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Fragments of noise filter through the air like dust motes thrown to sunlight by a jackhammer working on popcorn pavement. Pee Wee is left, staring crunched at the screen to the right, as if the wind from the back end of a jackass has just blown the sheet music into the chip dip. The jaw of Pee Wee hangs slack, and drips of saliva drop from the opening. One can actually see (in the slow stiffening manner) that Pee Wee Bong Bong feels big, uh, mortification, knowing that WE know that Pee Wee has just blown it, at the computer. A form of mini peer pressure paralysis begins to settle in on the small body in front of the big blank screen, formed entirely of Pee Wee's own being. Because I don't care how fast Pee Wee can use a computer. And Dr. Particle was too busy noticing my spelling mistakes to notice Pee Wee's sudden er, demise, as a virtuoso of the ... ahem ... genius universe. This little scene has also been missed by Dr. Sharples, who has for the moment been briefly preoccupied trying to do a calculation on a programmable pocket calculator attached to a mini printer that whirrs, then makes a racket. No paper comes out. Nothing. Success you'd a' thought would'a have improved had Dr. Sharples used a toothpick to pick the keys of the little calculator, instead of an upright big hairy middle finger. Sharple's is working on an equation, one that has been taken at random from the middle of one of the spreadsheets I've placed on the glasstop table. After the fifth try, Dr. Sharples abruptly abandons the attempt at trying to set up a simple equation on the LEARN feature of the programmable calculator's logics. No time to waste, apparently, is what stops Dr. Sharple's investigation of one of my equations. The same equation is one I would have done in less than 30 seconds flat, using my own techniques in self taught algorythms in mathematics, and the super easy, super powerful calculator I use, the one that's the size of a text book, made over 23 years ago, and is stashed in my briefcase that sits by the door sagging sloped at a typical suck bag angle. I am not a suck. I use the brown suck bag (big brown leather briefcase) because it is the only one I could afford, 5 bucks at a flea markert. A pause starts to creep around the room like a phantom trying to sniff out someone's smelly socks. The pause has a telltale bit of telepathic stink to it. I don't like pauses that stink. And so, here perhaps I can take an opportunity to, hopefully, expand my advantages, by re-ordering my thoughts to make a few quick explanations which are at the heart of the reasons why I have arrived, here, unannounced, at this unusual physics office on this late winter afternoon, having been sent to the bridge on the control deck of this luxury liner cruise ship (tied at dock for the winter), me wandering semi-lost along panelled teak corridors and finally steered upstairs to the main office by a cheerful security guard from a mid deck near the rear gangplank. "To my knowledge there isn't anyone else besides myself anywhere here on this rebellious planet doing equations of this kind", say I, intending to smokescreen some, but not too smokey, in hopes of triggering some mystery of a kind which might get rid of the stink in everyone's private thoughts and which can't be pinned as a block of concrete in judgement against me or my intentions. I thought of mentioning the stink, then decide no, I could, but too much trouble trying to explain how the information causing the stink went upstairs where the forces of GOD see and know all in none mysterious ways, and information sent straight back down the tube to me, so I would be fully aware of the stink's unkind nature. I am not telepathic in the science fiction sense. I get my information straight from higher sources in 1st Cause in Reality, not from brain to brain, which is why the stink had no effect on me in the way of terribly polluting garbage. 1st Cause Reality attunement prevents that. "Where did you get your information"? asks Dr. Sharples, straight to me, a new stink roiling in a boiling aura around him, condemnations in the tones. Now, that is a loaded question! Of course I can't say yet where I got the information, upstairs, via inter-dimensional frequency induction in tele-communications. But I can keep things close to the point by assuming Dr. Particle meant specifically my physics datas, and say; "Worked them out at home with a 23 year old 14 digit electronic calculator". "You don't say", says Pee Wee Bong Bong. Pee Wee has cleared the computer screen. And having reset new circuits anew, is now sitting facing us, momentarily ensconsed at an odd angle in an old oak swivel chair that needs to be refinished and oiled, its that kind of old. It groans and creaks with every move. Fart stains have darkened every crack. "And what computer"? the young genius asks. Pee Wee's talents are what is being hailed these days as 'world's foremost genius' by those who follow the swings of scientific fashions in the popular press and the magazines of the scientific environment. "Didn't need one for this project. Needed only the 14 digit calculator, pencil, paper, eraser, and six square feet of workspace. Plus of course a compass and a straight edge, for the illustrations", is my candid response. "Yes, that is consistent with non transcendental geometry", says Dr. Particle, suddenly seemingly tuned right back in but, then, looking at one of my drawings says; then again is it"? This is acknowledged not to us but to a region of space just about exactly a foot beyond a point in space where Dr. Particle's nose ends. Three long nose hairs on the surface of the skin groil the space in front of Dr. Particle's nose. The nose hairs are stiff, and multi-colored. "Well, I've got work to do", says Dr. Pee Wee Bong Bong, who swings with a squeeky flourish back to face straight into the computer screen. He is still crunched, with hairy wirey thin body poised to strike paydirt. Having been reset and restarted, Bong Bong's computer screen is now ready, with one yellow line slowly descending down the screen over and over, in a very slow sleazy lazy manner. "Amazing, my prime loop is still functioning", Pee Wee sort of says over a shoulder to the rest of us. (I gather there is supposed to be several meanings to Pee Wee's word 'functioning'). "Now to mark a DOT on the primeline. SUPERSYMMETRY will never be the SAME"! But before accessing the keyboard, Pee Wee starts to draw some concepts in outline on a sheet of paper, flow charting it seems, the dot. "What is it exactly you've brought to show us"? inquires Dr. Sharples, to me. Ah ha! My cue! It looks like we can proceed to some nitty gritty. Dr. Particle has already spread around some Pages I've pulled from my briefcase, in a fan across the surface of the glasstop table. This table has gold plated legs and sits waist high in the middle of this very swank office. I, stepping toward the table, pick up a first Page, and begin to illucidate a situation involving elementary particles. I begin my thing straight in by saying; "In these first Pages a range of energy states and mass energy equivalents working in and around the PROTON is found existing within an elegant co-existence of Hyper Waves involving the orbits of planets Mars, and the orbit of Earth". Oh ho ho did some eyebrows ever rocket up upon THAT remark!. "The electron, and whole integer fractions thereof, and the Fine Structure Constant, fill in the road map completely through this Hyper Wave Estate area", say I pointing to certain areas on several large spreadsheets now directly under my fingertips on the glasstop table. I am leaning slightly forward, why I don't know, the position is uncomfortable. I seem to have an audience because suddenly all three scientists in the room are at this moment listening, as I point out these striking facts on several of the spreadsheets fanned out on the glasstop table. So it starts. Page after Page I explain, rapidly summarizing each Page through several, starting at the top of the pile, all hand written, that comprise the front end of my um, documentation. None of the three fundamental particle physicists have even looked at each other, I notice, despite the interest. "As you can see I tend to repeat myself for emphasis"; is something I end up saying in concluding this extraordinary introductory section with a quick show of a few more of the spreadsheets. "The facts in here have been calculated, taking input datas exactly as listed straight from the Review of Modern Physics, and its very latest 'Review of Particle Properties' and the included detailed "Data Tables" in the latest issue, say I, the eager. "No kidding"? "Huh"? Dr. Particle takes a long step back, rocks on the ball of one foot, contemplates a region of space just about a foot beyond where a nose ends. "The 'Cosmic Onion' covers nothing about such matters", Dr. Particle finally remarks. Only the lips move. Otherwise Dr. Particle is still giving that ray-like stare to beyond the end of the nose. Pee Wee Bong Bong only smiles and turning back to a starting position at the computer, begins to hammer anew on the keys of the computer terminal, beginning at step one, in slow smoking haste, working it seems on an overdue two-page paper waiting to be published. Pee Wee Bong Bong, who I was surprised to find here, is on a sabatical, visiting, as they say in orthodox scientific circles. Well, Dr. Sharples suddenly flings one of my sheets to the table in a cavalier way and snorts air, then spins on a heel and snatches a box of computer diskettes from a desk. Pointing over the shoulder with a thick hairy hitch-hiker's thumb first to Dr. Particle then to my sheets on the glasstop table, Dr. Sharples says; "I'd like to see more accomplished before I make comment", while heading for the door, rapidly pausing just long enough to knock the IN to OUT beside the name 'Sharples' outside the door. The little piece of wood shoots all the way across to its OUT marker position with a loud CLACK!. It is the word MORE and the way it is said that is now putting extra colors in my range of emotions. I am inflamed by the innuendoes of the way it was said, a way too much sneer for my liking. "You want MORE"! I exclaim, faking some emotion. "Here is MORE"! (Yes faking the excitement here). "Here is a NAKED PROTON, and a PROTON by INFERENCE. The PROTON sits surrounded by virtues of other energies in Hyperwave formation. If that sounds hard to follow, the facts of the matter aren't. As you can see, here, on these two Pages, (several things I point out with my index finger, moving the finger rapidly over the two Pages in question, touching several areas), when the Hyperness vanishes the PROTON is left naked. The PROTON by itself seems to have no actual Hyperwave counterpart in the Solar system. Although many of the stable elementary particles do. They have direct Hyperwave counterparts in the Solar System, I mean", I say, wondering internally if that last paragraph even made sense. I zit zit zit quickly uncover a few more Pages, and continue; "Within a high energy particle the electron can be likewise said to sit in Hyperwave formations. When the Hyperness vanishes, the electrons become naked, or, also, their energy look-alikes vanish, paff! in momenta. Sometimes you could say a faint vapor trails through a detector behind a particle travelling as fast as the departing Dr. Sharples". (My dander is up. It is because of the sudden heavy breathing that took hold of Dr. Particle for a moment when I first mentioned the words 'Naked Proton'). "I'll give you MORE! Here, on the next three Pages". I wave three new Pages onto the table. Oddly enough, Pee Wee Bong Bong's index finger is paused in midstroke in midair just above the cancel key of the computer. It isn't as if Pee Wee Bong Bong is listening. Oh no. But I swear I just saw Pee Wee's left ear swivel. And Dr. Particle's rocking has switched to the ball of the other foot. "It's your ... choice of words", says Dr. Particle, at length. "So, who really cares"? I say, now back in a totally co-operative mood; "I mean, would you rather it come out with the Clebsch-Gordan Coefficients, or the more well known Dalitz Plot Parameters, or other such scientifically effective go-terms"? I can tell by the fleeting startle crossing Dr. Particle's glance that 'Clebsch-Grodan Coefficients' is not part of Dr. Particle's instant recall vocabulary in physics, although its a term central to the Particle Data Tables. The data the term refers to are in knowledges not part of mine, frankly. I used that term just now illegally, like a beer swiller's buzz words in those bars I don't go to. I'd come across 'Clebsch-Grodan Coefficients' when thumbing through the Particle Data Review only this morning looking for something impressive, found the two just quoted terms as titles on formidable looking pages of hard core mathematics for physics that relate to some manner of scoping certain ways to look at elementary particles. Naturally I had no idea what those pages and those terms actually meant. I'd only been looking for some jargon words that would sound impressive in case I had to say something orthodox to impress someone temporarily. Like I said, I was doing something illegal, using buzz words which only the authors who originally wrote about those so-called concepts might fully understand. "But, (I continue after realizing I was starting to depart the scene on the shoulders of thought fantasy and nonesense), since I know utterly nothing about the academic side of your business I am not going to pretend to pretend I do by name dropping a few arcane descriptives in mouth stopping terms which are your industry's choice of terms found in densly mathed pages in the Particle Data Tables. "Instead, I am simply going to show what I know, in a language which should communicate SOMETHING to a lot of people, you know who I mean, the public", is what I feel I have to add, after a pregnant pause. "Hmmm", says Dr. Particle, focusing again on that region of space just about exactly a foot beyond where a nose would end, this time, at the same time scratching at the end of the nose, aimlessly, those three strange nose hairs getting twirled by the finger tip. Pee Wee Bong Bong is smirking. But that index finger still remains poised in midair over the cancel key of the computer keyboard as if ready to strike at the first, like, wrong word inferred in my dissertation. A huge deep sea supertanker has just announced its arrival outside the bay windows of the ocean liner with a profound kloon! It slowly, verrry slowly, sloshes past, its partially exposed propellor making lots of noise. It is empty. The propellor at the rear is half out of the water. Here we are, a floating university in a cruise ship tied at port over the winter, an interesting place for finding local color amidst the droll of raw mental events that usually governs the purely experimental and eidetic side of hard core fundamental physics. In comes a secretary carrying a hand tooled colorful leather briefcase to inquire if Dr. Sharples has "the plane ticket yet". But Dr. Sharples being absent doesn't answer. The secretary and I look at each other. This new arriver definately looks familiar. Suddenly I've got it. "You"! I say. It is the secretary who was sitting in the front row at the Science Symposium back when I made my first appearance in public. Back when I made my first attempt to disclose the existence of Perfect Eclipse structures in the solar system, to a body of scientests and media, and got shot down in flames hardly before I had started to announce the news for a new future. Distractions have given me a moment to home in on what has obviously become a major problem right here and now. It is this word 'Hyperwave'. Who the heck knows what it's supposed to mean except me, at this moment. So, knowing I've got to do SOMETHING to molify a sudden heavy doubtful situation, I gather some wits in a hurry, and start to hustle as follows, saying: "I think I'd better bring you up to speed on 'Hyperwaves'. This is not an idea I invented on the spur of the moment to make another idea happen. It happens that certain mathematics lead directly to other mathematics, and it is this first 'certain' mathematics, which intrinsically connects to the second, that I have been calling 'Hyperwaves' for lack of any other convenient term, since no term exists in present day physics for such connections, ie. between solar orbits, and the wavelengths of certain elementary particles. We're talking solar system to subatomic physics here, directly related", I toss in before gasping for breath. "Oh?, says Dr. Particle. "What connections"?, says the secretary. "Yeah"?, says Pee Wee Bong Bong, a short shot over a hairy bare shoulder from the computer terminal, a feat hard to image since both Pee Wee's shoulders are hunched in a very closed wrap around the keyboard at the moment, with the pigeon wings of Pee Wee's back sticking out almost at right angles through the cotton, ready to start flapping through Pee Wee's sweat soaked tee shirt. Right away I launch into the middle of my problem, with the following explanation, invented on the spur of the moment of course: "I found out in stuff I was doing at home, that if you simply reduce a planet's orbit by a magnetitude of 10 to the power 27, it reduces right into the range of Compton wavelengths for elementary particles. This is the radius equivalent of the particle's wavelength". "But I am not talking merely about a range, I am talking about EXACTIDUDES. For instance it is as if certain solar orbits, and distances between certain planets, are in fact actual Cosmic recurrances of specific elementary particle wavelengths. Or visa versa, to be honest with you I do not know which comes first, but suspect that elementary particle constants are the blueprint. The mechanism by which such an occurance could be possible could be imaged as a form of re-occuring sonics, or sound patterns, for instance, awesomely powerful sound-like vibrations in patterns that are fractal and six and twelve sided rather than merely simply longtitudinal. Hence the word 'SONICS' rather than merely just 'sound'". For the first time, there is a profound silence in the room. It is as if I have said something that has suddenly struck everyone as being totally obvious the whole time. And all that was needed was for someone to say it, out in the open, to make its obviousness completely apparent. At least, this is the impression I have, due to the profound silence which has completely taken control of things in the room. There is nothing else for me to do but to continue, due to the silence, now almost a tone, due to the degree to which I can hear my own voice loud and clear as if wearing earphones, due to the profound silence. You know what I mean. This kind of amplified voice effect has happened to everyone at least once in their life. Its worse then finding yourself on center stage, and stark naked, in a dream. Its worse than hearing your Lotto number DIDN'T win the millions, specially after you'd already spent the money thanks to a psychic. Anyway, it IS silent indeed. So I continue, as follows: "For instance the orbit of the Earth, reduced by 10 to the power 27, is the wavelength for the stable Xion particles, whose mass energy averages 1319 Mev's, well, I mean of course, 'Million Electron Volts'. The orbit of Earth and Venus added together and divided by two is the Compton wavelength for the unstable Xion particle, of 1530 Mev's. And the orbit of Venus, similarly reduced, is a third Xion particle, of 1823 Mev's. Furthermore, if the orbit of the Moon is added and subtracted to those three orbitals I've just stated, then when treated as Compton wavelengths these lengths match further EXACTLY those of the two charge states existing for those three families of Xion particle's, the Negative and Neutral precise particle states. That's with the orbit of the Moon added or subtacted to the orbital involving 1/2 the sum of the orbits of Earth and Venus combined, for instance. Note also that a progression, of (stable) jp=1/2, then (unstable) jp=3/2, and (unstable) jp=3/2 spins are involved for these Xions. Hereupon I pause to scratch my nose, sort of keeping pace with Dr. Particle, who is again scratching vigorously. And then continue straight ahead: "This striking scene in physics is what I have come to call 'THE EARTH MOON METAPHOR FOR SUBATOMIC PHENOMENA'. Let me make it perfectly clear that I am not talking mere 10% physics, here. I am talking about EXACT correlations. These solar correlations match exactly to four and five digit accuracies throughout, to datas published in the most up-to-date Review Of Modern Physics Partical Data Tables, the accuracies gained through a single reduction in size of scale, of 10 to the power 27, between solar spaces, and those Xion subatomic particles. So much so that I think of solar orbits and lengths of space as revealing a kind of steady state in Cosmic wave definitions, corresponding to similar wave space measures in Reality defining elementary particles. It's as if the solar system is a magnificent gigantic Cosmic recurrance of a new perception of spacial dimensions containing a blueprint that shows the sizes of wavelength in the smallest realms, known as subatomic particles". "And so I got curious about this. Simply said. I got curious. And found that if certain solar orbital distances and/or orbital differences, were assumed equivalent to certain elementary particle Compton wavelengths, then I could use the solar orbits, and substitute particle wavelengths, and so by simply adding and subtracting these solar terms in combinations with the wavelengths of certain elementary particle, then other particle wavelengths could be factored to exact agreements to known Particle Data Tables, in particular to experimental results of the masses and mass energies for those particles that are concidered to be the most accurate of the particle's mass energy experiments. And in particular I could get exact ranges for instance for the spread of a particle's resonance; its width through which it seems to occur through a Mass Energy range - wide or narrow". At this point I pause, but nothing happens, no one speaks. So on I go, carrying on as if every word is being instantly understood as the very foundations of new insights into fundamental physics, knowing of course that every word is not going in to the listener's brainpans in a whole sound and perfect way. Needless to say, I do carry on nevertheless. "Also, however, in these inter-dimension tie-ins, I could see particular direct connections to specific Charge States for particles, as in Positive, Neutral, or Negative, associated with particular mechanical structures involving solar orbits. For instance the orbital spreads between Earth on one side of the Sun, all the way across space to the other side of the sun to the orbit of Venus, or Mars, in a straight line to exactly the opposite side of the Sun, are vital. But, so also is the short distance between Earth and Venus direct as near neighbors, or Earth and Mars as direct near neighbors, vital I mean. Furthermore, if I include a planet's orbital eccentricities, then the difference in lengths of the orbitals could correspond precisely to particles spanning the total range of a given particle's range of resonance states, if you can see what I mean". Nobody says a word. They are all three staring at me as if I had just described how to bake chockolet chip cookies. So I have to carry on: "It is this inter-discipline CONNECTIVITY, this COMBINED solar and particle factoring, that I have been calling 'HYPERWAVES'. And where an obvious very elaborate collection of structures seems to be involved in the patterns, I've been calling these 'Hyperwave Estates'. I should add, that where a particular specific pattern occurs, as with the Earth-Moon orbit tied directly to all Charge states of the stable Xion particles, I can give such a pattern a name, for instance THIS is what I call 'THE EARTH MOON METAPHOR FOR SUBATOMIC PHENOMENA'". I shuffle through a few sheets on the glasstop table looking for a sheet that has on it illustrations of 'THE EARTH MOON METAPHOR FOR SUBATOMIC PHENOMENA'", so I can glance to it for reference, and find it. Taking a quick look at it I keep on talking, continuing with: "I am convinced that it is possible to use the solar system's tie-ins, to model, no, not just to model, to DESCRIBE some fundamental properties and principles that are going on in subatomic realms amongst elementary particles, dealing with particle wavelengths, mass energies, and particle Charges. That's where you guys come in. I don't have the knowledge to do the modelling correctly, or even at least in trusting my points of view in attempting such modelling. Does this sum it up, I mean, does this explain what I mean by Hyperwaves"?. Oddly enough no one says anything. But Dr. Particle is very busy. Dr. Particle has picked up the sheet I had in hand seconds before, and glancing at it, nods and puts it back down, putting it aside, and is now looking at other sheets which I had rapidly shuffled a few seconds before. "What's this other sheet here"? says Dr. Particle, fanning out three large sheets, then holding one up. These are three which I was actually readying just as the secretary arrived. Dr. Particle has yet to notice that the secretary is now in the office. Now, Dr. Particle looking up, notices the secretary standing more or less alongside myself. "Hello", says Dr. Particle, slightly surprised, "where did YOU come from?". "How do", says the secretary. "Fine", says Dr. Particle. Here the hello's end, both partities instantly turn back to look at my stuff, now partially fanned on the glasstop table. "Here", I resume, making room at the glasstop table for the secretary to see also, "is how the changes of many etheric electrons, their energy and Charge states, fit in and around many statuses of stable elementary particles. Such particles include the Lambda, Xions, and the Pion, as follows": I flatten the sheet, (it is Page 190), before the two beholders. See for yourself", is all I add. We have jumped heavily ahead into my disclosure. I must have said, or not said, something along the way. Because at this moment Pee Wee Bong Bong is hard at it at the computer keyboard, the tuft of hair at the front of the bald area waggling with the effort of each stoked key control as weird little view windows in the screen keep whizzing around through their area of mathematical symbols, fancy alphabet letters, equations, mathematical symbols ... 'stark diagnostic error 1 ... error continues ... 'unravel de fault' ... 'dump de fault' ... 'bugger de fault' ... 'refer to Page 46T of Manual G'. Rather than one from the many blue covered 3-ring binder manuals in a row handy to the computer work station, Pee Wee grabs a manual in the form of a heavy personal note book, and after whipping frantically through a few pages is able to find a reference to correct some glitch which caused the stark diagnostic error. The glitch had said something to the computer to the effect that a dot couldn't exist by itself in any humanly way imaginable. I gather this is no ordinary dot, like a computer CAD graphic SNAP Locator would be ordinary. Pee Wee is busy indeed. If Pee Wee has kids, I'm sure their home life might be one in which they would be clamoring for the brand new, wheat flavored Bio Fibers Extra Strength Degradable Breakfast Cereal Plus withOUT that gritty taste, because it's new, improved, and relentlessly advertised. "Burp, sorry, lunch gas". This is Pee Wee, at the controls of the work in progress. (I have read where Pee Wee has a thing about intelligence, Pee Wee rarely acknowledges anyone else's, and when acknowledged it is usually in note of some particularly high A on a science probabilities exam, or significant statistics test, and sometimes for a prodigeous feat of eidetic memory IF it is PERFECTLY accurate). But I'm digressing again, in a manner akin to a significant lean to the left, from other people's brain pressures. This time I'm not leaning, just being distracted, from the inside, by other people's brain pressure, mainly in fact from Pee Wee's. So I upbeat the tempo a bit even let loose a slight laugh to help clear the mustiness which for the past few seconds have been starting to crawl in and plug up an important clarity in the ethers. Very uptempo, I start anew: "Here is some MORE! Page 191; this shows some Earth and Mars giggies in bright lights hot off the Cosmic Press. These, especially with the Eta - I mean of course the stable Eta particle - are TIGHT. It took three days of cranking it through in Bong Bong like attacks on the keyboard of my 14 digit calculator to work out this much, starting from intuition, ferreting these out from the noises in the mathematical background, by the Peek and Boo, the Seek and Find, the Tried and True, terrific scientific method, the method I used to locate all of this information, basically. The method is to keep looking till you find it, not knowing what you are going to find until after youve found it". I smile at the little string of corny poetry rythms, ad hoc-ed on the spur of the moment. The Page I am currently pointing to, Page 191, shows in particular, that the distances from Mar's eccentricical points of orbit, all the way across to the other side of the solar system on the other side of the Sun out to the Earth's mean of orbit, (where Earth is on the far side of the Sun), are proportionately identical to the Compton wavelengths of Eta and Kaon particles in the stable meson range of mass energies of these elementary particles. But here I don't want to get too specific in a quick dialogue about it. This is because no matter how good is my dialogue about it, Dr. Particle and Bong Bong's will be better, and far different. I've been very fortunate so far in getting away with as much invented jargonese as I have so far, in the past few minutes, in this fabulous office, wafting brand new eyeball rattling terms around this office as freely as if the terms are as familiar as nouns in the dictionary. The problem is of course that at the moment I'm the only one who knows what my terms mean, (since I, uh, invented them), to identify things that were invented by, uh, the Supreme Creators. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, because in no way did I expect to get as far as I have already, in the information just presented already in the past few minutes. And I've hardly started. The saving grace I think is that Dr. Particle seems genuinely curious about what I'm trying to show here. In spite of my technically impoverished knowledge about hardball high energy physics, I think it has been seen by Dr. Particle that I'm handling the knowedges I do have, uh, rather well. I'm getting a sense of confidence from this. This time its a reassurance, not a phony euphoria. But I do have to keep my monitoring on the alert regards Pee Wee Bong Bong. There are many strange collages in the vibrations coming from Pee Wee and I don't know how much is coming from Pee Wee the scientist, vrs how much is coming from Pee Wee personally, or how much is coming from Pee Wee's fame as a genius; getting through from the public mass consciousness in the background; plus more from the more basic conjested frequencies of this planet, and this is one helluva conjested planet I am on. In any case I'm certainly giving different looks and having different thoughts about Pee Wee Bong Bong than I am about Dr. Particle. Mainly, its hard for me to tell what I might be able to do through the invisible factor through higher consciousness to help Pee Wee. That conceit Pee Wee has is pretty solid, it can be hard to do something that could really help that poor regressed soul without the soul keenly wanting to be helped, even if the help is on the invisible factor. Dr. Particle and the secretary are both looking at me because I've been on this thought pause for many long seconds, it turns out. Rightly so! I immediately pick up where I left off!, pointing to a couple of the results on the Page where Kaon and Eta particle mass energy values have been added and subtracted and converted to Compton wavelengths and handwritten in sequences across the Page along with their corresponding solar obits, and resume talking: "You can see it, clearly, in these strings of datas. Everything balances as it should. The Charges of each particle are accounted for. Don't forget, these particles - that is, their mass energies - can be proportionately calculated from segments of solar planetary orbits. (I point to a place on a Page, it is Page 196). See, even here, electronic Charge is conserved. This is only Page 196. Pages 191 to 201 take you through a whole section. All of this takes place in the holding pattern of a Hyper Estate which includes the stable Kaons interconnected via etheric electron states to the PROTON. Unstable Sigmas are right in here, equi-distant in mass between such Sigmas, the PROTON, and the various Kaons, as exactly calculated values. It took me some effort to figure out that it was in 'multiplexing' the Charges that made this section balance. Multiplexing means going to temporary double Charges", I add with a quick glance of the eyes to the secretary and then Dr. Particle. "Mmmm", both say, non committal, neither really understanding, neither not really getting the drift regards 'temporary double Charges'. I specifically now point to such stuff, bending over the glasstop table to scroll certain handwritten datas with a stuck out fingertip: "Lets not fall flat to our knees here. Calculate means to calculate, with all of the digits written out to exact agreements to the best experimental values given in the Particle Data Tables. On these Pages there is nothing guessed, nothing assumed, nothing stuffed in because an idea seemed interesting. As you can see these datas are to full digital exactitudes". In fact everything on the Pages has been calculated to the nth degree. And it is THIS nth degreeness, more than any intense show of pure hard calculations, which seems to be impressing Dr. Particle. The plain fact is I am pointing to EXACTLY CALCULATED PARTICLE MASSES!, something every fundament physicist in the world is trying to do, something NO particle physicist in the world has EVER done! Imagine a pair of cartoon movie eyeballs coming straight out and rubbing a page, this is the kind of interest which is riffling Dr. Particle's private thoughts at this very instant: 'What IF these particle masses ARE being CALCULATED! WHAT about physics THEN!", or at least the intuitive equivalents, come as two more thought pushes in explosive bursts from Dr. Particle's private thoughts. Then there is just as quick, a calming down. Besides the more obvious facts that are intriguing Dr. Particle, is the fact that the Pages, and their show of fantastic new facts about solar/subatomic resonances, exist in the first place. "What do you mean ... multiplex"? queries the secretary deep also in a thought introspection, the secretary's words coming from around the sides of other thoughts involving Dr. Particle's pushes in consciousness which had just flooded the inner regions with revelational amazement, sort of, but were now fading as fast as had the pushes appeared. The secretary is pointing to the word 'MULTIPLEX', written on one of the Pages. My answer is immediate; "Double Charge states is what I mean. With double Charge states, EVERYTHING balances perfectly: Neutral Kaon, Charged Kaons, the PROTON, unstable Sigmas in the 1382.25 MEV range, the Electron. Only specific multiplexes work, this is not a random insertion. It appears that a pre-pattern exists for them. I guess that a background of energy, when finally quieted of superfluous relativistic effects or tensions, is imparted as momenta to the new particles fleeing (or as if teased out of) a decay, since for instance only one Electron is left instead of two, in the 'multiplexing'. I should specify that Etheric Electrons means - the Electron mass raised by whole integer ratios of the Fine Structure Constant to become amounts which account for gaps in energy in the in-betweens of a particle before, then after, a decay, for example". (Etheric Electrons is an invented term made handy by me for bookeeping and also on the same Page as the word MULTIPLEXING)". After I finish, everybody shuffles their feet including Pee Wee along with a few loaded squeeks of the old oak chair, but wait for me to continue. So I do, starting to speak slow and steady in a monotone modulated by rythms rather than inflections: "There are many Etheric Electron states spread throughout the whole of the high energy physics spectrum. But, briefly, it can now be surmized, several means of multiplex Charge transformations can take place. For instance two temporary Positive or Negative Charges for an Electron, through several parts of a larger spectrum, follow certain available routes, before a resulting particle takes its final shape to take its leave under the impetus of final residual momentum, for instance after a high energy particle collision in an accelarator. I'm thinking that at least some decay fragments might be expunged by incompatible relativistic tensions, incidentally. In principle there is as if something else, connected to momentum, has an internal structure, briefly bound as it were, interconnected with mass energy states, including available multiplex Charges. I don't know what roles exchange particles, like gluons, or weak vector bosons, have in this overview of the understructures. Or in particular the so-called Higgs Bosons, of which I know nothing, period. For instance do Higgs Bosons really exist? How many times have their theoretical mass energies been changed when yet another theory about them fails and explodes into the airy fairy. I do not theorize and nothing turns to vapor at the turn of a wrong equation in what I do as shown here. Reason why is I calculate exact MEV and wavelength differences between many kinds of particles throughout the whole mass energy spectrum, using the mass energies and wavelengths of other particles. Oh, am I jumping too far ahead"? Pee Wee has just given me one funny look. I realize that I am beginning to sound disconbobulated. In particular, calculating exact MEV's for ANY elementary particles is something NO physicist has yet been able to do by theory or mechanical construct. No one has done it in the history of elementary and fundamental particles in physics. "Let me continue this way"; I say in my more normal speaking voice, the slight shrill gone; "Take for instance this little section over here, (I point to the corner of a page), the main feature of little giggies such as these mini riffs of creation, here, see, on Page 201, (I now fish out that Page) is, that, given exact values for such terms as E for the Electron and Eo for its binding energy, then like psuedopods of an idea, higher reaching values keep extending further nad further into reaches up and down ladders and lattices of energy into the heart of particles. Electrons, and Electron energy equivalents, keep popping up like temporary ball bearings filling temporary little holes all over the place, all over the MEV spectrum, including the heavy Upsilon mesons, filling niches and chinks in Plateaus of Creation, or more so in the fundamental underwrapping sonic-ionnic patternings of Creation. You've surely noticed or perhaps you haven't, that throughout everything here my calculations are together to at least six digits of accuracy, irrespective of magnetude". Ohh wowww, it feels like things are arcing hard into a bummer, so I speed up in saying; "It means I am calculating particle masses with extraORDinary accuracy. I hear you guys still can't calculate particle mass energies yet at all, at least, not without the use of very dense theories to infer what a mass energy SHOULD or MIGHT be. With these calculations, (I sweep my hand over the glasstop table) I calculate them in an instant, right on the button. Minuta changes in ANY of the input datas means the links go out of focus and NOTHING hooks together. It is therefore deemed that these exact values as shown here on the Pages are exactly derived from a major physical picture, rather than co-incidences. In style it is in keeping with the manner in which Perfect and Golden Eclipses are located in constant states in the solar system and are sitting there apart from any real time daily motions of the planets. I say this because you are obviously aware that I've said nothing, specifically, here, whatsoever, about Quarks, Gluons, or Color Force Theory, etc., or Grand Unification schemes, nor am I able to". My audience is back. The secretary and Dr. Particle are listening intently. Pee Wee is back at work on the computer so is out of the picture for the moment. So I continue without waste: "Going ahead all the way to the eccentricity of Mars, and the Earth orbit Hyperwave connections, any problems in matching planet orbital wavelengths in proportion to known elementary particle Compton wavelengths would be limited by the known accuracy of astronomical and particle datas. In particular, any subtle shift in the actual value of the PROTON, for instance in using the NEUTRON's mass energy value, can clearly shift the whole of the consequences in certain Hyperwave regions into meaningless nonsense". "However, given the assumption that particle and astrophysical datas as of today are well founded, then this picture of a Hyperwave perhaps sonic-based, and fractal geometric steady state, nevertheless all clear real estate sitting right out in the open right up there in the sky for all to see within the blazing mysteries of creation and the solar heavens, as mirrored in resonance recurrances up here out in the solar gravitational realms, big and so easy to see right out in the open spans of the solar system, is very clear". One eyebrow of Dr. Particle has risen slightly. Perhaps it is because I had actually lost my place in the middle of the last paragraph. Had to, grope, for missing ideas, is what happened. "In your ... compendium ... you use ... little footnotes, or rather, repeat a lot of information page by page". This is the secretary speaking, who is engaged in a sort of absent minded activity, or at least, the secretary is preoccupied in the way of sifting many of the Pages on the glasstop table, into the rough display of a fan spread out, with the upper right corners of the sheets all exposed. "And you seem to invent on-the-spot ways of highlighting datas or to point out comments ... words, in any empty spaces on your Pages. Do I have it right, that these Pages represent a more artistic form of a thinker's notebook"? The secretary has observed this, in coming out at this moment with that comment, as seen undoubtely from the view of one who has prepared many a conventional and formal document, in contrast to my style of layouts. Presuming this is the case regards the secretary. My response to this is: "I find that if only equations or formulas in abstract are used, then my memory gets not jogged, but jolted. I must study such a poor Page very HARD in order to fathom its datas. I don't like wasting the time. Unless certain details are already presented on the Page I often end up working out equations over and over again each time that Page comes up when double checking the homework. I think many people in the public are like that in coping with Math or Physics. It's the main reason why I prefer to give datas in the real form of their digits. The solution for me is to fill a Page with as many pleasing nmemmonics as I can reasonably include. Also, my extra notes and comments, with their highlights, and artful layouts, become subliminal cues to help me remember which datas are upon which Pages, and where several related datas are found through a section. I think there are many people out there like me in this regard. Mine, as it turns out, is primarily a nmemmonic memory rather than an eidetic memory. Mine is not a memory like a computer's", I say to the secretary. Dr. Particle is out of it momentarily so doesn't get spoken to. Dr. Particle's attention seems to be stuck on one of the Pages. Which Page, I can't tell at first glance. Several sheets could be under the scrutiny of those bushy eyebrows which mark the face of Dr. Particle. My last word, 'computer' seems to be still hanging in the air. Speaking of computers, Pee Wee Bong Bong is hard at it again at the computer keyboard. The machine's mouse is sitting to the side not in use. It was abandoned after something kept snapping up in the screen, like a scroll rolled up by a fast laughing actor. Pee Wee's computer screen is now ablaze with many colors shifting in scope in sharp regulated patterns. "That is definately NOT what I WANT", mutters Pee Wee, striking the PAUSE key, then the STANDBY key, then sitting back to stare into deep blank space, so it seems, out through the luxury liner's wide foward sloping windows for a moment. The existence and significance of a precise and totally anomalous tunnel-like opening up through dense clouds to open blue sky straight overhead, which can be seen outside the windows at this very moment, is not registering in the outer mind of Dr. Bong Bong I