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 Post subject: Decoding hidden texts in DP Gallery1
PostPosted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 9:20 am 
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There are many Hidden words surrounds Buddha in DP Gallery1,but you need to turn it upside-down,and change it into a Mirror image,then many English words appears
which can be recognized in upper left corner corner is:

qm

4qi Sj Erase
5qi Sj Erase
6qi Sj Erase
7qi Sj Erase
8qi Sj Erase
9qi Sj Erase None

in left middle:
N2qi
N3qi
qm
you can find their meaning in the 2nd picture above

Most of these hidden texts are excerpts from an article about Turing machine and it’s theory….these with red underlines are the words that can be distinguished in DP gallery 1
Article link:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turing_machine

the deeper meaning of Dohrman Prophecy seems to be revealed a little more in this discovery....
thanks to sirryah and universe to help...
Thanks in my deepest Breath…..

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 Post subject: Re: Decoding hidden texts in DP Gallery1
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My appreciation to yhg342 for putting that together.

I have spent some time from the weekend reading about the Turing machine. It is extraordinary if you read it's parallel meaning.
It highlights in such clever contrast, the Sovereign Integral inside us, amid the finite constructions of running programs.

And isn't it strange, that the Oracle could be summonsed by simply calling out a series of numbers. I had long since wondered about that - such a peculiar idea.
But now a new picture emerges off the pages... and it's even funny the way it's entwined.

For example - here is a new perspective to think about:

"Choice c-machines, Oracle o-machines"

"An oracle machine or o-machine is a Turing a-machine that pauses its computation at state "o" while, to complete its calculation, it "awaits the decision" of "the oracle"—an unspecified entity "apart from saying that it cannot be a machine" (Turing (1939), Undecidable p. 166–168). The concept is now actively used by mathematicians."

From wikipedia.

Maybe it's not from another universe.


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Breath...
It is more strange the codes that can summon Oracle become invalid later...


breath...

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yhg342 wrote:
Breath...
It is more strange the codes that can summon Oracle become invalid later...



It must be because she transcended the structure she was infused into... and therefore the codes became redundant.
She transformed and experimented with different forms according to the given situation.

And it's important to note I think, that her process was triggered by Hugelitod's presence.


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Thank you, this is great information.


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Light (inspiration/intent ?) + Sound = Creation, according to the LTO materials ... so would "calling out numbers" equate to "toning" - and considering that the original language gave numerical values to letters, as well as sounds, it suggests a formula that would create - the oracle (or a frequency in which the oracle would have form (in a physical world) :roll: and to "suppose" further, perhaps Hugh, himself, resonates that frequency (field), to explain why she appeared to him, when he touched the "stone"

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The Oracle was becoming more like humans so the codes would only work as long as she didn't change. She seemed to change with each human she was in contact with, not only Hugelitod but especially Maia and Simon as well. No doubt if there are sequels to this book other characters will be introduced that will help facilitate if not accelerate the Oracles devolution into humanhood. Heart Intelligence is the one thing that connects all humans on a fundamental if not multidimensional level with all of life everywhere and without the limitations the commonly used lower intellectual mind imposes. It's interesting that becoming human was so important to her.

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Some may find this interesting concerning tech used to create visions through manipulating consciousness. Persinger may be worth looking into for his work about this.

This Is Your Brain on God


Michael Persinger has a vision - the Almighty isn't dead, he's an energy
field. And your mind is an electromagnetic map to your soul.

By Jack Hitt

Over a scratchy speaker, a researcher announces, "Jack, one of your electrodes
is loose, we're coming in." The 500-pound steel door of the experimental
chamber opens with a heavy whoosh; two technicians wearing white lab coats
march in. They remove the Ping-Pong-ball halves taped over my eyes and
carefully lift a yellow motorcycle helmet that's been retrofitted with
electromagnetic field-emitting solenoids on the sides, aimed directly at my
temples. Above the left hemisphere of my 42-year-old male brain, they locate
the dangling electrode, needed to measure and track my brain waves. The
researchers slather more conducting cream into the graying wisps of my red
hair and press the securing tape hard into my scalp.

