While in the early morning bath you were thinking about mirror subatomic elements, the other note Doug sent you yesterday. Here is a partial of what he sent:
Dick,
I just saw a program on TV where they are looking for mirror matter. According to the TV program it is called mirror matter because it supposedly actually exists in other dimensions as well as our . This was your idea in a recent email. Congrats on your insight.
I could not find confirmation of this in the article below but if it hits the earth there would be a great explosion and may explain the great explosion in Russia about 100 years ago.
Doug
And he added from Wikipedia:
“Mirror matter, if it exists, would have to be very weakly interacting with ordinary matter. This is because the forces between mirror particles are mediated by mirror bosons. With the exception of the graviton, none of the known bosons can be identical to their mirror partners. The only way mirror matter can interact with ordinary matter via forces other than gravity is via so-called kinetic mixing of mirror bosons with ordinary bosons or via the exchange of Holdom particles. These interactions can only be very weak. Mirror particles have therefore been suggested as candidates for the inferred dark matter in the universe.”
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I was delighted to read this because it is something I can add to the fray – another plausibility that at least has brought about questioning science. Multiple dimensional particles can add some hypothetical to someone’s conversation. Funny, sounds like I making up a script for a new Chris Carter “X-File” episode. Gather ideas then gather collaborating facts or hypotheses. Work them in for effect, except I have no Fox Mulder or Dana Scully. These books are more about messages than mysteries centered on action figures.
How are the Merlyn series books on messages? Messages from you? The Dead? Aliens? - Amorella.
Sorry, ‘messages’ is the wrong word.
First noun that came to your mind for that position in the sentence.
I cannot deny that. I really didn’t think – it just came out with the rest of the statement.
Freudian slip?
Doubtful. An unthought slip is the way I see it.
Post. – Amorella.
No. I am not going to post. I am not going to give you the last word here. I typed too fast. No messages. The books have themes but no messages from the Dead or aliens. Unconscious and conscious mix of messages from me, no question about it. What else would one expect from any author?
Your reflective anger here shows otherwise, boy.
Post then. Being honest does not mean being correct. I hate this honesty business sometimes. It does not reflect well on my overall character. – rho
Post, orndorff. Let it go, boy. You have no choice. – Amorella.
If being one of the Dead were really like this it would be a tough row to hoe.
You are right in the middle of the Merlyn books, boy. Good for you. – Amorella.Late morning. You are up from a nap and have this to say.
The messages are from my unconscious self to conscious self (as are dreams). The message is for me, but it is also meant to be shared with friends. – rho
I agree. That was simple. Post. – Amorella.
You and Carol are sitting in the car under a large sycamore on the west side of the Little Miami near Foster and the bike trail on the other side of the river. Subway picnic on a relaxingly warm and near windless November day. A multitude of honeysuckle bushes still have leaves but they are duly departed from most of the trees. Out in front of you and up as you face mostly north is the high concrete WPA bridge over the Little Miami river valley which can’t be seen for the trees in Summer.
I should have brought the camera. I have it out for Thursday’s high school supper gathering in Westerville. Beautiful old two lane bridge – a bit of architectural dignity in the old design of curved and sweeping flow of arches supporting the structure fifty to seventy feet above. I’ll have to google up the height over the river when we are back home.
[Here are the stats:
[Here are the stats:
Travelers, in stagecoach days, crossed the river when traveling the old Montgomery, Hopkinsville and Wilmington Pike, now known as the Old 3 C Highway. They could not have envisioned that the progress of Foster would be put on the back burner because of the huge viaduct that would span the Little Miami many years later. The viaduct was started in October 1936, and completed October 1, 1938. For the readers who are interested in statistics, the bridge, at a cost of a half a million dollars, took over 90,000 man-hours to complete. Approximately 9000 cubic yards of concrete and 1,200,000 pounds of reinforcing steel were used in the structure. Six spans, varying in length from 155 to 175 feet, support the viaduct. The deepest concrete pier is securely anchored, its foundation being 27 feet below the water level. The mile and a quarter project, which includes its approaches, was unique due to the fact that it spanned three forms of transportation; water, rail and motor. At the center pier, the roadway stands slightly over 75 feet above the Little Miami River.] Google history of Village of Foster, Ohio
Earlier you trimmed up the bottom outside of the basement door and have a bit of cleaning up as well as adding more foam around the inside of the doorframe. Wire was in place so no more mice you hope, although you haven’t seen any since acquiring the cat who also hunts down a few thousand legged critters who seep in through the cracks once a month or so.
Speaking of seeping through the cracks, you once wrote a section of the third book about the description of the mind, I still have it somewhere.
Find it and drop it in here. – Amorella.
This is a lot of material. What is the purpose? I just thought of it because I was thinking about how my mind no doubt has cracks in it for pieces of imagination to scurry through.