suspect. It certainly is registering on me, however. Or rather, I know what's causing that distinct anomaly in the clouds and the answer is not one that Dr. Particle and Bong Bong would want to hear, they being such hard core scientists. At least, let me make a correction, Dr. Particle might be interested, but I can't tell at the moment. You never know until the subject of Radionnic Star Ships, Galaxy Class, comes up. Dr. Particle, meanwhile, all this time, has been staring transfixed at another of my Pages on the table. The secretary is also staring at a Page. "I think you missed a Page", I say, glancing back to the secretary, helpful. The secretary has been quickly rifling through Pages, scanning them one at a time as if in a mini review, then re-gathering them once more into a fan, when I notice there has been a skim, as the secretary was carefully arranging everything, or, I guess, trying to. The Page the secretary missed, Page 204, is a key summary in the first section on 'Hyperwaves'. The Page itself is lousy, I mean LOUSY, with parallel lines and datas in very simplified form, to show at a glance at once many synonymous proportions there might be between solar planet orbits, and equivalent elementary particle wavelengths. There is a Sun drawn small on the layout's central axis, which spans the whole page, left to right. The Sun is typically shown situated toward the right side of the big sheet. The same convention (Sun on right) has been used in all of my pages. "Hmmm, did miss this one", says the secretary, looking at this particular review Page, Page 204, briefly before inserting it at random amongst the other Pages now fanned out around the table. Dr. Particle pulls this same Page back out, begins to look it over. The first thing Dr. Particle says is; "Why should the Sun have a face"? I like a face on the Sun which is why I drew it. However, I have to say something else, which comes out as; "Suggesting intelligence by artwork, or existence by intelligence, I suppose", half in question, half in reply, half in earnest. Something in the way of the nuances of this catches Dr. Particle's wind, for Dr. Particle begins to stare in that well known pose at a region of space just beyond where a nose would end. Dr. Particle has gone off on a ride again on a pychic current, deep in thought. "But, how does that relate to physics"?, Dr. Particle murmers after a while, and turns the Page over to see if there is anything on the back. Since there is only crudely written stuff from an earlier draft (being so poor, I had to rescue old sheets of rought draft paper to finish this project. This is one of the sheets I had to salvage from the waste basket at the last minute in order to have a right size sheet to finish the project), Dr. Particle puts the Page back down, and begins, it would appear, to start sorting the Pages on the glasstop table, leaving the upper LEFT corners of each of the sorted Pages exposed. The secretary, having observed these activities of Dr. Particle with no comment, says; "I would like to send a copy of this (pointing to the array on the table) to a friend of mine. A specialist in number theory". "By any chance, would you mean that number theory specialist, whose 18 gear wonder bike, that breakthrough new miracle (I grin with the joke) got chained hanging in the air to a water fountain in the hallway of the auditorium at the Science Symposium"? I ask. "That's the one!" the secretary exclaims, and with a smile adds; you were there?, when someone removed the lecture table sitting next to the water fountain and left the bike dangling in mid-air, all of its best topological inventions falling in rubber plops to the floor"? One forefinger went straight in the air then straight to the floor, as the secretary spoke. I can tell by the look on the secretary's face that me filling in the juicy details about that humorous bit history would be appreciated. So I do, working backwards into the history hoping to make make short work of a long short story. "Three months ago I got a long distance phone call, collect, in the middle of the night from your Number Theory friend, a few days before my phone was disconnected. Your friend wants me to come visit for a discussion. Big things are in the offing if I can make it down to the swank villa, your friend hints". I move across to the windows. Outside, the clear column of cloudless air is still there rising high overhead, tunnelling straight up clear through a surrounding burned hole in low dark roiling dense overcast, to pure blue sky in the eye of the column at the very top of the narrow burn hole, a perfect cylander, like the eye of a hurricane only extremely narrow only a few hundred feet across, yet very tall, rising straight up right through the dense clouds. Scudding clouds are wrapping around the burnhole as if the burnhole is invisibly solid. Within the burn hole, not a trace of cloud is to be seen, that is how HOT is the invisible flow of Ionnic Power that is connecting straight between us and an invisible object sitting superimposed right over the Sun, at the present moment. Let me be totally decent and not claim all of the fame for this. The Ionnic Power is here because of the number of Interdimensional Higher consciousness beings in a part of the task force known as the Messiah who are helping to stablize the moment to moments, involving our pow wow on this Luxury Liner of instance. Including me, we are all volunteers. From the window I turn to face the two people at the glasstop table and continue talking.... "Needless to say I went to see the guy, spent the last portion of a temporary loan for bus fare. First, it was revealed that the bike was a failed attempt at a breakthrough new topological technology, based on something to do with, quote: 'a mechanical adaptation of an important new find in number theory. But, it didn't pan out, the find was a fake'. And there, surrounded by great wealth, your friend turned down my plea to borrow a few dollars for the bus fare home. We never did get to discuss science. In the end our, ah, conference lasted only so long as it took to find out that I didn't play GO". "GO"? asks the secretary, puzzled. "Yes", I reply. "It turns out your friend is an international expert". "An expert on GO"! asks Dr. Particle, obviously puzzled too. "Yes, you know, its a Japanese board game, played with black and white smarties". "Oh, you mean GO! For a moment I thought you were being continental". The secretary is bursting in the nice radience of a heartfelt smile as an astonishing degree of inner beauty suddenly bursts forth and begins to show through. It is certain this show is the more natural inner being of this person. I continue; "The bike, by the way, is now mounted on a pedestal made of pink marble in your friend's livingroom, sporting a showcase placard done in brass with inlaid lettering in real gold surrounded by maroon enamelling, which says " S O B ". I gather your friend has a rich sense of humor". "Ohyes", the secretary says with singleword emphasis intended. "But what about the fountain at the symposium, c'mon, tell me". One of the secretary's fingers pops up, pops down, realfast. So I tell the story.... "In the last hours at the symposium. I am getting a drink of water at the fountain, when away goes the big lecture table - to which the bike had been chained on display all weekend - being carted big bulk style out the front door by six students. Then back comes the new pipe stem bike, and two big padlocks and the heavy link chains, and the dutch pipe sticking like a limp cigar from the mouth of your friend's face, bobbing up and down very rapidly as your friend stands staring at me, till I clue in and step rapidly away from the water fountain. Then comes the dawning, my eyes can hardly believe it. There the bike is now, hanging, suspended more than a foot off the ground in order for the chains to fit around the pipes of the water fountain, the bike sticking out at a crazy angle with the front wheel turned like it was falling off, slowly rotating in the winds of the passers by. The tires are flat. People can't get near the fountain for a drink. A piece from one of the bike's rubber gear boxes falls to the floor, while your friend appropriately dressed in brand new inflatable running shoes, knee guards, skintight shorts, sweat shirt, back pack, and sweat absorbing headband, stands as if floating on toes made of air, discussing royalties and manufacturing rights on the patents with a group of eager well wishers, including you'll remember, the self proclaimed Eclipse specialist, that international advisor in science, the person who shouted that my Perfect Eclipses suck. Who turns out to be Dr. Sharples no less. Anyway, back to the story. There is an applause of appreciation as your friend boasts about the 'major breakthroughs' in the 18 gears and the topological principles behind that rubber gear box now lying on the floor, your friend pointing straight down to it as it sits there like a lump of poo beside a foot, telling everyone about its unique topological configuration. And I'm thinking wow, 'unique configuration' says it exactly". "It was me who ... let the air out of the tires, and got the football players to cart away the table", the secretary says in a confession, smiling. "I'm still owed for the work I did preparing the patent drawings". "Oh", is all I say. As to the glasstop table, Dr. Particle has long since turned back to it and has been methodically trying to fit my Pages together in their right order by visuals, pulling out one large sheet and inserting another into a new fan now taking shape on the glasstop table, then doing the reverse, pulling out the second sheet and putting back the first. A third sheet gets pulled out from where the second sheet went in. Dr. Particle studies it, held up in one hand, more I suspect for its place in the fan then for its contents. Several small groups of large Pages now sit aside lying around. Out of one of them, Dr. Particle spots a Page and picks it up in the other hand. By good fortune, as it turns out, the Page in Dr. Particle's first hand is the introduction to the contents of the Page in the other hand. However, instead of proceding ahead in trying to sort the fan that Dr. Particle has been creating, Dr. Particle just stares at the Page in the first hand, stares at the top of the Page, Page 209. During this time Dr. Particle absently lays the Page in the other hand back on the table. The secretary picks this other Page up, Page 210. I am watching this action as if it is taking place in slow motion on fourth dimensional T.V., one dimension closer to reality. In fact, the Page Dr. Particle holds has its own intense qualifying statement, to wit: 'BY NOW YOU SHOULD BE BECOMING FAMILIAR WITH THE NATURAL WAY HYPERWAVES WORK IN THE CREATION OF ESTATES. WHICH MEANS WE CAN MOVE ON TO HIGHER LEVELS OF UNDERSTANDING. FOR INSTANCE THE NEXT PAGE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE STUDIED HARD. THE NEXT PAGE IS NOT DATA DENSE. I MYSELF DO NOT HAVE TO LOOK THIS PAGE HARD OVER LOOKING FOR ARCANE REMINDERS IN ORDER TO GET MY BEARINGS ON ITS INFORMATION'. - Writer's Comment Page 209 is the Page that has captured Dr. Particle's attention. Dr. Particle has been peering intently at, as it turns out, this very Page. I think, unless mistaken, that Dr. Particle has read the above introductory comment several times, the eyeballs slowly glinting over the same trajectory at least three times. Why, I can't say, except to suspect its meaning keeps shifting around like silly putty sleazing around an optical illusion somewhere within Dr. Particle's perceptions. Finally, Dr. Particle puts the sheet down and picks up a next one. This next one gets selected at random from among the many sheets spread in little groups around the table. I figure I'd better say something about this new Page, so I do as follows: "This Page shows how the very broad mass energy spread of the Rho meson can be calculated to its full width, from none other than the orbital sums of planets Earth and Venus, with the upper end of the Rho's mass and Charge spread found as being equivalent to the sum of the Earth at perihelion of orbit and Venus at perihelion, and the lower end of the Rho's mass learned via Earth at Aphelion and Venus at Aphelion. This of course refers to the Rho's mass energy equivalent, ie., MEV's. I think of such sums as real images, in the form of orbital diameters and band widths in the solar system, because again in such pictures, Earth and Venus are like bolo balls on opposite sides of the Sun, and the combo slides in and out along an axis and adjusts slightly to accomodate the differences in measured wavelengths between the two planet's Perihelions and Aphelions of orbit. Kind of hard to explain the picture, real easy to picture it in the mind, once you see how the mechanisms work, nonetheless". But, even as I'm forming more thoughts to make comment about this unique situation - these Rho particles correctly calculated to have a maximum range between a Positive Charge state at 754.8 Mev, and a Negative Charge state at 776.3 Mev, with an averaged mass energy equivalent of 765.4 Mev - Dr. Particle puts that sheet down and has another in hand. Ahh, this new sheet is NEWSY, think I. This new Page shows how the Pion particle, and the orbit of Saturn, are fundamentally related, in Hyperwave terms, through an interesting major understructure. This particular Page, on Saturn and the Pion particle, is three removed from the Page with the above noted Writer's Comment. This new Page is Page 212. The orbit of Hyperion - this being Saturn's outermost known Moon - is intrinsically involved, (shown by a sweeping orbital arc on Page 212). And so is the mass energy difference between the PROTON and the Neutron, also intrinsically involved. This mass split between these two basic nuclear particles is balanced throughout these pictures as consistently 1.2934805 MEV. What the former Page with Writer's Comment actually introduces is Page 210, not 209. Page 210 intends to show how certain high energy transformations look in a sequential SUN MODE, when compared to the visual look of naked Hyperwaves as found as solar orbits in SOLAR MODE. Nmemmonic constrasts between SUN MODE, SOLAR MODE, and a FORMULA MODE for the naked Hyperwaves, are hence made easier to fathom in their overall, I hope. Formula Mode means the actual algebraic equations used for the simple proportions. Each mode is a language found on this planet and formed from this planet's historical roots in religious and scientific philosophies, conventions, and practices. In interdimensional reality, methods for conveying similar information are far different than the planet's puny languages, which I had to learn the hard way, by doing it, just to be able to talk and write about the images and their logics. "After Page 212", I spontaneously begin to exlain anew; "the next three sheets reveal a Hyperwave connection between the elementary particle known as the Muon, and the Charged stable Pion particle. The stable Charged Pion is an important subatomic particle, and it turns up here inter-linking with the planetary orbit of Saturn, and also to the Neutron's binding energy. What I mean by the Neutron's binding energy, is the whole of the small quantity of mass energy difference between the Neutron and PROTON. Actually, all of these pieces are a total tight picture, though I've taken a slight bit of liberty in certain tolerances between data derivations, in this particular section". The secretary at this moment is now holding Page 210 up in the air and looking out to it, as if to read it by backlight coming from the sunlight through the in-sloping wide windows of this ocean liner's bridge command office. The sunlight is there because the circular tunnel opening up through the clouds is still overhead. The opening is still a towering column of pure air because the surrounding thick overcast has been burned by a ray of high frequency ionnic power. You could say there is a space tube through the clouds straight up to the blue sky above, and originating down here in the room I'm in. Of new interest is that the opening has drifted just enough, that the naked Sun is now sitting, incredibly, right in the very middle of it, at the very top of the tall opening through the surrounding circular wall of heavy dense and roiling layers of dark cloud which are even more than before now skudding low along the shores and the horizon. Small tunnel shaped fingers of black cloud keep dipping down toward ground and disappearing in a few seconds from the surrounding dense dark roils. I hopefully help the secretary by saying; "Different methods of, displaying inherent groupings of, (say), exotic electrons, show the potentials of a three ring circus, in trying for a formalized convention for discussing multiplex electron occurences, in Hyperwave particle parts". Oh boy did that sound aweful, think I, privately wishing something else had come out of my mouth instead of such a ridiculous statement. The reason for the breaks in the flow of my phrasing, is, that, because of the secretary's concentration, the words were accepted in the sectretary's consciousness a phrase at a time, rather than as a continuous idea. I can often feel the ... pressure build up ... when information is passing from me to another person, and am learning how to pace my talk, accordingly. Sometimes I have spoken a whole lengthy or complex paragraph to a person, only to have them smile and say they 'donta speaka no English', which of course is why the complete ease, no resistence at all from gravity of thought. With the secretary it is mostly easier because the secretary's inner thoughts don't seem to jump around like Mexican jumping beans; the secretary does not seem to be clinging to precious private beliefs or a system of knowledges maintained by constant doses of conceit, nor do the secretary's thoughts seem to keep switching like a strobe light from positive to negative and back again. Dr. Particle is different again, because Dr. Particle's inner thoughts, at least in these present moments, seem more like a bolo ball played by a slow motion rotating person who hasn't got the skill to keep the ball in a fluid motion. I don't READ the thoughts of these people, naturally - altho I could if essential - wouldn't want to for obvious reasons, the most obvious reason being that besides the thoughts I also get a person's garbage and bad vibes - the hidden dirty stuff which no one needs. What I instead sometimes get is the pulls and tugs, surges and releases, pushes and pumps, in an energy form as their thoughts internally change directions according to their characteristics of mood, emotions, beliefs, and prejudices, unlike mine which have become essentially constant and stable. When out of control, as with most people of the Earth, these movements do become conceits in people, as well as the related problem, paranoia, especially amongst the authority structures, and the police state criminal mind, also called Ceasar's Law in toto, a legacy of the past in case you didn't know, it means laws that have nothing to do with Reality. It will be nice when authority structures swing around to pure humanitarian instincts, and the police state criminal minds are dissolved, not to mention the anti-christ religeous structures, particularly those that worship the grisly corpse, the crucifix, as their fundamental idea of what's happening. How wrong can they get. And I immediately begin to think of all of that dark morbid despair called modern civilization of the planet, in contrast to Christ Principles in Reality. What a contrast... But I digress, prompted by a momentary coupling between the energy of the secretary's independent concentration, and Pee Wee Bong Bong's fired up mental infatuations. Pee Wee has otherwise been out of our picture for quite a few minutes. Keeping in mind the Christ Principles in Reality and the Absolute Source eminating from the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega, I begin to re-stablize, especially when I momentarily project an image of the Cube and Sphere of the Supreme Creators, and remember, through the turgid muck which had just partially roiled into my consciousness seconds ago when thinking of Ceasar's Law, that the Sun is sitting out there right in the middle of a vortex of dark cloud, and that stands in stark contrast to the existence of Ceasar's Law. Within a few seconds I am feeling rejuvinated within, to a point. I find myself thinking that in ideal circumstances, I should be able to walk into an auditorium, use a slide projector to project a few images on the wall, give a few quick interpretations, and walk back out, the job done. But not a chance. At this moment I can't even get into an auditorium, and am perhaps the only person who has ever been barred entrance to a public meeting of the Royal Astronomical Society, prevented from attending three times, in fact, was told I might prove an embarrasement to some of the members. Inter-dimensional compassion was enough motivation not for me to attend in light of this because there would be some there who would be open mindely interested in seeing facts in Reality, especially the revelation of a few Christ Energy Principles, but would instantly come under the terrible oppression and harm of the Royal Society's authority structures just for having listened, and compassion is such that I cannot bring any harm to innocent people when and where it can be avoided. Anyway, suddenly I have enough sense to see an impending little spiritual amnesia. It takes a couple of hard seconds to remember through the fuzz what I can do on the spot, and remember. And abruptly issue an internal command to DISSOLVE WRONG THOUGHT! Instantly, the thought current disconnects with a SPANG felt conjointly between the middle of my forehead and my groin area at the base of the spine, and old energy residue starts drifting away into uselessly long thin loose tangles, dissolving away very fast, being carried away in the planet's time stream. I can see the tangles within, drifting away. And am free of it. Such tangles, cast loose, get translated soon enough into pure forms of simple energy so you don't have to worry about where they go. So, now that I've got things back under control - as far as my inner monitoring is concerned - I now return to the task at hand, continuing with some more verbal aids for the secretary, saying... "There are no hard and fast rules in reality through which such informations as these, (I speak while indicating with a wave of my hand the sheets spread upon the table, the secretary glances down then back up), must be displayed on this planet, given this planet's local languages, and ambiant and ambiguous thought patterns. There is freedom of creative choice; whatever works serves well, in getting the message across on a Page and between listeners". 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 THE INTERDIMENSIONAL MOTHER SHIP 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 Things have changed, but, outwardly, not by very much. The secretary is still holding Page 212 to the backlight. This Page is entitled: 'FURTHER MUON STUDIES, TIED IN TO SATURN'S ORITS'. And Dr. Particle has jumped ahead to Page 211 which leads to yet another display in the cosmic viewscope. Meanwhile, I continue to interpret my reader friendly prompts for the secretary, who is still working on Page 212. I say... "Nothing whatever is lost if the solar orbits are dispensed with entirely, in this documentation. And the whole of the Hyperwave structure is dealth with exclusively as operating between physical and non physical states amongst elementary particles. Just as in recombinant RNA and DNA theory in genetic research, the wavelengths of particles and energy states can be interknit - added and subtracted as bits and pieces - to form wavelengths and mass energy equivalents of yet other elementary particles. These new compositions come out in a different organization then does the mere adding and subtracting of particle masses and their decay momentums, or conversely, just adding and subtracting their Compton wavelengths. When the wavelengths are recomposed, and worked back into Mass Energy equivalents, and visa versa, then an internal order can be seen in great detail, underlying the energy and mass map you already have on the office wall over there, but this time in Reality terms precisely predictive and precisely accurate, simply by knowing a few equations and how their mechanisms work. Variations of the equations, and certain different variables as inputs, produce the results. I had pointed to the right wall, which has on it an official hard core physics wall-sized layout of the elementary particle mass energy spectrum, everything from Electrons up to the Weak Vector Bosons - the W and Z boson superheavies. (I like that, because I've calculated those superheavies from Earth's eccentricity coupled with the Moon's orbit, and got two Pion's masses as a bonus, the two Pions found as the radius of the Earth in the equations, the mass energy split between the W and Z bosons being accomodated by the Moon's mean of orbit, when such things are viewed via the means of Compton wavelength equivalents. Meybe I'll have time this afternoon to mention it). Turning back to the glasstop table I continue to fill in missing interpretations for the secretary, saying: "In my viewpoint, a single constant conversion factor separates the two realms - the macro cosmic solar, and micro cosmic subatomic. The all purpose conversion factor is simply a magnetitude in the form of a pure proportion. Specifically it is simply 10 to the power 27. In other words; divide solar orbital distances by 10 to the power 27, and lo and behold there right in front of you, you are looking at subatomic particle wavelengths. Neat, huh?". Dr. Particle has apparently heard, and looks up but as if still in another world. Dr. Particle shifts both feet uncomfortably, shifting them one at a time after - I think this is true - trying to shift them both together. In a quiet resume for the secretary's benefit I resume speaking: "The conversion factor between Solar and Subatomic counterparts, or, in fact, recurrances, is simply a single all purpose transformation in magnetude, of 10 to the power 27. This is a ball park agreement with the magnetude difference, or ratio, between the gravitational force, and the so-called Elctro-weak force that was experimentally confirmed by the tough experimental proof of existence of the W and Z Weak Vector Bosons. The above stated conversion factor works such that the Compton wavelength of a mass energy particle; and the same wavelength as seen in the domain of Hyperwaves and Hyperwave Estates, converts the subatomic state of Hyperwaves to comparative solar orbits having identical intrinsic proportions, which are themselves recombinant to produce various parts as well as whole entities, such as solar orbits, or links between orbits, which turn out to be further identified as subatomic". The secretary has been politely nodding through all this talk, and I am not sure if the secretary is fathoming any of it. Anyway, I come at the moment to a momentary stall. But the secretary is suddenly nodding faster as if saying "yes, yes". So yes it is. I carry on, saying: "Why this happens I cannot say, yet. I don't really know, except that recurrancing principles and several global and local symmetry principles within different natures of the recurrances, come to mind as reasons. For instance sonic images (bands or orchestras) can be sonically projected for example at right angles from a loud speaker, or even around a corner to re-appear in another room down a hallway, and these are in fact acctual energy recurrances. What I CAN say, is that using solar orbits as, say, standardized in centimeter units, then when treated as if they are Compton wavelengths also in centimeter units, as when the orbits are simply universally converted by a magnetitude of 10 to the power 27, then the resulting solar orbits and orbital pieces now perfectly fit as the math Compton wavelengths of certain elementary particles. What is nice, is that it is the most important particles, the main street stuff, and not the kinky questionable material, only main street stuff, that is totally in the picture in this mangificent universal cosmic viewscope. Now, isn't that SOMETHING!", I say to the secretary, The secretary only nods, very slowly, while continuing to look upon Page 212. "So", I continue... "I strenuously suggest that the solar orbitals are fundamentally involved, somehow. It is THEY which allows certain Hyperwave connections amongst elementary particles to be most easily recognized in the first place, and then factored to such great detail. Including THIS"! I pick up a sheet and wave it in the air to gesture that the THIS is on that sheet. "A PROTON's Hyperwave is located within wavelength mathematics of several particles and their solar orbital counterparts, as shown beginning here, on Page 215". I point to a place on the sheet in my hand. Having exuberantly pointed to a place on sheet 215 in my hand, I begin to explain, with a summary as follows in brief... "One of the key factors in some of the Hypwerwaves, is the Neutron's binding energy, ie., its decay momentum portion, (missing the Electron), raised in power by the Fine Structure Constant, and, then, added to the mass of the PROTON. The resulting wavelength of this summed entity, whose mass energy value is 1045.35 MEV, as a Hyperwave is EXACTLY equivalent to the orbits of Earth at its Mean of orbit plus the Mean orbit of Mars, both added together and divided by two. In other words, the midplace between Mars at mean of orbit in winter with Earth at orbital mean in summer on the opposite side of the Sun, with the Sun in between, surrogating as some form of definative inner elementary particle nucleonnic or ionnic manifestation. A model is of two places on either side of a center; two places spanning the heart of particles. In this case, out to 1/2 the Mars orbit on one side of the Sun, and out to 1/2 the Earth orbit on the other side of the Sun, is the exact model. When I say Exact, I mean EXACT. Adding together these two solar orbits, using the best known up-to-the-minute values for the solar datas, gives a precisely accurate correlation to the subatomic conterparts. In this case the PROTON, plus the left over binding energy portion of the Neutron magnified by the Fine Structure Constant, matches in detail the best known up to the minute datas for the elementary particles. Do you see what I'm saying, this stuff can be seen to be mathematically synonymous without having to fudge a thing. All I need to do, is do the equations to the ultimate of accuracies, to see the correlations as self evident proofs. The more accurately I use up-to-the-minute datas from the most accurately existing Data Tables, ergo the more the mathematics correlate as absolutes, in self evident proof. Sort of like a self-filtering editor at work here. There is no room to roam around, the correlations are in extremely narrow windows of possible facts. So narrow, that it is impossible to find anything other than these perfect facts in and around these Hyperwave windows. Neat huh?". I can't help noticing that the reason why these last few sentences came out so strong, so lucid, so incomprehensible, so easily said, is because the secretary was not listening. When I had said; "spanning the heart of particles"; Dr. Particle had shot a quick glance to the particle chart on the right wall then turned straight back to join the secretary in examining Page 212, such that I suddenly finished off speaking specifically to air in the room. But I think the ideas describing the PROTON's Hyperactivity, new ideas that had just come straight through to explain certain things, are god enough, er, I mean, good enough that I quickly proceed to locate a pencil and a scrap of paper on a desk against the rear wall of the office, under a hanging wall picture of the 'Saint', and write a few pieces of the sentences that were just said to the secretary, including 'spanning the heart of particles', on the paper so I won't forget the essences within minutes, in case I want to use the ideas for revising some descriptions later. The secretary has somehow caught wiff of the prevailing drift, because suddenly the secretary has Page 215 in hand - didn't have to look for it, just bent straight to the glasstop table and zippo, whips the Page out from among one of the groups sitting around in little piles, no fuss, no muss, had it in hand on the very first try, a pure intuitive stroke of major magnetude, and says aloud: "What's this, this Page, this Page titled 'INTRODUCING THE PROTON HYPERWAVENESS'"? The secretary, in so speaking, has finally captured Dr. Particle's attention. Dr. Particle immediately abandons any further attempt at fathoming my meanings on Page 209, and dropping Page 209 leaves it to float down on its own to the glasstop table, spinning slowly on its own point of center all the way down, so as to take a long time to finally come to rest on the table. Dr. Particle leans close to the secretary to read, or at least look, at Page 215. Page 215 is one of my fun pages, because there is quite a lot of datas that have been presented in TABLE form. To the left side is an example of the basic equation for how the datas were factored in high school algebra form, using helpful coded terms, being used as a model to describe how one of the datas was factored. "Meybe you should read this Page over first", I suggest in a well meaning helpful tone of voice. So the two begin to. I've deliberately dressed this Page up with little side comments. For instance near the top upper left of this, Page 215, is the remark: 'Trust me when I report that when these equations are GENERALLY done one way, it is a NO NO'. Further on down the Page there is: 'And when the equations are specifically done another way, it is a YES YES'. I've also put several single comments in little frames at random places around the Page, the comments including such things as: ' INDEEDLY', 'WHISPERS', 'OVER HERE', 'BUSY', 'SURELY', 'YES', 'INNUENDOS', 'OVER HERE', 'LIKE BEES'. Little prompts like these seem to be popping up here and there amongst the datas, all over the Page. I call such prompts 'innuendos'. These prompts, rendered highlighted with standout artistic frames around them, are intended to more alert the alert reader to the fact that the datas as tabled, really do represent a remarkably detailed presence of the PROTON in Hyperwaves, as tied to the Charged versions of the stable Kaon particle, found bound in interactions involving Mars and Earth orbits. This TABLE has been factored to 7 digits of accuracy by accepting minute (really tiny) increments of change on certain solar orbits, of change so discreet, they do not equal, they ARE, the same as the Earth polar and equatorial radii, summed in whole integer multiples, to comprise hairline differences in the particular orbits involved. Hereupon I begin to think in brief (as if actually describing the nature of Page 215 to my audience). If talking aloud, it would be me saying:... 'One feature of these TABLES is that exact calculations phase in at a low end, and phase out at a higher end - which I've called 'FADE OUT ZONES' - through a list of more than ten demonstrated exact tiny quantities surrounding the PROTON mass. The logic of the sequence can be extended open endedly by any amount Up or Down. However, the results are only significant between the FADE OUT ZONES, which happen to correspond to precise particle aspects'. In my private inner thought arena I have unfortunately tripped out and am hallucinating a conversion at 90 miles an hour. This is not uncommon - to trip out and imagine conversation that is not actually happening. But for me it is a serious collapse in monitoring levels and when so tripped out, my sensitivities to a number of important cues are trampered with. Nonetheless, thought fantasies can balloon into place and rip snort around the corner sneaking right into you before you've even noticed the thoughts have begun. That's what is happening to me, right now, a real rip snorter of a conversation (or rather a dialogue) which is taking place entirely in a narrow confined little region more or less between my ears and out in space in front of my forehead. In this rip snorter, I can hear myself continuing to explain as follows:... 'The range between the FADE OUT ZONES, where the datas are to exact agreements, starts (Fades In) at the bottom end having the PROTON mass minus two Electrons, and ends (Fades Out) at the top end, at the Neutron mass. The binding energy of the Neutron minus an electron (to become the decay energy factor for the Neutron), and that factor minus another electron, are in the series, added or subtracted to the PROTON mass'. By this time I've mentally projected a picture of Pee Wee Bong Bong standing staring into a computer screen into which I've entered the pictures of this Page's particle datas, even though I am using a new kind of computer never before seen by humans, giving the goods straight across to Pee Wee. Dr. Particle stands in the background encouraging me on. Yes, this is quite a rip snorter, the inner fantasy is going full rev). The fantasy continues:... 'Now, this does sound technically detailed. However, Pee Wee, if you will stand closer over here and you too Dr. Particle, and look deeply into the stereoscopic viewscope to the image': I push a button and there is the image, formed as if a quick curtain has been cancelled in the screen as if by an instant in thought - (which of course it was). A vista is opening in the huge viewscope before us and I continue as before, saying; 'it is straight ahead. That's right, walk straight ahead until you come to the first particle. As you can see in looking around you, in the overall, things remain stably the same for the quantal increment that involve 10 occurances of discrete changes in orbital wavelengths associated with known Mev particle increments upon the PROTON's mass, each repeat reformance representing a discreet change of but at most 11 Earth radii, each separated by intervals of 2 or 3 multiples of the Earth radius at Polar or Equatorial exactnesses. See, there they are further out there, those tiny clusters, outlined as phantoms way out there along the base line. Hmmm, did I explain that right?'. I point to the clusters, applying the Farstar Super Joytoggle to zoom is a little closer to them. They grow larger, the Sun whips forward and grows large then whips beyond to stay behind us. The sensation is that we move further out along the image's base line but actually the image is moving closer to us. This is how motion is percieved in the fifth dimension in human consciousness; things distant seem to move forward to you when actually you are moving forward to things distant, when percieving Reality in the fifth dimension. But this, about dimensional perception, is only a side thought intruding in on the main thought, intruding because I have designed the Farstar imagizer to simulate Reality in terms of distance perceptions, but I can see I am digressing and let the intruding thoughts go, and turn again back to the main stream of the rip snorter, looking around to get my bearings, and see that Dr. Particle, the secretary, and Pee Wee Bong Bong are all standing alongside me as we all together look ahead in a kind of awe at what is before us. Nearly invisible spider wires (lines) representing geometrical gyres, are now visible by looking into the surrounding space - a little touch of extra special effect I've added into the image - guide the beholders a little closer to the truths of principles. And at the same time, both sensed and heard are beautiful powerful sounds of the Cosmic. Around, stored in the distances, other gyres and other phantom constructions can be seen far off, ready to be brought forward for explanation, or to transport the beholders to, when necessary. The gold white spider wire gyres lacing space are interesting both for what they do contain, and do not contain, in a construction. For example some subatomic particles (er, rather, constructions) are formed with opposites to the solar. For instance a solar construction is perfect in a gyre with a NEW Moon and multiples of a given radius involved, whereas subatomically, FULL Moon orbital equivalents in otherwise similar constructions are found to be the significant factors. But these examples are amongst those on hold, off to the sides of our present viewing angle. In the rip snorting fantasy, I continue to explain to Dr. Particle and Pee Wee Bong Bong and the secretary that: 'In conversion, those phantom planets you can see ahead in those large linear clusters up ahead account for fractional whole integer amounts of the Electron's mass, and pieces of the Neutron's binding energy; see, those subclusters in lineal strings with little signs overhead saying HYPER NEUTRON BINDING FRAGMENTS, mmm, I don't like those signs let me erase them, (I can do it with a flick of this Joytoggle or do it by thought for that matter), there, the signs are gone; but the mechanical subclusters remain as if in a revelation, as discreet values added and subtracted to the PROTON. But, I am starting to think in a circle, repeating myself and get out of THAT kink. Then have to figure out where I was, and remember, and continue anew, saying... Oh, yeah, with the PROTON as the mid point, the minus portion of the series has a Moon orbit as a FULL Moon added. You can see this orbital extension as plain as day, out there further ahead'. I point ahead to where a FULL Moon's orbit extends further out beyond us at chest high level, but I don't bother zooming the beholders any further along the base line. The perspectives I have spontaneously set up are already good enough for the purposes. We are on the 'Summer' side of the Sun. Beyond the linear clusters at the end of the Moon's orbit stands a 'Summer' Mars, looking small out at the end of the line in a steady state conjunction with all of the objects all the way back behind us out to the 'Winter' Mars, or is it EARTH, on the far other side of the Sun, along the single base line of the hyperwave PROTON construction. And then I think to say (still in the rip snorting fantasy); 'For a fact, stereoscopic images are worth thousands of words. But, without the Farstar Creative Imagizer, to see the page as it already exists on the glasstop table is to still understand implicitely the relationships'. Hey HEY, I've been drifting a long way in private thoughts. Holy smoke I just now come back to my senses and can see the glasstop table right out HERE in the open in the 3rd dimension known as the physical, here in the office aboard the luxury cruise ship. I had sailed into a random fantasy into the 4th dimension that had obliterated time, place, and space in the movement in consciousness. It is definately apparent that I still lack some experience in staying power, staying aware, in a high rev environment such as this physics office. My abrupt disconnection from the fantasy, this time, feels almost like a brain chatter, the kind bumpily felt in the pituitary which comes while an earthquake is actually happening somewhere on the Earth that strikes fear in a lot of people. This time of course no earthquake, no fear, only the bumps from an abrupt internal frequency jump initiated by myself. Interestingly, the difference between such a fantasy, and revelation imparted through higher consciousness, is that this was all fantasy, this was mine alone, an illusion. We are here in the office aboard the luxury liner with me in a line looking past Dr. Particle who is looking past the secretary and we all three are looking at Page 215 in the secretary's hand. Odd enough that this mechanically duplicates the viewing arrangement of the preceding fantasy where myself, Dr. Particle, and up front Pee Wee, were standing in a line looking ahead of us to a cluster of planet lineups extending outwardly ahead of us. First up ahead was the 'Summer' Earth, beyond which were two linear clusters of planets each with several subclusters, all in phantom outlines made of intensly glowing intensly thin spider wires in geometric constructions called gyres, separated at arm's length from each other by the Moon's mean of orbit. And distantly beyond that was Mars in its 'Winter' location. A label saying EARTH, was coming and going as the Earth slowly rotated. By looking closely, a similar label saying MARS was to be seen on Mars. Until I knocked out the labels to make things seem more like a revelation. At that moment the glorious Sun was moved out of the way unseen behind us. But, I know the problems with such fantasies, prevalent in the corruptions of this planet, are that you the persona are in control of every other character, having them enact your will, and you can create any image of a universe you like, even if it rudely violates laws of a Universe already in structure as established by higher beings. You are NOT SUPPOSED to invent your own universe, of course, but this is exactly what most people try and do, particularly in their prayers. Principles that are so crudely invented are false, obviously. I remind myself that I have to be moreways careful not to let this planet run in chaos with my capabilities. Back in the physical present in the office, a comment written on the physical Page numbered 215, which both Dr. Particle and the secretary read together, is a large comment done by hand at the last possible moment yesterday by me, and it is: 'For reference, the Compton Wavelength of the PROTON is officially: 2.103089334 X 10 to the -14 cm, The Compton Wavelength of the Neutron is: 2.100194079 X 10 to the -14 cm, and NOTHING is found BEYOND the FADE OUT ZONES'. "Playful", says the secretary, finally reading through the last of the scattered prompts, which are: 'BEST VALUES ARE HERE!', which refers to the PROTON mass as increased by added energy increments equalling several different multiples of 1/3 fractions of Electron mass equivalents as well as the discreet pieces of the Neutron's binding energy; and; 'NOT SO TIGHT!', which refers to similar Electron related energy quotients but subtracted rather than added from the PROTON's mass. It means the series, between the PROTON and Neutron mass, is perfectly exact as far as steps go. The series down to minus two Electron masses is ever so slightly blurred in part. I don't know if a final resolution is to be expected here, pending further minute evaluations of the fundamental physical constants. But let me not drift around the waste bucket, let me get on with the purposes. "Yes', I reply, after conciderable delay, to the secretary's word 'playfull'. 