Bow Down

When i'm here i can't wait to get out. When i'm out, i can't wait to get back here.

Left last night, around 10 PM for Chinook Winds. I noticed the problem at the direction of the truck came back. There is a missing rubber boot at a tie rod ball joint at the left wheel. The bolt may be loose as well, i don't know.  There's been to much going on lately with car, truck, simply can't keep up or even remember all the problems. One trip is driving well, in another the problem gets back.

Truck was annoyingly drifting on the road. At some point, right after i passed last red light speed and stop intersection in Sherwood, there was on the road this terrible dog poop smell. Don't know how they did it, for about a mile, i thought somebody threw on the road a load of a ton of dog poop. Smell had a  yeast component. I was nauseated already when i left but now i started to have shortness of breath which lasted until i got there. I was telling Angela. Should re-learn how to drive a manual transmission, just in case if i get sick somewhere and can't drive back home.

After a few hours or around 3 AM Angela lost all of her 200 dollars, (i lost 20 earlier and gave up) while me was nodding in chairs. Almost got hit by a cart with those black cassettes they replace in machines. People where vacuuming everywhere. I saw a guy with a T-shirt on his back that said OBEY. But mostly, just before we left, people bending in front of me. One or two guys dropped a penny, another came to throw something in a garbage bin next to the cash machine and bent to see what's in there, etc.. What was new was these guys were all athletic, fast moving, just in case an idea came to me, like smash their face or something. But i was too tired even to think.

For those who don't know. Currently at the casinos when you are done at one machine, you press a button and they give you ticket with the remainder of your money, that you can insert in a different machine, and when you leave you cash your last ticket it at a cash machine.

They also can give you a card that you insert in a machine that accumulates points. Most machines have a return rate of about 90%, more or less. There are some poker games that give you 102% return, but that is if you don't make any mistake. Which means, you play 100 dollars and the machine will give you back in wins in average 90 dollars. But that is not guaranteed. You could also win more money or loose it all, it's all an average. So basically in one night you cycle much more money that you came with, cause if you play 100 and the machine gives you back 90, you can keep playing until you win or leave or you're out of money. But if  you have a card and inserted the card every time you move to another machine they give you one point for each dollar cycled or something like this. Those points turn to dollars, like for 300 points you get a one dollar award depending on the casino.

So Angela last night had 6 dollars on the card, you have to imagine how many thousand dollars she cycled with those 200 she had originally in 4 hours or 5 hours or something, she was down to those 6 card dollars and she played those and won within 5 minutes back her 200 dollars, while a group of people next to her, me, was watching the whole show.

Similar thing happened the night before night. We theorize that there are hours when they "let the machines loose", Angela wanted to play some more, because she thought she could win more, i was dead tired, i told her, how many times this happened before and she lost again everything so we left.

I was dead tired, could not figure or think of why those guys bent cause this happened so many time before, with the same results. The car was doing a good mileage, however, very hard to steer. I was doing 50, countless guys passed me, people driving nervously, one guy passed me without signaling, many with off road lights, finally made it home, ate something from the fridge (potato salad) and fell asleep.

Can't remember exactly when i woke up with belly pain. It's actually the fat around your peritoneum that hurts. I believe now the bending thing triggers some sort of psychosomatic reaction that lowers both circulation and intestinal transit. If you have an infection in the same time which in this case might be fungal, protozoan or both, by the smell of it, you can get in trouble like i did.

As i said, i figured a remedy. I saw in the news and TV paramedics sometimes wrap people that have been traumatized in metal foil. That is to reflect and conserve heat because when traumatized, circulation may be reduced because of inflamation, other causes. So i started to use the metalized reflective insulation i had left from wrapping the dryer to conserve heat. But this night i could not remember where that was, it is damaged anyways from so much wearing so i just wrapped myself in bubble wrap and fell back asleep (no, a  comforter or something similar does not work especially because you throw it of  you while sleeping). But that didn't work as well so i woke up still with pain this time being worried. Then i tore from the wall a piece of that insulation which in installed many years ago because of the smart meters. There are 6 wireless smart meters on a wall that put out every 2 seconds so much signal they disturb inside any blue tooth device, so i put that on the wall and ground it and blue tooth started to work. I think i will put instead some aluminum foil and hook it to the electric ground of the installation.

