You
took a family break and enjoyed every minute of it. This morning you read
Sunday and Monday Cincinnati Enquirers, had a light breakfast, did your
exercises, and are ready to meet the day now that it is eleven-one on the dot. Doug
has sent you suggested reading and I agree, particularly concerning Fred Hoyle.
– Amorella
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**
Sir Fred Hoyle (24 June 1915 – 20 August 2001)[1] was an English astronomer noted primarily for
his contribution to the theory of stellar nucleosynthesis and his often
controversial stance on other cosmological and scientific matters—in particular
his rejection of the “Big Bang” theory, a term originally coined by him on BBC
radio. In addition to his work as an astronomer, Hoyle was a writer of science
Fiction, including a number of books co-written with his son Geoffrey Hoyle.
Hoyle spent most of his working life at the Institute of Astronomy at Cambridge
and served as its director for a number of years. He died in Bournemouth, England,
after a series of strokes.
Origin of nucleosynthesis
. . . An early paper of Hoyle's made an interesting
use of the anthropic principle.
In trying to work out the routes of stellar nucleosynthesis, he observed that one particular nuclear reaction,
the triple-alpha process, which generates carbon, would require the
carbon nucleus to have a very specific resonance energy for it to work. The
large amount of carbon in the universe, which makes it possible for carbon-based-forms of
any kind to exist, demonstrated that this nuclear reaction must work. Based on
this notion, he made a prediction of the energy levels in the carbon nucleus
that was later borne out by experiment.
These energy levels, while needed to produce
carbon in large quantities, were statistically very unlikely. Hoyle later
wrote:
Would you not say to yourself, "Some
super-calculating intellect must have designed the properties of the carbon
atom, otherwise the chance of my finding such an atom through the blind forces
of nature would be utterly minuscule. A common sense interpretation of the
facts suggests that a superintellect has monkeyed with physics, as well as with
chemistry and biology, and that there are no blind forces worth speaking about
in nature. The numbers one calculates from the facts seem to me so overwhelming
as to put this conclusion almost beyond question."
—Fred Hoyle
.
. .
Rejection of the Big Bang
While having no argument with the Lemaitre
theory (later confirmed by Edwin Hubble’s observations) that the universe was
expanding, Hoyle disagreed on its interpretation. He found the idea that the
universe had a beginning to be pseudoscience, resembling arguments for a
creator, "for it's an irrational process, and can't be described in
scientific terms" (see Kalam
cosmological argument [See Below]. Instead, Hoyle, along with Thomas Gold
and Hermann Bondi (with whom he had worked on radar in World War II), in 1948
began to argue for the universe as being in a "steady state" and
formulated their steady state theory. The theory tried to explain how the
universe could be eternal and essentially unchanging while still having the
galaxies we observe moving away from each other. The theory hinged on the
creation of matter between galaxies over time, so that even though galaxies get
further apart, new ones that develop between them fill the space they leave.
The resulting universe is in a "steady state" in the same manner that
a flowing river is - the individual water molecules are moving away but the
overall river remains the same.
The theory was one alternative to the Big Bang which agreed with key
observations of the day, namely Hubble's red shift observations, and Hoyle was
a strong critic of the Big Bang. He is responsible for coining the term
"Big Bang" on BBC radio's Third Programme broadcast at 1830
GMT on 28 March 1949. It was popularly reported by George Gamov and his
opponents that Hoyle intended to be be pejorative, and the script from which he
read aloud was interpreted by his opponents to be "vain, one-sided,
insulting, not worthy of the BBC". Hoyle explicitly denied that he was being insulting and said
it was just a striking image meant to emphasize the difference between the two
theories for the radio audience. . . .
Hoyle, unlike Gold and Bondi, offered an
explanation for the appearance of new matter by postulating the existence of
what he dubbed the "creation field", or just the "C-field",
which had negative pressure in order to be consistent with the conservation of
energy and drive the expansion of the universe. These features of the C-field
anticipated the later development of cosmic inflation. They jointly argued that
continuous creation was no more inexplicable than the appearance of the entire
universe from nothing, although it had to be done on a regular basis. In the
end, mounting observational evidence convinced most cosmologists that the
steady state model was incorrect and that the Big Bang was the theory that
agreed best with observations, although Hoyle continued to support and develop
his theory. In 1993, in an attempt to explain some of the evidence against the
steady state theory, he presented a modified version called “quasi-steady state
cosmology” (QSS), but the theory is not widely accepted.
The evidence that resulted in the Big Bang's
victory over the steady state model, at least in the minds of most
cosmologists, included the discovery of the cosmic microwave background radiation
in the 1960s, the distribution of "young galaxies" and quasars throughout
the Universe in the 1980s, a more consistent age estimate of the universe and
most recently the observations of the COBE satellite in the 1990s and the
Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe launched in 2001, which showed unevenness
in the microwave background in the early universe, which corresponds to
currently observed distributions of galaxies. Hoyle died in 2001 never
accepting the Big Bang theory.
Rejection of Earth-based abiogenesis
In his later years, Hoyle became a staunch
critic of theories of abiogenesis used to explain the origin of life on Earth.
