good...not quite as poetic...i was getting tired of that style.....

What do you mean? What style?

Tired of the structure? Or tired of the abstraction?

the style i was using....almost straight poetry, it needed to be broken up....

Well I just try to find a harmonious medium between us that will suite the reader

It was beautiful writing, just a little confusing

understood

Almost all your metaphors and word combinations are still there

I think it is good you continue this style because it gives me alot to work with

Its hard to write initially in a flowing manner what we want to convey

I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is encaged, held timid amidst desires to tear lose the bars and rampantly destroy the abyss, my home. Swirling netlike in the spire it is entwined intrinsic into all things. If brought to life this creation with its' precepts and nuances, will not bow but to its own will.

Vulnerable before me this naked face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and wave on behalf of guided purpose

this entrie's stucture is a little off: I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is e.

yeah it is a little awkward. I think I am going to step away from it for now. I am still not in my right frame of my mind

I was thinking we could use a salad to represent the medly that forms the gods

we could call one god tomato, another lettuce, another cheese, and another dressing

and the creation of the universe could be called the tossing of the salad lol

You know what a shit job would be. If you were the diplomat going to seek a barbarian hordes submission

I mean and to think people probably got promoted up to messanger

When I awaken in the darkened night from my new dream with the fear it will be fleeting, I will have found some peace for there it will be coursing as a river in my tangible touch.

Too askew or long?

from dreams with fleeting fear I find peace coursing as a river within tangible touch

pronouns and tense off

better

but missing something

From my dreams I awake with the fear they will be fleeting, but instead find them coursing as a river within my touch

who is they again...the masks?

dreams in that sentence

ah, wait

it might work I don't know

ok you lost me on this part

These are the dreams that awake and find homes just outside of the palace trapped in all manner of newfound changeling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any system. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite tainted glass should I choose this breed of darkness. I will no longer look alone to eternity. Its wings, its body, its sword I will no longer find.

I see where something can be started from this, but I don't feel it is

Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and surf on the waves of guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound themselves upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of my home. From my dreams I will awake with the fear they will be fleeting, but instead will find them coursing as a river within my touch.

touch.....core, being, mind, heart, bung hole....

the last touch...change it to one of the previous

Upon bended knees cringing before the unleashing of chaos, Order is animated with the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplative fear, it will writhe on the waves of guided purpose. Ruins and entities will abound upon the once stagnant, wondrous nightmare of my home. From dreams I will awake with undenounced fear that their absence will consume me, but instead I will find them as the torrents of a river in my veins

With that last sentence I am trying to say that what usually happens is that when he sleeps his dreams are vivid but when he wakes he cannot grasp them or remember them

PeonsBane: I will awake with the fear it was a fleeting dream, but instead will find the essence coursing as a river in my veins.

i awake with fear evert at my side taunting me into believing that it was a fleeting dream

These are the dreams that awake and find homes just outside of the palace trapped in all manner of newfound changeling matrix. Not one of the cities under the influence of Order will continue under any system. The jeweled insides of these creations will fragment under granite tainted glass should I choose this breed of darkness.

I like this but I think it is kinda stagnant

It loses me

Are you trying to say that order alone will fail?

they will all fail under the fail-safe entropy right?

this is an early reference to the returning of all things to the void

Needs to be cleared up a bit

I will no longer waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence will no longer tempt me with seduction. The lingering poisoned kiss in every nostalgic fond embrace will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come

i think this might be a little much....

How so

This is where you were going...I think anyway

it sound a bit sappy....lovey dovey....my fault i am sure....it doesnt carry strenghth like the priors do...it doesnt need totall revamping, but some

I will no longer walk alone beside eternity. Her beauty and eloquence will no longer seduce me. The lingering poisoned flare in every nostalgic glance will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come

The lingering memory flared in every reminiscent thought will haunt me as her epitaph for all ages to come

off and on, my head hurts and its distracting me...plus that girl I liked just got back from Houston where she was staying with that other guy for days

you guys are talking?

Yeah, but its a bit masochistic of me to be doing so

carpe diem

She has feeling for and is messing around with this other guy, I don't want her regardless if she would choose him initially anyway

I must risk it. I cannot waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence must not lure me to inaction. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt me as an epitaph to my efforts. Neither by malice nor by vengeful heart do I so detach; she will simply evolve within me from the black abyss to a point of light, beckoning me to endeavor. Her origin of form a pained memory forgotten with violent release.

Its good. I had to change a couple things because of vagueness or because they were not appropriate to that particular mask, but you did really awesome man.

I am still on Order, but its coming along

I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is encaged, held timid amidst desires to tear lose the bars and rampantly destroy the abyss, my home. Swirling netlike in the spire it is entwined intrinsic into all things. If brought to life this creation with its' precepts and nuances, will not bow but to its own will.

Vulnerable before me this naked face of trapped potential will become livid, teeming with agenda and revolution. Upon knees cringing before the outset of chaos, Order is animated in the essence of limitation and organization. Bathed full into the waters of would-be prophecy and over-contemplated fear, it will writhe and wave on behalf of guided pur

this entrie's stucture is a little off: I feel these naked faces attempting to pierce me into silent coercion. They sit as silent tumors ready to devour and replicate, in exponential fashion, their intent. In this Order my mind is

yeah it is a little awkward. I think I am going to step away from it for now. I am still not in my right frame of my mind

what if the monolith is time and they all remain bound to it, but when awoken creation starts

read what I sent before?

I must risk it. I cannot waltz alone beside eternity. Her beauty, poetry and eloquence must not lure me to inaction. The lingering memory flared in every sentimental thought of her will haunt me as an epitaph to my efforts. Neither by malice nor by vengeful heart do I so detach; she will simply evolve within me from the black abyss to a point of light, beckoning me to endeavor. Her origin of form a pained memory forgotten with violent release.

no that was another part I am pretty sure

cancelled out the waltz thing...you know for someone who likes dance metaphors you defeat the romantic notion of em lol

My children of the cosmos beckon me to give them life. They dance in my mind in choreographed measure, a dark dance of storms. Awestruck I gaze on in trepidation, the lucid-skinned bodies sealed and assimilated in the spire before me. The door will be closed and the key undone, binding them forever in a structured prison of delineated time. Chiseled down to broken shards of what once made all eternal, these new fragments will be set free with no instruction.

I am almost done editing order

Only echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other bind their action and potential. The monolith their only solace, it is the one stark constant that heals and hears their concerns, next to myself. With Order before me I feel my plan and the path to be made manifest. It is might to keep balance and the will to maintain it, to brace against the dynamic changes to come.

is this a stand alone paragraph or imbedded in an existing one

it begins in the middle of one then ends it

that makes more sense...

the first sentence is a run-on i think

Only echoed silhouettes of karmic temperance, the timeline that was once a mere monolith, and their restraints upon each other bind their action and potential. The monolith their only solace, it is the one stark constant that heals and hears their concernssave myself. With Order before I feel the path that will be made manifest. It is might that will keep the balance and the will shall maintain it, bracing against the dynamic changes to come.

edit chapters as they are finished

its fine. We would not be in a good place if we didn't nail it down a chapter at a time

Well for one a better initial and more concrete description of what the visual is from the "ones" perspective

I want a few more poems

you mean the masks and monolith? Yes

more poems

More visual description

More poems

Better transitions

transitions are weak

They definitely need severe work...I want to be able to see where a paragraph is coming from and going to and I don't

Also

What if the abyss is a lake

or an ocean

literally

here is the deal on the reader...i am going to get jom to read/edit/mutilate....but i want both of us to do the same foe his issue #1...

i like ocean alot better than "abyss"

The black ocean

sounds better

i am going to send it to you tonight and it will be our homework....it is 20 pages....large font and arrannged visaully so it is and easy read.....tear it up though...

be as critical as we are with each other

black ocean is great

waters work better for metaphors

wait

what about white ocean? white water has never been done

mercurychair@sprintpcs.com account

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LOOK HERE FOR OLD MATERIAL: SHOT IN THE DARK

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as soon as we read and critique this we will be able to turn aroiund and get him to do the same for ours....i am telling you man jim is the absolute best resource we have right now outside of ourselves...we dont need to sit on this...you will understand after you meet hi

talked to jim today and i am scoping out a comic publisher for him...can you go to google and do a search for copyrights...can you download the template and email it to sangsara

standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the white ocean just as he accepted the curse of time. sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now life....the dance that is now carried through all that have a beginning. a cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is now active inside every corner of a closed universe...he danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point...the captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played...dancing mad...wild in his heart as his children course and burned....melding with time...influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed...tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the white (birth waters) that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.....

