Hot and Cold Fusion
Table of Contents:
I. Other People's Smoke Will Kill You
II. There is No. 13
III. You had better VV
iV.3=VV
V. It's not Sean
VI. It's a budding fallout
VII. Why I: Ill
VIII: Why II: Chill
IX: Why III: Thrill
Index
(UN)Cited Sources
Prologue
II. There is No. 13
III. You had better VV
iV.3=VV
V. It's not Sean
VI. It's a budding fallout
VII. Why I: Ill
VIII: Why II: Chill
IX: Why III: Thrill
Index
(UN)Cited Sources
Prologue
Chapter I. "Other People's Smoke Will Kill You"
The fall of the hydrogen petal is the rise of a larger, better source of energy than life itself can withstand within the solar system to have opened as Pandora would on our song within it's engineered to date primordial consequence. That is only to date, tragically, not to marry the possibilities as they stand in all totality. But what can stand the test of time? Only time itself. Goodbye love.
The time represented here, accumination of thirty six years of learning life's mysteries came apoun a desk nearer to my heart than I could almost handle. Mine own, that is. Braver are I to withstand the time test leaving lover gone from wicked deciept than I could almost bear to two, rather than one mad theory attest. What I present will almost to some, appear to be the two in question, but fear not, I am loyal and do not cheat, it is one solely of my own.
Only the solution can be for the greater good of the common source we all will tap in the divine flow that allows it to be so.
Saving our children are perhaps those two too wicked principles bereft of oar, those of the engineers of our modern technologies. Einsteins relativity in its virtuous non linear defining expansion on the basis of mathematics and virtual realities we all thrive on, and simply Newtonian, showing that the apple never falls far from the tree. The source in question, though quite invisible, is an ever present source, flowing with it's fibrous plasmatic proton induced and neutron conglomerated essence tapped with the finest of stuff available to the modern day super-colliding genius. Hope he bumps into me after I am through with this exploratory reference point, which came to me in part as a study of Nuclear Regulatory Codes, Fault lines in Continental and smaller plates in the Earth, and Quantum mechanics, which defined a planetary alignment on March 11, 2011 that only happens every one hundred and and eighty seven or so thousand years, to our great relief. Light the years seem without these moving events.
Triglomerate pattern synchronicity in arrears of mid- wifing the support to both contain and release the power is at large. Translation: triangles more than ever, within the scientific community and creating the ever present Holographic Data Systems, are the key. As well as the lock.
Fission, as some may scoff, is the consistent flow (now get this) the pattern behavior of the observed, therefore existent particles within the sphere radiating from centered-ness and balance. It is in consciousness, the spectacle of resilient resistors to allow containment as this, or that, or the very moment in present day technology. To this point, it has been a "catch me as you can" problem with a very allusive subject matter. Literally, matter.
Others will claim the equation came to them, and the variant principle as its key, map, and compass. Of this I can only pray. However there is one language life understands as its most love preserving and leveling, healing and forgiving (and rewarding) premise: HONESTY. I myself do not claim to be able to grasp the internal mathematical solution we are capable of reaching based on the equation I bring to light. It is far more numbers than my petty brain could ever hope to contain all at once and therefore process to an absolute enlightenment of what I do propose.
If any one of these geniuses can honestly take the stature of resistance to the persistence of the illusion of time as defined within relativity and, urge overkill, re- explain this to the extent found here, God speed and two to the head. Big ones. You're gonna have a hell of a time when you don't tongue tie everyone for miles, believe you me. And so it begins. Gentlemen! Start your engines! Fission is here at long everlasting dead beat first.
Chapter II: "There is no 13."
Unlucky the fall of Rome in New Testament, it poses the legally binding consequentially debated logic systems to work overtime in modern society. Will history itself ever let it go? There is only one constant in life, and that is change. The only constant in Fission is the same. And change IT does, ever and always. IT is the only matter I can say which says "IT", as a matter of fact can go from dead to almost eternal energy for all who are so bright. There is only one in history who has done as such as well. He lives in eternity, much as my work lives in hell. Just a little Catholic humor for you there people. Could be good. Could be very good. Could be the most harmful theory ever.
Are theories harmful? Just as I once said about my medicines, they are not harmful.
To date more than one in theory is to seize the opportunity to construct and idealize founders glory in it's retreating glance at their cheating lover's quarrel over a misprinted conjecture. Or perhaps that is just my failing belief in my own idealogical basis stemming from a highly overrated non- enrolled but attendee degree of mine own. Translation: I am an independent study fanatic who attended up to and including brown league universities trading notes with various professors of high degree, but with what degree of objection do I claim to have the status to submit this as a fact of my own findings to the scientific community? It is to my understanding that Thomas Payne wrote a book which is the basis of our, being America, countries policy and course of action. It is however, more truthful in number to point out that "The Wealth of Nations", both before and post dating the American Revolution most completely explains the formation of our "successful" democratic society. And the numbers, they always change based on a table which is indeed, great physics. Bought into and preserved, made common practice and historical and theoretical, must I say, proof, by the hard earned dollars of the working class man. It is by these same precepts of common sense, with which I hope to earn your very valuable ears.
In order to reach the basis of my conclusive equation, which summarizes the entire point of Fission in symbol and number, theory and antithetical argumentative points, therefore tying up and summarizing the deviants purpose in the long hand calculations as well as closing any doubts that may linger, I took on this. This was to say that I was judging the calculations needed as to the possibility of such an energy and it's, though ever changing quality being present in a most extreme fashion; this is to the possibility of this very source being captured and trained for our purpose and I am here to say, we can, will, and do. My next study will be The Loch Ness Monster, and how to get him to serve me my biscuits and earl grey. Not.
Basically, what I am saying in this chapter is that there is no unlucky number. There is no line on the left of the symbol for change that makes it absolute. There is no way that Friday the Thirteenth will ever be known as anything but a day of slaughter and mayhem. But I recently read about a serial killer who maimed and dismembered corpses, was a practiced cannibal, and yes, took lives from this Earth. I also read that he is a present day released and rehabilitated human who is an active celebrity artist. So suspend your disbelief, the entire left side of the equation is change. Change is what it is in essence. This is what makes it so very elusive.
I am not talking about a fluctuation in power. I am talking about the very core structure of it's very particular (joke there) structural makeup in various phases of the process that is symbolic of the rapid cycling of the birth and death of matter. It is not quite the same thing as a simple power fluctuation.
And it is never quite the same thing again. Just kidding. That would make this defunct. Let's move on to the right side. The fun stuff happens there.
The lesson here is to imperfectly retire and reorganize (or vice versa) the current co - existing climactic cleansing chaos theory satellites beating the tortoise to hair's breadth amazingly always being ahead of the race all day, every day manipulation of our virtual knowledge of nature's due course. And we never have a bad hair day. I need to get mine cut. Thanks for telling me ahead of time, Einstein.
You see, Holographic Data Storage when prolongated into spectrum systemic reactive and collective bargaining of the data can, will, (does) safeguard in full enough spectrum the alignment to its interior, in theory. Combined with the predictive movements within chaos theory, it forms a very complete barrier for this wildabeast to be contained within.
I have done a lot of reading into the nature of this spectacle of dark violators, itching to grab the nearest flow streaming like a magnetic lover into the depths of its very largess prosthetilized and energized sarcophocal remains.
Don't get me wrong, there have been some really genius mass killers. Take for instance, Hitler. He fixed the German economy in no time.
He just said, "That's not yours, it's mine." Economy fixed, and recess at kindergarten permanently. All of the German students advanced, and the rest is well, a war, you know.
