Faster Papa, Faster!

  What could be more normal, and fun? A young father picking up his toddler kiddo under the armpits, and swinging the little fellow round and round as the short dude squeals with delight..."Faster papa, faster!"? What could be more normal, and at the same time, more alien to our very deeply wrecked world? Are there any happy families left? Do any kids, anywhere, have happy childhoods? See, a kind of "dysfunction" (what is your's again?) is presumed. Everybody is being hurried, harried, worried, and we suspect, also "cynically manipulated".
  Manipulated then by whom? or, to what end? And although it is difficult to discuss, we have these (or at minimum, I do) ideas, sort of half formed. A kind of generalized malice "out there", a cloud of bad joo joo imprecisely locateable, which we are (seemingly) obliged to duly "watch out for". Huh? How's about an example or two there, sport?
  Take a peek, over there, a few pages away in computer land. How about that mercury in vaccines gig? Uh, "excuse dis moose" (pardon my French) but why exactly are tankers dumping crud in the upper atmosphere? What (precisely) is in a "chem-trail" anyhow? Who is buying the flight time, and the fuel, paying the crews; and what, by-the-way, is the junk itself? Fluoride in the water, the dumbing down of "pubic" education, the destruction of family farms, there appears to be no shortage of themes available for us to imagine a kind of dimly lit, cigar smoke filled room. There, we find that fan slowly rotating overhead with (genuine!) "shady types" seated round a table (with fedoras maybe covering eyes?) who evilly plot the downfall of...(fill in the blank here) uh, somebody or other. So, uhm, would that committee of wrongdoers happen to have a name? Do the members have phone numbers that I might be able to call?
 Why sure! Ain't it obvious, it's them rascals, the tri-lateralists over yonder, or would that be the Illuminati we're thinking of?...I can never quite put my finger (precisely) upon the name...but it's clearly those secular humanists and atheists causing all the ruckus around here. Or would that be the progressives, and Darwinists in our midst? I can never quite recall...
  Such as it is thus; we "locate the problem", and it just never seems to have an accurate mailing address, which a chap could forward his hate mail to. This is the crap-zookie (son of crap-zilla) which lives in my head. It appears to (oddly enough) be "convincing", not in lieu of real evidence, but because of it? And in the meantime, "faster, Papa, faster!" our numb hearts...dimly recall.
  We want a "clean, glad, normal", we'd like to see again children singing, old ladies cracking good jokes, grandpa farting (again?), and the sheer good joy of life. Sadly, we appear, by present circumstance; to be "forced into" a mere remembrance of such stuff. Afraid of all the wrong things, i.e., black widows, rattlers and carnival workers. We, the deeply wary of strangers, of the homeless, and the crazy. Associating then, only within the bounds of "our kind" (what exactly was your "kind" again, I appear to be unable just now to recall?..), we propose "security" as our goal. And that, my friend, is nuts. The one and only thing you can never ever have, here in earth; at least, on your terms, it is this, we "demand"?
  It's a bit like those folk who enter an on-ramp on the Interstate at 45 m.p.h., in the name of "safety"... which is the absolutely most dangerous thing a driver could do? These flatly counter productive results, just keep on resulting  of "our good intentions" (do they really exist?) and are plainly predictable, and also always "surprise us"? In the fall, at the train-wreck of Eden, we landed upon our heads. Our thinking (among other things) is no longer functioning correctly. You are scared of spiders you never see, and of people you do. We, bothered by nearly invisible cadres of smoke filled rooms full of malice ridden men without faces, and plainly ignoring the butt-ugly pervert, self proclaimed "god of this age"? To us; invisible men are the "problem", while the clear manifestations of foul spirits are cleanly "overlooked"? Since Eden at least, this be the "new normal" down on this smoky prison planet.
  Or, take for our example here; "modern" people simply rejecting the N.T.'s flat declaration that demons were simply scared spit-less by our Captain, while they (us, I mean) simultaneously affirm, that His very historical existence is an "iffy" proposition? It's difficult, it's hard to be this stupid! Some type of "enchantment" perhaps then? In the fall, we landed upside-down, squarely upon our poor noggins, and this mental wreckage is become our "new normal"? And yet, "faster, Papa, faster!" our hearts (sadly now) yet cry out. We can't help ourselves here. The deeply real, the Biblical; has lately waxed "mythic" (read as: "a lie"), while simultaneously, the swiss cheese, that hole-filled, nearly not-there-ism of ours, is now become the fixation? Our minds are malfunctioning I tell you. Scared by mere ghosts of the past, and of leaves fluttering in the wind, we the sons of Adam, have become thus. Sad, broken wrecks...yep, that's us
  In my case, the "church" I was forced to attend as a boy was wildly "liberal" in it's doctrine. I mean liberal in the bad sense here. Doubting the "times tables", while affirming imaginary numbers, does not qualify as "progress" in my mind. I, for one would much prefer a militant atheist any day, to a squishy "believer". The pointless premise that Jesus was a very "loving person", and that we too would all benefit (in a mainly indescribable fashion) if we could just cough up a bit of compassion every now and again, ain't "progress" neither Pally. The plainly lurid, and flatly violent presentation of our Champion, that to (finally) refuse Him, will land you (eventually) thrown ass-over-teakettle into a kind of soul inferno, is ... kinda "overlooked" around these parts.
  Haven't you noticed? The usual "objection" to the Way, is usually prefaced with, "I grew up in a "hellfire and damnation" preaching church, and can't stand that type of thing. Uhm, could you please give me it's address? I'd love to visit! I say, no human ever, and certainly none since; has begun to approach the flat out bizarre-pants, scary declarations of this, our grand King.
  Prior to His arrival, a kind of fuzzy after-life gig, a "sheol" of souls was "here"...somewheres. He went, way, way out of His way to clear up that little doctrinal hiccup, and proposes instead a kind of smoking landfill of the dead, a place of pointless rage at the real, a never ending repetition of old hurts, always freshly being re-opened to hurt all over again. Those, in that horrid place, never (ever!) "just get over the hurt". Did we mention yet, by the by, that said landfill is on fire? We see here; THE wildly fierce and intense Dude, perpetually imagined (by us) as this soft-squishy? THE Ballsy man's-Man, ever and always pictured as effeminate, wimpy and (basically) a big pansy? Huh? How did that (of all possible errors) ever crop up? We (clearly here) are "getting it" just almost exactly ass-backward...again. Our minds are wrecked. We; fearing "heights", and also, at the same moment in flat denial of Him-on-high? Thus, it is formatted as a "both/and", we get both wrong...perpetually, historically, and I testify to this wreckage being in me!
  For example; I was taught as a boy to love my enemy. "Why bother?" thought I. He says, "When your enemy slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the left". I wondered. Why not just blow his effing kneecap off? ...He won't do that again! Are we preaching that the only Sane man (ever!) came all the freaking way down here, to say... "Be nice!"? Is that it? This stupid misery your "gospel" too? Keep it Bub, ain't interested. If the King of Jews (of all people!) isn't "deeply interested" (at the very minimum!), in ending this insane fiasco down here, and of permanently breaking this idiot rebellion down here; fashioned by that psycho (the enemy), I'd like to know how precisely is it, that I (clearly part of the problem) somehow became "better" at loyalty than He? What's up with that mouth racket? And I say, we are seeing things just about backward...again.
  The short-skinny here is that basically the Guy is Coming...and that's our (we human carbon units I mean) the REAL problem! He is coming...to war, to burn, and to judge. It is "future history", it's going down...for certain. Uniformly, the testaments join in the unified witness, "Flee! Run for your stupid life!". See? The hell of fire is specially designed for that rat (his infernal lowliness), and his traitor scum slaves, those frauds, those wrecks, those "ex-persons", whom the champion of Israel, Michael pitched out of heaven. He was unceremoniously dumped...here! And to the flames he shall surely (and rightly!) go, there exists zero hope for his kind, and he knows it! Let's you and me split, NOW! Amen! But see, the humans, they, those "little scoundrels" (you I mean), can be, and are being, regularly sheared off from their rotten slave masters. Those ex-angels, were (thank the One!) scared piss-less by His very presence. They, if nobody else in those days; "knew Him". There thus remains hope...for the humans...only. Deal with it. And so, by grace, under the sovereign treaty betwixt Papa and Son, there is One, and precisely One, safe "Place". Uh, that would be "Mr. Place" to you Pal.
  Let's us use that schema then, to decode that "turn the other cheek" jazz. No matter what a complete bunghole be he, Shia or Sunni, never mind what a complete shit he is; with his lousy assed beheadings, the little jerk can yet be found and turned back! Hey, it happened even to me, Mr. Bunghole extraordinare!