You need a review, so once you place it here. Read it, then we will talk from a definition of mind in an analogous context with yourself and the books. This material is written by Diplomat Burroughs, a seven year old hybrid -- her father is marsupial humanoid and her mother is human. Today she is nine or ten. She is bright for her age.
This is funny, Amorella. Diplomat is a spunky girl you are pulling from book three. I will go along with it for the novelty. And, I suppose as she was seven (I think) in Merlyn's Mind, and it was published in 2008 then she would be nine or ten. Okay, Ms Burroughs, say your piece.
Note: I forgot this is already on my blog, back on 29 and 30 August 2009. Sorry. - rho
Note: I forgot this is already on my blog, back on 29 and 30 August 2009. Sorry. - rho
A Hypothetical Human Mind Model
By Diplomat Burroughs
Here is how I have hypothetically set the construction of any human or marsupial mind. It is, while looking down on the mind’s two dimensional construction from the mind’s eye, so to speak, one envisions four rooms, each a square and in the process there is a fifth square, the combination of the four smaller ones placed together with each room touching a central middle point.
Now cube the square. Each of the four inner cubed rooms of this human mind model is fourteen by fourteen by fourteen feet, the size of a room with rather tall ceiling. The squared floor of each room is as the floor of any human mind. The larger size makes it possible to imagine being able to three dimensionally walk through a human mind and point to presences of mind, for example, hanging from the wall, or floating, or resting in one of the corners of the room.
Presences of mind are not always conscious and that it the trick of it. One might be in your head presently, and you may not realize it until you walk into it as if it were a spider’s web or slip on it as if it were a banana peel. A presence of mind might be a new and immediate love that jumps out at you and wrestles you down at a moment’s notice. Or it may be a fear that faces you so directly that your hair stands on end and your skin shrinks back pale as the ghost you think you have just witnessed. The human mind can do these things. If you do not relate to any of this in your own mind I, the Diplomat, would humbly suggest that you are not and have never been consciously alive as a human being.
The center vented wall core to which all the interior walls touch is most important. In my analogy the transference of aroma-like presences into thoughts is created by the continual unconscious baking of particular aromas in the outer color coded walls of the mind. These aromas flow throughout the four rooms of the mind model by osmosis, or unconscious assimilation, down through central wall vent, and out the center of the floor of the metaphysically (or abstract) oriented mind and into the physical brain which of bio-chemical in nature.
Likewise, the physical brain (connected to the physical body) may pick up a concept or idea from one of more of the physical senses of the immediate environment or from the brain’s jarred memory which then pumps an associated flavor to mix with the aroma of an unconscious idea or thought in the making. A prime example is the mind picturing the baking of chocolate chip cookies in the oven by the aroma drifting from the kitchen. One doesn’t have to see the actual cookies to observe them in the mind’s eye which is by that point in time automatically focused down into the north room in my model mind. At the point where the image of the cookies baking has lighted the north room, the brain reacts through the physical sensory apparatus of the body, and the person consciously knows a delicious dessert is on the way. (Later, with respect to the author of these works, I will substitute letter-combinations-to-create-words-being-baked-into-sentences instead of cookies.)
I have located an outer wall corner to point north as a compass needle for easier orientation. The outer corner of each room points to one of the four cardinal points. This northern of the fourteen foot cubed rooms of the mind is the oldest part of the human mind in my model. The highlights in this room relate to the physical world and universe we exist in. The person, the author or whoever, is standing or sitting on the floor of the north room with the back of her or his shoulders resting against the two interior and screen-vented walls that connect to the central exchange post vent that delivers the mind to the brain and vise-versa.
The North Room of the Model Mind
This north room connect the physical body and brain (which is only in the north room) with the other three rooms of the mind which in the model, hover fourteen feet from the floor of the whole mind square of four rooms directly above the person’s brain whether she or he is sitting or standing. Looking north from innermost corner of the room’s location one sees a black outer wall on the left that follows to the outermost northern corner, and the continuing right outer wall connected with the northernmost corner is a white.
This north room represents the black and white world people deal with every day. The basic social and economic techniques of individual and group survival exist in this room. Moderately thoughtful people may attempt to hover towards the center of the north room of the mind when possible, thus avoiding the heat and direct aromas from either the black or white oriented outer oven-walls. For example the concept: it is the nature of people to survive better in a community rather than alone individually whether they like it or not is one of the aromas that may drift through the north room. Another concept may be I have to do what I have to do to survive in this world, and any other you have to learn to live in the real world concept.
Vengeance of any kind thinking occurs in the northern black and white cube of this mind model. Hamlet and all the other tragedies real and imagined are manipulated in the northern mind or down in the reptilian-like base brain alone.