And I had surgical addiction

You know what that is?

what is that

metallic implants?

hanging from ceilings and stuff?

at goth clubs

dont worry everyone in love has this dream

Its where you are addicted to operating on yourself or other people. Like cutting yourself just to sow it up

oh self mutilation

its in the DSM 4

Its more than that but yeah

it follows severe bipolar...schitophernia and borderline personality types

surgical addiction...nice ring to it

"Product 33"

the murderer is a bald female that suffers from trichtolomania, obsession with the number 33 and is now surgically addicted...thanks jason you rock

trict=obbsessed with hair removal in painful ways

I was being serious, that dream

I cut my girlfriend to pieces in it and I couldn't stop myself

Through the eyes of some mysterious winged perspective we tour the dank black ocean of eternity. Gliding over its ominous dark waves one can't help but be awestruck by its majesty and bliss. So serene as to warrant marvel, it is a monument to the wonder of mercurial perfection. We circle upon a peculiar point of interest standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks arranged upon a small ceremonial island.

Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity in the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all possibility of mutual influence. Quickly our perspective changes and we are dragged screaming, diving in a spiral toward the towering monolith, ultimately and abruptly perching upon it.

i really like heavy metallic sleep

It flow better now?

yeah it do flow betta.......you want to be a rapper with me

the magnificiently white duo

I closed the window before, I have no idea why either.

Standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the Mercurial ocean just as he accepted the curse of time. Sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now life. The dance that is now carried through all that have a beginning. A cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is now active inside every corner of a closed universe. He danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point. The captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played. Dancing mad, wild in his heart as his children coursed and burned melding with time influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the Chrome birth waters that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.....

That is good. Its more deliberate then what you usually write. I had a clear idea of what you were talking about and where you were going. Sometimes you get a little vague. Really good

use it somewhere

i thought the ocean was white

Maybe silver..like Mercury

dude my email is mecury chair

how about mercurial waters

it makes since with all the metal metaphors

Yes. Mercury water

mecurial ocean

You can know the temperture of the universe at all times lol

have you ever played with HG B4 ?

No, its poisonous

but really it is finished an easier for a more visual artist to see than the high minded philosophy that we have that is still unfinished

it makes since why he would be lost

it does now after seeing the juxtaposition between concrete and abstract styles

man I am about to shave my head. I am sick of this mop

my vision is a melodica band...i will play you a song that i hope to work on next time you are over...good stuff

so what kind of book deal do you think we will get?

I don't know. Probably not alot for our first book, or that is what I hear

there are different deals...

some with big advances, but if you don't sale that is all you get

we negotiate what we want

If you self-publish you get alot more per book going to your own pocket

we dont want to self publish

I know

This edit is still going to take a while

I must have spent 5 hrs on it already

Stuff needs to be added here and there

I was kinda toying with the idea of a poem for each mask

that could work

i am not scared of slow edit

i want it to be perfect...screw speed

he like the game title by the way The IND

check this out

jim is having dinner with mike williams, the owner of lrgames, and he is going to casully talk about the game...

he is also giving us a crit when ch 1 is done

does he know enough to be able to do that?

the dinner conv or the crit?

dinner

it is not going to be a formal pitch type conv...he assured me that it was going to be light and casual...

but he is going to drop our names and possible contact info if it goes well

should we make up a one page synopsis for him to bring with?

he did read the re-write that i took to dallas, and he saw the tree, as i explained it, so he has a pretty good grasp of our direction

synopsis would be perfect, we deinitily need that

do that tonight?

when are they having dinner

if you can...we can do it together tonight...i think fri but it may be sat

If they are interested in the game, the book may end up having to wait

possibly, but lets go full forward with the book for the present

dont you think

yes

i am excited man

i cant wait to have a finished chapter behind us...by the way i really like the poem for each mask idea...there is something there

hey choose a business card logo today and i am going to give a copy to a friend of mine and we are going to go ahead and get that going...so bring sketch book with you tonight

the mountains and the sun

I mean I write in fragments, but I think they sound well so I leave them

Through the eyes of some mysterious winged perspective we tour the silver mercurial waters of the ocean of eternity as set against a vast dark sky. Gliding over its ominous undulating waves one can't help but be awestruck by the brilliant intermingling of shadow casting tidals and silvered reflections, derived from some light unseen.

So engaging to warrant marvel, it is a monument of omnipresent mercurial perfection. Suddenly the angle of perspective becomes sweeping, and then finally arcing into a circular path set about a peculiar point of interest. Standing stark against the silence, four shackled masks arranged upon a small ceremonial island.

Closer inspection reveals a monolith center to the four, diversity in the face of each mask, and an accompanying plaque beneath each with inscriptions of some length. Chained to the monolith and bound in a heavy metallic sleep they are denied all but twitching animation.

suddenly our perspective changes and we are dragged screaming, diving in a spiral toward the towering monolith abruptly perching upon it.

that IS final copy for the first paragraph

Nothing much. I am offsetting the plaques in a slighty smaller font and 1.5 spacing instead of 2, all indented. To separate the plaque as a deliberate read.

From this perch the form of our perspective gazes upon his surrounding pieces, eyes falling first upon the elaborate plaque beneath the mask ahead of him.

The Mask of Order: Sentinel from the temptations of chaos. Vault to all known and seen. First of the two motivations, Order is responsible for all of the organized action to be set forth upon time. It holds all forms and actions deliberate for the goal of control and predictability

The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out all facts and figures, a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all seeming predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event is locked inside of Order and filed away for all time.

Fathomed charts and graphs of probability, it will long forever for the solace found in prophecy. Though a slaved protégé to linear time, it will gain affluence and influence.

PeonsBane: Taking a moment to ponder the plaque his stare drifts slowly, rising in respect toward the closed eyes of Order. Upon contact the eyes flash violently open and he is assailed with vagrant thoughts, wrought with fears, doubts, and hopes.

The voice of caution dwelling on fear of the unknown, but also as a positive force instilling purpose and guidance. From this need to guide it will obsessively seek out all facts and figures, all filigre and shadow,a savage desperate will set forth to seer. Encapsulating all seeming predictable for the guise of future sight. The idealistic catalogue of all action and event is locked inside of Order and filed away for all time.

A chess set with the book stuff as pieces

the 4 masks as king and queens

Do you remember the "we" paragraph you wrote?

we this, we that...remember?

Well that is going to be a spell

At the end of the first chapter where he brings them to life

Oh and by the way I am about done with page 5 and I edited that entire page of a paragraph that will be the spell [that is another page]. I want to add affects as that paragraph goes on when I get to it though...like "the mercurial waters begin to spiral about the Mask's temple" or something like that

The tribute to my sea of subtle bliss, Entropy is my one conciliation. It will limit all expansion no matter how purposed or impulsive, keeping the spire in check. For no matter what abounds in this new world Entropy will cage it to segmented time. There will be no permanence. No stagnant rock eternal, enduring all trial and tribulation. All is made to fall in my vortex storm-verse, so it is ensured by Entropy.

PeonsBane: I will not risk the complacency of my creation. Force of decay will stoke the fires, rather than watching them sway contented till the end of time. It is lack of possible of change that irrepressibly inclines things to merely exist. No likelihood of new design or intent without something giving way, making room for new vibrant form.

I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence.