  I hated God's effing guts. What a wimp! What a big pansy? How did that mess happen anyhow? "When is the Almighty going to grow a pair?"; I wondered. And He's got the nerve to tell me (of all people?) to "be ye perfect"? How's about You (Sir) get real?...for a change? How's about You just do your job right (for a change) and run this stinking world right for five consecutive minutes eh?" That ugly misery, "was me", and frankly I suspect it of you too. You see? We, in Adam; are just about upside down, and perpetually ass backward. We have it almost exactly wrong (and on our own, we must!).
  But we are never really alone! I tell you, I have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the Righteous-One. He covers-up my sad life, and my absurdly bad track record; with an goodness not mine own. I wear, (like Jacob) my older Brother's robe, and thus "confuse" the Papa! He thinks...(dig this) I'm Him! And it was the only way left open. Trust me. Thus, I inherit a blessing not-mine, but yet gladly made-mine, as THE gift... That's reality baby. At the root of gospel is Covenant Sanction. The blessing and the cursing, and I also (of myself) own none of the blessing, and I am not, nor ever really was,"of, nor by, myself". Might as well deal with it today, I figure.
  Thus, in the bumper sticker version of scripture, "Everybody burns. So, your call is to burn brightly with, and in Him". For us humans, the only "other option" available...is to burn alone!. Gadzooks! And if we pointlessly attempt to fight Him, we shall surely lose. It is precisely here, that our hope as humans lives. He, as Warrior-Champion (at truly alarming levels of intensity), Personally guarantees, that all evil shall come (in "that day") to an abrupt, and completely perpetual halt. But there is yet time! The humans are leaving that wretch, that psycho-puke, by the score, and then by the ten thousand, and so by the billion, I tell you! Across the age, and around the world, He is Single-handedly, against all the opposition of man and devil, He is, in plain sight, carrying off the Dunkirk to end all Dunkirks. The Fireman (His-Ownself) runs the biggest rescue operation ever, robbing the enemy blind!
  So then, if you are unable (just now) to fear Him, I shall fear him friend, for you today, and turn the cheek, whack away! I don't care how bad a human you are (and let's face it, you suck) there is yet time, and I knowing somewhat, the sane and sober fear of Him, can see that day coming, surely coming. If we share nothing as kinsmen, nor countrymen, we yet share this in common; flesh and blood! And I would wish upon no man, that Holy Terror, The King, in His Uncreated fury!
  Back when I was "alone", knowing nearly nothing of the base treason which is sin, I diagnosed then, our "problem" as some type of insanity. Oddly, I was right, just not right-enough! He is, among other things; making us like the Son, and so, deeply sane! So we, now coming to fear (with Help) the right thing for a change, (Mr. Thing to you), today fear no man, nor any cadre of devils.
  Care to join me? You are surely welcome! It is for Another's sake, to Another's praise, by Another's power..."SomeBody Else" is picking up the tab.
  It was the only way left open. And none (but He) can close! Amen, and Faster, Papa, Faster! He's so good, it's scary!

My Recipe for Water

  We could, I suppose; begin a water cult now that we have the recipe for the stuff. I've been thinking it over some, and for five bucks I think I can see my way clear to make you a high-priest (or priestess as the case may be) in our new water cult... Interested?
  We have not yet come up with a catchy name for the cult, or worked out any of the major doctrines yet, but boy; do we have great drinks!...or what? Even better (?) than the Christian drug of choice, caffeine! Wowsers.
  Now the perverse feature of a blog which is formatted in this fashion, is that somewhat like a scroll, one reads. However, in order to read it aright, you have to stand on your head, or at minimum read it backwards. See? The format is bottom-up, and so previous entries appear as "below". So then; I am modifying my prior recipe a bit, and frankly, it's far, far, for the better!
  We keep the "spinny, dopey, con luz" gig, those aspects are basic it seems to me. However, since composing that mess a few weeks ago, I have since finished Dr. Pollack's improbably good read; "The Fourth Phase of Water". This bad-boy is "book-zilla", it's alarmingly good writing in my humble estimate. And I am definitely a "book person", I should be able (by now) to recognize good writing. Okay, Tolkien he ain't, but who is? Get real. Excellence in writing, how is it done anyhow? Beats me!...but we kinda already knew that Pal. But, back to my recipe for water, Dr. P. said somewhere in there, that salt tends toward collapsing (or restricting was it?) this boundary-type wet stuff. So, salt has got to go. That's the only loss, but there remain two gains I never even dreamt of when writing "Spinny, Dopey, Aguas Con Sal y Luz" a few weeks ago.
  Part of the new recipe comes tangentially from Dr. Pollack. I was so stoked by his work, that I e-mailed the guy. He was nice enough to squeeze in a response. Very funny, "human-type" of dude. In brief; in trailer-trash-speak (my native tongue), he is "good people". So, I asked about ice cubes at Village Inn (don't get me started); and his response included the throwaway line that, in the coffee, "near ice" the EZ water would ordinarily be present...and this got me wondering again! What if we ditch the salt, and try placing atop the "Nolte-like device" (prepare yourself...) ice cubes? "Sta muy bueno homeboy!", to put it mildly; in Spanglish. But we ain't done yet Bubba, not by a longshot!
  So, the last fix (which I anticipate developing) I suggest for our little cult's water recipe, is the dope itself. Up until about four hours ago, I would have agreed with the generalization; "dope is dope" (to imply "superfood" powders). Sure, we can get several flavors, and certainly the texture and grind of the stuff might vary according to taste. I am now in full surrender mode. I have come out of my hide-out, and agree with the Sheriff. Arrest me already, will ya? Laying down my sword, and I ain't gonna make war no more!..at least on the dope issue. You see my friend, I have stumbled upon dope-zilla, the mother-lode of dopey-qua-dopiness, as it were. The King Kong of dope I tell you... well, at least as far as spinny water goes, I would affirm.
  Excuse me George, but is this turning into some kind of info-mercial? At what point does the other shoe drop, and I hit you with the sales pitch? Answer: Never! Figure out what product I refer to your own self will ya? But onto the recipe eh?
  In the first place, it's not that different from the previous essay we cite above. Why repeat that stuff? Let's just talk about the new improved species okay? So, start with basically de-chlorinated water. The "hard" way is to spend seven bucks, and buy a decent activated charcoal filter. Calvinists in general, being notorious cheapskates will find (trust me here) a way to "not". So, the lowball method is as I noted above in the other C.P.E., is to simply pull water from the tap, and let it out-gas. That nasty junk will simply go away if you give it time. Next, all that essay guck stated previously about the "Nolte-like device "(Pic-Quik cups, Wal-Mart practice golf balls), still holds true. Proceed to spin the water through there six or eight times as previously discussed. The difference is to add ice, (cubed, not crushed?) atop the toy golf balls. If you use tap temperature water (let's guess 70 degrees?) the water chills very rapidly, so adios Mr. ice cube. Repeat the process with the same water, and new cubes. This time they melt much slower. About six reps into the process, start looking for bubbles (not foam) rising to the top, and staying for approximately 3 (?) seconds. Spoon in the dope. For a 52 oz. sized drink cup, I'm adding about a c.c. of the green meanie in question. We are not trying to "flavor" the water here, but rather to get the bubbles atop the surface to stay put better. The good dope will do so for perhaps a half minute? Dope-zilla by contrast, still has live ones present after about ten minutes (?) just now, in my cup. This is my first day with d-z, and so I don't actually know the duration here. In short, this powder ROCKS! The final step remains true. Pik-Quik cups are extruded from a clear plastic, so you use a small mirror and set your cup outdoors in the sunshine on the mirror. Then, you bother an h.v.a.c. guy for a lousy scrap of single-wall galvanized flue pipe. Mine is four inch pipe, and about a foot long for example, and it is vaguely C-shaped, in that the two joints were never linked to build a circle. Think of those old photos of celebs at Palm Springs soaking up rays with little pieces of sheet metal. Skin cancer city! Then, buy (or borrow) a brick. Use it to prop up the sheet metal. With the spinny dopey bubbly in the sunshine, you position the flue, so to further bounce light into our stew. Nine minutes maybe? And then, don't forget to pour the stuff back and forth a couple of times again, and thence proceed to pour it down your neck! That's the sum of it. So how about that five bucks you owe me?
  Picture Bambi. That adorable rascal is out (with Merle Haggard perhaps?) somewhere in the middle of Montana. The choice for a drink arises. Do you (Miss Bambi), choose to drink from the scenic lake, or would the brook feeding the lake be better? If you answered "the brook", you are now qualified to become a priest in the cult. At least, that's what I figure.
  Now, if the basic premise of the crazy pants essays is to somehow or another yak about the Almighty, in seemingly accurate tones, where do we go from here? The other water recipe posting ended up on a riff having to do with the Name, and our participation in the risky business of trying new things. In it, I concluded that essentially, as we fear Him, we in turn; become "scary little dudes" ourselves (to others), but it's a good-scary! So then, have we anything to add here?