After restoring everything to its proper working position, the techies exit,
and I'm left sitting inside the utterly silent, utterly black vault. A few
commands are typed into a computer outside the chamber, and selected
electromagnetic fields begin gently thrumming my brain's temporal lobes. The
fields are no more intense than what you'd get as by-product from an ordinary
blow-dryer, but what's coming is anything but ordinary. My lobes are about to
be bathed with precise wavelength patterns that are supposed to affect my mind
in a stunning way, artificially inducing the sensation that I am seeing God.

I'm taking part in a vanguard experiment on the physical sources of spiritual
consciousness, the current work-in-progress of Michael Persinger, a
neuropsychologist at Canada's Laurentian University in Sudbury, Ontario. His
theory is that the sensation described as "having a religious experience" is
merely a side effect of our bicameral brain's feverish activities. Simplified
considerably, the idea goes like so: When the right hemisphere of the brain,
the seat of emotion, is stimulated in the cerebral region presumed to control
notions of self, and then the left hemisphere, the seat of language, is called
upon to make sense of this nonexistent entity, the mind generates a "sensed
presence."

Persinger has tickled the temporal lobes of more than 900 people before me and
has concluded, among other things, that different subjects label this ghostly
perception with the names that their cultures have trained them to use -
Elijah, Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Mohammed, the Sky Spirit. Some subjects have
emerged with Freudian interpretations - describing the presence as one's
grandfather, for instance - while others, agnostics with more than a passing
faith in UFOs, tell something that sounds more like a standard alien-abduction
story.

It may seem sacrilegious and presumptuous to reduce God to a few ornery
synapses, but modern neuroscience isn't shy about defining our most sacred
notions - love, joy, altruism, pity - as nothing more than static from our
impressively large cerebrums. Persinger goes one step further. His work
practically constitutes a Grand Unified Theory of the Otherworldly: He
believes cerebral fritzing is responsible for almost anything one might
describe as paranormal - aliens, heavenly apparitions, past-life sensations,
near-death experiences, awareness of the soul, you name it.

To those of us who prefer a little mystery in our lives, it all sounds like a
letdown. And as I settle in for my mind trip, I'm starting to get
apprehensive. I'm a lapsed Episcopalian clinging to only a hazy sense of the
divine, but I don't especially like the idea that whatever vestigial faith I
have in the Almighty's existence might get clinically lobotomized by
Persinger's demo. Do I really want God to be rendered as explicable and
predictable as an endorphin rush after a 3-mile run?




The journey from my home in Connecticut to the mining district north of Lake
Huron is, by modern standards, arduous. Given what's in store, it's also
strangely fitting. When you think of people seeking divine visions, you
imagine them trekking to some mountainous cloister. The pilgrimage to
Persinger's lab is the clinical counterpart.

The trip involves flying in increasingly smaller puddle-jumpers with
increasingly fewer propellers until you land in the ore-rich Ontario town of
Sudbury, a place that's been battered by commerce, geography, and climate.
Jags of red rock and black iron erupt from the landscape, often bolting right
out of the pavement. The weather-beaten concrete exteriors of the city's
buildings speak of long, harsh winters.

A short car ride through stony suburbs ends at a forlorn cluster of a dozen
buildings: Laurentian University. Near Parking Lot 4, I am met by Charles
Cook, a grad student of Persinger's. He leads me into the science building's
basement, then to the windowless confines of Room C002B, Persinger's lair.

Waiting there is Linda St-Pierre, another graduate student, who prompts me to
sit down, then launches into a series of psychological questions. I answer a
range of true-or-false statements from an old version of the Minnesota
Multiphasic Personality Inventory, a test designed to ferret out any nuttiness
that might disqualify me from serving as a study subject. When read
individually, the questions seem harmless, but as a group they sound
hopelessly antiquated, as if the folks who devised the exam hadn't checked the
warehouse for anachronisms in five decades:

I like to read mechanics magazines.
Someone is trying to poison me.
I have successful bowel movements.
I know who is trying to get me.
As a child, I enjoyed playing drop-the-handkerchief.

