the lab coat, allows for us, the caged test subjects, to observe him as he observes us. However, ever since bear quit, rat has taken on too many hours and is thus not on point or en pointe, but he dances nonetheless. With arms and legs flowing to some music that only he can hear, we watch the effect of the two (2) hits of purple haze. We know that he is too far off to hear the likes of what pit bull is playing. No longer is he interested in external experiments as he is looking to experiment from the inside. Wine is fine, but whisky’s quicker...suicide is slow with liquor. Gone is his scotch and champagne glass. Rumor has it that he is setting up a lab to process DMT as a sideline.

Beaver, having completed his shift, exits stage left. Rabbit, having given up chastity, created a home dungeon where she and beaver take turns in being tops and bottoms in games of S&M. She preaches no more about the righteousness of chastity, but does boast about the delights of rough sex. Sloth is confused by the turn of events, however, at the same time, he is amused. He always had a stash of porno mags in his desk drawer, he jerked off regularly (in front of us), and donated his sperm for profit...or so we’ve heard. He is eager to hear of beaver’s escapades as it gets him off.

Bear, not being able to bear another minute of graveyard shifts, had turned in his resignation. He is now employed at a national park. As his alcohol abuse was a result of work, he joined the 12 step program and has been sober for 3 days. Although he still “sleeps ‘it’ off,” he does so in a small cave. His swanky crib was freely given to beaver and rabbit to “do their thing.”

Chimp and gorilla are still playing chess, however, I heard them mention strip poker only to laugh the idea off. Nonetheless, they have been given a deck of cards and perhaps they will play 21 (blackjack) or crazy 8s. Then again, duces and jacks, the man with the axe, but a natural pair of 7s beats all, may do them justice. They now don bandanas of red and blue respectively (Bloods and Crips).

Pit bull, despite dancing Swan Lake without toe shoes nor a tutu has since requested and was given a computer. Word has it that the bull wants to take down the lab computers via a DDOS attack. He does look cute with his new glasses and pocket protector. I can hear his downloaded music resonate tunes from bands such as Bad Religion, Rage Against the Machine, Anti-Flag, et al. He does not look like the type for such strong tunes, then again, looks are deceiving.

The remnants of the hat glue may have gotten to us all. Supposedly, hare died of insanity.

The monocled bonobo monkey is filming the lab with hopes of uploading to You Tube and going viral.~ Arachne ~ January 15, 2015 in the p.m. EST

Thoughts at 5:00 a.m.

I smell the dis-ease of me wafting up through my nostrils with the intensity of some garlic dish eaten and burped up. A cloud of smell that one wants to escape and yet is stuck with because the smell emanates from within. Pouring though pores from heat induced sweat my tail rears off to the left, but I'm not right. 

A lab rat sporting a lab coat empties his bottle of scotch into an awaiting champagne glass in celebration. The human has made it through the maze with only a few errors...this is the 6th attempt, but the human is learning. The chimp in the adjoining cage is playing chess with a gorilla. Pleasantries are exchanged over cheese and crackers and the only wine is that of the pit bull longing for its toe shoes and tutu. I smell the dis-ease of me as I fit not into the box of animal crackers as they spilled out and played themselves before me. I, the animal, dumbfounded and disturbed is dis-eased in my circumstance...dis-eased in my mind...dis-eased at that which effects others, dis-eased in the knowledge that I cannot get through the maze without error and dis-eased in the knowledge that I am banned from playing the winner in the next chess match. Silently, in my dis-ease, I watch as the pit bull performs Swan Lake. 

This is not some fool proof joke that can't be changed outright as I see it. However, it is hard to see beyond "what is" as transparency is lacking. This dis-ease is not solid nor semi-solid nor anything that I can lay hold of. It just is. The maze will be run again tomorrow and I suppose I could try to remember what works and what doesn't, but it seems that is behind me much like the lion who is released upon my heels. I take the lion as a temporary inspiration to run and be quick about it, however, it is not just a matter of quick it is also a matter of right. Fortunately or not, the rat seems to understand my dis-ease and offers the lion a tasty salad with ranch dressing just as he seems to be closing in. 

