June 2021: Making the Most of my Situation

 Sunday yesterday felt like an elongated moment, wherein I (as time) seemed to take my time instead of finding more things to do and moving through them just to get them done. Perhaps this is because I have finally completed my preparations for the next couple of weeks of online classes. Here by myself in my apartment in the relatively small town of Wufeng, Taichung, Taiwan, I sometimes notice a space within myself that I might have once defined as loneliness. Nowadays, I simply breathe through it as part of my decision to untie myself from self-definitions, so as not to be defined, not even myself. A couple of very large birds just outside my main window have set up a nest, they and the geckos keep me company.

 I used some class time the other day to teach students about sound symbolism and how to look and listen more closely to words. I said the word “pharmacy” very slowly to clearly enunciate its three syllables, pharm (farm) a (uh) cy (see), and I then asked them what sounds they heard. Nothing! So, I explained to them that “pharmacy” sounds like “pharm/farm a/uh cy/see” or see a farm (which is where medicine used to come from before big pharma came along). Then I pointed out the name of a major vaccine supplier called Sinovac (see/no/vac), and asked them, what sounds do you hear? Still nothing. So, I tried the name of one of the so-called “remedies” for C19 called Remdesivir. Hell, I’ll just give that to you: rem/remedy + desivir = remedy deceiver or deceiver of remedy. As they say, it’s all in the words.

 Teaching online sometimes feels like I’m talking into a dark void of scattered awareness. While the technology generally seems to work, and students usually seem to be able to see and hear me, most of them do not take the initiative to speak out. Perhaps for fear of exposing their locations, I’m not quite sure. Therefore, it’s up to me to track them down, which I do by gently calling out their names and narrowing in on their presence. I liken this to coaxing frightened rabbits out of their dark dens to come out into the sunlight, see the green fields and eat the dandelions. Yea, that’s about it. Even if it takes me the entire first period (which is usually does), I will, one by one, get each of them to come out of hiding, sound off and sometimes even tell a story, sometimes.

 I talk a lot online to my students. The funny thing is, I feel that they might actually be listening more intently than they did when we were in the classroom. I’m guessing from their responses, that they don’t have anything better to do while being stuck at home. Come to think of it, I might even enjoy listening to Thomas if I were stuck at home in their shoes.

The Cost of our Syntax

Atlanteans - The Symbols, Sounds and Energy of Creation - Part 50

In moving along  today without getting bogged  down in this blog with all of the other questions coming up inside of my mind, the subject I’m pushing myself to remain “focused on” is once again related to syntax. Thankfully, every time I write this out, of which I usually endeavor to post only the bits I am able to understand a little and am able to explain somewhat clearly, I begin to see a little more clearly on the way to a complete understanding.

As I’ve said before, an interesting facet of our existence is that a record of everything that has always been, including the evolution or devolution of its design is still here as information, substance and/or derivatives of substance “in formations” of the symbols of creation, which one is able to investigate by reading the lines to see not only what has been created since the beginning, but also the movement of creation (as per its design changes) all the way up until the design of what is presently here.

And from this point (in short), we actually have the ability not only to understand how we’ve been (to the point of how we are right now), but also how we’re able to redesign ourselves and our entire existence essentially by rearranging the symbols, writing them right and test walking various designs until we’re ready to substantiate such designs into and as this physical existence.  For example of how we actually are, that we’re perhaps not realizing due to our misinterpretation of the symbols, let us have a look at the word “syntax,” because words never lie.

syn·tax

/ˈsinˌtaks/

noun: syntax

1.   the arrangement of words and phrases to create well-formed sentences in a language.: "the syntax of English". Google’s viewpoint/presentation.

As per my interpretation:

What is syntax, but a SIN TAX (as is clearly indicated within and as the sound symbolism of the word itself) that we pay in the currency of life debited or subtracted from each one’s opportunity to express as life to one’s potential.

How much we’re actually agreeing to pay by nullifying and/or sacrificing our potential to live is able to be seen, understood and even renegotiated by understanding the syntax of our words to (in short) identify where we are taxing ourselves via identifying the corruption of and as the words we cast out in the spells of our sentences, sentencing ourselves by, instead of harmonically specifying sound intentions designed and placed specifically as a matter of creation. 

