Those who have been reading the original French version of this blog from the
outset will know that I had translated this very pungent (and highly topical)
short story more than 20 years ago and that unfortunately I don't know the
original author. I even lost the original text in English which had actually
been translated from German and had to translate it back in order to make
English subtitles. That's what you call Chinese whispers! I hope you enjoy
this video adaptation as much as I enjoyed making it even though it involved
countless hours of research and work (and also of frustration for not being
able to show exactly what I had in mind, but I'm so grateful to the generous
talented people who contribute to these audiovisual databases). You have no
idea what it takes until you try it yourself, so thank you for leaving a
comment. After all, today is Christmas Day.
May the end of 2022 goes smoothly for you and allows you a little time off.
An international hit song driven by the catchy vocals of the great charismatic songwriter of a (sadly) short-live band from San Francisco which successful passed the test of time while (unfortunately) still being relevant today. A song to make you feel good and uplift your spirit with a cover version by the wonderful Ingrid Courrèges as a bonus. And if you have time, do listen to 4 Non Blondes' one and only album (Bigger, Better, Faster, More!) for more musical gems and Linda Perry's extraordinary voice.
Ey@el
What's Up?
Twenty-five years and my life is still, Tryin' to get up that great big hill Of hope For a destination.
I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood Of man, For whatever that means.
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out what's in my head And I… I am feeling a little peculiar.
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside, And I take a deep breath and I get real high, And I scream from the top of my lungs: “What's going on?”
And I say: “Hey-ey-ey hey-ey-ey” I said: “Hey! What's going on?” And I say: “Hey-ey-ey hey-ey-ey” I said: “Hey! What's going on?”
And I try… Oh my God, do I try! I try all the time In this institution.
And I pray… Oh my God, do I pray! I pray every single day For revolution.
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out what's in my head And I… I am feeling a little peculiar.
And I say: “Hey-ey-ey hey-ey-ey” I said: “Hey! What's going on?” And I say: “Hey-ey-ey hey-ey-ey” I said: “Hey! What's going on?”
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside, And I take a deep breath and I get real high, And I scream from the top of my lungs: “What's going on?”
Twenty-five years and my life is still, Tryin' to get up that great big hill Of hope For a destination.
Almost six months ago, during our conversation about the release of his first
novel, Rudy confided his sudden desire to write a children book. Which he did
the following day! Today he proudly introduces his work illustrated with
humour by Papou and published by A vol d'oiseaux.
Synopsis: The world is doing fine until the day a
strange and dangerous virus appears… The only protection against it is
to wear your knickers on your head and cover your eyes! A tongue-in-cheek
satire of the Covid crisis for children and teenagers.
Date of publication : 15th December 2022 Price:
€ 11,00
“Should you have blue pills in your family, it might tickle them” warns Rudy. “If you offer this to your fully blue-pilled cousin or her kids, you may
have lively discussions on Christmas. But well, hey… When we got
locked down at home and vaccine-passported, nobody cared whether we were
shocked and had our feelings hurt by that, so let's say it's a win-win.”
“It made my son laugh a lot. I think it's a nice gift for Christmas.
We tried to keep the price as low as possible. For the moment, it's only
available in Europe. I'm looking for a publisher in Canada” he adds.
A bit of sweetness makes the world a better place and is always welcome. Let me share with you this recipe which has been tested and apparently approved by a bunch of sweet-toothed foodies. Ideal for tea or coffee time, it should appeal both to children and adults alike. While I'm aware red berries are just past their peak, if you were wise enough to stock up for later use, now is the best time to get some out of the freezer for an instant cheer-up.
Ingredients
Makes 9 muffins:
Filling : - 80 g blackberries - 1/2 glass orange juice - 3 teaspoons psyllium husks
Dough : - 160 ml plant-based milk - 60 ml olive oil - 2 tablespoons agave syrup - 1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar - 100 g rice flour - 60 g coconut flour - 1 teaspoon vanilla powder - 1 teaspoon baking soda - 1 pinch of salt
Instructions
Prepare filling: cook blackberries with orange juice and psyllium husks to a thick jelly over low heat for about 5-10 minutes (depending whether you are using fresh or frozen berries).
Stir milk, oil and agave syrup together in a bowl then add vinegar.
In another bowl, mix flours, vanilla, baking soda and salt then progressively add mixture to wet ingredients.
Add blackberry jelly and transfer to muffin cups.
Bake 25 minutes at 180°C and store in a cool place so that your muffins stay moist.
NOTE: You may replace blackberries with gooseberries, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries or any other other fresh or frozen berries according to season or availability, but you may need to make adjustments for the jelly filling. If you are using acidic berries such as gooseberries, you may want to add a drizzle of agave syrup according to taste. You may also substitute any other gluten-free flour for coconut flour or only use rice flour. However, you must know that coconut flour has a sweet flavour that adds to the overall taste of the muffins.
Feel free to indulge in these low-cal pastries without feeling guilty.
Regular readers surely know how fond of blackberries I am. And this year, despite the vagaries of the weather (and perhaps a little haarp playing) which destroyed the first berries in July, brambles are very resilient and provided a good harvest in August. We should even be able to pick up some more during the whole of September.
Go ahead as you certainly don't want to miss out on the many benefits of blackberries, their natural anti-inflammatory properties to eliminate toxins; their high content of iron and vitamin C to prevent anemia. Studies have shown blackberries to have a positive impact in preventing and combating stomach cancer. They're also useful against viruses and to regulate cholesterol levels. And surprisingly, despite their annoying seeds getting caught between your teeth, they actually help to clean your teeth, strengthening them while reducing dental plaque and gum inflammation. Be aware, though, of overindulgence as they also have laxative properties!
Below is a quick and easy recipe I've created for “toothless” people who could not enjoy my blackberry pies. It's now a favourite of theirs and it should also appeal to children.
Ingredients
Makes 6 cups:
- 600 ml vegetal milk - 250-300 g blackberries - 4 tablespoons psyllium husks - 1 teaspoon agave syrup - 2 drop bitter almond oil (optional)
Instructions
In a food processor, purée the blackberries then add the syrup.
Hit milk with the blackberry purée and psyllium, whisking constantly to prevent lumps until the mixture thickens. Please note that once it starts thickening, it will continue to do during the cooling phase, so don't wait for it too be to thick to remove from heat.
Add the almond oil if you chose to use some. Stir well and transfer to individual cups. You many add a few blackberries on top to decorate.
Keep refrigerated for 12 hours before consuming.
