03 August 2011

Notes - let them be / polite&honest / electric motor / sharable thought

         Mid-morning. Cloudy with sprinkles, lots of sky lightning and rolling thunder, pleasant to listen to on the front porch.

         Particularly the rolling thunder, in this case, coming from the northwest rumbling down through the southwest like an oversized bowling bowl rolling a narrow enclosed path-of-lightning alley. The water on the tree and bush leaves is a refreshing and calming sight; a relief from the sun heat for a few hours. I have the full shade up on the bedroom window and it is dawn dark, enough to sleep by.

         You had about an hour’s nap to make up for poor sleep last night – flare up of arthritis in hips and lower back. You thought about taking a Celebrex this morning but did not because in the long run they may cause kidney damage.

         Nothing I can’t handle, Amorella. No need to mention such matters – I can be boring enough without enlightenment of my aches and pains – Grandma Schick always said “One time I complained about having no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” She would always have a variation that would meet the moment.

         Aunt Ruthie, Grandma’s only remaining daughter, sent you a card that arrived yesterday that said: “Have a great day. I can’t believe you are as old as you are. I still see you as the little four-year old standing and just looking at the Christmas tree. You never touched an ornament.”

         I like that sentiment very much. Family always said I was a good little boy. I showed it to Carol and mentioned my early behavior and she deadpanned, “What happened?” Very funny. It is strange though that my remaining two aunts and uncle can still see me as a little kid. Shoot, they can remember when my parents were kids like they were. Come to think of it, I can remember when Mom and Dad were in their late twenties. Well, that might be a false memory. What good is a memory when some of it may be false? That being the case, all memory has to be at least suspect and open to questioning.

         Some people don’t like to think on that kind of edge, boy. – Amorella.

         Well, it is the truth, at least as I see it. Reality, as witnessed and remembered has to be at least questioned. I cannot imagine the Dead (if they survive physical death) not questioning such things. It is a standard to always question one’s self, and others too. Otherwise, too much self deception, and just general deception in the world, deliberate or accidental. This is not a world, a universe wherein one can take things for granted. That’s how I see it.

         Each has herorhis own thoughts, boy. Let them be. Post. – Amorella.


Before noon. You think this is not worth mentioning, but as you put your MBA to sleep the thought crossed your mind that “I was standing at that Christmas tree and probably thought ‘it is not polite to undress the tree’ – as a four year old I was taught to be polite first and I was taught to be honest second that’s how I remember it.’

         This shows nothing, Amorella. A stray thought. However, I can see myself thinking something of that sort. It was a black and white world and I had a black and white mind. If I had to be polite to everyone then the tree counted too. It is easier to think in these terms, even today, that way there is less chance for an error. This is conjecture, of course, but a possibility. I can still remember the inner conflict on the nature of being polite and being honest. It did not make sense, and still doesn’t. You can’t always be honest and you can’t always be polite, not in such a world as this. [The noon siren is going off as I post.]

         Post, it is still before noon. – Amorella. 



          Mid-afternoon. You have an analogy?

         I need a diagram/schematic of a simple electric motor. The problem with heartansoulanmind is that the body is not included – with the body you have four basic elements. As such how should I arrange them? An order, most basic to complex?

         Soul; Body; Mind; and Heart. – Amorella.

         This is not what I expected. I was thinking: soul; heart; body and mind.

         Even though the heart is not the blood-pumper, the soul enters the body once it is dispatched separately into the universe. That’s how it is in here. Next, consciousness/mind. Heart is what you (as a body) do with the soulanmind. What you do depends on the environmental circumstance in which consciousness finds self (body and consciousness) surrounded. In here this is a developmental process, which takes time – usually this begins in earnest when the child begins walking.

         This does not agree with some teachings.

         Neither do you, boy. Presently, you have a right to your opinion in this country. Besides, like you are fond of saying, it is fiction [I’ll add: ‘for thought’ to the fiction], nothing more, nothing less. – Amorella.

         Definition of an electric motor from ‘How Stuff Works’.