This brings me to a very powerful point. What else can Fission do? Lets just put it this way. In the future, don't be surprised if the President calls a press conference and says to them "Hey John, I'll take your question in a minute. Thank you Mr. Crapper, I know you have a lot of stuff on your mind.
But I also know you have it in your bank account. So anyway, I have called this meeting to announce to all of you exactly what happened in the night sky overnight. Well, you see we just took out Mars and Venus. The whole men are from Mars thing, women are from Venus was getting to be too much of a heated problem. So we took them both out on a rather permanent date. Historical date.
Equality of the sexes is important people. Alright, yes we will, indeed start with John Crapper, "the Fifth".
What's your question? Mars and Venus, yes. Don't forget to wipe."
No kidding. What a vision, Fission.
Chapter III. "You had better VV."
"Stupid id add stoop id does..."
Something I often remind myself before and after completing a chapter. My identification was entirely out of left field, running for the end zone at the speed of light while ignoring the fact that all I had to do to get a hit, was slow the hell down. So let me try that now.
Let's start with the English alphabet.
Each character represents a different value, or sound, vibration if you want to get really different and talk like a physicist. Each vibration creates an entirely different effect. It also must begin with an entirely different process in the formation of the sound. In the beginning there was the word, a big one (I assume) and you were off and communicating.
Much in the same way, the numeric values of these charted states of matter in their exponentially varying processes both determining and by IT's energy, have a sort of calling card of their own. They speak to us, as they should, I'd be kind of worried if all I was made up of decided not to talk to me anymore.
In a different way, Llhama Govinda in his brilliant work: "Transcendental Meditation and Multi - Dimensional Consciousness" described to us the characteristics of the basic Sanskrit seed syllables and the way in which they alter the physics of consciousness. (Something else. I can't do the math on) Each individual value however, is completely ignorant of the next phase of development it's very own makeup will induce. Does that sound familiar? Let's talk turkey.
H is the breath of the Universe. It is also way up there as an element on the periodic table of elements. O is always round. Universally so, and therefore the precursor to adjoining the expansion of all things at all times.
Periodically as well, blowing our minds. M and M alone is the mortal vibration. Perhaps someone should tell Marshall Mathers. A is for aspiration, and ascension through the dimensions which one can step into (theoretically) and peek on your favorite stars nightly activities. U is the sound of the immortal in the mortal. It doesn't take a Trekkie to recognize that all of their badges were a symbol to "live long and prosper", though perhaps a bit wired and ascue. That, by the way was complimentary, referring to the initial fact of the expanding longevity of U.
In fact what all this means to us is that we have a system that is all very relative to the very things IT, in IT's various values when strung together and broadcast over different powers of wavelength can portray and in fact create in our lives. The language of love is in fact, love itself. That is a point which I don't expect to be argued. But the word love does not, unless properly formed, pronounced, identified with, used, and put into action have it's full and very exquisitely life fulfilling and changing, energetic effect unless I say so. Trust me, that's what I tell them all, why is this real? Because I say so. And I do so. And I am saving up all that I can to make sure when we are at end, the ends get us around the bends.
That is what Fission is all about. An ever changing, huge source of energy to light up the world, that is most characteristic so far, only of Romeo and Juliet if they in fact were modern day physicists. This does not concern me anymore. As any good Catholic can tell you, science is a demon to be dealt with in an even handed, logical fashion. Only to be believed over religious statutes by those lacking in faith.
I hope I can convince all you devils to continue reading.
You see, I saw Satan on the beach, trying to catch a ray. He wasn't quite the speed of light, and the Squirming Coil, it got away. Much as has the mutating property mass of matter which, if we could capture and manipulate internally and externally, IT would lead us to a far more unimaginable amount of transistor coils humming with raw electricity far and wide, but either IT, or us is squirming a bit too much. And when you try too hard to capture love, you find that the only way to indeed maintain is to let IT go.
I can't let IT go, then it would truly be free, and who the hell gives away almost unlimited power for free? (besides Tesla) Besides my fiancee, of course, no one that I know. At least in their right minds, or even perhaps in their wrong ones.
You see the value placed on the matter in question, by one such writer, who wrote a book that sold more copies than the Bible in it's year of release and made him a billionaire, is not an anti- thing. It was by that particular party amongst others, who all referred to IT as anti- matter. I have spoken of Demons.
Indeed an Angel who is living from within the light of GOD, or even Good Orderly Direction, can make sure all of his deliveries are on time and received well, and come in nice tight little ordered bits of divine energy spent well on the subject at hand.
"The delivery went well. Congratulations."
Satan, being an Angel who has fallen, very much so compares to the modern day assumption on anti-matter. It can be contained, barely, and is mortally deadly with hellfire involved when it comes into contact with the matter alive and regulated around IT. I am here to tell you that IT is neither Angel nor demon, and that with the future vision of the popular scientific community, what should not be in question is the use of anti matter, but the matter which is left when it is reintroduced to living particles. That my dear friends, coming from something which kills particles, is matter of an entirely different nature.
The ironic nature of my thesis here, is that (besides the proof of my drinking joy) the anti- matter is not in it's in fact final state of flux when it will be contained. IT is in fact still undergoing a process very easily seen in the way in which IT was given birth, in theory, of course. If we reintroduce ourselves having brought IT in to the world with the proper language of love, Fission (I keep calling IT) is not such an anti- matter to the world around IT's seeded, grown, and now birthed identity as would have other very popular, and might I say as a matter of fact, fictional, self preserving entities. Fission is like the sound released in creation in the Hopi religion, very comparable to the Big Bang, or well people, in the beginning the "word" is bond. In the beginning there is a vibration, it explodes with such incredible force and velocity that what it leaves around it is altered completely. The state of the particles when they are observed after they are touched much believably so by the antithesis of Fission is that they are very much so, shattered in their very light reflecting and therefore observable energies or presence, and by all means usefulness to us for a near eternity, or dead. But much as Atomic energy is brought about after isolating and containing a single source of very unique properties and causing it to go about a splitting much akin to the splitting and reproduction of cells in a growing fetus, or our replenishing bodies, this is only the isolation factor. I know I am not alone in seeing this as a very common sense thing. Time will tell, and so will isotopes.
We must sing to our babies in the womb, help them along. Of course all of the most crucial stuff in the long run happens in the delivery room, but we cannot say we just have a dead baby on conception, assume it is a demon which will kill everything on birth, and leave it alone, can we? Know we don't. Viva Vegas, we play the numbers and win a big life long lesson.
Chapter IV. "3=VV"
Time is of the very essence. What we are talking about, as I am sure any of the number of you who have followed me to this point, is anti - matter. It doesn't matter, and neither does anything around IT if let run free with no bridges to doing independent good, which society has proven can only be done, by contributing to others and not usually by killing them. This is why I turn drug dealers who are doctors as well as doctors who are drug dealers away, all in the dark, I am sure, but less in the "read" than they can claim to make a cure. All in a nights work.
Let me make a scary thought for you. Your engine is much like what we need. It is a spark, an ignition, it is then heat and combustion, it drives a mechanism which in turn produces the (fusion shows us) electrical and mechanical and chemical energy to drive IT home every day. In between routine government inspection, of course. Was that hard? I don't know, license took me one try, IT's the car that forever eludes me with the solution in that order. I am hoping after this to "take two", because I smoke too much if I "take five" and so does my vision. Mechanics rule the world if you let them. Yes, electrical, mechanical, and chemical in reverse order is all about the fives. If you notice in the theorem that solves the puzzle, there are no fives. In "test" there are two. In control, there is "one". But in the solution, as one officer pointed out to me, not taking five is the key. Take one, then take two, take three, then take four, then at the very last...take five.