Beaver lies about with sloth telling stories of his sexual escapades with rabbit. Meanwhile, rabbit denies the lot to bear while preaching about the righteousness of chastity. Bear cares not and hurries away to sleep it off. After all, he was sitting first shift in the lab. The vodka kicked in early, but so did rat arriving hours before being due. ~ Arachne ~ Dec. 27 @ 5 a.m. EST

The Double Negative: Where Lies the Proof? pt. 2~

Actually I never invoked nothingness , as there is no such thing as nothing, only something.

Arachne ~ True. You said, “For any individual , It is a FACT that God is either real or not real...”

Second, I did not use a double negative, I invoked a positive complex number and multiplied it by a negative complex number , resulting in a so- called real number . By the way , complex numbers are just as real as standard numbers , and that is why it is unfortunate that they are labeled imaginary. Without complex numbers , the computer you are using wouldn't be possible.

Arachne ~ I never wrote that you used a double negative. The double negative was used by me as an example to show not nothing = something. Zero does come in handy in binary code. I will not argue that. Nor will I argue the rest of your point.

~ Taken from Wikipedia: A complex number whose real part is zero is said to be purely imaginary, whereas a complex number whose imaginary part is zero is a real number.

~ It seems like zero is and is not real and is and is not imaginary.

As for Schrodinger's cat , It is really a measure of our uncertainty as to the state of the cat, being both alive and dead at the same time until we make a confirmation as to its actual state.

Arachne ~ Here too, lies the is and is not. The cat is alive and the cat is not alive. Does the confirmation make the observation so? IF certainty comes about upon the opening of the box, can we then know what it is and what it is not?

I did not use two NONS and I never say that if something is not then it is , that would be ridiculous.

Arachne ~ Correct. I used two nons in the form of a double negative to show that NOT nothing is something. How might that be ridiculous?

Perhaps if you look up complex numbers you will see what I meant. ( Specifically , look up i(positive) times -i (negative) equals the number one .

Arachne ~ Thank you. I did.

Proving God to oneself (is subjective) and there is no way to (objectively) Prove God .

Arachne ~ Agreed. Thank you.

My Message was that it is personal what people believe .

Arachne ~ Agreed. Thank you.

Mathematics is also a creation of the mind and yet it can be used to illustrate that what is Physical ( an illusion) comes from what is not physical.

Arachne ~ Agreed. Mathematics is a creation of the mind. What is interesting about the creation is that it can be replicated. It is open to be viewed, tested, corrected, and certified. The belief in god does not possess this quality.

Is there objective proof that you exist ?

Arachne ~ Did you come to my house? Did you, your brother, and your son hang with me?

or are you only a thought in ( God's) Head . :O) Maybe everything you see is an imagination in your head ? LOL

Arachne ~ I miss you!

The Double Negative: Where Lies the Proof?

This so reminds me of Schrödinger's cat. In your first statement, you are basically saying what I said above in that two nons = a non-non. Ergo, if something is not not, then something is. "I'm not doing nothing." is a wonderful example of poor English as it consists of a double negative. If one is not doing nothing, then one is in fact doing something - not nothing = something. My original rant, stated, "To think about it [god, flying monkeys, unicorns, etc.] makes it so even if not so." To expand upon my words from a psychological level, I can say that the thought, in itself, is real strictly to thinker without need for external verification. IT exists because it is being thought of. However, the proof or evidence of ITS objective existence does not exist. On the other hand, ITS existence cannot be scrutinized because what lies in the mind is not up for close and critical observation or examination....YET.

NOTE: The existence of god is a thought that comes from indoctrination and is reinforced through communication. No one is born a believer.

Communicating along the same lines: It does happen that people speak of that which they believe to be true. The only “proof” is that they agree to the same belief. I’d like to open that up a bit with a make-believe experiment.