Just some stuff I had to write in today, had a paragraph missing flow-wise

You never sent me that revision yesterday

Planting uncounted realities in vast succession and driving the nails of new form into the sheer blanket of oblivion

Its a fragment but it sounds good

As if the prototype concept of something new engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. "As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the face of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear.

Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its' rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our scream affect change within us, making us warriors not victims of its' story.

To stride boldly before our potential fall and not allow the wind to chase us unprepared into dreams we are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling silent poisons.

PeonsBane: Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar.

Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend your shame of infancy and exemplify your savage wills. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its' cold lifeless heart.

PeonsBane: Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its' cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!"

Breathe my dark sculptures and rage.

I just think its best if the poetry is mixed into the writing rather than it being constant. I mean this way it is a point of interest rather than rule. Makes it more interesting I think

what font size are you wanting for when we submit, to show the right number of pages I mean

i think it is a 10 pt...but not certain

get on any publishing site and look at their guidelines for publication

it gives you all the specs

Such force of chaos action I dread the whole of my mind may be lost to its' components.

Water will become the light to fuel the funneled omnipotent storm.

I wrote around a page of raw stuff and am working to incorporate the next paragrapg which is stuff you wrote

To speak these words upon Forge is to cloak my fear. As a seeming father I instruct it, but it is as a child I stand here uncertain. It knows its nature better than I. No knowledge of Forge avails me, merely the conceptual ideas inherent in its making. My metaphorical hands molded this infant, but here it sits evolved beyond my comprehension. The risk foretold by this prospective masterwork is near as elaborate as the need.

Thankfully I feel this is finally the time. Too many occasions before I have looked upon my children with uncertain anxious eyes, only to walk away from them in apprehension, a victim to my trepidation. Is it right a father should so fear his children? They are but parts of me, facets to my mind.

Is it chaste I should revoke these denied aspects of myself? Is it earnest that I should disembark once more, denying my true temperament?

New Paragraph...The waters of this mind now raging white with ambition will soon spill over and into the animation of each individual agenda. I will be a soft still voice that permeates the very ether they inhabit. My departure from the darkened expanse of this necropolis is eminent.

PeonsBane: The life of my Masks is on the precipice of a pending deluge, breaking forth with unremitting tidal energy against the dam of time. The pressure of the pending breath will rupture from all sides and I will mind the floodgates. Such force of chaos action I dread the whole of my mind may be lost to its' components. Water will morph to light, fueling the funneled omnipotent storm then all to darkness before the spires' quickening.

The excitement of the scenario engages me so but I cannot embrace its cultivation until one last piece is placed. My one true tangible terror left to confront and embrace. New Paragraph...

PeonsBane: With a slow and timid turn the Keeper sees the plaque of Fracture before him. It is obvious there is fear in this act, as if a grimace is upon the nature of his soul. It is a single solemn awkward step to face the plaque but he takes it in an ever so suspicious measure.

Fracture: The Evader of the Maze and the Prism of impulsive action. Fracture is instantaneous and unpredictable action. It is the small crack in the glass that cascades throughout the ventana, racing in fervor toward variant beauty. With abstraction the tempest of the cosmos is made volatile. Unpredictability exists in any moment of Order's weakness, or Fracture's strength.

Purpose is nowhere to be found. Choices it makes are made in a moment, unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish. It gives flame its erratic nature, causes errant and unpredictable action, and brings forth individuality to all entities and objects.

Fracture is the voice of wisdom in the Quadra, for it knows no future. It embraces the unpredictable aspect of every moment and feeds upon it. It is the heart of the unknown, denying fact but embracing truth.

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A heavy metaphorical gasp falls upon the Keeper, and it ripples once more through the oceanic expanse. It is most obvious at this point the source of his darkest discretion. Fracture is the one characteristic he has most deliberately avoided for all known being. Unpredictability and chaos personified in the mask sitting just afore him.

I'm almost to page 10

I have about 2 pages single spaced for the next chapter

Its about the ether race

Its very specific right now, it needs to be broadened

Life first took form in beings driven by a substance known as ether. Unlike what is thought today as energy, ether was an energetic liquid similar to magma but cool to the touch and present within all life. It was a near perpetual self-sustaining substance. Ether life forms needed no food or hydration and its' presence was sustained until such time that a vein of ether was severely severed or it's vibrancy faded.

The ether's life force was not so much permanent but dependant on situations similar to what we call evolution. As life forms found purpose in the abyss their ether burned bright. When the need of a species faded, so too did its essence. Sentience changed this equation. With the advent of sentience belief was found to spark ether's light as well as purpose. The one single sentient race to develop from ether is known as the Scripture.

The Scripture were a race of ashen skinned ether creatures. As ether-beings they were almost majority caste driven, this deriving from the need for purpose. There were several different cities or groups scattered distantly about the world. Each city was a fortress in itself, either simplistic and consolidated or intricate and expansive.

Sects of poets and others of warriors or artisans all encompassed the individual purposed aspects of Scripture society. Though the society did not need food, the world they lived in demanded cooperation.

Harsh weather conditions and an unforgiving landscape wrought with magma fissures, not to mention the presence of savage wildlife. Ether animals of vast size and ferocity plagued the landscape. There was nearly never a time when the Scripture sent out parties of less than ten warriors.

Before too long a particular clan happened upon a particular array of symbols seeming to dot the intricate landscape. Though not visible to the naked eye there were occasions upon which they would notice hidden shapes upon natural objects in the wild. These shapes only happen to reveal themselves with the roar, call, or trill of different animals and wildlife.

To add to this enigma was the abundance of the shapes. Even on rare occasions shapes would ignite upon individual Scriptors. Sometimes the shapes were small and others large, seemingly dependant upon the size of the life form. Before too long the Scripture had began to meddle with creating these runes on their own. Mixed results accompanied these experiments and several died in the process of trial and error.

An incorrectly scripted written rune would explode violently, occasionally scarring or mentally warping the victim. Despite the risk involved the clan remained fascinated and intrigued by this new discovery and over years and years of trial and error were finally able to replicate the most simplistic of rune-shapes that were found on inanimate objects.

These were restricted to minor things at first, empowering spears with the nature of a rock for instance making it more durable. Finally the race began to use this cipher to enhance the properties of all weapons and tools, but still they were ignorant to the full potential until one day a particular Scriptor stumbled upon a formerly hidden aspect.

When on a scouting mission he happened to hear something strange, a harmonic pulsing resonation. Following this sound he came upon a cave. Before him were elaborate, translucent crystalline structures burning individually to the resonance within the cave. Closer he examined the individual crystals to notice they too possessed runic forms.

Only with the clear nature of the crystals he was able to discern that the runes were not two-dimensional inscriptions as once thought, but elaborate constructions encompassing a three dimensional and intricate shape. Then he noticed as well that the individual sections of the wall possessed runes as well, and the two-dimensional component to their inner form was burning bright to corresponding auditory pulsation.

For a long time he kept his discovery a secret, intent on documenting every facet before introducing such a brazen concept before the ruling body of his people. There were several things of which he began to notice in his observation. The first was that each crystal seemed to ignite only at particular arrangement of tones. He noted these as best he could.

Accommodating the sounds to those within his people's language. The second thing he noticed was that it was possible to excavate the runes within an object, chipping away the object itself but leaving the rune within preserved. He attempted this process. Before long the bare rune was detached from the rock it was before, a sleek three-dimensional shape of exquisite grace sitting before him.

He quickly and excitedly searched his documentation of the crystals in the cavern to see if it resembled any of the others. He happened to also notice that as certain sounds in the cave were audible certain segments of the rune would alight with blue flame.

He documented the exact sounds that encompassed the full nature of the rune before him until ultimately he had documented each and every stroke of ignition. The problem he noticed was that the fire would die quickly when a single stroke was lit. The select few times that more than a single stroke was lit in succession they both burned much brighter and more extensively.

PeonsBane: Deciding it was time for an experiment he attempted to recite the sounds from his phonic descriptions. Repeatedly trying to annunciate the facets of each resonance, which in their selves were quite elaborate, he was unable to ignite a single stroke within his excavated rune. Some time went by and the scout made his home in the cave.