NOTE: You may of course substitute raspberries or gooseberries for blackberries.
Why is it so hard to wake people up to the Great Reset and the World Economic Forum?
It is because the “evil conspiracy” is hidden from public view. It is designed in such a way that it prevents the average person from ever truly understanding the nature of the scheme. Below is a summary of a spot-on conversation on Reddit.
1. The very idea of conspiracy suggests secrecy, whereas the Great Reset is a fully-exposed direct open scheme aiming to create a global revolution of thought. Every year, they invite our leaders and the CEO's of major corporations and they've been doing it for years. People cannot fathom why an evil scheme would be made public. A common argument is “Why would Schwab outline his plans in his book?”.
2. The World Economic Forum (WEF) cloaks itself in positive values such as preservation of the planet, reducing pollution, access to medicines for all, human progress… People are inoculated against the idea of malicious intent. To resist those values immediately places you in the minds of the masses in a position where you wish NOT to progress, wish NOT to save the planet, etc. Think about it: only a madman would resist such ideas, right?
It requires years of research to realise the difference between genuinely looking to achieve those goals with a noble intent and looking to achieve those goals for a different agenda. The issue is why would anyone look any further into it?
But this is what people like Huxley and H.G. Wells have stated: the refusal of people to believe what is right in front of them—that speaks to why the nature of their global scheme must be OPEN. It is because they need as many people to adopt their values in order to move the scheme forward. They couldn't achieve that if they did it in secret with limited numbers or if their official values were not seemingly positive.
Klaus Schwab specifically states himself that they have infiltrated political cabinets. On their website, you can see that all sectors of society—particularly science and academia–are involved in order to rearrange the way humans think about the world around them.
It is a revolution of thought on a surgical level where the very essence of how a human forms a thought is changed to suit their benefits.
To be frank, it’s a perfect plan. That isn’t to say it can’t be stopped, but it is brilliant.
NUMBER 9 is the vibration of the Wisdom of Time. It's the most spiritual number as its essence embodies that of all other numbers. This is why its vibration is related to the Universe and in synchronicity with time and space. Wherein lie wisdom and light, wherein is man in search of his own truth that will guide him like a beacon towards his Inner Source… his Divine Light Teith, enabling him to guide others towards their own light, their own spiritual empowerment.
Help! I cannot get started on this article. What's the hold-up? Why am I stuck?
Oh, wait… yes, that's my Muse messing around again, going on strike every time I intent to seriously get at it. Is that the serious bit she cannot put up with? Bloody drama queen!
Seriously, she pisses me off. She really does. But without her, I'm like Jack in The Shining, always typing the same line again and again. I will not, however, resort to drink or chase my family around with an axe. Besides, I don't have any axe. Nor booze. It's so lame. And so stupid what I'm saying. Woe to me, this Muse will drive me nuts. And nuts always end up roasted. Or eaten up by squirrels.
And by the way, why is that always a she-Muse and not a he-Muse for a change? That would fun to have Matt Bellamy as an inspirer. He would make me write conspiracy stuff with lots of tremolo tremas and ultra acute accents that would smash my keyboard… Er, well, wrong idea—can't write without my keyboard… Or maybe Dom Howard so I could let the steam off banging the keys. Nope, same here. Too bad, I do need my keyboard. That leaves me with Chris Whose-Name-I-Can't-Spell. Guy's too freaky. I'm sure he would make me write gore stuff with lots of blood dripping on my keyboard and I can't even think of having to line it with sanitary towels. Yuk!
Finally, a he-Muse may not be such a good idea after all. Or maybe a multi-gendered, non-gendered or trans Muse? Aargh no! Impossible. I'm too allergic to wokes (i.e. those who had someone playing bongos on their soft spot too many times). Evil be to him who self-righteously thinks about it. Anaphylactic shock—no pun here, please, you'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking (those are not my words but Thom Yorke's and by the look on his face while he sings it, man truly means it). All the same, it would be fun if I could take the upper hand over him/her/it (the he/she/it-Muse of course, not Thom Yorke). I would take the woke on the wild side (with Lou Reed).
WTF? What the hell am I writing… Gosh, it's not me, it's that bloody Muse making a fool out of me all the way!
– So what? You did write your article, didn't you? What are you fussing about? – Yeah, but it sucks what you inspired me. – You're never satisfied. I'm blowing my arse off to inspire you and you're nitpicking about unicorn ass hair. – Hey wind turbine, adjust your glasses! These are not unicorns, these are pegasi. Everyone knows there are no such things as unicorns. – Oh dear, Blondie's pissing me off. Let's see how she enjoys a dragon for climate change! – Damned, sounds like a rambling saga in great Pompeii fashion in the making. – An autodafé, yep! – Can we also burn the flies in the ointment, the Davos clique and all the cranks from the lower basement? Please, say yes… – A big yes! – Yippee! Getting the grill going.
Continued next year (provided I survive the sulphur fumes).
Until then, my Muse and I are so grateful that you're still reading us after 9 years (yes, today is the 9th anniversary of the main blog in French). And if you've jumped on the bandwagon, welcome aboard and God bless and preserve you against the mischievous spirits haunting this space. Don't worry, they are not malevolent. At worst, they'll only give you headaches. Take breaks, write comments, but never attempt to read it all in one go. Over 1,500 articles, you'd never survive it! And I do need my readers to keep going. So please, take good care of yourself and thanks again for putting up with my ravings and fits of seriousness (it does happen to me sometimes).
Well alright, you gave it all up for a dream. Fate proved unkind To lock the door and leave no key. You're unsure, Well baby I'm scared too When the world crushes you.
Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the storm outside. Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the endless night.
Disillusion has an edge so sharp, It tears at your soul And leaves a stain upon your heart. I need you to wash mine clean You've felt it too, And you need me.
Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the storm outside. Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the endless night.
Your struggle with darkness has left you blind, I'll light the fire in your eyes.
Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the storm outside. Let me be your shelter – Shelter From the endless night.
Let me be your shelter – Shelter... Let me be your shelter – Shelter...
Many have assessed why people are asleep: mass psychosis as a result of Covid scare, trust in government, lack of interest… It’s okay to understand the past, but I wonder what we could do now. Which efficient processes might wake members of the public up?
As mentioned above, it would seem that many even refuse to think about it. At some point, we’re hitting a wall.
Until now I’ve been posting facts, analyses, videos. ‘Logical’ arguments don't work with everyone as they imply pausing and pondering over those facts.