  Let us proceed thusly, to speculate freely in that cartoonish manner we have all come to expect over here, shall we? Today's "insight" I propose as; think, "soul water". Far more than any metaphor or simile, there is something very "goddy" about water. The goop is downright "spiritual"! In some sense, like water (or is it fire? or would that be light?), He Himself IS..."a drink" for our sad weary souls. Life is just one damned thing after another. Life is that profoundly distressing set of "interruptions" of what it was that I assumed I was "supposed to be busy doing". At work, and at home. At church, in the mail, on the internet, just about everywhere, things appear to conspire against time budgeting, prioritization, and effective execution of tasks. The phone rings...what again? That co-worker is still bugging us with his lousy stories about his "ex", and expects us to care, and pay attention to his blockheaded problems? Please, I'm kinda busy over here Pal, can we just get back to work(?)...please? Every white person I know, and Calvinists (with a vengeance) are "all covered up"; the schedule is already over-packed: "We have just GOT TO weed out some of this!". Sound familiar? And let's just face it; whom among us, even has the TIME to be fooling around "making water" as the cult prescribes? We are desperately thirsty for..."something" (more precisely, Some-Body), and want a "fix"...real bad!
  For instance, witness the multi-jillion dollar industry of "energy drinks". True, those drinks do jazz-stoke you up some, and are in fact, bubbly and wet. Much like good water there eh, Bambi? In our era, the universal solvent is ordinarily "dead water", or worse; stripped! I today predict that one day, distilled and R.O. water will either die as products for lack of interest, or plainly be outlawed. Stripped water is junk. Good drinking water is not merely H2O! The good Doctor P. calls that liquid "bulk water". In the book, he states clearly that we deal (herein) with H3O2 in addition to what you expected in there; and without some of that jazzy electric water stuff in your cup, the drink is mighty boring.
  We want something which we can't (ordinarily) find. Who even has a good spring nearby to drink from? And with deer piss in there (shame on you Bambi!) and all kinds of viral nasties, in even Montana's streams, we end up "needing" chlorine? Yuck. Just about every home treatment device or technique of "making good water" is (in fact) the "best on the market", and if you don't believe it, just ask 'em! How can everything be "the best"? So I am proposing that we need two waters, a "soul water", plus a decent drink of wet stuff, now and again. But I am guessing that there may well be a connection between the two. Who knew?
  We discuss the True Drink, (Mr. Drink to you) but this isn't an exclusively "spiritual" conversation. Tell me, why would it be insane to guess that Mr. Drink might well lead us carbon units into a glad toast? Why would He (of all people!) refuse a drink of cold water to one of His tykes? And mightn't we lawfully suppose that that said Drink-Meister Himself is very able to lead his kiddos to a real quencher? None of that buzzy-speedy nervous jazz of those caffeine laced, sugary goo, plus B-vitamin bombs here. No-sir-ee!
  The whole premise then (it appears to me at least), of "a drink"; really ought be to refresh! A gleam in the eye maybe? A smile, and friendly greeting maybe? It ought to have a "bounce", an "up" to it, and not that same nervous-itchy blast which taurine and caffeine yield. That running at the mouth (the nonstop talk), and the feel that everybody is just standing too close, have gotta go! A real drink should be "sweet", but not with that grotesque hydrogenated corn-syrup crud. There might even be some bubbles? Carbon dioxide is the wrong gas, how's about some oxy please?
  Big news flash...He's like that! Or more precisely, water (real spring water baby, or better-yet fresh rainwater!) is itself a dim reminder, a distant whisper of the reality which is HIM. And I, for one, stick my foot right in it, just here, and say "damned straight!". Wet stuff, is a little bit "like Him"! Odd, don't you agree, that on my own, I never, ever would have correctly predicted this reality? How did I miss that for half of a century anyhow?
  A good drink mi amigo, is always, always a pleasant surprise. We might as well deal with it. For under three bucks, your life can change...for the better! So, I guess if we burn three from five, you only owe me two.

Hexa-Dimensional Hyper-Pointery, et al

  Months ago, I was all proud of myself for coining; what I deemed to be a really cool sounding, "heavy" term. Later on, I googled it, and found that somebody had already beaten me to the punch, and previously invented the stinker!
  Don't ask me what that actual definition refers to, go google it for yourself. But, you've gotta love the sound, the texture, the sheer "gee-whizmo" factor of "hexa-dimensional hyper-point"... don't ya? Kinda rolls right off the old tongue-eroo, huh? Sounds "dense", maybe even "deep"? In reality, isn't this just yet another bizarre-pants brain episode of mine (you, no doubt wonder), and then we could safely infer; "Get over it, and move on Bub", might best serve here? But no, I just keep massaging the little guy, hoping (perhaps) to breathe new life into my version? Like maybe, we can get two h.d.h.p. models into reality, even though one is real, and one is clearly bogus?
  Since I do not "speak math", the actual h.d.h.p. (as a discipline) is a nearly incomprehensible (as, with that hefty moniker; it rightly ought be!) topic. So, "In what way is my h.d.h.p. different from the genuine article?", you might ask? Boy, am I glad you wondered that!
  In the first place thus, we proceed to mind-experiments. Think Euclid...on crack! I imagine (and we'd best keep that word here!), a point, then a line proceeding, then a plane processing, and finally a cube developing. Derived; one from each other, we kinda "grow" in dimensionality per se.
  A point then, is a stand-alone. Two of the little guys linked, format a line. A "rotation" of same allows for a promulgation of a planar "flat surface". A new "rotation" of same, yields "depth", so to generate a cubic, a "solid". Ya with me here? So far; me and that Euclid cat, are on the same page, kinda-sorta... yet I wonder. Would "Euc" view a point as dimension number one? If that were the case, wouldn't a cube be considered dimension number four? So, maybe the Euc-ster and I are not on the same page after all?
  The basis of this geometric system then (mine, at least), is "point". Is this "point" thingie a bit like the number "one"? Without the "one", we get no counting, no arithmetic, no calculus. But with it, all that math-stuff is do-able, and regularly done. The basic rule of: "Every time we add one, we always, always; get 'the next number'". This is an unprovable premise (I think), but remains an awfully darned handy tool to apply! So, with application; we find that the "theory comes alive"!
  Application-wise then, we commence to imagine. Take then, the "point" as our irreducible "one". Further, apply the "rotational" aspect of dimensional leaps, and let's fire 'er up, and make that baby go! Try this, describe a circle with your right hand, in a "clockwise" fashion, as viewed from your right side. Stop. Now do one from the left hand, so that circle (number two) rotates also clockwise, as viewed this time, from your left side. Notice anything? One thing I notice is that it's about impossible to simultaneously spin hands contrary to each other directionally. They keep ending up going the same direction. The second feature of our imaginary construct is that they indeed do rotate in opposite directions, okay? Your hands can't go there, but your soul, your mind can. That is the big brainwave over here, okay?
  In then the case of a "line", have we forgotten that the line itself, could easily "rotate" upon itself? Mom's rolling-pin does this when she makes tortillas as I recall. So then, a line could rotate in two ways. One, in-and-upon itself, and the other, out-and-away, so to speak. You can either roll-out dough, or swing the roller like a ball-bat! We consider the former. Thus, a rotational line, "begs the question here"...doesn't it just? If we view the end of the line as spinning clockwise, and then scoot around to the other end; so to see that other end also doing likewise, do we thereby yield a surprising, and unguessed Euclidean dimension at some "point" along the "line"?
  This is the basic image is in my mind. Or think instead of a baseball, as our "point" (point waxed- large, in that case). So, from a "dual -clockwis-ean" axial spin then, we find one half of the ball, spins opposite to it's other half! And that is about all, I'd suggest here. A "single-dimensional" point, can thus possess two dimensions, due to spin. Who saw that one coming? This image then, propagated across a volumetric "solid", ought logically yield an h.d.h.p.! Don't you agree?
  Little girls used to play with "jacks" when I was a kid. Do they still? Beats me. A "jack" is a three dimensional cross. And, if you'd like, you can give the jack a spin, and up-she-stands, twirling away. The center point of same is a "3-D cross", left-right, then up-down; added to a front-back "double-cross", ya dig? So the h.d.h.p. is a "jack", with the alarming feature of each end, (as viewed from that end) being "seen" as spinning. The center point (that one point down in there, where axes intersect); is in some sense "rotating six directions", simultaneously! Ain't it great?