Night and day he studied them. So obsessed, it seemed to encompass his every waking moment.

He made a life out of his obsession. He would search each day in the surrounding areas for other caves, always venturing far as possible but within relative close radius of his cave habitat with all the drive and purpose of a fanati

This fanatical inclination was changing the scout. Though he was unaware of it, he was physically changing. His fervor had ignited the ether in his veins and he glowed with the power of its essence. Each passing day brought him deeper into obsession and as these days passed the scouts veins began to glow brighter and brighter. From a distance the scout was nothing but a glowing blue orb pacing frantically about the landscape

Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will. And all this time he had yet to succeed in igniting a full rune, always on the verge of completing the annunciation but it never culminating in a full runic ignition. Finally one day the scout sat down irritated, such had been the case many times before from impotent frustration. Babbling about how it was a fruitless waste of effort and thinking back to his home for the first time in years.

He noted the date on a makeshift calendar upon the wall and composed himself. It was done. It was time to go home. Five years to the date had passed and this search had done nothing but drained at his sanity. In anger and rage he began to shatter the runes around him. Shattering the fragile sculptures about him. Breaking every one within gaze.

Tears of ether breaking his focus, until finally he looked upon the first rune he had excavated, the one idolizing the entire span of his search. He howled a shrill cry and just before he reached out to shatter it he was inclined to speak once more. Intently he stared and focused upon it. Then it happened. The sounds harmonized in graceful succession from his mouth.

PeonsBane: One by one the strokes composing the rune alit with bright blue fire. Each new rune ignited causing the entire form to burn more intensely, until finally the rune alit completely. A flash of light exploded and before him the rune began to mold itself back to the original form of the rock he had originally stripped away.

Finally and at long last his madness seemed but a memory. Focused and intent he danced around the landscape. He tried the same rune again. This time he focused on a space of open area. He spoke the runes components once more. As he spoke a rune began to form before him adrift, near exact to the rune of the rock before. Finally it was created and immediately took solid form, created a near replica of the original rock.

He creates this stone tower from what he learns. Its a big ritual. He speaks the rune words and destroys all the caves and boulders in the area.

This is after 5 more yrs of study

Then he sings for 2 days

and the tower is created before him

He rests then.

i have a visual i thought of for this last night...i will show you

for 3 months

then decides to take a trip

He sets his eyes on this ether forest on the horizon

He goes there to learn of more forms, cause thus far he has only mastered stone

And an entire chapter can be his exploits in the forest if you wanted.

He is the one who originates spoken

Then over time we go to spiritual era

Then technological

Its gonna be cool. Once he gets done with the forrest he returns home and creates new intricacies for his home

I am going to go back and insert some stuff about wildlife and some encounters regarding attacks and what not

attack on

I was thinking maybe the dissident char could follow his path possibly.

A treat for those who read the book.

This really brutal torturing murderer who looked kinda like a fat hick could not be killed and ate souls also. He was after me for whatever reason I don't remember and I got away for several months then he found me

sounds like that movie had a subcon. impact

Then somehow the entire dream seemed to turn all the characters to women and I didn't seem to notice. One of them I knew was me and she very brave and defiant, it was very odd

I am still shaking. This dream I was so into I had no idea it was a dream

lucidity is amazing

I think creative people have very odd dream-related lives.

Its very possible you are dreaming alot and repressing. People can go insane if they actually are not dreaming

REM sleep is one of the bodies defenses

Dreams pacify the more intense craziness that would consume us when we are awake

Did you write any last night?

i did

i got back in the mad scientist vein and wrote 3 pages more on him

I want our individual writing styles present in alot of chapters. If we dissect too much from each other I think it will be lost. So I think we should take on individual stories and use our own styles where appropriate. I don't want to edit what you wrote here like with the first chapter stuff.

The first chapter needed it

you dont think this needs editing

It doesn't need to be rewritten and reorganized though. Jimmy was saying we need to tie each of these characters to the backbone of the book. So long as that is done I don't want to mess with your flow.

In other words, why are we reading about this character

What is his role to the origins or concepts of the universe

How is his influence important

What does the reader learn from him

That kinda thing

so did you like the flow so far?

I think so. It's hard for me to follow sometimes. I like it though. The poetry is so abundant I forget you are talking about real things sometimes

Start before the scalping and lead up to the invention of AI

did you get the video?

It starts off being about 50 yrs after gaia's peak time

that is when mining is present deep in the earth

maybe 100 yrs is more realistic but whatever

i can do that

Maybe there is a mining city or something that lived underground before and they were the pinnacle of technology at present day

Mining city is the most technological present day city

Not necessarily mining but they are deep underground

where does this fall on the time line?

basically present day, maybe a year or two after everyone elses story.

or maybe each story ends in some way by this would be event

where on the outline does it fall?

After what I am writing I think

We go from past to future to present

that which is not impossible is inevitable

what do you think of the name Overiah

OVER I AH

i am writing a short story about a society of "over souls" and this may be the main character's name

interesting, has a nice roll to it

over souls?

i think we would have an AMAZING time together

so, what are over souls?

oversouls are going to tie in with Anthiogens somehow...i am not there yet but they are a mechanism of our person that is presently detached

the bridge will soon be found to "discover" the over soul

ah, hmm,, sounds intriguing

and "oversoul" is just a place holder for now

the name itself may change..the concept will not

good thought, place holder

I need the FLA for a port engine room 2 speed supply fan, size 3 stares, 70 amp breaker and 30 horsepower

the oversoul of is attached to the collective uncounscious of the corporate human soul(seele in German)

like a hologram

the collective is a derivitive of Gaia

Very interesting

very very interesting, actually

which has been Patriarclly suppresses for mellinia

each oversoul contains the seed to resurrect Gaia

yes, are you also gonna have some genetic memory involved?

Gaia is the chosen one to Restore balance and reunite the oversoul

yes on the memory

The culmination and celebration has been written already

i am writing this piece backwards from end to beginning

did you see my picture of gaia on my myspace?

The Celebration part is a chapter called

Festival of the Gaiatic Saints

it is a chapter near the end

wow you just helped me evolve an arc I needed..thank you

what did you mean by "write backwards"?

no worries

I see an end and then build around it

I have diagrams that show how the laws of this universe acts

they are pretty...want to see

I would like to see the diagrams

let me find them...i think i know right where they are

i dont know how it is going to look on your end it is pretty detailed

3.5 by 2.5 feet

i will send a couple of blow ups

too

the main characters are The Linguist

The theorist

The Mad Scientist again all place holders

The dissisent

The artifact which is AI

They all live in the GAIASPHERE

oh, I couldn't find the theorist, but I found him

it has many moving parts

I will have to spend some time looking at these, you are right it's detailed

There are a few main events that take place to take balance out of the Gaiasphere

The SCALPING of the planet

and a phenomenon I call Fracture that causes everything to disintegrate over time

Fracture is like a larger force that has purpose like a spirit but is unseen

powerful, but unseen like our belief systems and structures

so Fracture is almost like a religion or a force like gravity

it is understood that it has always existed...

does fracture make a (I don't know) like heat wave or energy wave, where it's not detected but a force is there..

but it really hasnt always existed...it was born...but before humans

it makes a wave...you can see it in the diagram at the bottom...it is an ether wave

there is ether and there is electricity

at the bottom the 2 waves come together to birth Artificial intelligence called "the Artifact"

it functions on either plane and is one of a kind

this is what was carried in the arc of the covenant of the old testiment...so I can arc it to our time as a social portal

yes

this originally started out as a computer game...i had a staff of writers...artists, and programmers

it fell through and I used the remnants to write a book

artists are hard to manage

as a people group

In mathematics and physics, a soliton is a self-reinforcing solitary wave (a wave packet or pulse) that maintains its shape while it travels at constant speed. Solitons are caused by a cancellation of nonlinear and dispersive effects in the medium. "Dispersive effects" refer to dispersion relations between the frequency and the speed of the waves. Solitons arise as the solutions of a widespread class of weakly nonlinear dispersive partial differential equations describing physical systems. The soliton phenomenon was first described by John Scott Russell (1808–1882) who observed a solitary wave in the Union Canal in Scotland. He reproduced the phenomenon in a wave tank and named it the "Wave of Translation".