Now the pain is almost gone but i am still nauseated. The guy upstairs smokes and plays loud TV and squeaks the floor relentlessly.

And yes in our days they are people who still go by those things, and get away with. And the whole world is led by them. You go somewhere, they play a trick like this one you and you're done, and then you may end in ICU diagnosed with "COVID". But you may not need to go anywhere, just watch a movie or video the news and they will hide something in there for you.

This is not religion. This may be what i call "visual martial arts", "audio martial arts" "biological martial arts" etc..

Could this be a coincidence, the fact that in some cultures, like in Japan, people bow to each other all the time (in the direction of the other guy, not sideways) and wherever they may be, in the direction of the palace of the emperor, on occasions. (In Japan, the emperor is considered god).

2:30 Went for a walk. Within 5 minutes pain came back, partly. When i got back the TV from upstairs can be head from 100 ft around the building.

Had her in the blog, however had to redo the post cause i did choose the best picture.

A siren went off like they always do, when i finish a post, to "scare the demons who inspire me", perhaps, sometimes i'm tempted to drive there at the ER to see if it's a real emergency. But who cares anymore, it's a whole pyramid made of broken laws instead of stones raising around me.

August 28

I woke up after 5 hours of sleep. +1 in the truck last night.

Last night i went to fetch some coffee for Angela inside the non-smoking area at the Spirit Mountain. There was this incredibly thin and tall woman who spent like 5 minutes at the coffee machine moving very slowly and yawning. All of a sudden i started to feel very sleepy, just by watching her. Half hour later i think i saw the eyes of Șoșoaca, on top of a mask and big body, though shorter, i guess. She was accompanied by a tall, rather thin nervous blond bearded guy who turned his head when i looked even though he had a mask.

Then i felt an irresistible urge to sleep. I went in the truck but the truck was facing the casino and a guy two rows in front of me was bending and executing a dance with the open door on the passenger side until i got so annoyed i turned the truck to face the last row next to street. There, i was nodding, on and off on the cheap, uncomfortable seat when a very noisy truck passed and woke me and i thought i saw a shadow with a fabric on top, like some gray clothes, getting under truck.  I got off, looked under with my phone's flashlight, went back and kept nodding until the noisy truck passed again and then i saw a Japanese guy dressed in a greenish coat that could have been double faced, entering a car on the last row i was facing. A weird looking cat, thin with long rear legs passed by. It was then when i decided to go back inside, i got this diabetic crash hunger, went and ordered some chips and fish. When they called my number i saw an old and bald and short Japanese guy going to the counter, like he didn't understand, real close to my food. Then i didn't feel like eating anymore and asked the woman for a to go box, and she offered me a bag too. Then i realized what was that trick, me walking with the bag with the box in it, after seeing Șoșoaca, and ate the food. Nothing happened.

However i started to feel an itchy sting in my left thigh that in the truck was facing the floor, like bitten by an insect. I went in the bathroom and tried to take a picture of that area, i thought i saw two circles, though not inflamed. Now i can't see any trace of it, still feel the itch and got some chills.

There is a one by two inches rubber gasket right under my seat covering a hole in the floor, by design, i don't know why. Some years ago the truck got flooded with water, for years, i pulled the wet jut and  the plastic cover of the floor. I thought water was getting inside through that gasket and added some silicon around it. Today i put some water in that area waiting to see if it drips under. Nothing so far. While doing so, people started to move in the parking lot, like always when i go outside. Watching them in disbelief from under truck. The bearded nerd started his imaginary endless phone conversation. Good thing i looked cause i saw the pipe on the filter which has a thread on one side and it clips on the other, was not clipped on one side and so it wasn't a pipe line. Looked at the pictures i took that day, i wasn't drunk, in the pictures one may see the connector and pipe wasn't clipped. Where was my mind at? But there was smoke outside and people yelling and distracting me. Clipped those things on.

