Scientology in school?

  This has been a topic of interest to me since the early millennium when I accidentally stumbled through my mother's old romance novels looking for her Al Anon book to reference a  biblical passage that confused me. In the box was a shiny designed cover so I pulled it out for a look, it was a canvased miniature, of an embossed volcano spewing lava that was sheen-ed. The title was in big red bold lettering DIANETICS.
  The author's name? L. Ron Hubbard. Even at age 11, I was keeping up with Natural Selection, Origin of Species, and college mandate literature. I read all types of fiction, so I gave this book a whirl, technically what I got from it was that it's the perfect schematic for beginning a new religion using science fiction and pseudo truth about psychology.
  The comprised version in a few words is that Xenu, an all powerful being from a race much like our own created us because his planet was dying, but could only salvage a small amount of our genetic potential to create us because it our genetic code was riddled with Thetians. The book was published back in 1950, a science fiction book so well written the author decide to take it one step further and make it the truth. Two years later with a cult following of even colleagues, avid followers and students....hang on to your e- meter more to come.      

The World As Humans Know It Has Forgotten, Exactly What Love Is

  Why is it that when people claim to love each other, they do not consider their own definition of love before saying the almost forbidden word to the object of their affection? It is because love is a word, giving definition to an emotion we as a race have long but forgotten. The 'emotion' is complete trust, instant gratification, a void of resentment under any circumstance, the knowledge of a shared thought and an almost telepathic connection. It's more than just a bond between two souls representing a struggle, it's an eternal flame that does not hold par to any hurricane the planet has to offer it.
  Infatuation, though misunderstood, even holds bearing on what distraught feelings one may not share with the other. More than just a passing of stares, and looks, but rather...gazes between one another that in a moment you would die for that person, you would sacrifice for that person everything and anything you hold dear to make them feel the same way you do about them.
  Yet, I hear stories of cheating without forgiveness, mistakes with anticipated judgment, and fear and cowardice to expose a truth that the other probably is in suspicion of anyhow. Our generation feeds off of this drama and exposes themselves in a horrific manner that is the exact opposed force of this 'emotion'. Love is a joke, love is a mistress to be beaten with a cane, love is merely a word used too lightly in this day and age that we use as an excuse to fill an emptiness out of selfish action.
 I am reminded of Shakespeare and his epic novel Romeo and Juliet. Who was braver to sacrifice one for the other? Neither, their families tied them to an insurmountable tragedy that they could not overcome, not even then is it love. Romeo did not love Juliet in the way we see love as it is today, if Romeo had not killed Tybalt and just eloped with Juliet, the story would have ended happily. Yet, his blind rage did not exemplify his love for Juliet, but rather fueled his anger towards her through proxy of her cousin. I think this was William's point, many would disagree, but as a writer myself I would have to say that his story was not of love, but of misplaced hatred.

 I am told that love exists and that it is out there, but I have yet to see it in it's entirety.

    KANNABULL IS FULL.

Random Post - News Topics 8-11

  Can't sleep so I'm writing. Apparently a french cook that had been missing for two years was found dead in his (drum roll) freezer Tuesday. Jean-Francois Poinard, 71 may he rest in peace, had been missing in his own home inside of his freezer for two years. What bothers me is that in a French city that is known for it's food the detectives in missing persons did not bother to check his house. Or maybe he died of natural causes and wanted to be put where he felt most at home...in the freezer....at home. His girlfriend who had been living with him at the time is being questioned. "Honey, can you pass the ketchup?" Sorry I'm in a morbid mood right now.

Let's see what else we got.