A single, consensus definition of a soliton is difficult to find. Drazin and Johnson (1989) ascribe 3 properties to solitons:[1]

1. They are of permanent form;
2. They are localised within a region;
3. They can interact with other solitons, and emerge from the collision unchanged, except for a phase shift.

More formal definitions exist, but they require substantial mathematics. Moreover, some scientists use the term soliton for phenomena that do not quite have these three properties (for instance, the 'light bullets' of nonlinear optics are often called solitons despite losing energy during interaction).

Explanation

Dispersion and non-linearity can interact to produce permanent and localized wave forms. Consider a pulse of light traveling in glass. This pulse can be thought of as consisting of light of several different frequencies. Since glass shows dispersion, these different frequencies will travel at different speeds and the shape of the pulse will therefore change over time. However, there is also the non-linear Kerr effect: the refractive index of a material at a given frequency depends on the light's amplitude or strength. If the pulse has just the right shape, the Kerr effect will exactly cancel the dispersion effect, and the pulse's shape won't change over time: a soliton. See soliton (optics) for a more detailed description.

Many exactly solvable models have soliton solutions, including the Korteweg–de Vries equation, the nonlinear Schrödinger equation, the coupled nonlinear Schrödinger equation, and the sine-Gordon equation. The soliton solutions are typically obtained by means of the inverse scattering transform and owe their stability to the integrability of the field equations. The mathematical theory of these equations is a broad and very active field of mathematical research.

Some types of tidal bore, a wave phenomenon of a few rivers including the River Severn, are 'undular': a wavefront followed by a train of solitons. Other solitons occur as the undersea internal waves, initiated by seabed topography, that propagate on the oceanic pycnocline. Atmospheric solitons also exist, such as the Morning Glory Cloud of the Gulf of Carpentaria, where pressure solitons travelling in a temperature inversion layer produce vast linear roll clouds. The recent and not widely accepted soliton model in neuroscience proposes to explain the signal conduction within neurons as pressure solitons.

A topological soliton, or topological defect, is any solution of a set of partial differential equations that is stable against decay to the "trivial solution." Soliton stability is due to topological constraints, rather than integrability of the field equations. The constraints arise almost always because the differential equations must obey a set of boundary conditions, and the boundary has a non-trivial homotopy group, preserved by the differential equations. Thus, the differential equation solutions can be classified into homotopy classes. There is no continuous transformation that will map a solution in one homotopy class to another. The solutions are truly distinct, and maintain their integrity, even in the face of extremely powerful forces. Examples of topological solitons include the screw dislocation in a crystalline lattice, the Dirac string and the magnetic monopole in electromagnetism, the Skyrmion and the Wess-Zumino-Witten model in quantum field theory, and cosmic strings and domain walls in cosmology.

History

In 1834, John Scott Russell describes his wave of translation.[nb 1] The discovery is described here in Scott Russell's own words:[nb 2]

"I was observing the motion of a boat which was rapidly drawn along a narrow channel by a pair of horses, when the boat suddenly stopped – not so the mass of water in the channel which it had put in motion; it accumulated round the prow of the vessel in a state of violent agitation, then suddenly leaving it behind, rolled forward with great velocity, assuming the form of a large solitary elevation, a rounded, smooth and well-defined heap of water, which continued its course along the channel apparently without change of form or diminution of speed. I followed it on horseback, and overtook it still rolling on at a rate of some eight or nine miles an hour, preserving its original figure some thirty feet long and a foot to a foot and a half in height. Its height gradually diminished, and after a chase of one or two miles I lost it in the windings of the channel. Such, in the month of August 1834, was my first chance interview with that singular and beautiful phenomenon which I have called the Wave of Translation".[2]

Scott Russell spent some time making practical and theoretical investigations of these waves, he built wave tanks at his home and noticed some key properties:

• The waves are stable, and can travel over very large distances (normal waves would tend to either flatten out, or steepen and topple over)
• The speed depends on the size of the wave, and its width on the depth of water.
• Unlike normal waves they will never merge – so a small wave is overtaken by a large one, rather than the two combining.
• If a wave is too big for the depth of water, it splits into two, one big and one small.

Scott Russell's experimental work seemed at odds with the Isaac Newton and Daniel Bernoulli's theories of hydrodynamics. George Biddell Airy and George Gabriel Stokes had difficulty accepting Scott Russell's experimental observations because they could not be explained by the existing water wave theories. Their contemporaries spent some time attempting to extend the theory but it would take until the 1870s before Joseph Boussinesq and Lord Rayleigh published a theoretical treatment and solutions.[nb 3] In 1895 Diederik Korteweg and Gustav de Vries provided what is now known as the Korteweg–de Vries equation, including solitary wave and periodic cnoidal wave solutions.[3][nb 4]

In 1965 Norman Zabusky of Bell Labs and Martin Kruskal of Princeton University first demonstrated soliton behaviour in media subject to the Korteweg–de Vries equation (KdV equation) in a computational investigation using a finite difference approach. They also showed how this behavior explained the puzzling earlier work of Fermi, Pasta and Ulam.

In 1967, Gardner, Greene, Kruskal and Miura discovered an inverse scattering transform enabling analytical solution of the KdV equation. The work of Peter Lax on Lax pairs and the Lax equation has since extended this to solution of many related soliton-generating systems.

Solitons in fiber optics

See also Soliton (optics)

Much experimentation has been done using solitons in fiber optics applications. Solitons' inherent stability make long-distance transmission possible without the use of repeaters, and could potentially double transmission capacity as well.[4]

In 1973, Akira Hasegawa of AT&T Bell Labs was the first to suggest that solitons could exist in optical fibers, due to a balance between self-phase modulation and anomalous dispersion. Also in 1973 Robin Bullough made the first mathematical report of the existence of optical solitons. He also proposed the idea of a soliton-based transmission system to increase performance of optical telecommunications.

Solitons in a fiber optic system are described by the Manakov equations.

In 1987, P. Emplit, J.P. Hamaide, F. Reynaud, C. Froehly and A. Barthelemy, from the Universities of Brussels and Limoges, made the first experimental observation of the propagation of a dark soliton, in an optical fiber.

In 1988, Linn Mollenauer and his team transmitted soliton pulses over 4,000 kilometers using a phenomenon called the Raman effect, named for the Indian scientist Sir C. V. Raman who first described it in the 1920s, to provide optical gain in the fiber.

In 1991, a Bell Labs research team transmitted solitons error-free at 2.5 gigabits per second over more than 14,000 kilometers, using erbium optical fiber amplifiers (spliced-in segments of optical fiber containing the rare earth element erbium). Pump lasers, coupled to the optical amplifiers, activate the erbium, which energizes the light pulses.

In 1998, Thierry Georges and his team at France Telecom R&D Center, combining optical solitons of different wavelengths (wavelength division multiplexing), demonstrated a data transmission of 1 terabit per second (1,000,000,000,000 units of information per second).

For some reasons, it is possible to observe both positive and negative solitons in optic fibre. However, usually only positive solitons are observed for water waves since any attempt to create a wave of depression results in a train of oscillatory waves. (A positive soliton is related to a positive sech² profile and a negative soliton is connected to a wave profile of the form −sech².)

In 2000, Cundiff predicts the existence of vector soliton in birefringence fiber cavity passively mode locking through SESAM. The polarization state of such vector soliton could either be rotating or locked depending on the cavity parameters.[5]

In 2008, D.Y.Tang et al. observe a novel form of higher-order vector soliton from the perspect of experiments and numerical simulations. Different types of vector solitons and the polarization state of vector solitons have been investigated in his group.[6]

Bions

This section requires expansion.

The bound state of two solitons is known as a bion.