'I agree", says Dr, Particle. Actually, Dr. Particle is now looking onto Page 216, it was moved out into the open when the secretary had first scooped Page 215 in a perfectly correct intuitive grab from the midst of one of the groups of Pages which are at this moment looking more and more scattered around the top of the glasstop table. Page 216 is not very different than any of the other Pages, other than 215, but what I have to do is verbalize something in the way of an expanation for Page 216, because it is not so easily gained by a glance, even by me. Right away, I start thinking of what I should, could, would, say about it. And so, the private thoughts begin again. They begin hard and fast starting with: 'This Page is the blueprint version of the TABLES on Page 215. What I've intensionally done here, on Page 216, is to draw a rough draft of a particular local part of the solar system, as always in these documents with the Sun in central location toward the right, the orbits of the planets noted along a straight line which I term the base line, with segments or pieces of orbits drawn in straight lines above and below the base line, visually in effect like the schematics of an electronic circuit'. (This time there is no scenerio in my fantasy. This time it is strictly words forming in chambers of hard thought within my mind, as felt centered in a tickling throat, and projected forward in front of the face. This time there is not even a target audience for the hard thoughts. Only words, void of the sound of my voice, wrapped around a small little area at the base of the brain which is rapidly heating up. A genuine planet bound EGO wrap in other words, deceptively close to pure intuition levels, but without a connection to useful purposes. If a device were at hand that could record such thought, in playback a listener would have learned more about solar orbit locations. But without such means to externalize the contents, in such ego wrap the contents are locked within myself but elsewhere on the planet there may be people dreaming dreams or daydreams they may not understand, whose source are titillations generated by my present ego wrap. Not a desirable situation). Blithly I think on . . . . 'In this case - in this drawing on Page 216 - the eccentric locations of Mars at Aphelion, Mean, and Perihelion of eccentric orbit are noted on the left of the Page, called 'Winter' location, and again at the right of the Page, called 'Summer' location, with the Earth orbit (plus the Moon orbit) (a full Moon relative to the Sun) at a 'Summer' location, and the Sun to the left of the Earth on the base line. To the left of the Sun is a point marking one half the orbital sum of the Earth's and Mars' orbits. This one half orbital sum is the same as the midpoint between a Mars 'Winter' location, and an Earth 'Summer' location. To complete the schematic, changes of tiny discrete amounts equaling the Earth's radius as well as the Moon's radius, are added and subtracted to the Moon orbit, in the fashion of spectrum bar lines on either side of a center marker . . . . but actually these descrete extra bits may not be necessary, they come from another idea that is totally correct involving Upsilon Meson particles . . . . the fantasy skids over the hiccup and carries right on... 'In this single drawing, the Moon orbit is shown by a point and is marked by a plus factor (+) on the outer side of Earth's mean of orbit in 'Summer' location. As was otherwise said its a full Moon. From the location of the jitterbugging of radii size at the end of the Moon orbit, stretching back across the drawing to the eccentric local point of the aphelion of Mars in 'Winter', are orbit intervals tied in, which are indeed proportionate to the resulting Compton Wavelengths of the PROTON when the PROTON's mass energy is hiked or diminished by pieces of multiples of the Electron, and Neutron's binding energy factor, and certain of these factors raised in power by the Fine Structure Constant. When translated into elemental wavelengths, orbital datas within this viewscope reach the upper FADE OUT ZONE at a mass energy plateau EQUAL and equal ONLY, to the mass of the Neutron, and at the low end FADE OUT ZONE at a reduction equal to the mass energy of the PROTON minus TWO masses of the Electon . . . . 'Neat! A reason of another kind, for the existence of the Neutron. Of course this only summarizes the gists. The details are far more intricate. Namely, it is intricate because the mass energies (hence Compton wavelengths) of Charged Kaon elementary particles are shown as also bound in the relationships found in the above grouping arrangement involving solar planetary orbits. The most knowledgeable fact is that the series extends between the PROTON plus the Neutron's binding energy, down to the PROTON minus two electron's. Of further note, the series still works to a 100% accuracy if the solar orbitals are dispensed with entirely, and only particle Compton wavelengths are involved'. This personally endured monologue has been quick paced but long drawn out - too long by far - a private reverie in the imaged vocalizing thought jungle of my headspace, with me in there toward the end in a pace of rapid tongue chatter, giving the above quick rundown of the essence of this particular part of my overall intersystems disclosures, to Dr. Particle, or the secretary, or anyone else who might be listening in from the background. As said, this has all taken place in my private thoughts, in the silence of no one speaking in the room. It IS getting murkier and murkier. Oops and oops again, I have to be careful not to hack myself into a collapse in awareness in consciousness. It's time for me to get a grip on things and quit these private ramblings because they don't do anybody in the room or surrounding harbour area any good. If any of the thoughts had occurred in certain frequencies, those who are telepathic could have heard (read) my voice (thoughts) but would not necessarily have understood the contents. See, no real good. Don't misunderstand, inter dimensional communication is part and parcel of Reality. However, significant events are only served when the contents are perfect, and the communication has real purpose that works Upstairs returning back into the higher reaches of Cosmic and Intergalactic Inter- Planetary affairs. Yipe! In an instant I am wide awake again. Now that I've woken up again, first thing I do is immediately switch out of self monitoring mode and pay more attention to the secretary and Dr. Particle. Naturally, other monitoring modes in me remain open, part of the 110 senses of my greater being are at work, always. For instance, I feel more sting from conflicting thought frequencies in the room, and a distant downsink in one direction, (in the direction of Pee Wee Bong Bong), and also a sort of exhilatory uplift in another (in the direction of the secretary). Plus other things, of course. And so now here we are, we three, back in the world of the third dimension as Dr. Particle begins to read aloud some of the textwork found along with straight line schematics on Page 216. Dr. Particle reads as follows: "'HYPERWAVE INTER-CONNECTIONS BETWEEN THE PROTON AND THE NEUTRON'". This happens to be the title of the Page. "Not a bad title, I would say", says Dr, Particle, casting a quick glance in my direction then continuing to read my handwritten prompts aloud: " 'Let's get the subject up on the cosmic viewscope. How does the PROTON's Hyper activity look in the solar system' "? This piece of text (the prompt just read aloud by Dr. Particle), is at the top of the sheet. Below that section is 'Mars in 'Winter' location' in further text, which Dr. Particle reads aloud as follows: " 'PROTON Hyperwave range occupies this portion, between Mars Aphelion and 1/2 orbit point of the Earth Mean/Mars Aphelion orbital sums. The whole portion, between the Aphelion of Mars in 'Winter', and the Mean of Earth in 'Summer', is the Charged Kaon particle's Compton wavelength range, so this specific part in the Hyper range spectrum is factored in full, rather than to the 1/2 orbit parts. Don't forget that 1/2 orbits are found in the intermix regions of gyres' ". Oops, Dr. Particle is scratching a thick curly area on the back of the head, the scratching seems to be homing in around the crown and it wouldn't surprise me at all if that crown is subliminally tingling from the inside. I know that my crown is subliminally tingling from the inside, right now, but I also know why. And if I held my hand up over my crown, I would feel a kind of fuzzy heat, or perhaps you would call it a kind of fuzzy electrical tingle, in my hand. Now, I am fully aware that this, above - the decription of Page 216, can only sound like garble, or worse, to someone who does not actually have the sheet with the drawings in front of them. In fact, Pee Wee abruptly turns from the computer and gives what can only be called a dirty look, and abruptly turns back to the computer. But this is not how Dr. Particle and the secretary are reacting. Both are working together on this Page; the sectretary holding the large sheet steady, and Dr. Particle running a thick forefinger back and forth, following the different lines to where they end with little handwritten notes interpreting them. The secretary and Dr. Particle kind of mutter between themselves as they do this and I can't really hear what they are saying because it is in hushed voices though not the voices of conspiracy but rather from focused thought. I sense though that the mutterings are friendly towards my information. Finally, Dr. Particle as if drawing a long breath steps back and with head rising back says; "Lookin' good. I'm not saying its right ! But, then, why would it be wrong in principle? This is going to take some elaborate scrutiny, I hope you realize. But I must say it is indeed intriguing, before anything can be said by the experts. Did I say 'indeed'? I hate the the word indeed I mean it is DEFINATELY intriguing". "Rightly so, Dr. Particle", I reply also drawing a long breath. "Uh huh', says the secretary drawing a quick breath. "Hmmm? is also heard, along with a long drawn breath on the outgo, the kind of breath blown through pursed lips to cool soup on a hot platter. The 'hmmm' is from Pee Wee Bong Bong, who is pondering an alacritously mobile mathematical symbol that has just constructed itself of several colored tatters on the computer screen. And now it keeps zigging, on the screen, when it should have been zagging, the miszags obvious by the expression on the face and in the body of the world famous Dr. Pee Wee Bong Bong. It looks like Pee Wee Bong Bong is going to go nuts, trying to get a prized computer of the world to do work for a two-page overdue paper for publication, a paper on one of Pee Wee's current proclaimed theories on how to create a universe from an explosion of intelligence just like Pee Wee's. At least, I think this is Dr. Pee Wee's intention. At this moment, Pee Wee has resumed whizzing over the keys like a virtuoso playing superfast jazz. Except the symbol seems to have ziggzagged itself right out of existence right out of the upper corner and has gone to visit another idea, because Pee Wee can't get it back, and Pee Wee now has another problem; road rodents are starting to eat their way into the background patterns of the green colored screen which are even now becoming more remarkably psychedelic like dope smoke by the second, even as the eerie holes in Pee Wee's theory in the pixels are growing with each passing grunt from Dr. Pee Wee Bong Bong. Very quickly the screen is being absented of any meaningful content. At last, when all is gone and the screen is blank, Pee Wee gives in, and slams a fist hard onto the reset button. "What do you mean? 'rightly so"? This is Dr. Particle addressing me for a second time. I hadn't heard the first. "I meant, I'm glad you noticed". It is me speaking, to Dr. Particle, resuming a connection to real time in the room with these people here. It seems a couple of thoughts have gone on the fly right by me in the inuendoes of silent space, but not so apparantly, they connected correctly with Dr. Particle, for Dr. Particle replies; . . . "Oh, yes noticed. But don't get your hopes up for a grant. I've only said NOTICED!". Dr. Particle is looking at me, but the view is askew as Dr. Particle is trying to adjust a pair of eyeglasses which have begun to slowly descend down the nose toward the nose end over the brief duration which has just passed. Dr. Particle is trying to do this adjustment with one hand, working on one side of the glasses, and every eyeglass wearer knows that good one handed adjustments of loose fitting eyeglasses aren't easy. "And I notice that I've never said I was looking for a grant", I respond to Dr. Particle, my muscles subliminally ready for an askew look back through Dr. Particle's askew eyeglasses. No, I won't do it. Instead, I take a slow step sideways. It is probably worth noting that Dr. Particle's glasses are the kind which have a subtle rose colored tint in the lenses. At the moment, after the adjustment, these glasses are slipped down on the opposite side of the face from before, too far. "Then why have you come here", asks Dr. Particle, looking up quickly sideways through the eyeglasses, head twisting to accomodate the abberated tilt of the lenses. "Suckamolie", mutters Dr. Particle under the breath and adjusts the eyeglasses one more time, this time by the simple expediency of shoving the pair up the nose with a forefinger, and continues; . . . "where is this leading to? what is the purpose of your grant?". (The problem with the glasses is that Dr. Particle has started to sweat, some, in the ionnic heat radiating down from on high straight overhead). The secretary and I cast quick glances to each other. Dr. Particle's conversations have a tendency to end just before they start, right in the middle, one sentence at a time. "Dr. Particle", I sez, "I was hoping you would find the subject of interconjunctivity between the Sun and the PROTON interesting, since the subject relates to your field, elementary particles, and a working aquaintance with astrophysics and Cosmic evolution theories". This evokes a long pause from Dr. Particle, who rocks back and forth on the ball of one foot, and then the other, stabbing the loose eyeglasses up into the bridge of the nose several times with the same forefinger as if to focus that famous ray-like stare which is back in place, until Dr. Particle suddenly snatches the loose eyeglasses and giving them one quick bend puts them back in place and they seem to fit perfectly. Dr. Particle looks up and says; "boy the problems when you loose a little weight". Dr. Particle looks back down to the glasstop table to my sheets which can be seen lying there clearly again through the glasses, then suddenly announces; "VERACITY!, YES!, you want VERACITY! But I can't GIVE that to you. I can't spare even one good grad student, to whom to give your paper to. They are ALL busy with projects". (It looks like its Dr. Particle's turn to feel some dander). Dr. Particle continues, after quickly stabbing the glasses hard up two more times, as if this is somehow capable of focusing an idea; "we're trying at the moment to narrow in on the illusive Ether Rigging Boson, THAT, eveyone is looking for. We anticipate that we might be the first with an announcement"; Dr. Particle announces with a pleased expression. "For, or against". This is me, speaking in what was meant to be a joke. The secretary finds it amusing, but not Dr. Particle. "I think for, or against, says Dr. Particle. "We simply don't know yet". "Err, how much is all this costing"? ask I, obviously prompted by a strange intuitional hunch that came from nowhere, so obviously it came from Dr. Particle. The answer starts slow from Dr. Particle's mouth, first with; "Okayyy, well, let's seeee. We are at last in place in line using the Tri-Trillatron MEV Super Circle Super Conductor Super Collider at Mustardball Flats. At least, that's what we effectionately call the Circle. Its actually in a large open valley, on the other side of the continent. Its obviously a lot small than we originally intended but new engineering physics solved the problem of sheer size. But that you know"; says Dr. Particle taking my question seriously. Any Pages being held have been dropped back onto the glasstop table and each of us three are currently leaning against the table at different angles and reposes. Pee Wee is hunched, as before, at the computer, doing keystrokes, evolving through states of the art at the work station. So far all there is in the screen is a small red dot moving slowly around in lazy random circles, something it is not supposed to be doing judging from the advanced degree of Pee Wee's hunch, the pigeon wings in Pee Wee's back seem further sticking out in the air than ever through the sweatened-gummy tee shirt. Dr. Particle continues; "I personally don't like the terms GEV or TEV's, so I stick with old, familiar, MEV's. And now with the new booster rockets, err, bottom booster, err, expanders extending our top range to 53 Kilometers in circumpherence, and, given the extremely high number of Electrons and Positrons, or else PROTONs and Anti-PROTONs, PROTONs are much messier when slammed together but are much more delightful, we can now accelarate to all extents and purposes to the speed of light. Don't forget this is the NEW design after the collapse of the original Super Collider project in Texas, new smaller accelarator concepts were tried, and now we are up to THIS!" Dr. Particle points to a large photo on the wall which has a label stating MUSTARDBALL FLATS across the bottom, and continues: At top speed any variance up there at the upper ranges we can accurately measure as due to gravitational tide as the Moon passes overhead everyday. But we can compensate, and with what we can circle in opposite directions and store in nearby connecting rings till needed, we are running at budget at several million dollars a day, even after our budget was dramatically slashed by the boom fairies up on the hill at Capital City". "You're in charge of this"?, I ask. "Every cent", is the reply of Dr. Particle, obviously fast aroused to a state of patriotic pride nonetheless in the responsibility. This is evidently Dr. Particle's league. The big time. I was aware of this but hadn't been aware of how leaguish. Neither had the secretary, apparently. The secretary looks surprised at the scope of what has just been said. "Millions a day, just to run the thing"?, the secretary asks. "We've been keeping the figures low keyed, because of the media, but, yes, that's for our side of it. I haven't got immediate figures on what the room temperature nuclear fusion reactor is costing, (my eyebrows feel like they leave on a special journey of their own, sneaking up over the surface of my skin instead of stuck to it, in thinking to myself trying to create some extra humor for myself. This WAS a surprise, I had no idea a secret reactor was involved in this well publicized project). "The final figures haven't come in on this booing goose of a reactor's construction overruns, nor on its daily operational overbudgets. Fortunately we haven't had to outplace too many scientists - fire them in other words - in fact we are really lucky because our whole team is still intact". . . This is Dr. Particle freely volunteering this information but with wrinkles of discontent appearing to shadow several parts of the expression on Dr. Particle's face. In spite of the fade in joy, it is obvious that Dr. Particle has a likeable sense of humor, long and sly, rather than that of a stand up comedian. I like it. "Actually, it's not merely nuclear anymore, we're getting resonances out of it instead of old fashion fusion. The energy is supposed to be cheaper, but...". And here I had come, originally thinking of asking if I could put the bite on Dr. Particle or any available collegue for five dollars for a meal in the cafeteria of the ship, since I am sincerely flat broke today, seven cents in pocket, is what it came down to when I finally made it onto the gangplank. "Can I borrow five dollars. I need to buy a meal", I ask Dr. Particle. "What?", is what Dr. Particle says. Then reconciders; "there is an automatic coffee robot in the other office. You're welcome to help yourself. We ask that everybody pitch in 50 cents per cup, to help pay costs. The coffee is imported from a collegue in Kenya, fresh roasted, freshly ground in the robot's mouth, etcetera". "I'll buy you a cup", says the secretary. "Thank's, I appreciate that", say I the eager. Now just then Dr. Particle crosses to a large PBX on a desk against a curved wall opposite the ship's wide forward sloping windows and pushing a button speaks; "if you are there would you please bring in a cup of coffee ... make that two cups ... no, better make that three ... oh what's the difference please bring in four cups of coffee". Following right on this Dr. Particle takes a thick wallet from a hip pocket, flips it open, looks through the thickest section rifling the lettuce, pulls out a two dollar bill, drops it on the desk beside the PBX, and returning the wallet to hip pocket returns to the glasstop table the business all settled. Now, then, here is the situation. Dr(s). Particle and Bong Bong are obviously still here, Pee Wee Bong Bong still hard at work at the work in progress on the overdue two-page paper. And Dr. Particle has assumed a new project, which is trying to skoot the large sheets on the glasstop table around into proper visual order. The visuals of each sheet aren't a reliable clue as to each Page's lineup, is the problem. The secretary in the interim watches Dr. Particle, as I keep casting glances to the outer office doorway wondering if there is a real robot. And suddenly, around the corner, in through the doorway, in it comes. What a surprise! It looks bulgy, but otherwise like you might expect. It has a tray supported up and out in the air upon which are the four steamy cups of coffee plus small jugs for cream and sugar. There is absolutely not a twitch or jiggle as the robot procedes forward to the desk. I am impressed. I've never seen one in action like this to this level of sophistication. There is even a chance that this one actually ground the coffee fresh in its mouth, judging from the way the mouth parts are constructed. After my first shot of amazement, I begin to see more, that this device is perhaps more a toy than an assembly line product, made, perhaps, by one of the bright young enterprisers passing extra time in one of the back rooms of Dr. Particle's Tri-Trillatron particle accelarator, perhaps it had recently been entered in a contest at some university. I am at this point quite close to the robot. Dr. Particle hasn't noticed at all, its arrival, and the secretary has only glanced over once, probably seen it before. The robot slowly lowers the tray safely to the desk, then demonstrating its first glitch, it raises its empty arms, lowers them again to the tray, and then starts to bump bump bump thump lightly against the tray, disturbing the cups of coffee. I have to get over there fast, fast moving the tray out of harms way. In doing so I bump lightly against the robot, and, as if a needle or lazer scan had bumped to a new groove, a bug, a dead pressed moth carcass falls, from somewhere within the robot, to the floor and the robot is back on track, turning with a machine-like precision in professionalism back toward the outer office and is proceeding with nary a twitch or jiggle toward the outer door when ouch it bangs straight into the doorframe, backs up, speeds up, and this time zips out the door and around the corner. The only sound it made this whole time was an air cooling fan, not the kind of fan found in old fashioned PC computers but the revised form made of a baby bottle brush when closed into a loop so that the bristles travel faster on the outer side of the spin than on the inner so that air HAS to move through it, with only a soft rush of air noises to tell of the soft but powerful airflow. While so close to the robot just seconds ago, an extra glint of metal sheen had caught my eye. It was a self adhesing label, stuck not quite perfectly straight on one of the polished front bulges. I had had time to read this pre-printed label, thinking it must be either operating or circuit instructions. But I was wrong. The label said: There once was a robot named Roy who wanted to build a new toy Roy fussed and Roy fiddled Roy fumed and Roy diddled but all Roy could make was a boy. "Lots of milk"?, I shoot across to Dr. Particle while holding up the little milk jug. "Let's try it without, the milk's usually sour", Dr. Particle shoots back. "You"?, I say to the secretary. "Touch of cream", the secretary says. "And how about you, Pee Wee, er, Dr. Bong Bong, ah ... Pee Wee"? "Bring me the things of cream and sugar", Pee Wee says through the back of the head, sort of, without turning around. Pee Wee's head has been getting more closely bent to the computer screen than ever, during these moments, and what it looks like is Pee Wee is trying several things with the computer's mouse. This is not program stuff, Pee Wee is re-writing the machine language, trying to get the mouse to do new things through the machine's software. "Self taught"?, I shoot over to Dr. Bong Bong as I approach, the several objects on the tray I carry twitching and jiggling ever so slightly in otherwise rock steady hands, as I step carefully but quickly across the yellow brick carpet. "Computer Sciences. One of my Master degrees", Pee Wee answers softly, mostly concentrated on the screen which is filled with the hard core stuff - rows and columns of letters and punctuation, in black and white, i.e. monochrome. But there is a color touch added, which I now guess Pee Wee has put in. Instead of the drollness in rotely deleting blocks or fragments of code, Pee Wee is operating via a HIT button. But instead of erasing the text as by a sonic explosion or video game sound effects when the HIT button is hit, Pee Wee has additionally optioned several keys to operate as the controls for firing missles, tanks, ammo, little grinning galaxies, even a grinning little monkey, each such missives knocking off a letter, word, a block, or exploding a block out of the picture. Pee Wee winding up to this task, has now begun rattling upon the computer's keys like a pro in a game store, occasionally pausing to whip the mouse around, or to give its heavy giant topside metal marble a turbo roar of motion with the palm of a sweeping hand. We are panning and zooming at will here. Seems to be things at least a dozen feet across are in storage. Things are firing in and doing their thing as if at random from any angle. This tends to be impressive, if impressive is what you want, the way Pee Wee is handling the controls, but they don't seem at the moment appropos to the two-page paper. But then again, I don't really know. I just give Pee Wee the coffee, with the jugs, after first nipping a bit of the cream for the secretary, and a big swack of it for myself, and leave Pee Wee to concentrate on trying to find the coffee cup blind by groping the air without lifting either eye from the computer screen. The secretary takes the cup I hand over, and, sipping a bit, says; "ah, nice tasting", then, holding the cup by a thumb looped through the fingerhole turns back to watch Dr. Particle. Dr. Particle looks up as I come round the table, carefully takes the cup from my hand, takes a sip, clears a small space for the cup by moving aside one of the groups of paper on the glasstop table and once the cup has been safely put down, pours a good ounce of milk into it, and turns back to the job at hand. Safely is a key term in here, because, due to other concentrations Dr. Particle had first actually set the cup too close to the edge of the glasstop table and caught the full cup just as it had slipped and was heading toward the carpet, caught it from the underneath, without spilling a drop, a dexterous move of skill and intuition which both the secretary and I notice. But not an emergancy enough to distract Dr. Particle away from working over my papers. Of a sudden I depart the table and stride forth motivated to take a look out the windows, see what the weather is like. And watch. Slowly sipping the coffee. A few minutes pass. I feel a prompt from Dr. Particle's thoughts and come back to stand by the glasstop table, thinking of what I've just seen outside the ship's windows. As if there is nothing really to do, as if wanting to drink the coffee more, the secretary wanders over to the wide sloping foward leaning windows of this luxury liner, gazes forth, sipping. Since Dr. Particle (and Pee Wee) seem very busy I move back to stand alongside the secretary by the windows. "You should see what's happening to the clouds, it's amazing!"; the secretary suddenly exclaims beyond me to the busy Dr. Particle. When standing at the glasstop table, a quick glance to the windows reveals to Dr. Particle only a dense looking low, dark, and fast moving overcast, with a noticable long cigar-like roll along the low horizon. It doesn't quite look like a natural cloud. Even so, Dr. Particle backs off after a moment to reconnoiter. "Looks like rain, what's amazing, that's the forecast", says Dr. Particle with a touch of grumpyness, probably from being interrupted, and turns back to trying to specifically fit the 208th to 228th Pages in proper order by visuals, pulling out one Page and inserting another into the fan of large sheets taking shape on the glasstop table, then doing the reverse, pulling out the second sheet and putting back the first. "You should put Page numbers on your pages, you should always put Page numbers in the upper lefthand corners of your Pages so your documentations can always be kept in order", mutters Dr. Particle to me. This is borderline to being a rebuke to my, ah, competence. There are now many sheets spread out helter skelter. None of these Pages could be said to follow a clear cut sequence, one to the next, like text book Pages would. Most all of the right side Page corners are momentarily hidden from view. "The Page numbers are in the upper right hand corners in sequence up there in the right hand corner", I state straight across from the windows to Dr. Particle, hopefully with voice devoid of vibrations other than those of pure information. "So they are, so they are', acknowledges Dr. Particle, after studying the fan on the glasstop table for a long moment. Dr. Particle, takes a quick moment to re-arrange the fan so that most of the right hand corners rather than the left, are exposed. This takes a moment. There is no metaphysical reason why the Page numbers are on the right. The reason is physical and geared to the 3rd dimensional world. When on the left, the Page numbers are very hard to read when photocopies of the sheets are stapled together. Suddenly in a flurry of manouvers, Dr. Particle shift shift shift re-arranges several more Pages in quick succession. Several get shunted aside, I notice. One more Page gets inserted into the fan, whereby Dr. Particle leans closer to study the handywork on that Page. Suddenly, Dr. Particle exclaims; "suckapooie", and whipping that last sheet back out, sticks it in somewhere else, and taking a sheet from that new spot, sticks it into the vacant slot. "No, that's not right", says Dr. Particle after further study, "two hundred and forty four ALLWAYS follows two hundred and forty three". And Dr. Particle makes the correction. Pee Wee Bong Bong seems to have come to a stall in the work in progress. The screen of the computer, weirdly tinted, sits nearly blank with something flashing On and Off in metallically changing color hues in a little extra view window. Pee Wee is rapidly thumbing through a thick manual, flipping several pages at a time till something is found, which Pee Wee studies reading close into it following part of the print with a little finger held upside down. Apparently there is another instruction to find. In haste Pee Wee drops the first manual to the floor to grab another which is much thicker and formidable looking - one in the long row of blue binders on a shelf that stretches away to the far wall at knee height. Now, Pee Wee flips into this thicker manual via several wads first turned with enough fury that some pages get torn, then whip whip whip whip goes backwards single pages at a time till a message is reached that Pee Wee studies intently. Wowee Pee Wee, eyes pingponging from this computer manual to the computer terminal, back to the manual, back to the terminal, executes a few deft strokes in slow smoking haste tap ... um ... tap tap ... um um ... and waits. What happens, after suitable processing time, is that the color tint on the screen shifts, abruptly. Pee Wee sits, staring at the screen. After about 30 seconds Pee Wee says "Shit"! Pee Wee doesn't know it but right now Pee Wee is out of the main picture. Pee Wee's thoughts, and the thoughts of the free universe, are running counter productively only Pee Wee doesn't know it. "Hmmm, that's strange, the cloud is gone", says the secretary close onto 30 seconds later. I have been watching Pee Wee and have my back to the windows. But I know this (or rather that) cloud. I was watching it earlier, when there was no one else at the windows, sipping my hot coffee there, and what I saw was something no one else saw, no one else physically here in the room but me saw it. And that was by an intuitive prompt, ie. when Dr. Particle and the secretary were sipping coffee and getting the next scene ready I suddenly had a strong desire to see what the outside world looked like, through these windows, I was thinking strongly of what the weather might be like. And went straight over for a look out the windows. Briefly what happened is, this long low roll of cigar-like clouds had formed gradually out of the overcast. It had formed in a low layer or ridge that was in another of the line squalls rolling in. This cloud when first formed, when first I watched, had first seemed out of place but was drifting toward us in the fast moving overcast. However, as I watched, what I saw is that part of the cloud, of a darker color, had been subtely moving countrary to the prevailing scud of the overcast. But not in a different direction. It turned out its motion was stationary and the clouds were moving around it, spilling over its outlines as if banging up against a solid, so that the ragatag nature of the overcast took on, then abandoned, parts of the distinct cigar shape. The clouds, themselves, were never stationary, but the cigar shape being continuously reformed in the flowing motions of the clouds, was. And then I could see spirellas, appearing at the four corners of the cigar's long symmetry, at both ends of the giant cigar shape, two whorls at either end, each pointing up and outward, and down and outward, at certain angles, so that behind the cloud should be four more of these spirals, or energy vortexes, looking very much like they were coming from electrical or magnetic fields identifying their existence via their conal spire shapes at eight corners of the cigar shaped object. I only saw the frontside four, two at the left end and two at the right of the cigar-like shape in the rolling clouds. These spirellas were cone shaped vortices without question, I couldn't tell actually if the cloud substance of which they were formed, or condensed, was spiralling out to the conal endpoints. If so, the spiralling was very slowly happening. Because distances can be so misleading I couldn't tell if the overall cigar-like shape was a mile long, or five miles long, I couldn't tell. There was no question however that it was a mother ship, moved in real close, with Melchezedeks aboard to be able to assist holding higher energies more stable against so many powerful wide reaching negative planetary counter-frequencies in the destructive ego entities and activities aboard the luxury liner. Very quickly it was over. The four small coil conal projections began to fade at the very moment they had become wholly obvious. Then in a moment they were gone. The large cigar shape itself also began to fade out, evaporate, and hereupon the shape in residual began to move forth foward hidden within a roll of clouds toward us, carrying along in the same direction and velocity as the rapidly moving overcast. It is at this point that the secretary had tuned in to notice the cigar shaped roll of cloud, which could still be faintly seen low on the horizon even by Dr. Particle from the glasstop table. Even though the residual seemed distinct still to the secretary, it was now a vague residual, rapidly dissolving away to be lost among the whelps and downboils of the fast moving overcast. Continued in GLASSTOP.2 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 THE INTERDIMENSIONAL TASK FORCE EVENT 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 "Hmmm, that's even stranger, now the other cloud is gone", says the secretary close on to a minute later. The secretary has been craning against the windows to see straight up to what is now overhead. Something very interesting is happening up there. "What's strange", asks Dr. Particle, curious now, coming over to the window for a looksee. We are up several dozens of meters above the water. Dr. Particle leans foward scanning the wide horizon thoroughly, head slowly sweeping from side to side as close as is humanly possible against the window, nose pressing flat. Another mere centimeter closer and you could have heard Dr. Particle's lips squeeking against the glass. Even so, a tiny bit if nose grease gets wiped to the windshield, which Dr. Particle wipes away with a quick middle finger. Until finally Dr. Particle pauses on the anomalous feature, the last residual of the cigar-like shape, now long and low and nearby on the skirts of the oceon. "If you mean that weather front coming in over there", says Dr. Particle pointing to it, "well, yes, perhaps it is cigar-shaped, but where is there anything unusual there, it's moving in the same direction at the same speed as the rest of the clouds. I'm sure, it's, it's, rain coming, I'm sure its rain. Odd, though, about this", says Dr. Particle, pointing straight up through the window straight overhead. Now here is something interesting. There is a less well defined clearing in the clouds. Firstly, the original clearing, originally a perfect circular tube straight up through the tall wall of solid clouds, has inexorably drifted gradually foward in toto, enough that it is no longer actually straight overhead, yet enough that the Sun sits in the very center. The Sun can just be seen to be inexorably starting to vacate the centerpoint, starting to drift toward the side. Actually the Sun is stationary and the clouds are amove. Even now the opening grows more ill defined, closing in on itself at the very top sort of like the eye of a very slow motion very skinny hurricane. Thunderheads are ponderously effulging high into the blue sky over the top of the colume of open air in mighty white pillows above the heights of the surrounding overcast. What had first caught Dr. Particle's notice is that for a moment, high overhead, at the very top of the afore mentioned tall tube-like vortex of clear air with blue sky at the top, a small perfectly circular patch of whispy cloud, white and diffuse, had from out of nowhere, condensed from a small perfect circle, at the very top of the clearing, and, incredibly to Dr. Particle, it was centered perfectly over the SUN, directly BETWEEN us and the SUN. This whisp was densest at its center, through which the radiating diffuse sunlight was turned white by the strange texture of the circlar patch of whispy cloud itself surrounding the Sun. This was not unlike the iris of an eye, in the way the wispyness radiated equally in all directions from the centerpoint direct over the Sun. The whiteness of the whispies contrasted sharply with the greys and darks of the angry squall material all around. The whispiness itself could be definately seen to be spreading outward very slowly in all directions from the centerpoint Sun, as if like rays of light filling in area of a perfect circle (instead of travelling along a straight line) modelling the speed of light squared, the propigating spreading-out effect slowing down as the perimeter of the white area grew. The overall effect isn't easily described in a few words. And within moments, it seems, the shaft of Reality through the clouds had gone, the clouds have enough gathered, and closed in at the top covering the white whisps and obscuring the Sun and the more ordinary overcast of a weather change continues to roll in across the region as the sunlight darkens and is gone. Sure enough, a rather strong first gust shudders against the luxury liner tied at port for the winter season. The wind has come up suddenly, we know, because there are no waves on the water, only a white froth is being whipped rapidly along into rivelets as the wind continues. Now, the whiteness sheeting across the watertops can be seen to be happening equally further away. And in parts, misty water is being driven in the air above the surface, coming our way. "Well, so much for the 'No Storm Till Tommorrow Theory'"; announces Dr. Particle. "What's going on"?, asks the secretary, looking to me rather than to Dr. Particle, or to Pee Wee Bong Bong. "That is one heck of a good question", I reply, but I am smiling. "At the least, we just caught a powerful downblast". "Yeah, sure did", says Dr. Particle, taking it real easy. A couple of the gusts in the downblast, just finished, were enough to subtlely shake the ocean liner. "What I mean is", responds the secretary, "is that before, before when that odd clearing was a perfect circle, clear and open; which is odd in itself; just for a moment there a white patch of cloud up there and I swear that it was spreading out in lines radiating out from the Sun in a perfect circle. At the last minute I saw geometry. I mean, what's going on? It can't be just co-incidence. The opening went straight up overhead, the Sun was exactly in the center of the opening, the white patch of cloud - yes, I would have to say it was transparent - was slowly spreading out in a perfect circle centered RIGHT over the Sun, and we were in a perfect straight line between us and the Sun. I mean things like that just can't HAPPEN by chance!" "You mean there were thin lines that formed a part of the outline of a six sided figure, a hexagram, actually a cube and sphere, with three sides and parts of others visible in outlines, and another line joining across to form a 30 - 120 degree triangle, and the partial radian at 60 degress"? All of this I say in further verification for the secretary, without intending to plant false impressions. "You saw it too, then"?, the secretary acknowledges, "with an extra arm of an angle sticking out on its own?. Why didn't you SAY something"? "Sorry, I was watching Dr. Bong Bong to see if there was any reaction". "Oh, there's nothing to appologize. I mean", says the secretary, "that I looked at that ... IMAGE ... real hard. No one can fool me, those were real geometry angles and real sides. I could see a complete six sided cube with a glowing sphere fit perfectly at the centerjust by filling in the hidden lines. Very suddenly it became obvious, but it only lasted a moment. And when the white patch appeared, just before the lines began to drift apart. It gave me a funny feeling because the patch was centered right inside the cube, and, the Sun was a point of light at the very center, like an eye, I mean the VERY center of it... I don't know what to make of