I'm escorted into the chamber, an old sound-experiment booth. The tiny room
doesn't appear to have been redecorated since it was built in the early '70s.
The frayed spaghettis of a brown-and-white shag carpet, along with huge, wall-
mounted speakers covered in glittery black nylon, surround a spent brown
recliner upholstered in the prickly polymers of that time. The chair, frankly,
is repellent. Hundreds of subjects have settled into its itchy embrace, and
its brown contours are spotted with dollops of electrode-conducting cream,
dried like toothpaste, giving the seat the look of a favored seagulls' haunt.

In the name of science, I sit down.




Persinger's research forays are at the very frontier of the roiling field of
neuroscience, the biochemical approach to the study of the brain. Much of what
we hear about the discipline is anatomical stuff, involving the mapping of the
brain's many folds and networks, performed by reading PET scans, observing
blood flows, or deducing connections from stroke and accident victims who've
suffered serious brain damage. But cognitive neuroscience is also a grab bag
of more theoretical pursuits that can range from general consciousness studies
to finding the neural basis for all kinds of sensations.

As the work piles up, many things that we hold to be unique aspects of the
"self" are reduced to mere tics of cranial function. Take laughter. According
to Vilayanur Ramachandran, professor of neuroscience at UC San Diego, laughter
is just the brain's way of signaling that a fearful circumstance is not really
so worrisome. At a conference earlier this year, he posited that the classic
banana-peel pratfall is funny only when the victim gets up, and that we laugh
to alert "other members of [our] kin that, 'Look, there has been a false alarm
here; don't waste your resources rushing to help.'" He calls laughter
"nature's OK signal."

Of course, this type of deromanticizing has been going on for a while -
Persinger's brain manipulations have crude antecedents in the 1950s, the
roaring decade for behaviorism. Back then, Yale physiologist Jose Delgado
earned national renown by implanting electrodes into the brains of live
animals and attaching them to a "stimoceiver" under the skull. In a technique
called ESB - electronic stimulation of the brain - Delgado sent radio signals
through the electrodes to control the animal. In one demonstration in the
early 1960s, he used his electronic gizmo to halt a charging bull.

Delgado's relatively coarse stunts were a long way from Persinger's quest for
the God spot, but Persinger is not the first to theorize that the Creator
exists only in the complex landscape of the human noggin. In his controversial
1976 book, The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind,
Julian Jaynes, a Princeton psychologist, argued that the brain activity of
ancient people - those living roughly 3,500 years ago, prior to early evidence
of consciousness such as logic, reason, and ethics - would have resembled that
of modern schizophrenics. Jaynes maintained that, like schizophrenics, the
ancients heard voices, summoned up visions, and lacked the sense of metaphor
and individual identity that characterizes a more advanced mind. He said that
some of these ancestral synaptic leftovers are buried deep in the modern
brain, which would explain many of our present-day sensations of God or
spirituality.

Among practicing neuroscientists, there is no overarching consensus on whether
such notions are correct. Persinger is certainly out on a frontier where
theory meets the boldest sort of speculation, but there's nothing inherently
bizarre about his methods or the questions he's asking. William Calvin, a
professor of behavioral sciences at the University of Washington in Seattle,
says that Persinger's line of inquiry is no more mysterious than another
pursuit that intrigues neuroscientists: trying to understand the sensations of
déjà vu or its opposite, jamais vu - the feeling, during a familiar routine,
that we're doing it for the first time. Maybe these feelings, like God, are
just more fritzing in the electricity arcing about our brains.




Persinger arrives soon after St-Pierre has judged me sane enough to enter Room
C002B.

"I see that Mr. Cook has been as punctual as usual," he says, extending a hand
in greeting. Persinger, 54, blends a crisp, scientific demeanor with a
mischievous smile, but overall he's a very serious man. His erect posture is
enhanced by a dark, pin-striped, three-piece suit with a gold chain swag at
the bottom of the vest. His sentences are clipped and stripped of any
vernacular - so painstakingly scientific that they can be coy. For example, he
tells me that he is actually an American who "moved to Canada in July of 1969,
because I had a rather major ethical disagreement with my government." It
takes me a follow-up or two before I realize he had dodged the draft.