  Or consider likewise, a sphere (like the Earth), spinning. Does that same Euclidean line, which forms the actual axis, does that line itself spin-with Earth as she goes, or does it "stand-still", while all-else rotationally swings about it? In my model, I am asserting a spinning axis, but moreso, it's converse is true, simultaneously co-existent along the same line. This proposes a "point" spinning two directions simultaneously. This oddity being propagated across three intersecting axes "the jack", ought yield a point at the center; "rotating" in six directions. Are you still with me?
  So, what in the world might the application be for such an imaginary construct? What do we do with such a proposed h.d.h.p. in any case? Uh, well; not to weird you out too badly here, but...swallow it! Put the hyper-point in you! That's my take on it.
  Take a peek at You Tube. How many vids are there out in cyber-land featuring "body-energy", or the Chinese discipline of Chi gung? Only about a jillion or so? Last year, when I crashed my shoulder, and turned her into a smoking junkyard, I became interested in the ideas of "intentional healing", and of "chi". To what degree are we "passive", and to what degree "active" in the healing process? The extremely brief version here is that the h.d.h.p. "fell out" of my speculations. Take the disastered shoulder, and "spin-up" the hyper-point (just imagine!). Breathe, use your fingers to "direct energy", and as you exhale; "place it, (the h.d.h.p.) in" the injury area. Incidentally, I began also (last year) to "see" light.
  I mean by this, not to alter our imaginary construct much, but to add this. Go outside for a minute, and glance at the sun. We "remember light", in "the back of our mind", and can so "place it, (also) in" the hyper-point. Visualization, breath work, and persistence. The result? Doctor Romanelli, said: "I wish all my patients were like you. I don't know how you did it, but your recovery is amazing." The Doc also told me, that at one point (early on), he was considering a whole shoulder replacement, instead of attempting to repair the trash-heap which was mine. Try doing that spin-up with the h.d.h.p.. Place it in your sore place; and then tell me how it goes for you!
  Story two; I have been taking over the counter anti-histamine junk for allergies, every single spring-time since 1981...except for this year! I "spun-up" a pair of hyper-points, and "placed them" in my sinuses. Make the sign of the "jack", light 'er up, and with that little rascal all lit-up and bright and spinning...result? Zero allergy pills taken. The miserable symptoms "threatened" but just never arose to the point of my demanding pill-relief this spring. Energy instead of pills? Who knew? Is that even legal?
  Question; to what degree are such things "psychological" (along the placebo-effect, line of reason), and to what degree is the phenomenon a "real" or physiological change? Are we talking "attitude" or more-so, "aptitude"? And I think the answer here is; "Yes". We are ourselves a "hopeless entanglement" of psyche with soma. We are spiritual animals, souls with hair.
  We, in the West, generally (and deeply!) distrust "soul-power". In our book, we would be a good deal more comfy if "soulish" things just went away. It all smacks of the "New-Agey", it's those Californian flakes, or worse, the occult traitors. But, for my two-bits, I'd affirm a "new-thing" in Earth...(that would be "Mr. New-Thing" in Earth, to you Bub).
  That King, Mister New-Thing speaks of an "abundant life", and of a pressing down and of a running over, a "lively-living", if you will. And if you are like me, this sort of talk makes us un-comfortable. I do not mean to attempt to "comfort" you in your discomfort. Why bother? Hey, be uncomfortable. Life is scary! Risk is real!
  But tell me "the alternative"? Life is dangerous, because He is! The ideas of "fitness", or of "endurance", and how to build them. What can it all mean? He is the One whom we ultimately "endure". He is the "dreadful presence", which once "in it" we realize, "Ah, this (right here!), is "why" we were being taught, back on "old Earth"; to endure!". Even the holy-fierce angels must shield their eyes, and cry out "Holy!" in that One's presence. Strength was never intended for any other end, than to be able, in "that day", to tolerate (and then, to flourish-in) that darned-scary Presence!
  Spin 'er up! You will need to be strengthened before-hand! Might as well get started then...

The Verb: " To Sprint, Intuitively"...

  According to my pal Dave, we (humans, that is) are "abstraction building machines". I love that description! The abstraction which currently appears on my plate is an idea, of which, it is not clear to me how best to say. In the past, the thing for me here has been to just begin speaking, and see what emerges. That "concept" then is: "Why is there no ready verb available in my vocabulary to express 'to run, to sprint...intuitively' as an expression?".
  For all of his malicious Darwinism, Richard Dawkins has nonetheless mightily contributed to "progress", in his coining of the word "meme". A kind of text, or pattern which is contagious, and reduplicates in the world at large, a bit like a biological gene; or to that effect, I take the man's meaning. Where (precisely) do new words come from anyhow? Is it legit to simply make them up? And getting back to Dave for a moment; he also says that; "Intelligence, by definition; is the ability to deal (well!) with indeterminacy". Gosh; that Dave guy, what a brainiac!
  The abstraction here in this C.P.E., thus revolves around finding a word to express, "to burst out (to imply speed?), in a semi-lazy and roundabout fashion". You know the drill here, all that psycho-babble about those of us (meaning you, more than me) who are "type A personalities". The "pushy and bossy" is the picture we think of. You've met the guy. The idea of being "driven" then, why is there no ready cognition of the "drawn"? In this particular crazy pants essay, I am inferring that the "opposite" of "to drive" is "to pull, or perhaps to entice". You know this guy too, he is called "mellow". You secretly wonder if the rascal has "a thing for" marijuana? These "types" inside our heads never formally function as raw input, (they can't really) but instead, evabuddy is a mixture of the two. Like that whole Jungian intro-versus-extro-vertian gig. There are no pure "types" available, we all do both; under various circumstance. Is there a noun then to name that laid-back, pushy person...meaning "you"? Why this arbitrary stupidity in us of assuming that one end of any given bell-curve predominating, is; "me"?
  Proceeding from this shabby surmising then, we almost immediately encounter that Dave vato again. The capacity to think indeterminately, to "ballpark" things into a not-precise generalized gathering "place", boots up peculiarly at the very outset. In brief, we discuss, an heirarchal view toward truth itself. You see this with little kids all of the time, ultimately the reason you (kiddo) must do as I (the parent unit) say, is; I say so! Somebody has just got to "say so"...somewhere! Clearly, we observe in this sort of thing, the linkage between authority-unto-"truthyness" (to coin another new word), as an identity marker. It normally appears as a "not" function, as in; "I may not know who I finally am as a person...but definitely I am not like that goof over there!".
  Swamped thus, in a polar schema of "opposites" we "feel" that it would somehow be "wrong", or at minimum inaccurate; to mix "types". And even though I cannot certainly declare of which type I am, I can; and do, assert that I am NOT-like that lazy good for nothing over there, or alternately considered, NOT-like that pushy loudmouth yonder. We keep duplicating this bizarre pattern in our brains (or is it hearts?) and due to this twin feature of demanding determinacy, plus a collapse into "both" categories simultaneously, we become "blind" to authority itself, "forgetting ourselves" so to propose an Van Tilian "would-be autonomy"...ya follow? There remains for us therefore, only "idealized" ends of the spectrum, of which neither is (completely) true of ourselves. Uncomfortably, we are thereby forced into the assumption that authority-qua-truth resides...in the "me"! What a mess we've made of things!
  Paul Harvey (God rest his soul) would likely interject at this point, a demand for less jargon, and more "shirt-sleeve English"! That same demand would yield (I'm guessing here) a single word to express the act of "moving swiftly, and intently, in a mellow, relaxed fashion". Sure wish I could think of it! That Harvey-ian line of thought ought also yield a noun to name that stinker. I would suggest that the "problem" here, revolves around our dismissal of the True King. Without His assertions, His "I SAY SO'S"; we must flounder around just precisely here; like so many beached codfish. Minus real Author-ity, our identities crash into mutually destructive "opposites". We end up occupying that "space", of "knowing good and evil"; and what a trainwreck that's been, eh? Of the two, we cannot affirm of which kind we certainly "are", but consistently declare instead, what we are "not". What a bunch of chaos...we indeed are!
  The final "dave-ism" we draw from today is the insight along these lines is that our minds format information narratively; rather than "factually". No amount of facticity can "compel" a new thought, but rather we are "drawn-in" by stories told, retold, and remembered. You see this type of thing all the time, and I won't weary you further with declamations to "prove" same. Do you remember the time Dad and you went...? Went where? It doesn't much matter, because the story is intended to be repeated, and so, "learned by heart".
  A couple two or three stories then suffice, for the covenantal hierarchal modus:
  So the "covenant lord" on Earth in those days was this stinker rascal by the name of "Usurper". This cat was, well,; shall we just say here, more than a bit "ethically challenged". He had some pretty interesting events happen in his life, and old "User" (as his pals dubbed him), was once-st upon a time, boogy-ing across nowhere in particular. Have you been there? It's a bit like Deming I think. Anyways, he has this episode, where he zonks out, and has a weird dream, where he sees "angelic beings" climbing and descending... ladders? He wakes up and says; "Yep El was surely here", so he builds a pile of rocks, pours oil on it, and names the "place". And perhaps something could be made of that name? Maybe for tales told 'round the dinner table perhaps? If you could visit inside my skull, you'd note the response instead, "Huh?' waxing-large around, in this here braincase.