While you got it going on, don't just get it on people's. But I am jumping way ahead to Chapter VII., where I will explain why 1+2+2= 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Perhaps there is a five in sight. I will leave the subtraction, our division, and it's multiplicands simply as the exponent. We will cover just one. One is all that is needed. As I am sure you have figured out by now. But my control lends itself to the solution. So, without further Mountain Dew, let me roll away to this in the morning hue before the riddle is dead to you. And I love "ewes", he said sheepishly.
It relates to the computer that is IT's closest relation, and they, in a way, regulate each other. Unless you know a lot about circuitry and axles and internal diatomics in power distribution, in which case, go NASCAR.
And don't let anybody tell you IT is all relative. IT is a lot more dangerous than your average engine on the road. Either way, you gotta pay if you want IT to drive that way.
Which brings me to another point. We could be talking about Fusion, and bridges, and engineering, and Nuclear Physics, and power structures regulated by the same government who classifies people such as myself under one umbrella and puts us on the shelf. But if I called IT "Fusion", I don't believe it would do justice to the absolute potential and integrity of this big wheel turning petal on the pedals of energy. IT is the difference between I and U, the forever debated spelling and grammatical structure which places IT, or fusion, in an "I" sort of way in a class by itself. Beauty is in the "i" of the beholder. I hope this is how you feel, as well the S.S. , in a class by yourself. Remember to share. Any questions can be related to joelbrooks@ymail.com. I answer every, yes, EVERY letter that comes in relation to this particular work. I say "I" is right for one, but "U" is also right for you. Nothing to lose sleep over counting sheep.
I ain't mad at ya. I got nothing but for love for you. Do your thing. But before you read on, I have a suggestion. Make sure you have initially familiarized yourself with this books INDEX. Otherwise I will be the mad hole puncher who made the mess on the floor to bind up the book, and then said "Huh. Musta snowed." What you will be missing, is that I checked the weather previous to the punch, and drunk on it all, dreamed of a white Christmas down the hall.
Simple, but you might not appreciate if you don't give it at least a precursory glance. IT is going to get a bit more technical around the edges from here, peeps. Word play with number play, with driving me, madder than the maddest of hatters. Take a look and you will see into your imagination. No mushroom cloud, I assure you. Not until the prologue.
Just as the Atomic Bomb was not Nuclear Power Plant ENERGY, this is not anti - matter. This is Fission, my vision.
Not only is my eye sight 20/13, but my hind sight as you will see if you read on, is as well. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind, that this, good people, is the bomb. As fine tuned past e-mail corresponding acquaintances of mine, "Bear" and "Babbs" I am sure would agree with me in a disgusted, common sense sort of twisted - twister "you said it mister" sort of way, IT is far from over for all of us at once. The clocks gone wild, time is running out, it is time to talk some basics with all of you before I fly over the cuckoos nest one last time. Time is of the essence, and one rotten apple weighing as much as a good one, could fall just as quickly in to my Cracker Barrel if I don't make haste. So let me give all of you, one enormous glance into the history which indeed proves to all of you who absorb, knowledge is power, and IT's time to play ball."
Chapter V. "It's Not Sean"
The fraternizing of the antithesis of the anti matter conjecture could perhaps end all of this at one time, if we let it. But lets just say that Mr. Brown is a series killer, and did his RESEARCH individually as I have! This is the present day future, ladies and gentlemen.
The stuff we often are not told by grown ups who don't want us to panic when we are at large, and not so much anymore largess without our digits to point the right direction. My mother tried to teach me not to point, so sorry there killers. You are what you are. And so am I, one killer physicist. Self made, self run, self siding, self serving, selfish at times, and self manipulating you to believe in something that took me almost four decades to come up with.
Thank God, you're still with me. Since you are, let's move along.
Once apoun a time, I was scavenging the beach in Venice Beach for discarded or lost items to fulfill my material needs, which are at times all too pathetic. As I was wondering, I overheard a voice saying, "Big Puffy combed the beach..." and wondered if all my Sean John's johns were beach leftovers. I then took a swim to prove I wasn't shark bait. At least that day. Just a few nibblers, that's all.
So let's take a swim. This is not Sean, this is OZENOZ. And he has a series of mistakes which are riddling his memoirs with a brilliant end before his time.
So let's get down to business, I ain't got no time to play around, what is IT? IT is the source of energy which can, and will in our not so distant future end the need for bloody oil. Forgive me, I'm Irish, and one good drink away, but also for blood for oil. And quite simply, oil is not so plentiful, you know what I'm saying? So, who needs it? Well, everybody to be honest. Everyone except cavemen, but then again there is Gieco.
This is not the leftovers I bargained for, but IT is in fact the very basis of the research I started out doing, to be honest, shortly after graduating, and continued to bang my head against the wall about for the next year and a half.
I then took some aspirin, some LSD, and really lost IT for quite awhile. But that's just IT, some would say. That's not IT at all I am here to tell you.
What I gained in the release of my former addictions was not to rear it's awesome effective consciousness and multi- dimensional awareness in my life for even more years to come. You can't always get what you want, I want more than anything to be free of chemical bondage. So let's discuss that.
What exactly should be introduced to the anti- matter in order to positively co-angulate the requisite factoring I presuppose with out spending my lifetime doing the figures, will work in order to finish the job once and for all, and continue the positive gains on the meter reader level. This is a meatier meteor than I could possibly not have pointed out by now, taken as a simple solution.
Knowledge is the key. Wisdom is the doorway. Life is the door. aLL HAVE ONE. The simplest solution is the answer, indeed. Water anyone? we have plenty of it. It's the most life giving, friendly, abundant, and cell liberating substance we were ever introduced to. h2o. im gonna hit the showers now. there's a light show going on that i don't want to miss. relatively speaking.
I AM ABOUT TO GET HEAVY ON YOU, BUT LET'S MAKE THAT "HEAVY WATER".
I have to say this has been the longest discordant time I took apart this love, all to run my line. But I am not more than one man, so forgive me, please. That's all us and us right here and now, peeps. Everything is here and now, that is just the way it is, ain't it?
So let me tell it to you this way. For those of you who skipped the equatorial expansion document in front of the hemisphere that marks my hand drawn equations, this would be a good time to take a peek. For those of you who are lost, you can be found again by reading what comes before the book.
What is this lengthy explanation as a preface without further livening enlightenment on the topic? That would be folly, even more foolhearty than the hand that lays me to rest before I am finished.
1+2+2=1,2,3, 4, AND 5. This is a lot simpler than it sounds, and relates to the manipulation of matter within a super-collider in a very unique way.
Take for instance, my album: ONE. It is a double album, and therefore, two. In this case, we will let the two's simply represent ONE. Both of them beautiful two's are now ONE and ONE alone. But ONE is also ONE, in symbol and in additional value. Therefore, 1+2+2= 3.
Three to the fifth is two hundred and forty three.
This is a prime number, indeed, and not by fluke. It was designed that way in the triplicate order of the assigned character placing the value on the problem, and is a very useful example of the order of things which are sided to three.
Get it yet? Alright, now how exactly does this relate to the goings on of a super-collider?
The manipulation of the particles which are being, quite literally in a planned spontaneous way, molded to test and mimmick theoretical, and soon thereafter (we hope) known behavior within the quantum realm are made visible there.
This is a very useful thing in determining the behavior of heavenly bodies, which are in fact being represented within this magnificent machine in a microcosm of sorts. The further in you go, the further out you go. Far out, man! I mean, WAY far out in our case.