Still have to figure where the water is coming from, cause the rainy season is going to start soon.

As for mileage. When i left for the 100 miles round trip last night the needle was finally at the full line (was two lines over after last fill, with over 30 miles on the trip odometer). After just changing the 15 years old filter it got like 25% better (preliminary, by the gauge only) since last time or around 20, still have to finish the tank with the additive in. I remember several years ago i poured some Lucas fuel additive in the tank. Mileage got better for one tank and then got worse. Snake oil does work! Somehow. 

Gasoline is not perfectly clean, that's why cars have filters, dirt accumulate at the bottom of the tanks at the gas station and if you get gas when the level is at its lowest, or the mud has been disturbed by refilling, you get the most. What happens is your tank is really dirty and put some injector cleaner additive, the  the additive dissolves first the mud in the tank and then that mud clogs the filter and injectors. I believe it can't be that dirty right now after they changed the fuel pump that is in the tank a few years ago (did they bother to clean it?). Or if the filter is really old and dirty, the additive dissolves some of that dirt that ends on the injectors' microfilters.

No, the fact that the filters are clogged does not means less gas at the injectors. It is lower pressure at the injectors which drip instead of spraying and the liquid gas does not have time to evaporate and burn when it sould and passes in the exhaust and catalytic. Computer by analyzing the parameters, adds more fuel to compensate (opens the injectors longer).

I wish i knew all these sooner, that's why i'm writing it here. Think at the fuel economy done and parts spared just by replacing an old fuel filter and running some additive (At my truck, the cat is next to the tranny where the clutch is, it heats up the slave cylinder inside the clutch, the transmission fluid which one time literally boiled and because of that i replaced 4 cats and 3 clutches already and i'm holding breath for this one.

This Gum_out i bought says it's for "high mileage" and "the whole fuel system". Wait to see.

Yeah, so far got some mild "flue like" symptoms. But those could be just because of getting under truck and laying on the cold asphalt, with only some bubble wrap under. Leg is itching though deeper inside. Wait to see.

I opened the door to go and take some picture of that gasket only to see the guy upstairs at his car. He went upstairs and promptly started the loud TV (punish me for opening the door and looking at him) while the nerd quieted down (it's always only one source of noise). Took some pictures. Per google, after modification to blogger about a year ago. if i upload the pictures at X-large size, like i did, the resolution is poor but the pictures get in slideshow mode with much better resolution if you click on one. If i choose original size, the slideshow is at poor resolution instead. Yes i tried and you could squeeze an object like a pen or small diameter pipe inside the car by that gasket without damaging anything. This truck has been made by GM in cooperation with Isuzu.

3:49 I'm done scrapping and sanding the whole area. Next i'm going to cut a piece of zinc plated sheet metal and apply it with JB Weld on top of that hole. While scrapping with a screwdriver the rust (though wet) the man upstairs showed and passed really close mumbling something. Soon after the place filled with dust (not from me). I plan on covering the rust that i can't possibly scrap (i don't have a wire brush) with paint so rust won't fly away from my truck anymore. Blood is red because of the rust inside hemoglobin. Afte perspiring a lot while working under that rain proof nylong fabric coat i feel better.

4:35 Just applied the patch with the adhesive, went under to see how i've done it, he came and parked next to me while adhesive is still smelling of course and i ran inside. (He only went "to work" this week two days, Thursday and Friday, 8 hours each.

4:42 Ice cream truck is here, while adhesive still smelling. Anybody figures what i'm experiencing and why i keep saying the're best at playing victim?