And I can see that any new study, any new vaccine-induced death or side effect is met with genuine indifference.
Maybe we're using the wrong strategy here?
How could we hack that? Instead of making statements in our tweets, flyers or discussions, we could turn it around so as to access their brains.
For instance, by asking questions since statements are generally dismissed out of hand whenever they don't match belief systems.
Do you remember all the surveys in mainstream media in 2021 such as “Should we lock down again?” or “Should we introduce vaccine passport mandates?” All these questions were actually nudges—suggestions to gain acceptance of what's coming next.
Here we could use a similar process with direct questions to counter propaganda:
“Do Covid vaccines make us sick?”
“Did mainstream media lie about Covid treatments?”
The simple fact of seeing a question triggers thinking. Of course, we need to make them visible in the street, in the subway, on stickers or social media. Even if members of the public don't see them at first. The idea is to repeat these questions. What we're aiming at is to reactivate some kind of cognitive process.
I am not a psychotherapist, but if we are to get people out of mass psychosis, it may be worth exploring. I'm open to suggestions.
As promised, I have the honour and pleasure to proudly present the project
I've been working so hard to produce over the last few weeks.
This short documentary above is my vision and the condensed version of a
recent interview with Rudy, a young French author who lives in Quebec and has
just published his first novel on Amazon
(available both in paperback and Kindle formats in French language only).
A fast-paced fantasy thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat
throughout its 450+ pages.
Below is the translated transcript of the above documentary which may be
easier to read than the embedded English subtitles (which have been
made by me and not automatically produced by an algorithm).
However, the full transcript of the captivating one-hour conversation I had
with the author will only be available (in several instalments) on the main
blog in French as it was really more work than I could handle.
This is my first documentary. The result of countless hours of work and
research. Thank you for your forbearance and your time watching it.
For the record, one month ago I had no idea I would have this captivating
conversation with Rudy or even that I would make this video. Let alone how or
with what. The idea simply dawned on me, gently, inspired by my heart rather
than aspired by my mind.
I followed through because it triggered so much joy and excitement within, I
knew I would be guided through all the steps. This was the case indeed, down
to the smallest detail. I only provided the necessary efforts and patience as
I had to learn on the job.
To my credit, even after so many years and fundamentally different technical
means, I was still able to apply quite naturally the little bit about film
production I was taught on my audiovisual training at college before
quitting—as, until very recently, I had never believed strongly in
myself and in my dreams enough to fulfil them. Therefore, this
documentary was kind of getting my back on the past—a personal challenge, or
the materialisation of something I had always wanted to do for so long. Will I
keep the momentum? I don't know. I'll go where my inner joy carries me and no
longer where the fears and limitations of others will dictate me to.
Many thanks to Rudy for his huge concern, his great availability, his precious
collaboration on this project, and mostly for the inspired burst of creativity
he's revived in me.
“Slumped on the sofa, 27-year old Yvan had no idea that within less than a
year, he would be dead... twice. “
This is the story of Gauthier
and Yvan, two 30-something teenage friends, involuntary involved in a
mysterious adventure at the fringe of reality. After a chance encounter with
a friendly granny in a lift, Yvan's life gradually takes a bizarre,
disturbing—even downright absurd turn. A coin that always flips on the right
side; a charge for the murder of a world-famous figure in baffling
circumstances; or this blue annoying little furry creature who can speak,
smoke, and appears to be following Yvan's every single move. For Yvan,
Reality clearly doesn't make sense anymore.
First Novel
It's the first time I bring a literary project to completion!
I
found I had a taste for writing when I was 14. I fell in love with a girl
called Hélène. She was older than me. Nothing ever happened between us, but we
kept in touch for years. Even now we still exchange occasional emails.
So
we wrote to each other for some time – I mean traditional letters with stamps
and envelopes and stuff. And there you have a young teenage Rudy in love...
I
actually found these letters allowed me to express things I could not just
express with my phone or even speak out loud. And in fact, I started
developing a taste for the right words.
So how did it happen? A
taste for using the right words, the letters I wrote which enabled me to
develop my own style – but actually, all this doesn't write a story. And it
annoyed me. Because there was something missing.
And so circa 2017,
I decided to enrol on a writing class. I typed “writing class for adults” and
I stumbled upon this lady called Myriam who lectured us. She's a writer
herself and she gave us homework, notably exercises on characters. And I
realised that was what I was missing.
Rather than attempting to
write a story, invent characters and let them come to life, let them move
inside the story.
Stephen King
I once read an interview with Stephen King, who is one of my literary
references. He says he actually invents his characters, and then lets them
come to life...
And that's a bit how I felt. I'm not comparing,
okay because Stephen King… well. But he lets his characters come to life. He
doesn't know what's going to happen to them until he actually writes it.
Philosophical Interlude
“The other day, I got a phone call from my doctor. He left a message on my
answering machine saying: 'I have received your test results, everything's
fine!' Thereupon, I started to imagine the message I could have got instead.
'Morderai, I need you to call back my office as soon as possible. I would
like to discuss your test results with you'. Just imagine the joy I felt!
What better news in the world than 'I have received your test results,
everything's fine!' Well, my brother, at times like these, I need to pray
just to say thank you. For the gratitude you express stands like a beacon in
the night.”
When I started writing my story, I had this scene where Yvan, the main
character has a conversation with his brother, who happens to be a religious
Jew, and they have a discussion. It's a bit like an interlude in the story, a
reflective interlude...
It was inspired by 1984. At some point,
Winston, the hero, is given a book. It's a book about politics. And we get
50-80 pages describing the contents of the book. So we get a pause in the
story, a pause in the action, a pause in the narrative to create this
interlude of political explanation, which I found was very good, and we
understand a lot of things.
So I wanted to do something similar. It
was the idea I had when I started the book.
“When you forget to say thank you, you eventually fail to realise you're the
happiest man in the world... That's where the second part of the plan
begins: you start comparing.” “Comparing?” “Yes, you compare. Your
neighbour's house which is nicer than yours, your sister's kids who are
better-mannered, the waitress at the restaurant who has finer legs than your
wife, except that unlike your wife, she didn't give you two beautiful kids.
And so, you compare. Goyim have great sayings to illustrate that. One says,
'The grass is always greener on the other side'. And another one says: 'Love
ends where comparison begins'.“
Writing Process
Before I could write the original scene I had in mind, I had 235 pages to
write. That's literally two years of work. The first lesson I learnt from this
three-year writing process is that you need a great deal of patience.