Take that ONE characteristic within the formula. Don't ask which ONE, you'll get IT.
There is only ONE ONE right? The others are two's, though they somehow become ONE as well. Brain-buster, huh?
Not really, IT is just that simple. Two's can be One's, if the market value is lost, or you just screw up. Or perhaps even if you don't screw up, and just give it away. Give it away now. That's all there is to IT. Lost all my money but a two dollar bill, and I am on my long journey home.
But since IT's all I have, I'm gonna make the two's count for two on this next journey. So 1+2+2= 5. Any first grader worth his stuff could tell you that. Me, I finished my math book in the first week, and was sat in the corner with a dunce cap, cause the teacher didn't feel like coming up with something else for me to do. And she didn't understand what the hell made me do IT. Neither do I, I have no reasonable explanation, IT's just my gut feeling. "The end is near, the end is near," perhaps that is just what is always in my ear.
Hell of a year, I advanced to an advanced class soon thereafter. Never forget that corner, though, any of them.
Cutting corners is a sort of hobby of mine. So let's get down to IT again. And what exactly is a corner?" Is IT curved? Yes. Is IT "V" shaped? Yes. Does examining IT help induce peace in inner workings? Well, let's run that through the super-collider and find out. I will let all of you come up with the other theoretical value adjustment explanations. All, how many? Light years ahead of me, I hope.
In the end of the theorem I present here as a statement of fact in the underlying revealing reveling value system it represents, is the additional factor which makes it all worthwhile. That would be the most startling, and comforting, and disowning exponent.
Disowning you say? Whatever does he mean by that?
This factor in the answer phase of the solved and run calculations has no real value other than to reveal the actual amount of energy which can and will be produced. Light years ahead of me, someone just sat up and said a "Haleluiah". Thems' big numbers, REAL big numbers. In the shape of a classic zen koan artist depicted flock of geese flying to in formation just as this combined effect in it's effective use on the reintroduction of life to a dead matter needs to be executed. Execution is then not the key, if you do remember. That is just a style point, thanks.
So in what way is that disowned? In the very fashion with which we recognize the entire left side of our equation.
What is left is simply change. What is left when we leave IT, is also change. The reintroduction, now listen up, here is the real "wowser".
The reintroduction can be a process on the same "substance" we will call IT, exponential amounts of times. IT is as resilient as IT is explosive. So we don't need a lot of IT. But don't forget that heavy stuff. Not when you are in need, and don't leave it lying around for the kids to play with. That wouldn't be prudent. That would be mass chaos, and calls for war. Some protective services would be in order as well. No joke.
Chapter IX: Why III Thrill
In duplicate, and in triplicate I will now lay to rest the plastic evidence bag of the bi-product of fission induced with heavy "agua" and self splitting anti matter. I think I just did. That's not funny, I've got to make some money.
Take for instance, seven dwarfs, mix in a pole star, and then for kicks run a black hole in that sector. What the hell is the universe coming to? In short, a very minor and relatively uneventful and dynamic show of the big test tubes in the sky. Shorties mind their own business, the self centered powerhouse feeds it's hole, and the hole, well it just never seems to fill up. All that stuff's gotta be going somewhere though. You know? Me either.
Notice that the dynamic and possibly intergalactic dance I just described came in three parts. That's not really all that important. The bi-product that left did make a mess somewhere though.
We're just not really sure where.
Yes, IT is indeed that strange. That's why the left of the equation is change. Now I'll say something scary. Dead things killing living things and making them disappear and go elsewhere. Ok, I'm not a horror writer. Let's hope it stays that way.
Index:
Honey Lemon Drop- For the smoker in you.
(See Chapter 1:Other People's Smoke Will Kill You )
Be Here Now- Story about my favorite shrink, and former LSD addict.
(See Chapter 2: There Is No 13)
The Vatican Observatory- Why the pope doesn't have to smoke dope.
(See Chapters 1,3: You Had Better VV)
Veterans Village of San Diego- Good people.
(See Chapter 4: 3=VV)
Sean John- Bad ass artist. Great designs.
(See Chapter 5: It's Not Sean)
C.I.A.- Christ IS alive.
(See Chapter 6: It's A Budding Fallout, Intelligence Facts,The Holy Bible)
M.I.A.- Mentally Ill Anonymous
(See Chapter 7: Why 1: Ill)
Drunk Tanks- Overflowing Welcoming
(See Chapter 8: Why 2: Chill, and G Love)
Turn Me On Dead Man- Number Nine Backward
(See Chapter 9: Why 3: Thrill)
Index- The War Machine
(See Pink Floyd. If they ever play again.)
Prologue- Is It That Time?
(Don't Stop or I Will Eat You Alive)
(UN)Cited Sources
Holographic Universe- Michael Talbot
Wikipedia- Various
The Tao of Physics- Fritopf Capra
Einstein's Dreams- Alan Lightman
Benito's Tree- Alan Lightman
Be Love Now- Baba Ram Dass
Transcendental Meditation and Multi - Dimensional Consciousness- Llhama Govinda
The Holy Bible- God, Jesus, Allah, Abraham, Various prophets
Wind Ways What III- My C.I.A. tested, mother approved laptop
KIX- Good stuff for milky cereal addicts with new shoes to run in
Cox- My cable provider
Etc.- What I need to do with all this shiznat special?!
Peace- Now
Peace- Now
Prologue
Basically, what I am trying to portray and perhaps induce is the love of mathematics, explained in a linear fashion with non linear defining principles. The beauty of this is, that those themselves are the actual road maps to the stars.
Did you ever look up in the sky and see a little blue light, followed by a red wave passing outward with speckles of things entering our atmosphere, and perhaps others, both man made and natural. If you take a look into some of the records of what occurred long before we were around, and you can, you would be astounded at what your naked eye is observing. There are all kinds of things, creation has given us, things like quarks. They can and do move so far across the reaches of space in the known universe in an instant, defying all known theories by simply seeming to neither effect, nor be effected by anything that came in their path.
Don't get me wrong, they do things, but on what scale do you measure our own still primitive and uniquely painfully slowly growing ability to monitor and understand the who, what, when, why, where, and how of that instantaneous migration. And believe me, there is a who. That is just a fact once again of the mathematical odds of what is a silly debate to enter into, being that we alone are all of creation.
The kind of thrust made capable by the mere presence of the results within the number crunching I have spoken previously here about, and being that they refer to actual behavior of things we possess produces an entirely new and fascinating problem. How much pressure does that create on the functioning biological body which is driving it. None at all, that is no problem. The problem is the unpredictable and as of yet unobserved events which those brave things in that brave ship will encounter which indeed will produce pressure.
Probes we have sent have traveled almost unfathomable distances to expand our knowledge of the map, the compass, and the smoothest and safest way to return.
One such nuclear powered satellite still as of recent, which had skirted the edges of the observable Milky Way we inhabit observable by the highest technological nearby orbiting observatories, returned in such a fashion that it missed colliding with our humble home by a mere approximation of somewhere around a hundred thousand miles. It was moving on, and still is. "That's why I say hey man, nice shot."
At first causary glance, this work seems to be more or less an entirely complex system of barraging the facts with flowery jargon, and unfashionable whit. For this I blame all of the scientific community. They are the ones that taught me, the absolutely nothing I know about where does the living love go, when IT is your flow. There IT IS, love!