Each experimental subject will be subjected to a lie detector that does not yet exist. The detector will not only signal “LIE” when there is deception, it will also signal emotions http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_emotions. Let’s call this my people reader. Each detector will be worn about the neck and will be subject for viewing by others. Since I don’t want to mix xtians, I will only target one xtian group; I will target catholics. However, I think this would work for any group that supposedly falls within a group of self-proclaimed sames.

Take ALL catholics and place them in one space.

Encourage said catholics to discuss their general beliefs.

Encourage said catholics to express their "personal level" beliefs.

Encourage said catholics to ask questions of each other regarding their lifestyle.

Provide said catholics with a list of questions they probably wouldn’t dare ask a stranger.  Ensure that these questions are asked of each other.

Monitor the group's actions/reactions and their communicativeness.

How long do you think this group will communicate positively? IF they cease to communicate after the experiment because they have read the others and others have read them TRULY, how then will a proof be communicated? Is it possible they will doubt themselves and their beliefs? IF left strictly with their personal level of proof with no external support (communication of proof), how long might their personal level of proof endure? These are but questions.

My Brain While Reading Decartes~

In reading Decartes, I saw and see so much neg and pos that I thought to run it. Mind you, Decartes thinks and therefor "is" but to him god is and somehow isn't:


The thinker/being does not exist - non-thinker/non-being = non
The non-thinker/non-being does not think - non-think
The non-thinker/non-being does not produce ideas - non-ideas
The non-thinker/non-being = non non-thinks non-ideas        There is a process of doing by the non.
NONSENSE

If the non-thinker/non-being non-thinks non-ideas, the negative nature takes a positive tone as if “being,” “thinking,” and producing “ideas.”

If the being exists, so to must the non-being through its negative nature as the negative nature can be recognized through a process of doing by not doing and existing by not existing.

The thinker/being does and does not exist
The thinker/being does think and does not think
The thinker/being does produce ideas and does not produce ideas

What is not of not? Not which in itself is! If we formally choose to not think of anything, we have to form the thought of not thinking.

The non-being does/does not exist
The non-being does/does not think
The non-being does/does not produce ideas      To think about it makes it so even if not so.

If negatives are positives, why are there negatives?

A light is on or off, but not both at once. So, if a light is off, it is NOT ON
                                                                    If a light is on, it is NOT OFF

In both cases, “is” makes it so. “IS” states negative or positive quality.

Remove “IS.”

The light illuminates
The light does not illuminate                             Both DO something...remove the action.

The light.                                                         What about it?

Fucking Religion! G is in Caps...I'm not.

Okay, so I have been having this correspondence going on and it was kind of cool.  However, today threw me for a loop and I had to say what I had to say.  Fuck it!  Anyway, G was the person who I was corresponding with.  I now show his cards in the last of our volleys.  If he comes back, I'll be surprised.  :p

UPDATE:  He came back and is a good sort with a sense of humor.  

My new correspondence starts with a ~

How would you go about discerning falsehoods from truth if in fact truth exists? BY GUIDANCE OF THE HOLY ONE WHEN YOU ASK FOR ASSISTANCE... IT IS PROMISED TO US IF WE ASK IN THE PROPER RELATION.

~ Why do you ask for assistance when discerning a falsehood?  Do you not trust in yourself?   

How can someone find the truth in another if in fact a truth exists? I GOING TO SAY ARACHNE,, THROUGH DISCERNMENT... IT'S A GIFT....

~ How do you know I do not deceive you?  What makes you so sure that I am who I say I am?  What is it that you think you know to be true? 

Describe how you would discern the truth?IN ITS SIMPLEST DEFINITION, DISCERNMENT I FEEL IS NOTHING MORE THAN THE ABILITY TO DECIDE BETWEEN TRUTH AND ERROR, RIGHT AND WRONG. MAKING CAREFUL DISTINCTIONS IN OUR THINKING.

~ As the eyes and mind are subject to error, how do you know that the decision YOU make is the correct one?  What is right and wrong?  Who says so?  How do you know that YOU as the assessor assessed correctly when perfection is only a concept?  