  What in blue blazes is that bizarre-pants narrative doing inside scripture? Aren't these supposed to be "holy" men, and "holy" stories? Oh, by the way, can we get a working definition on "holy"?...Try thinking with me then for a moment, and of thinking of this as "a word picture", or perhaps a "visual pun" and see if that helps? Here, we find the covenant lord on Earth "falling asleep", and the plain result being a "new doorway between heaven and us" being opened. Okay? Now, in actuality, the Real Covenant Lord "falls asleep" on a cross, but the resultant "new pathway" is remarkably similar! A previously closed access point is opened up between "high and low", and "sleep" is the method. Ya with me here? The King dies, and we are reconciled with the Almighty.
  Or take story number two, about our hero. Old "User-dude" gets into a wrestling match with the Author of Is,...and wins? What kind of zany blather is this? How much did that Jacob guy weigh anyhow? Yeah, in fact old "User-boy" gets a new handle in the deal. No more with "Usurper", nowadays we dub thee, "Wrestles-with-God"? The deep weirdness involved has a nice pitch line, "for he prevailed against God, and man"...He did what? What is this stuff? What do you mean, by saying that this little  scoundrel "prevailed" against his Maker anyhow? And do you see it? Just move forward in time with me, and find the Real Covenant Lord, so to infer backwards that old "W-W-G" is himself; but a dim wispy "hint" of that (Him who) which is coming.
  The glories of the Incarnation, we may well ponder for an eternity, and never (actually) "get to the bottom of", but hear me, we can at least (today); make a beginning! Just listen to our Baptist brethren for about 8 seconds. They will tell you, (trust me on this) "Believe"! But, if you are like me, this is just exactly where I fail. This Jesus Guy; He keeps saying weird things.
  For instance; take "Truly truly I say to you, if you had faith as a grain of mustard seed, you'd say to this mountain, 'Be picked up and pitched in to the sea', and it would obey". To which I (historically) said; "Huh?". What in the world is this Guy talking about? If that were the case, oughtn't we infer thereby, "de facto, nobody ever has had faith like that! Show me the mountain! There never has been, and there never will be, by this measure at least; any Christians?". Huh, what is this? I thought He was building the Church, not demolishing the sucker!
  Recall then with me, the story! The covenant lord (little c, little l) "prevails against" ... God! Meanwhile, forward in space-time, He of new name (that Name above all Names, in this age and in the next), is granted glory, because of a victory against, an marvelous doggedness in the face of, a fierce unrelenting fixation... to "fight God"? The hierarchal King, He (and He alone), moved the Implacable (Himself), the Immovable Mountain (MISTER Immovable Mountain to you buster) of El-Elyon's SOLID rage against evil.
  "Mountains" generically speaking then, are themselves a dim-wispy hint of the utter. complete and unshaking permanency of the I AM HE WHO IS,... HE WHO IS. Recall the fruit at the garden? Me, like my dad Adam, both "know good and evil". We so know ourselves as evil! Some say; "He hates sin, while loving the sinner". I prefer; "He hates evil, and shall surely shatter ALL who practice it!". He (Himself) is the "mountain" blocking our path home, and it is just because of His absolute demand for perfection, so to prevent the un-right from ever gaining that "land". The Covenant Lord, He in Person, moved THAT mountain...think it over. Remember it, tell it to your kids! He is the new "Thing" in Earth, the One Faithful Man, (and consequently, the only sane One too!). I tell you, our insanity is built just "here". We wish to (auto) identify as "not bad", and keep flip-flopping. We think that to be accepted, we must be good. Rather, we are monsters...and deeply loved. It is both/and, never never either/or. We the forever welcomed, for "Another's" sake, by "Another's" power, through "Another's triumphant faith"... We are sprinting intuitively! Both fiercely loyal, utterly fixated, and relaxed and pleasant. He is sufficient. In Him, the Yea and Amen, we find, or rather are found...
  He is the One who believed, and today is believing. If you trust Him, it's because He meddled something fierce in you, and you trust-with-Him (The Trust-er in Person), so to endure-unto...everlasting days!

A Waist Is a Terrible Thing to Mind

  There are ways you know...ways that you can; if you'd like to, to figuratively bore somebody "to death"? Those pictures of you at the beach are bad enough. I mean we already know what you look like, and in the getting of a mental image of the ocean, we find things to be a bit like bifocals... badly done. A really big line bifurcates at the horizon; our picture. The bottom half looks blue-green, and the top is some variant of the sky? Okay? And now, sho' nuff, there you are; right there, in that split image? Yep, that sure looks like you...standing in front of...water. You could have just told me that you had gone to the beach, and I would have believed you went...but as far as boring goes, that over-sized batch of pictures of your vacation is a regular two ring circus of giddy entertainment, compared to some other things we could think of.
  I mean, who in their right mind would want to hear a blow-by-blow assessment of a conversation you had in the past with some other person (doubtless possessing "a lot of nerve") whom we; over here, have yet to meet? The fact that you "won" that argument, and were later "proven right" is slender comfort over here (in my brain at least), Pal. And yet, who among us has not sat through such talk?, or worse; dispensed it?! Another aspect then, of the heinously boring is that these types of things "cycle", and the teller (apparently?) "forgets" that he told you all this chaos a few weeks ago? Moreover, after you tell him that; "We've already covered this", it does not stop him, but rather provokes what we now get; the new enlarged, expanded version? This; this blather is "progress"?
  Being boring then is something we are conscious of, and participate willingly in. I wonder why? Both speaker and listener are aware of the diseased comm-link, and yet, the link holds. Why not just cut said link, and pull a "carl"? My dad's name is Carl, and when he likes to, he just walks away, whether you are done speaking or not! When we are around bores, or worse; find ourselves generating the stuff, why not just walk? Just a thought there. Maybe Pop is onto something?
  Perhaps, (in my mind at least) the single worst way to bore somebody beyond tears, and on into clinical depression, is to begin discussing your whack-budget concepts on weight, diets, and especially weight-loss, or more accurately, the lack thereof. Please, please, please do not tell me about why you (personally) "cannot" lose "the" weight. No, I do not want to hear about your dieting "attempts", or more truthfully, your failure to follow the food rules that you invented, or were presented with, by some "expert" you read about. Your food allergies? Not interested. All that junk about gluten? Keep it, over there, on your side of the hallucination please.
  Being fixated on weight-loss is a little bit like thinking a whole lot about the holes in Swiss cheese. What if, by talking incessantly about them, we could "enlarge and multiply" the holes in the cheese, such that there was "more" of them, or that the holes became larger, and consequently we'd have less of the cheese stuff in question? Wow, would that be a boffo topic for conversation or what? With a few more "cheese-loss" stories like that, and well; we soon find that we are talking about mainly "no-thing at all"...and doing so on purpose? For a person to fix their attention upon an inherent "lack", is a little bit like thinking seriously about the number "zero". Worse, the severely and profoundly boring nature of your weight loss exploits formats as a kind of a loss-within-a nil. That is, you were hoping to generate a "larger hole" (a "greater-lack") in the cheese (so to lose pounds) and...have (sadly) failed repeatedly. A "lack of a nil", formats as "transcendence-poorly-executed", in my book. As a place holder, the zero works just fine, but it-itself, is more like Swiss cheese, than Swiss cheese is! The zero; it's one giant hole, a mainly "not-there", and that is a bit like us after all.
<WARNING to the reader: I am about to perform a thought experiment. In case of explosion, run!>
  Okay, is there then a redemptive type of spin we could apply to the boring? I mean here, who wants, who really wants, as a kind of "goal", to bore the pants off of those around them? So if nobody wants it, how come there is so blasted much of it? And yet, when confronted with this "borey" goo, we either resent and accept it grudgingly, or we as the bore-er, studiously "ignore" those subtle hints that others so very helpfully drop, so to suggest that you "cut the crap, and cut to the chase". And I hate to admit it here, but I find the topic of "boredom" to be...fascinating! My mind experiment then, is; to like a "roper", leap off of a perfectly good running horse, so to grasp an irritated bovine-unit and "wrastle" the rascal down by firmly grasping by the horns, as it were. We "turn and master" a big mean boy-cow! We turn the bore into the gracious host!
  So, let's begin back at the water line. You needn't provide me with the photographic evidence, I simply believe your report that you visited the beach. But...there is something "there" in the photo that I've skipped over!