The fall of the hydrogen petal is the rise of a larger, better source of energy than life itself can withstand within the solar system to have opened as Pandora would on our song within it's engineered to date primordial consequence. That is only to date, tragically, not to marry the possibilities as they stand in all totality. But what can stand the test of time? Only time itself. Goodbye love.
The time represented here, accumination of thirty six years of learning life's mysteries came apoun a desk nearer to my heart than I could almost handle. Mine own, that is. Braver are I to withstand the time test leaving lover gone from wicked deciept than I could almost bear to two, rather than one mad theory attest. What I present will almost to some, appear to be the two in question, but fear not, I am loyal and do not cheat, it is one solely of my own.
Only the solution can be for the greater good of the common source we all will tap in the divine flow that allows it to be so.
Saving our children are perhaps those two too wicked principles bereft of oar, those of the engineers of our modern technologies. Einsteins relativity in its virtuous non linear defining expansion on the basis of mathematics and virtual realities we all thrive on, and simply Newtonian, showing that the apple never falls far from the tree. The source in question, though quite invisible, is an ever present source, flowing with it's fibrous plasmatic proton induced and neutron conglomerated essence tapped with the finest of stuff available to the modern day super-colliding genius. Hope he bumps into me after I am through with this exploratory reference point, which came to me in part as a study of Nuclear Regulatory Codes, Fault lines in Continental and smaller plates in the Earth, and Quantum mechanics, which defined a planetary alignment on March 11, 2011 that only happens every one hundred and and eighty seven or so thousand years, to our great relief. Light the years seem without these moving events.
Triglomerate pattern synchronicity in arrears of mid- wifing the support to both contain and release the power is at large. Translation: triangles more than ever, within the scientific community and creating the ever present Holographic Data Systems, are the key. As well as the lock.
Fission, as some may scoff, is the consistent flow (now get this) the pattern behavior of the observed, therefore existent particles within the sphere radiating from centered-ness and balance. It is in consciousness, the spectacle of resilient resistors to allow containment as this, or that, or the very moment in present day technology. To this point, it has been a "catch me as you can" problem with a very allusive subject matter. Literally, matter.
Matter of the highest potency imaginable.
Others will claim the equation came to them, and the variant principle as its key, map, and compass. Of this I can only pray. However there is one language life understands as its most love preserving and leveling, healing and forgiving (and rewarding) premise: HONESTY. I myself do not claim to be able to grasp the internal mathematical solution we are capable of reaching based on the equation I bring to light. It is far more numbers than my petty brain could ever hope to contain all at once and therefore process to an absolute enlightenment of what I do propose.
If any one of these geniuses can honestly take the stature of resistance to the persistence of the illusion of time as defined within relativity and, urge overkill, re- explain this to the extent found here, God speed and two to the head. Big ones. You're gonna have a hell of a time when you don't tongue tie everyone for miles, believe you me. And so it begins. Gentlemen! Start your engines! Fission is here at long everlasting dead beat first.
Chapter II: "There is no 13."
Unlucky the fall of Rome in New Testament, it poses the legally binding consequentially debated logic systems to work overtime in modern society. Will history itself ever let it go? There is only one constant in life, and that is change. The only constant in Fission is the same. And change IT does, ever and always. IT is the only matter I can say which says "IT", as a matter of fact can go from dead to almost eternal energy for all who are so bright. There is only one in history who has done as such as well. He lives in eternity, much as my work lives in hell. Just a little Catholic humor for you there people. Could be good. Could be very good. Could be the most harmful theory ever.
Are theories harmful? Just as I once said about my medicines, they are not harmful.
The abuse of them is.
To date more than one in theory is to seize the opportunity to construct and idealize founders glory in it's retreating glance at their cheating lover's quarrel over a misprinted conjecture. Or perhaps that is just my failing belief in my own idealogical basis stemming from a highly overrated non- enrolled but attendee degree of mine own. Translation: I am an independent study fanatic who attended up to and including brown league universities trading notes with various professors of high degree, but with what degree of objection do I claim to have the status to submit this as a fact of my own findings to the scientific community? It is to my understanding that Thomas Payne wrote a book which is the basis of our, being America, countries policy and course of action. It is however, more truthful in number to point out that "The Wealth of Nations", both before and post dating the American Revolution most completely explains the formation of our "successful" democratic society. And the numbers, they always change based on a table which is indeed, great physics. Bought into and preserved, made common practice and historical and theoretical, must I say, proof, by the hard earned dollars of the working class man. It is by these same precepts of common sense, with which I hope to earn your very valuable ears.
Please do read on.
In order to reach the basis of my conclusive equation, which summarizes the entire point of Fission in symbol and number, theory and antithetical argumentative points, therefore tying up and summarizing the deviants purpose in the long hand calculations as well as closing any doubts that may linger, I took on this. This was to say that I was judging the calculations needed as to the possibility of such an energy and it's, though ever changing quality being present in a most extreme fashion; this is to the possibility of this very source being captured and trained for our purpose and I am here to say, we can, will, and do. My next study will be The Loch Ness Monster, and how to get him to serve me my biscuits and earl grey. Not.
Basically, what I am saying in this chapter is that there is no unlucky number. There is no line on the left of the symbol for change that makes it absolute. There is no way that Friday the Thirteenth will ever be known as anything but a day of slaughter and mayhem. But I recently read about a serial killer who maimed and dismembered corpses, was a practiced cannibal, and yes, took lives from this Earth. I also read that he is a present day released and rehabilitated human who is an active celebrity artist. So suspend your disbelief, the entire left side of the equation is change. Change is what it is in essence. This is what makes it so very elusive.
I am not talking about a fluctuation in power. I am talking about the very core structure of it's very particular (joke there) structural makeup in various phases of the process that is symbolic of the rapid cycling of the birth and death of matter. It is not quite the same thing as a simple power fluctuation.
And it is never quite the same thing again. Just kidding. That would make this defunct. Let's move on to the right side. The fun stuff happens there.
The lesson here is to imperfectly retire and reorganize (or vice versa) the current co - existing climactic cleansing chaos theory satellites beating the tortoise to hair's breadth amazingly always being ahead of the race all day, every day manipulation of our virtual knowledge of nature's due course. And we never have a bad hair day. I need to get mine cut. Thanks for telling me ahead of time, Einstein.
You see, Holographic Data Storage when prolongated into spectrum systemic reactive and collective bargaining of the data can, will, (does) safeguard in full enough spectrum the alignment to its interior, in theory. Combined with the predictive movements within chaos theory, it forms a very complete barrier for this wildabeast to be contained within.
I have done a lot of reading into the nature of this spectacle of dark violators, itching to grab the nearest flow streaming like a magnetic lover into the depths of its very largess prosthetilized and energized sarcophocal remains.
This is not a killer for sure, but sure acts it.
Don't get me wrong, there have been some really genius mass killers. Take for instance, Hitler. He fixed the German economy in no time.
He just said, "That's not yours, it's mine." Economy fixed, and recess at kindergarten permanently. All of the German students advanced, and the rest is well, a war, you know.
This brings me to a very powerful point. What else can Fission do? Lets just put it this way. In the future, don't be surprised if the President calls a press conference and says to them "Hey John, I'll take your question in a minute. Thank you Mr. Crapper, I know you have a lot of stuff on your mind.
But I also know you have it in your bank account. So anyway, I have called this meeting to announce to all of you exactly what happened in the night sky overnight. Well, you see we just took out Mars and Venus. The whole men are from Mars thing, women are from Venus was getting to be too much of a heated problem. So we took them both out on a rather permanent date. Historical date.
That is no longer an issue.
Equality of the sexes is important people. Alright, yes we will, indeed start with John Crapper, "the Fifth".