If
you start writing what you want like I used to do, for me, it didn't work. I
tried designing a plan, it didn't really work! I read theoretical books on
writing, drawing diagrams... I picked up bits and pieces and kept the
interesting ones.
So there's certain elements of structure in the
pace of the story. At some point, it goes down, then up again until it reaches
the final climax. Though this book has no end. The last three words are: “End
of volume one”.
So no, I didn't really follow a script. I had this
scene I wanted to write in mind. I had my characters. There was Yvan, who is
the hero of the book, and Ginette, an old lady he meets in the lift by pure
chance. And from then on, increasingly bizarre things keep occurring in Yvan's
life and the life of his close friends.
So I had these two
characters, I would write a scene, then once it was written... I would write
approximately once a week. I had a couple of free hours on Thursday evenings
when I would take my laptop to the library and write a dozen or more pages.
Thereupon, during the whole week in between Thursdays, it was running in the
background.
What happens in the next scene? In the next 20 pages of
the book?
It's interesting for sometimes, there are scenes which
are really scary. I mean with some scenes, you get stuck for weeks before
actually writing them because it really scares you. You don't know how to
write it or how to tackle it. You're sitting in front of your computer, unable
to type the first word. Then, ultimately, you type the first word. It starts
flowing and the scene eventually writes itself.
Honestly, I had no
idea that kind of things would happen, and was part of the writing process.
The Flatmates
The first chapter introduces the main characters. They're two flatmates. They
don't have very meaningful lives. They play video games, smoke weed and eat
pizza. But they are mates and they're happy this way. They are nice guys. They
are in their thirties, enjoying their money and everything's fine.
Then
we get to the next scene and it's a totally different atmosphere. There's an
old man. We don't know who he is. We can see that he's someone wealthy,
mystical, who reads weird books. And that he's anxious. He's expecting a
visitor. The visitor finally arrives. We know nothing about him except his
name: Siegfried. And the old man, Jebediah, who is an important character in
the book, gives him a tooth. We read that it is his own tooth which he's
extracted himself with a hand tool.
So with that, I vaguely knew
where I was heading to. Otherwise most of the clues I dropped were more
let's-type-and-see-how-it-goes-further-on-in-the-story.
And
frankly, sometimes you go back in time and you find you can't make anything
converge, so you alter the past a bit. Thus it's non-linear in
the sense that I write linearly and then go back to what I initially wrote to
fix it and ensure the future matches the past.
Another Montreal
So the story is set in Montreal where I started writing the book (now I live
in a village, in the woods, in Quebec), but it's actually MY version of
Montreal.
Incidentally, the geography is quite strange as in fact,
there aren't any hills in Montreal. I deliberately wanted to show this
somewhat bizarre structure so that those who know the place get a bit
confused.
If you look very closely, there are strange things on the
timeline too. Sometimes you go to some place, you're in the middle of winter
and you find yourself in this sort of spring botany.
I also wanted
to add this surrealistic rather unrealistic touch so that you get immersed
into some kind of mysterious atmosphere to disconnect from the mundane
reality.
I also discovered that it's hard to construct a timeline
in a book. For the next instalment, I shall establish a timeline right away
featuring the various events and where they occur. For if you don't do that,
you can get lost and it can get very tricky.
Clearly, the most
difficult part in writing this book was the correcting stage, NOT the writing
process. Once you have written the whole book, correcting inconsistencies and
even spelling mistakes... And yet, I had someone to help me.
He always uses the same structure. You get a normal situation
with normal people and all of a sudden, something unusual occurs that breaks
the sense of normalcy. It's not an alien invasion nor anything like that,
rather something very odd happening and the oddity builds up to a crescendo in
the characters' lives.
This is the kind of pace I wanted to create
in the book, featuring themes I'm attached to such as...no spoiler here, so
let's say some political or philosophical themes.
Subliminal Influences
Clearly Terry Pratchett
and Neil Gaiman
may also be unconscious influences, though less than Hakami or Stephen King.
Now that you point it out… yes, definitely.
And yes, the pace of
Dan Brown's books... I've tried to write a page-turner, that is a book you can't put
down. Clearly, I've tried to do that.
MK-Ultra
“Actually, now that you mention it,” said Wendy, “I think I saw a
documentary on this. It's a Mind Kontrol programme–to control minds–hence
the 'MK' in MK-Ultra, and force people to do all kinds of things they would
not or might not even be able to do in other circumstances.” Lana
nodded in agreement. “I'm impressed.” “Well,” admitted Wendy,
blushing, ”I've always had an interest in that kind of morbid stuff.” “Sound
like a big conspiracy theory! Right between Flat Earth, dinosaurs, and the
Reptilians of the Hollow Moon!” Wendy stared at him. She couldn't help
replying: “Dinosaurs, Yvan? Really?” Yvan ignored the question.
Lana went on. “As mentioned by Jebediah, it's very official. There has
been lawsuits and millions awarded in compensation to victims. Most of them
orphans, homeless, mentally disabled, children in public care. And Bill
Clinton really made a statement about that. These programmes, however, have
been officially terminated.” “Okay, but not unofficially?” “Let's
say the CIA arranged to eliminate most of the evidence, medical records and
test reports. But it's no secret that this kind of things continue today in
various circles including some very... elitist groups.” “Such as?” “Fashion,
movies, music, show business, sports.” “Hold on, what sort of
experiments are we talking about?” asked Yvan, looking rather confused. “Mental
experimentation,” Lana pursued. "Experiments on corporal dissociation,
psychic powers, fragmentation of personality, mind programming.” “Mind
programming?” “Mind programming, yes. A perfectly normal person who has
been programmed has no memory of having been programmed. They live a normal
life with normal interactions and the ordinary problems of ordinary people.
However, when they get "triggered", they may suddenly turn into an assassin
who will murder the President or something like that. Rumours have it that
John Lennon would have been murdered by someone like that.” “What do
you mean by 'when they get triggered'?” asked Yvan. “Just like in the
movies? You say a key phrase or read a specific poem and there you go?” “Just
like in Zoolander,” Wendy added. “Yes, that's it,” Lana nodded at the
mention of this classic movie of the early 2000's. “Yes, but why
celebrities and athletes?” “When you control minds, you can condition
them to achieve various things. The possibilities are endless. Sex is often
one of the first things that comes to mind.”
I'm introducing some conspiracy theories and there's one in particular which
is still rather prevalent in Montreal because it partly originated in there.