As the researchers fit my helmet, I ask: Has anyone ever freaked out in the
chair? Persinger smiles slightly and describes when a subject suffered an
"adverse experience" and succumbed to an "interpretation that the room was
hexed." When I ask if, say, the subject ripped all this equipment from his
flesh and ran screaming from the dungeon, Persinger curtly replies: "Yes, his
heart rate did go up and he did want to leave and of course he could because
that is part of the protocol."

One more time: Has anyone freaked out in the chair? "His EKG was showing that
he moved very, very quickly and dramatically," Persinger offers, "and that he
was struggling to take off the electrodes."

Technically speaking, what's about to happen is simple. Using his fixed
wavelength patterns of electromagnetic fields, Persinger aims to inspire a
feeling of a sensed presence - he claims he can also zap you with euphoria,
anxiety, fear, even sexual stirring. Each of these electromagnetic patterns is
represented by columns of numbers - thousands of them, ranging from 0 to 255 -
that denote the increments of output for the computer generating the EM bursts.

Some of the bursts - which Persinger more precisely calls "a series of complex
repetitive patterns whose frequency is modified variably over time" - have
generated their intended effects with great regularity, the way aspirin causes
pain relief. Persinger has started naming them and is creating a sort of EM
pharmacological dictionary. The pattern that stimulates a sensed presence is
called the Thomas Pulse, named for Persinger's colleague Alex Thomas, who
developed it. There's another one called Burst X, which reproduces what
Persinger describes as a sensation of "relaxation and pleasantness."

A new one, the Linda Genetic Pulse, is named for my psychometrist, Linda
St-Pierre. Persinger says St-Pierre is conducting a massive study on rats to
determine the ways in which lengthy exposures to particular electromagnetic
pulses can "affect gene expression."

After spending a little time with Persinger, you get accustomed to the fact
that his most polite phrases demand pursuit. Affect gene expression? It sounds
so simple, but what he's really talking about is stringing together a number
of different electromagnetic fields to prompt a complicated chemical reaction
on the genetic level - for example, directing the body's natural self-healing
instincts.

"We want to enhance what the brain does to help heal the body," Persinger
explains. "Among more sensitive individuals, tests show that their skin will
turn red if they believe a hot nickel has been placed on their hand. That's a
powerful psychosomatic effect of the brain on the body. Suppose we could make
it more precise?"

Persinger envisions a series of EM patterns that work the way drugs do. Just
as you take an antibiotic and it has a predictable result, you might be
exposed to precise EM patterns that would signal the brain to carry out
comparable effects.

Another possible application: Hollywood. Persinger has talked to Douglas
Trumbull, the special-effects wizard responsible for the look of everything
from 2001: A Space Odyssey to Brainstorm. They discussed the technological
possibility of marrying Persinger's helmet with virtual reality. "If you've
done virtual reality," Persinger says, "then you know that once you put on the
helmet, you always know you are inside the helmet. The idea is to create a
form of entertainment that is more real." But he adds, sounding like so many
eople who've gotten a call from the coast, "we haven't cut a deal yet."




I am being withdrawn from my body and set adrift in an infinite existential
emptiness.

Soon enough, it's time for the good professor to wish me well and lob this
last caveat: "If, for whatever reason, you become frightened or want to end
the experiment, just speak into your lapel microphone."

When the door closes and I feel nothing but the weight of the helmet on my
head and the Ping-Pong balls on my eyes, I start giving serious thought to
what it might be like to "see" God, artificially produced or not. Nietzsche's
last sane moment occurred when he saw a carter beating a horse. He beat the
carter, hugged the horse while sobbing uncontrollably, and was then carried
away. I can imagine that. I see myself having a powerful vision of Jesus, and
coming out of the booth wet with tears of humility, wailing for mercy from my
personal savior.

Instead, after I adjust to the darkness and the cosmic susurrus of absolute
silence, I drift almost at once into a warm bath of oblivion. Something is
definitely happening. During the 35-minute experiment, I feel a distinct sense
of being withdrawn from the envelope of my body and set adrift in an infinite
existential emptiness, a deep sensation of waking slumber. The machines
outside the chamber report an uninterrupted alertness on my part. (If the
researchers see the easily recognized EEG pattern of sleep, they wake you over
the speakers.) Occasionally, I surface to an alpha state where I sort of know
where I am, but not quite. This feeling is cool - like being reinserted into
my body. Then there's a separation again, of body and soul, and - almost by my
will - I happily allow myself to drift back to the surprisingly bearable
lightness of oblivion.