And just to be sure that no one can credibly say, I was cheated, I didn’t know or I wasn't told, an invoice (in the words as the symbols of sound) of how much we spend of our sound-creative potential is always here for us to listen to and/or view within and as the syntax or sin-tax of our sentences.

There is a reason why those in power and control way up in the hierarchy have often sought to butcher the original properties of language, especially the widely used English language. Words, as the most powerful force of creation are the tools that have never (I guess) been fully understood.

In the old days, magicians, witches and the likes apparently knew how to use them to an extent by specifically writing their intentions into their spells to be cast out into the physical existence to influence (as per the resonance of the casts or molds) the targeted substances of the physical existence.

These days however, I guess the knowledge of how to precisely do this is very rare. And even if one does understand how to do it, they will surely also understand that the influence to the external environment is not only going to be temporary but also dependent on the extent of one’s understanding of the physical environment. 

In any case, for those who may have wondered why there is such a big top down push these days to butcher the English language even more with the introduction and enforcement of so-called politically correct syntax, look no further than the desire of the elite to continue disrupting people’s creative abilities by way of dictating and imposing their own syntax.

Why am I still bringing up this subject, investigating it and sharing my process in relation to it? Aside from that old saying, investigate all things… I feel (on the way to understanding) that it is going to be very, very important to for us to understand this point in the future (for our future), which is why I’m working on it right now.

And I’m going to leave this here for now.

Dreaming of Potential

A couple nights ago, just before I was about to fall asleep, I asked the question, where am I now? Actually, it was more like a “Where the hell am I and what the hell am I doing here?” undercurrent experience of impatience or restlessness - kind of like the way an impatient child will ask  again and again, are we there yet, how much more time until we arrive? And with that question, I found myself looking at what appeared to be a somewhat spherical cloud-like shape floating in the center of me. As I paused for a moment to examine this thing, the point that I found most interesting and even somewhat concerning was its lack of any defining statement or position, like a nothingness just kind of floating in the center of me. I’m like, that’s it, there’s nothing more? And then I fell asleep and had a dream.

 

In the dream, I was on a bus with a group of people traveling through an area that reminded me of the countryside of parts of Central America. We had made a stop or something like that and somehow gotten involved with another group of people. Perhaps they were just locals, but in looking back, the scene reminds me of a rebel base in the fields with people who had lots of different kinds of guns that they would fire off occasionally just for fun.  As the night turned to dawn, some of us that hadn’t already left began heading back through the field, back to the bus I guess.

However, as we were climbing out of a small ravine onto the road, one of the people I was with put his weapon, like an Uzi submachine gun, but with a steel box attached to one side of it, out onto the road above him so that he could use both hands to hoist himself up onto the road. Thinking to myself, what the hell is he doing putting that weapon out there in plain sight, I said to him, “hey, what are you doing putting that thing out there for everyone to see?” At that same moment, a pickup truck screeched to a stop a half a meter in front of us as though to block any chance of escape.  As I looked around us at the bigger picture, I saw the entire area swarming with police or soldiers rounding people up. Immediately, I assessed the possibility of escape by visualizing two possible scenarios and even though my odds we’re very low, I knew from instinct that I had to go for it because it was probably the best chance would get. In other words, I knew that the best time to escape, when the odds for success are the highest, is always, always before you get captured. Then, I awoke.

And now after analyzing this dream again and again via many iterations of this post, I begin to see the significance of my question as well as the answer. The weapons symbolize the abusive use of words (the greatest creative force/power in existence used as weapons or swords to harm instead of tools in support of each one’s potential), wherein an aspect of me still fears abusing (as I have in the past) this tool that was specifically placed here for us to create with) or even accidently kind of messing things up. This is actually a point of self-trust that I’m working on or walking. It’s funny; it  just occurred to me, the reason I always want to scream out, “can’t you see the writing on the wall, right in front of us?” is of a desire to have others take responsibility where we fear to, which I guess is also a prominent point in most people’s personal processes. So I’m not going to go into my rant on the code of the words of the symbols of the sound of creation… Really though, if you look hard enough and investigate long enough, it’s so easy to see the deception as well as the extent to which we’ve separated ourselves from the source of ourselves to the point that it’s kind of scary, because no matter how often I rearrange the words, the deception in the form of symbols in formations of words sentencing me/us to that which we’ve created via the word is still right in front of me within and as the words I intend to write right. Hah! And this is why it’s not enough to just rearrange the words, why it’s also necessary to redefine them.