It's what's called Project MK-Ultra, a mind control programme using methods
quite uncool to describe. I've tried to leave out the dirtiest and most sordid
aspects, though.
I wanted this book to address this particular
issue. There's lots to say about MK-Ultra – lots of disturbing things. Those
who wish to dig further may do so, but I wanted to say that such things do
exist and I've tried to provide research evidence, notably one video I had
sent you where you can see quite troubling stuff that leads one to question
afterwards.
So if you feel like digging further, you just do it.
I'm talking a lot about conspiracies in my life, the idea was NOT to write a
political book to point people in a particular political direction. The choice
is theirs. If you wish to take it as nothing more than a fantasy book, I'm
perfectly okay with that.
Clearly, MK-Ultra is not a conspiracy
theory, but it actually is in the sense that it hasn't made it yet to the
brain of Mr. Normal watching mainstream news. Not only they don't know about
it, but even if you inform them, even if you show them evidence, their
response will be one of rejection.
“No, it doesn't match my view of
reality, therefore it's a conspiracy theory; therefore only fools talk about
it; and so I don't care about this issue. I'm staying in my confort zone, in
my mainstream-cocooned view.”
I leave it up to people if they've
never heard of that. I mentioned that Bill Clinton talked about it at some
point. He made a statement about it when he was president, which, in my
opinion, is a strong argument – a sitting US president talking about it and
making public apologies. Then if you don't wish to dig further...
But
yes, Reality versus the fake reality we are presented with as Truth is
certainly central to my daily concerns. Definitely more so over the last two
and a half years.
“These mind control programmes happen to be the 'medical' continuation under
'scientific' supervision of secrets rituals practised for centuries and
probably millennia.” “Secret rituals?” “Yes, the principle is
essentially the same. The brain has a sort of emergency disconnect system.
If you push someone's boundaries far enough, this system goes off and the
brain then enters in a dissociative state to escape a reality which is too
extreme. During the dissociative phase, the mind becomes very malleable.
Thus anyone proficient in the art of mind programming–a programmer–may take
advantage of this dissociative state and use it for their own purposes.” “Okay,
but hold on. What do you mean by 'if you push someone's boundaries far
enough'?” “Oh, that's the really uncool part. Essentially, it consists
of causing as much trauma as possible to the subject. Abuse, humiliation,
rape, torture… anything goes.” “I get the picture,” said Yvan who,
under the guise of feigned toughness, actually seemed to have trouble coping
with the information. “What's the point of doing all this? What's the
purpose?” “Well, you can create multiple personalities that you may use
to your advantage. For instance, some great sporting champions have admitted
having one of their personas, let's call it an alter, who is the athlete.
It's that alter who suffers, sweats, bleeds and improves their performance
again and again until it's perfect. This persona has been created with the
appropriate mindset, this incredible desire to win and crush everything on
their path. Such psychological construct would be highly dysfunctional in
society, but it doesn't matter because, in society, it's another alter who
is in control; and at work, another; and in the bedroom, another again. I
can tell you don't believe me, so take a close look at these videos.” And
she showed them interviews on YouTube of very famous athletes or actors who
personally admitted having multiple personalities and that the person in
front of the camera was not the same that the one in situation. She showed
them a video of this great tennis champion who, right in the middle of a
tournament, in the glare of the world's media, cannot remember how to use a
racket and literally doesn't know how to play tennis anymore. The game was
cancelled and the player had to withdraw.
I am sorry for my lack of presence of late and for my posting frequency now cut down to only one article a week. I'm currently busy working on other projects that are particularly engaging, one of which I hope to present to you soon.
So last Sunday, at the end of a long two-hour walk in the surrounding fields, under the serious threat of dark uncertain skies, this song (which happens to be a top favourite of mine from time immemorial, but which I had not heard for ages) suddenly started loop-playing in my head and there was no way for me to stop it or simply ignore it. So there I was in the middle of the fields, singing to the crows! Message received (how could I not?), I had to write a blog post about it. And while researching about the Lifehouse project (which I had vaguely heard of), I finally understood why this song has been brought back to my attention at this moment in time. And I hope after reading this article you will as well.
You're travelling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. Your next stop...the Twilight Zone.
Baba O'Riley
Out here in the fields I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight To prove I'm right No I don't need to be forgiven No no no no no no no
Don't cry Don't raise your eye It's only teenage wasteland
Sally take my hand We'll travel south cross land Put out the fire And don't look past my shoulder The exodus is here The happy ones are near Let's get together Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland It's only teenage wasteland Teenage wasteland Oh yeah, teenage wasteland They're all wasted!
The title is a direct reference to the two major influences of Pete Townshend in the late 1960's, that is Meher Baba, his spiritual guru, and Terry Riley, an experimental composer who inspired many of the keyboard riffs and sound effects on Who's Next–of which this song is actually the opener. According to the album liner notes, Townshend wrote it as his vision of “what would happen if the spirit of Meher Baba was fed into a computer and transformed into music. The result would be Baba in the style of Terry Riley, or "Baba O'Riley".”
The “teenage wasteland” phrase is totally unrelated to the two above-mentioned people and actually comes from another eponymous song originally written for the Lifehouse project, a rock opera meant as a follow-up to Tommy. It was supposed to be Ray, the Scot farmer protagonist of the album, singing this song to mark his exodus to London with his family.
Lifehouse is set in a time where most of England is a polluted wasteland. Townshend described it as:
A self-sufficient drop-out family group farming in a remote part of Scotland decide to return South to investigate rumours of a subversive concert event that promises to shake and wake up apathetic, fearful British society. Ray is married to Sally, they hope to link up with their daughter Mary who has run away from home to attend the concert. They travel through the scarred wasteland of middle England in a motor caravan, running an air conditioner they hope will protect them from pollution.
As for the “teenage” bit, he said:
There are regular people, but they're the scum off the surface; there's a few farmers there, that's where the thing from "Baba O'Riley" comes in. It's mainly young people who are either farmer's kids whose parents can't afford to buy them experience suits; then there's just scum, like these two geezers who ride around in a battered-up old Cadillac limousine and they play old Who records on the tape deck... I call them “Track fans”. So basically, teenagers travelling across the wasteland to attend this concert.
Lifehouse synopsis
In the world in which the album is set, pollution is so bad that the populace are forced to wear Lifesuits, suits that could simulate all experiences in a way that no one would have to leave home (thirty years ahead of The Matrix movie, Covid lockdowns and the sick ravings of the Davos clique).