  Some fantastic fraction of Americans live within 50 miles of a major body of water. Rivers, oceans, lakes, swamps, these suckers are people magnets I tell ya. The surprising thing is not that you went to the water's edge, the shocker would be if you did not! And so, other than ill composed photos of you in your garish outfits, what do we "find" at the water's edge? Isn't this interesting to you?
  Here, you see it; "two worlds", and at the frontier of same, at the boundary line dividing the two, there you find...us! Think with me "penguin, seal, walrus, or otter". Why are we fascinated with dolphins and whales? These, and others we might consider are "in" two worlds, but "of" one, they "are" us! See the "comical penguin"? What an outlandish design for a bird! This is WHY design-by-committee is such a wretched idea...And yet, and yet watch that little guy zoom around in his tuxedo under water. He "flies", sho' nuff; but only under the waves! He too; (like us) is found at the boundary of worlds. In world-A, he is an absolute klutz, and comically inefficient. In world-B, he is a regular hunter athlete, a champ which swims circles around the competition. Remind you of anyone? Ditto with seals, on the land they look like "easy pickin's" indeed, but under-water they are the one to be feared (at least by fish). Now, a dolphin isn't exactly the same here, but you get my brainwave I trust. The "transcendent" as a covenantal view, is about "worlds" and the crossing of those world-lines, those "boundaries". The "mental picture" of the phenom, is a cup. It "runs over" being filled by a source-unseen. See? The reason for the trip to the beach was to "remember" gladness, to "recall" a meaning-joy we desperately require in our sad stupid lives. It seems like life ends up being that long series of "interruptions" of what it was you were (in some sense) "supposed to be doing". This constant frustration in us tends toward making us mentally imbalanced, and so, as a corrective; we attempt to re-set by attempting relaxation at "world-junctions". We are vaguely aware then, that participation in the two worlds, being "in" the one; and "of" the other, is "source of refreshment". People do not want to hear this, they find it "boring" because, your claim of "leisure" (vacationing!) is defacto proposing that you belong to the "other world", and we (mere mortals) know such claims to be fraudulent...especially about you!
  So, if the premise of the verb, "to bore" is to misrepresent the transcending feature within the covenantal framework, so to propose a type of personal exclusion clause (for you only) we get then; another perspective on your bizarre narrative about the argument(s) you decisively "won" with person or persons unknown.
  Intra-world tenants; (penguins for example) are not "solitary characters". A John Wayne penguin is of the dead variety, by definition. To be crossing world-frontiers, we discuss then a "compound individual" a kind of "many-man". Down in termite land, where the frontier is the horizon itself, an "above versus below", we get a kind of "group mind". The termitey little vatos keep plugging away, making "progress" on their heap, but no single bug has the floor plan "in mind" (do bugs have minds?), except possibly the queen. So, if you dig down in the mound so to find the "royal" casa, and send little sis to "her reward", all the workers simultaneously and suddenly come to a halt! Don't you find this interesting? Ergo, within the t-model of cov, you get the kind of commentary that we see in the scripture..."and nothing shall be impossible to them", which is not necessarily a "positive" commentary on our kind. But my point here, as part of our thought experiment, is that your dominance, your combativeness; is "boring"; in that you are not correctly reporting the truth, you are (manifestly) not...the human equivalent to a termite queen, the "plan" does not reside inside your two-bit skull any more than it does in mine, or the worker bugs'. Your pretending at queen-ness, is phoney, and frankly it is tiring for us to listen to, for it has no ring of the truth at all to it! It doesn't even matter whether the story itself is "true".
  Watch little kids play, at pretending. Inevitably it seems, they shall "be" (short) "kings and queens", for we, the compound individual "remember a high old time", in the which a beauty, and a regal grace was upon us! Those kids and their pint-sized scepters, thrones and crowns "remind", that as "Tears for Fears" accurately informs us, that everybody (indeed) does want to rule the world! We peasants (secretly) think we are kings! And here, we are near the "tyrant", for without a "True, and a High King", a "Somebody" to place the crown upon your weary and sad noggin, you yourself (do not ask me to!) must place it upon your own! Such stories we find "boring', your being the "king of the world", and all; for we have no recollection of that coronation ceremony, and so deeply distrust your inferred claim. Sin makes a guy insane, and he "forgets" how difficult he is to listen to!
  So, if our experiment has not exploded in our faces (again) we shall proceed to the burning issue, your tummy! Or more precisely, the repeated lack of it to shrink on demand, the "lack of lack" as it were. A waist, (for a truth) is a terrible thing to mind! And similarly, there is likely is no more unwholesome activity, than for you to fixate upon "health"! Dancing may or may not be an interesting topic to discuss, but that monologue describing that failure of yours to grow a spine, and just ask the gal out for a spin; is a dreadful bore! In a transcendent model we thus observe that "lack" (per se) is "functioning" (if you'd like to call it that) as our lousy version of the genuine article, Him-The-Transcender, in that He is not-like us. The discontinuity in question then; is here, an entirely valid reminder...to Fear Him! As Owner-Author of reality, there is an uncanny mirror feature we observe with Him.
  In English, we might propound it here as; "I own the fact, that (in fact), He owns...all (including me!)". Or consider, "I grasp...that I am held". A type of "lopsidedness", an out-of-system solitariness is appearing here. He who made ears, surely He hears, so hearing me? Interesting talk then, is (by my definition here) about "Another". He is the "out-rigger" the out of system balance, of which the intra-system has no "match". We thus are forced to confound "not-like", with "zero", and thus, of necessity; are bores.
  One philosophy professor I once listened to, proposed than Rene Descartes, in his annoying dictum; "I think, therefore I am" was being logically inconsistent, and that the statement itself was internally flawed, with a view to formal logic. However, if one were to metaphorically run across the street, and look back to see poor Rene over there talking such blather, you'd infer that "Descartes says illogical things", but since non-entities don't do that sort of thing, (say things) in that they do nothing at all, we may safely infer that he does indeed exist...Now, the guy took about an hour and a half to say so, and a whole chalkboard (remember those?), to diagram out his "proofs", but the audience found him "boring"! How's about them apples? See? the formal out-rigger which makes truth "go", is that He (and He alone), is "high and lifted up", and "separate from sinners". This is our hope! Without that "out of system locus", (Him!) we would be forever floundering in identifying "lack" or "zero" as the covenantal "not-like". Without help from "above", we are internally forced to misinterpret discontinuity. Hey, how about that on a bumper sticker? Don't you find this fascinating?
  Discontinuity thus, is the basis for welcome, for glad reunions, for coming home after a long absence. He is indeed "distant" and precisely "here" your hope resides! Writing the script of history, He is not "part" of it, and has also "voluntarily entered" it from the "outside and above" this; our crazy-pants zone!
  His "distance"; His "unlikeness", is what keeps us from blowing our pointless little brains out in rage and hate. It is a good thing, that He is "not like us", and it is a good thing, He is become one of our own  kind! Are we free moral agents, or is He total Ruler over space time? Is "freewill or sovereignty" the answer?
  And the answer is, "yes"! In Jesus of Nazareth, (King of Jews), the answer is always "Yes,..and Amen"! He is the Interesting Chap around here, He is the "queen" of the heap, the Human of which the bug is a "copy". He is the world-boundary Crosser, and so, He enters your own private little prison cell (let's call it "your skull"), and "turns" us. We come to prefer Him over ourselves for the simple reason; He is way more interesting! He "kills death", don't you find that interesting? Boundaries were designed for crossing, just ask Him; Owner of bounds!

Spinny, Dopey, Aguas Con Sal, y Luz

  I re-read last week's entry on water. I still agree with what I said in it, and so, left that C.P.E. alone, no editing required. The addendum here is that since that time, I have purchased a copy of "The Fourth Phase of Water". What an improbably good read! I haven't enjoyed the sanity quotient, and sheer clarity of mind in an author this much since looking at some of Richard Feynman's writing, more than twenty years ago! This thing is a gem. Buy it!
  Pollack is a kinda-sorta okay lecturer, but for true communication, he MUST be read. I love this book, and am only in chapter 3? I still am unclear on the Nolte type device, or whether we discuss EZ water, ala' Pollack; or another idea? Anyhow, I am unable (personally) to not "improve upon" the wet stuff, and so, rather than mere spinny water, I am drinking my version. What follows, is a description (brief) of what I am doing, and some observations of the unscientific, layman type. And (of course!) my guess will be that a brood of semi-hysterical speculations of the Philosophic-Theologic bent will emerge. You know? ... The usual!
  My version of the liquid in question, I call "Spinny, dopey, aguas con sal, y luz". Nice Spanglish there, que no? So, look for cheapo "golf" balls, Pic Quick drink cups, razor knives (to cut holes in the bottom of the cup), "dope" (superfood), sea salt, sunshine, and um well; water! You mix them all together, to get this jazzy type juice, and then pour it down your neck, so to observe the results. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I am also pouring tap water into a pitcher, and letting the chlorine "out-gas" somewhat, prior to drinking.