In this floating state, several ancient childhood memories are jarred loose.
Suddenly, I am sitting with Scott Allen on the rug in his Colonial Street
house in Charleston, South Carolina, circa 1965, singing along to "Moon River"
and clearly hearing, for the first time since then, Scott's infectiously
frenzied laughter. I reexperience the time I spent the night with Doug Appleby
and the discomfort I felt at being in a house that was so punctiliously clean.
(Doug's dad was a doctor.) I also remember seeing Joanna Jacobs' small and
perfect breasts, unholstered beneath the linen gauze of her hippie blouse,
circa 1971.

Joanna was my girlfriend when I was 14. When I was sent off to boarding
school, she and I recorded cassette tapes to one another. As a teenager,
Joanna was a spiritual woman and talked a lot about transcendental meditation.
Off at boarding school, I signed up and got my mantra from the Maharishi
Mahesh Yogi, right around the time Joanna dropped me to move on to a tougher
crowd.

If I had to pin down when I felt this dreamy state before - of being in the
presence of something divine - it would be back then, in the euphoric,
romantic hope that animated my adolescent efforts at meditation. That soothing
feeling of near-sleep has always been associ-ated with what I imagined should
have happened between Joanna Jacobs and me. Like the boy in James Joyce's The
Dead, Joanna was a perfect memory - all the potential of womanly love
distilled into the calming mantra-guided drone of fecund rest.

I'm not sure what it says about me that the neural sensation designed to
prompt visions of God set loose my ancient feelings about girls. But then, I'm
not the first person to conflate God with late-night thoughts of getting laid
- read more about it in Saint Augustine, Saint John of the Cross, or Deepak
Chopra.




So: Something took place. Still, when the helmet comes off and they shove a
questionnaire in my hand, I feel like a failure. One question: Did the red
bulb on the wall grow larger or smaller? There was a red bulb on the wall? I
hadn't noticed. Many other questions suggest that there were other experiences
I should have had, but to be honest, I didn't.

In fact, as transcendental experiences go, on a scale of 1 to 10, Persinger's
helmet falls somewhere around, oh, 4. Even though I did have a fairly
convincing out-of-body experience, I'm disappointed relative to the great
expectations and anxieties I had going in.

It may be that all the preliminary talk about visions just set my rational
left hemisphere into highly skeptical overdrive. Setting me up like that -
you will experience the presence of God - might have been a mistake. When I
bring this up later with Persinger, he tells me that the machine's effects
differ among people, depending on their "lability" - Persinger jargon meaning
sensitivity or vulnerability.

"Also, you were in a comfortable laboratory," he points out. "You knew nothing
could happen to you. What if the same intense experience occurred at 3 in the
morning in a bedroom all by yourself? Or you suddenly stalled on an abandoned
road at night when you saw a peculiar light and then had that experience? What
label would you have placed on it then?"

Point taken. I'd probably be calling Art Bell once a week, alerting the world
to the alien invasion.

But then, Persinger continued, being labile is itself a fluctuating condition.
There are interior factors that can exacerbate it - stress, fear, injury - and
exterior sources that might provoke odd but brief disturbances in the usually
stable electromagnetic fields around us. Persinger theorizes, for example,
that just prior to earthquakes there are deformations in the natural EM field
caused by the intense pressure change in the tectonic plates below. He has
published a paper called "The Tectonic Strain Theory as an Explanation for UFO
Phenomena," in which he maintains that around the time of an earthquake,
changes in the EM field could spark mysterious lights in the sky. A labile
observer, in Persinger's view, could easily mistake the luminous display for
an alien visit.