5:28 I painted the floor and saw it was matching pretty well the color so i just cleaned with alcohol and painted the area of the hood that was peeling off. Far from perfect, much better than before. But if i don't apply some clear coat next it will wear out by this time next year for sure. Forgot to take the "before" picture, now is kinda useless to take the after. For what's worth it. The grill has been sitting in the sun for 23 years, this truck never saw a garage.
LOL was searching for Sirhan Sirhan and found somebody else... 6:57 In the meantime i remembered where the water was coming from... There are some cracks in the floor by the screws that hold the seats. I covered some of them with silicon, now i see new ones. Real interesting, one of the cracks starts next to what it looks like a blow with a pointed tool in the floor. While washing that area so i can take a picture, the hood of the car still vaguelly smelling like paint, next to it came (to talk to a much younger woman) this guy


7:47 Arts are a part of life. When mine started to smell like dog, i knew i had to go to pick the poops. I found several, more than a pound in total, in places slightly off the usual. In the meantime, the whole area of; the complex went silent. It always does when i figure new faces. I don't know, could be they have to pull some of the non "staff" from here, or those who got convinced, first hand, that i'm telling the truth?

5:15 29 I saw the news oh boy. Every time i plant a seed they say kill it before it grows...

Deci au venit și ei cu ceva.  Dacă vă uitați bine, veți vedea că e tăiată cu flacăra de sudură... Da bine într-o poză ca lumea, nu asta făcută cu un telefon de acum 10 ani...

August 27

4:45 Woke up about half hour ago, after about 4 and a half hours. Nausea, belly pain. Slept next to a semi-open window. Went outside and found and threw a number of poops, some from a stray. Cigarette smoke everywhere covered the smell, making it hard to find. Don't even know if picked them all. Just by getting close, handling those with a surgical glove and a bag i got sicker.

4:51 Somebody started a big exhaust.

Never seen AQI indexes like this. 900s? Most i have seen so far was 400s. Can see the plumes here.

5:23 Deci să înțelegem că SPP îi caută în buzunare pe toți cei care intră în Parlament cu o legitimație sau doar pe cei care îi cheamă Gheorghe? Și ce făcea cu plicul, fuma în baie? Dacă au mers direct la el fiindcă știau că fumează în baie, de ce nu l-au prins acolo? Sau de ce nu au rezolvat problema discret, așa cum le rezolvă ei pe toate cele de care nu auzim. Îmi pare rău că nu îi găsesc vârsta ca să-l caut pe liste. Am găsit totuși pe cineva cu care seamănă. (Ok m-am prins. Ăștia de la AUR sunt toți blonzi în afară de George Simion care e brunet-brunet, așa cum îi plac lu' cocoașa).

5:49. Apropo de ce nu auzim. Nu auzim cum se scurge bugetul, banii noștri lipsă de pe fluturași, în canalul București-Budapesta. Ce nu mai auzim. După ce a fost prim ministru de patru ori și a ocupat știrile timp de zece ani, nu mai auzim de el de luni de zile la rând (nu că mi-ar fi dor, Doamne ferește). Știți de cine vorbesc, în lumea cealaltă îl cheamă tot Gyorgy. Gay or gay. György Dragomán.

6:26 Ba sunt grave, cele mai multe dureri de cap la copii și adulți vin de la sinuzită care vine de la dinți, și pe termen lung sunt dezastruoase. Nu săriți așa la control neurologic. Mergeți la dentist mai întâi.

7:01 When i came back after i took Angela to work, i still had one line above full on the dashboard, with 27 miles done. It was smelling like mold so i went and picked a number of candy wraps spread evenly on the wood chips on the side of a bush that's not visible from here.

7:54 Oare am greșit eu iar George Simion e de fapt tipul ăsta Hassine, un actor tunisian stabilit în Ungaria, fostul partener al lui Katinka Cseke, aka Șoșoaca?