it, I saw it ...", says the secretary, louder. Dr. Particle has missed most of all of this conversation, having been watching the striking effects of the wind on the water, the darker residuals of the earlier mile (or miles) long cigar-like roll of cloud now wholly dissolved of its anomolous shape, and the residual is now rolling overhead in fast haste shoreward. Many fast turning downboils now sweeping by overhead in a rush, mark a clear line between two weathers. The downward boiling is vigorous enough that one almost wonders if a tornado spout might suddenly dip out. But none does. The wind is already diminishing, and there is no rain. "Have you ever seen anything like that geometry"?, the secretary asks me. "Yes, I have, before", I reply, and say no more. Dr. Particle thinks we are talking about Hyperwave Estate drawings and reserves comment. "I don't know what to think", the secretary says. "Neither do I", says Pee Wee Bong Bong who is now staring straight ahead at a screen that is empty. Yes empty. There is not even a tit or a tatter on the screen to speak of. No, not even an electro-fast scintillation from any of the flat screen's possible energizers. "But I couldn't have made THAT many mistakes", says Pee Wee Bong Bong, still staring at the state of progress that the overdue two-page paper is in. The screen is utterly blank. Dr. Particle says something really funny which sets the three of us really laughing, the secretary laughing just as gustily as me. "I don't know how the 'Bonger' keeps going, without taking a fucken bite out of the table", is what Dr. Particle says, casting a flat hitchiker's thumb in the direction of Pee Wee. Pee Wee probably heard the comment, no question Pee Wee hears us laughing. I think Pee Wee hears us laughing because Pee Wee bounces once, jouncing on the spring effect of the old oak desk chair, then goes back to the work in progress, pulling from the A.C. wall socket the plug for the main power supply for the computer. After some seconds, Pee Wee plugs it in again, then waits, but only seconds, for the computer's startup run. When nothing much happens Pee Wee suddenly rushes across the room to the PBX (the telephone exchange near the front door), dials a call by punching one digit on the memorex, and begins to holler in a foreign language at whoever it is that answers. But not up there in the lungs, this is urgency, hollering. Because Pee Wee talks low pitched and fast I cannot hear the conversation notwithstanding that some of it is in English; (not that I wish to eaves drop because it isn't my business, but how Pee Wee does Pee Wee's thing is part of my mandate for observation); but enough gets out in occasional loud words that I can piece together that Pee Wee is having a hasty confab with a collegue on long distance way over there on another continent. The words "no, not JUST a singularity", are said very loudly at least twice as if to make a most important point. And; "no, you're WRONG, TWO dots would void the concept completely don't you understand"?, and "yeah yeah of COURSE I'm sure of that"!, is also repeated, at least two times, in assertion. Pee Wee, oddly, is physically moving slowly during this, thick, as if dipped in molasses. It is due to being in a sort of physical body parallysis due to the intensity of the mental overplusing of Pee Wee's brain trying to deal with unresolvables that have no existence in Reality in the first place. It can't help but be noticed that the three of us have stopped our own activities to watch Pee Wee. Pee Wee seems the type who can instinctively command an audience, no matter what activity involving Pee Wee is to be watched. While Pee Wee's animated activity goes on with the PBX as the prop, Dr. Particle looks at the secretary and I and winks, enjoying another, private, merry humor regards Pee Wee's progress. To finish the deal, Pee Wee hooks the modem into the local computer slot, and gets a seamy stream of a program segment inputed in a flash of nanoseconds, having to do with the manipulations of some symbol or other. "Merci"!, says Pee Wee, disconnecting the modem, whips off the earphones with its mouth mike reciever for the PBX almost striking an eye, comes back to slam hard into the solid oak old swivel chair which squeeks noisily on rusty coasters, and is already striking the keys of the computer like a virtuoso playing superfast jazz even as the chair is stopping its brief glide over the yellow brick carpet on its squeeking coasters up to the terminal. There is so much conceit in the hunk of the shoulders that it wouldn't surprise me to see a pair of hands come sneaking around to congradulate each other behind Pee Wee's back, so long as we notice. That is the way of Pee Wee. But enough. It is not for me to judge, criticize, or condem, only to stay clear of impositions, and to help on the invisible inter- dimensional factor whenever I can. Dr. Particle is the first to leave off the social study to come back to finish the project of sorting out the fan on the glasstop table. In only a couple more jiggles and fusses Dr. Particle has finished. No, not actually. Several Pages are sitting to the side, on the glasstop table. "Now then, what are these"?, queries Dr. Particle looking to me, the head asks most of the question by its inclination. I come over to look and see. "Oh hee hee how about that (I say deliberately), I forgot to put on the Page numbers". These Pages happen to be marked in the upper left corners in their working draft form, alphabetically A, B, C, D, etc. "I know what happened if you will accept a poor excuse, this section is one I decided to add in a last minute flurry after I thought I was finished this project before coming here, actually I was getting weary of the project, you know, temporary burnout". "No, I don't know", says Dr. Particle. Oops. There can be great differences in habits between a dedicated careerist and a dedicated creative soul. I withdraw my frivolous attitude fast. A little sting from the bumblebee of pride is easier to handle than the ersatze of a whole hive of hornets after you for something you didn't intend to do, except you got careless, on a planet like this. I withdraw the moment of frivality quick, to get rid of the imbalance. "You can just stick that section there onto the end, that's where it fits", say I the very responsible, straight across to Dr. Particle, who stands looking still inclined to me on the other side of the glasstop table. Wait a minute! Here is a perfect opportunity to reveal a little more about these Hyperwaves in the physics of Reality. So I make use of the opportunity, interjecting; "Actually it doesn't really matter where you fit the Pages in. The whole enterprise is an enormous range of inter-dimensional energy principles". Nothing physical from Dr. Particle, except a little more tilt in the inclination of Dr. Particle's head. So I continue, in that my thoughts have suddenly become very clear as to what to say next. "In ways, Hyperwave Estates (Hyperwave Estates are the subject matter of the particular Pages Dr. Particle is holding) is a great gestalt. One, with a second, is more than just three. New sentence. The first is particle physics; what the particle experiments produce, this is more basic than theory. The second is Solar physics; what orbits, orbital segments, and orbital sums produce. The third is in etheric and road map parts; the invisibles found amongst and between the known subatomic particles; and of which can be seen in part in the experimental physics side, and in other part in the solar physics side. The fourth is inter-combination between the two arenas; including particles connected to other particles; villas connected to other villas; and both connected to numerous states and statuses, all of which can be loosely called Hypwerwaves for a lack of any other convenient term on the Planet today to express them". (I'm having the feeling I haven't explained this idea very well). "Yes"? queries Dr. Particle, head still inclined, one hand pressing onto the fan with fingers splayed, the other hand absently playing with a mechanical pencil in shirt pocket. The raft of sheets Dr. Particle had held were put down on the table when I got to the part about 'villas connected to other villas'. I continue less like a text book; "Activity includes that of energy quotients, and that of wavelenghts, intermingled. Some are subdivisive, as well as subcomponent. A particle for instance decomposes, 'decays' into constituent parts, typically tabulated in energy form. In basic this includes relativistic particles, and gammas, ie. gamma ray particles, you know, I mean big photons, as heavy as and heavier than the electron. Relativistic particles of course mean those travelling fast enough as to increase in rest mass, and slow in events of time, and snuff up in space contraction. Gammas of course, travelling at the speed of light, are absorbers of their own special relativistic effects and so show none, but are subject to relativistic effects of other sources, for instance. when a gamma is momentarily enclosed within a relativistic particle, if I have assumed correctly that this can be so". "Go on", says Dr. Particle, moving not, except for the lips. (I'm not sure if Dr. Particle is really intent on this subject matter. The secretary seems to be intent, listening to my every word). I continue: "In behind the scenes, is a second arena in which particles are mathematically components or combinations of other parts. And the wavelengths, whose math works reciprocally in anti-attractor mode converse to that of energy, likewise are broken up into constituent wavelength parts, and re-knit together into other particle's wavelengths. These 'other' parts stand in separate orders of detail from those factored merely in just energy combinations. But both regions are also mutually recombinant, to form yet other major or constituent parts, which takes us into the more open gist of my disclosures. I am talking about Comptons when I say wavelengths". "For instance", I continue: "a small interval of wavelength can represent a giant particle when only as a Compton wavelength, but can represent the plus or minus difference of only one electron mass energy equivalent when combined as a constituent part of another particle's Compton wavelength. Just as, in converse, a Moon's orbit is very small in the solar system, but is found incorporate in the larger orbit of a planet. A Moon's radius can represent the value of a fraction of an electron, or several MEV's, or even the difference in MEV's between Charge states of a given particle, in terms of Compton wavelength particle equivalents, depending on what size of orbit or space segment the Moon radius is precisely present in". Here I pause for a deep breath, ferverently wishing for a drink of pure cold water. I do with what is at hand, drink the cold dregs of my coffee, even letting in a few coffee grains that have sunk to the bottom of the cup because I'm in such a hurry for a drink of something. (Or are these ground up mouth parts from the robot. I am not adverse to perverse humor). Drinking has given me a moment to think. "Here is a good example of another kind; one half of the orbital difference between Earth and Venus - the distance between these two planets - when converted between realms from cosmic to subatomic by the ratio of ten to the power 27, becomes the mass energy of an Upsilon Meson. In this case, it is a quantal upshift upon the low mass of one of the heaviest particle groups known, ie. the Upsilon Mesons. Adding the Moon's mean of orbit to the interval between the two planets Earth and Venus, bumps the resulting energy agreement down exactly into the lower mass value of the Upsilon particle. The difference between the two states, as gained by the addition of exactly ONE Moon orbit, matches the value of the Electron mass times the Fine Structure Constant. The effected Upsilon Meson particle masses are gained first hand, direct, by the Electron mass engery times the Fine Structure Constant squared. Oh yeah, forgot to mention, a conversion from Solar to Subatomic realm can take a planet orbit in to wavelengths of 10 to the minus 13 and 14 centimeters, which fits between stable Pions up to a little under three times the Proton's mass energy. An orbital difference, for instance the gap between Earth and Venus, can take you directly into the mass energy range of high enery Upsilons. And an Earth-Moon orbit reappears as 10 to the minus 17 centimeters - sniffing the wind on interaction distances involving Top Quarks - and a terran planet RADIUS comes out at 10 to the minus 19 centimeters". The secretary looks as if to speak, then pulls back. Dr. Particle does the opposite, extending the beingness forward and says; "and what is THIS"?, picking up a Page. I carry on; "Well, let's be more informative; the Muon has no naked Hyperwave, the Pion is naked in the orbit of Saturn, the Kaons are naked in the sum of the orbits of Earth and Venus, the Rho is naked in the sum of the orbits of Earth and Mars, the stable Xion particles are naked in the orbit of the Earth, the unstable Xion particle is naked in 1/2 the sum of Earth and Venus orbits, the heavier unstable Xion particle is naked in the orbit of Venus, Stable B Mesons which incorporate Bottom Quarks are naked in the eccentricity of Jupiter, Upsilon Mesons are naked in 1/2 the orbital difference between Earth and Venus, Weak Vector Bosons are naked in the eccentricity of Earth, and Top Quarks, assuming they exist, are assumed naked in the range of Moon orbits - between 10 to the minus 16 and 17 centimeters, but this 10 to the minus 17 centimeters is also the eccentricity of Venus, as well as the orbit of the Moon, as well as the radius of the Sun. Well, let me see what else .... uh ... Dr. Particle"? "What is THIS! then", Dr. Particle booms, insisting, holding a Page firmly in the air. It can be seen now to be trembling slightly. Some tension has surely got ahold of Dr. Particle. I can't see the Page clearly but I think it might be the one on the 'Earth Moon Metaphor For Subatomic Phenomena', so I go ahead talking specifically about 'The Earth Moon Metaphor For Subatomic Phenomena"... "The orbit of Earth converts to a stable Xion particle. But not straight across. The conversion via the universal ration of 10 to the power 27, actually comes out precisely at half way between the mass energy differences between the Negatively Charged and Neutral states for the stable Xion, which only has those two states, whose mass energy difference is a spread of 7 MEV's. The shift to the known mass of each charge state is gained by adding, or subtracting, the Moon's orbit to the orbit of the Earth. Actually, both then require the subtraction of at least one electron mass equivalent to bring things into focus. As I meant to mention before, this is in a section I've come to call 'The Earth Moon Metaphor For Subatomic Phenomena'. Whole electrons fit in, ah, where, ah .,.. here... ah.... yes, mmm, no ....". It happens I remember that the Page that shows the 'Earth Moon Metaphor For Subatomic Phenomena' is submerged in another discussion which is in the stack of stuff sorted by Page numbers on the glasstop table, but at the moment having not an eidetic memory I have no idea as to what the Page number is, so I abandon the idea of bringing it out right now, and continue:... "Just by itself, the slight gap between Earth's orbit at mean, to either extreme in eccentricity, as I've already just said, converts to the mass energies of Weak Vector Bosons which are 10 times heavier than the Upsilon Mesons, 100 times heavier than a Proton. But when the Earth's eccentricity is added or subtracted to the interval of 1/2 the distance between Earth and Venus, then this change represents only a hundred and some MEV's effecting the masses of the Upsilon Mesons. Further differences represented by Earth's radius can add up to a couple of Electrons at the Upsilon particle's mass range. These Electrons, here, are exact quantities. Can you begin to see how the different regions and arenas seem to work in the space world of physics. Knowing that there is nothing in print about the subject, these are yet another incorporation of the rudiments I've come to call Hyperwaves, for the purpose of disclosure to this planet". However, it seems that during the whole of this monologonational interlude, Dr. Particle has only been waiting for an opportune moment to act on something that has struck Dr. Particle deeply, i.e. professional competence, for Dr. Particle holds up the same Page again, and asks directly; "what is THIS, then"? This time I take the trouble to take a close gander at the Page, and YIPE! see that it has no Page number of any kind at all. I intuitively sense that Dr. Particle's heart is in the right place, that this reacting to finding an unumbered Page might be concidered an act of careless sabatage on my part and that I should be more careful because surely in the field of science are those who would snap my ass merely for the sin of forgetting to identify a Page properly. That's what I sense is Dr. Particle's intent. A kindly given caution. Which I accept as given. Then again, maybe Dr. Particle wants to know what the sheet in the air is actually talking about. So here is that remaining Page. I can see it gripped unglamourously in Dr. Particle's slightly trembling hand and Dr. Particle is saying for a third time; "what is THIS, then!". The eyebrows of Dr. Particle seem to form two question marks. Looking directly at the sheet tells me at a glance that this Page has no arbitrary mark at all, in either corner. Whatta yah know, all this time Dr. Particle has been asking what number this Page is. "Ahaha it's the last Page I did", say I; "I was in such a hurry to grab my stuff and get out the door, that I forgot to number it, is all. It should be Page E". So, Dr. Particle whips out the mechanical pencil from a shirt pocket and marks the Page with an E, in the upper left corner, and puts it to the end of the little sheath which comprises the other alphabetically numbered Pages, and, now that that business is all settled, since Dr. Particle is now holding the whole of the little alphabetically lettered sheath, begins to skim through it in detail. What Dr. Particle sees, on the first such Page, is something I've titled: 'SIGNIFICANT MODELLING MEANS'. This has a dominant geometry image, rather attractive, which is given as a means for showing differences involving Jupiter's eccentricity factor as modified by small subtractions represented by Focus Windows which locate at Jupiter's orbits when the Sun is seen eclipsed by an observer at Saturn. These are models taken directly from the Golden Eclipse structures of the Solar System between the major Planets. There are other focused windows included, found when model Suns located at Saturn's orbits are seen eclipsed by Focused Windows at Jupiter's orbits when viewed by an observer at the center of the Solar System. Interestingly, some of the resulting energy quotients are found subatomically as the mass energies of B Mesons, called the Bottom Mesons, mentioned above, (whose mass energy is in the range of 5274 MEV's, the heaviest stable particles so far authentically detected in high energy physics experiments. These mass energies range in a close knit group as roughly 1/2 the mass energy of the heaviest Upsilon Mesons, and in fact are part and parcel of such Meson's spectrum-like structure, I think, I'm sure I've read that fact. Anyway, I've got such info detailed in rather precise geometry drawings, I mean to say that several parts are overlaid successfully in one major drawing. Another Page in the shealth - a Page Dr. Particle has just thumbed over without reading - goes into the range a little further, this time treating the solar datas as diameters rather than radii, so as to directly include at least six naked X Meson mass energies, and four individual Upsilon Mesons. The reason why this works is because the Upsilons have several higher energy states, arising from differences in angular momentums when their pair of quarks are said to behave as if orbiting in opposition around a center of the particle. The X Mesons somehow - I really understand only a modicum of the actual theory - are also intrinsically involved in the existence of these states. Anyway, in my drawings, the wavelengths of these particles are shown as configurations that exist simultaineously in constructions occurring in exquisite accuracy in the Solar System. At this moment I don't know how close these Solar modes might be to actual mechanical models as copied between the two major realms, Solar, and Subatomic. In the meantime I'm worried about having used the word 'villa' prematurally. Descriptions for villas are on other Pages that haven't been looked at as yet in seriousness by either Dr. Particle or the secretary. There hasn't been time. I would like right now to be able to say that a 'villa' is meant to be an energy equivalent for a Solar orbit which has no experimental Subatomic counterpart, in other words no naked particle. Such is Mars' orbit by itself. Nevertheless the Subatomic energy equivalent counterpart of Mars' orbit connects with many other Subatomic parts by 'piece and fit' characteristics up and down the energy and wave Subatomic spectrum. Also, Mars' orbit for instance, couples to other orbits, Earth's for instance, with the Earth on the other side of the Sun, forming Hyperwave quantities which either are, or are not, found as physical particles, but yet when not found are nonetheless constituent pieces in other definate particles. In fact, at this point, I can see the term 'ether rigging bosons' as having a new idea entirely, related straight to the existence of non-external particles per the so-said 'villas' as just mentioned. Oh my gol-lee it is hard to talk about this subject easily, even to myself in private imagination. The only way I can handle the subject in detail is to visualize it schematically laid out on large Pages. Fortunately, in visualizations, it is possible to see many, and many more, parts and facets, simultaneously. The pictures grow far beyond that of standing at night looking up at the stars, or reading an emphemeris on astronomy. As a bonus such pictures as I have drawn are as clear as the brightest day. In scope they are as clear as looking upon a glasstop table. And yet, unfortunately, in the physical world, rendering each visualization under the pencil is far from easy, first because of the scaling factors - it is impossible to do the drawings accurately to scale given the constraining size of even a giant stretch of paper in keeping with the large distances which actually occur between planets. And the second is a Murphy's Law: 'The cluttered Look Of A Geometry Drawing Increases Exponentially With Each Added Detail'. Another Murphy's Law is also in the middle of the mess: 'The Absence Of A Picture Results In a Thousand Extra Words'. But, back to business. Dr. Particle and the secretary are busy again, studying Page A., titled 'SIGNIFICANT MODELLING MEANS'. In seeing their pre-occupation, it seems appropriate to proceed in saying; "Even if merely serving as fake models, these Solar Hyperwaves work spectacularly in providing some, ANY, means by which to come to grips in visualizing complexities of elementary particles. For instance, Quarks might perchance displace inside a Quark based particle, one from another or from key locations, by Hyperwave equivalents of the Moon's orbit, rather than by one Quark occupying a Moon-like connection that orbits another Quark. Hyperwave equivalent planet radii might then mark the nature of buffer zones, conditional quantavistic tensions in the forces that manifest the particle in existence, for instance, pursuant upon equivalent orbit displacements. For instance one force generating a relativistic influence that is incompatible with the force generating it, in similar manner to relativistic effects which stand apart from the gravitational force enobling them in the Solar system, for example". Both Dr. Particle and the secretary suddenly seem extra keen, too keen unfortunately, so I quickly change the subject by saying: "But that subject when at the fundamental particle level is out in left field, over my head at the moment. What I do know is contained in these Pages. For instance, this interconnect (I point to the five concentric and single circles found as the point center of the Page's gyre based geometry), via focused windows along the base line of an existing gyre in gravity, may not be a really important issue. But at least it shows it can be done in modelling. Oh yeah, datawise it is totally accurate, no fudge. By the way, the term () in there and there (I point to two locations in the simple equations that are on this Page), means the difference between any two local points of a planet's eccentricity. Again, I've repeated myself in different words, since eccentricity factor is mentioned elsewhere, but same idea". I speak next to the secretary but include Dr. Particle in the intones, and Dr. Bong Bong who was of course also at the Science symposium. What I say is; "Terms involving () were going to be shown in a big way, dealing exclusively with the Solar system, through the Golden and Perfect eclipse structures which I'd intended to disclose at the Science Symposium. I'd made up 49 photostated copies of the Eclipse's principle disclosures to pass out after my official five minute say as an outside speaker. As you know, things went haywire. I ended up leaving the remaining copies in a stack on the table in an empty room. I tried handing them out after the session but most people wouldn't accept them. Except you, Dr. Particle, you seemed interested. Which is why I thought of coming to see you". Dr. Particle achnowledges this with a quick glance. I say a risky remark specifically to Pee Wee Bong Bong who responds not. "Didn't help that someone knocked a T.V. camera over onto a T.V. station's terminal no sooner had I uttered my opening statement at the Science Symposium". (My kind of humor, it was Pee Wee who had knocked over the camera). "It was at that moment that I put myself on guard against impending psychic sabatage at the Symposium". "Huh"?, says Pee Wee, speaking at last. It is the secretary's turn to comment. "I remember a technician fooling around with ... things, till the delay seemed to go on forever at the symposium. Now that I think about it ... couldn't help noticing ... there was far more concern over the damage to the camera than to the interference of your presentation. And I thought that was rude". "It was a problem that blew all out of proportions. After spotting a few pieces of flyspeck desposited on one of my master drawings I had stood around thinking about ways of swatting flies. I still wonder why people still buy red fly swatters when flys are so hip to red, you'll hardly ever swat a fly with a red fly swatter, did you know that? I found that out by accident, also found out that those little brown specks that keep showing up in summer are fly droppings, called fly specks, didn't know that until about three years ago". "Huh"?, says the secretary. Dr. Particle glances up for a moment, before returning to the study of sheets A., or is it B., now. Ahah, its sheet B. "Just something I noticed about three years ago"... This is me, speaking again quietly in the background, to the secretary whose attention is crossing back and forth between me and Page B. "Flys don't seem to see fast moving yellow, but are immediately on the move when approached by anything colored red. Besides that, a female fly will pick a spot and keep coming back to it no matter how often you shoe it away. At the moment the mike was fixed on the speaker stand at the Symposium, I was thinking of that, I was thinking of yellow fly swatters and was miles away from the auditorium. I still grin, in remembering the speed at which I had to gather my act together in front of all those people in the auditorium focused on my presence. The sheer pressure of their thoughts made me start to lean to the left. I mean physically, not politically". I expected a hah hah, but instead got; "You don't say", nutters Dr. Particle, glancing up again, then glancing down again to the Page in hand, Page B. "Yes", says the secretary, choosing the next words very carefully; "... there was an impression, you seemed ... seemed to grow taller, in those few seconds you stood so exposed ... in the silence ... while ... composing yourself, you seemed physically transformed into a much larger being". There is something to think about in what the secretary just said. I know that I rapidly changed frequency, at that moment in the auditorium. But I would not hesitate to say that the secretary actually meant an awareness of sudden size change when the higher body momentarily gets projected through the static muck and dark, which shrouds the 3rd and 4th dimensions of this planet ... The secretary continues; "By the way, did you intentionally mean ... to repeat everything word for word from your introduction, to start your presentation all over again"? This is easy to answer because my mind has been refreshed about the Science Symposium through this present conversation about it. "Yes I did. I wanted it to sink in; irregardless of the claims made by the public; that nowhere existing in the scientific records of this planet is there the prior knowledge of any such information regarding Perfect Eclipse understructurings in the Solar system. The public is being conned into believing that all of the important knowledge about the universe has already been solved and I know that the understanding, here, so far, on this planet, in fact, scarcely touches the hem of the garment. Yet as far as the public is aware, or is allowed to know, there is nothing left to learn. This is passed on by the planet's scientific community, who compete so fiercly in mental and social ways and, yes, careers, aw what the heck, the science of the future is just getting started". I have become animated, in the office, almost waving my arms. "This planet is FAR REMOVED from, quote, 'knowing all there is to know about the universe'. That quote is from a Nobel prize winner in physics, interviewed on T.V. The prizewinner said; 'now that we know everything about the universe, all we have left to do is fill in the missing little details'. I can't fathom why such a scientist would be so reckless, unless there is a fantasy involved strong enough that they BELIEVE that scientists know all the answers". Dr. Particle's is mostly untouched. Bong Bong's coffee is gone. So is mine. The secretary's is half drank. The secretary finishes in a swallow. I quickly gather the four coffee cups and move them over to the PBX on the desk, where I presume such things are gathered, lay them on the robot's tray. Besides, I have a sneaking suspician that this ad hoc gathering here aboard the luxury liner is going to soon draw to a close. Meanwhile, Dr. Particle proceeds to the next Page, B. Hmmm, somewhere along the way Dr. Particle must have switched back to Page A. Page B's heading is: 'HERE IS A ROUGH DRAFT VERSION OF WHAT THE SIGNIFICANT MODELLING MEANS MEANS'. This, Page B., is an earlier mentioned Page, which includes X Meson particle derivations, and several Upsilon energy states precisely calculated in terms of mass energy and Compton wavelengths. Author's comments gracing this Page (my handwritten remarks) include; 'Highrise Developements and the Upsilon Particle States', and, 'focused windows of gyres as added and subtracted to Jupiter's eccentricity factory ()'. This Page is actually quite easily availed, that is, the datas both Solar and Subatomic are easy to see in the pattern of their relationships inherent in their summary datas. As to how each particular data was factored, is a different story. The Page shows none of the equations I used. Those equations are explained on another Page. The secretary now joins Dr. Particle. The two beholders quickly finish Page A. and proceed through to Page C. This one is simply titled: 'ROAD MAP VERSION', and lists 21 separate pieces of information, at least half of which are known entities including the Proton, Neutron, Lambda, low massed Upsilon, Pion, and Electron, - all particles factored to six and seven digits, balanced as such by gaps consisting of the Electron, and the Neutron's binding energy factor, raised in values by the Fine Structure Constant. The intent of this page includes each particle's electron Charges correctly balanced, by the inclusion of double Charge states (multiplexes) in etheric Electrons which form as gap fillers. The Neutron's binding energy, and this minus an Electron, with both terms raised in value by the Fine Structure Constant, form some of the key fillers. Others are formed of the Electron raised by twice the Fine Structure Constant, by 1/2 to 5/2 the Fine Structure Constant, and by the Fine Structure Constant squared. My calculations are balanced and mathematically exact, throughout the data range. Dr. Particle gives me a quick sideways look, weirdly, and proceeds to Page D. This is simply titled: 'ROUGH DRAFT CONTINUES'. This Page addresses in minimum, four Upsilon particle states, sandwiched from the lowest mass value of the Uplison particle to the highest. The reasons for the masses are they are fleshed out as Hyperwaves taken from the Solar system, and in a second part the SAME energy states are gained again, by energy increments formed entirely as etheric Electrons. There are several explicit comments on this Page, including: 'integrated upper etheric Electron and road map version reveals the highrise developement version', and 'integrated Hyperwave and Highrise Developement Version reveals the Highrise Estates Version', and 'this is one of several possible uphill routes to the same particles, in Charge multiplexes'. "I should explain", I say to the two, "that Charge multiplex refers to the fact that constant double Charge states assigned to certain of the etheric energy particles, balances out as correct single Charges amongst the resulting physical particles, if the balancing of resultant charges is attempted". A final comment written on the bottom right of this Page, written so to be like I was speaking aloud, is: 'As you can see, above, the digits are in synch to at least 7 significant figures. Well, you won't see till you look them over carefully, comparing those terms as found in the previous couple of Pages'. I say aloud; "it is tautalogical to mention that the systems of units in these structures have to balance by axiom, since we are dealing only with centimeter units for wavelengths, and Million Electron Volts units for mass energy. And, of course, throughout, MEV's are added to MEV's, and centimeters are added to centimeters. It is when each are converted to the other and again added in or subtracted, then the true big picture begins to unfold itself in front of you, for instance as here, on the glasstop table". "What does this last Page mean"? This surprise comes as a query staight from Dr. Particle. "Can you give me an explanation? Keep it brief but take your time, I'd like to know, even if I don't understand". Dr. Particle winks at the secretary. So it is up to me to try and fill the request, without being able to risk supplying even a word about a theory as to why compatable particle wavelength and planetary orbit circumstances exist in Reality in the first place. Although interdimension sonic resonant recurrances (or more to the point - sympathetic harmonic resonances having fractal six sided gemometry patterns in principle), do come to mind. This is how my gist comes through, for the secretary and Dr. Particle: "The last Page in the sheath you've got there, Page E., is actually more wonderful to look at as a novice, since many of the available small planetary increments formed of multiples of Earth and the Moon's radii, added or subtracted on the orbital differences between Earth and Venus' means of orbit, as they are schematically formed here, (I point to the details on the Page), as you can see come out to look something in look similar to spectrums of an atom when the spectrums are designated as quantum energy levels. That doesn't necessarily mean that the mechanicals are similar". All three of us nod to each other. "On Page E., here, (I point directly to one of the groups of datas), this particular group of datas is the Earth-Venus segment, with planet sized radii increments added. This second, over here (I move my finger over to it) is again of the Earth-Venus segment, with the mean of the Moon's orbit added, and the planet sized radii increments subtracted. The segment with the Moon, closes in on the Upsilon's low mass state, each result separated by two Electrons, or by the Neutron's binding energy, and this minus an Electron. The upper segment - without the Moon orbit added - is separated from the lower group by the MEV equivalent of the 2 Electrons times the Fine Structure Constant, which has the MEV value of a Stable Charged Pion particle by the way. I've already refered to this in a different way earlier after we were watching the clouds". A timely pause sneaks in, which I dissolve after about thirty seconds in a voice that starts up breaking in in somewhat too loud a volume level; "in space equivalent form, the Electron wavelentgh times the Fine Structure Constant equates to the so called 'Electron radius'; which is a well known convenience term used in fundamental physics. Twice this, by the way, when converted to an energy equivalent, comes out as the Charged stable Pion particle's mass energy, only this energy, precisely, is gained etherically as the Electron's mass energy raised in value by two times the Fine Structure Constant, with then an Electron subtracted. As to this higher 'invisible Upsilon' status itself (I point to another data), it is gained by the Electron raised in value by the Fine Structure Constant squared. From here to the neighboring lower plateau where is found an actual Upsilon particle mass energy; this is the one from the Hyperwave equivalent of Earth-Venus without the Moon orbit; it is separated once again by the Electron mass energy raised in value by the Fine Structure Constant. You see now, how the Pion derives as an etheric Electron product, which is plugged right in to place, here. You see, again, that etheric Electron states do routinely show up as specific quantities between various energy levels in the higharchy and spectrum of elementary particles". Here I take a brief pause for the thinking to take over. Then continue; "the aforesaid group having the orbits without the Moon orbit added, jumps to; is separated from; the high mass state of the Upsilon Meson particle, by exactly the mass of the Proton, and this particular high Upsilon value is the one gained directly from Jupiter's eccentricty factor itself, as shown on Page B. when Jupiter's eccentricity factor is shortened by one of Jupiter's focused windows, one of those found constantly amongst Golden Eclipses since it comes from those focused windows found locked within the eccentricic orbital maxims of Jupiter and Saturn". I stop talking and there is a long pause, a verrry long pause, until: "And that's it"?, queries Dr. Particle, winking at the secretary. I know, fortunately, that Dr. Particle is winking over the fact of finding most of this difficult to fathom, especially when it is the first time seen, and that the winks are not put downs to me, not at all. Winking during moments of professional embarrassment is in not being able to have the stuff I've shown instantly available at the fingertips of knowledge, whereas in Dr. Particle's business, informations typically come in reports and summaries, appraisals and review articles, which give both questions and answers in forms simple enough to be almost yes/no/maybe, with the maybe parts offering no real challenges, even when presented in hard core formal mathematics. The very existence of my information is a challenge at the roots of the existing understanding of the fundamental forces, including gravity and electromagnetism linked. Whiffs of that old bugaboo, the Unified Field Theory, are tainting the air, here in this office, but they aren't coming from me, that's for sure. For a fact I do not regard any of this information as facts of a unified field theory, even though unified field theory insights are obviously self evident. And I don't know how they might fit into Grand Unification schemes, or supersymmetry, or superstring theories, or the like. That's because I believe there's something far further within, here, deeper in some other layer, to be ferreted out, and this deeper mode has to be brought out into the open before any firm opinions can be raised. The words recurring resonance patterns come to mind. But I am giving the opinion that it is opposite, that is, that the points of action come first, like rocks in flowing water, with interference patterns resulting. But I am digressing again, I realize I am slipping sideways toward a precipice in my internal thoughts at this instant, being snagged by a vague current in the mass consciousness of the planet. Altho I suspect some of the impetus motivating the speculations is coming from Dr. Particle. Interludes such as this are not in word form but rather impressions and ideas that drift along thought after thought, usually to no avail, but sometimes a new insight suddenly clicks into place with a lot of answers, whereupon the buildups dissolve away like vapor. Hey wait a minute what is the purpose of all this thinking! Like flicking a switch I am back in the office, listening to Dr. Particle. Dr. Particle is reading aloud, reading the title along with another comment, found on Page E., as follows: "The 'ENERGY HIGH DENSITY JITTERBUG'". Upon this, the eyebrows of Dr. Particle shoot straight up, physically attached to the skin of course. And the hair on the scalp moves forward, then back, most deliberately, as if tugging a sliding wig, except the hair too is physically attached to the skin. And then Dr. Particle reads: "'calculated energy states alluding back into Solar Hyperwaves'". The eyebrows of Dr. Particle come back down, and Dr. Particle winks at the secretary again, who laughs with a rich feeling appreciation. Me too. Dr. Particle can really move those eyebrows around when humor is the intent. There is good humor on the move, here, I can feel it. There is a pause in the ongoings. Firstly, something further on Page E. momentarily captures Dr. Particle's attention and the Dr. is taking time to study this, the most recently completed Page of the fan on the glasstop table, so far as the fan is completed up to this moment through my efforts and homework, and as sorted by Dr. Particle. The secretary is looking at some other Page. And I am on hand, ready to make comments as deemed suitable to the occasion. And Pee Wee is, well, Pee Wee comes once again onto center stage. The big computer seems rigged for something real big to take place. Just before the start, Pee Wee rubs vigorously together both hands, palms pressed together, printwhorls going wsst... wsst... wsst... . Ahah, yes, Pee Wee. I catch on to a big load of Pee Wee's, um, vibrations, in my, um, consciousness, and dump it fast. "Yes, indeed, each instant an idea, each concept a thought!". This strange announcement is proudly stated by Pee Wee as if to the whole universe, let alone the world, we are as if not significant at this instant in time. On Pee Wee's computer screen is a hot dot, a pinpoint of contained fury in dead center. Pee Wee can manouver the dot in any direction at will by however the computer is operated. The dot shoots to the left, returns slowly all the way to the right, darts up at an angle, and cycles in a diminishing spiral back to its center place. Pee Wee is pleased. "You wouldn't BELIEVE how much probability that dot is pushing around with it, I bet I could weigh the equations by the pound. And! So! We begin!. With a set of controlled statistics! And! now! that the first statistical plateau is securely in place and STABLE!"; announces Pee Wee to everything in the room capable of hearing including us. "We NOW proceed to the beginning of the Big Bang!". Pee Wee hovers in a dramatic pose, as if poised on the edge of a brand new piano. Pee Wee's next words are chosen with the drama of a roaring snare drum; "now! to introduce! the first random probability in! .... oh my GAWD!". As Pee Wee touches a forefinger to the computer screen the dot shoots off trailing a long phosphor trail straight across to the edge of the screen and out. An interesting effect, because this screen doesn't have phosphor. This debunk is definately the opposite of what Pee Wee was expecting. As it happens, Dr. Particle peering over the top of my sheet notices Pee Wee's progress. As if the events just witnessed are par for the course, Dr. Particle reacts hardly at all except to smile in a way that suggests more than enything else exact agreement with what Dr. Particle says; "Ah, funny but too bad c'mon c'mon that paper has to be finished on time, I've made them a promise". I have to agree with that one, expecially the part saying 'finished in TIME'. Dr. Particle, it is evident, also has a capacity of putting truth