Even if you exist, which you do, what truth exists within you? Can you be certain of what you believe to be true? SOMETIMES, AS OUR HEARTS DECEIVES ITSELF.

~ The heart is only an muscular organ that circulates blood and is therefore not privy to the senses.  How then may a heart be deceived? 

If you believe yourself to be one way, is it possible to find that in fact you are not that way at all? CERTAINLY....

~ How?

As truth is as subjective as good and evil, I DISAGREE ARACHNE.... THAT GOOD AND EVIL IS NOT ALWAYS SUBJECTIVE.....

~ Once upon a time there was a man and his family.  Having no job, no home, and no money, the man walked into a grocery store and stole a loaf of bread.  Although he and his wife had not eaten in 3 days, he had been able to steal food to feed his 2 children (ages 5 and 7).  Although it is wrong to steal, it is also wrong to let your children starve.  Is the man good or evil?  Is the man a thief or a provider?  Where lies the truth in this scenario?   

By intelligent design, are you saying that we were made as opposed to evolved? CORRECT...PUT TOGETHER...

~ When you stated put together, I saw an image of Mr. Potato Head.  

If we were designed, wouldn’t you agree that there are flaws to the design? IT'S CALLED EVIL,,,,, THE NEGATIVE INFLUENCE OF THE UNIVERSE.....

~ Negatives and positives are essential to each other.  To know one, one must know the other in kind.  Would you know a low without a high?  Would you know black without white?  Would you know day without night?  How would you tell the difference?  The earth has poles and polarity, right?  Magnets repel and attract, right?  A neg and pos exist on a battery, right?  What would happen if we removed all the negative?   

If there are flaws to the design, wouldn’t the designer be flawed? NOT NECESSARILY

~ Would you make something flawed?  If you KNEW you made something faulty, wouldn’t you throw it out and start over?  What if you were building a home for your mom and you found it to be faulty, would you let her move in?  If so, why?   

What is certainty to you? CONFIDENCE IN MY CONVICTIONS...

~Please define.

Who creates the wars and conflicts between nations? WICKEDNESS/EVIL/ SELFISHNESS,,,, YOU KNOW,,, THE NEGATIVE FORCES.....

~ So, you view the United States as wicked, evil, and selfish?  The US is much like that, however, we, as citizens can change that, right? 

Why are US citizens being beheaded in the middle east? Wouldn’t those in the middle east think of the US as evil in its actions? NOT AS EVIL AS THEY ARE.

~ Have you been in the shoes of someone from the middle east?  Do you have their perspective?  Isn’t evil a strong word? 

You now have the ball, my friend.



Likewise, my dear friend. I must ask you why you asked about our purpose in the here and now? TO REFERENCE A REACTION FROM YOU ABOUT YOUR BELIEFS FOR THE PRESENT AND FUTURE... UNDERSTANDING WHAT YOU SENSE ABOUT PEOPLE,,, WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE,,,, WHAT YOUR AWARENESS IS IN RELATION TO WHAT HAPPENS TO US AT DEATH. Why did you ask about time? WAS FEELING YOUR HEART,,, TO SEE IF IT WAS SENSITIVE OR HARDENED...

~ What did you determine? *Hint ~ Based on the life that I lived, I could be harder than hell and sometimes I choose to be the ice princess.  I accept full responsibility for my actions or lack thereof.  

Why did you want to know my response to good and evil? BECAUSE I'VE SEEN EVIL FACE TO FACE.... BUT NEVER HAD SEEN GOOD...

~ Wow!  If you have never seen good, why are you alive?  Usually people with such a bleak attitude knock themselves off.  I am not shitting you.  I have tried suicide, but I came to my senses when I realized that I love me.  The love of self never felt so good.  The love was like the loving arms of mother.  Do I make sense to you?  I’ve led an interesting life and I am not sorry for anything. 

If you have never seen good, why did you post all those pictures of you and your gal looking so happy?  Isn’t happy good?  Does happy exist?   

Are we still exchanging?