12:14 Right after i finished this i ate some broccoli omelet and went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 with the worst nausea i had so far. However i texted the shop, then called. First Carry, then Irine then Sally then the estimator Jason, the one with and Asian accent. The estimator told me that he has a gut feeling the car is going to be totaled, however he could not tell me a value of the car or repair. He said he has to write the estimate and that can be done only early next week, and when i asked when he said Wednesday, that being one week since i towed the car in there. I was thinking about what he said, got feeling is what i had in that moment. Literally. I came back, i knew there was going to be an extra poop somewhere, which i found and took it to the garbage. It was an enormous one, hidden between a bush and the garages. I bet if i eat the're going to bring a new one. Got to call Nick Sprague, the local Progressive agent assigned to my claim.

12:39 Just spoke to Nick, he said it's the busiest time of the year, shops are booked for up to two months and the waiting time for an estimate is one week, but he's going to call the shop to see what he can do.

2:35 I ate and didn't take any chances, left for a long walk so i can get fresh air while i digest my food. On my walk i figured the thread with the shop asking me for the tile of the car is missing so i will just attach it here. The title. Talked again to Nick, from Progressive. He said he will get back to me when he gets the estimate which may be as late as Wednesday. He finally said something interesting. He doesn't know what the value of the car was before the accident or the value of he car insured for which i was paying full premium.

What happens is i bought a car from Copart that was totaled, but in the description it was saying "minor scratches and damages". When i got home, i found the original headlight for right front in the trunk. Car was missing windshield washer reservoir, other parts. They where a number of other plastic parts missing. Right side of the car, door, fender seemed freshly painted. I don't know the status of the airbag in that door, and the dashboard light for airbags came the day before the accident. I fixed as much as i needed to can drive the car. However, after i passed DEQ, Oregon DMV gave me a salvage title so i can drive it. With the funky LPN, JKB. If you go there with a driveable car, they will always give you one. Here is a picture of the car in Copart lot.

Ok have to take a break here to insert the picture of the guy who is yelling on the phone, in an apartment in the building next to ours. I saw his face when i went in the back to take the picture of the two bottles rotating at the door. I also saw in the same balcony a few days ago a "prominent" Romanian politician.

What happens is, when the guy upstairs is not home, and lately he's been playing TV at an equivalent volume so it can be heard outside and everywhere, they got to compensate somehow, i believe at a great cost to the poor guy. He's probably got some prompter and the narrative is bein made up "on the fly" by some AI program, by the way words and tone change with my moves. When he is not here and the guy upstairs is not here, there is a guy yelling in Spanish at a balcony next to our apartments etc. If neither is available, then kids will start to yell etc.. Never two in the same time. Never.

Back to business. Here is the title of the car issued by Oregon DMV.

On the title it says RECONSTRUCTED. When i spoke with Nick last time, he said the value of a car with a salvage title for the purpose of insurance is 80%. I hope the premium was calculated accordingly. He also said, as mentioned before, that "he did not know the value of the car before the accident". I believe it is because i never finished fixing the car. The car has now been damaged at the other end, it doesn not have anything to do with unrepaired parts. However, i have a "gut feeling" they will downgrade the value of the car until it will be lower than the value of the repairs so the amount they will pay will be much less than 80% of the current value of a similar car that has not been totaled.

The suspicion part. They made me talk to the estimator so he can ask me about the wheel in the trunk. I was driving on a spare because i had a flat two days before, the guys at Les Schwab told me that tire is damaged beyond repair and needed new tires, however they did not cary that brand to match the others so i ordered it online. It came two days early, or the day after. Here is a copy of the Police report i just got from Washington State DMV. Note that "hit and run" is missing, it only says the exhange of the information was not completed. However, that is shown in the diagram. Here's the password for it. 567381.

4:37 I picked Angela from work. Went both to Fred Meyer. When i was about to leave i saw a woman with a baby in her cart at a (n artificially created) bottle neck directing me with hands to pass first. Distractions on the roadk (like a hippy bus) and repeated suddent stops almost made me hit the next vehicle.

Back home. Cigarette smoke in the apartment, about 10 teens of which some i never seen before, some are the kids since 6 years ago when we moved, came to play and yell in front of our door. Went and picked a number of fresh, huge dog poops, when i was leaving, a woman (the one talking on her cell phone all the time) came and started to talk on her phone and dance around with her dog. Got to go to se the results.