What's your question? Mars and Venus, yes. Don't forget to wipe."
No kidding. What a vision, Fission.
Chapter III. "You had better VV."
"Stupid id add stoop id does..."
Something I often remind myself before and after completing a chapter. My identification was entirely out of left field, running for the end zone at the speed of light while ignoring the fact that all I had to do to get a hit, was slow the hell down. So let me try that now.
Let's start with the English alphabet.
Each character represents a different value, or sound, vibration if you want to get really different and talk like a physicist. Each vibration creates an entirely different effect. It also must begin with an entirely different process in the formation of the sound. In the beginning there was the word, a big one (I assume) and you were off and communicating.
Much in the same way, the numeric values of these charted states of matter in their exponentially varying processes both determining and by IT's energy, have a sort of calling card of their own. They speak to us, as they should, I'd be kind of worried if all I was made up of decided not to talk to me anymore.
In a different way, Llhama Govinda in his brilliant work: "Transcendental Meditation and Multi - Dimensional Consciousness" described to us the characteristics of the basic Sanskrit seed syllables and the way in which they alter the physics of consciousness. (Something else. I can't do the math on) Each individual value however, is completely ignorant of the next phase of development it's very own makeup will induce. Does that sound familiar? Let's talk turkey.
H is the breath of the Universe. It is also way up there as an element on the periodic table of elements. O is always round. Universally so, and therefore the precursor to adjoining the expansion of all things at all times.
Periodically as well, blowing our minds. M and M alone is the mortal vibration. Perhaps someone should tell Marshall Mathers. A is for aspiration, and ascension through the dimensions which one can step into (theoretically) and peek on your favorite stars nightly activities. U is the sound of the immortal in the mortal. It doesn't take a Trekkie to recognize that all of their badges were a symbol to "live long and prosper", though perhaps a bit wired and ascue. That, by the way was complimentary, referring to the initial fact of the expanding longevity of U.
We've made it this far, let's go one step further.
In fact what all this means to us is that we have a system that is all very relative to the very things IT, in IT's various values when strung together and broadcast over different powers of wavelength can portray and in fact create in our lives. The language of love is in fact, love itself. That is a point which I don't expect to be argued. But the word love does not, unless properly formed, pronounced, identified with, used, and put into action have it's full and very exquisitely life fulfilling and changing, energetic effect unless I say so. Trust me, that's what I tell them all, why is this real? Because I say so. And I do so. And I am saving up all that I can to make sure when we are at end, the ends get us around the bends.
That is what Fission is all about. An ever changing, huge source of energy to light up the world, that is most characteristic so far, only of Romeo and Juliet if they in fact were modern day physicists. This does not concern me anymore. As any good Catholic can tell you, science is a demon to be dealt with in an even handed, logical fashion. Only to be believed over religious statutes by those lacking in faith.
I hope I can convince all you devils to continue reading.
You see, I saw Satan on the beach, trying to catch a ray. He wasn't quite the speed of light, and the Squirming Coil, it got away. Much as has the mutating property mass of matter which, if we could capture and manipulate internally and externally, IT would lead us to a far more unimaginable amount of transistor coils humming with raw electricity far and wide, but either IT, or us is squirming a bit too much. And when you try too hard to capture love, you find that the only way to indeed maintain is to let IT go.
I can't let IT go, then it would truly be free, and who the hell gives away almost unlimited power for free? (besides Tesla) Besides my fiancee, of course, no one that I know. At least in their right minds, or even perhaps in their wrong ones.
You see the value placed on the matter in question, by one such writer, who wrote a book that sold more copies than the Bible in it's year of release and made him a billionaire, is not an anti- thing. It was by that particular party amongst others, who all referred to IT as anti- matter. I have spoken of Demons.
Now let us speak of Angels.
Indeed an Angel who is living from within the light of GOD, or even Good Orderly Direction, can make sure all of his deliveries are on time and received well, and come in nice tight little ordered bits of divine energy spent well on the subject at hand.
"The delivery went well. Congratulations."
Satan, being an Angel who has fallen, very much so compares to the modern day assumption on anti-matter. It can be contained, barely, and is mortally deadly with hellfire involved when it comes into contact with the matter alive and regulated around IT. I am here to tell you that IT is neither Angel nor demon, and that with the future vision of the popular scientific community, what should not be in question is the use of anti matter, but the matter which is left when it is reintroduced to living particles. That my dear friends, coming from something which kills particles, is matter of an entirely different nature.
The ironic nature of my thesis here, is that (besides the proof of my drinking joy) the anti- matter is not in it's in fact final state of flux when it will be contained. IT is in fact still undergoing a process very easily seen in the way in which IT was given birth, in theory, of course. If we reintroduce ourselves having brought IT in to the world with the proper language of love, Fission (I keep calling IT) is not such an anti- matter to the world around IT's seeded, grown, and now birthed identity as would have other very popular, and might I say as a matter of fact, fictional, self preserving entities. Fission is like the sound released in creation in the Hopi religion, very comparable to the Big Bang, or well people, in the beginning the "word" is bond. In the beginning there is a vibration, it explodes with such incredible force and velocity that what it leaves around it is altered completely. The state of the particles when they are observed after they are touched much believably so by the antithesis of Fission is that they are very much so, shattered in their very light reflecting and therefore observable energies or presence, and by all means usefulness to us for a near eternity, or dead. But much as Atomic energy is brought about after isolating and containing a single source of very unique properties and causing it to go about a splitting much akin to the splitting and reproduction of cells in a growing fetus, or our replenishing bodies, this is only the isolation factor. I know I am not alone in seeing this as a very common sense thing. Time will tell, and so will isotopes.
We must sing to our babies in the womb, help them along. Of course all of the most crucial stuff in the long run happens in the delivery room, but we cannot say we just have a dead baby on conception, assume it is a demon which will kill everything on birth, and leave it alone, can we? Know we don't. Viva Vegas, we play the numbers and win a big life long lesson.
Chapter IV. "3=VV"
Time is of the very essence. What we are talking about, as I am sure any of the number of you who have followed me to this point, is anti - matter. It doesn't matter, and neither does anything around IT if let run free with no bridges to doing independent good, which society has proven can only be done, by contributing to others and not usually by killing them. This is why I turn drug dealers who are doctors as well as doctors who are drug dealers away, all in the dark, I am sure, but less in the "read" than they can claim to make a cure. All in a nights work.
Let me make a scary thought for you. Your engine is much like what we need. It is a spark, an ignition, it is then heat and combustion, it drives a mechanism which in turn produces the (fusion shows us) electrical and mechanical and chemical energy to drive IT home every day. In between routine government inspection, of course. Was that hard? I don't know, license took me one try, IT's the car that forever eludes me with the solution in that order. I am hoping after this to "take two", because I smoke too much if I "take five" and so does my vision. Mechanics rule the world if you let them. Yes, electrical, mechanical, and chemical in reverse order is all about the fives. If you notice in the theorem that solves the puzzle, there are no fives. In "test" there are two. In control, there is "one". But in the solution, as one officer pointed out to me, not taking five is the key. Take one, then take two, take three, then take four, then at the very last...take five.
While you got it going on, don't just get it on people's. But I am jumping way ahead to Chapter VII., where I will explain why 1+2+2= 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Perhaps there is a five in sight. I will leave the subtraction, our division, and it's multiplicands simply as the exponent. We will cover just one. One is all that is needed. As I am sure you have figured out by now. But my control lends itself to the solution. So, without further Mountain Dew, let me roll away to this in the morning hue before the riddle is dead to you. And I love "ewes", he said sheepishly.