  So then what are the results? Well, I am noticing several:
(1). I work outdoors often, and in a 100-plus degrees, a guy can sometimes get a tad thirsty, okay? So, we can have an "interest" in water. Just how badly would you care to pour some of that? Exactly how "thirsty are we" anyhow? At 105 outdoors, a chap could be very interested indeed! Let's just call it "parched", okay? And whatever that amount of thirst, which "parched" reflects, multiply that amount. Up the ante, increase the "aggression"; in our seeking of a drink. "Aggressive thirst" emerges here. I am far more grumpy without this wet stuff in me than I used to be? I am irritated, and often very-very interested in a drink. Is this progress? I dunno.
(2). I am "guess-timating" here, but as an example, I just don't "fast"; and somehow lately that is altering? Why bother "trying" to go without food, if you already know that you will collapse, and just give up by 5:00 p.m. anyhow? Something in this cup, is "helping" me post-pone eating? Is this so accurate? Beats me. Is it possible here, that water can become "nutritional"? Can this lit-up, dopey, salty  wet stuff act as a temporary place holder for food? Consider with me; what if the "depleted" soil of America's farms, isn't entirely the explanation of why food isn't as nutritious nowadays? Just a thought there.
(3). The next function here, is kinda iffy. For some peculiar reason, I began noticing how much weight loss; (due to water-loss) I could expect from a long walk last summer. The ballpark number turned out (then) to be about a pound per mile or in that range. So, for a ten mile walk, in a hundred degrees, I would sweat out 8-10 lbs. Ballparkian guess-timation wise then, a gallon weighs in at around eight pounds, plus. Ergo; we deduce that I was shedding about a pint "h.a" (half-assed) per mile.
  So then, with the advent of the "wog" (walk-some, jog-some) in my life this year; I would have predicted slightly larger amounts of loss, since I am working harder? Kind of stands up to reason, don't ya think? And truly enough, my 12 mile wogs were shedding ten to twelvish pounds? Spinny dopey water how-some-ever is getting different results. For instance, today's wog of about nine and a half miles, yielded a 3 and 1/2 pound loss. Does this mean something? Do we thus promulgate a more effective hydration, as-in "longer lasting"? Or is this instead just a shabby "experiment", poorly executed? Tingly tongue aside, would this (perhaps?) point to a running type strategy for marathoners for example? I don't know.
(4). There is also an aspect of this discussion, in which it is difficult to properly explain. Think of "vitalism" (or of "snakeoil" should you prefer), the "up", the "jazzed". We touch some kind of nerve here, and it is an uncomfortable sensation. What if people think I am a fool, or if they come to distrust the "claims"? In brief, we are afraid, and afraid that we might be taken advantage of; or of being found endorsing something which later on we regret? And since it is a "body" thing (like food), it is of the deeply personal type, this set of problem I mean.
  The 'superfood" issue is similar. What I am saying to them is: "This stuff makes food taste better! You should try some!". The response is almost entirely negative. "Smells like rabbit food" she quips, and pointedly, will NOT sample it? Why? Do you imagine now, that I am attempting to poison you? "That stuff looks gross", says another, and again, a steady refusal, not only of refusing to try eating it; but of even getting near it? How very-very weird to observe our behavior. Like maybe, by it's green looks, this powder will assault you perhaps? I told one guy about it, and he assumed I was trying to sell the stuff, so to make money? He lives on the other side of the country! How (prey tell) could I "profit", (personally and financially) if you were to go into your local grocery to purchase a product? Is it just entirely ungraspable, that this green guck makes food taste good?
  Well, whatever this edgy, scaredy-cat ethic finally works out as, the water is similar in tone. People get very territorial and defensive around food. One of the reasons we tip waitresses, is that we can predict (of ourselves), that; around food, we can prove to be "difficult". We are paying her, to put up with our predictable food-unreason. Our picky, finicky and deeply individual "difficult-ness" around both food and drink is (plainly) butt-ugly, and so we buy a friend for an hour or so!
  The shape of the domain here is plainly "holiness", don't you agree? I mean; talk about some serious "I ain't payin' attention to you over here"; style of "relating", that IS holiness for ya! C'mon, be truthful, didn't that whole "be ye holy" gig just now fire the, "You've got the wrong gringo" neurons in your braincase? Doesn't the order to; "Be ye black, and nine feet tall", make about as much sense as telling me to "be holy"? What's the point here? Face it, you've got the wrong knucklehead; you are looking for that rare glow-in-the-dark variety of soul, go back and check your paperwork, and quit bugging me with impossible "demands"... okay? That kind of thing was my "take" on the topic, ever since I was a squirt.
  Our hostility toward super-food, or super-water for that matter is that we "want to" believe it, and are just sick and tired, ... of being sick and tired! Nothing goes right. Lady Antebellum's clever tune about "Running to"..."Somebody" as disaster follows upon disater, just had to "sell" down here in this madhouse.
  Look at the news, and whatever you think of Obama, he must be admitted to be a champion "serial collapse" artist. Disaster and calamity follow the guy around like Pigpen's little cloud. Foreign failure, hard upon the heels of domestic disturbance, the serial nature of shame, national disgrace, confusion and double-talk, as the; "One damned thing after another", is B.O.'s calling card. People just want to quit listening to the news. If today's gutless folding like a cheap suit, isn't enough to make you puke, just wait until tomorrow's outrage, it will be (likely) worse? Who wants that? "News" here (by my definition at least), is "bad". "You can't win, the game is fixed, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't..." Men talk that way. Women talk about "how hard" they are trying to make things work, and the inner stress they feel while doing so. This world order has collapsed into a futility, a pointlessness, and we (on the inside) sort of "recall" that things can't finally be that way, but government? It's a failure. How about our institutions? Big zero there, Bub. Science, education, work, family, faith, it has all been corrupted, but "somewhere" we "know" that things cannot be this way. We are inveterate "hopers"!
  He then is the exception, which proves the rule. Rather than just "another damned thing", there is one "place" (Person actually) which is not sunk into this serial collapse function we observe all around (and in) us. Christians place themselves at great pains to attempt to say this; "No, don't misunderstand, it is not a religion, it's a relationship"! This is the type of mouth racket they/we make, and frankly, it must go unheard. I mean here, that when accused of, "You are trying to foist your religion off on me!", how come we never respond with; "Damn straight Bubba, and you don't know the half of it!"?
  The one-damned-thing-after-another rule is correct, it is uniform, and true. This is not "being negative"; it is being realistic! Further, this must prove true; and true except only "there", in-and-with Him. He the game changer, He the "Place" where things make sense. The sum of your life cannot be that you inhaled x-tons of oxygen, and exhaled x-minus tons of carbon dioxide. We "know that" on the inside, but can't seem to ratify it on the outside, out here  in history, in the actual (and dumb) things we really do. This is why sales pitches "work", we want to be fooled! "Yield to the urge"; preaches the ad-man, "This is the drink which really really satisfies!" he crows. We know that the stuff is just more just sugary glop, but we "remember" a "water" which really does! Uh, that would be "Mr. Water" to you pal... And fearing Him (Let Him be your dread!), we come to fear nothing else, not even disappointment!
  See? The NAME, that's Holy! It comes out in English somewhat like "I AM HE WHO IS, HE WHO IS". To coin a slogan here, "Is-ness is the Man's business". Life is fundamentally transformative, and so we are constantly "becoming". He (and He alone) "Be". Ebonics, (apparently) has an upside! Instead we settle for the sad, and we thus end up "scared" of spinny aguas, and greens, and count ourselves "smart" for our efforts?
  "Drink" and "food"...prove to be symbols and hints of a higher-better reality crashing into this realm, from (for lack of vocabulary) "above". But why not just face it? He is the "Stuff" (Mr. Stuff to you) we "put in us" which sponsors, and drives and guarantees life. He "Be" (to venture again into Ebonics?) the Genuine article of which food is a "reminder". Not merely the "source and goal", He is the "fuel" to get "there". Continue to "forget to fear" Him, and we are guaranteed to fear all else!
  "Reform" is not institutions being re-patterned until they "get it right". They never have, and never will get anything right. Government is a cancer, it only "grows", and that growth is always at the expense of the body. No sir! Reform is men-with-balls, and women-with-breasts standing as freedmen, and saying so! He "finds" and I-am the one found! He is re-building me, me the loser, me the chowderhead, by resurrection power, into a new-clean fast furious champ! Supplying them then, all of them I mean, (His whole host, that glad-fierce throng), it is that new-creature, the "Many-man". Building a "Compound individual", a suitable "companion" for...Him, this is what He committed to. He fails not
  Recall with me then; it is "His-Story" we discuss. Him failing-not, proves repeatedly to be the Guarantor of that scheme. And is among us. Perk up, it's never as bad as you thought, it's far worse! And He is kicking that mess squarely in the teeth. We have come to fear Him, and in the process, we become the scary little dudes the outsiders so fear! Damn straight Bubba, damn straight!