in statements which are intended to have an opposite meaning. As far as I can tell, the only importance of that paper is that an editor is waiting for it. And, unlike my own creative mathematical explorations which cannot be resolved by use of a computer; without writing a massive upfront mathematic editing kind of program which can operate on the basis of using instant result programable keystrokes analagous to doing such calculations by hand with a sophisticated portable calculator - given any computer's current state of the art - it is obvious that the paper Dr. Bong Bong is doing is the type that can't be done without a computer. In a twist of logic it seems that here is where the computer itself creates the existence of its own local universe to theoretically contain it. The master of self made sciences. So much for 'solving the universe' with a masterpiece. How mistaken can you get. It happens that Dr. Particle picks up on a part of what has been leaking from my private thoughts, triggering the following edit, for, hardly have I thought about Pee Wee Bong Bong's paper, when Dr. Particle points a flat thumb straight back over a shoulder to the terminal in front of which Pee Wee sits hunched, and turning right to me says; "You can well imagine the size and sophistication of the computer into which this work station connects. This work station can run as an independent, but its main power supply is something else. In fact there are less than a few computers in the WORLD capable of handling Bong Bong's work. (The word WORLD lifts forth somewhat too loftily from Dr. Particle's tongue). "You don't meanit", is my rejoiner. I suppose I'm supposed to be impressed of course I'm not - reason is because I have my own ideas for the design of a computer with procedures based upon an all purpose bottom line in steps in logic that never have to be changed, once a user learns them. Several invented algorythms in mathematics need to be written in softlanguage, and several new algorythms in keystroke use, are what makes the idea of the computer approach feasible. Got the insights for the inventions in logic, in yearning for a device that could make 'seek and find' creative mathematical researches and explorations easy for everyone. As to this other computer that Pee Wee the hunker bunks in front of, mighty though the clunky machine may be, in fact my inner reaction to it is 'uh huh just as to be expected', think I to myself in a dry flat thought manner. This, is naturally in regarding the conceit typically given to such computers as the very one being ego stroked with fury by Pee Wee. The secretary's head is nodding, the hair moving in a lag behind the scalp, and the secretary's voice is saying; "I see". Both secretarial responses to Dr. Particle's preceeding observations are neither a committal emotionally. At least the secretary's eyes have not glazed over with a dull swimming look. The soul atoms of this person are one's that stay alert. "A new one"?, asks the secretary. It's time for ME to ping pong, as if my eyeballs quick flick to the left and right on their own without my mind attached, trying to catch up to the drift in talk between the secretary and Dr. Particle. Getting left behind happens when you turn your attentions to inner thought spans for brief instances. We've had the thing for a weak back", says Dr. Particle to me, pointing a big flat thumb backward like a hitchiker to the computer, pleased with making a joke it seems - the joke clear in the inflection on the word weak rather than week - adding; "This work station alone has - (Dr. Particle ticks items off one by one on fingertips) - touchscreen, light pen, joystick doctored with stick top toggle functions, mouse modified by us to include interchangeable metal turbo marbles, partial voice, small plotter, large plotter, both plotters are full color, lazer printer, another in full color, photocopy digitizer input in full color, polymorphing ability, a photocopy output in full color, and several monitor screens when needed. Voice mode isn't successfully debuggered yet and that is why we are increasing cyrogenical capacity, in an attempt to override problems with main syntax. We're going to try to Freeze the lisp out of it". Dr. Particle chortles at this joke, if that's what it was, then like the owner of a toy store continues; "I can point the remote control, turning this terminal into a color TV with a 40 inch screen and stereo sound at the push of a button, if I want to watch the news or catch a weather forecast. Real high tech breakthroughs. We are working on an interface to make this same unit a two way video telephone as well. The caller could come on in a small window forming in the corner of the screen without interferring with your project on screen, or can send as many small windows of their own as they like when working together on a project, we are thinking the camera for you would be on your screen but its focusing and locating of you to position you on the caller's screen is operated by the caller. (This last sentence came out bouncing along on a rhythm structure that was classy to say the least, real classy). Or else, it might be easier to have a second window on your screen showing you how you look to the caller, so that you can adjust the image if one side of your nose has a big pimple - hah hah. If I can sneak a dollar past the boom fairies up there on Capitol Hill - hah hah - we might end up having both kinds of focuses, because I want to get into conference calling in a big way, and want to use the out of focus ploys to allude to deficiencies corrected by more money when the boom fairies call, on such a system". Dr. Particle's ears wiggle foward and back, making a statement. I wonder if Dr. Particle once upon a time in a previous lifetime practiced yoga, or a circus act, or was born with exceptional motor controls in the ear muscles. The last remarks about the boom fairies were made more to the secretary than to me. The next remark is to me; "Of COURSE we aren't connected to the Information Highway, nor ever will be, for obvious national security reasons. But, from here, aided by this baby, (Dr. Particle indicates the computer work station with Pee Wee plunked in front of its black blank screen not listening), I have instant access to subatomic particle experiments, anywhere in the world. We high energy physics types like to play together. I can watch real time results, progressed while an experiment is actually taking place, sometimes. Of course I can't get EVERYTHING because of, well, you know, like progressional jealousies in, ah, different, ah, ah, ... several ... er". Something has lolipopped into into Dr. Particle's mind, because Dr. Particle ends up standing staring at a region of space just about exactly where a nose would end, once again. "Burb, sorry, lunchgas". This is Pee Wee speaking, to no one in particular but to all of us in the office at once. The secretary casts an amused glance my way. I am beginning to more deeply appreciate the secretary's perspicacities. Oh ho Pee Wee is at it again. This time Pee Wee rubs both palms on the legs of what are a pair of designer blue jeans cut off below the crotch to make a pair of shorts, washed by Pee Wee (or a friend) numero times till the crotch area's faded look was just right. There are slits deliberately cut an extra half inch up each seam of the cuttoffs, to give a final right-on raggy look to the brand new worn out style. How long did it take for Pee Wee to cut such seams a millimeter at a time, to get that final right-on to the max designer look in raggy style, I wonder in passing. But I don't notice any wiff or trace of the telltale reek and aroma of that particular kind of musk cologne certain people use when advertising to each other. This reek I could not detect a trace of. Hell! I don't want to be thinking of this kind of nonsense! In this instant, I feel the bump, the inner jump, the thought stream disconnecting from and drift carrying away in a fraction of a second. It seems, as I can see, that we have ALL gone on little private journeys. Dr. Particle seems puzzled by something, staring at the floor, puzzled by I know not what, maybe a particle experiment a competitor is up to, maybe an idea for a new experiment, maybe a backward reeling reflection alluding to something about Pee Wee Bong Bong's angle at the computer. Dr. Particle shoves the pair of rose tinted glasses up into the bridge of the nose with a forefinger. Pee Wee is slowly pulling a loose thread from the raw edge of one of the pant legs of those shorts. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 THE CUBE AND SPHERE OF THE SUPREME CREATORS 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 The secretary has moved over to the windows which are very wide, slightly curved, sloping outward. The secretary looks out at a heavy mixture of grey and dark overcast which is scudding along like line squalls without the squalls. The end of the line, with clear sky behind in a major arch, is fast approaching from oceanward. The mountains of the islands can be seen, blue in the distance. And I have been standing with one hand on the glasstop table, staring at a portrait of a famous wild eyed genius on the far wall. This is a face you can't miss, I have seen it in virtually every physics department office I have ever stood in, or seen on TV. This face is the person I have come to call 'The Saint'. In one of the more famous pictures, wild white hair flying, the 'Saint' is riding a bicycle at an odd tilt as if rounding a curve while riding straight ahead, some manuscripts sticking out in rolls from the deep pocket of a baggy pair of pants. And now, there is another strong drift I suddenly catch onto, a turn upside and turning toward more Reality. Things could be getting interesting, think I to myself. Let us wait and see what transpires. The burn, from Pee Wee's mental pressure, in now become reduced to a mere bit of a sting, only a point source in a clear and precise region in the right side, within my head's brain area. Which is okay. I can easily tolerate it, since it is no longer snagging me on the reverse to things in the pit, into thoughts of the kind which spill dowhill, or rather, turn negative in seconds flat, or have no answer and so can't be positive. It has taken me all of this time since coming into the big lounge which is lower down in the main decks of this luxury ocean liner - where I first detected the sting only at that time didn't know where it was coming from and so had momentary doubts about myself before taking charge then heading up the stairwell to this office - to get used to Pee Wee. It just goes to show you what can happen on a hell bent planet such as this one. Dr. Pee Wee Bong Bong, oily vibes from those mental efforts roiling the ethers, oily vibes I can feel strongly as a distinct roiling sensation inside my head, is pre-occupied to the maximum, according to the look of outer appearances. The thread from the crotch having been dropped to the floor, Pee Wee is now vigorously busy on a piece of paper, doing yet another flow chart on putting the dot on a line. This, I gather, pertains to Pee Wee's own concept of an abstract and infinte universe of (n) dimensions where nothing can be initially known (in the theory) except the dot. Everything that follows follows by probability, the task being concerned with what happened before the Big Bang. I've also gathered that in Pee Wee's effort the loaded dot is a lot more significant, somehow, than a mere singularity in a big bang, in Pee Wee's attempts at formalizing the universe into a personal image and likeness, using that computer. "Never mind what the JERKS say happens in the first hiccup and fart after the big bang", Pee Wee says, snorting up a wet overplus into his nose cavities. Pee Wee now seems totally determined. I can hardly believe the feel. Oily vibes are roiling in my brain, in runs and surges. Strong ones. No question that Pee Wee can be an awful mental giant. This is definate career urgent stuff, this mental giantism, an ultimate advanced ability so all of the awful mental giants believe, as if the world is depending on Pee Wee's successes with it. Who knows how long little Pee Wee has been dabbling with a dot, nor how long Pee Wee will continue dabbling. At the least these are amongst the many indirect impressions that are fighting for notice, pervading my inner thoughts as of this moment. The secretary has either been thinking along parallel lines regards Pee Wee, or has picked up something leaking from my private thoughts. Because irregardless of where the impressions came from, even if from the higher associate that is far larger than us both, the secretary turns to me and murmers; "Do you get the feeling that Pee Wee thinks the world might depend on Pee Wee's success with this particular theory. It's Pee Wee's fourth, this year, in case you didn't know". No I didn't know. As I chew on this bit of news, the secretary adds; "There is every chance that by next year Pee Wee will be publishing the first of the breakthroughs that changes everything, demolishing the junk that Pee Wee publishes this year. I can't BELIEVE the mentalizations that goes on with that gang", the secretary says. Pee Wee turns, tongue sticking out, for an instant, facing the secretary, then turns back to the computer to get lined up again with the head and hands following a straight line to a new brillient but very tiny dot in the middle of the screen. It is clear that the secretary seems trustful to me in a confidence that is reassuring, a confidence that wouldn't extend even as far as Dr. Particle or Dr. Sharples. There is something akin in the beingness of the secretary. I'm beginning to accept that the secretary is problably a double positive being; one of those who has come to this planet and incarnated uncontaminated to help to clean up the mess in the consciousness. How far the kinship extends I can't appreciate as yet, mainly because of the continuing influence of the mass consciousness of this planet itself and how it effects the finer perceptions of each of the soul atoms of a person. At least I know that the secretary is not bulled by mass consciousness frquencies which have such a glom on hard core science, and other areas of concern of course, for instance religions. Yee-yowww do I NOT want to start thinking about THAT. Dr. Particle seems to have become re-absorbed in Page E. of my project, Page E. being the 'HIGHRISE DEVELOPEMENTS' portion of my disclosure, or, rather, information. This is the part that further deals with Jupiter's eccentricity as able to conform to an energy spectrum for several Upsilon and X Meson particles. This is the info I've shown (as already said) in the form of cross sectional diameters of circles both concentric and adjoined; located along a base line in busy but clean looking geometrical gyres with Saturn and certain focused windows, having direct Compton Wavelength tie-ins to upper massed Upsilon particles, because Dr. Particle has been quietly reading the Pages of the sheath, while I've been keeping an eye on the progress as one sheet after another is scanned, inserting a comment every now and then when appropriate. My verbal comments must be irrelevant, because I've forgotten what they are. Otherwise, it is the secretary and I who are sharing the ways. I've concluded that this comes out to be the reason why, of all the things I could have done, my intuitive impetus got me here today, as I did, in such frantic haste, at the last minute, concidering all of the parameters of my awkward personal circumstances, even to rolling a jar of pennies to cover part of the long distance bus fare. "... and is perhaps this planet's most deep rooted, or at least ONE of its most deep rooted, prejudices against creation and the true understanding of Cosmic Law". The secretary has been talking to me. I missed part of it. Notwithstanding, the secretary continues; "I can see that so called scientific intelligence has been concidered the most highly regarded pursuit on this planet, while actually it is the most jealously guarded. I hate seeing a nitpick being argued ad nauseum in the name of advancing our knowledge of the universe". "I can wonder what the Cosmic Uniphysicist in charge of this solar system might have to say if given a chance after incarnating to actually stand up and start speaking out in the open about what is going on", I say, taking some conciderable risks in making such a remark, but deciding why not. I needed to be sure, somehow, that the secretary did not think I was talking about myself, since I am not this solar system's chief Uniphysicist but I know who is. But that person cannot stand up and speak freely, for everyone is waiting for a lord coming foward off the cross and twisting in grotesqurie, but are not ready for an assistant of the real Cosmic Authorities, in the temporary form of an ordinary looking human, walking across the room stating Uniphysical facts of this solar system. No way, not that kind of information, if it isn't backed by a PhD or something, and then, with a PhD the information would be totally different, and not from Cosmic Sources trying to uplift this planet. The secretary seems to have missed most of what I just said, and comes in obliquely with a remark to the effect that the secretary sometimes feels like going public and standing up to talk about some of the short circuits that continually seem to highlight the practices of science. Now I know that this is a co-incidence. I know the secretary is not this solar system's Cosmic Uniphysicist. Nevertheless, the fact that the secretary is inuiting on the right channels is very revealing, to say the least. I dive into this region by saying; "I've long been saying that creative intelligence is actually different than mental intelligence". "Yes, it has to be", the secretary affirms. Otherwise, how could you ever teleport to the Moon, for instance". At this juncture, I risk making a personally felt observation, I say risk - because such observations usually backfire on me. Ahh what the heck I go ahead and say it; "Creative intelligence can't be run on a schedule or programmed by an I. Q. test or tested by exams or scientists, and personality profile tests are even more misleading". Since there is no backfire, I feel still safe, and continue; "It is pointless to be forced into proving mental intelligence, or the worthiness of a career. For one thing, the female/male and male/female aspects of every being aren't even recognized yet as being vital; before a creative intelligence can even begin to be acknowledged. Its turning out that some of the most interesting people I've met are self taught, often changing their course in mid stride, doesn't matter their age, younger, older. Creative intelligence often developes slowly, it may take years before a scope in you becomes fine tuned enough to be useful. I claim having an unusual, even rare, gift in logic. But I am not yet sure; given the turbulent overcasts of this planet's fourth dimension - the thought dimension - how much of much is natural in everybody, how much is unique to me, and how much is due to the fact that I can't get pinned down by prejudices or the needs of social need achievers". I throw a glance to the secretary, the communication being made by bouncing my eyeballs up and down - not one of the better ways of interchange because it can create wrong impressions, wrong idea, incidentally. The secretary nods in silence. Dr. Particle has dived into a major portion of the fan on the glasstop table. Dr. Particle has just spread it out wide on the glass top. It looks like Dr. Particle has put the sheath properly in place inserted at the project's endpart, and now has spread out a section dealing with a middle range of the mass energy spectrum of quark based elementary particles. Maybe its time for a pause, because I am suddenly thinking my ... philosophising with the secretary ... is starting to sound like a contrived religion of its own, as I hear pieces of it coming back in an inner replay, me starting to think 'oh gee, why did I say this, I should have said that, and so on. Oh golly, there are little cringes in the comeback. But, no, the secretary may be getting a few teeny cringes on their own, judging from a few quick expressions which flit quickly across the secretary's face, even as the secretary proceeds to mumble a few urbane bits of philosophy while continuing some sort of level of preset agreement by saying, at last, aloud to me; "If you show two advanced skills, everybody thinks you've taken to the second because you aren't really that good with the first. You ever notice that?". For the first time this afternoon, the secretary gets wound up and stays emphatic. "I've known people who get by being famous in science and very good in fiction writing, or some sport, but rarely win major awards in both fields. I have come to the conclusion that society doesn't allow it. I have seen too many people BULLED by pressures into having to concentrate on one ability. Some... in business... seem to be multi-talented... successful at it when they stay in the field of business, where society can watch and admire. Too often, as soon as they change the technology of their business, the money zips over the hill into hiding in other people's pockets, holed up between trees along the signposts called credibility and conceit, two little faces peering out looking for relief. There's a lot of bull in the racemind". (Interrresting tie-in, here, the secretary using the word Bull in similar meaning to my use a few minutes ago. But I'll have to take a minute to explain the difference between racemind, and mass consciousness, and Cosmic Inductions, and clarify the part where creative intelligence usually isn't motivated by awards. Purposes are more the reason, more to the point the purposes are humanitarian). "You get the basic picture I should say", say I to the secretary. We have, at this moment, drifted over to the rear wall of the big office while talking, me nearer the PBX, the secretary nearer the picture of the 'Saint' hanging on the wall over Dr. Sharples' desk. I've been watching. Every time the secretary moves so as to be standing in front of the picture, the secretary instinctively immediately shifts position away from there. Even when I happen to move to parallax the secretary over the 'Saint', just to see what happens, the secretary instinctively again moves out of the way. I also get to peek around the doorway into the outer office but no sign of the robot which had brought the coffee, unless the robot has fused into a place in the metalwork back there, storing itself dutifully. Aw, come of it, I know this isn't a transformer toy, and the robot may be standing alert in a closet. "... and I can't BELIEVE how tight a grip this planet has on the nuts of the monkey, especially the money nuts". The secretary squeezes both lips together, empahtically nods, lips clamped. Waits. Unfortunately I've missed some of the conversation again. I'm finding, this afternoon, that it is very HARD to be concentrating on more than one track at a time, on more than one thing simultaneously, because of the brainwaves that keep leaping out invisibly into the air in the office, some from Dr. Particle but mostly from the main source, Pee Wee Bong Bong. I can fake through a missing gap in conversation as well as anybody. "Yep, that's the way it is, my total investment to date in paper and a few stationary supplies in completing this project; (I point to the fan on the glasstop table); is about thirty three dollars". The secretary only looks at me, saying neither yes, neither no. Then eventually asks; "You really do this kind of project without financing?". To which I reply; "A good portion of my mastercopies had to be done on the backs of scrap paper salvaged from rough drafts. I soon started running out of quality paper, this is the 20 inch by 14 inch sheets like these (I point to the fan on the glasstop table), and started saving the draft sheets instead of pitching them in the waste basket. Then, luckily, found another small stash of fresh 20 by 14 inch sheets in a cardboard carton stored under the bed. I say lucky, because I had just at that moment reached the point of having to go to the extreme of having to use an expensive eraser to rub out draft sheets that had been used on both sides, in order to keep working on my master copies". "No services, no hired help, no volunteers, no collaborators?", further asks the secretary. "Nope, nothing", I reply in the same ordinary tone of voice. "In the continuings of this project I have written: 'no apologies for any mistakes made in haste in the editing. These documents were finished solely by me in the non-accomodating circumstances of the sheriff padlocking the door'". After finishing our smiles I continue to tell the secretary the story of how it was that; "I dropped the master copies in a box out a rear window of the cabin. The sheriff saw it, poked inside but didn't seem to see anything of value in a box of paper covered with equations and geometry drawings and so didn't want to bother me about it. Sucked on a cigar, stoked a crewcut, and said: 'waddaya bother with that junk for'. I was actually quite lucky, this sheriff turned out not to be a complete failure and was in fact sympathetic. Felt the alcoholic landlord was trying to backstab me while seeming to be doing me favors, which is what I figured too - in fact the landlord suddenly told me of dabbling in black magic for awhile before becoming an alcoholic which instantly raised a number of alarms because black magic is the LAST thing I want hanging around trying to pollute my consciousness like a virus. Besides that, a number of psychic vampires were living in the same area as my cabin, I got that from one of those instantly awake dreams where the Melchizedek Archangel came by saying, 'okay, now we have to go get those pyschic vampires up on the hill'. I knew exactly what was meant. My landlord was one of the worse of a gang of rascals I was able to seal in black spheres to keep them temporarily confined until John the Divine has time to figure out what to do with them. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't be talking about such things. (For the first time the secretary had taken on a serious look and was peering intently at me. I must have done something instinctive, a facial gesture perhaps, because suddenly the secretary lightened right up and giggled. So I continued): We were talking about the heat that was on me while trying to finish this project. To finish the story, the sheriff let me go back into the cabin for the rest of my notes, plus the boxes. But checked each box as I came out the door". At this the secretary laughs. "You mean recently?". "Yesterday", I reply. "What the hell is this? Can you really jump between J/Psi particles then up to the energy state of the Upsilon?". Dr. Particle looks swiftly up, firing one heck of a shot of a look at me across the room to the desk, hits me square in the eyes with a shocking expression, then back to the sheet in question. Even before the super eyecontact I had caught the sharp little intermix of frequencies of an abberant vibration spewing into one of the steady states in my consciousness, from the right side like a different little spurt of energy, it stung a bit; Dr. Particle telepathing the thought preceeding the action before the words were spoken; an experience that very infrequently still happens to me, mostly when I'm caught off guard. In fact in the preceeding moments now that I think about it, I had been growing instinctively defensive and at the same time careless, some kind of stink had been creeping in causing a distraction that I wasn't monitoring and it was probably due to some subliminal thoughts associated with the 'Saint' and the famous picture of this scientist on the wall behind the desk where I and the secretary are standing. Now that I notice, even some lesser emotions had silently become involved around my midrift. In fact it turns out I had been feeling an anxiety starting to creep around and had neglected to look beyond the wrap I had been incorrectly putting around my pituitary. Look what happened. The wrap had become some ego and before I knew it I was blabbermouthing about John the Divine and the Melchezidek Archangle and myself. And now I find out it is all due to Dr. Particle freaking out over something on one of the sheets on the glasstop table. Experiencing the actual telepathic judo chop was unusual, usually I grow aware of such impingments after they have happened. But not this time, whoo! did I get it. If that had been single mindely directed, Dr. Particle's bolt could have moved more than a salt shaker. A stab like that could have crashed a computer, if such static had been directed at a computer, instead of to me. A trouble with trying to describe these kind of inner experiences - the spurt of arbitrarily inputted negative energy for instance - is that it can be very misleading to others, even though when described in great fanfare or detail. Different people percieve such things in different ways, is the main problem in talking about it. For instance, already the static is triggering a round of lesser private thoughts. Rage - the chronic constant bad frequency way in the background of the planet, has just been given a pumping boost and it is painful in the realms of my consciousness. Most any attempts to describe such effects usually leads into strange science fictions having little or nothing to do with Reality, ie. the way things actually do in fact happen, per the books of dribble spilled out by thinkers who think telepathy is a myth and get busy writing about it, not much different than the attempts of theoretical physicists to write nobly about things they know nothing about in Reality. These number amongst the many useless opions I am striving to keep to myself with great effort, as the musty clutter of nonsense caused by Dr. Particle's unkind telepathic hit, the judo chop, thank you, slowly runs its course. But this is not really a catastrophe, just a momentary upset, sort of par for the course when operating in a developing civilization being urgently raised from the inside back up into Cosmic Re-alignment on a regressed planet such as this. Then, too, people vary in the way people instream and outstream such contents. People dance to inner movements in different ways, sing in different ways, run in different ways, feel in different ways. And inners of consciousness also are in part individualistic, but all supposed in accord with who that being is in Reality and their soul matrix endowments to have certain abilities but not other abilities according to the needs and requirments of First Cause in Reality as evolution of the Local Universe moves on and ever upward. So continue the private thoughts, and I'm starting to get irritated over the fact that its happened. These thoughts are DEFENSIVE! Dr. Particle has seemingly taken a distinct negative reaction to something that was on one of my sheets of paper on the glasstop table. I'd better see what did this, think I to myself, while vigorously fighting the turbulence started up in my peace of mind by the spurt. Emotions are getting involved, always a spiritual no no but emotions are happening in me and this is not good at all. It's getting sticky business, because Pee Wee has become involved in the glom. I expect this to be that Pee Wee had willfully sided with Dr. Particle when the outcry was made. Anyway, I've got things to do, the first is not to get up tight by the impinge from Dr. Particle's bad thoughts. I bring through a saturating PINK radiation for a few seconds, followed by an ego dissolving moment of pure BLUE, then open it up into a wide flow of VIOLET having it come in from the Co-Creator's end intuned all the way uphill to the Surpeme Creators, via a link up originating several dimensions higher up in Cosmic Reality. These things can sometimes be percieved as forming feetward, an artifact like a space tube extending like a flow channel which subtely curves far back toward sources in the origins of time, while being taken up, drawn away and uphill higher up at the other end, up there where time will eventually end, of a particular flow channel in consciousness. About all I can mention about these mechanisms (of which there are many, and many more), is that they originate quite beyond the physical dimensionality of this planet and can move at the beginning end (whether coming down or going up) close to the central connectors in Creation. And can be made narrow, or wide, if a flow channel and not a saturating radiation. Where it goes after passing beyond here is hard to describe because the thoughts about it don't form easily into words that are useful. In fact in my case it is in feelings strongly coherent enough to be percieved as pictures. I do not, repeat, DO NOT, stand in willfull independence in the presence of for instance such flow channels. Especially here on the planes of the third dimension of this regressed planet. Well, there you go, you can see what happens when ego gets involved. Here I am wailing away in my private thoughts about reasons why Dr. Particle should NOT have given me that shocking telepathic hit, and the only problem is that bolt is what caused the collapse into ego mode in the first place. Fortunately, the saturating flows of color radiation are starting to work very effectively at stablizing certain frequencies in certain octaves of light in the fourth dimension and all I have to do is concentrate on maintaining the radiations until the bump comes, and, yes, there, it just happened, a whole bunch of shit just got released as if a wire has been snipped away and the disturbances are fluttering away no longer connected to time. The fluctuations will be quickly absorbed and dissolved in the flow of ionnic power moving past this planet. In a moment or two I will not even remember what the fluctuations were. In fact, things are locally changing direction already in the office. Dr. Particle seems to be mellowing, at this minute rapidly shunting three or four pages back and forth. I don't believe this is in sorting, rather, in comparing the Pages' datas in fast rewind and replay. Dr. Particle still looks annoyed, maybe not annoyance, maybe less than that. Irritated might be the word. The secretary has already given me an 'oh oh' look. "Dr. Particle", I say, hesitantly. "Dr. Particle?". "And so why just stand there what's this supposed to mean, that Mars connects the Upsilon to the J/Psi particle? We don't know anything about a connection like that?". "Well, that's not exactly what the Page says", say I. It is obvious that I'll have to deliberately shift the emphasis as presented from Dr. Particle's predilections, from those mystical even astrological connotations, to a reading of the exact datas on the Pages. These things I think of, while crossing over to the table quickly. Dr. Particle has remained, standing with both hands splayed out on the Pages in question on the glasstop table, leaning heavily forward with head cocked sideways looking straight at me. "For instance, ah, ah, yeah, it's this sheet". Gingerly do I pull the correct sheet out from under the pressure of Dr. Particle's little finger. Dr. Particle suddenly steps back to release the other sheets. ( I know it isn't that I have B O - bad body odor - I don't. Dr. Particle had just suddenly felt the body fall asleep for a few seconds while leaning against the table top). Pointing to the freed sheet, I continue as follows; "Here it is, simply summarized, that the difference between the lowest and highest mass energy states of the J/Psi particle - the span of that particle's resonance states in other words - is identical to the energy equivalent of Earth's orbit, if Earth's orbit is concidered to be synonymously identical to a Compton elementary particle wavelength. See, here, (I point to a cluster of digits and values on a Page), the datas in brackets here show that the difference between J/Psi particles of mass energy 3096.93 Mev, and 4015.99 Mev, is precisely 1319.06 Mev, which is exactly the mass energy you get using the Earth's mean of Orbit as a Fundamental Compton Wavelength, as said before, by uniformly reducing the Orbit by a proportional constant of magnitude 10 to the minus 27. This 1319.06 Mev quantity is the same as was mentioned earlier regarding the 'Earth Moon Metaphor For Subatomic Phenomena' involving stable Xion particles, in the Xion's case where the Moon's mean of Orbit is added and subtracted to the mean Orbit of Earth; ie., with the New Moon for the Neutral Xion state, and Full Moon for the Negative Xion state; whereby the two mass energy differences between Charge states of the Xion, higher Mev for New Moon, lower Mev for Full Moon, are imaged upon a mechanical structure, ie., the Moon and Earth in the solar system. If you get my drift, the Earth and Moon can model one heck of a lot of stuff, subatomically. "I didn't ask about that! What about this!", states Dr. Particle. Knowing that I have just been caught in another bath in the waves awash in the room, without wasting time I leap ahead, back to this middle range of mass energies (for Charmed Quark-based particles), to where I am saying; "a most interesting connection is between the top of the J\Psi Meson particle mass spectrum, and the bottom of the Upsilon Meson particle mass spectrum, between 4419.5 Mev (the highest J\Psi mass energy), and 9456.0 Mev (the lowest of the Upsilon mass energies). This is precisely what is found using solar Orbital segments found as 1/2 the difference between Earth and Mars' mean of Orbits, ie. halfway from Earth to Mars. Ie., the orbital in question is exactly half the physical distance between the two planets, in other words. Actually, six Earth radii inserted into the equation tightens up the particle connections to 100% exactitudes". "Well that almost sounds like numbers from the great pyramid"! says Dr. Sharples. Both the secretary's and Dr. Particle's heads snap up and I spin around for, yes, it is Dr. Sharples, coming in through the exit door, pausing only long enough to knock the OUT to IN beside the name Sharples outside the door, the change in presence announce with a loud clack of the sliding little piece of wood moving hard to the left via the hard quick flick of Sharple's middle finger. Things are happening very quickly. Now I see there is an end product to the current misgivings. Sharple's return. I now suspect it is the source reason for the cause of the static which set in so suddenly moments ago - manifesting through a weaker link ie. Dr. Particle - Sharples' static is already starting to pollute the air even before Sharples arrived in person. For Dr. Sharples is obviously very uptight at the moment, hurrying in to the office to slam a briefcase on the desk, kick a waste basket aside, shove some of my other papers toward the PBX on the desk to make room for a stack of file folders, giving me a dirty look, then spots the secretary standing there looking somewhat amazed, and changes character completely; smiling and eager to the secretary, saying in a high pitched voice squeezed with thought: "Did you manage to get the airline tickets. Don't forget it's tomorrow I'm due in Timbuktu hah hah, oversees, for conferences tomorrow at four PM. Its the middle of the night our time". Dr. Sharples casts a sharp look at me as if to make sure I am impressed by the duress of the, er, terrible time. Dr. Sharples gestures with an upright elbow, to show how bad this will be, then turns to Dr. Particle and begins to talk as if in mid paragraph like they had been talking all along; "They're now ready to commit their brainpower to our accelarator, now that we've confirmed trust by having Mustardball Valley in full rev running for a full week at full strength. Warming up! and GO!". Dr. Sharples snaps a finger. Subliminally it sounds like a snapping whip. This last remark, about the accelarator, is said specifically to me, followed by the snapping finger, (an act of black magic, incidently, snapping a finger to make a mental point), as Dr. Sharples turns smiling and cheerful to say it, still in the other character, the bad mood character temporarily shifted to some other place. Back to the secretary Dr. Sharples exuberantly says, voice back to normal; "How soon can you start the corrections for the computer. This afternoon? No, we'll wait till Pee Wee finishes, wouldn't take more'n a minute or two the way Pee Wee works. Got some more things I want you to do for the computer, they're in the briefcase, and those file folders are notes to go with it, shouldn't take more'n a coupla days, you work all night, all day, finished by the time I get back, how about it? Are you in?". "No", the secretary says. Dr. Sharples comes to a screeching halt. "Yo! not again!", is the dismayed exclaim. I have to say, in private thoughts of course, that it's getting noisy in the office. In fact there is yet another change in the ongoings. Dr. Particle in fact has mellowed again. Right now Dr. Particle is inserting four of the sheets into place before carefully gathering up the fan on the glasstop table into a single stack. Dr. Particle sort of turns to me as if there is sort of something important to say. Dr. Particle then sort of, after a suitable pause, proceeds ahead to say it; "There is one thing about this, so far"; comments Dr. Particle; "there is nothing about your documentations that screams crap!". I'm a little surprised. "I think you've just been handed an acceptance, of sorts, or at least been given a backhanded recommendation. Dr. Particle is known to be ruthless when it comes to particle physics at stake", says the secretary. Dr. Particle chooses to accept the secretary's observation by saying nothing in contrary. And here is where the unpredictable X Factors begin their arrivals in earnest. First, Dr. Particle leaves off to go over and confer in private with Pee Wee at the computer, Pee Wee has left off working on the flow of time before the beginning of the universe, the new theory being worked on, this week anyway, for a brisk confab with Pee Wee. There is a growing pile of wadded up paper scraps on the floor around Pee Wee's feet. Pee Wee quickly snatches up a fresh sheet of paper, blows hard and stickily into it, wads it onto the floor, vigorously wipes the eyes especially the loose skin under the eyeballs, squeezes around the throat using the right hand for the massage, raises the left arm, scratches the armpit, scratches, yes, the itchy ass, groans about the flu going around, and turns back to the confab with Dr. Particle who is now leaning close by the old oak desk chair. (I've already seen it happen, at least one other wad already has a blow from Pee Wee's nose rolled into it. I do this myself, use scrap paper in lieu of tissue paper when in a hurry to blast my nose clear when interdimensional pressures momentarily press in causing the sinuses to water or effulge mucus. But definately my nosed up scrap paper (rare when it happens) goes into a waste basket handy near my feet when working on a project so the dog doesn't get into the blast and start playing with it. Something about my overpluses makes this dog want to check it out in the most thorough of ways, straight in and straight down the pipe. Chew chew and its gone, the dog wagging its tail trying to tell me something. Something about the flavors of my ear wax, seems to turn the dog curious too. When alert I can handle the pressures within minutes and come out in a Cosmic induction, changing whatever in frequency, without succumbing to running noses, whereas often people around me start complaining about how terrible they feel, and within hours the misaligned pressures in them has cooked up a stew of viruses composed of the latest flu epidemic, activated by frequencies of a particular Cosmic induction that did not gell smoothly into the mass consciousness. Sometimes its just a cold the person has, though still caused by inability to handle Cosmic Inductions. I don't get these reactions anymore because I've learned how to field certain pressures on this planet but for sure for many years up until a certain recent age all day long my nose was typically plugged on the left side, then the right side, then about four hours later on the left again, shifting back and forth regularly, day and night, the same as everybody, often gumming up the area behind where my tonsils used to be before a Doc made some profit on them. Nowadays, I rarely ever have to blow my nose at all, say I, speaking too soon, horking up a throat gooey and secretly swallowing it. Meanwhile, there is Pee Wee, wet like hell, his nose and sinuses a stewing mess, caused by his own bad frequency, which went extra sour when he missed the powerful major new induction that was pouring in back when the secretary and I were watching through the ocean liner's big windows a Mother Ship manifest in a recurrance of energy principles low and nearby for a moment in the third dimension, looking like a roll of cloud to some, like a science object of vast magnetude to others who had the patience to watch the appearance go through its very slow-motion condensation as the seconds ticked slowly by, one by