The suits are plugged into a huge mainframe called the Grid which also contains tubes for sleeping gas, food, and entertainment; supposedly, someone could live out tens of thousands of lifetimes in a very short period within the Grid. The Grid is controlled by a man named Jumbo.
The story begins when a farming family in Scotland hears of a huge rock concert called Lifehouse occurring in London, a sort of post-apocalyptic Woodstock. Their daughter, Mary, runs away to join the concert.
They don't wear Lifesuits because they are supposedly out of the pollution's range and they farm the crops that the government buys to feed the Lifesuiters.
Bobby is the creator of Lifehouse. He is a hacker who broadcasts pirate radio signals advertising his concert, where the participants' personal data are taken from them and converted into music, quite literally “finding your song”.
There once was a note Pure and easy Playin' so free, like a breath rippling by
The note is eternal I hear it it sees me Forever we blend And forever we die
At the climax of the album, the authorities have surrounded the Lifehouse; then the perfect note rings forth through the combination of everybody's songs, they storm the place to find everybody has disappeared through a sort of musical Rapture, and the people observing the concert through their Lifesuits have vanished as well.
Please, note Lifehouse is an aborted project, but many songs written for it found their way onto various albums and compilations though mainly on Who's Next.
It's been a while I had been wanting to make gluten-free vegan bread but would only come across veggie formulas (using dairies or eggs). So for once, I'm grateful to YouTube's unsolicited suggestions as they led me to the perfect recipe which I have tested and approved and am now sharing here with you. I am not taking credits for it and you may watch the original video HERE.
As explained in a previous post, red lentils are a major source of proteins and “also have a high content in minerals (iron, phosphorus, potassium, magnesium), vitamins B, antioxidants, and fibres which provide a low glycemic load, bring a rapid feeling of satiety, and support digestion. Furthermore, unlike other lentils, red lentils have their hulls removed which are usually responsible for bloating”.
Ingredients
Makes 5 buns :
- 160 g red lentils - 50 ml mineral water - 20 g coconut oil (melted) - 20 g psyllium husks - 3 g baking soda - 3 g salt - 15 ml apple cider vinegar - poppy, sesame, or flax seeds (optional)
Instructions
Rinse lentils then let them soak in water for a couple of hours (ideally overnight).
Drain. Transfer to ordinary or food processor bowl and add mineral water. Process until smoothly puréed. Add other ingredients and mix well. Dough should be thick and smooth like play-dough.
Divide in 5 parts and knead into balls. Arrange on parchment-lined baking sheet and slightly flatten each bun. Sprinkle with seeds and bake 25 minutes at 180°C.
NOTE: You may substitute the same quantity of (ground) flax or chia seeds for psyllium. Same goes for coconut oil/ACV as any vegetable oil/vinegar should do. And you may of course shape your dough according to your intended use (sandwiches, hamburgers, etc.). The buns will keep just like traditional wholemeal bread, but will remain softer if stored in an airtight container in the fridge. You may also freeze them.
You screwed up so much We just can't vote for you anymore Being in a funk is legitimate It's all going to the dogs, Macron's doing1
You won't get Germain's vote As he lost a hand Nor Jean Mathieu's As he lost an eye2
You won't get Monique's either As she turned full sovietic And certainly not Maïté's As she nearly had to retire3
Let's be honest One more year would be worse than worse4 Greatly upset but not fascist5 I'll use your own words:6
You're the one that we piss off With love You're the one that we piss off With love
You got McKinsey casting doubt7 Might be the hitch costing you dear Reaping thrombosis For acting like the Magician of Oz8
I can already hear the trolls a'comin' As they all remained in Stockholm In love with their torturers You did stock up on Covidiots
I only have the remaining fuel of my hybrid To start my Peugeot 106 My car is hungry Unleaded petrol, it's up for suicide
Let's be honest One more year would be worse than worse Greatly upset but not fascist I'll use your own words:
You're the one that we piss off With love You're the one that we piss off With love
And if you're re-elected You'll just have to cross the street9 Ignore the Pécresse10 Begging there for money
Even though all the media Are urging to vote for you France has already lost Marianne is a battered woman11
Can you see the shade of ruin Royal Blue vs Navy Blue12 Plague vs Corona For both you need to reach out
Let's be honest One more year would be worse than worse Greatly upset but not fascist I'll use your own words:
You're the one that we piss off With love You're the one that we piss off With love
Endnotes
^Here is one of the many unstranslatable puns in this pastiche. All three words turned into phrases here are references to the names of the members of famous 90's French comedian trio les Inconnus, which are Pascal Legitimus ("legitimate"), Didier Bourdon ("being in a funk") and Bernard Campan ("going to the dogs").
^In reference to the Yellow Vests movement where many protesters lost an eye or a hand after being shot purposedly by the riot squads.
^In reference to the many people who lost their jobs due to vaccine passport policy.
^Another untranslatable pun here between "worse year" (an pire) and empire.
^Another one as "upset" (fâché) sounds almost like "fascist" (facho).
^It's common knowledge that Macron claimed officially that he wanted to "piss off the unvaccinated". When reminded of his words during his campaign, he argued that he said that "with love".
^Another untranslatable pun related to the experimental genic treatment rebranded vaccine where Wizard of Oz is spelled "Magicien-doses" (literally dose-wizard).
^In reference to Macron's own words denying the unemployment crisis and suggesting that unemployed people just have to "cross the street to find a job".
^In reference to corrupt minister Valérie Pécresse (Deep State candidate) who ran for presidential elections but got eliminated on the first round. Since she did not reach the required percentage of votes to get her campaign refunded, she is calling for donations (while she made millions in the Alstrom Gate).
^Marianne is the symbol/personification of France.
^Another pun with Royal Blue referring to Macron who behaves like a king and Navy Blue referring to Marine LePen his opponent in the second round of elections.
a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls' rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much insistence on the need for naming after the travesties that passed as faces, grace: the unction of sheer nonexistence upwelling in this hyacinthine freshet of the unnamed the faceless
Nowadays, with the internet and social media, anyone can speak English and claim to be bilingual (while at the same time having no problem committing sedition against their own mother tongue). Better still, thanks to Google Translate, there is now a flowering of would-be translators who are making Chinese Whispers great again. Thus from AI to CIA, i.e. as you see shall you RIP. Where there's a pun, there's a pay. Algorithms take no survivors.