6:13 The man upstairs started to smoke something.

8:27 I've been searching for hours. Finally found it on my blog. The video proving that ninja used powerful yet simple devices for listening. Those have surfaced from books like Ninpiden, others. But those books contain very little compared to the bulk of ninja knowledge transmitted orally or through family or clan scrolls. My suspicion is they can go further than simply listening to conversations. By closely studying a subject for years, they mai get to guess the thoughts and decisions of that person minute by minute, just from being present in the next room or even interact with (influence subject's thought or inner or silent decisions). Planning to work on a blog post to show briefly most that i know about ninja listening but that of course if the guy upstairs stop drilling my brain with squeaks. Contrary to popular beliefs, ninja did not fight in close combat except rarely. The bulk of their activity was spying, and listening was most of it while assassinations may have been carried out often by non violent means, like seeding your environment with bad bacteria and mold.

A device have been built and tested by acoustic experts using the instructions in the book but without the oral knowledge that these books are said to be accompanied by. After guessing, they had to slightly modify the design to obtain a gain of 2-3 dB. But my guess is they didn't guess the right design and right use of the device. It could be a deception meant to distract the curiosity of many about reading the books. Also if the device, besides "amplifying" the voice frequency could also diminish other frequencies, making the voice more distinguishable from ambiental or even ambiental white noise.

Conștiință vs dreaming

Conștiința era un concept invocat adesea în timpul comunismului în incluziunea "conștiință de clasă". De pe la Marx. Tot de la Marx am aflat de conștiință ca fiind o reflecție. A realității economice spunea el, specialistul.

Problema e că în limba română nu există distincție lingivistică între conscience și consciousness, pe care eu aș traduce-o ca și conștientizare.

Ca și acum, și atunci era aiurea. Auzeai profesori, activiști de partid care foloseau alcătuirea "conștiința de clasă", alte fragmente de filosofie marxistă (care deși era o derogare, sau deviere de filosofie totuși închegată cumva) definiția era greșită sau confuză chiar din punct de vedere semantic din cauza problemelor de limbă (adică nedigerarea unor neologisme) și dădeau naștere unor "semințe" de grave erori viitoare în mintea crudă a unor tabula rasa post belice doi.

Am cunoscut odată un tip la o biserică (BNC, ce mai, unde am cunoscut pe mai mulți, inclusiv un avatar al lui Tom Cruise iar pastor era cântarețul Meatloaf cred. Carlton (care cred că era un sociolog faimos acum decedat) venea la noi acasă în Beaverton (Sussex), se așeza turcește (sau lotus cum vreți) pe canapea, deschidea Biblia și spunea. "Let's get back to basics".

Nu mă miră acum că eșafodaj a ajuns să fie în românește sinonim cu construcție. Pornești greșit, nu ajungi nicăieri, nici o șansă.

Din păcate nici în alte limbi, universuri, nu găsim o definiție satisfăcătoare a conștiinței. Conștiința e mult mai mult decât o cale spre regrete. Nu vreau să mă bag să spun aici că e o chestie care vine de la creștinism, deși filosofia vestică nu e altceva decât o distilare a creștinismului. Însă creștinismul a fost dat oamenilor într-un moment când erau practic niște sălbatici.

Din fericire, avem jurnaliști care mai scapă și mici analize științifice uneori surprinzător de riguroase, care uneori ne deschid porțile, pomenind, către cercurile înalte și închise ale filosofilor, oamenilor de știință de vârf și necunoscuți publicului iar google acum ne arată imediat calea spre aceștia. De la ei poate știu câte ceva despre conștiință. Am citit undeva că e legată de limbaj. Când e vorba de știință, totuși mă deranjează metaforele.