Moving on. As for the question, “what the hell am I doing here…” that I've often asked myself, while I don’t recall seeing very many cloud-like blobs, I  would answer it shortly in this way. I’m “here” and I’m also still “there” as a trinity of the mind/being/body universe in the process of understanding oneness, equality, what is best for all within and as my bubble of life/source/substance potential. It really is like the opportunity of a lifetime. Additionally, I would say that the cloudlike substance of blah or nothingness represents the source/substance of life within and as which we as beings of potential are able to design and birth ourselves as life anew.

It’s way cool because it’s like each one of us (equally as one creating the whole) have the unique opportunity to decide, as per each one’s design of self (via the process of self-creation) who/how each is going to stand going into this next stage, cycle, age (or whatever you wanna call it)  of existence. The thing is, I'm fairly certain that there’s a catch, like a firewall I guess you could say. I think Jesus referred to it as the eye of the needle. Just imagine what safeguards or failsafe requirements would have had to be designed into this existence (before in the beginning as “the word”) in order to ensure that no-one not standing equally for and as all the life of this existence would have too much access?  Even though Jesus referred to this point as getting through the eye of the needle (metaphorically speaking for people of a different era), I think we could perhaps update this metaphor in consideration of modern technology, automated intelligence and so on. 

In getting back to my dream, I guess I as life (except for this tiny speck or cloud of potential) do not really exist - at least not yet. And this is I also guess what I, as a possibility or potential of life was looking at, my state of evolution as life so to speak, as a potential of life. In short, the way I view where I am right now, is in the process of creating myself anew as life. Or at least attempting to create myself as a new (and improved) life form of an existence that we (as one) semi-automated a long time ago (going back perhaps to the origins of AI and consciousness as lifeforms of Automated Intelligence) so as to facilitate the creation process while also ensuring (as best we were able) that the life of existence as a whole would not be corrupted by (lol) rogue actors or programs - I guess you could say.

Well, I guess that last condition may not have worked out as well as planned. Or perhaps it did; either way, this is also why I guess additional contingencies were put into place to begin with before we entered into and as existence as a whole - before the beginning. I’ll write more on this, as from my perspective (of beginning to see/realize my own deceptions within and as my word) it really isn’t a secret anymore, nor do I think this point should ever again be. Have a look. In order to see what was as who or how we have been since the beginning of and as “the word”, look no further than what is as who or how we still are as the words we are still using (often without understanding) to create with. For the most part, I guess only the pictures have changed.  Yet, as I see it, this is now changing, too - for the better, maybe.

So in getting back, back to my dream, as the dream has only to do with my perspective, the fact that there were so many weapons (or harmful words) and that the last part of my dream entailed me going into escape mode tells me (in short) that I’m still not yet ready to hatch into and as life. Not because I don’t want to, but because I have not yet proven to myself (as the gatekeeper of my very own eye of the needle) beyond a shadow of a doubt that I (as I am currently standing) am worthy of standing equally as one with all life (with complete access to all life). It always comes back to self-trust because this is the one place from which no one is able to hide - ourselves. I am working on this point and I’m glad to see that I as various forms of awareness are cooperating much better than before, essentially I guess in the process of  understanding what is here and standing in all ways as is best for all - every awareness, everywhere.    

Some corrections to my definition of Honor

For some time now, I’ve been working on explaining how and why we human beings came to be equipped with an AI that eventually became conscious, I think therefore I am and all that sort of stuff, where we’re heading as a race and how we might better ensure that the path we’re on is a path that really is best for all… Stuff like that.