Since the dawn of time – mostly since a war which has had its day even though it lasted a hundred years – just like dogs wagging their tails when they're happy and cats doing so when they're pissed, “frog-eaters” and “tea-drinkers” always have had great trouble singing from the same hymn-sheet for each tune to a different clef. This results in a constant cacophony which the rest of the globe has decided to use as their standard tuning, whilst they should know better and stand up to this nonsense. If the cap fits, wear it!
As a demonstration – not meant as a protest1 – check in the couple of homographs2 below…
Imagine how someone in France getting a slap on the hand while purchasing bread would end up in pain for putting tape on the gas main.3
Likewise, if you leave your clothes lying around in a corner of the cellar and it's filthy, they will tell you that it's getting the other side of the coin for your saleshabits in caves.4
Enlightening, isn't it?
While getting this right in your face may certainly be a bit tough, it's no big deal really. Well, with Britons being more touchy, they would literally feel such figure as extremely rude as it could put you in your grave.5
Seriously.
And if a British bartender tells you they're not available because their boss is waiting for a reading, make sure you have understood properly before accusing them of telling fibs as they may actually be attending a lecture by a patron.6
In the same fashion, if you wish to book a place on a coach and there is a rentaldeposit to pay, know that Google is fucking with you as you're only requested to drive your car with caution in any location.7
Clearly, it's less trouble catching French whispers on camelback in the desert. Especially when you come across an oasis. Or a mirage. Though for us, in France, Mirages tend to break the sound barrier over and over (at Mach round speed).
Now, the reason why an Englishman wouldn't even get goose flesh being called a dick head by a Frenchman may be because they wouldn't quite get it why they should bite their chair.8
Strange guys, those Gauls!
Also, you can't rely on luck to put you off the scent as chance never makes change.9
P.S.: Oops! Didn't know it was impossible so I did it. Challenge met at the cost of many puns lost in translation and having had to figure out new ones. Don't expect me to do that for every article though. I may be a language sadist, I ain't no translation masochist! However, for your convenience – and for those of you who have absolutely no basic knowledge of French – please, read the footnotes.
Endnotes
^Unlike in English, demonstration has only one meaning and the word for protest is « manifestation ».
^A homograph is a word that shares the same written form as another word but has a different meaning.
Reading this some thirty pages long mini ebook by Lulumineuse on ego – which she calls “Persona” or “Mask" – I could not help thinking of the eponymous Mask movie featuring Jim Carrey. Of course, “masks” in “real” life are not so grotesque, however that's the idea (and by the way, any irony with existing mandatory masks is purely coincidental).
As always, Lulu provides practical examples from her real-life experience to explain the mask concept, why it undermines all relationships (including the relationship with oneself), and how we can get rid of it for greater well-being both for us and for society. This reading was so enlightening, I felt urged to share it with someone I like a lot. Unfortunately he's not fluent in French, which gave me the idea to translate it with the author's blessing, who turned out to be as excited as I was at the idea. A challenge I'm proud to have taken up for myself but also for all those who will thus be able to discover these precious teachings in a language they can understand.
Below is a large excerpt representing approximately one fourth of the entire text which you may download for free here :
How do we behave when we step into our persona or, inconversely, when we are ourselves? How can we avoid getting carried away by our own persona or other people's in everyday life? How can we keep a check on ourselves and align with our magnificent, luminous, and loving True Self?
Stepping out of the persona is the basis of all relationships.
At birth we do not wear a mask as we haven't built a persona yet. It is precisely because they are fully themselves that babies are so fascinating. Take my three-year-old daughter for instance. She is fully herself and devoid of any built form. She does have personality characteristics, but they're not locked into a persona or a role. The persona is actually the role we create for ourselves and retreat into.
This is not a bad thing. It is just an armour, a constructed identity we rely on in order to survive. But this is a real issue when people identify with this constructed identity only, which we may call persona hypnosis. This identity is growing increasingly detached from our True Self, from who we are deep inside. It could be likened to the Small I – the ego self.
In such a situation, we'll tend to endure life rather than perceive it. We'll entertain the belief that everything happening originates from outside, that we are separate from everything. Thus, we do not think we have created what befalls us and rather feel that life hits us. In so identifying with our persona, we cut ourselves off altogether.
We all have our unique way of sustaining this persona. Taking time to figure it out together is already stepping out of the persona. After a while, in our own time, we take off the mask of who we thought we were – the constructed persona. In doing so, we can see what is actually behind it. Right there is an entity, a primal energy. We reconnect to this energy and gradually choose to espouse this truly divine identity, which is way beyond our worldly identity. It is the light within each one of us. It may scare the persona as it could lose its identity. For we are gradually removing the various layers as a pilgrim would – “peeling off” the layers.
This is how we could introduce this concept of persona and True Self.
Incidentally, persona is a Latin word referring to the theatrical mask worn by stage actors.
When we step out of the persona, even though we may, of course, step back in anytime, we're getting better at not locking ourselves within. In addition, communicating with people stuck in their persona may be difficult. So we feel as if we were living in a great theatre play where we have taken our mask off and they haven't. Their persona thus still permeates their responses.
We want to tell them that the play is over, that they can step out of their role, but it's not possible as everything you say is then chosen and interpreted by their persona. It is therefore hard to talk with someone who hasn't dropped their mask.
The persona doesn't want to listen to what you're telling them because it finds it weird and makes everything about them. Do not feed the persona. It is never the gateway to what nourishes the soul. It seeks to respond, not to listen. Besides, there is no point in criticising the persona since we all are at times. The key for not stepping into and staying in the persona and hypnosis has been given to us a long time ago in The Four Agreements, which we will discuss right now. Then we will take a pragmatical look at those specific moments in our life when we step into the persona as well as look at all the keys and tools for not dwelling init and for embodying our true identity – our own unique identity.
When I created my blog, I wrote: “When Lucile becomes Lulumineuse”. Lucile Houssin is my worldly identity and I do not wish to keep this mask. This is not what I am. Beyond our names and surnames, we are all the Light.
We want green green green green Green green-washing We want to fly We want Airbuses and diesel Tangerine at all times We want great flights We want high-tech at home New technologies We want to apologise To relieve our minds…
The least we can say is that over the last two years, they've been using every available means to knock us as hard as possible, all that in the name of the green code1 and coat2. Thrashing black sheep; slagging off and penalising raw youngsters and smart old dogs alike. Either way, it's six of one and half a dozen of the other; Tweedledum and Tweedledumber; glass half full or half empty depending how you drink.