  Lady Antebellum, sings "Compass". Buy it!

Buzzy Water

  So last week, I was listening to "Coast to Coast" before going to bed. George Noory was interviewing a guy named Pollack on his water research. I don't actually understand the man, but he was talking about "The Fourth Phase of Water", which is a book he wrote. Since then (oddly) I found that the book is out print. So, why promote an out of print book? I dunno. He appears to me to be a very intelligent guy, but what we are discussing has to do with "living water", a semi-elastic sort of di-electric goop? Basically, he is talking about the water inside your body's cells...I think.
  So a kind of "ordered" or "structured" water emerges, a semi-gelatinous "charged" liquid as the Pollack theory evolves. A type of "exclusion zone" or "barrier" crops up, and you get plus and minus electrical "sides" or "layers" of water? Huh? Instead of the predicted H2O, we get an H3O2. Deep weirdness here, with an almost battery-like "charge"? Furthermore, and I do not "get" this at all, the water "remembers". So the two ideas dropping out of the discussion are "structure" and "memory" with a view to water.
  Drop into You Tube, and watch Gerald Pollack. The side bar of related vids includes the business men, the entrepreneurs and salesmen who enter the fray. I was fascinated by the guy who "built" a "Nolte" device out of a turkey baster and some kid's marbles? Or get a look at the young guy with the "gauge" who is measuring the difference between water and water. The before and after consists here of him running the stuff through a chunk of PVC pipe filled with marbles? So, these promoters are saying that "like" the water in a stream bed, vortexing and eddying around smoothed rocks at the bottom of a stream bed, being the "good" water, so too, the same here?
  One video features a broken Nolte device. Take a look. Much like a piece of pipe with golf balls inside? So, I since Sunday have built four Nolte-like devices of my own! D-1 consists of a plastic cup, originally sold at a local Pic-Quik. With a razor knife, I cut holes in the bottom, filled it with cheapo plastic balls. They are the same size as golf balls, but are like whiffle balls, made of plastic, and hollow. You use a couple of containers, and pour tap water through the balls, so to provide drinking water. D-2 is more expensive, here I used 4 inch PVC, with real golf balls inside (and bushings to drop from big to small), and then; it is cut-in to the main water supply on my little trailer. Last night, it actually made me angry for a moment, I turned on the tap at the kitchen sink, after it had been installed for several hours. The stuff looked like some comedian had put dishwashing liquid in my domestic supply? White? Suds? What is this junk? Next, I was reminded of the fizzy look of 7-Up, as it swirls around? Then I realized that this was my tap water? Well, it tasted just awful, and had a very nasty chemical in there. Strangely, I could not "place" the flavor at that time? I have tasted this before, but never so strongly, what is it? Duh? Can we recall that PVC glue and primer are listed to set in 24 hours, and also recall then that no plumber waits more than twenty minutes to charge a system? I was drinking glue! Today, the water at the tap looks more normal (no suds!), but it remains very well aerated it appears.
  D-3 is a much humbler affair. A scrap of pipe, with marbles. Add a couple of hose fittings, and little scraps of brazing rod, cross-hatched so to prevent the marbles from falling out, and now we can water the plants with "structured water! D-4 is my latest (and we can hope last) creation. The water inside my swamp cooler is now also "Nolte-ized". A scrap of sewer pipe, a couple of bags of cheapo "golf" balls, and a barbed tee off the supply to the pads, and poof, now the bath of water is being "altered".
  My sister Nan was asking in a text, how I like all this. I have no idea if it is any good for a guy to drink, or bathe in, but I thought I'd try it out. Think of the buzzy, tingly feel of seltzer water on the tongue; and shrink it. A little bit like that? Am I picking up a "brightness" in this stuff, when pouring it through D-1? Do I feel kinda jazzed, or is that only in my head? It is all too early for me to give a layman's best-guess as to what the heck is going on here. I just don't know yet. What does "altering the hydrogen bond angle" even mean?
  And so, for today, my "take" on the topic, is that I find water to be fascinating. It is not really H2O. Rather, those are the first ingredients, to what turns out to be a kind of "stew". Acids, salts, minerals and other "impurities" form the stuff. If for example, you strip out the metals and minerals, you don't get "pure" water, you get "hungry" or "aggressive" water. If the drink can't "find" iron (for example) out there in the world, it will "look for" it in here, inside your body! The net result of drinking ultra-pure water, is to format a new deficit in you (the drinker) of iron, calcium, copper and all those other "impurities". Water "wants" minerals, and will "go find" it; if not "out there" then in you! "Hungry" water actually pulls calcium out of you. Oddly then, the "healthy" use of drinking those annoying "ultra-pure" bottles of the stuff, is a lower overall nutritional balance of minerals in those, the "healthy ones"!
  Now it seems to me that there is a message for us in here somewhere. When I was about five, there used to be a product. Keds were fire engine red, with white toe caps. They were "sneakers" for short people. The product was pitched with; "Keds, they make you run faster, and jump higher!". Let me tell you, I was sold. And basically, this is the pitch for all products. Better living, more excitement, faster, funner, brighter and bester...is our brand! So too with the water guys of today. Structured water makes you run faster and jump higher, and if you don't believe it, just ask them! What would the alternative here be? "Our stuff is kinda okay, but nothing to write home about, buy some...please?", that will not do. So then we are in a "worlds" type of discussion it appears.
  A thousand years from now in that new world, you will have remarkably been altered. Walking through walls? Not a problem. Flying like Peter Pan? Hey, why not? Taking some kind of wormhole type shortcuts across the plenum of reality, such that you go from point A to point C, without traversing B? Hah, child's play I tell you! The age which is "coming"; is...come! "The kingdom is at hand", says the King Himself. So then, we are asking here as to just how far that coming age is encroaching upon this one. Can we participate today somewhat in the powers of the age to come? Or is there a natural barrier, a limit here, such that you walk on water, only in that "then" but not yet? Who says so?
  I tell you, there will be no "allopathic medicine" practiced in that world to come. The idiotic "practice" of dispensing drug compounds and chemicals, which our "doctors" so love prescribing down here, just won't be happening then. So, this being the case, can we begin to "treat" cancer with water, good food, and clean air? If not, when precisely may we get-on with that coming pattern?
  See? The ancient church was walking in these patterns (at least for awhile) and nowadays our doctrinal bias is that those signs have ceased. Our Pentecostal brethren would never agree with that estimate, but what we "conservative" (what exactly are we conserving again?) believers are saying is that; "The coming age...has, in fact; not come!". But what happens when metaphysics begin to slide over into the regular physics? In a quantum plenum, who are we to say (just yet) what is "possible"? What happens to our dogma when healings are documented as "science"? What are we to make of water doing things to living bodies which we would have (yesterday) considered supernatural? So, if "healings have indeed ceased", how do we describe reality?
  If Pollack's science is right, water is "energized by light". What happens when you pour that "lit-up liquidy stuff" down your neck, or bathe in it? Skin cleared up? Better endurance? Do "symptoms disappear"? Recall that those Spaniards of 400 years ago, were looking for a literal "fountain of youth", they really believed that water could restore, if the water was "right". What if they were correct? What happens when you find a healing energizing source? Is it "allowed" to exist? Who among us is capable to state (correctly) just how far the Almighty is encroaching upon our domain down here of darkness and fear, with His realm of life and gladness? I tell you, it is not for lack of drug compounds in your blood, that you feel so bad. Your body was made for Him, and he for your body.
  Those Keds of the age to come, are already present! Those shoes of the gospel of peace, are proposing to you that peace-then has been won-now. That being the case, you having won the monster lotto jack-pot, do we now imagine He can't or won't advance us five bucks to buy a burrito? See; we keep acting as-if it was only, and purely a matter of us learning to trust Him. The real issue in this discussion here is whether He can trust you! We, in our fear and ignorance suggest that they, those indestructible Keds of that almighty-fun "then", are not really for the serious and dull here and now. A guy can never tell how fast he is able to run until he tries! We are afraid to try, what if we make a mistake?
  Try the water, take a drink! Does it brighten the eye? No? Well, surely it did no harm then. He, He Himself is that new lively stuff we put in us, so to keep us alive. He Himself that is food we must have in our bodies; so to have life in us.
  There is no such thing as "a little bit of life", a woman is never "somewhat pregnant". Puddles were made for jumping into! Ask a five year old, he will tell you! The Spaniards ought to have been searching for a "fountain of youthfulness"!