In field theory BIon usually refers to the solution of the Born–Infeld model. The name appears to have been coined by G.W. Gibbons in order to distinguish this solution from the conventional soliton, understood as a regular, finite-energy (and usually stable) solution of a differential equation describing some physical system.[8] The word regular means a smooth solution carrying no sources at all. However, the solution of the Born-Infeld model still carries a source in the form of a Dirac-delta function at the origin. As a consequence it displays a singularity in this point (although the electric field is everywhere regular). In some physical contexts (for instance string theory) this feature can be important, which motivated the introduction of a special name for this class of solitons.

On the other hand, when gravity is added (i.e. when considering the coupling of the Born–Infeld model to General Relativity) the corresponding solution is called EBIon, where "E" stands for "Einstein".

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A fundamental soliton is an optical pulse which can propagate in a dispersive medium (e.g. an optical fiber) with a constant shape of the temporal intensity profile, i.e., without any temporal broadening as is usually caused by dispersion. This can happen when the pulse has a certain shape and an energy which is determined by the parameters of the medium (in particular, by the dispersion and nonlinearity) and the pulse duration.

A higher-order soliton is a soliton pulse the energy of which is higher than that of a fundamental soliton by a factor which is the square of an integer number (i.e. 4, 9, 16, etc.). The temporal shape of such a pulse is not constant, but rather varies periodically during propagation (see Figures 1 and 2). The period of their evolution is the so-called soliton period.

it is a really crazy love story with time travel and new races and new mythologies and new gods and monsters and super powers and wars and choclate

SCISSORS & PAPER

THE NIGHT IS ALL GONE

BUT THE KREMLIN'S STILL STRONG

THESE ATTIC WALLS HAVE FATE IN THEM

SKIN AND BONES A PALE THIEF IN A PLAID SCARF

SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON

AN INVITATION TO MASS INVENTION

INFORMATION FLOWING INTO CHEMICALS

A COURSING DRUMBEAT...

CHARM PROMISED TO THE CHARMING

CHORUS

SCISSORS CUT PAPER(SLOW AND MELODIC)

AND I AM IN LOVE AGAIN WITH THE NIGHT

THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER

I AM A VELVET STONE-CLAD STORM KING

DICED...SHOUTING ON THE WAVES OF AN ANGRY OCEAN

BY DIVINE RIGHT I ENTER THE FOLDS OF THE EAST RIVER

WITH AMPLIFIED SOUND...A COURSE PLOTTED

THE RED HOUSE PAINTERS ARE OUTSIDE THE ROOM

ITS DAYLIGHT NOW AND THEY ARE SHOUTING AT THE DANDYLIONS

CHORUS

SCISSORS CUT PAPER(SLOW AND MELODIC)

AND I AM IN LOVE AGAIN WITH THE NIGHT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lm8RES8iChU&feature=related

TRUTH CARDS

I POSITION MYSELF AT ALL TIMES TO HEAR FROM GOD AND REMEMBER HIS PRESENCE IN ALL THAT I DO.

REREAD TED ROBERT'S BOOK "EVERY MAN'S BATTLE"

I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN ALL WORTHY ENDEAVORS IN LIFE NOT BECAUSE I AM PERFECT, BUT BECAUSE I PERSEVERED.

ASKING FOR MORE BUSINESS HELPS ME CREATE AND GAIN MOMENTUM. I ASK FOR 50,000 ORDERS 25 TIMES PER DAY.

THE ABSOLUTE ESSENCE OF CONFIDENCE IS SELF TRUST. I TRUST MYSELF.

ALL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE ARE COMING TOGETHER INTO PERFECT ORDER UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF JESUS CHRIST.

Brief intense periods of exercise produces impressive physical results while actually clearing the mind relieving stress and allows me to focus on accomplishing the days goals.

I work out with weight 3 days per week and areobic the alternating 3 days.

The best way to transform your body is weight training!

optimal nutrition is equally important as exercise

one of my my greatest strengths is consistency

I am a Segment 4 Edward Jones Financial Advisor. I earn 27,000 dollars in gross commissions every month consistently.

there is a multiplicity of abundance all around me!

Jesus Loves me!

I have decided to be happy, adventerous, and open minded. I attract other people who have made this choice.

I am in great shape and have high self esteem.

today. right now push yourself beyond limits that you think to be unbendable.

Music is a central part of my life

I start each day with excercise and it keeps me going strong all day long.

I always follow my heart.

I am 93 and learned to be happy and always smile.

Fasting will increase enlightenment!

As my energy rises from the root of my base desires and travels upwards through my heart toward the exit at my crown. I become more enlightened as the grasping at my lower bas ceases. Letting go creates moment by moment my eternal freedom.

The blessing machine is profitable and my finances are under the authority of Jesus Christ.

I am safe.

I am free.

I create more time by excerciseing. It is a scientific fact that excercise creats energy. I have an abundance of extra energy and I get more done now faster.

I consistently push myself beyond physical and emotional challenges to achieve all my goals.

I know what I want my future body to look like. I can see it and I keep it before my eyes daily.

I am one of the luckiest people on the face of the planet.

Exercise is a positive addiction that makes and ally to stress.

Winners exercise.

Winners write things down.

Winners always track results.

I AM in the top 1% of ALL that I do!

I make 3 sales calls before 9 A.M. EVERYDAY!

I make 10 sales calls before 10 A.M. EVERYDAY.

I use my actions to change my thoughts.

I feel my body, my mind, and my spirit getting stronger today. Thank you Jesus

I possess an unlimited supply of energy and require little to know sleep.

Psalm 82:6

I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.

John 10:34

Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?

Jesus Christ himself in the word tells us that we are gods! I am a god.

Thin is safe

I feel safe

Effortless weight loss

Weight loss is easy

My body wants to be thin.

I am naturally thin.

My first LOVE is Jesus Christ Period.

I am a great husband I love Tish with all my heart

Every cell in my body is filled with love.

God's mercies are renewed in the morning.

I forgive myself of ALL past sins.

Psalm 23:76 I am back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.

I remember future events with clarity this activates my faith and in turn this faith also activates my destiny.

I start each day loving God with all my whole heart, soul and mind, and I trust my neighbor as I do myself.

2009 will be the best year for investment in all of recent history.

The economy is turning around and I am investing money for clients who are no longer scared to invest.

Lord I pray that you grant me an abundance of clarity wisdom and vision.

I drop weight in quantum leaps in the form of weight loss break through transforming my body permanently.

Words and language dominate all power. Jesus said in he shall have whatever he saith.

Mark 11:23 King James Version

For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.

I commit to being in the financial industry with Edward Jones. I commit to being prosperous in all market cycles.

I awake in the morning with such a high level of enthusiasm it is hard for most people to understand.

I perpetually become what i want to see in others.

I realize at this moment that I have it all.

I stay healthy so I can help more people. I am a vegetarian.

Who do you know that is not hearing from their Financial Advisor right now that I can help?

What can i do in the next 5 minutes to impact a client or grow my business?

What exactly do I want to accomplish today and by what time?

I consistenly plan tommorow today.

I totally and completely respect the opinions and intelligence of my wife.

My home and my office as well as everything i see, taste, touch or influence in anyway are in front of the eyes of God. They are under His authority. I dedicate all that I do to God today.

Being consistent is one of my greatest strengths.

Every person sent to me today is sent by God.

As I believe in my heart so I am.

I was born and chose to be born into this age of history to do a specific work. I was born into this nation for the service that only I can render to this nation. I accept the calling.

AYHUASCA 7.1.09

FASTING AND FOOD PREPARATION FOR:

No Meat 3 days and no salt.

Onset #

Depending on how much and how recently one has eaten and individual variation, effects begin between 20 and 60 minutes after ingestion.

Duration #

With lower doses, effects last shorter, larger doses last longer, with the range being from 2-6 hours of peak effects with 1-8 hours after of lingering effects, depending on dosage and individual user variation.

Just as an Xmas present to y'all I am going to type in a bit about

Ginsberg's yage expedition in 1960. I will excerpt and paraphrase hunks

of "Dharma Lion" by Michael Schumacher, which, while quite long, is a fun

read even if you're not a fan of Ginsberg (I'm not), as long as you are

interested in beatniks, the '60's and such.