It relates to the computer that is IT's closest relation, and they, in a way, regulate each other. Unless you know a lot about circuitry and axles and internal diatomics in power distribution, in which case, go NASCAR.
Or you could be like that Italian bookie limo service owner I once lived with, and drive your Ferrari around with a suitcase full of cash for the tickets.
Either way, time is the money factor.
And don't let anybody tell you IT is all relative. IT is a lot more dangerous than your average engine on the road. Either way, you gotta pay if you want IT to drive that way.
Which brings me to another point. We could be talking about Fusion, and bridges, and engineering, and Nuclear Physics, and power structures regulated by the same government who classifies people such as myself under one umbrella and puts us on the shelf. But if I called IT "Fusion", I don't believe it would do justice to the absolute potential and integrity of this big wheel turning petal on the pedals of energy. IT is the difference between I and U, the forever debated spelling and grammatical structure which places IT, or fusion, in an "I" sort of way in a class by itself. Beauty is in the "i" of the beholder. I hope this is how you feel, as well the S.S. , in a class by yourself. Remember to share. Any questions can be related to joelbrooks@ymail.com. I answer every, yes, EVERY letter that comes in relation to this particular work. I say "I" is right for one, but "U" is also right for you. Nothing to lose sleep over counting sheep.
That's just love.
I ain't mad at ya. I got nothing but for love for you. Do your thing. But before you read on, I have a suggestion. Make sure you have initially familiarized yourself with this books INDEX. Otherwise I will be the mad hole puncher who made the mess on the floor to bind up the book, and then said "Huh. Musta snowed." What you will be missing, is that I checked the weather previous to the punch, and drunk on it all, dreamed of a white Christmas down the hall.
Simple, but you might not appreciate if you don't give it at least a precursory glance. IT is going to get a bit more technical around the edges from here, peeps. Word play with number play, with driving me, madder than the maddest of hatters. Take a look and you will see into your imagination. No mushroom cloud, I assure you. Not until the prologue.
Just as the Atomic Bomb was not Nuclear Power Plant ENERGY, this is not anti - matter. This is Fission, my vision.
Not only is my eye sight 20/13, but my hind sight as you will see if you read on, is as well. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind, that this, good people, is the bomb. As fine tuned past e-mail corresponding acquaintances of mine, "Bear" and "Babbs" I am sure would agree with me in a disgusted, common sense sort of twisted - twister "you said it mister" sort of way, IT is far from over for all of us at once. The clocks gone wild, time is running out, it is time to talk some basics with all of you before I fly over the cuckoos nest one last time. Time is of the essence, and one rotten apple weighing as much as a good one, could fall just as quickly in to my Cracker Barrel if I don't make haste. So let me give all of you, one enormous glance into the history which indeed proves to all of you who absorb, knowledge is power, and IT's time to play ball."
"A- men? B- men. C- men? D- men! E! Men. F, Men. G, Men, Hi J. Its K. LMNTREE Publishing isn't just for girls. I write fiction, and comedy, and other things too. U I O. OZENOZ WHO? Don't worry we're all over before halftime. Go Ducks! Go Engineers! Go EWES! Just go. And do me a flavor, hurry up and buy!"
Chapter V. "It's Not Sean"
The fraternizing of the antithesis of the anti matter conjecture could perhaps end all of this at one time, if we let it. But lets just say that Mr. Brown is a series killer, and did his RESEARCH individually as I have! This is the present day future, ladies and gentlemen.
The stuff we often are not told by grown ups who don't want us to panic when we are at large, and not so much anymore largess without our digits to point the right direction. My mother tried to teach me not to point, so sorry there killers. You are what you are. And so am I, one killer physicist. Self made, self run, self siding, self serving, selfish at times, and self manipulating you to believe in something that took me almost four decades to come up with.
Thank God, you're still with me. Since you are, let's move along.
Once apoun a time, I was scavenging the beach in Venice Beach for discarded or lost items to fulfill my material needs, which are at times all too pathetic. As I was wondering, I overheard a voice saying, "Big Puffy combed the beach..." and wondered if all my Sean John's johns were beach leftovers. I then took a swim to prove I wasn't shark bait. At least that day. Just a few nibblers, that's all.
So let's take a swim. This is not Sean, this is OZENOZ. And he has a series of mistakes which are riddling his memoirs with a brilliant end before his time.
So let's get down to business, I ain't got no time to play around, what is IT? IT is the source of energy which can, and will in our not so distant future end the need for bloody oil. Forgive me, I'm Irish, and one good drink away, but also for blood for oil. And quite simply, oil is not so plentiful, you know what I'm saying? So, who needs it? Well, everybody to be honest. Everyone except cavemen, but then again there is Gieco.
This is not the leftovers I bargained for, but IT is in fact the very basis of the research I started out doing, to be honest, shortly after graduating, and continued to bang my head against the wall about for the next year and a half.
I then took some aspirin, some LSD, and really lost IT for quite awhile. But that's just IT, some would say. That's not IT at all I am here to tell you.
What I gained in the release of my former addictions was not to rear it's awesome effective consciousness and multi- dimensional awareness in my life for even more years to come. You can't always get what you want, I want more than anything to be free of chemical bondage. So let's discuss that.
What exactly should be introduced to the anti- matter in order to positively co-angulate the requisite factoring I presuppose with out spending my lifetime doing the figures, will work in order to finish the job once and for all, and continue the positive gains on the meter reader level. This is a meatier meteor than I could possibly not have pointed out by now, taken as a simple solution.
The simplest solution, is the answer.
Knowledge is the key. Wisdom is the doorway. Life is the door. aLL HAVE ONE. The simplest solution is the answer, indeed. Water anyone? we have plenty of it. It's the most life giving, friendly, abundant, and cell liberating substance we were ever introduced to. h2o. im gonna hit the showers now. there's a light show going on that i don't want to miss. relatively speaking.
Chapter VI: It's A Budding Fallout
I AM ABOUT TO GET HEAVY ON YOU, BUT LET'S MAKE THAT "HEAVY WATER".
Chapter VII: Why I: Ill
I have to say this has been the longest discordant time I took apart this love, all to run my line. But I am not more than one man, so forgive me, please. That's all us and us right here and now, peeps. Everything is here and now, that is just the way it is, ain't it?
So let me tell it to you this way. For those of you who skipped the equatorial expansion document in front of the hemisphere that marks my hand drawn equations, this would be a good time to take a peek. For those of you who are lost, you can be found again by reading what comes before the book.
What is this lengthy explanation as a preface without further livening enlightenment on the topic? That would be folly, even more foolhearty than the hand that lays me to rest before I am finished.
1+2+2=1,2,3, 4, AND 5. This is a lot simpler than it sounds, and relates to the manipulation of matter within a super-collider in a very unique way.
Take for instance, my album: ONE. It is a double album, and therefore, two. In this case, we will let the two's simply represent ONE. Both of them beautiful two's are now ONE and ONE alone. But ONE is also ONE, in symbol and in additional value. Therefore, 1+2+2= 3.
Three to the fifth is two hundred and forty three.
This is a prime number, indeed, and not by fluke. It was designed that way in the triplicate order of the assigned character placing the value on the problem, and is a very useful example of the order of things which are sided to three.
Get it yet? Alright, now how exactly does this relate to the goings on of a super-collider?
The manipulation of the particles which are being, quite literally in a planned spontaneous way, molded to test and mimmick theoretical, and soon thereafter (we hope) known behavior within the quantum realm are made visible there.