Needless to say it’s a challenging task; however, what really gets me isn’t the isn’t a lack of relevant information, but the absence of language specific knowledge and/or skills with which to write it out the solutions into balanced equations of word. In other words, while I usually have my ideas on what I intend to write, actually writing it out in a balanced equation of words (aligned to my intentions) is difficult for me.

It’s as though I’m attempting to write that which I know, but have yet to walk, which is perhaps why I often find points very difficult to write out. The knowing within me says, I got this, it needs to be done and I can do it… And then as I begin typing out the words and I begin to notice the duplicity and deception in the words I’m writing (no matter how much I focus on balancing the equations), I still end up seeing once again the necessity of redefining words to a specificity that leaves no room for interpretations other than that which is completely aligned with the substance I intended to communicate. Which means that, instead of discussing AI today, I think I’ll just continue with the word, honor. LOL

In some of my previous posts, I had written about what honor signified to me and how I was in the process of redefining this word to a non polarized living word to use as part of the process of changing myself to stand in all ways as is best for all.  So I designed a method wherein I would intertwine the image of myself with that of my perception of others as a means of reminding myself to relate or do unto them as I would have others do unto me. For example, whereas in the past, I would simply imagine how I was best able to stand in relation to other people based on my judgments of their situations, I began experimenting with projecting my self-image onto them (or at least some of the ones that I focused on) to include the image of myself within and as my perception of them, in a sense, imagining myself standing equally as one with them in their shoes in the hopes of having a reminder as well as some incentive to stand honorably in relation to them.

Honestly, I really thought I had this point down because it seemed so easy. In imagining an image of myself and intertwining it with my perception of another, it just felt natural to treat that person with extra kindness, and there was zero resistance from my mind. In hindsight, that should have been a flag point right there because, during my personal process, I don’t think I’ve ever walked through to a point of real change without having to walk through resistance from my mind consciousness system. I guess the reason it seemed so easy without resistance was because, in projecting my image onto another for the purpose of doing unto another as I would have another do unto me, I was basically still catering to the self-interest of my ego.  So, back to the drawing or design board.

Whereas some words are easier for me, the word, honor has been quite agonizing for me. I guess this is because it’s been such a prominent point for me, misdefined unfortunately, and this is what I’m here to change.

Here is my new definition of honor and honorable, which I also write practical examples for and test it out. 

●     Honor: The  value of life that I live as a matter of respect in relation to all points of life (of which I am aware) by recognizing each point as a unique  perspective of life and respecting it specifically for its uniqueness, by standing  in relation to all perspectives equally as I care to have all perspectives stand in relation to my perspective.

●     Honorable: the ability to live the value of life as a matter of respect in relation to all points of life (of which one is aware) by recognizing each point as a unique  perspective of life and respecting it specifically for that uniqueness by standing  in relation to all perspectives equally as one cares to have all perspectives stand in relation to its perspective.

Undercurrents

 

This morning I am pushing myself to write about undercurrents of polarized self-definitions, because this is what I’m currently working on as part of my personal process within the Desteni I Process. So far, what I gather in relation to these undercurrents is that they are like preprogrammed, underlying ‘I am’ designs or self-definitions that activate (according to one’s interpretation of an environment) to create a conscious experience in relation to that environment, sometimes even leaving one to wonder, where the hell did that come from?

For example, I’m sure most people can relate to moments when someone looked at them in a certain way or said something whereby they suddenly they found themselves reacting (to that person or the word that was spoken) in a piercing tonality of irritation or anger. Although we often shrug such reactions off as somewhat regrettable, usually unpreventable and for the most part harmless, the reality is that they are preventable and they can be quite hurtful. In fact, piercing tones of frequencies interlaced into and as words can be very painful to both the transmitter and the receiver. That is why the word, ‘piercing’ is associated with words that hurt. Remember that just as the letters of ‘live’, can also symbolize ‘evil’, so too can ‘words’, be placed in such as way as to symbolize the ‘sword’ (that pierces), hence the term ‘piercing words.

They’re called undercurrents because they move under the surface of our personas. However, just as the undercurrents of the ocean can sweep unsuspecting bathers off their feet and drag them down to the lows, so too are these undercurrents (as part of the design of ourselves) able to drag the unsuspecting or unaware down, down, down. 