Education in whatever form and scholarship on whatever subject whether it be outwardly shown with a pen or a more lethal weapon is also located in the north room. Science or Philosophy. It makes no differences. Most references to immediate and long term survival are in the north room first. As you can see, most everyday mental activities of my model mind take place here. Nothing can be done about it because humans and marsupials normally have a built in will to survive. The wants and desires and the will and physics of how to obtain these wants and desires are real-world, north room oriented.
Some of the higher thoughts, expressed or unexpressed, drift through mind model’s two interior translucent and screened-like walls of the north room, and carry flavorful aromas to and from the east, south and west rooms. All interior walls of the model mind are translucent and screened so various aromas may filter through. An immediate prayer for personal salvation may filter into the north room as a terror assignment, a nerve-wracking situation, or immediate life threatening event seems about to overtake you. Outwardly this may even be acknowledged when you suddenly scream, “Oh, my God!” unaware you were even going to pronounce it.
The brain, as I have stated, also has thoughts that filter to the mind, so the aroma filtering is continually working both directions, from the mind to the brain and from the brain to the mind. Both do the cooking of concepts to thoughts, but the mind is the larger and more universal kitchen. The mind is where an equality lies in all human beings and marsupials. The mind is not measurable as is the brain.
The brain has a bottom line, the vertical spine, that’s the way it is in these books, but the mind almost always bottoms out above the brain, and its ceiling, being non-material in nature, reaches out further. Anyone in the ‘right frame of mind’ can accomplish more in a given time, than one whose brain is the only thing good to go. This appears as common sense reasoning for anyone who has used both the brain and the mind. He or she knows this a true statement.
The South Room of the Model Mind
Opposite of the north room, directly behind the back of the reader in the innermost corner of the north room is the south room. Its outer corner is pointing due south as a compass would have it. The outer oven walls of this corner of the whole mind concept are blue to represent the out of the blue ideas or concept that hit the human or marsupial like a bolt of lightning from time to time. This is the metaphysical room of the mind. Even though it contains all the reference and concepts of the metaphysical that the person is aware of, it is, remember, a room cube of a fourteen square feet.
The ceiling is imaginary, of course, and remember there is no roof over the four fourteen foot rooms so the mind’s eye can better focus on what is at hand. It may be difficult to believe heaven and hell both reside here in the south room, but to paraphrase Milton, ‘it is the mind that makes it so.’ Angels and demons are in this room. Fairies are in this room Enchantments are here also.
You name it, if it is a metaphysical-like concept or event, here it rests either floating around, hanging on the wall or sitting in one of the eight corners. The presence may even bounce off the walls. Strangely, the inner walls seem pressed outward and bulge a bit against the east and west rooms. Too much pressure from the metaphysical? Doubtful, but one never knows these things for sure, otherwise they wouldn’t be metaphysical would they?
You see these rooms in the mind are human or marsupial and as such are not perfectly built. People have odd and quirky minds. Some may be off center, none in my model theory are true north. People are all unique and my model mind is also.
You may want to decide on how your own mind is. Make an intuitive model. If you create a perfectly symmetrical model mind something is wrong somewhere because when you look in the mirror you know better. And, if you don’t, you better take a second look. Imperfections are built into human beings whether you see them or not. I’m only seven and I know that, I’ll bet you’re older than I am, and you know that too. Like my mother says, “I’m just reminding you.”
The concepts of heaven and hell are similar to what others know or have told you of both places. Oral traditions and books. No one knows what heaven and hell are like. It is conjecture at best. Imagination gone wild because people have a need to know. Now there is a strange presence of mind if there ever was one, imagination. And in my model imagination can bounce off the walls in each of the four rooms, and it can fly through the four interior walls like they weren’t there at all. (Imagination is almost as an alien personified in my book. I will have to be extremely careful with this. Imagination is a loose cannon on deck and must be bolted down.)
Once the concepts are accepted by the individual they as are the arbitrary time zones created in the nineteenth century. Whether truth or fiction the time zones become real enough anyway. If you don’t believe me and you are of a particular religious persuasion, look around at the factions of belief and disbelief within your own congregation.
Fiction or not, such concepts become real enough to make a difference in how one attempts to lead her or his life. Father Time may not be much different from Father Christmas, but people don’t like to think about it too much. That’s the way it is in the metaphysical chamber of the model of my human mind. Little green men are as likely to be the dead aliens found at Roswell, New Mexico as leprechauns guarding the gold at the end of the rainbow. Stars in the heavens may dance, but only in the metaphysics room please. Extremely remote possibilities only, probabilities few. Those are the mathematics of the metaphysics room. These are also the mathematics of hope drifting into the north room. There is always a chance, always a possibility I will survive to live another day. That is a concept from the metaphysical room in my model. I will see God and/or the Truth when I die is another concept.