This is a very useful thing in determining the behavior of heavenly bodies, which are in fact being represented within this magnificent machine in a microcosm of sorts. The further in you go, the further out you go. Far out, man! I mean, WAY far out in our case.
Take that ONE characteristic within the formula. Don't ask which ONE, you'll get IT.
There is only ONE ONE right? The others are two's, though they somehow become ONE as well. Brain-buster, huh?
Not really, IT is just that simple. Two's can be One's, if the market value is lost, or you just screw up. Or perhaps even if you don't screw up, and just give it away. Give it away now. That's all there is to IT. Lost all my money but a two dollar bill, and I am on my long journey home.
But since IT's all I have, I'm gonna make the two's count for two on this next journey. So 1+2+2= 5. Any first grader worth his stuff could tell you that. Me, I finished my math book in the first week, and was sat in the corner with a dunce cap, cause the teacher didn't feel like coming up with something else for me to do. And she didn't understand what the hell made me do IT. Neither do I, I have no reasonable explanation, IT's just my gut feeling. "The end is near, the end is near," perhaps that is just what is always in my ear.
Hell of a year, I advanced to an advanced class soon thereafter. Never forget that corner, though, any of them.
Cutting corners is a sort of hobby of mine. So let's get down to IT again. And what exactly is a corner?" Is IT curved? Yes. Is IT "V" shaped? Yes. Does examining IT help induce peace in inner workings? Well, let's run that through the super-collider and find out. I will let all of you come up with the other theoretical value adjustment explanations. All, how many? Light years ahead of me, I hope.
Chapter VIII: Why Two: Chill
In the end of the theorem I present here as a statement of fact in the underlying revealing reveling value system it represents, is the additional factor which makes it all worthwhile. That would be the most startling, and comforting, and disowning exponent.
Disowning you say? Whatever does he mean by that?
This factor in the answer phase of the solved and run calculations has no real value other than to reveal the actual amount of energy which can and will be produced. Light years ahead of me, someone just sat up and said a "Haleluiah". Thems' big numbers, REAL big numbers. In the shape of a classic zen koan artist depicted flock of geese flying to in formation just as this combined effect in it's effective use on the reintroduction of life to a dead matter needs to be executed. Execution is then not the key, if you do remember. That is just a style point, thanks.
So in what way is that disowned? In the very fashion with which we recognize the entire left side of our equation.
What is left is simply change. What is left when we leave IT, is also change. The reintroduction, now listen up, here is the real "wowser".
The reintroduction can be a process on the same "substance" we will call IT, exponential amounts of times. IT is as resilient as IT is explosive. So we don't need a lot of IT. But don't forget that heavy stuff. Not when you are in need, and don't leave it lying around for the kids to play with. That wouldn't be prudent. That would be mass chaos, and calls for war. Some protective services would be in order as well. No joke.
Chapter IX: Why III Thrill
In duplicate, and in triplicate I will now lay to rest the plastic evidence bag of the bi-product of fission induced with heavy "agua" and self splitting anti matter. I think I just did. That's not funny, I've got to make some money.
Take for instance, seven dwarfs, mix in a pole star, and then for kicks run a black hole in that sector. What the hell is the universe coming to? In short, a very minor and relatively uneventful and dynamic show of the big test tubes in the sky. Shorties mind their own business, the self centered powerhouse feeds it's hole, and the hole, well it just never seems to fill up. All that stuff's gotta be going somewhere though. You know? Me either.
Notice that the dynamic and possibly intergalactic dance I just described came in three parts. That's not really all that important. The bi-product that left did make a mess somewhere though.
We're just not really sure where.
Yes, IT is indeed that strange. That's why the left of the equation is change. Now I'll say something scary. Dead things killing living things and making them disappear and go elsewhere. Ok, I'm not a horror writer. Let's hope it stays that way.
Index:
Honey Lemon Drop- For the smoker in you.
(See Chapter 1:Other People's Smoke Will Kill You )
Be Here Now- Story about my favorite shrink, and former LSD addict.
(See Chapter 2: There Is No 13)
The Vatican Observatory- Why the pope doesn't have to smoke dope.
(See Chapters 1,3: You Had Better VV)
Veterans Village of San Diego- Good people.
(See Chapter 4: 3=VV)
Sean John- Bad ass artist. Great designs.
(See Chapter 5: It's Not Sean)
C.I.A.- Christ IS alive.
(See Chapter 6: It's A Budding Fallout, Intelligence Facts,The Holy Bible)
M.I.A.- Mentally Ill Anonymous
(See Chapter 7: Why 1: Ill)
Drunk Tanks- Overflowing Welcoming
(See Chapter 8: Why 2: Chill, and G Love)
Turn Me On Dead Man- Number Nine Backward
(See Chapter 9: Why 3: Thrill)
Index- The War Machine
(See Pink Floyd. If they ever play again.)
Prologue- Is It That Time?
(Don't Stop or I Will Eat You Alive)
(UN)Cited Sources
Holographic Universe- Michael Talbot
Wikipedia- Various
The Tao of Physics- Fritopf Capra
Einstein's Dreams- Alan Lightman
Benito's Tree- Alan Lightman
Be Love Now- Baba Ram Dass
Transcendental Meditation and Multi - Dimensional Consciousness- Llhama Govinda
The Holy Bible- God, Jesus, Allah, Abraham, Various prophets
Wind Ways What III- My C.I.A. tested, mother approved laptop
KIX- Good stuff for milky cereal addicts with new shoes to run in
Cox- My cable provider
Etc.- What I need to do with all this shiznat special?!
Peace- Now
Peace- Now
Prologue
Basically, what I am trying to portray and perhaps induce is the love of mathematics, explained in a linear fashion with non linear defining principles. The beauty of this is, that those themselves are the actual road maps to the stars.
Did you ever look up in the sky and see a little blue light, followed by a red wave passing outward with speckles of things entering our atmosphere, and perhaps others, both man made and natural. If you take a look into some of the records of what occurred long before we were around, and you can, you would be astounded at what your naked eye is observing. There are all kinds of things, creation has given us, things like quarks. They can and do move so far across the reaches of space in the known universe in an instant, defying all known theories by simply seeming to neither effect, nor be effected by anything that came in their path.
Don't get me wrong, they do things, but on what scale do you measure our own still primitive and uniquely painfully slowly growing ability to monitor and understand the who, what, when, why, where, and how of that instantaneous migration. And believe me, there is a who. That is just a fact once again of the mathematical odds of what is a silly debate to enter into, being that we alone are all of creation.
The kind of thrust made capable by the mere presence of the results within the number crunching I have spoken previously here about, and being that they refer to actual behavior of things we possess produces an entirely new and fascinating problem. How much pressure does that create on the functioning biological body which is driving it. None at all, that is no problem. The problem is the unpredictable and as of yet unobserved events which those brave things in that brave ship will encounter which indeed will produce pressure.
Probes we have sent have traveled almost unfathomable distances to expand our knowledge of the map, the compass, and the smoothest and safest way to return.
One such nuclear powered satellite still as of recent, which had skirted the edges of the observable Milky Way we inhabit observable by the highest technological nearby orbiting observatories, returned in such a fashion that it missed colliding with our humble home by a mere approximation of somewhere around a hundred thousand miles. It was moving on, and still is. "That's why I say hey man, nice shot."
At first causary glance, this work seems to be more or less an entirely complex system of barraging the facts with flowery jargon, and unfashionable whit. For this I blame all of the scientific community. They are the ones that taught me, the absolutely nothing I know about where does the living love go, when IT is your flow. There IT IS, love!