Aș vrea să fac aici o analogie cu limbajele de programare. De când von Neumann a inventat computerul așa cum îl știm, limbajele de programare, adică uneltele programatorilor s-au clasificat în limbaje de nivel înalt și limbaje mașină, cu ceva între, care este limbajul C. Este foarte greu să te exprimi ca programator în cod mașină, dar un program realizat astfel, presupunând că programatorul este bun, este cel mai rapid posibil fiindcă "profită" (take advantage în engleză) de resursele hardware cele mai intime.

În schimb, limbajele de nivel înalt, care sunt intuitive pentru programator, au nevoie de compilatoare, adică niște programe care le traduc în cod mașină, însă nu întotdeauna optim. Programele astfel realizate sunt greoaie și de obicei mult mai lente. C este limbajul de nivel înalt cel mai aproape de cod mașină.

Deci o conștiință care se bazează pe limbaj, care este o formă de comunicare de nivel înalt dar foarte greoaie și de multe ori ne-intuitivă, care necesită mulți ani de educație și asimilarea a mii de cuvinte și care poate include erorile predecesorilor și care dă uneori naștere la confuzii și posibilități de manipulare, este în primul rând lentă (Gigi, gândeai prea repede!), fiindcă nu funcționează în timp real.

Omul stă și se gândește, folosind în mintea lui cuvinte. Își analizează propriile idei, care îi vin în minte din memorie sub formă de fraze. Mintea de pe urmă a românilor, sleep it over în engleză. Modelarea realității în interiorul acestui tip de conștiință este greoaie și necesită timp și chiar amânări. Nu există altă scăpare decât stereotipurile, adică niște analogii cu niște situații, concepte cunoscute, care de cele mai multe ori nu sunt identice cu cele reale iar indivizii, societatea își petrec de multe ori timpul în grave erori sau abateri de la realitate car pot merge până la conflicte. (Ce e mai grav, deși e o deviere mare de la discuție, în timp ce gândește omul își mai și mișcă limba, aproape imperceptibil, ceea ce este suficient însă pentru cei cu niște device-uri, poate chiar antice, antrenament și pregătire să audă gândurile cuiva, dacă-l interesează. O altă metodă ar fi oprirea șirului gândului printr-o distragere și analizând reacțiile, atunci când se știe cam în ce gama gândește omul în acel moment, și mai ales cunoscându-l foarte bine).

Cred că ați ghicit unde vreau să ajung. Pot exista și alte tipuri de conștiință, exprimată prin alte tipuri de comunicare, la societăți izolate pentru zeci de mii de ani de restul omenirii, cum ar fi gesturile, mimica, artele vizuale, simbolurile (distilate în timpurile noastre de masonerie), poezia, muzica, (însoțite de un limbaj primitiv), care nu pierde timpul pentru reflecții, sentimente de regret și deși nu folosește logica poate ajunge la modelarea realității mult mai precisă dar mai ales în timp real și comunicare intra socială în timp real iar societatea respectivă funcționează mult mai eficient, iar când intră în competiție cu alte tipuri de societăți, le decimează instinctiv. Eu bănuiesc ca acesta este conceptul de dreaming in societatea antică australiană.

Cândva, poate 4-5 mii de ani BC un grup provenit dintr-un nucleu al acestei vechi societăți paralele s-a deplasat și a reluat în sfârșit contactul cu restul omenirii. Rezultatul îl știm din istorie. Sumer, Egipt, China, Japonia, America, Imperiul Roman etc..

Decimarea noastră se face pe mai multe căi. Uneori folosind limbajul necunoscut nouă (uitat de mii de ani), cu accente imperative în subconștient, al gesturilor. Alteori folosind chiar cea mai mare vulnerabilitate și povară a noastră, limba și logica greoaie. Evocarea sau invocarea de evenimente emoționale. Stereotipurile. "Cultura".

Iwo Jima, Gay?

I saw in the news the so called Taliban reenactment of the raising flag. For the first time, i looked closer and a questioned popped in mind. Why so many (and so close) to raise a pole that seem rather short and can't be that heavy?