As we sit in his office, Persinger argues that other environmental
disturbances - ranging from solar flares and meteor showers to oil drilling
- probably correlate with visionary claims, including mass religious
conversions, ghost lights, and haunted houses. He says that if a region
routinely experiences mild earthquakes or other causes of change in the
electromagnetic fields, this may explain why the spot becomes known as sacred
ground. That would include the Hopi tribe's hallowed lands, Delphi, Mount
Fuji, the Black Hills, Lourdes, and the peaks of the Andes, not to mention
most of California.

From time to time, a sensed presence can also occur among crowds, Persinger
says, thereby giving the divine vision the true legitimacy of a common
experience, and making it practically undeniable.


"One classic example was the apparition of Mary over the Coptic Church in
Zeitoun, Egypt, in the 1960s," he continues. "This phenomenon lasted off and
on for several years. It was seen by thousands of people, and the appearance
seemed to precede the disturbances that occurred during the building of the
Aswan High Dam. I have multiple examples of reservoirs being built or lakes
being filled, and reports of luminous displays and UFO flaps. But Zeitoun was
impressive."

Persinger says there were balls of light that moved around the cross atop the
church. "They were influenced by the cross, of course. It looked like a circle
with a triangle on the bottom. If you had an imagination, it looked like a
person. Upside down, by the way, it was the classical UFO pattern. It's
curious that this happened during a marked increase in hostilities between
Egyptians and Israelis, and both interpreted the phenomenon as proof that they
would be successful. It's just so classical of human beings. Take an anomalous
event, and one group will interpret it one way, and another group another."

Might it surprise anyone to learn, in view of Persinger's theories, that when
Joseph Smith was visited by the angel Moroni before founding Mormonism, and
when Charles Taze Russell started the Jehovah's Witnesses, powerful Leonid
meteor showers were occurring?

Taken together, Persinger's ideas and published studies go awfully far - he's
claiming to identify the primum mobile underlying all the supernatural stories
we've developed over the last few thousand years. You might think Christians
would be upset that this professor in Sudbury is trying to do with physics
what Nietzsche did with metaphysics - kill off God. Or you might think that
devout ufologists would denounce him for putting neuroscience on the side of
the skeptics.

"Actually, it's more a mind-set that gets disturbed than a particular belief,"
offers Persinger. "Some Christians say, 'Well, God invented the brain, so of
course this is how it would happen.' UFO types say, 'This is good. Now we can
tell the fake UFO sightings from the real ones.'"

Oh, I have no doubt. I mean, who among all the churchgoers and alien fiends
will let some distant egghead with a souped-up motorcycle helmet spoil their
fun? It goes without saying that the human capacity to rationalize around
Persinger's theory is far greater than all the replicated studies science
could produce. The real tradition Persinger falls into is that of trying to
explain away mystical experience. Jaynes thought visitations from God were
mere aural detritus from the Stone Age. And just recently, another study
suggested that sleep paralysis might account for visions of God and alien
abduction.

Who knows? Perhaps mystical visions are in fact nothing more than a bit of
squelchy feedback in the temporal lobes. But that's such a preposterously
small part of what most people think of when they think of God, it seems
insanely grandiose to suggest that anyone has explained away "God." It's
almost ironic. Every so often during one of America's little creation-science
tempests, some humorless rationalist like Stephen Jay Gould steps forward to
say that theology is an inadequate foundation for the study of science. Noted.
And vice versa.




But Persinger's ideas are harder to shake off than that. When I return to
America, I am greeted by the news that massive intersections of power lines do
not, in fact, cause cancer. For years scientists had advanced the power
line-cancer connection, based on the results of Robert Liburdy's benchmark
1992 study. But a tip to the federal Office of Research Integrity initiated an
investigation of Liburdy's work; it found that his data had been falsified.

Persinger's experiments and resulting theories suggest some new ideas about
our waning 20th century, which began with Thomas Edison convincing the world
to cocoon itself inside electrically wired shelters, throbbing with pulses of
electromagnetic fields. Granted, those fields are quite weak, arguably too
tiny to affect our physical bodies in ways Liburdy had suggested. But what
about Persinger's notion that such fields may be tinkering with our
consciousness?