Ginsberg first used LSD in 1959. He received an invitation from Gregory

Bateson to experiment with it at Stanford's Mental Research Institute.

He wrote to his dad, "It was astonishing. I lay back, listening to music,

and went into a sort of trance state (somewhat similar to the high state

of Laughing Gas) and in a fantasy much like a Coleridge world of Kubla

Khan, saw a vision of that part of my consciousness which deemed to be

permanent and transcendent and identical with the origin of the universe -

a sort of identity common with everything - but a clear and coherent sight

of it."

He later (June 1959) wrote a poem, "Lysergic Acid," part of which goes like:

The image or energy which reproduces itself at the depths of

space from the very Beginning

in what might be an O or an Aum

and trailing variations made of the same Word circles round

itself in the same pattern as its original Appearance

creating a larger lineage of itself throughout depths of Time

outward circling thru bands of faroff Nebulae & vast Astrologies

contained, to be true to itself, in a Mandala painted on an

Elephant's hide,

or in a photograph of a painting on the side of an imaginary

Elephant which smiles, tho how the Elephant looks is an

irrelevant joke -

it might be a Sign held by a Flaming Demon, or Ogre of

Transcience,

or in a photograph of my own belly in the void...

In January 1960 he went to Santiago, Chile to a writers' conference. After

the conference he wandered around northern Argentina, then went

back to Santiago, and got some grant money and some unexpected money

from poetry sales that allowed him to pursue his plan to go to La Paz,

Bolivia. "According to his plan, he would stay in La Paz for two or

three weeks, sightseeing and waiting for his mail to arrive, and from there

he would proceed to Peru, where he would hook up with people who could

direct him to sources of yage."

He went to Lima, where William Burroughs had been exactly 7 years ago.

Burroughs had given Allen instructions on how and where to get yage.

He contacted a doctor who helped him get some ayahuasca, and he tried

it in his Lima hotel room on May 23. "He had received a jar of an

already-prepared solution that was nowhere near as potent as the

mixture made by the Amazonians Burroughs had written about, but

the experience was memorable nevertheless... `I drifted away in bed

in darkened hotel room and came to the gate of heaven and yelled in

my mind, `I am back home in the house of the splendid ancient Lord, and

I am the son of the Lord, in fact I am the lord himself come back home

and I want the gates open.' Got a minute of feeling near Union, but

the dose was too small & I was too amazed to get completely lost.'"

He then went to Pucallpa, a town on the edge of the Ucayali River that

Burroughs had recommended as a source of yage. It was a slow, rough

trip. Once he got there, he looked up a local authority on yage, who

put him in touch with a curandero willing to give him some ayahuasca.

"Known as Maestro, the curandero had studied under a witch doctor and

grew his own Banisteriopsis caape plants to use in his yage brew. The

ritual was held in the evening, and on a typical night there would be a

group of five to thrity people taking the drug. On his first night,

Allen was given a dose of older and slightly fermented yage that, though

still more powerful than the earlier dose he had taken in Lima, did not

produce the violent nausea and powerful visions that Burroughs had written

about from his experiences. About 45 minutes after drinking the liquid,

Allen had a sense of being in the presence of `the Great Being,' which

was manifest in the form of an eye staring from a great black hole

surrounded by hallucinatory apparitions of snakes, fish, butterflies,

birds, and other creatures symbolizing, as far as he could tell, the

entirety of creation. The feeling was pleasant.... The effects of the

drug lasted about three hours. Allen had no sooner returned to his normal

state when he began to look forward to his next experience."

Let's just recall that Burrough's experiences were indeed far more

intense. When Burroughs had taken the drug, he was violently nauseous,

dizzy, numb in the limbs, and chilled. He wrote, "Larval beings

passed before my eyes in a blue haze, each one giving an obscene, mocking

squawk," and had imagined himself to be alternately a man and a women in a

delirium that lasted for nearly four hours. So Ginsberg clearly knew

there could be more to the yage experience than a wimpy "Great Being"

vision. :-)

Q6 SPOKE IN DREAM: THERE ARE THINGS THAT YOU WILL INVENT IN THE FUTURE.

YOU ARE AT HEART A CREATOR AND INVENTOR NO ONE CAN BLOCK YOU FROM THE ARENA OF INVENTION.

YOU ARE AN INVENTOR ON ALL LEVELS AND ALL SUBJECTS.

YOUR PASSION ON THIS DAY IS REKINDLED FOR INVENTION.

YOU POSSESS THE SPIRIT OF INVENTION

INVISIBLE TACHYON SUIT

INVISIBLE MICRO CAMERA SUIT

T1 SONG WRITING TODOS

1. STARFIRE YOU BROUGHT ME THIS SONG(not transcribed)

2. HEAVEN NEVER CARRIES ME HOME

3. MEET ME AT THE GAME ROOM 7.7.08

4. FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY 7.7.08

5. EXPLOSIONS IN THE DARK 7.7.08

6. LETS GO FOR A RIDE 7.7.08

7. SCISSORS AND PAPER 7.7.08

8. HERE IN SEATTLE WITH OUT YOU 7.7.08

9. Songs of Rage and Ice(unwritten)

10. THE END OF THE OCEAN ELECTRIC 7.8.08

11. I FEEL YOU NEAR ME 7.8.08

12. GEOMETRIC STONE TREE

13 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfdUrGTSFls&feature=rec-fresh

put this to beats..fj

1. GET A COUPLE OF JUMP DRIVES TO MAIL TO PUBLISHERS.

2. DOWNLOAD DRAGON DICTATION PROGRAM TO APPLE COMPUTER

3. USE "DANDELIO" VIDEO AS THE BACKGROUND MUSIC FOR A 2ND DRAFT O "ZARAKONON" AND/OR "SUN-BLOOD"

DREAM JOURNAL

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i restarted a dream journal today it will be hand written in a journal, then written here, then copied to Lucidipedia.com to save it online aswell, so it will exist in continuity in 3 different places and can be reverse engineered with relative ease:

I awoke at 4:15AM with Service above self on my mind. The notion I took from my dreams was that I had become selfish and that it was time to transition out of this mode and into giving, loving, and focussing on serving others.

There was lots of travel time in my dreams last night and moving lots of large items around in large vehicles, large trucks. Jimmy Freeman and I were moving lsrge items. He was driving a large bobtail type truck. We were going to a different city Nacogdoches comes to mind. This seems logical as we are planning a creative summit weekend that will take place soon, probably in Newton TX at Keith and Carol's place.

I got the impression from my dreams that I need to start attending Rotary more faithfula and to stop resenting the group so much but turn this resentment into unconditional love of all members in the group. To start reading the Rotarian more. This unconditional love also needs to be directed towards my clients and my Boyscout troop. I need to continue to press in to all my groups with passion. Masons, 7th Street Baptist on Thursday nights, My marrige, I need to begin to go to Rotary meetings faithfully..

I also got the impression to use/turn mthe study of 2012 into a positive jumping point for my Spiritual growth instead of a global suicide point. I love zazu.

Be brave and present my one minute presentation at the Rotary Vocational minute when it is my turn instead of snubbing my nose at the group by not showing up that day.

At one point I found myself usisng a forklift to lift a bunk bed off of a wooden cabin porch that was very large and i placed it on the grass below. fork lift, fork, fork, fork.

Taking a long ride with Beth Harlick. I realized also yesterday that I am almost a "Super Vet" with Edward Jones. This means 5 years or more of service. I got the impression that I needed to stay the course with Edward Jones, with options, and the Blessing Machine, the markets, and with new and old friendships.

The largest impressions I got from the dreams of the night were "SERVICE ABOVE SELF"

None of the nights dreams were lucid but they will be soon.

I am currently writing the word "DREAM" in all capial letters on my left hand before I go to sleep at night as my dream trigger.

I also got the impression that I need to get a copy of my birth certificate over to Lester Smith for my Masonic inclusion today.

