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Hi everybody.

It's me, Blue, again.

::: God Does Not Play DICE2008 With the Universe :::

If anyone here doesn't already know about Dr. Jack Sarfatti [
http://tech.groups.yahoo.com/group/S...ienceSeminars/ ], he's a
VERY SMART physicist who gave a lecture today on his paper entitled
'Einstein's Gravity as an Emergent Macro-Quantum Coherent Vacuum Field
C' at the DICE2008 Fourth International Workshop in Tuscany -- _From
Quantum Mechanics through Complexity to Spacetime: the Role of
Emergent Dynamical Structures_ [ http://mail.df.unipi.it/~elze/DICE2008.html
].

The lecture was only to last 10 minutes (18:50-19:00 hours -or-
2*3*10^11 -or- 600,000,000,000 nanoseconds) but that was WAY more than
enough 'time' anyways because his Higher Level Mathematics and
Extremely Holy Physics COMPLETELY transcends any perceived quasi-
linear space-time constraints, so he could've downloaded the ENTIRE
Internette into your brain during the essentially timeless periodicity
of that FLOW and still had several million nanoseconds to spare!

Like the aliens did with him.

I mean, certain members of the Spanish Inquisition of the Mundane
may've tried to indirectly 'kook' or marginalise him via the sci-fi
comedy _Back to the Future_; patterning the Time-Travellin'
Proffesorial star (Christopher Lloyd; previously The Psychedelic Space-
Case Reverend Jim Ignatowski on TV's _Taxi_ sitcom ... cf:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Back_to_the_Future) after him; 'flux
capacitor' 'n all, yet to this very day he's emerged unscathed,
iconoclastic as ever and virtually indomitable.

Plus, like we said before, VERY SMART!

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::: ET -- Phone Sarfatti @ Home :::

'Jack Sarfatti is today a prominent quantum physicist. Unknown to
many, however, is that he may owe some of his success to a very
unusual experience—a phone call from a flying saucer. The whole ordeal
began more than 50 years ago.

'Says Sarfatti, “In 1952 and 1953, when I was about 12 or 13 years
old, I received a phone call…in which a mechanical sounding voice at
the other end said it was a computer on board a flying saucer. They
wanted to teach me something and would I be willing? This was my free
choice. Would I be willing to be taught—to communicate with them? I
remember a shiver going up my spine, because I said, ‘Hey, man, this
is real.’ Of course, I was a kid…but I said, yes.”
Sarfatti was impressed. He ran and got his friends, and they gathered
together in his bedroom, awaiting the upcoming promised contact.
Unfortunately, nothing occurred, and Sarfatti assumed at first that it
was just a clever practical joke.

'At this point, his memory of the event strangely ends. But according
to Sarfatti’s mother, the first phone call was followed by a series of
similar phone calls—each giving Sarfatti information that would leave
him forever changed. Says Sarfatti, “My mother remembers this
experience very well. It turns out that I had forgotten most of it.
This was really something that occurred over several weeks. Apparently
what happened, which is completely blanked from my memory but not from
hers, was that I continually received phone calls, many phone calls
from the same source. My mother says I was walking around really
strange. She began to get worried about me. Finally, one day she
picked up the phone, and she heard this computer. She remembers the
voices.… She said, ‘Leave my boy alone!’ The Jewish mother talking to
the flying saucer or whatever they were. And that was the end of it.
We never got another phone call after that.”

'While Sarfatti is unable to consciously recall the messages given to
him, his pioneering career as a quantum physicist may hold some of the
answers. He championed Bell’s theorem, which is based on the Einstein-
Rosen-Podolsky quantum physics experiments regarding the possibility
that subatomic particles behave in a way that indicates some sort of
“telepathic communication with each other.” Einstein felt that such a
possibility was absurd. However, current experiments have proven, as
Sarfatti claimed, that subatomic particles are in fact connected with
each other non-locally. Sarfatti is today a leading authority on the
physics of consciousness.'

Excerpt from:
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_Phone Call From an Alien_ by Preston Dennett
http://fatemag.com/issues/2000s/2006-04article1a.html

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::: Wrong Again, Albert :::

Anyways ... somehow, somewhere, somewhen, somewhy, someone sent me a
copy of what appears to be a brief email discourse between Dr.
Sarfatti and the legendary Dr. Steven Hawking. Said Dr. Steve to Dr.
Jack:

'Einstein once asked the question: 'How much choice did God have in
constructing the universe?'

'Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set
of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the
equations and makes a universe for them to describe?... Why does the
universe go to all the bother of existing? Is the unified theory so
compelling that it brings about its own existence? Or does it need a
creator, and, if so, does he have any other effect on the universe?
And who created him? 184

'... if we do discover a complete theory, it should in time be
understandable in broad principle by everyone, not just a few
scientists. Then we shall all, philosophers, scientists, and just
ordinary people, be able to take part in the discussion of the
question of why it is that we and the universe exist. If we find the
answer to that, it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason - for
then we would know the mind of God. 185'

Well, I feel increasingly like a _Stranger in a Strange Land_ so I was
at first somewhat reticent to toss my $.02 into the mix (perhaps
especially since my 93/93 31-13 11:11 (01011101b=(5Dh=((8=3)=(0=0))))
Multi-Dimensional Inter-Galactic Intra-Cosmic Fifth-Density
TransMundane [TM=MT] Initiation -or- Chonyid Weltanschauung
Koyaanisqatsi -or- NeuroPsychoPharmacological Psychedelic
ReStructuring -or- Schizo-Affective Dissociative Psychotic Break
[''tis naught but words, words ...']), but then The Voices In My Head
suggested that I do so anyway.

Here, then, are the words that came out of my fingers and onto the
Computer Screen:

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Ave Jack;

your recent e-interaction with Dr. Hawking on Einstein:

Our own Personal Grand Unified Theory revolves around the following
three (3) Relatively Holy & Utterly Immutable Fundamental Axioms:

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Fundamental Axiom #1
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To quote Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman on Einstein's seminal 'Dice
w/ Universe' quote:

'God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game
of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of
any of the other players, i.e. everybody, to being involved in an
obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank
cards, for infinite stakes with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules,
and who smiles all the time.'

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Fundamental Axiom #2
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::: KEEP TALKING :::

An Exceptionally Holy and Inimitably Ineffable Track from Pink Floyd's
1994 C.E.
Magnum Opus entitled _The Division Bell_

[http://pinkfloydhyperbase.dk/albums/...m#KEEP_TALKING ]

Music: Gilmour, Wright
Lyrics: Gilmour, Samson
Vocals by: David Gilmour
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Voice: Stephen Hawking
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[begin song]

Hawking:
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For millions of years mankind lived just like animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

Gilmour:
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There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
Why won't you talk to me
I can't seem to speak now
You never talk to me
My words won't come out right
What are you thinking
I feel like I'm drowning
What are you feeling
I'm feeling weak now
Why won't you talk to me
But I can't show my weakness
You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
What are you feeling

Hawking:
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It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Gilmour:
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Why won't you talk to me
I feel like I'm drowning
You never talk to me
You know I can't breathe now
What are you thinking
We're going nowhere
What are you feeling
We're going nowhere
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

Hawking:
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It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

[end song]

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Fundamental Axiom #3
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Hawking's poignant and succinctly classic, 'Wrong again, Albert.'

[from Star Trek Next Generation episode _Descent_]
http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Descent_(episode)

Memorable Quotes:
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'All the quantum fluctuations in the universe will not change the
cards in your hand.'
-Albert Einstein to Stephen Hawking incorrectly calling a bluff

'Wrong again, Albert.'
-Stephen Hawking while showing his winning hand to Albert Einstein

And honourable mention w/ Larry King
http://www.psyclops.com/hawking/news/cnn.html

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::: Where Has All the Tyme Gone? :::

And finally -- in conclusion -- is something(s) that happened to me
both recently and a long 'time' ago.

When I was a kid of about 10 or 11, I had a paper-route and saved up
enough money to buy a mini-bike so I could zip around through all the
alleys and back streets of West L.A. (my dad was employed at UCLA's
NPI). It was a Taco-22 with a 3hp Briggs & Stratton motor [
http://gokartsusa.com/taco22minibike.aspx ] and one day my buddy, Greg
Rowuka and his dad and I went on a drive in Mr. Rowuka's station wagon
out to some deserty, hilly kind of place where they were doing a bunch
of underground construction at the Defense Contracting place where he
worked. It seems to me it wasn't much more than an hour or so away
but my memory is really foggy about it all.

Anyways, there were tons of trails out there going everywhere so we
both pulled our minibikes out of the car, fired 'em up and took off
exploring and stuff.

Now HERE is where it gets kinda strange.

The other night I was just channel-surfing and happened to stumble
across something on the local PBS affiliate where the King or
President or CEO (or whatever) of Jordan was being featured and as it
turned out one of his favourite passtimes was to hop into his military
helicopter and fly over this kind of surreal-looking deserty area
which was mostly flat but had some strange, reddish, grand-canyoney
looking rock formations and even though I hadn't even THOUGHT about
that old, retrospectively high-strangeness minibike adventure for at
least forty-some years some NEW memories rushed back in, albeit just
fleeting glimpses.

You see, before I could never understand why it seemed like I was
having a bunch of fun riding around all the trails but then all of a
sudden there was this place with all these big pipes and stuff laying
around on the dirt (way out there, a long ways from the road) and we
cruised over there to check it out but then all of a sudden the next
thing I remember is both our minibikes stalled out and everything
seemed all disoriented and for some unknown reason, simultaneously
terrifying and immensely frustrating.