one. For me it wasn't a question of patience, my thoughts normally flow at such velocity, the racing speeding shots of static riqocheting back and forth in my brain box hardly never happens anymore in me except by accident. Hmmm, just thinking of Pee Wee's dilemma is triggering the wrong kinds of thought, like private thoughts speaking in conversation to no one in particular, this is stuff that John the Divine in particular definately does not appreciate because it interferes with so many things going on in the nearby higher dimensions and I get told loud and clear to SHUTUP if it happens as I'm falling asleep at night, for instance. But now, wide awake, standing here, it is fully my responsibility to stop the psychic noise usurping my thoughts from the outside at this very moment, it is up to me to get the silliness to stop. So I do. But, uh, the vibes in the office right now aren't all that healthy ... the worse is not from Pee Wee, it is conveyed by Dr. Sharples, as it turns out. Dr. Sharples is right at this very minute on the way into a new cunning ploy, sweeping my stack of disclosure papers recklessly aside on the glasstop table and coming over with the file folders and throws a few open, getting ready. "Nowww, about these trials, I should be about ready to try forking the quark and gluon modelling simulations, the new versions, of simulations... ", says Dr. Sharples speaking loudly but to the tabletop. But then, instead of seeking the secretary, Dr. Sharples goes straight over to the computer area to talk in whispers into Dr. Particle's ear, and they both laugh, Dr. Sharples laughing the loudest, probably Sharples telling a dirty joke. (Not an unfair judgement judging from what I've just seen on Dr. Sharple's face). Pee Wee meanwhile takes a break to get back on the job, fingers flying on the keys and, thus, after a few seconds of processing time the dot re-emerges in the middle of the computer screen. Pee Wee Bong Bong has been looking at a stop watch on the wrist. "Not bad, I've just chopped 1.234568 seconds off this phase of the processing time", says Pee Wee to Dr. Particle and the nodding Dr. Sharples. Sharples is evidently very impressed. "I've got the second sidecar before creation down to about 26 minutes"; Pee Wee next says. I gather this means some parts of the computer have been vigorously at work on hidden parts of Pee Wee's editor urgent project. "Pee Wee is nuts", says the secretary close to me so only I hear. "I can knock more than 25 minutes off that same program segment. And it would only take me a couple of minutes to rewrite the program links to do it. This interlude away from these central characters in the planet's science and physics community has given the secretary an opportunity to resume our previous conversation, for the secretary now says to me in the brief moment we stand together; "I've become really good, writing machine languages for computers. Self taught. (That answers my question). But ... I don't like today's computers, so I turn down job offers all the time. Dr. Sharple's wants me to write some special operators for this THING"; the secretary points to the work station which principally notes the location of Pee Wee. "I might, the money's good, in fact fantastic. Problem is I might want to play around a bit, try some ideas, whereas Sharples wants it done fast, yesterday if not sooner, I'm reaching the point where I detest the pressure. Right now there is some extra data rafted in an insert along the bottom of the 40 inch screen of the computer. Dr. Particle is pointing to something in tiny print down there, and Pee Wee is emphatically saying "No!". Instead, Pee Wee touches a key on the computer consul, and the aforementioned dot drifts in lazy circles off to the left of the screen, trailing a tail of sparkling fuzz which lasts for seconds behind the dot's travels. "This is getting WORSE!", shouts Pee Wee. "Those new probabilities are SUPPOSED to be stable, BEFORE the Big Bang. I've ORDERED them to be stable, they're SUPPOSED to work. Why are they not WORKING!". Probably because your theory is not correct, probably, think I to myself in a dry flat thought manner. "Pee Wee knows how to talk about it", says Dr. Sharples, boasting in explicit support of Pee Wee to both the secretary and I, as Dr. Sharples leaves off the computer and walks back to the glasstop table. The so said genious of Bong Bong is not even questioned, not even for a second, not even for an instance of doubtful thought, by Sharples, apparently. It is my observation that this is how such people as Bong Bong, and Sharples too, get by in the world. Not a shadow of doubt crosses their perfect perceptions of themselves, and they are totally WRONG, in terms of Reality and the vast Cosmic worlds and mansions and intelligence and lifes formed of the Supreme Creators. The 180 degree wrong turned perceptions of wizards like Bong Bong and Sharples are formed of a 100% faith-belief in the absolute limits of the empirical third dimension, which is, in fact, nothing whatever but sluggish leftovers from the major pure energy dimensions of Reality where life actually exists. Oh wowee what a thought! I pretty well had it all at once in a most clear single perception, took several seconds to re-form it into word form, but managed to catch myself short just before starting to blurt it out to the secretary. NOT NOW! intuition managed to warn me very strong in the nick of time. Dr. Sharples throws open a few more filefolders and slyly slides one toward the secretary standing nearby. Without moving, the secretary glances down at the opened filefolder. Dr. Sharples slyly slides a second one over to hide the first one. "Please, I really don't intend to get sucked in by you again", says the secretary. "Okay, okay"; says Dr. Sharples, like a movie actor pretending to give in on a big deal; "I'll get you a key so you can come in on the weekend and you can fool around with your own games, I don't CARE what you do, fool around as long as you want, only I NEED this stuff, fast!". "Let me think about it for a minute". The secretary leaves off here and comes over to me, bringing me up to date. The secretary is slightly miffed - if miffed is the right word. "The 'game' Dr. Sharples oh so casually mentioned is actually a real time graphic program I've written in which an object, such as a chair, continuously rotates, fluidly, around three different axis which themselves are also rotating. I have done it through a part of the computer which is no different than an ordinary PC compatable with a 20 Meg Hard Drive. Instead of masses of memory and gigantic power sources, I've invented algorythms that reduce the number crunching by factors of 3 to 4 thousands of times faster. I've just last night added in continuous zooming, in and out along a Z indepth axis". The secretary demonstrates this by moving an open palm away from, then straight toward, my face, saying; "Zoom!". (Because of my surprise, and interested look, the secretary changes tack). "Ummm ... on the rotating chair, I've now got the operators working like a motor, the model of the chair demonstrates that the principle is perfect. In removing hidden lines of the chairs, I can remove them in an instant continuously in real time, I have employed in the simple demo a kitchen chair - which is actually very complex, topologically - a maximum range of parameters and perspectives in the kitchen chair, all contained in a simple easy to see model. In the demo portion of my program there are over 5000 images taken through rapid processing to complete a rotational cycle lasting a part of a minute. Now ... "; says the secretary to me, a straight finger sticking up quick and back down again; "...I want to create genuine three Dimensional visualizations, not merely ordinary three D projections. I can, very soon, program true fluidly moving stereoscopic images". This computer here (the one in this office) is one I can proceed on faster than anything else available, since I helped set it up. Found some obscure chips that doubled the entire speed of it, right off. Tinkered a bit with the Hard Drives as well, speeded them up too oh you wouldn't believe how much they can be speeded. Little techniques". I have been nodding my head during this, and had been inserting the word 'right', 'right', as the secretary was talking. And all this time I thought this person, who seemed as if doing the work of a secretary, was a secretary, or secretarial assistent. Hmmm. The secretary continues to clue me in; "for instance I never use the manuals. (This is said with the secretary gesturing to the long row of blue colored manuals extending - as we see them from where we stand - from Pee Wee's right kneecap almost past the wall that has the wall sized Elementary Particle Mass Energy Chart. The manual's row ends just about where the ad hoc section on Ether Rigging Bosons starts). Pee Wee and Dr. Sharples use the manuals all the time, particularly Dr. Sharples. Pee Wee can find things very fast in the manuals, thinks its a gift. Thinks I don't know how to use the manuals, thinks that's why I rarely use them. Occasionally I have to look up a reference table for technical settings, dip switches, or some such thing". There is a momentary pause in our conversation because I can't think of anything to say. The secretary starts again. "I've solved technical problems for Pee Wee by reaching into the back and feeling around for warm chips. I press all the chips down, every so often one has sprung loose. Resolder pins sometimes. Pee Wee meanwhile is searching a manual for 'Reading Errors'. Next day's problem is that Dr. Sharples has gotten in there again and put a brand new Uniboard Module Intermediary in the wrong socket. No boot, no recorder cookie drive A:. Sharples gets drive A working, no disk drive B. Gets tape drive G booting. No Hard Drive C or D. Gets the giant E Cram Disk moving then it shuts down but the laser heads aren't lifted over the landing zone, and everything crashes. Real gross. I get called in, we argue, I lift the lid and change the module to the correct socket and Sharples thinks I'm lucky. 'You and you're god dammed magnetic fingers', shouts Dr. Sharples, storming out of the office. Meanwhile, I've got to change blown Cram Disk E which has oozed traces of ozone smoke due to the module in wrong socket P. This goes on all the time,' says the secretary. I think I am suddenly getting a glazed swimmy look in my eyes because right now I have lost touch with what the secretary is technically saying. Its the term 'Uniboard Module Intermediary' which did it. I'm trying to remember where I've heard of such a thing, or what it means, actually, I don't think I've ever heard of it, and wouldn't know what it means anyway. Fortunately, the secretary catches on to my dilemma, because the secretary immediately interjects; "Oh I'msorry, (doubleword empahsis intended), a Uniboard Module Intermediary is a circuit board made into a chip of about a half inch in size that is the new generation for computers. There are some optical circults in there as well but THESE are SUPER secret. For my experimental PC truncated version of the computer here, (the secretary flicks a fast pointing finger to the computer to our left), the whole mother board is contained in a chip no larger than a fudge brownie. It's custom made. A prototype module chip, it is configured only to fit this machine. There is a layer of doped metal in it, attempts to X-Ray its secret insides results in the metal becoming active and you know what that means, WIPE OUT!". "Tell me about it". This is Dr. Sharples, looking to us as if looking over the top of a pair of bifocals. This is the famous Dr. Sharples who had tried to X-Ray the gall darn thing, the first such chip ever made, then had to squander time trying to appropriate some budget to get a new chip, or so the secretary tells me, bringing me up to speed in a quick aside. Whereupon Dr. Sharples, muttering about useless 'Intermediary Module Uniboards', returns to the latest object, ie. windowed in a file folder spread open on the glasstop table to show mylar layers carefully done in multicolored draftsmanship having something to do with a Quark-Gluon modelling scheme tied to Ether Rigging Bosons, I think. Densly arrayed mathematical parameters give locations for the positions of each object on each layer. Some of the layers seem to be parameterized in logrythms, to various bases other than base 10. Quite a masterpiece of applied mathematics, I suppose. One of the calculous symbols is a half a page tall. We are, we three, gathered around the glasstop table, the fan stack (my papers) partially knocked over and mostly covered by Dr. Sharples folders. The secretary and I on one side, facing the computer and the wall with the Particle Properties Chart, Dr. Sharples on the other side of the glasstop table facing the wall with the Nation's flag, portrait of the President, and the 'Saint's picture over Sharple's own desk. Dr. Particle and the Bonger are both nose to nose close to the computer screen, looking at fine detail in a fouled graphic misinterpretation of a yellow line. This time the yellow line is vertical. I think they are following the speed of the pulse at which Pee Wee's program is regenerating the image. When Dr. Particle runs a finger along the line, the line breaks open into dashes parading in a row uphill like a parade of dashes made of light bulbs parading across a theatre marquee. The giant 40 inch screen is easily big enough to see the strobe from over here, but only when Dr. Particle moves a finger at a speed synchronized with the parade. The newest problem, apparantly, is that the line is supposed to be solid and not made of fragments with breaks between. The secretary continues to talk to me; "The Intermediary Module, is an extra serial port that allows new Uniboard Modular chips to be plugged in over existing circuit board designs, even using a modem if it comes to that. This office is getting new modules straight from the designer stage. It will be a while yet before this technology is available to the public. In a sense, we are, or at least I, am trying to test the designs, in spite of the interference. (Secretly the secretary gestures quick on the sly toward the intense looking Dr. Sharples), Oh!, I must make it clear, these design stages have no bearing on my rotating chair experiments, ah, ah, my program. The rotating chair will rotate ah, ah, work on any old original PC, one with a simple Hard Drive and a 360 K disk drive. Isn't that NIFTY!". It might appear here that I'm beginning to hear a resentment coming from the secretary. But on second thought, despite the inflection, I actually think resentment is not a frequency in the secretary's voice. Amazement at the degree of career-ego thinking in the planet-trapped stalwarts in the room, with a touch of amusement, is more the case, expressed explicitly to me as amazement through the secretary's inflection. I tell about having seen Pee Wee whip through a manual so fast that pages got torn. Now THAT is efficient, but quite a misuse of intelligence none the less. The secretary smiles, with a warm-light look. "Since Pee Wee arrived, the manuals are quickly filling with pieces of tape", says the secretary still smiling with the warm-light look. And straight away continues; "Pee Wee, at times, gets locked into real creeping meatballs. Last week Pee Wee tried to find a reference on real time hidden line removal for a continually rotating object in the manuals, as run on a version of the computer truncated to a PC model. Pee Wee wasted several hours looking in manuals. Couldn't find a reference, because there isn't any, in the manuals. I couldn't explain that to Pee Wee because Pee Wee is too intelligent and thinks I don't know how to use the manuals. 'You don't know how to use the manuals!', shouts Pee Wee, snapping through the pages faster than before, showing me how to do it', pausing to put in little pieces of scotch tape, snapping through more pages ... taping again ... the midnight oil burning away the hours. And I can't even get on the machine to do a single 30 second test with my rotating chair program. As you can see, the greatest possible progression of creative intelligence often has to hurry at the minimum performance level of the very next person along the line in the chain of command. And in that chain, EGO is most often FIRST. Isn't that ABSURD!". I have to laugh, expecially at the way the secretary's finger popped up then down in a flick that was almost too fast to see yet V E R Y precise. The secretary in an explainative tone of voice continues; "I brought a demonstration segment of my program in the other day, when Boom Fairies from the Capitol were present, showed it to Dr. Particle, couldn't get the sucker to run because Dr. Sharples had changed a circuit board in one of the controller serial ports, without telling anyone, thought it improved his graphics. Naturally the WHOLE computer system is running far slower but you can't tell Dr. Sharples. The result is Dr. Sharples animated images don't flick around so much like winkies in a video game, they don't look quite so much like a cartoon, which is actually what they are. Sharples is trying to work around an in-house political situation in which a five hundred thousand dollar system, worth at least 30 million for equivalent power just five years ago, dropped on our heads won't run Sharple's Gluon simulations. The old machine used a different version of Unix, apparently, a version that doesn't get used anymore. When Sharple's found out, I thought the windows of this office were going to blow across the ocean. It was a bad day for everybody. The 'f' word had taken over the entire vocabulary. Unfortunately Dr. Particle couldn't get to see my demo or my rotating chair, and I had it especially prepared; 'Dr.' was on the top side of the chair seat, and 'Particle's' was on the bottom, so that it could be seen in an instant that the chair was truly rotating toroidally on three independently rotating axis". "Sounds, ah fantastic", is about all that I can appropriately think of to say. When talking to such people as this secretary, er, interesting person, about actually pushing computers, I'm a novice for sure. "And now THIS! (The secretary points to the file folders plopped so careflully yet so carelessly by Dr. Sharples on the glasstop table). These are the re-writes in another computer language, and they look much worse than before. In fact, so far the only one who has found them interesting at all is Dr. Sharples and nobody can figure out why. Want to know how long this has been going on?, over a year!. I could have the whole thing up and running in a few days, if I thought it had purpose, which I don't. Which is why I'm so reluctant, expecially with the clunky language being used to drive it. The only reason the language is being used is because Dr. Sharples is familiar with it and refuses to switch to a far easier approach, one that I can show how to use in less than a day. But Dr. Sharples is not interested, its my approach, not Dr. Sharples. The old wheels grind on with hardly anything to show for it". Dr. Sharples shoots a glance to the secretary and says; "Only a succer would try and use THAT language". And that seems to be the end of it, as far as Dr. Sharples is concerned, busy being concerned for the moment with carefully putting one transparent overlay over another, over something on the glasstop table. Dr(s). Particle and Bong Bong are still hunched in close quarters over the computer their heads almost entering the screen they are peering so close at strange stuff occasionally popping in then out of existence on it. Otherwise, the screen has gone blank again. Dr. Bong Bong's right leg is pumping vigorously up and down with toes curled against the floor, probably a static release mechanism Pee Wee Bong Bong is not even aware of. "The problem is"; the secretary continues, "that Dr. Sharples doesn't think my continually rotating chair is possible, given the current computer state of the art. On a gigantic machine yes, no doubt, but not on so-called smaller network modular setups like the one in this office, even though so sophisticated. Simply not enough power to do all that processing. 'I don't believe it, PERIOD!', is what is said, Won't take a second to see my demo segment. I say try. Sharples refuses, says why waste the time. There probably isn't another place in the world where you can see motion like mine simulated on a computer, run on a simple table top PC computer, Dr. Sharples insists I'm talking impossibilities. You see, for a PhD project, Dr. Sharples tried something similar and after frustrated labors only got faster processing time in step by step freeze frame images. Didn't do a THING toward speeding up the removal of hidden lines. So finished the PhD as a hasty proof that real time continuual motion programs like mine are impossible on ordinary computers. Dr. Sharples insists I'm talking impossibilities. And I haven't even got to the point of showing my similations of a Cube and Sphere! On this system here (The secretary points to Pee Wee Bong Bong, actually, to the computer), Sharple's programming runs in simulation of an animated cartoon. My program approach is superior in every way you can think of it. The only place you could get even an approximation of my simple demonstration is on the big systems for instance like the one through which this local system can connect cross country to Mustardball Flats - (the secretary again points to the nearby computer at which are hunched Dr(s). Particle and Bong Bong) - and maybe fifteen million dollars in written software, if other people did the software using my program procedures. Nobody knows my secrets but me, I've showed no one how my algorythms are handled. Even if they got a copy of source codes it would be virtually IMPOSSIBLE for anyone else to figure it out. It would take them big big bucks to work it through if they tried, unravelling it a step at a time, not to mention all my deliberate spelling mistakes in there, attempting debugging at a thousand dollars a day per programmer. Maybe they would get it, eventually. Right now, I want to be left alone to develope the Cube and Sphere model. You can see my problem. Oh yes, mine is VERY different than mere cartoon graphic animations and other forms of mobile simulations". Yes, I can see the problem. But already, I can see other solutions. To the secretary; because I have been quietly forming some thoughts all along; I hesitantly ask: "Can you locate a point in perspective behind your image and have your 3 D lines parallax back to it while your image, your Cube and Sphere for instance, continue to rotate? This way you can get 3 D instead of two and one half Dimensions. In fact you could go straight in along a base line axis to the vanishing point, and parallax across your image parts at right angles, eliminating the tedious side tangents to make it easier at the start. Your 3 D would be slightly different, but you could quickly have a very interesting effect. Unless there is something I don't know, making that impossible to do? Maybe your algorythms easily handle tangents?". My questions are sincere ones because it's possible there is something I don't know that would screw the idea. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 THE CRASH OF HARD CORE PHYSICS 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 "Oh, tangents are no problem whatsoever for my algorythms. In fact genuine stereoscopic simulation is a new part of my program, I'm working on it now", the secretary answers. No longer do I like using the name secretary. "What IS your name", I quickly ask. "Oh, I don' know, you can call me anything if you like", and laughs lightly. "Okay, there is something further, that few people know about, though once upon a time I thought everybody knew about it. In Grade 10 (I should mention I was one of those who went through the entire school system with a 60% average, I had a lot of trouble understanding why I didn't do better even if I did a bit of work but now realize it was because most of what was being taught in the school system was so unimportant) I spent most of Grade 10 doodling three dimensional drawings in my notebooks. These were done with a pencil and ruler by freehand. For instance, (I'm warming up fast to the subject), suppose you draw two dots on a paper. By overfocusing your eyes beyond the surface of the paper you can draw the two dots together until they superimpose forming one dot. Now, suppose you draw two lines. But not parallel, one at a slightly different slant than the other. When these are superimposed they also become stereoscopic. One line coming out of, or into, or further inside, or outside the surface of the drawing paper. I became good enough that I could draw things floating up almost to eye level. Basically, stereoscopic cartoons are drawn using the same principle. An old Woody Woodpecker cartoon had the audience grabbing money floating around in front of their faces. Until they took off the special glasses"; I'm quick to add. "I didn't know that, doodling stereoscopically". The secretary is somewhat younger than me and probably was into something else, Dick and Jane and the New Math, think I without derision thinking instead of the school system per se. Given this, I continue; "Stereo doodling is real easy to do once you get the hang of it. I got into using different colors for different extra effects. Lost interest when grade ten ended. The only trick is that you can't have any part of any two superimposable images set any further apart than the width between your eyes. You can draw ellipses by hand, such that they sit on a plane which extends directly away from you, into space. It seems to me that all you need for stereoscopic imaging, at least to demonstrate the principle in model form, is to have one of your chairs to the left of center, referenced to a vanishing point deeper in the screen, and a similar image to the right of center, referenced likewise to the same vanishing point, or even to a slightly offset point. In bringing the two figures together by overfocusing of your eyes, the rotating image of the chair HAS to be hanging there stereoscopically in space in the screen. The surface texture of the screen, and the object, have to become separated, when seen by overfocusing the naked eyes. "I didn't realize that it could be so uncomplicated"; the secretary says. "The principle sounds simple enough, in fact real simple, that could be EASY to do". "Not quite", I am compelled to say. "The image will explode into irrationally connected pieces and ridiculous stereo mistakes, unless, you correctly follow the shifts of each part of an image when programming stereoscopically. Fortunately for everybody there is an easy approach to start with. It could start with two lines onscreen, almost but not quite parallel, you then overfocus them by looking into the screen. When the two lines drift together and superimpose they will fall along an axis of depth. If the two lines are drawn to cross each other, part of the line will then project out of the screen, and the other part will continue in behind the screen's surface. Any particles of dust or fingerprints on the screen will seem to hang there by themselves in empty space. In other words the line will actually be seen to be sticking right through the screen. This first test will demonstrate without question how it works. From here, stereoscopic images could be quickly trialed without recursing to external aids such as polarized screen covers, or glasses, or a cardboard to divide between your nose and the screen, one image in red the other green with you wearing colored glasses, nor of course, exact mathematical plotting, etc.". "Yes, it wouldwork", the secretary says realfast, one finger updown quick, doubleword emphasis intended. "Something you might want to know, something I've observed that is very interesting"; I say to be helpful; "is that colors combine in stereo in interesting ways. I didn't learn this in grade ten, I was fooling around a couple of weeks ago with some simple lines drawn by hand, the kinks in the lines from being hand drawn actually make the resulting stereo line meander like a stip of solder wire. But that's not the extra effects of color I want to tell you about". "Oh, says the secretary, a genuine question, answer, and go-ahead, sort of. "If a left and right image are in two different colors such as Mauve and Green when focused, they form a more Purple color. And also, focusing is very easy with the naked eyes. The colors almost snap together, into focus. But Red and Yellow tend to stand separate. It is very difficult to bring a red and yellow image together into stable focus. It's no wonder that in Cosmic Law, (as much as has so far been able to be recorded on this planet) Red is deemed the color of Intelligence ie. the Male Principle, and Yellow is deemed the color of Substance ie. the Female Principle. I think there is something worth investigating in this, since Green and Purple are complimentary colors of Red and Yellow. In effect, Yellow tends to fight, or want to remain distinct, from other colors when a piece of Yellow is but one segment of a stereo image. In fact two Yellow lines snap together easy, two Yellows are amongst the easiest of colors to focus". "IN-teresting", is the secretary's response. I continue outlining a few more salient points about the subject (all of this actually because the secretary had mentioned the Cube and Sphere in fact, with a possibility that the secretary did not know what the Cube and Sphere was in Reality, but was none the less so well enough intuned intuitionally and in the pure emotions, that the Cube and Sphere was real in the secretary's consciousness). (The Cube and Sphere will now replace the Star of David as the master symbol of Creation, which stands to reason, since the Star of David intrinsically forms as a six sided star inside the Cube and Sphere of the Supreme Creators Alpha and Omega). These, a couple of quick thoughts, have just gone skooting by, too fast to capture in word form. But I know I shall have to mention the higher power behind the Cube and Sphere, to the secretary, as soon as opportunity allows. But not this minute, not yet. And so I say; "The next problems, as I see them, (I have been thinking in swiftime in the last few intervals, hoping not to be offending, nor interfering, hoping not to be jumping into someone else's higher project, hoping not to mess around), is how to get beyond the simple scope of a user focused image. At this stage you the viewer are fixed outside the screen seeing toward a vanishing point at a fixed location inside, or for that matter outside, the screen, and viewing a stereoscopic three dimensional image that changes orientation and perspective in front of you, mediated by the flat surface texture of the screen. (Seems intuitionally correct to have said this, no bounce in the vibes, no sudden downjerk, no sudden oh oh in the feelings that are stable and constant). The secretary, er, what was that name?, er, the secretary nods, interested. The secretary must know about these topics re: 3d imaging, but is apparently listening to a fresh point of view. So I continue hurredly; "I would like to be able to continue the self-done focusing by using the eyes in bringing the two images together, but wonder how difficult this might be when, A. the vanishing point is made to move around in egocentric mode, ie. with everything else moving around your fixed reference, and B. you are made as if to be moving around in geocentric mode to the vanishing point's fixed reference. This geocentric mode is closer to a true hologram. With all three modes, the nonecentric mode with the image being able to move around between you and the vanishing point, the egocentric mode with the image and vanishing point each independently moving around, and the geocentric mode with you and the image each independantly moving around, then fully functional three dimensional holograms are evident, ones that you could walk through and surround you, for instance. A fourth, a duocentric mode, completes the options; the image remains in fixed locations and you and the vanishing point each independently move. But all that is not what we want to start with. A simple means of getting stereoscopic imagery in small computers is the important step". I'm already ready for assembling such logics as just visually outlined on the spur of the moment because I have thought, ever more seriously over the past weeks, about ways images such as my Perfect Eclipse drawings (these are the steady state contant images which occur masslessly in space in precise exactitudes involving such empirically unlikely entities as Earth and the planets Venus, and Mars. Plus the particle data contents being shown today for the very first time on this planet, and quantal gravitational relativistics, I have wondered how these images might be projected from a computer, or two computer sources, to be visible in front of a couple of different people, when both are watching. The secretary has lapsed into a private thought pause, so that at this very moment nobody is talking to anybody. Aw, so what the heck, I'm daydreaming too, thinking about first found steps in stereo imagings. To be more specific, my thoughts have centered on what kind of keystroke logics might be used to handle such imaging. Hence the idea for FARSTAR. The thing about FARSTAR is that it has to be extremely efficient in free-will handling of the manipulations of datas, ergo the operations designed to handle modellings are ultimately superior for handling mathematics, and geometrics which includes graphics, and of course simpler things like word processing, since all of the logics for manipulatings of datas are identical anyway in each of the different disciplines. The only other requirment is that logics and algorythms for modifying datas, ie. pure math functions for equations for instance, are found substructured under the logics which manipulate the results of the modifications. The low end option in substructuring is working through pre-formatted mathematical systems, such as grids with X Y and Z axis, and location parameters for such as archetectural blueprinting, or polar co-ordinates for surveyor's work. Exact orbital pin points for moving objects through and around the gravitational fields of the solar system. And so on. On into creative and stereoscopic imagings. That's as far as we get. Dr. Particle calls the secretary over to answer a hurried question about the computer equipment, any chance that its the computer not working rather than Pee Wee's program, but no, the computer is just fine. Leaving Dr. Sharples and I to look at the size of each other's elbows by the glasstop table. "Well, have you and 'the secretary' figured a way of removing a chair that won't rotate, from the middle of my best time sharing moments?", asks Dr. Particle in a snarly but friendly comment with sly's of humor no contention present. Dr. Sharples has been, during the time leading up to this holdover, occupied with making some on the spot revisions to the contents of the filefolder last waved in uh, Pons', Bams, Anything, uh, er, the secretary's face. Dr. Sharples has moved the filefolders so I can't see any of their top secret contents. 'Very Secret', and 'Top Secret', is stamped on the outside of many of the filefolders, and on some of the contents. Dr. Sharples keeps busy at it, doing corrections, and demising other changes. A box holding dozens of different color pencils now sits folded open on the tabletop. Dr. Sharples leaves off and turns suddenly to me to ask; "Look, just what is it you're doing here, this is a very busy office with important things to do". Right instantly Dr. Particle calls over; "Hold it, this is my guest. Why not aquaint our friend with some of our upcoming Ether Rigging Boson particle experiments. I'll be tied up ... for a moment here" ... Dr. Particle and the secretary return to their task, which at the moment involves thumbing rapidly back and forth through several computer product catalogues. So here it happens that Dr. Sharples starts to fill me in. Dr. Sharples is speaking much faster than before, in a voice only disinterestedly squeezed with thought, and is mouthing everything in pure ivory tower jargon, the tongue almost tatters against the roof of the mouth uttering some of the terms. The torrid outpour of lore doesn't stop. I can't tell a thing about what the information is. But apparently it has to do with some Ether Rigging Boson experiments just getting underway at Mustard Ball Flats. We have at this moment been drifting over to the desk by the rear wall while Dr. Sharples is talking, me nearer the PBX, Dr. Sharples nearer the picture of the white haired 'Saint' on the wall, the famous picture with one eye larger than the other. Negative-positive people think this shows a more authoritative, more intelligent, expression. Double-positive beings like myself know that such a larger eye is due to a greviously negative overplus in the mental frequencies. The picture of the 'Saint' on the wall is hanging slightly askew. Crooked frames are a thing with me, I immediately move behind the desk and set the frame straight. This has nothing whatever to do with paying homage to or symbolically identifying myself with the 'Saint'. Just the opposite. The fact of the 'Saint' is that this is a picture which has been seen on the wall of virtually even physics department office I have ever been in. And also the offices of most physicists and professors, most often on the wall behind the department head's desk, sometimes on the wall where the department head can constantly see it, or at least somewhere in the department. Never having been off this continent I can only speak for the two countries I've lived in. It wouldn't surprise me to find that this same picture, or if not this, other pictures of the 'Saint' are to be found hanging on physics walls around the world. The 'Saint' is such a well known genius of this world, now dead of course. In this particular picture, the 'Saint' in a wooly sweater is riding a single speed bicycle leaned at a sharp angle seeming to be intending a sharp turn at slow speed with a physical co-ordination that is not very proficient. A rolled up manuscript, probably one of the famous versions written in the 'Saint's very own hand, sticks out of a hip pocket. Someone with foresight had apparently captured the focus through the left eye and another through the right eye with a camera. This particular version of the picture has been done with a plastic overlay, the kind which splits the vision via a grid of prismatic lines in plastic, into left half/right half, hence the stereoscopicness of the old photo. This photo has also been rendered through computer enhancement so the details are vivid. Perhaps it was an original Mono shot and computer digitalization was able to create a second slightly displaced image to create the stereo effect. No! I am not going to allow it to happen! I've been watching! Dr. Sharples while talking in monologue has not only been raising a finger and instinctively pointing straight back to the 'Saint' behind, but has actually been moving into place so that Dr. Sharples' head can superimpose in precision over the three dimensional head of the 'Saint', the wild white hair of the 'Saint' forming a corona around the three dimensional head of Dr. Sharples. I shift in place to cancel the ridiculous symbology. Oh no you don't. Even now its happening again, Dr. Sharples shifting position in the negative intuitive so as to keep moving into superimposure over the 'Saint's photo, and me deliberately shifting my position out of there, preventing the overlay. "Stand still, why don't you!", Sharples says sharply. "I don't like people who keep moving around, makes me think something fishy is going on, says the oblivious Dr. Sharples shifting once more back into superimposure over the 'Saint's picture, this time it taking a rather long move to get the imposure correct. I can only marvel at how oblivious to the obvious is Dr. Sharples. "I ... think I'll just keep moving. I don't like people who try and force me to remain static for no reason"; I say straight across back to Dr. Sharples even as I shift once more to get Sharples shifted away from the 'Saint's photograph. Something in the way I said that last remark must have made its point, at whatever levels Dr. Sharples is working, because Dr. Sharples, looking intently at me for a few more seconds, lets it be, we are both off the hook as Dr. Sharples noses around to the PBX sitting beside me and says calling across to Dr. Particle; "Is Zoy's boy still rigged for making coffee?". Suddenly there is a ring on the PBX. It is an incoming call on one of its 60 or more lines. I presume that many, because there are perhaps 100 buttons, at least 60 buttons are arrayed in rows ten down and six across. Another row has digits. And a couple of rows have symbols of indescript nature, but these are written by hand. It is one of these hand-labelled buttons which is flashing in synch with the rings, although I cannot say its the first, or fourth button, because several are now flashing, in synch with ringing fast becoming orchestral. It looks important, whatever it is. Other buttons amongst the sixty are now coming on. Suddenly all hell breaks loose, the PBX is jangling like crazy. This turns out to be the major X Factor. Dr. Sharples answers the PBX promptly, hitting the nearest button. A second later Dr. Particle is hailed, prompted by Dr. Sharples words 'ALLSTOP, ALERT!'". In seconds the call on the PBX, taken by Dr. Particle, is over. So is the din. With a push of a button the PBX has been disconnected, perhaps rerouted into a recorded message, or rotary answering carrousel. Or perhaps Dr. Particle left all lines ringing busy at the other end. That would be a statement about how busy this office suddenly is. "Okay", the urgent Dr. drops the headset apparatus that was clamped one handed to an ear. Turning to me Dr. Particle explains; "There's been an emergancy at Mustardball Flats. We've just blown a 45 Kilometer section of the accelarator ring I've got work to do if you would kindly leave your paper on the table I'll get back to it when there is time sorry I have to rush nice to see you again". This last is said to the secretary. And Dr. Particle is gone through a side door exiting the other office, followed close at heel by Pee Wee Bong Bong who has said nothing except a fast "bonjour". Dr. Sharples has been gathering up the filefolders in great haste, the colored pencils, then the briefcase, and Sharples too is exited the side door through the outer office. Again this time Sharples had paused only long enough to knock the IN to OUT beside the name Sharples outside the door, the change in interludes announced by a loud clack as the little sliding piece of wood hits OUT beside Sharple's name. Something about hoping the helicopter is revved up ready to take off by the time they get up the shute to the helicopter pad is heard being muttered as the last of the three bodies flutter through the last of the outer doors. So, it is up to me, or me in particular, as to what to do at the finish line. Deciding that nothing can be lost by it I decide to leave a copy of the Golden Eclipse Structures disclosure, and realize I might as well leave a copy of the discussion on the solar system's Mass Harmonia in Gravitational Relativity - this being the calculation of several planet masses by gravitational factors in general relativity theory, plus the interface equations showing a direct equality tie-in between gravitational and special relativity using the Golden Harmonic Ratio as a fundamental constant linking the two forces of gravity and electromagnetism, plus the Perfect Eclipse Structures disclosure. Plus the introductory short story written after the Science Symposium, what the heck, I toss this onto the heap too. In all, these make a neat brief stack ready to open, sitting beside the fan on the glasstop table which I just now put back in place, spreading out the large sheets into a carefully arrayed fan. There is being given here, in composite, over six hundred pages of text, descriptions, drawings, diagrams, illustrations, and datas. None of the datas are fake or make believe. And all of the datas given, where given in factual form of their actual digits, are accurate in mathematical precision to five, six, seven, even thirteen, significant digits, using the most recent physical fundamental constants wherever needed, to their full best known and most accurate values. The one document I did not leave, is the calculation of the Fine Structure Constant to 13 digits of accuracy from a fundamental geometry picture that actually describes the physic image of the Proton. Moments later the secretary asks; "are you still on loans to get by on?". The subject is embarrassing but, good memory by the Secretary. The only recent mention of loans was made by me back when we were talking about the crazy bicycle with its eighteen gears and two rubber gear boxes. "Right now I'm not holding on to the tail of a cash cow, jacking it up and down with a wheelbarrow underneath. My income is ziltch"; I answer smartly back to cover old territory, but add;... "As for loans, yes, and no. Yes, unfortunately, and no thank God", I reply. "Its embarrasing. I haven't been able to do anything easily to get off of it except occasional odd jobs on a computer. If I abandon THIS project now (I point to the fan on the glasstop table) there are still several sections to draw and describe in master copies, and if I abandon this now, in the first place I don't know what else I could do that is as useful at this present time. And secondly once I get knocked off a project I don't know when circumstances will work their way around to where I can get back onto it. Usually projects that get knocked off end up sitting on the back burner, or moved on back to a back shelf. Quitting is risky, I don't know when I can get back to it, given today's unpredictable situations. Oh, yeah, twice I have lost all of my notes, everything; once in a house fire, and once when contractors came into an apartment where I had some boxes stored, in they came under someone else's instructions to remove everything not tagged to the dump. My stuff got mixed up by beer drinkers who only saw refuse, not some of the planet's future. So I am not ever going to risk letting that happen again. So, yes, I'm still on loans from time to time. No, I don't think I am entitled to it and don't wish to depend on it, but, nonetheless, am thankful that it is there. In fact loans are almost a dichotemy because I think being on loans is being in a negative state yet every time I turn around negative people are picking my brains and passing around the resulting profits amongst themselves, leaving me to go forth looking for daily bread. I can't, as you can well guess, do anything for money that will help further decay the planet. That does not leave too many options that are favorable for healthy incomes. But I am sure there are ways and expect if careful enough that sooner or later these ways will open up for me in truly humanitarian, Christ acceptable, ways, hopefully". "I think I might be able to help", says the secretary. "There are ways and there are ways, of getting money for certain needs. (I don't know if the secretary means official money, as from for a possibility, Dr. Particle's associations, or private. I don't ask). We are both, by this time, exiting the luxury liner. I can still feel the subliminal spring of the gang plank underfoot. Standing out on the pier with the towering Centennial Palace of Science on one side and a small boat bouncing around the stern of the luxury liner on the other, I am refreshed of a breath of fresh air. The promise of interesting changes are most definately in the wind. Low clouds are scudding in recession much further away along the horizon. Overhead, the Sun is very bright in the blue of the open air. The change in weathers is moving far gone from here, piling up against the peaks of the mountains across the inlet from the harbor. At the moment, the frequency of white light as I bring it through in my consciousness briefly, a brief cleanup and stablization, includes Magenta in several hues of its colors, one particular hue is in fact zig zagging like lightning bolts through several areas ranging out through the heart center to clear out residuals of paranoia picked up in the office. Up to ten million people will feel the effects of this at once, at any time. I do this sort of thing consciouslessly, and effortlessly, all the time. Once, several years ago, there was a burnished gold formed in halos of light around my feet. I saw this while lounged in an easy chair watching late night TV, looked toward my feet and kept seeing the gold aura surrounding them for the rest of the evening until I went to sleep. It has happened twice so far, and once an energy aura, like globes of clear light, extended around the forward portion of each of my feet. At this moment, as we walk toward the cityward end of the pier, the frequency of White light as I now bring it through in consciousness has become more Magenta in several more hues of its colors. This is one of the things done automatically in Love and Service with Higher Cause to help progress this planet for the future. It is once again evident that thinking about the doing, can disrupt the doing, for as I start to think about the doing, the activity of the White and Violet lights is no longer predominantly imaged in my mind, although for a few seconds I am able to bring in a flow of pure Blue in a strong steady induction through all parts of my being including the Scorpio center at the base of the spine and at the junction between my legs, usually VERY hard to do because of the degree of MISUSE of Scorpio energy on this planet, where almost EVERYONE who lives in the flesh, think SEX is the bottom line of their dellusional illusional empirical reality, instead of the most wasteful and destructive end product of their very existence. Without due concern I wonder when I am going to see the halos around my feet again, the halos of burnished gold. The secretary still has me in conversation. The secretary leans toward me and says realfast; "... and there isn't anywhere else in the world where you can see a chair rotating in real time in a computer the way I can do it. Wait till I show how EASY it is going to be to do work with the Cube and Sphere". 