Is it a coincidence that this century - known as the age of anxiety, a time
rife with various hysterias, the era that gave birth to existentialism - is
also when we stepped inside an electromagnetic bubble and decided to live
there? We have never quite comprehended that we walk about in a sea of mild
electromagnetism just as we do air. It is part of our atmosphere, part of the
containing bath our consciousness swims in. Now we are altering it,
heightening it, condensing it. The bubble is being increasingly shored up with
newer, more complicated fields: computers, pagers, cell phones. Every day,
entrepreneurs invent more novel ways to seduce us into staying inside this
web. The Internet is well named.

Naturally, many people would presume that such a change must be a malignant
force when directed at the delicate gossamer of consciousness. Yet evolution
is a tricky business. Accidental changes often turn out to be lifesaving
preparations for some other condition that could never have been predicted.

A few might see a world of possibility in Persinger's theories. His booth has
helped us discover and confirm our true predicament. "Seeing God" is really
just a soothing euphemism for the fleeting awareness of ourselves alone in the
universe: a look in that existential mirror. The "sensed presence" - now
easily generated by a machine pumping our brains with electromagnetic
spirituality - is nothing but our exquisite and singular self, at one with the
true solitude of our condition, deeply anxious. We're itching to get out of
here, to escape this tired old environment with its frayed carpets, blasted
furniture, and shabby old God. Time to move on and discover true divinity all
over again.



Wired 7.11 - Nov 1999

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/7.11 ... topic_set=

more on Persinger....

Michael Persinger on No More Secrets

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9l6VPpD ... E0&index=1

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 Post subject: Re: Decoding hidden texts in DP Gallery1
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The Oracle was becoming more like humans so the codes would only work as long as she didn't change. She seemed to change with each human she was in contact with, not only Hugelitod but especially Maia and Simon as well. No doubt if there are sequels to this book other characters will be introduced that will help facilitate if not accelerate the Oracles devolution into humanhood. Heart Intelligence is the one thing that connects all humans on a fundamental if not multidimensional level with all of life everywhere and without the limitations the commonly used lower intellectual mind imposes. It's interesting that becoming human was so important to her.


This supports the above quote in terms of what all the WMM purpose is on the planet at this time and that it especially is so much more than just an intellectual pursuit. This is from Lyricus FAQ's, Question 8 from Excerpts from Liminal Cosmogony and FAQs (under websites):

Relationship of Lyricus to the Human Species

QUESTION 8: Is there a specific philosophical system that underlies Lyricus’ teachings?

ANSWER 8: The philosophical system of Lyricus is that the science of multidimensional reality is the nucleus knowledge system of the species from which all other systems emerge and have their meaning—to the degree their linkages are preserved. The problem with contemporary philosophical systems is that they fall prey to language conventions that do not rely on science, but rather the subjective opinion of individuals, and the linkages to the multidimensional reality are obscured by the accumulations of the genetic mind.

The members of Lyricus do not consider that they are teachers of a philosophical system so much as they are catalysts of a species’ knowledge system with the specific intention of guiding the evolution of that knowledge system to an ultimate conclusion: the irrefutable scientific discovery of the distinctions inherent in the individuated consciousness, and how this individuated consciousness operates in the multidimensional reality of First Source.

In the knowledge of this reality, there is no need for a philosophical system or spiritual belief system or religious structure because the individual recognizes that they are complete unto themselves with respect to the vital knowledge. No laws or rules are required in this realization because the knowledge itself entrains the soul carrier to its holographic truth, which is based on the most profound levels of love and understanding. As this is the foundation of persistent reality, those who live in this frequency neither require nor seek a philosophical system.

That which is offered by Lyricus through its outermost educational programs may seem like a philosophical system, or at least resonant with existing belief systems, but it is actually designed as a catalyst and activator of the higher elements of consciousness. This is done through the encoding of the words, music, art, symbols, and the intricate manner in which they interact.

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In other words stop using what you've been taught in conventional intellectual education as a means to understand these materials the coventional means are purposely limited because of their exclusion of the Intelligence of the Heart and the multidimensional. It is more than an intellectual/lower mind pursuit. Once the Heart Intelligence is activated you are opened to the multidimensional and when used, understanding flows to you. This is why the sincere and genuine practice of those Six Heart Virtues is soooo emphasized NOW. Patience is a virtue and so is K.I.S.S.

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