Everything is done to drive us nuts, frighten, upset, or irate us, especially those taken off-guard who had to choose between sacrificing either their financial assets or their lifeblood on the verdigris altar of the Green Pass. The pill is certainly hard to swallow and the green wine does not help at all. Despite their claims of having green fingers, the hands of the green GMO supremacists are actually covered in blood. Together, they're working towards nipping all the peas in the can before getting all pureed by the Red Giant (too bad for the colour-blind who don't get it). Hence the thick-as-pea-soup fog. A reminder of one infamous scene in the Exorcist.
It really is time to go green. In the middle of hell and beyond.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone!
P.S.: My apologies for losing much of the original puns, idiomatic expressions and cultural references in translation. Be grateful though: it could have been much worse if Google Translate had its say. However flawed humans may be, AI can never replace them.
Endnotes
^ In hospitals in Quebec, the Green Code is an emergency code requesting immediate evacuation of the premises.
The system induces us to think in a certain way in order to control us. Duality is the matrix world in which we live in. But do we really have to play along this duality?
Good and evil, black or white, heroes and villains, good or bad. The media enjoy using this bias and force its way into our brains to make us think along those lines. And so many people think this way indeed, even ”conspiracy theorists”.
Let us take the example of Trump who's back in the news: many are ready to defend him by hook or by crook for all the good things he's done – such as increasing job creation for Black and Hispanic communities, exposing fake news, and essentially destroying the foundations of the Deep State. On the other hand, many also hate him because he promoted the vaccine and invited his audience to take the jab. As a result, there's a strong polarity: he is either worshipped – you have to listen, follow him, etc., never challenge what he's doing – or hated, condemned, and assimilated as “controlled opposition and you must not listen to him. However, it is very rare to find a rhetoric which is none of the above. Why is that?
Binary thinking. Black or white.
So if Hitler had said that 2+2=4, what should we have thought? “Great, he's telling the truth, we must follow him“? “No, he's an evil bastard, we must not listen anything he says”? Or none of this?
As you can see in this example, none of the answers is actually true and valid, and it's essentially the same thing for everything presented to us.
In opting for black or for white, we are closing the door to a huge avenue of other possibilities which could be in better adequation with reality. On the other hand, choosing black or white amounts to create a direct opposition as it cannot be grey; it's either black or white. And given that our mind loves to be right and hates being wrong, we are automatically bound to be confronted with those who opted for the opposite colour.
However, we are social beings. We need one another. We are all connected, we all live on the same planet, and we all have the same basic needs.
So why confront them? Why can't we simply choose to dump black and white to come up all with something greyish?
Well, grey is dirty, some may say. This world has been divided because we decided to pick up our colour and wear it on our sleeve as the Truth.
But the truth is that we are 7.9 billion human beings on this planet and each one of us has a different world view, so is binary thinking really useful for the good functioning of our species?
Let us take the example of Trump again: it is abundantly clear that he has contributed a lot in destroying the Deep State and it's equally obvious that despite his praising the vaccine, you should not take it. However, does it make him all black or all white? Is there something else behind all this ? Do we have all the information to know for sure whether he is good or evil? No, in the end, it's all about assumptions, but taking sides and defending our position at all costs brings us into conflict with our brothers and sisters who are also trying to get through this situation. So ultimately, what is the point in playing this game?
For whether he is good or evil, we can challenge the fact that we don't need politics which are also about opposing sides. Besides, remaining in black or white mode holds us in our position and oblivious to anything else. And the Deep State loves taking us there, introducing doubt, surprise, black and white... messy mysteries.
Nothing is all black and nothing is all white. Life is made up of a variety of colours and tones, and that's actually what makes it so awesome. So it may be time for us to get out of binary choices and learn together how to blend our colours so as to create a beautiful harmony on Earth.
Ultimately, the same harmony we want to create in our hearts.
As I have mentioned a few times, I by no means decide on the topics of my posts. I just let them happen and follow the flow of synchronicities. Sometimes until the very last minute when I don't have any scheduled article in store. I never choose anything and lately, I keep getting signs and perceptions regarding time travel, Mandela effects, and timeline alterations. Including vague recollections beginning to surface. A friend in Florida just released her new book for starseeds about Conscious Time Travel : How to Travel Through Time, Space, and Dimensions. Mind-blowing. And just recently, she shared this tweet explaining that “the Mandela Effect isn't about CERN or manipulation, but is a result of humanity integrating Soul aspects from parallel densities, as prep for the [vibrational] Shift”. It's not your imagination, the tweet says, that Isaiah 11:6 has changed. It really did once read: “The lion shall lie down with the lamb” instead of ”The wolf shall dwell with the lamb”. Enough to drive nuts all the Saint Thomases and masked fundamentalist flat-earthers!
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One of the founding fathers of quantum theory, Max Planck, who is often credited with originating quantum theory – a feat that won him the Physics Nobel Prize in 1918 – once stated:
I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as exiting, postulates consciousness.
Fast forward to today and there are a number of experiments in multiple fields showing that Planck was right. Consciousness is fundamental and it is directly intertwined with what we call physical material matter. You cannot explain consciousness in terms of the existing fundamentals like space, time, mass, and charge. As a result, the logical thing to do is postulate whether consciousness itself is something fundamental to the existence of reality, to view consciousness itself as one of these fundamentals, but I digress.
A classic experiment used to examine the role of consciousness and its relationship to matter is the quantum double slit experiment. In this experiment, tiny bits of matter (photons, electrons, or any atomic-sized object) are shot toward a screen that has two slits in it. When there is no measuring device placed at the screen, the tiny bits of matter act as a “wave” and creates an “interference” pattern on the other side where a wall is placed to catch the pattern. Because there was no measuring or observation device used to see what slit the matter went through, we cannot know what path it took. When the pattern on the wall is examined to see what path it took, it represents a wave of possibilities, meaning the matter (particle) went through both slits, and one slit, and interfered with itself, which should be physically impossible. Welcome to the wacky world of quantum physics.
The kicker is, however, when an observation device is set up to observe what slit the particles goes through, the particle then only goes through one, thus collapsing the wave pattern and forming a pattern that is representative of the particle only going through one slit. In other words, the behaviour of the matter changes when we decide to measure it, almost acting as if it was aware that it’s being watched. The pattern on the wall set up behind the slit screen will show this pattern. 50 percent of the time the particle will go through one slit, and the other 50 it will go through the other and form a two slit pattern, just as if they were balls lobbed through one slit or the other.
The Call of the Real The Real is not reached by adding meaning, but by letting the dream die.
If you've been following my work, you might have noticed a gradual decrease ...
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