And then I don't know what happened but the next thing I know, there's
Greg Rowuka pretty close to me and he's all crying and stuff and I'm
really scared and angry and frustrated and cussing and I just knew I
had to get the hell OUT of there, but no matter how much we futzed
with the chokes and carburetors and kept pulling the damn recoil
starters, the damn bikes just WON'T start up.

And I'm all scared and disoriented and ****ed off and frustrated and
he's crying and we feel totally LOST, somehow.

So, again for some unknown reason, now all of a sudden both our bikes
just start right up and we try to find our way back but we're both
completely disoriented because it seems like the car is just straight
down this one path about a mile or less away but for some reason, we
just CAN'T SEEM TO GET THERE, no matter how hard we try and our sense
of direction (well, at least mine, anyway) feels all impossibly turned
inside out like if you had a donut or an inner-tube like torroid coil
or something and used your hands to twist the inside out and the
outside in somehow. And it feels like we're so completely,
irrevocably MISPLACED and LOST somehow that we'll NEVER be able to
find our way back.

But then, all of a sudden, Hey! THERE'S the trail! So we ride over
to it and finally see the car so we ride up to it to get a cold soda,
because we'd only been out riding for about 1/2 hour or so and it was
hot and dusty so we were really thirsty.

So we pull up and Mr. Rowuka starts yelling and cussing at us asking
us where the HELL we went and why the HELL were we gone for so long?
He said we were gone for well over 4 hours and we had to get out of
there NOW! And that didn't make ANY sense to either of us so we were
like, 'What ... ?' (because we were only out riding for 1/2 hour or so
at the MOST) so he got all ****ed off and threw the bikes into the
back of the car and yelled some more then started to drive us home.

And on the way back, my nose started bleeding really heavily and I
didn't know why but he gave me a rag to stop the flow and told me to
keep my head tilted back until it stopped.

And ever since that time, at least until I was in high school or so, I
used to wake up lots of times in the middle of the night or in the
morning with a bunch of blood on my pillow from another nose-bleed.

And the really weird dreams.

Well, I had basically remembered pretty much all of the above before
(although kind of in disjointed, floating, amorphous sort of fashion)
from time to time, and hadn't even THOUGHT about the event in decades
but as I was just lying there watching that helicopter fly over that
deserty area on the TV, all of a sudden this fleeting flash rushed
through my mynde.

Both of us were taking turns playing follow the leader and when it was
my turn, I found that spot with all the big pipes and there was chain-
link and barbed-wire fencing around the area and big NO TRESPASSING
signs everywhere and Greg stopped but I kept bugging him to follow me
into the area.

So there was this place I just flashed on the other night where in the
side of a hill (facing away from any sort of road or anything) there
was a big tunnel entrance again with big NO TRESPASSING signs, but
again I kept bugging him so finally he followed me in and the tunnel
had lights every so often on the ceiling (like a big mine shaft) and a
smooth, cement floor all the way.

And it was really fun to do broadies and burn-outs and wheelies and
stuff down the long hallway because the cement was so smooth but all
of a sudden some weird-ugly looking guard or something ran up to us
and started yelling at us about 'What the HELL are you boys doing
here?!!'

And it really seemed way out in the middle of nowhere and there wasn't
ANYone else around ANYwhere and it was like a Sunday or something so
at least no one was supposed to be there or whatever.

So then, the next thingn I know is we're way OUTSIDE the tunnel and
way OUTSIDE the little compound like area and we can't get our
minibikes started and Greg's crying like a baby and I'm all
disoriented and lost and scared ****less and ****ed off and frustrated
and stuff.

And then, like I said, all of a sudden we CAN get both the bikes
started (at the same time!) and we finally find our way OUT of that
impossibly 'unreal' area and back to the car.

Anyways, what's so strange about this now in THIS now is that I hadn't
even THOUGHT about that whole thing in DECADES and I never remembered
until just the other night about all the signs and the tunnel that
went way back into the hill and the guard (or whatever!) and I never
even remembered just when all of the nosebleeds started and stuff.

And when I ALMOST started to remember that the guard grabbed me and
was going to take me back into some room off the hallway, the memory
just stopped and I tried hard to remember any more but it just made me
fall asleep.

Anyways, all of the above is 100% completely true and it all took
place before I was into ANY drugs or psychedelics and before I started
having ANY sorts of Mystickal thought-streams or FLOWS (as I usually
call them) or any of the 'movies' (that are kind of like extremely
rich-in-depth-and-vividness epiphanous visionary snippet-thingies that
usually only come when I'm deep in theta-state or 'way out there' in a
mystickal-tantric sort of flow.

OK ... that's all for now.

.. ... ^ . $ @# ..aK%v.. // *** NO CARRIER ***

All the best;

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