  Wow, the French again, y'all ain't gonna like this one. Dominique Cottrez smothered eight newborns to death after giving birth to them over a 17 year period. My thoughts are so callused on this act that all I can type is fuck you lady, there are literally millions of people that would have paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for those lives you had no right to take away. Her reason for doing this demonic devil worshiping act was that she did not want anymore children and she did not want to take contraceptives. Aww. Frowny face.
  The case came to light when a couple gardening in their backyard came across two babies bodies sealed in a fucking plastic bag. The six others were found in this sick bitches garage, but her husband says she just has psychological problems. I Say- "No, you idiot, when you kill one baby, your psychologically not sound of mind. When you kill the next seven and get away with it you like to kill living, breathing, absolutely defenseless infants because it gives you a rush making you an infanticide serial killer. Upsetting shit right people?
 The French are really dropping the ball lately.
  This is not funny, but a Groom at a wedding in Turkey fired a semi-automatic rifle in the air to celebrate his marriage which is a common tradition in Turkish matrimony. Here's the sad part, Tevfik Alitan lost control of his AK-47 and accidentally killed his own father, two aunts and several children. The only thing I can think of is, why in the fuck were there not blanks in the magazine? Even if he did shoot upward, I'll have to consult Professor Newton on this one, the bullets would eventually come down in the general location at almost ten times the velocity anyhow. HEY TURKEY: Try using firecrackers or some shit instead. My condolences to the children injured and the dead people.
  Here's another fucked up tale from Kabul, a group of humanitarian aids were executed in Badakhshan region by the T-bananas. My deepest heartfelt condolences to the families, and I know what I write is read by the Tower so I want this message to get to Odierno fellas'.

-Why in the fuck do you guys not have escorts for these selfless people? You have several regimens on standby with their goddamn dicks in their hands watching the fucking goat herders waiting to engage, no eager to engage, and you can't spare six escorts?-

 Of course the middle easterners were spared because they were reciting excerpts from the Quran, but the medical supplies and the knowledge that died with those people might have saved one of the lives of the same goat fucker that executed these beautiful people. It's ridiculous. 
  KANNABULL IS FULL.

The Paradigme Of Reverse Landscape Memory

  Imagine an artist with enough skill to paint a picture of any past incident so long as he/she was there to see it. Now imagine a program that can do the same thing with cell memory, any molecular structures that interact with one another that can predict any previous action of said molecular structure, from a single recorded action.
in less coherence and involving Einsteins general relativity. (I'm no good at math, but awesome at language.) The Compressed equation above is just a default. If you cannot figure out the quantum mechanics yourself, just imagine a beam of light being separated by a thin veil of static electricity. (The light would have to originate from the sun and no other source.)
  Millions of Terra bytes of information to create a time-line of real time data from the past. From this data you could create a virtual separation of indicated history and implicate a default safety application. The DSA would allow the program to test parameters of event relays, probability interaction, and paradox foundation. (Does it move? For how long? How much time will it spend moving exactly?) Even matter density would play an in-distinctive role in variability in the formation of the time-line. What time it was, what happened then, and how did this come to be, would ultimately be irrelevant queries in comparison to the basic matter principle.
  Then comes the all too realistic question of how would one map out the entire planet to record that much information? I pondered on this for far too long and almost gave up. -Then Taylor said "Where are my sunglasses?"
  The sun has been, since before our planet was two space clusters revolving and amalgamating to what we call earth and will most likely be while the human race skitters off to a terra formed solar body. My point being that light is the universal polarity to any contrast, making it the perfect candidate to pass information in real-time. By using Kepler's third law and a remote scanner to turn light into a higgs neutrino detection system the sun could very well be the key to 'sounds cheesy' time travel.Within a few days of setting up this geosynchronous unit a few revolutions of the planet would be all it takes to test a trial breach in time...not space, but just time.
 It's simple, but so am I, it would allow a virtual version of yourself to forewarn of events that would be devastating to the planet...or you could use it for less moralistic purpose. Eventually this could be mastered to allow a physical breach in time, but the rules are as applies.
 1: From the moment you create the unit and it has completed the revolutions this is the only point in time you would be able to come back to. Basic Matter Principality.(No future travel, sorry back to the future fans thought this long and hard. Lol.)
 2: Without a frequency link you would not be able to return to the Basic Matter.
 3: The system would not be infinite, because time is not infinite, space is. So, you would only be able to travel back as far as the program can comply. For instance, 5,000,000 Tera bytes can take you back to June 6th 1983, and no further? Wow. I'm confusing myself. With more digital space the further? you would be allowed to go back. (If that makes sense.)
 4: A water capsule would be necessary for any physical breaches, because like light it is universal. In the fictional portrayal of time travel H.G. Wells did not even consider that any biological matter that breaches that point in time becomes victim instantly to carbon, hydrogen, or oxygen due to Basic Matter Replacement. Many quantum physicists believe that if you physically gape space, the version of you now is destroyed and recreated in the space you gape, I could tell you this is not the case, but draw your own conclusion.
 Well there you have it,the original thesis is almost forty pages, but this is just a general outline of how it is possible to go back in time, but not propel yourself into the future. A h/b neutrino, is what all comes from, it's also known as the god particle, with eventuality at our disposal I believe that the large Hadron collider will be compressed to a tiny particle accelerator. After all, the first computer was the size of a gymnasium, yet here I am updating this blog from a mobile device that fits in my pocket.
 ion58-It's a nice outline for the mechanical aspect, but you have nothing solid here, just a new idea for an airplane you have yet to fly. What your not claiming within your thesis is what confuses me, how does one gape time exactly? LOLLOLLOL.
  Replied: The negated space from the black hole would be used as energy, we claim many theories of the black hole but there is always one constant. Indulge me on the constant, Professor, and with these tachyons send a RFTB to the day the black hole was created. Because every recorded action has manifested in negative space within that black hole (you did not even read the thesis did you?) and synchronizing the neutrino device would literally make time travel real. Send data in almost any format to any date the system permitted.