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 Finish of story 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 A Postscript continues in GLASSTOP.3 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 FUTURE WHAT'S GOING ON 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 I have gone on to an apartment, on 33 Banner Road, an interesting address to say the least, the apartment being offered through the assistence of the secretary. It will do nicely until some upcoming things gell, and a more suitable environment for co-creative work with the Supreme Creators can unfold in rapid Divine Order. As to who I am, and what I am in Reality, that is still a secret and only a tiny handful momentarily scattered on the Planet actually know. Not even most of those nearby in the Task Force in the next higher up dimensions know who I am. One thing though, is I am definately not the being once called Jesus. That being, with a new name and a new persona suitable for modern times; well-made colorful style cloths, modern style hat, italian loafer style shoes, same better class style of dress for female Cosmically sanctioned soul mate, are both of those who currently scattered in secret places on the Planet and to anyone walking past on the street this mighty Christ teacher, in current embodiment, will not be immediately recognized unless the passer by can see inner light, in which case the passer by will be in fact another in the Task Force, incarnated on the Earth to help. At the moment I am thinking a few quiet thoughts while waiting for some water to boil on the stove for the coffee filter. Today's newspaper has a feature article in the Sunday edition on near-death experiences. Just thinking about it, about what was written and what was not, starts me off on a quick chain of thoughts. Fortunately I have a computer and an easy to use editor named 'Ringworld' and so for the record the following is recorded. For instance... A near-death experience is one thing. Its what happens immediately after you actually get there, that the next adventure starts to happen. The near-death part, when completed, may be hardly even an eyeblink in time in terms of the Cosmic Reality and your imminent future and the awe of getting there will seem silly when the next actually arrives, and there you are, totally naked in spirit, everything that is you an open book when the time comes, after you kick the bucket. It starts me seeking around about some other things. A few things new are made known to me, adding to a number of things I already know on a need-to-know basis, becoming loud and clear at once, via intuitive factors that are so much a part of my Cosmic Reality Being, here on this planet, despite its awesome heavy pollutions through the fourth and lower fifth dimensions of its activities in Cosmic cause, censored as much as possible upstairs, and heavily guarded in a quaranteen state for most of the souls whole inhabit this planet and are still regressed in the aftermath of the rebellion, which was actually a catastrophic collapse and degeneration into chaos of several telepathic and thought sustained realms of energy and consciousness in certain local areas of this universe. I double check, and again get confirmation upstairs that the secretary is a double-positive being who has come here originally before birth and incarnated into the physical dimension to help, and even though not yet able to be guided into circumstances where the full higher powers of the secretary can come into full play, the secretary is nonetheless quite receptive in positive intuitive ways and is (in spite of the roiling none-essence of the Planet's fourth dimension and mistaken beliefs, and the carnal crude polluting the genes at physical birth time), the secretary is inwardly seeking toward the Truth in Reality and, God willing, will be able to help the Planet in important ways. Eventually this planet is going to become a Paradisial Star, either the easy way, or the hard way, but inevitably it will become. Pardisial Star means so bright in inter-dimensional light that it can be seen between galaxies. It will be the first planet of its kind in this Universe, that is part of the Christ plan for planet Earth. In fact, some Paradisial light is already starting to radiate from this Planet and it is incredible. Wait till you see this Planet when the Planet is well evolved anew, with three rings around it set at 60 degree angles, and in the light of its inter-dimensional glory it will blaze far brighter, far whiter, than a Sun, just for starters. Oddly enough, Dr. Particle was also born a double-positive being, originating from higher sources in Reality, volunteering to come down into the nitty gritty of the 3rd dimension to help the urgently needed resurrection and uplifting of the Planetary frequencies and its rapidly swelling temporary collection of regressed and contaminated souls. In Dr. Particle's case, the lower urges of career and ambition moved in before the spark in Dr. Particle's inner being managed to be activated. And so, effectively, Dr. Particle is asleep, as far as awareness of the true glory of the higher beingness that is the potential for Dr. Particle, here on Earth. Nonetheless Dr. Particle will still be able to help, even if outwardly asleep, having become so depending on the outer senses for input. And who knows, the prospects are excellent that someday along the way, Dr. Particle will abruptly wake up. As for Dr(s). Sharples and Bong Bong, who knows, perhaps somewhere along the way either of them may suddenly catch the movement in consciousness and start responding. One of them is positive-negative, the other is negative-positive, I won't tell you which, to avoid condemming them, to avoid handing them over so you can give them real hell in your private thoughts, which would be a very negative thing to do no matter what. In any case, a positive-negative being is contaminated, and wants to get back on track but doesn't exactly or intuitively know how, due to the contamination. And a negative-positive being has been rebellious but has a chance of catching the wind, depending on how they manouver themselves into, or out of, more heavy ego crunch according to what they do in this life. The five deadly sins; Fear, Hate, Envy, Lust, and Greed, can be emotions and thoughts such negative-positives take for granted, which can be one of their worst shortcomings, which they have to willingly overcome. Merely thinking the words 'DISSOLVE WRONG FEELINGS' will surely help. But they have to learn not to get alarmed by the inner bumps and jolts that can accompany the words. The bumps and jolts, especially in the head, or in the heart center, or the groin, don't mean they are kicking the bucket. It means simply that bad frequencies are getting re-aligned and changed to the positive and the ride c a n b e r o u p h , especially at first. The other thing to learn is patience. Such inner translating has to be done continuing on in time as the days and years go by, once started, in order to be really effective. You can't choose a plateau and stall there thinking you've arrived, because you'll become a dud, of no real use to anybody, especially the Cosmic Task Force. The time enjoying the plateau will be wasted, if that's what you want. But... I should mention that there are also many negative-negative beings around, some of whom didn't fall to such a low esteem until after incarnating and moving straight in as one seen by themselves as a self central entity of the planet, but not on it. It doesn't matter if such amongst the negative-negatives are attracted into the occult, or magic, or even as hard core religous figures, or as among the authorities seeking to further entrench so-called Ceasar's Law desite the awful consequences, these types are pretty well selfish, no matter the pretense, and so destructive, no matter what they do, person to person, or on a large scale. Malicious, or malevolent, can hardly describe the harm or damage such negative-negative beings can routinely do in the name of ceasar's law. Police State mentalities can be par for the course for negative-negatives, of course, so can becoming filthy rich at every one else's expense, since that kind of richness is the opposite of Serving the Greatest Number For the Greatest Good, as the power full current Christ Teacher for this 2000 year dispensation always liked to say. Funny enough, most negative-negative types think they are superior. Even a homely or truly mean face can look to them, (seen reflected back in the mirror, as the face of a superior unique individual). How weird. Such complete and total deception of self, concidering that the terrible look can be wiped away by a bit of Love of the right pure fundamental Christ frequency. What a surprise such will get when they kick the bucket and they find themselves - not in a paradise filled with ultimate sex for eternity, (that is a worst case scenerio which doesn't exist anywhere else except here in the fantasies in the powerful hell states of Earth which are in the process of being dissolved) - or in the lap of the lord being told what a 'wonderful wonderful' person they are, definately not that. Instead, if not lost swooling around in a small area of darkness with no distinctions for awhile as just another soul temporarily lost in the evenpool of darkness, they can find themselves at the equivalent of a table or desk with the BOOK being opened in front of them by a very direct, very impartial, young representative in the Task Force. Interesting that when the BOOK is opened before you, not only does what is recorded in the BOOK count, but your reactions as the facts in the BOOK are noted count for more than anything else. In other words the real test comes when you are confronted by your own immediate past actions, and how you instantly intuitively respond is the GAGE by which the next steps are introduced as deemed suitable or necessary for your spiritual uplifting and rehabilitation, or further censor lasting another 2000 to 49,000 years, after which, if censor is still in effect, the BOOK will be closed and you will be history, gone forever from Cosmic Reality, and any hereafter. In principle, at the time the BOOK is opened with you there waiting, as different things are pointed out, you are supposed to know instinctively the difference between Right and Wrong, in terms of proper inter-dimensional reactions in Cosmic Reality. And if your instincts are right in synch, or out of wack, either way, that's what counts for the next cycle, for you. For instance, 'thou shalt not kill', 'thou shalt not even THINK of killing'. How will YOU respond, when the BOOK is open. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 INTERLUDE one year later 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 As for the excitement - if it can be called that - in the ivory tower, I'm not duly depressed by this. I've gone underground again. With the secretary's help enough money has been rounded up to allow a book to be published in small quantities, to begin with anyway. The purpose is to get copies into the hands of the few who may make most constructive use of the information. The plan is to most likely bring out 'A Science Book Of Promises' in a soft cover version with large pages similar to the size of those found as quides for quick study and course summaries found in university book stores. Copies have been also posted on Internet worldwide but the response to such a major freebie has been, well, let's not mince words the response has been non-existent. Most people are afraid of truth, or the effort it might take to learn to understand what Truth in Reality actually is. The grisply corpse, the crucifix, still keeps interfering with people's mentalities and emotions world wide. In the meantime, another plan is to produce copies on computer disks and advertise it as a semi program; the buyer can screen read the text, or print out the documents with a little Printdoc utility cooked up by me as a batch file and included on the disk. That's what I'm doing right now, typing the text into an ordinary old 486 computer. Privately, I hope to corner enough money to start on the prototype of the first 'Farstar Super Slide Rule; an all purpose calculator and computer program procedure. If enough money comes in I'll be able to start the first of the new physical devices; a hardware version of 'The Super Slide Rule'; that should help free the creative intelligence side, as a more immediate reality, amongst the people's of this planet. There are other things I am doing too. Last week I heard of an osmotic water purifying process, developed initially to take extra water out of maple syrup. What I was told is the same can be used to purify the water supply of a large city, at a fraction of the cost of existing technologies. No takers; too many engineers operating the existing old technologies, and too much already invested in getting traditional filtration plants to work, as minimally as they do. The osmosis techniques, I was told, produces pure H O in copious quantities, no sediments, no organics, no other chemicals. The system intrigues me because I might be able to adopt it into a device like a small automatic coffee maker for producing drinking water and cooking supplies as needed, per person. Acid rain is no joke. One of my, um, investments purchased the hard way, spending money, is an electric water distiller which can produce six to eight gallons a day depending on the power fluctuations of the local Hydro grid. The hardness of the town's well water source leaves limestone deposited on the coil, and on the sides of the tank, removed by being dissolved by eight liters of vinegar every couple of weeks. The town's water supply is already processed through the expenses of existing filtration technology by the time I get it, metered, straight from the taps in the kitchen. And it tastes, it ain't spring-like. One day last spring after a rain, the limestone came free of its own in the my eight gallon distiller, leaving the half gallon of water that remains in the tank after distilling clouded up. And the distilled water that came through had a slippery, even soapy, metallic taste. Since it was tap water that did this I know that at times there is no hiding the existence of acid rain anymore. I'm looking foward to many other existing little secrets being brought out into the open for the public to scrutinize. Almost every thing you believe you know because your neighbors think likewise is due to be raked over the coals. The time is passed for burying your head in the dirt thinking there is safety in the darkness. By the time things have settled, there will be light, plenty of light, even when you close your eyes. Interestingly, even then, perhaps in your lifetime, this will be only the start of the long range purposes for which this planet is being evolved. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 CHOSEN SCIENTIFIC METHOD 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 All of the layouts for the full entourage which includes view images, codes, standardized proportions, gyres, tables, and other miscellanies, have been worked and re-worked until a routine for them has finally come fast stepping around the corner, breathlessly eager. This user friendly method has several conventions, namely that the real Sun cum Solar-Point-Of-Center is marked at the right side of any image or illustration, and planet information then extends to the left. This is in keeping with the western hemisphere's (and world's scientific inclination) to read from the top down, and left to right. New information in keeping with right company is also fed in from the left side of a page, and expanded to the right. Elementary particle datas typically list with lower Mev's at the bottom of a column in ascending Mev increase toward the top of a page. Mev's, when listed is horizontal arrays, are listed suitable to individual occasions. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 REGARDING PERFECT ECLIPSES (assume a quality worksheet exists) 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 The gyre, incidentally, came late in the day. The day began during a period of Total Eclipse media mania in the early 1980's with the world's leading experts speaking with fatuous looking grins on T.V. about these amazing co-incidences; while I already knew that eclipses between the Moon, and the Earth at Perihelion, Mean, and Aphelion of orbit, were mathematically perfect. What was a mystery at that time was why the experts didn't have the goods themselves. Now I'm fated to be a menace to the industry of higher education for awhile because the industry with billions in funds and world wide social security seems bereft of creative intelligence whilst with no funds and alone in my mainstream fantasies that become intuitional urges to find the truth, I am seeing things which are actually there, and can communicate them out as soon as translated into some Earth found language. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 REGARDING PERFECT PARTICLES (know the quality worksheets exist) 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 Don't be misled; even the math, and geometry symbols, as used in the world today, are local fabrications made into an Earth found language by scholars formulating the logics, step by step, over centuries, without once ever asking is this the way similar ideas would be explained or depicted in Reality. In the overall, given names such as states numbered [ N ], illustrations numbered [ N ], images numbered [ N ], eclipses labelled Real, Model, Meta, and Empirical, along with descriptives such as Golden, Terran, Franchises, New Orbits, and Perfect; and other descriptives such as Phantom, Outlines, Space Tubes, Gyres, Pyrnes, Intermix Formulas, Base Line, View Direction, Focal and Portal Focused Windows, Soft and Hard Constants, Steady State, and Esteem, Phase Shift, Hyper Waves, Estates, Etheric, Esoteric, Road Map, even Hyper Present Gravity; are all perpetrated to supply a somewhat interchangeable framework for aiding thought without crystalizing the thought processes. Include in this; Mass Bumps, Mass Quotients, Mass Harmonica, and Black Hole. This has not been done as a thief would do in the night, nabbing every concept for credit for self . . . If urgent need achievement had been the goal behind this project it could have well become one from the realm of the densly packed, with accutely obscure algebgras and interpretations, taken from the hieroglyphics of official Solar Gravitational Mechanics of the insiders, and transposed across brainstorms through one lengthy algebraic transformation after another, in praise to a few in the ivory tower, rather than the public. (I thought the warnings were clear enough). "A small group of us have pooled our space time - er - spare time, and have come up with a more orthodox presentation than your ... ah ... creative artwork. There has been ... ah, er, ah ... some interest shown. And so our interest now concerns itself for the moment in simplifying the concepts". "Yes, indeed, we've been boldly innovative in the scope and liberties of the commentaries made of our own, as a start. This is the manuscript as it results so far". (The manuscript looks to be about 900 pages long). "Cough, pardon me, your argument is showing weak". "Bleak I tell you, bleak!". "This shortened passage from Page 3 to Page 673 leads to Double Identity Crisis on Page 676". "Burp, sorry, lunchgas, this missing little semi-colon on Page 875 is an egregious blunder, fortunately, 'eyebrows' up the hall already has it on the chalkboard and two papers are in preparation noting it". "Yawn, oh by the way, Associate Professor Pee Wee Bong Bong has succeeded in breaking down the annoying infinities in Dr. Sharple's earlier critical works and can indeed now show how your transformation on Page 1 is redundant to Catastrophe on Page 876". "Therefore, in our humble opinions, only the last page, Page 877, is valid". Dr. Artic pauses for a moment ... "The last page is trivial, according to the Onion Analysis Principle". What infinities, what transformation, my stuff was on 241 pages, all of it perfect and absolute in self evident truths, is about the only thing that comes readily to mind when hearing these words, and I look at the different faces of the fiendishly grinning big timers seating and standing around the conference table. A field day is happening up there in the small corridors while the public is kept unawares, oblivious, except for a few amazing announcements that winkle through the media from time to time; an in-depth interview with Dr. Sharples in the UFO section of a magazine called 'Omni'; the name and status of Pee Wee Bong Bong heading the Discover Magazine list of the 100 most genuinely genius under 30 living today; and Scientific American publishes an update on the score of the raging theoretical debates every two years. The gyre, you see, won't be concidered essential. The gyre is too obvious to be a challenge for certain types. No new news, the ellipse of orbit was not concidered a challenge for 80 years after Kepler introduced it in a small publication paid for out of his own pocket. Then Newton the menace to the Royal Society of England put the ellipse in the center of Gravitational Dynamics. Even then, another century passed before the domeheads of education could admit they understood what Newton had done. Well, gravitational Relativity is now finally making it after a long time in the pin ball machine, staggering in beliefs up to the limelight of the reviewing stand, after 60 years of jogging in a pack with that which could only be called Einstein's genius. And now a hoard of cosmic contenders dressed up as theories utalizing Gravitational Relativities thunders by under the cheers and jeers of the reviewers, passing like a ticker tape punched with holes representing missing facts. The most adept amongst the theory makers keep changing their conclusions in a mad rush to the payphones to be the first to inform their collegues. Meanwhile the public keeps paying the tax collectors who finance this whole industry. And it failed in beliefs to get the goods on the gravitic (vibratory and resonance) principles of gravity. Solar Astronomy has taken a long time to make a few changes. It has not so far progressed with the speed of a tornado. The ancients began it all with astrology. That was 8,000 years ago. The problem from an inter-dimensional planetary observer's point of view is that the sluggishness which plugs the progress of Astronomy is due to the fact that if they start looking to see what is really there in the over fabrics of the Solar System, they will have to also start looking to see what is there in the over fabrics of Reality, and in result will have to start giving up the hand made fabrics of the cloaks of darkness called religions. And whooo boy, do they EVER not want to do THAT! As for making a formal presentation, there are problems of another kind not taught by the school boards. To wit, formal means academic, which itself means ivory tower. The methods used by the thought processing committees in the ivory towers in this time period are very different than those concidered formal only 50 years ago, and hardly respond to what was concidered officially formal, say, 200 years ago for a scientist. So formal approaches change with the times. As to an approacher's enforcers, they soon enough end sloughing down the wall of history, passing soundlessly with wide open mouths below the edge of fame. Whereas a poem, a story, or a play can continue through the ages even while inter- pretations of the same continue to evolve with the ambitions of the times. 15 years ago it was arty farty. It has of late been yuppie. Upcoming is super blockbuster megabuck breakthrough of a downsizing recession, and the like. Scientific information continues, but note, its public even university presentation changes, always into something different as the years race on. Have you ever seen two text books with the same description of the behavior of a Yo Yo? let alone gravity, or light. So, why worry about formal now. All that is needed is for me to get the information into the public's hands and what the public does with it is after the fact. On the other hand there is the problem of politics, and it is a big one. Concider the slight-of-hand currently underway in the United States regards Cold Temperature Fusion. The entire country has gone negative on the idea and has totally discredited the two scientists who first disclosed a discovery of it to the media, not to the ivory tower, but to the media. For two years Scientific American and Discover magazines, in every issue, had a putdown, a cheesy remark, a joke, about the discoverers - such bad scientists, etc. Meanwhile overseas and in the orient there is hardly a business which has expanded so fast, over 500 major research projects around the world working around the clock to be the first out the door with a saleable product on the market, or the first with a theory to validly explain why Cold Temperature Fusion works. Meanwhile, the two discoverers are happily at work in France completing super secret research projects, the research taking place over there due to the obvious reasons, the snarks called the USA. Even their kids were being beaten coming home from school because their fathers had done something so recklessly stupid as to disclose something so self evidently real as cold temperature fusion to a country whose famous scientific fathers simply refused to believe that cold temperature fusion could exist because the idea simply conflicted with all of the textbooks the scientific fathers had written. So where does that put someone like ME, someone who talks about and shows new things that can never be commercial or sold as a product. But can instead create new levels in consciousness awareness. And does require a whole new perception of Reality and how humans fit into the Cosmic scheme of things, before any theory can be hammered down flat, stamped in iron, the irony being that by the time humans of Earth start getting to the perceptions, the need for a theory will no longer be a cause to bother with, Hmmm? Involing new knowledges so vast they will NEVER be stamped in iron, only recognized as self evident truths. A 'CHOSEN SCIENTIFIC METHOD' has the sole criteria that whatever works, works well, in gathering the ideas and getting the message across. In a momentary mini-review, if some of the ideas just laid down seem escapist or idealistic or even just plain kokey, concider what even semi-formal descriptions, for instance of a planetary ellipse and orbit taken from Van Nostram's Encyclopaedia of Science (Fifth Edition, 1976) can look like. You more or less already have to know the subject well before you can interpret THIS kind of presentation at a glance. Concider information in the 15th edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, 1981, it can lead you somewhere, but the user friendly terms such as PNP'N', and such as a diagram of solar orbits, and the A B B S O C cogwheel tinker toy depiction under ECLIPSE in that encyclopaedia takes some sideways study since they don't present anything real at all, only a mental wizard's mystifications based entirely on arbitary facts cooked up for the topic. Then there are things like Figure 1:Orbital element in plane (see text) under the heading 'Eclipse, Occultation, and Transit' explaining how the word eclipse comes from the Greek 'ekleipsis' "abandonment". Instant knowledge it is not, even though informed. Telling you about 'Perfect Eclipses' it cannot, since ALL of the point of view, historical and modern day, is presented under the guise of parallax overlays, which is entirely the way humans see it with their physical eyeballs, and not at all the way the gods created it with their fundamental and absolute Laws of Perfection. So as you can see, each kind of Earth-bound authority has its own approach. A more formal appreciation per se can be exampled in a thing called 'Appendix 111' which is the introduction by the authors to their 'Tensor Geometry' text book, in which their opinions of successes and failures of previous authors and theories are compared and cross referenced in scholarly expertise involving more than seventeen proof readers in several countries before the book was ready to be set in type by an ordinary typewriter of the old fashion Smith Corona variety and published that way. This mighty tome of a text book was purchased at the Ottawa University book store for $45.00 and typically got sold a few days later by miffed students for 20 bucks. I could have also cited a sample from an ivory tower Astronomical International Journal, in which it is all doodles from Timbuktu. Then, of course, there is always a panel from a motion picture story board of 'Star Trek' in which Spock reads the obelisk. The truth is that any recourse to existing literature or local language requires that it be interpreted in further detail in order to communicate at all. For instance much silent vocabulary would occupy space between the ears if the information approach shown here was adapted into such Sci Fi text as: " ...Say again what? That omega symbol means... ?" " ...Just a minute I'm still trying to work out the torgue on Alpha..." " ...Hurry, geez, the load is ready to leave on the next vernal equinox upslider escape launch hoop window... " " ...Roger, XX40, I think I'm going to navigate Alpha along nodes to the ecliptic to mark the transparenting windows of the phantom eclipse avenues on a priorty plus minus sign changer..." " ...Gotcha! YY7 ... I'm going over to ZZ8 ...standby". " ...PING! ...oops, who's this? God? Hey allah I'm sorry". In view of all such options, a few simple conventions can stand to reason, being self evident wherever they are used, once introduced. For instance any orbit can have three simple parameters that are constant, and a couple of other constants within the orbit, these being: (A) Aphelion () Mean also (O) for Mean (P) Perihelion (A) - () = () - (P) = Average is [A + P] = Base Line runs through all (A), (), and (P) points in orbit, on either side of the Solar Center at which sits the Sun: in which any information given, furthers the understanding of the text overall, while acknowledging nothing whatsoever of previous works in the world save the scientific information itself gathered the slow tedious hard way by many dedicated observers. It means there might be some browned noses in the ivory tower, some whistles in the think tank through gappy teeth, a few unmuffled snorts might shoot like sneezes out the eustachian tubes. But then, they might be able to hear better. Meanwhile the public goes around enjoying the fruits of new information without prejudice. Big contention can sound like a ranting. The public will not suffer by a lack of formal knowledge of the kind given from authority of a brain trusteedom which would attempt to form the public's understanding in their own images and likenesses. Such a trusteedom has in face Police State Mentality running the show in the background of the Earth. Warning! Warning! Red Light! Now you know, and it is up to you to change things so Police State Mentality no longer runs the planet is a relentless downhill direction. It doesn't have to be said very loudly that religions when turned to science, are overlords likewise. Such image and likeness trends tend to cancel the inclines of wide open looks leading to illumination of just how much pure science is fabulously in the makeup of Higher Cause. Pure science, of course, includes laws and principles which are unmistakable, and intuitively are beyond the misuse of negative applications, such as war weapons. In fact, when intuition becomes active, the pure science in Creation precludes that it must not be abused by feelings of the negative, even when those who let themselves feel negative think they must instead be feeling euphoria, because it is so STRONG in them. Phony euphoria is a trap. It would seem after all that a pure science having parts on par with the manifestations of circumstances like Hyper Present Gravity in both the Cosmic Solar and Subatomic Fundamental arenas would go toward the makeup of the thoughts and emotions. If supersymmetry is real, as some scientists now think, then influences through the Cosmic Solar Arena also pass through the atoms and their nuclii of matter itself, where the pure energy empire opens up. Astrology is hardly awake yet to Reality. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 AUGUST 25, 1993 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 The mass-energies of many elementary particles can be calculated to close, even exact, values, as seen in those particle's most highly resolved experiments (those with the very least associated errors). The mass-energy component is seen as a consequence of concidering the particles in terms of their Compton Wavelengths, in radii terms of these wavelengths. In Compton Wavelength aspects, the wavelength values of certain particles can be added and subtracted to produce Compton Wavelength values of other particles, in ways which simply cannot be seen when just the mass-energies of certain particles are added or subtracted or otherwise determined. A key to understanding how this can be possible is in recognizing that a small Compton Wavelength difference between the mass energies of two different particles, can by itself convert into the mass energy of a much heavier particle. In this case, the much larger mass energy of the real particle's existence is hidden from view, if the wavelength difference between the other two particles is not noticed, or is not concidered. - See the September 1994 issue of Scientific American. The combination of two sides of an elementary particle's states; its mass-energy component, and its concommittant Compton Wavelength; can thus be factored in very easily understood combinations in which certain precise connected 'states' are a direct consequence, the connected states being noticable because no other such combinations are found to yield similar results other than these certain precise unambinguous values. In other words, the combinations shown are the only combinations which have such significant values, and these are found within extremely narrow ranges within certain 'mathematical windows'. This is readily verified by noticing that just slight variations upon the input values for particle datas, taken from known high resolution particle experiments, will if varied arbitrarily even slightly, result in the values of other particles to simply disappear. Results of radomly varied inputs changed by very tiny amounts simply produces resulting values which fall completely out of the mass-energy ranges known for certain particles in question. It means that certain 'spectrum-like' chains of particle mass-energies can be described with predictive precision. As well, at least two other fundamental 'backbone' spectrums can be immediately identified in which a number of different particle 'families' are seen. The families include stable and unstable Mesons, Baryons, and electron-similar Leptons, the seeing being real due to the precise and easy calculations of known mass energies for the particles involved. The nature of at least one of the spectrum-like chain of particle masses is revealed through a rather obvious kind of mechanical modelling, in which images for the modelling have been borrowed in analogy from images found in the solar system. However the solar images are not the usual old school kind, for instance from which a loose imaging model for the atom was designed upon planets orbiting the sun. The actual solar modelling is quickly described as follows: For a domain of particles in which mass energies and 'wavelengths' are mathematically interractive, the solar modelling concerns lengths and segments of solar space rather than simple orbital radii. For instance the distance in space between Earth and Venus, between Earth and Mars, the cross sectional orbital diameter of Mars, or Earth, and the radius of the Moon's orbit around Earth tossed in as a modelling source of particularly precise dimensions, all have depiction in the wavelength interractions of certain subatomic groups. As indicated, solar distances in the model, have a real image whose only attribute is merely 'space'. In an exception, the input of the value of the Earth Moon's orbit as a plus or minus factor upon a length of space (as if the Earth's new Moon vrs full Moon), includes a 'spacial dimension' associated with a discreet mechanical factor that is also explicit, in this case the fact that the Moon orbital radius associates solely with a local node in an otherwise longer length of 'space' where all of the local nodes associate ultimately with a point of center. In translation into subatomic modelling, the Moon orbit increments result in specific splits into precise mass energy differences associated with precise charge states of known Xion particles, for example. No loose approximations here, the mass energy charge states stand identified as precisely as the center circles of V E R Y narrow targets. The domain thus modelled is very wide ranging when applied to elementary particle mass energy state predictions. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 QUESTIONS ABOUT THE 'COMPTON WAVELENGTH' 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 It is not seen that the exact same kind of 'space' has to be intrinsically involved in discrete Compton Wavelength differences that lead to large mass-energy differences, in the realm of elementary particles, because in the subatomic realm the so-called Compton Wavelengths are a measurable attribute of a phenonena that has nothing to do with gravity as found in the solar system, and may in fact have nothing to do as well with the nature of Compton Wavelengths normally associated with collision interference angles or cross sections for, for instance, electrons striking at atomic or nuclear targets. It rather seems more that the nature of a Compton Wavelength value is an indication that another property, in the forces that describe or define elementary particles, can be completely described in values identical to so-called Compton Wavelengths, but in this case the nature of that Compton value is different, just as in physics the value known as Plank's constant can have many different applications to describe basic events. (Plank's Constant turns up in many different fundamental equations). One reason why such a thought can be concidered is that some of the modelled 'space' factors do not require a point of center for the concommittant sub-atomic entities to be determined in terms of mass energy, and their apparent 'Compton Wavelength' value, the only contract that can be known with unquestionable certainty is that the added and subtracted sub-atomic 'wavelengths' have the same system of units as do 'Compton Wavelength' for elementary particles. One main feature of the Wavelength-Mass Energy correlation is that certain particles which seem to have a very wide width (range of possible mass energy values associated with different charge states) can in fact be shown to fall within a range of equatable values, with predictable mathematical parameters, wherein only the known 'width' of that particle, even if very wide, is the only possible outcome, as if the 'width' is bracketed, in which mathematical parameters describing the 'bracket' are pointing to a further fundamental property. In other such 'wide widths' are in fact real. For example the eccentricty width of the planetary orbit of Mars is just such a bracket. One other feature when looking uphill to the solar model, is that solar orbits can be used in lieu of Compton Wavelengths, merely by reducing the solar orbits by a constant value of 10 to the power 27, so that, for instance, a solar orbital readius of, say, 10 to the 13 cms, comes out in the sub-atomic range as a particle's Compton Wavelength term having a radius value of 10 to the minus 14 cms. It turns out that a ratio of (1 x 10 to the power 27) is not a random variable, if it is concidered that the ratio of power between the assumed magnetude of the so-called 'weak force' which effects certain nuclear decays, and the gravitational force which effects the macro-cosmic reality, is also in the ratio range of (1 over 10 to the power 27), with the gravitational force being the weaker element. The Earth's orbit, in fact, is an excellent case in point. It has in it exact spacial instincts suitable to map out the family of stable XION particles, and in fact can be used to map out three XION families to striking exactitudes when used in a certain way as a model for handling XION family charge states, stability states, and mass energy values. This may seem like an astonishing remark to make, particularly since there is no previous literature regards the use of so-called elementary particle Compton Wavelengths as a means to determine certain other elementary particle mass-energies exactly, and in particular that there could be in any way a solar model tie-in to the predictabilties. Nevertheless the images are there in concrete form to be viewed and analyzed freely. For instance the above mentioned Earth orbital image is described in oscreen display graphics in detail under the heading: 'The Earth Moon Metaphor For Sub Atomic Phenomena'. The Fine Structure Constant is a linker between smallest to heaviest particle domains. And Special Relativity used in a new and somewhat different manner than the normal 'accelarate and collide' mode, also reveals a more fundamental understructure at work amongst particles, and photons. The exact use of Special Relativity is easily shown in mathematics. What the relativity is showing is not so easily stated in definative ways, at least, just what is it that is being shown by the relativity is not immediately understood in a glance. What is understood is that several fundamental particles have mass energy quotients that turn out to be the only quotients these particles can have, because their mass energy states, or concommittant Compton Wavelength states, are locked into fundamental resonances which are as if stamped in iron and cannot change due to the Special Relativity that holds all of them together in an unflinching embrace. Relativistic tensions have achieved a stable balance out of chaos and only that balance can exist, and change to any of the tensions, causes the stability to cease to exist because the resulting relativistic equations simply cannot hold them all together as one unified action. FINISHED Sept 10, 1994. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 FUTURE WHAT'S GOING ON 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 I have gone on to an apartment, on 33 Banner Road, an interesting address to say the least, the apartment being offered through the assistence of the secretary. It will do nicely until some upcoming things gell, and a more suitable environment for co-creative work with the Supreme Creators can unfold in rapid Divine Order. As to who I am, and what I am in Reality, that is still a secret and only a tiny handful momentarily scattered on the Planet actually know. Not even most of those nearby in the Task Force in the next higher up dimensions know who I am. One thing though, is I am definately not the being once called Jesus. That being, with a new name and a new persona suitable for modern times; well-made colorful style cloths, modern style hat, italian loafer style shoes, same better class style of dress for female Cosmically sanctioned soul mate, are both of those who currently scattered in secret places on the Planet and to anyone walking past on the street this mighty Christ teacher, in current embodiment, will not be immediately recognized unless the passer by can see inner light, in which case the passer by will be in fact another in the Task Force, incarnated on the Earth to help. At the moment I am thinking a few quiet thoughts while waiting for some water to boil on the stove for the coffee filter. Today's newspaper has a feature article in the Sunday edition on near-death experiences. Just thinking about it, about what was written and what was not, starts me off on a quick chain of thoughts. Fortunately I have a computer and an easy to use editor named 'Ringworld' and so for the record the following is recorded. For instance... A near-death experience is one thing. Its what happens immediately after you actually get there, that the next adventure starts to happen. The near-death part, when completed, may be hardly even an eyeblink in time in terms of the Cosmic Reality and your imminent future and the awe of getting there will seem silly when the next actually arrives, and there you are, totally naked in spirit, everything that is you an open book when the time comes, after you kick the bucket. It starts me seeking around about some other things. A few things new are made known to me, adding to a number of things I already know on a need-to-know basis, becoming loud and clear at once, via intuitive factors that are so much a part of my Cosmic Reality Being, here on this planet, despite its awesome heavy pollutions through the fourth and lower fifth dimensions of its activities in Cosmic cause, censored as much as possible upstairs, and heavily guarded in a quaranteen state for most of the souls whole inhabit this planet and are still regressed in the aftermath of the rebellion, which was actually a catastrophic collapse and degeneration into chaos of several telepathic and thought sustained realms of energy and consciousness in certain local areas of this universe. I double check, and again get confirmation upstairs that the secretary is a double-positive being who has come here originally before birth and incarnated into the physical dimension to help, and even though not yet able to be guided into circumstances where the full higher powers of the secretary can come into full play, the secretary is nonetheless quite receptive in positive intuitive ways and is (in spite of the roiling none-essence of the Planet's fourth dimension and mistaken beliefs, and the carnal crude polluting the genes at physical birth time), the secretary is inwardly seeking toward the Truth in Reality and, God willing, will be able to help the Planet in important ways. Eventually this planet is going to become a Paradisial Star, either the easy way, or the hard way, but inevitably it will become. Pardisial Star means so bright in inter-dimensional light that it can be seen between galaxies. It will be the first planet of its kind in this Universe, that is part of the Christ plan for planet Earth. In fact, some Paradisial light is already starting to radiate from this Planet and it is incredible. Wait till you see this Planet when the Planet is well evolved anew, with three rings around it set at 60 degree angles, and in the light of its inter-dimensional glory it will blaze far brighter, far whiter, than a Sun, just for starters. Oddly enough, Dr. Particle was also born a double-positive being, originating from higher sources in Reality, volunteering to come down into the nitty gritty of the 3rd dimension to help the urgently needed resurrection and uplifting of the Planetary frequencies and its rapidly swelling temporary collection of regressed and contaminated souls. In Dr. Particle's case, the lower urges of career and ambition moved in before the spark in Dr. Particle's inner being managed to be activated. And so, effectively, Dr. Particle is asleep, as far as awareness of the true glory of the higher beingness that is the potential for Dr. Particle, here on Earth. Nonetheless Dr. Particle will still be able to help, even if outwardly asleep, having become so depending on the outer senses for input. And who knows, the prospects are excellent that someday along the way, Dr. Particle will abruptly wake up. As for Dr(s). Sharples and Bong Bong, who knows, perhaps somewhere along the way either of them may suddenly catch the movement in consciousness and start responding. One of them is positive-negative, the other is negative-positive, I won't tell you which, to avoid condemming them, to avoid handing them over so you can give them real hell in your private thoughts, which would be a very negative thing to do no matter what. In any case, a positive-negative being is contaminated, and wants to get back on track but doesn't exactly or intuitively know how, due to the contamination. And a negative-positive being has been rebellious but has a chance of catching the wind, depending on how they manouver themselves into, or out of, more heavy ego crunch according to what they do in this life. The five deadly sins; Fear, Hate, Envy, Lust, and Greed, can be emotions and thoughts such negative-positives take for granted, which can be one of their worst shortcomings, which they have to willingly overcome. Merely thinking the words 'DISSOLVE WRONG FEELINGS' will surely help. But they have to learn not to get alarmed by the inner bumps and jolts that can accompany the words. The bumps and jolts, especially in the head, or in the heart center, or the groin, don't mean they are kicking the bucket. It means simply that bad frequencies are getting re-aligned and changed to the positive and the ride c a n b e r o u p h , especially at first. The other thing to learn is patience. Such inner translating has to be done continuing on in time as the days and years go by, once started, in order to be really effective. You can't choose a plateau and stall there thinking you've arrived, because you'll become a dud, of no real use to anybody, especially the Cosmic Task Force. The time enjoying the plateau will be wasted, if that's what you want. But... I should mention that there are also many negative-negative beings around, some of whom didn't fall to such a low esteem until after incarnating and moving straight in as one seen by themselves as a self central entity of the planet, but not on it. It doesn't matter if such amongst the negative-negatives are attracted into the occult, or magic, or even as hard core religous figures, or as among the authorities seeking to further entrench so-called Ceasar's Law desite the awful consequences, these types are pretty well selfish, no matter the pretense, and so destructive, no matter what they do, person to person, or on a large scale. Malicious, or malevolent, can hardly describe the harm or damage such negative-negative beings can routinely do in the name of ceasar's law. Police State mentalities can be par for the course for negative-negatives, of course, so can becoming filthy rich at every one else's expense, since that kind of richness is the opposite of Serving the Greatest Number For the Greatest Good, as the power full current Christ Teacher for this 2000 year dispensation always liked to say. Funny enough, most negative-negative types think they are superior. Even a homely or truly mean face can look to them, (seen reflected back in the mirror, as the face of a superior unique individual). How weird. Such complete and total deception of self, concidering that the terrible look can be wiped away by a bit of Love of the right pure fundamental Christ frequency. What a surprise such will get when they kick the bucket and they find themselves - not in a paradise filled with ultimate sex for eternity, (that is a worst case scenerio which doesn't exist anywhere else except here in the fantasies in the powerful hell states of Earth which are in the process of being dissolved) - or in the lap of the lord being told what a 'wonderful wonderful' person they are, definately not that. Instead, if not lost swooling around in a small area of darkness with no distinctions for awhile as just another soul temporarily lost in the evenpool of darkness, they can find themselves at the equivalent of a table or desk with the BOOK being opened in front of them by a very direct, very impartial, young representative in the Task Force. Interesting that when the BOOK is opened before you, not only does what is recorded in the BOOK count, but your reactions as the facts in the BOOK are noted count for more than anything else. In other words the real test comes when you are confronted by your own immediate past actions, and how you instantly intuitively respond is the GAGE by which the next steps are introduced as deemed suitable or necessary for your spiritual uplifting and rehabilitation, or further censor lasting another 2000 to 49,000 years, after which, if censor is still in effect, the BOOK will be closed and you will be history, gone forever from Cosmic Reality, and any hereafter. In principle, at the time the BOOK is opened with you there waiting, as different things are pointed out, you are supposed to know instinctively the difference between Right and Wrong, in terms of proper inter-dimensional reactions in Cosmic Reality. And if your instincts are right in synch, or out of wack, either way, that's what counts for the next cycle, for you. For instance, 'thou shalt not kill', 'thou shalt not even THINK of killing'. How will YOU respond, when the BOOK is open. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 INTERLUDE one year later 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 As for the excitement - if it can be called that - in the ivory tower, I'm not duly depressed by this. I've gone underground again. With the secretary's help enough money has been rounded up to allow a book to be published in small quantities, to begin with anyway. The purpose is to get copies into the hands of the few who may make most constructive use of the information. The plan is to most likely bring out 'A Science Book Of Promises' in a soft cover version with large pages similar to the size of those found as quides for quick study and course summaries found in university book stores. Copies have been also posted on Internet worldwide but the response to such a major freebie has been, well, let's not mince words the response has been non-existent. Most people are afraid of truth, or the effort it might take to learn to understand what Truth in Reality actually is. The grisply corpse, the crucifix, still keeps interfering with people's mentalities and emotions world wide. In the meantime, another plan is to produce copies on computer disks and advertise it as a semi program; the buyer can screen read the text, or print out the documents with a little Printdoc utility cooked up by me as a batch file and included on the disk. That's what I'm doing right now, typing the text into an ordinary old 486 computer. Privately, I hope to corner enough money to start on the prototype of the first 'Farstar Super Slide Rule; an all purpose calculator and computer program procedure. If enough money comes in I'll be able to start the first of the new physical devices; a hardware version of 'The Super Slide Rule'; that should help free the creative intelligence side, as a more immediate reality, amongst the people's of this planet. There are other things I am doing too. Last week I heard of an osmotic water purifying process, developed initially to take extra water out of maple syrup. What I was told is the same can be used to purify the water supply of a large city, at a fraction of the cost of existing technologies. No takers; too many engineers operating the existing old technologies, and too much already invested in getting traditional filtration plants to work, as minimally as they do. The osmosis techniques, I was told, produces pure H O in copious quantities, no sediments, no organics, no other chemicals. The system intrigues me because I might be able to adopt it into a device like a small automatic coffee maker for producing drinking water and cooking supplies as needed, per person. Acid rain is no joke. One of my, um, investments purchased the hard way, spending money, is an electric water distiller which can produce six to eight gallons a day depending on the power fluctuations of the local Hydro grid. The hardness of the town's well water source leaves limestone deposited on the coil, and on the sides of the tank, removed by being dissolved by eight liters of vinegar every couple of weeks. The town's water supply is already processed through the expenses of existing filtration technology by the time I get it, metered, straight from the taps in the kitchen. And it tastes, it ain't spring-like. One day last spring after a rain, the limestone came free of its own in the my eight gallon distiller, leaving the half gallon of water that remains in the tank after distilling clouded up. And the distilled water that came through had a slippery, even soapy, metallic taste. Since it was tap water that did this I know that at times there is no hiding the existence of acid rain anymore. I'm looking foward to many other existing little secrets being brought out into the open for the public to scrutinize. Almost every thing you believe you know because your neighbors think likewise is due to be raked over the coals. The time is passed for burying your head in the dirt thinking there is safety in the darkness. By the time things have settled, there will be light, plenty of light, even when you close your eyes. Interestingly, even then, perhaps in your lifetime, this will be only the start of the long range purposes for which this planet is being evolved. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 CHOSEN SCIENTIFIC METHOD 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 All of the layouts for the full entourage which includes view images, codes, standardized proportions, gyres, tables, and other miscellanies, have been worked and re-worked until a routine for them has finally come fast stepping around the corner, breathlessly eager. This user friendly method has several conventions, namely that the real Sun cum Solar-Point-Of-Center is marked at the right side of any image or illustration, and planet information then extends to the left. This is in keeping with the western hemisphere's (and world's scientific inclination) to read from the top down, and left to right. New information in keeping with right company is also fed in from the left side of a page, and expanded to the right. Elementary particle datas typically list with lower Mev's at the bottom of a column in ascending Mev increase toward the top of a page. Mev's, when listed is horizontal arrays, are listed suitable to individual occasions. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 REGARDING PERFECT ECLIPSES (assume a quality worksheet exists) 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 The gyre, incidentally, came late in the day. The day began during a period of Total Eclipse media mania in the early 1980's with the world's leading experts speaking with fatuous looking grins on T.V. about these amazing co-incidences; while I already knew that eclipses between the Moon, and the Earth at Perihelion, Mean, and Aphelion of orbit, were mathematically perfect. What was a mystery at that time was why the experts didn't have the goods themselves. Now I'm fated to be a menace to the industry of higher education for awhile because the industry with billions in funds and world wide social security seems bereft of creative intelligence whilst with no funds and alone in my mainstream fantasies that become intuitional urges to find the truth, I am seeing things which are actually there, and can communicate them out as soon as translated into some Earth found language. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 REGARDING PERFECT PARTICLES (know the quality worksheets exist) 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 Don't be misled; even the math, and geometry symbols, as used in the world today, are local fabrications made into an Earth found language by scholars formulating the logics, step by step, over centuries, without once ever asking is this the way similar ideas would be explained or depicted in Reality. In the overall, given names such as states numbered [ N ], illustrations numbered [ N ], images numbered [ N ], eclipses labelled Real, Model, Meta, and Empirical, along with descriptives such as Golden, Terran, Franchises, New Orbits, and Perfect; and other descriptives such as Phantom, Outlines, Space Tubes, Gyres, Pyrnes, Intermix Formulas, Base Line, View Direction, Focal and Portal Focused Windows, Soft and Hard Constants, Steady State, and Esteem, Phase Shift, Hyper Waves, Estates, Etheric, Esoteric, Road Map, even Hyper Present Gravity; are all perpetrated to supply a somewhat interchangeable framework for aiding thought without crystalizing the thought processes. Include in this; Mass Bumps, Mass Quotients, Mass Harmonica, and Black Hole. This has not been done as a thief would do in the night, nabbing every concept for credit for self . . . If urgent need achievement had been the goal behind this project it could have well become one from the realm of the densly packed, with accutely obscure algebgras and interpretations, taken from the hieroglyphics of official Solar Gravitational Mechanics of the insiders, and transposed across brainstorms through one lengthy algebraic transformation after another, in praise to a few in the ivory tower, rather than the public. (I thought the warnings were clear enough). "A small group of us have pooled our space time - er - spare time, and have come up with a more orthodox presentation than your ... ah ... creative artwork. There has been ... ah, er, ah ... some interest shown. And so our interest now concerns itself for the moment in simplifying the concepts". "Yes, indeed, we've been boldly innovative in the scope and liberties of the commentaries made of our own, as a start. This is the manuscript as it results so far". (The manuscript looks to be about 900 pages long). "Cough, pardon me, your argument is showing weak". "Bleak I tell you, bleak!". "This shortened passage from Page 3 to Page 673 leads to Double Identity Crisis on Page 676". "Burp, sorry, lunchgas, this missing little semi-colon on Page 875 is an egregious blunder, fortunately, 'eyebrows' up the hall already has it on the chalkboard and two papers are in preparation noting it". "Yawn, oh by the way, Associate Professor Pee Wee Bong Bong has succeeded in breaking down the annoying infinities in Dr. Sharple's earlier critical works and can indeed now show how your transformation on Page 1 is redundant to Catastrophe on Page 876". "Therefore, in our humble opinions, only the last page, Page 877, is valid". Dr. Artic pauses for a moment ... "The last page is trivial, according to the Onion Analysis Principle". What infinities, what transformation, my stuff was on 241 pages, all of it perfect and absolute in self evident truths, is about the only thing that comes readily to mind when hearing these words, and I look at the different faces of the fiendishly grinning big timers seating and standing around the conference table. A field day is happening up there in the small corridors while the public is kept unawares, oblivious, except for a few amazing announcements that winkle through the media from time to time; an in-depth interview with Dr. Sharples in the UFO section of a magazine called 'Omni'; the name and status of Pee Wee Bong Bong heading the Discover Magazine list of the 100 most genuinely genius under 30 living today; and Scientific American publishes an update on the score of the raging theoretical debates every two years. The gyre, you see, won't be concidered essential. The gyre is too obvious to be a challenge for certain types. No new news, the ellipse of orbit was not concidered a challenge for 80 years after Kepler introduced it in a small publication paid for out of his own pocket. Then Newton the menace to the Royal Society of England put the ellipse in the center of Gravitational Dynamics. Even then, another century passed before the domeheads of education could admit they understood what Newton had done. Well, gravitational Relativity is now finally making it after a long time in the pin ball machine, staggering in beliefs up to the limelight of the reviewing stand, after 60 years of jogging in a pack with that which could only be called Einstein's genius. And now a hoard of cosmic contenders dressed up as theories utalizing Gravitational Relativities thunders by under the cheers and jeers of the reviewers, passing like a ticker tape punched with holes representing missing facts. The most adept amongst the theory makers keep changing their conclusions in a mad rush to the payphones to be the first to inform their collegues. Meanwhile the public keeps paying the tax collectors who finance this whole industry. And it failed in beliefs to get the goods on the gravitic (vibratory and resonance) principles of gravity. Solar Astronomy has taken a long time to make a few changes. It has not so far progressed with the speed of a tornado. The ancients began it all with astrology. That was 8,000 years ago. The problem from an inter-dimensional planetary observer's point of view is that the sluggishness which plugs the progress of Astronomy is due to the fact that if they start looking to see what is really there in the over fabrics of the Solar System, they will have to also start looking to see what is there in the over fabrics of Reality, and in result will have to start giving up the hand made fabrics of the cloaks of darkness called religions. And whooo boy, do they EVER not want to do THAT! As for making a formal presentation, there are problems of another kind not taught by the school boards. To wit, formal means academic, which itself means ivory tower. The methods used by the thought processing committees in the ivory towers in this time period are very different than those concidered formal only 50 years ago, and hardly respond to what was concidered officially formal, say, 200 years ago for a scientist. So formal approaches change with the times. As to an approacher's enforcers, they soon enough end sloughing down the wall of history, passing soundlessly with wide open mouths below the edge of fame. Whereas a poem, a story, or a play can continue through the ages even while inter- pretations of the same continue to evolve with the ambitions of the times. 15 years ago it was arty farty. It has of late been yuppie. Upcoming is super blockbuster megabuck breakthrough of a downsizing recession, and the like. Scientific information continues, but note, its public even university presentation changes, always into something different as the years race on. Have you ever seen two text books with the same description of the behavior of a Yo Yo? let alone gravity, or light. So, why worry about formal now. All that is needed is for me to get the information into the public's hands and what the public does with it is after the fact. On the other hand there is the problem of politics, and it is a big one. Concider the slight-of-hand currently underway in the United States regards Cold Temperature Fusion. The entire country has gone negative on the idea and has totally discredited the two scientists who first disclosed a discovery of it to the media, not to the ivory tower, but to the media. For two years Scientific American and Discover magazines, in every issue, had a putdown, a cheesy remark, a joke, about the discoverers - such bad scientists, etc. Meanwhile overseas and in the orient there is hardly a business which has expanded so fast, over 500 major research projects around the world working around the clock to be the first out the door with a saleable product on the market, or the first with a theory to validly explain why Cold Temperature Fusion works. Meanwhile, the two discoverers are happily at work in France completing super secret research projects, the research taking place over there due to the obvious reasons, the snarks called the USA. Even their kids were being beaten coming home from school because their fathers had done something so recklessly stupid as to disclose something so self evidently real as cold temperature fusion to a country whose famous scientific fathers simply refused to believe that cold temperature fusion could exist because the idea simply conflicted with all of the textbooks the scientific fathers had written. So where does that put someone like ME, someone who talks about and shows new things that can never be commercial or sold as a product. But can instead create new levels in consciousness awareness. And does require a whole new perception of Reality and how humans fit into the Cosmic scheme of things, before any theory can be hammered down flat, stamped in iron, the irony being that by the time humans of Earth start getting to the perceptions, the need for a theory will no longer be a cause to bother with, Hmmm? Involing new knowledges so vast they will NEVER be stamped in iron, only recognized as self evident truths. A 'CHOSEN SCIENTIFIC METHOD' has the sole criteria that whatever works, works well, in gathering the ideas and getting the message across. In a momentary mini-review, if some of the ideas just laid down seem escapist or idealistic or even just plain kokey, concider what even semi-formal descriptions, for instance of a planetary ellipse and orbit taken from Van Nostram's Encyclopaedia of Science (Fifth Edition, 1976) can look like. You more or less already have to know the subject well before you can interpret THIS kind of presentation at a glance. Concider information in the 15th edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, 1981, it can lead you somewhere, but the user friendly terms such as PNP'N', and such as a diagram of solar orbits, and the A B B S O C cogwheel tinker toy depiction under ECLIPSE in that encyclopaedia takes some sideways study since they don't present anything real at all, only a mental wizard's mystifications based entirely on arbitary facts cooked up for the topic. Then there are things like Figure 1:Orbital element in plane (see text) under the heading 'Eclipse, Occultation, and Transit' explaining how the word eclipse comes from the Greek 'ekleipsis' "abandonment". Instant knowledge it is not, even though informed. Telling you about 'Perfect Eclipses' it cannot, since ALL of the point of view, historical and modern day, is presented under the guise of parallax overlays, which is entirely the way humans see it with their physical eyeballs, and not at all the way the gods created it with their fundamental and absolute Laws of Perfection. So as you can see, each kind of Earth-bound authority has its own approach. A more formal appreciation per se can be exampled in a thing called 'Appendix 111' which is the introduction by the authors to their 'Tensor Geometry' text book, in which their opinions of successes and failures of previous authors and theories are compared and cross referenced in scholarly expertise involving more than seventeen proof readers in several countries before the book was ready to be set in type by an ordinary typewriter of the old fashion Smith Corona variety and published that way. This mighty tome of a text book was purchased at the Ottawa University book store for $45.00 and typically got sold a few days later by miffed students for 20 bucks. I could have also cited a sample from an ivory tower Astronomical International Journal, in which it is all doodles from Timbuktu. Then, of course, there is always a panel from a motion picture story board of 'Star Trek' in which Spock reads the obelisk. The truth is that any recourse to existing literature or local language requires that it be interpreted in further detail in order to communicate at all. For instance much silent vocabulary would occupy space between the ears if the information approach shown here was adapted into such Sci Fi text as: " ...Say again what? That omega symbol means... ?" " ...Just a minute I'm still trying to work out the torgue on Alpha..." " ...Hurry, geez, the load is ready to leave on the next vernal equinox upslider escape launch hoop window... " " ...Roger, XX40, I think I'm going to navigate Alpha along nodes to the ecliptic to mark the transparenting windows of the phantom eclipse avenues on a priorty plus minus sign changer..." " ...Gotcha! YY7 ... I'm going over to ZZ8 ...standby". " ...PING! ...oops, who's this? God? Hey allah I'm sorry". In view of all such options, a few simple conventions can stand to reason, being self evident wherever they are used, once introduced. For instance any orbit can have three simple parameters that are constant, and a couple of other constants within the orbit, these being: (A) Aphelion () Mean also (O) for Mean (P) Perihelion (A) - () = () - (P) = Average is [A + P] = Base Line runs through all (A), (), and (P) points in orbit, on either side of the Solar Center at which sits the Sun: in which any information given, furthers the understanding of the text overall, while acknowledging nothing whatsoever of previous works in the world save the scientific information itself gathered the slow tedious hard way by many dedicated observers. It means there might be some browned noses in the ivory tower, some whistles in the think tank through gappy teeth, a few unmuffled snorts might shoot like sneezes out the eustachian tubes. But then, they might be able to hear better. Meanwhile the public goes around enjoying the fruits of new information without prejudice. Big contention can sound like a ranting. The public will not suffer by a lack of formal knowledge of the kind given from authority of a brain trusteedom which would attempt to form the public's understanding in their own images and likenesses. Such a trusteedom has in face Police State Mentality running the show in the background of the Earth. Warning! Warning! Red Light! Now you know, and it is up to you to change things so Police State Mentality no longer runs the planet is a relentless downhill direction. It doesn't have to be said very loudly that religions when turned to science, are overlords likewise. Such image and likeness trends tend to cancel the inclines of wide open looks leading to illumination of just how much pure science is fabulously in the makeup of Higher Cause. Pure science, of course, includes laws and principles which are unmistakable, and intuitively are beyond the misuse of negative applications, such as war weapons. In fact, when intuition becomes active, the pure science in Creation precludes that it must not be abused by feelings of the negative, even when those who let themselves feel negative think they must instead be feeling euphoria, because it is so STRONG in them. Phony euphoria is a trap. It would seem after all that a pure science having parts on par with the manifestations of circumstances like Hyper Present Gravity in both the Cosmic Solar and Subatomic Fundamental arenas would go toward the makeup of the thoughts and emotions. If supersymmetry is real, as some scientists now think, then influences through the Cosmic Solar Arena also pass through the atoms and their nuclii of matter itself, where the pure energy empire opens up. Astrology is hardly awake yet to Reality. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 AUGUST 25, 1993 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 The mass-energies of many elementary particles can be calculated to close, even exact, values, as seen in those particle's most highly resolved experiments (those with the very least associated errors). The mass-energy component is seen as a consequence of concidering the particles in terms of their Compton Wavelengths, in radii terms of these wavelengths. In Compton Wavelength aspects, the wavelength values of certain particles can be added and subtracted to produce Compton Wavelength values of other particles, in ways which simply cannot be seen when just the mass-energies of certain particles are added or subtracted or otherwise determined. A key to understanding how this can be possible is in recognizing that a small Compton Wavelength difference between the mass energies of two different particles, can by itself convert into the mass energy of a much heavier particle. In this case, the much larger mass energy of the real particle's existence is hidden from view, if the wavelength difference between the other two particles is not noticed, or is not concidered. - See the September 1994 issue of Scientific American. The combination of two sides of an elementary particle's states; its mass-energy component, and its concommittant Compton Wavelength; can thus be factored in very easily understood combinations in which certain precise connected 'states' are a direct consequence, the connected states being noticable because no other such combinations are found to yield similar results other than these certain precise unambinguous values. In other words, the combinations shown are the only combinations which have such significant values, and these are found within extremely narrow ranges within certain 'mathematical windows'. This is readily verified by noticing that just slight variations upon the input values for particle datas, taken from known high resolution particle experiments, will if varied arbitrarily even slightly, result in the values of other particles to simply disappear. Results of radomly varied inputs changed by very tiny amounts simply produces resulting values which fall completely out of the mass-energy ranges known for certain particles in question. It means that certain 'spectrum-like' chains of particle mass-energies can be described with predictive precision. As well, at least two other fundamental 'backbone' spectrums can be immediately identified in which a number of different particle 'families' are seen. The families include stable and unstable Mesons, Baryons, and electron-similar Leptons, the seeing being real due to the precise and easy calculations of known mass energies for the particles involved. The nature of at least one of the spectrum-like chain of particle masses is revealed through a rather obvious kind of mechanical modelling, in which images for the modelling have been borrowed in analogy from images found in the solar system. However the solar images are not the usual old school kind, for instance from which a loose imaging model for the atom was designed upon planets orbiting the sun. The actual solar modelling is quickly described as follows: For a domain of particles in which mass energies and 'wavelengths' are mathematically interractive, the solar modelling concerns lengths and segments of solar space rather than simple orbital radii. For instance the distance in space between Earth and Venus, between Earth and Mars, the cross sectional orbital diameter of Mars, or Earth, and the radius of the Moon's orbit around Earth tossed in as a modelling source of particularly precise dimensions, all have depiction in the wavelength interractions of certain subatomic groups. As indicated, solar distances in the model, have a real image whose only attribute is merely 'space'. In an exception, the input of the value of the Earth Moon's orbit as a plus or minus factor upon a length of space (as if the Earth's new Moon vrs full Moon), includes a 'spacial dimension' associated with a discreet mechanical factor that is also explicit, in this case the fact that the Moon orbital radius associates solely with a local node in an otherwise longer length of 'space' where all of the local nodes associate ultimately with a point of center. In translation into subatomic modelling, the Moon orbit increments result in specific splits into precise mass energy differences associated with precise charge states of known Xion particles, for example. No loose approximations here, the mass energy charge states stand identified as precisely as the center circles of V E R Y narrow targets. The domain thus modelled is very wide ranging when applied to elementary particle mass energy state predictions. 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 QUESTIONS ABOUT THE 'COMPTON WAVELENGTH' 陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳陳 It is not seen that the exact same kind of 'space' has to be intrinsically involved in discrete Compton Wavelength differences that lead to large mass-energy differences, in the realm of elementary particles, because in the subatomic realm the so-called Compton Wavelengths are a measurable attribute of a phenonena that has nothing to do with gravity as found in the solar system, and may in fact have nothing to do as well with the nature of Compton Wavelengths normally associated with collision interference angles or cross sections for, for instance, electrons striking at atomic or nuclear targets. It rather seems more that the nature of a Compton Wavelength value is an indication that another property, in the forces that describe or define elementary particles, can be completely described in values identical to so-called Compton Wavelengths, but in this case the nature of that Compton value is different, just as in physics the value known as Plank's constant can have many different applications to describe basic events. (Plank's Constant turns up in many different fundamental equations). One reason why such a thought can be concidered is that some of the modelled 'space' factors do not require a point of center for the concommittant sub-atomic entities to be determined in terms of mass energy, and their apparent 'Compton Wavelength' value, the only contract that can be known with unquestionable certainty is that the added and subtracted sub-atomic 'wavelengths' have the same system of units as do 'Compton Wavelength' for elementary particles. One main feature of the Wavelength-Mass Energy correlation is that certain particles which seem to have a very wide width (range of possible mass energy values associated with different charge states) can in fact be shown to fall within a range of equatable values, with predictable mathematical parameters, wherein only the known 'width' of that particle, even if very wide, is the only possible outcome, as if the 'width' is bracketed, in which mathematical parameters describing the 'bracket' are pointing to a further fundamental property. In other such 'wide widths' are in fact real. For example the eccentricty width of the planetary orbit of Mars is just such a bracket. One other feature when looking uphill to the solar model, is that solar orbits can be used in lieu of Compton Wavelengths, merely by reducing the solar orbits by a constant value of 10 to the power 27, so that, for instance, a solar orbital readius of, say, 10 to the 13 cms, comes out in the sub-atomic range as a particle's Compton Wavelength term having a radius value of 10 to the minus 14 cms. It turns out that a ratio of (1 x 10 to the power 27) is not a random variable, if it is concidered that the ratio of power between the assumed magnetude of the so-called 'weak force' which effects certain nuclear decays, and the gravitational force which effects the macro-cosmic reality, is also in the ratio range of (1 over 10 to the power 27), with the gravitational force being the weaker element. The Earth's orbit, in fact, is an excellent case in point. It has in it exact spacial instincts suitable to map out the family of stable XION particles, and in fact can be used to map out three XION families to striking exactitudes when used in a certain way as a model for handling XION family charge states, stability states, and mass energy values. This may seem like an astonishing remark to make, particularly since there is no previous literature regards the use of so-called elementary particle Compton Wavelengths as a means to determine certain other elementary particle mass-energies exactly, and in particular that there could be in any way a solar model tie-in to the predictabilties. Nevertheless the images are there in concrete form to be viewed and analyzed freely. For instance the above mentioned Earth orbital image is described in oscreen display graphics in detail under the heading: 'The Earth Moon Metaphor For Sub Atomic Phenomena'. The Fine Structure Constant is a linker between smallest to heaviest particle domains. And Special Relativity used in a new and somewhat different manner than the normal 'accelarate and collide' mode, also reveals a more fundamental understructure at work amongst particles, and photons. The exact use of Special Relativity is easily shown in mathematics. What the relativity is showing is not so easily stated in definative ways, at least, just what is it that is being shown by the relativity is not immediately understood in a glance. What is understood is that several fundamental particles have mass energy quotients that turn out to be the only quotients these particles can have, because their mass energy states, or concommittant Compton Wavelength states, are locked into fundamental resonances which are as if stamped in iron and cannot change due to the Special Relativity that holds all of them together in an unflinching embrace. Relativistic tensions have achieved a stable balance out of chaos and only that balance can exist, and change to any of the tensions, causes the stability to cease to exist because the resulting relativistic equations simply cannot hold them all together as one unified action. FINISHED Sept 10, 1994.