The East Room of the Model Mind
The east room with the outer wall ovens in orange is the communications room where people have a meeting of minds from time to time. The person may meet her or his own mind or have a discussion of higher merit or principle with someone else. It is a place in the mind reserved for dignified and honorable subjects such as friendship talks and/or peace talks of any kind. Any kind of communications to make the environment better for the individual, community, nation and/or world is in my model east room.
It is the room in the mind where compromise is made once the differences are aired. It is the room of such concepts as the golden rule and I trust you with all my heart, as well as a declaration of independence or a new constitution whether it be for an individual or a nation. The last mostly peaceful Russian revolution comes to mind as a compromise of mind as well as spirit found in the east room model.
The West Room of the Model Mind
The west cubed room of the brain, the outer red walled room is where the old ideas find a way of breaking down so that new ones may raise their aromas into the room. This is the room of thesis and antithesis. I deliberated on making one of the two outer walls green, as in yes or no in decision making, but decided is too dangerous of a room for two color schemes.
This is the room of creating an existential choice by which to abide to higher principles, the place in the mind where decisions of commitment are laid out and built upon. The thinking through of a relationship of friendship into the commitment of marriage, or the thinking through of a world system of cultural groups compromising to exist and live equally well on the planet or planets in the sense of the marsupials’ existence. These are principles found and worked through in the west room of my model mind.
The building of stepping stones for a better life for one and all. The human will, the higher sense of it, in attempting to accomplish a higher principled task. A task that has to be stimulated by the desire, which may be emotionally arousing, to be raised to something beyond possession, for the necessity of the greater world community but without self promotion.
The building of a better world for the benefit of the children who will grow in it not the adults who must first build it. For the children of the whole world to have a better life, full of education and developing their human wills and potential hopefully to serve others first. This is what humanity does when it grows up. This is what I think, but I know who I am, and I am old enough to see how the real world works through my paper and inked creation. I, a hybrid to two species, can see into the human and marsupial mind, model or not. I know things and so do you, the reader.
It is original hope of all the New World in all its original splendor as an ideal of freedom for all people, including those who arrived here first, to live and work in an economically and socially humane manner to begin here and spread throughout the whole world. It is not an ideal, but it is a concept that is uniquely crowned on each child born, that she or he is born in a world where she or he can be raised up to be a better more humane person than the ancestors. It is a concept all good parents hope as the foundation their children solidly learn to walk on. A concrete, better built, and more humane world where there is no bottom line when it comes to the children or the parents who raise them. These ideas are as the roses of the room.
The thorns. This is the room of the great and entangled circular argument, this is also the room in the mind where everything breaks down and moves right back where it was. The beginning of breakdown of Greece and Rome and the Soviet Union, and now perhaps the United States.
As you can see in this model room not all is rose petals. It is divided by an invisible wall of thorns. That is the reason I made the walls red. Some principles will not be changed because of the survival of the individual and the group or tribe principles of the north room conflict with the higher principles the west room united. Athens and Rome fall in this room. Feudalism falls here too. The Chinese warlords fall here as do all the other warlords of the world. So do the Greek gods and all other old concepts of the deities eventually fall here. This is the room where the circle argument remains unbroken until it breaks down of its own accord. In here democracy and tyranny as we see it today will break down too.
The League of Nations and United Nations are prime examples of this part of the mind in thought that resorts to passionate action. Divorce from marriage is another. The dissolving of friendships is yet another. Civil war within one’s self or within a nation takes place in this west room of my model mind.
After all it is a black and white world out there only a room away in the model mind. The old eventually die off whether they are people or concepts. This room contains the concept of what comes around goes around, and history repeats itself that kind of thing. There is no way out of the pointed and prickly life is unfair and unjust presence of mind hanging about like a vampire bat in the corners and recesses of the west room. Even demons may filter through the metaphysical room into this room. Luckily in my model angels may filter through also.
The west room of the mind seems endless until something new comes up. The discovery of the use of the physics of the wheel is a good example of something that was new one time. It still has its uses. How human beings got along without the use of the wheel is hard for us to imagine. Our world could and would not exist today without using the now simple concepts of the wheel. This is the most dangerous room in the mind. Old and new collide. Compromise or Terror. What will it be?
This is the modern world of the early twenty-first century. Those who look for an uncompromised victory cannot seem to see the handwriting scribbled on the western wall of the mind. Rose and thorns. They grow together and will continue to grow together. It is the way of the world that seeps from the north room to the west room of the mind. It is the room of the beginning and the ending of things. It is circular in argument and has been for millenniums. But I who am but seven think there may be a way out, and it is through the west room of the mind.
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Going on twenty-one hundred hours. You are upset with yourself because you did not realize you had already posted this above Mind Model material on this blog more than a year ago. This is for another purpose and needed to be refreshed. Take a break for tonight if you wish. Later, old man. Post. – Amorella.
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