See ya

I'm moving to a new blog, might be private for awhile. If I decide to make it public I'll link it in the heading here. Love you guys, be sweet, be well. 

misfits

 

My fave Misfits, though. 

One way out

The working prison in Andor. 

7...

Someone check the angles. 

A god's eye, ojo de dios, has 8 sides. Ask why.

:edit: Original publish timestamp. Learn to see all the numbers. On a whim this published precisely 'on the clock'. I make all my timestamps on whims. I don't 'fix' them. Maybe pay attention. 

If casting lots, which we are warned not to put our faith in, is important to you, wonder sometimes what lots God casts through us as living stones.

Wonder how His Spirit moves us. 

Wonder why we fixate on sorcery and conjuring what we want into existence when we already exist. 

People will start floating with joy once they understand. 

Number worship isn't what we are here for. Let it go. We ARE the numbers. All the numbers are inside us. Learn to see. 

by the way

7, not 8.

Remember that time I was looking up wind rose compasses and what in the world that had to do with information systems? 

Base 8. 

Anyone paying real attention would have caught when I was doing.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_(mathematics)

Information systems.

https://eusci.org.uk/2020/07/29/myth-busting-the-golden-ratio/

Mind portals. Aspienado already knew this many years ago.

Mind games... 

The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things... 

Of shoes and ships and sealing wax 

Of cabbages and kings...

Hey you, get off of my Cloud. 

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

Clouded thoughts.

Portals get us into the Cloud. 

Cabbage Patch Kids. 

Divine Seeds. Roses. 

Erased... from existence... -Doc Brown

Follow me. 

Cabbages and roses were interchangeable in the old ads featuring children coming from France to be adopted in the States, and they arrived by mail. 

Shoes are saved off piles of bodies during wars. 

Sealing wax makes contracts official. 

Ships are part of the universal postal system administering global maritime law. 

7. When is a non Fibonicci number important? 

When it tells the truth.

Casting Lot

People are the stones of destiny, scattered in castes across a jewel in a night sky, lost in patterns of myth and legend. 

A Shepherd came looking for His sheep.

I grew up with sheep under a night sky. My job was to herd them through the brush without letting them wander into the wash, what we called the arroyo by our house.

Escaping the Arroyo... 

Message received, by the way. 

But where was I? Deep in a pink thought, perhaps. Maybe I'll finish it later.

role > film

 

The hardest part, I think, for many people, is not realizing 😕  he literally means it. 

Time in a bottle. 

You edit your clothes. 

Edit. Audit. 

In the game I play, Elvenar, there are 2 ways to map neighboring provinces. The most obvious map is the one that shows us proximity of neighbors that we 'discover' as we clear provinces that lie around us in concentric circles.

The other one is a list of player names in the order they are mapped in the concentric circles, which just looks like a list. 

If you are not aware of how the game creators create their mapping associations, you don't know that you can also visualize the player names as a growing 3D spiral connected by timestamp points. 

What I've been finding fascinating is how often similar player names lay side by side on province maps even though they are nowhere near each other in lists. What are the chances that enola and etola woud be next to each other? Or Navarone and Lady Jedi? 

When players delete or abandon accounts, the game creators must move players around on the maps to fill in dead zones, otherwise initial player interaction would become almost impossible. One could imagine alphabetical ordering might be used in some circumstances, but the weirdly placed scifi genre? I could compile a variety of similarly themed names winding up next to each other out of the blue in what seems to be a random ordering system of moving new players in over old accounts being deleted. I'm finding it extremely amusing and statistically impossible unless someone is having some fun. But, as I said years ago, even a random system (card shuffling, as it were) lining perfect order back up accidentally doesn't mean anyone inside the system is cognizant of it unless one assigns meaning to that particular order. 

Some of us can see this happening on a very ginormous scale, this 'lining up' of random things that seem otherwise widely separated or unassociated in normal focus. 🤔 

I see it across *everything*. 

I see all times as now.

To something (quantum intelligence) or someone (immortal) with an infinite point of view, we are playthings, tiny dots. Our thinking is barely blipworthy. 

If 'time' (a way of visualizing a map) is accessible at all 'points' or increments and variables, time in our minds from that point of view would seem static. We picture it as all 'times' 'standing still', or freeze frame. 

I see it as dynamic, squirming, writhing with depth upon depth. If the 'observer' has access to all points and can interact (interfere) at will, then time is both dynamic and responsive. The map moves. The maze changes. 

Time, times, and half a time 

Time is counted. There is always an accounting over counted time. 

I let this sit for a couple of days to be sure it's what I mean to say. 

Don't forget I left twitter. I needed to test something.