Event Relay Thursday May 27th 2010

 South Pacific Coast, an Ecuadorian man in his late forties died of grenade shrapnel to the chest and face, while escorting a group of American soldiers to a place. The man was worried about his son.

So Here I am Again

  Fragile is what they call the world, fragile is what I call an infant. This makes me an anomaly, where others might see one thing that stands out, I see twelve. My flaw, while on probation for almost running a cop down at a D.U.I checkpoint, our seminar teacher (Alfonse) at court substance abuse program asked all of us 'fuck ups' to write down as many emotions on a piece of paper in two minutes as we possibly could. I barely took it seriously, one guy got to around seventeen, I did not want to raise my hand, but I was fucking dumbstruck.
  "How many?" Alfonse asked me.
  Two hundred and thirty four emotions in the span of two minutes, there wasn't even enough room on the chalkboard when he asked me to write them down up there. There was about fifteen of us, and that is the point in my life where I felt I did not belong with humans, I was neither above them, nor below them. Them. Laugh out loud. Like I am an alien, my default reactions are not like yours -the reader-.
  For example, when I went to the zoo with my niece and friends the other day we were waiting in line to pay admission and I noticed a little boy scurrying about looking at my friend's tattoo which was still embossed on his arm and rubbed with Vaseline. Instinctively I knew he was going to touch it just by the way he looked at it, and I could have stopped him, but I did not, I figured it was not my place to grab his arm and say what are you doing? The little boy's mother did not even notice until my friend tried to tell her that his hand might be slick, showing his tattoo to her and explaining.
  My niece ended up getting fatigued so I took her home and went back to have lunch at the park with my friends, forgot the condiments. Their children were playing on the new playground there, I have an affinity for children because of their ability to forgive even in the most fucked up circumstances and try to hold on to that quality myself. I kept count, 5 total, tried to keep up with all of them at all times...Tom Cruise ain't got shit on that impossible mission. Meanwhile I saw what the other parents did not while maintaining the whereabouts of the children highest on my list to watch.
  It was hot out, in fact, I was sweating it was so hot, yet one man had a flannel jacket on with avatar sunglasses and a brim hat, mid 50's, goatee and a thick brown mustache. I was distracted by his propensity at not just keeping an eye on one child in particular, but it was as if he was scoping for a child that was lost. A predator, I began walking towards him and we locked eyes, he almost instantly knew what I was about to do. He did not run though, even as I dangled my pocket knife and he looked back to see if I was still following the asshole made his way to the pavilions and got in his white Prius by the old wooden playground and left. 
  My surmise? I see what others do not, I live a few seconds ahead of anyone else and I am condemned and even ridiculed for it. That is alright though, cause like a child I forgive even in the most fucked up circumstances. From here on out, I'll write, that's what I do. Some of it you will not believe some of it will be made public and some of it is not for the faint of heart.

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