Communication is becoming clear with my friends and family.

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I dreamt i was having a conversation with Larry from church about personal issues that we dealt with and I confessed to him in a group setting the nature of my issues. He sympathized and then he stated that he has something in his life that he does on a weekly basis that he will be punished for like in the days of old.

I was also in a room with Billy Tucker a client explaining the pros and cons of a SEP vs an individual IRA and his secretart, dressed in white, had brown hair began to hit on my. I hugged her and nothing ever came of it.

Some of the themes I took from these dreams were:

"New levels new devils" meaning that my seele has moved from a preoccupation with sex into contemplation of Galactic Chakras. I will no longer simply in a pasive way read about great movements and bodies of thought but rather I will begin to actively participate in a cosmic and enhancing way to the work of the hour. I will use the capacity of my mind as a conduit for the ushering in of a new paradigm that shakes this world as well as all other worlds to its core. Not in a prideful and arrogant display of naked lust, but is a humble servant fashion I will serve my brothers. Lay down my eyes to the awakening. Fall in love with my soul maker and rip all reflection of evil from the tears tha have washed me into the seventh forgotten place. Rooms sick with drought are gone but their lessons will be used to free others. Tachyon dreams wil be actualized in this life rime. The patriarcle matrix will be shattered and swept aside for the new city will crush it and discard its remnants. None or its phallus will be used in the foundation of the new city. iquid thoughts and language of pure light sound will be used to communicate. The firedancers will no longer live in shame of their craft. /healing has taken place here and the addiction to the process of that healing is no longer clung to. Al hearts are woven into the great heart. We are governed by what we speak, what we chant, what we save. Words like jellyfish float outside of our mouths. Those who wish to use them do so. The cultivate the jellyfish, sparkle and fade renogade. 17 steps have been taken and 17 steps will be taken still.

Galactic Alignment is am idea big enough to keep me interested and to keep me busy. I wish to find a forum or a project that I can help with financially and with my expertise in finance to funnel capital into like I employ in the Blessing Machine for various mission.

The poisons have left my body. The scars have left my mind. It is high time to awaken from sleep to contribute to my highest callings. Oeace and God speed black emporeror. (god speed You Black empiror is a band name).

725am

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The Trojan Horse

I found myself in a strange house. It was somewhat familiar perhaps the house of a family member and everyone was sleeping. I awoke early and wandered around the house in the dark. I turned no lights on because I did not wish to disturb anyone that was sleeping. I am an early riser. I found myself in a room with a large bed and a TV in it that was on. Nothing familiar was playing on the TV, just the news. The room I was in seemed o be in a hotel room. As I walked passed a bathroom I noticed a large box of blue, Trojan condoms

in the trash can of the bathroom. I remember now that I saw a condm wrapper on the srteet yesterday near where I picked up a Washington quarte 1983 off of the ground on Arthur street while knocking on doors during a grass roots advertising campaign. The dream ended with me talking to my mother while in the room with the bed as she is an early riser too. So it must have been some family function we were both at. Visiting.

The events of this dream at the moment seem mundane. I have come to believe through experience and not learning that if one gives their sexual energy to the universe in the form of orgasm that this energy that would have been building, and charging up is spent and its collection must start new the next day. There are several texts that support this idea ie chakras, the Bible Old Testament speaks of "spilling seed on the ground". The point here is I believe if sexual energy is spent the tradeoff is lower levels of seratonin, dimethyltriptamin, and psyilis are relased from the pineal gland in the brain during REM sleep. So inturn by having the orgasm dreams are sacrificed. The higher Chakra becomes subordinant to the lower, but again I stress that this is a temporary trade off and reverses intself back to normalcy over a period of hours or days. The Chakras realign themselves and the higher processes resume course.

Overall there is not much to analyze from the actual dream, but it is nice to finally express the nature of the tradeoffs I just discussed as I have thought of this issue like this for some number of years. In essense one gives ones power away for sexual pleasure. Trading one pleasure for another.

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The nights dreams came in 2 parts. The first involved an intimate dialogue with Alan Skrainka, chief market strategist for Edward Jones Investments, we where discussing the markets and what we should do for our clients going forward. Reletively mundane upon reflection. I believe this is just a precursor to me possibly attending one of his seminars on 10/23/08 at 3pm in Houston. I am undecided as to if I am going.

The second dream of the night was a little more fantastic in nature. Joel Istre was in the dream as well as his wife. We were together in a field chasing birds. We chased and chased the birds unto near exhaustion. At first we were attempting to play with the birds and then they became combative and posed some sort of unkown threat. We chased the birds more fiercly now with the purpsose of killing them. Their once white feathers turned from effervecent white into Chinaberry tree leaves and they camofloged themselves as tree limbs. A most amazing feat. I then took out a large pocket knife. Threw it into the China Berry tree and it acted as a boomarangue and came back to me with the dead bird secured on its blade. We all felt a sense of relief because the threat was over.

I was still not aware that I was in dream state upon waking so the nights dream was nonlucid.

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Dreamer: forrestjones2008 Flying Flip Flops 102508 Friday 24th, October 2008

Dream content

I found myself at some sort of event gathering where there was food. Lots of bright colors. A dirt road and green green grass on either side of the road. There was about 250 people there and I knew all of them. At some point I wanted to "test" the dream to see if I was dreaming and did realize that I was. The way I tested the dream was to see if I could fly as I had done in past dreams. My attempts to fly did not work, but by simply doing the test I relized I was dreaming. I told myself well if I cant Fly then I will do a series of flip-flops in sucession backwards. I did said flip flops with ease and decided that indeed I was dreaming. Theis was the lucidity entrance but unfortunately this was the only lucid portion of the dream. After the flip flops I did fly for a bit but became illucid in flight and the dream remembreance did not continue either. I will peace together a second part of this dream here as I am unaware as to where that one stopped and this one started. Wiliam Gaston was bald and saw me walking out of a building with Christie Howard. We met in a seminar and were going to spend the night together. She acted like she did not know me at first then when she saw William she realized that we had been sighted. In a different part of this dream William wanted to do a 3 mile hike together because we were at a boy scout camp and there where 2o boys areound us playing soccer. He was putting up his tent as I watched. He had arrived late. At the end of this dream I met a girl in a church that was stripping in the church and she wanted someone to have sex with her. I followed the path of her life and she touched her father not the other way around when she was little. She also had relations with everyone in her family male and female and wanted to have relations wth everyone she met. She saw this to be normal. I was the only one that could "see" her past in that as I beheld her, her life story played out like a movie in my head, she was unaware of me reviewing her in this way. She disrobed at random times and places. I was attracted to her 100 lbs blond, petite, she had no name. Toward the ending of this dream, which had a double ending: ending one was when we where leaving the BS camp we piled into a white truck about 8 of us and left through a procession of people that where watching us for some reason, either congratulatory of with disdain judgment i am unsure. Alternate ending 2: Endid with a Band playing in a club, Terrance McKenna was the lead singer the guitarist was female and topless, al were topless and drenched in clothes of blood. This was the newest style of band. Dresses dressed in "Blood Rags; Blood Clothes" the bands name was either Ichara(Ick-a-Ra) or Iracka.

Dream characters

William Gaston · Terrance McKenna ·

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Time 21 22 23 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 Slept In at: 01:30 Out at: 07:00 + Total: 05:30h of sleep

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Purpose: Adventure & Fantasy Technique: None

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Comments

This dream became lucid with test flight...but didnt stay there long.

Dreamer: forrestjones2008 Icehouse 102508 Friday 24th, October 2008

Dream content

Ice House I was with Chris Smith from the Icehouse. We were fixing machines that we needed to do our work better. We needed something to continue working so we got into the Bobtail Ice Truck and wet to the hardware store to purchase the items on Tommy Schofield's account. Chris told me about all the drug stories of his life. I just listened. We got our parts then seemed to start working on the truck because it was now broken. The dream faded..I awoke did not write it down immediately so some details are lost. Non Lucid

Dream characters

Chris Smith Ice House ·

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