Inside an Electric Motor
An el­ectric motor is all about magnets and magnetism: A motor uses magnets to create motion. If you have ever played with magnets you know about the fundamental law of all magnets: Opposites attract and likes repel. So if you have two bar magnets with their ends marked "north" and "south," then the north end of one magnet will attract the south end of the other. On the other hand, the north end of one magnet will repel the north end of the other (and similarly, south will repel south). Inside an electric motor, these attracting and repelling forces create rotational motion. ­



In the above diagram, you can see two magnets in the motor: The armature (or rotor) is an electromagnet, while the field magnet is a permanent magnet (the field magnet could be an electromagnet as well, but in most small motors it isn't in order to save power).

From: How Things Work
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         The above is probably too simple, but I need to see the process as I work it out – as I come to understand it in the present ‘blog’ context.

         At least you are not apologizing. – Amorella.

         I don’t care if readers do not think me very bright, but my purpose is to reduce this into a working analogy for the book as a plausible and reasonable explanation of how the metaphysics works to me.

         Too many diagrams to choose from. Go with this. – Amorella.

How brushless motors work
The basic explanation of a brushless motor's construction is that it is similar to a brushed motor, except everything is 'inside out' and there are no brushes at all. The permanent magnets that would wrap around the armature in a normal motor are instead placed around the motor shaft, and this assembly is called the rotor. The wire coils are around the inside of the motor can, making several different magnetic poles. In a sensored brushless motor, there are sensors on the rotor that send signals back to the electonic speed control.



From: Flux Brushless Power: www.hpieurope.com/walk.php?lang=en&id=21
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         Take a break. Post. – Amorella. 


         Another evening of viewing two recently copied TV shows this time. It is definitely dusk. Looking at the brushless diagram above I can see that the top right corner where it says Battery would be body. The Coils mentioned on bottom left would be the heart, soul and mind, that leaves the oscillating rotor, the Field Magnet in the middle. This has to be the drive, the passion.

         How then does a person know which is driving more energy – the Heart, Soul or Mind?

         The electronic sensors on the rotor. The unconscious sensors in the body can ‘intuitively feel’ which coil is exerting more or less energy on the motor can (unconscious/automaticity of body). I don’t know if this is correct for the analogy to work but this shows that the body is more important to this operation than it appeared to me to be.

         You witness this in the body language of the shamans when they are in trance, in an altered state. – Amorella.

         This then goes back to what was mentioned the other day:

         . . . ‘as the heartansoulanmind understands intuitively, empathically and sympathetically by way of an inter-communication’ within a shell of pre-conscious through post conscious state of a holistic human or marsupial being’.

         In the books then, consciousness is not just in the mind or even the brain, it is distributed throughout the whole body – top of the head, fingers and toes – as well as heartansoulanmind.

         Yes. This concept will work. – Amorella.

         What about the body? It is one thing when a person is alive, but consciousness without the body? How does that work to keep a balance of these four ‘elements’: soul, body, mind and heart?

         When physically dead, the mindansoul create the ‘aurora’ if you will, of the body, which can then be more intuitively sensed by close friends – sometimes even by the Living as has been demonstrated in several of Grandma’s Stories. -  Amorella.

         You remember once, a couple of years ago, you were talking to Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie (they were asking you questions about the books) and you mentioned that sometimes you sat in the bathtub and put your feet up out of the water and set them a few degrees from each other and between your feet you saw the empty space which appeared to you as grail-shaped. To you the Grail was/is on the ground between everyone’s feet, at least the symbol of it is. And, another example of consciousness from the body, when your feet were out of the water your toes appeared as flames in your mind – it was as if they were in a painting by the mystic William Blake.

         Gads, Amorella. People will think I am a crazy man. Alas, though, it is true, at times I feel a mystic centeredness though anyone in herorhis right mind (including myself) would attribute it to imagination.

         Yes. But how else could you dance with me, boy? You tell me? – Amorella.

         I do not know. The only witnesses I have are the words, some fiction, some not so – and of course, the books and blog, which are real enough, at least to share.

         With that, make it sharable as the grail between your feet would have it. Post. – Amorella. 

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