Thus it is for man to know thyself or more specifically, the design of thyself. Because, once we begin to see the design of ourselves, we also begin to realize how to change ourselves for the better. For me, it is a matter of self-trust. As long as there are undercurrents swirling around under the surface of my conscious awareness, for which I am not the directive principle, then I will be left with a fear of what’s below, from which uncertainty will flow, which will lead to me embodying a less than optimal stand - one that lacks a certain amount of self-trust.

In looking back at various instances wherein undercurrents activated ‘I am self-definitions’, I see how I had reacted on occasions only to wonder afterwards, how and why had I reacted so intensely. The reason I now realize was because of the way I had unknowingly preprogrammed myself to react in such instances. For example, not too long ago I abused the words I spoke as well as the person to whom I spoke them. In looking back, I realize that, while I was speaking, I was not even aware of what I was doing until I noticed that person experiencing some distress. Immediately, I changed my mannerism to be more amicable. Yet I was still left wondering: why had I done that, how could I have prevented it and how could I have bettered handled the situation?

In tracing my steps back, I see that I had polarized a definition of myself in relation to that person and certain words, in this case a string of words that were spoken. In other words, instead of standing as the directive principle, trusting myself to determine who I am in and as each ‘new’ moment, I had programmed myself with undercurrents based on polarized definitions of good and bad ‘if this then that’ reaction patterns. Why is this a self-defeating state to be in? Because, it leaves one reacting to new moments rather than responding as the directive principle within and as the understanding that, as each new moment is a new moment, the best way to relate and walk into all circumstances is to to do so with a clean slate so as to determine or calculate each move based on the new of what is here right now rather than the old that no longer exists or applies. 

For more on this (and there is so much more), I suggest checking out Desteni and/or the Desteni I Process Lite, a free online course. By investigating ourselves, i.e., seeing, realizing and understanding the design of what we’ve accepted and allowed ourselves to embody, we are then able to change or redesign ourselves as a matter of self-creation.

The Tools of Creation

I know, I am aware and I understand, but what's the difference? Some may think this question quite strange, and in the past, I was hesitant to expose myself as such a quest. I wrote and I wrote for a time, until I reached a point, wherein I did not perceive or calculate the answers in mind any further. So, I stopped for a time and waited for a sign, something other than a knowing.

Which would you say is better to utilize, knowledge derived from ledgers of legends based on calculations of minds that view everything from different perspectives, or the knowings of certainty for which there are no quantifiable, visible explanations? It is confusing and challenging sometimes to organize words coherently, romanize them from left to right to communicate in ways that other eyes are willing to look at and consider. Nevertheless, we are able to do so. So, here I go with the aim of better understanding so to communicate more clearly as I go.

I know, I am aware and I understand, but which One am I?

1. If I know (no) something, I am of course not that thing. So, why would we use such a sentence with the intention to communicate understanding of that thing?
2. If I am aware, of what (clay) am I a ware, or where exactly am I? I use “aware” quite often, but am I using it as effectively as I am able, effectively enough to communicate specifically and create in the same moment? No, I am not. Hence, quest to understand why and how I/we are able to correct the usage of our words.
3. If I understand, what exactly is it that I am standing under and supporting?

We create our wor(l)d with words of life, but are we living the words of the wor(l)d that we care to create? Symbolically speaking, words of life (L) are the tools by which we create our wor(L)d. Unfortunately, I guess that the instruction manual explaining how to properly use words (as tools of creation) was misplaced or secreted somewhere, leaving mankind in somewhat of a predicament.

Hence, the necessity to write to understand, explain and correct such lines of words by which we have sentenced ourselves to create without understanding the tools of creation. When and as I/we write right, letters as symbols, in ways that are best for all, the words in essence become alive, as living words, creating what is best for all, which is  right for all.  

As to what direction I head, it is the same as I have been, a journey to understand what is here. However, I now see there is “more” than just understanding what is here as life. Here is also the opportunity to live and express equally as one with life. Yet, in order to realize “the more,” what is best for all, I/we, must understand the creation process, which is how we create what is here, written in and as the spells of words.