With Chandra Wickramasinghe, Hoyle promoted the hypothesis that the first life
on Earth began in space, spreading through the universe via panspermia, and
that evolution on earth is influenced by a steady influx of viruses arriving
via comets. His belief that comets had a significant percentage of organic molecules
was, in fact, well ahead of his time, as the dominant views in the 1970s and
1980s were that comets largely consisted of water-ice, and the presence of
organic matter was then considered highly controversial. Wickramasinghe wrote
in 2003 "In the highly polarized polemic between Darwinism and
creationism, our position is unique. Although we do not align ourselves with
either side, both sides treat us as opponents. Thus we are outsiders with an
unusual perspective—and our suggestion for a way out of the crisis has not yet
been considered".
In 1982 Hoyle presented Evolution from Space
for the Royal Institution's Omni Lecture. After considering what he thought of
as a very remote probability of Earth-based abiogenesis he concluded:
If one proceeds directly and straightforwardly
in this matter, without being deflected by a fear of incurring the wrath of
scientific opinion, one arrives at the conclusion that biomaterials with their
amazing measure or order must be the outcome of intelligent design. No other
possibility I have been able to think of...
—Fred Hoyle
Selected and edited from Wikipeda – Fred Hoyle
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**
[** **
The Kalam Cosmological Argument (mentioned above)
(1) Everything that has
a beginning of its existence has a cause of its existence.
(2) The universe has
a beginning of its existence. Therefore:
(3) The universe has a cause of its
existence.
(4) If the universe has a cause of its existence then that cause is
God.
Therefore:
(5) God exists.
The first premise of the
argument is the claim that everything that begins to exist has a cause of its
existence. In order to infer from this that the universe has a cause of its
existence the proponent of the kalam cosmological argument must prove that the
past is finite, that the universe began to exist at a certain point in time.
The crucial premise of
the kalam cosmological argument, then, is the second: “The universe has a
beginning of its existence”. How do we know that the universe has a beginning
of its existence? Might not the universe stretch back in time into infinity,
always having existed? The proponent of the kalam cosmological argument must
show that this cannot be the case if his argument is to be successful.
Advocates of the kalam cosmological argument
claim that it is impossible that the universe has an infinite past. In support
of this claim, modern advocates of the argument often appeal to modern science,
specifically to the Big Bang theory. Modern science, they say, has established
that the universe began with the Big Bang.
Selected from:
http://www.philosophyofreligion-dot-info/theistic-proofs/the-cosmological-argument/the-kalam-cosmological-argument/
** **]
As
an agnostic you are not a believer in intelligent design and lean science bound
toward Darwin. The books will stay away from this because proof of what exists
is in the species that began Before the “Big Bang” as far as this fictional
books are concerned. People who profess one way or the other do not have the
knowledge or understanding to say one way or another, that’s how we will treat
this. The humor is that the marsupial humanoids don’t know any more than
earthlings. For them science represents the idea of a reasonable design because
this is how they see science, based on reasonable observation. Reasonable
design is not the same thing as the present definition of intelligent design
listed here because it is highly speculative and unprovable unless of course G---D
were provable and if so, how little would this G---D, Creator of All Thing
Before and Beyond would be, this is the marsupial humanoid perspective. In
here, such talk embellishes pride. - Amorella
**
**
in·tel·li·gent de·sign - noun
1.
the
theory that life, or the universe, cannot have arisen by chance and was
designed and created by some intelligent entity.
From – Online Dictionary
**
**
1134
hours. Thank you, Amorella, I had no idea how I was going to confront this.
Knowing next to nothing in terms of religious questioning invites humility,
that’s the way I see it. These are my books and they could not be written
embellishing pride, at least I would hope not.
Careful boy or you fall into the same bowl
of soup. – Amorella
In
here, in my head, knowing nothing; is a better outlook for me.
1650
hours. I have chapter eight final completed. I had lots of errors though I
should not be amazed by this fact. I was confusing characters in Grandma’s
Story. I hope that is straightened out.
You had a late lunch at Chipotle/Panera,
stopped at Kroger’s on Tylersville. Delivered the groceries then out to Pine
Hill Lakes Park where Carol spent half an hour or so picking up trash in the
valley just north of the earth dam while you finished the chapter. Add and
post. – Amorella
***
Chapter
Eight
Punctuality
The
Supervisor has a little saying:
Ring-a-ring
o'rosies
A
pocket full of posies
"A-tishoo!
A-tishoo!"
We
all fall down!
We
rise from clay
On
Judgment Day
Be
we dead or still alive.
I,
Merlyn, have this little ditty above memorized to the point it sets stemmed in
letters out of which each four-leafed chapter dreams grow to clover size. I
knead the dreams into a word stream of music for the heart and soul and mind
with hope that when read, these stories cast a light into those living with an
imagination that casts no shadow.
The
Dead 8
Merlyn observes the trees and shrubs lining both sides of the river in
contemplation. The river’s dimensions depends on the angle of my view and the
width of my mind — the narrower the view the deeper the water. When my heart
feels Vivian within; the deeper I can sink into her own. This is a magnetic
energy that draws into us. The mind becomes one eye and the heart the other eye
adding depth to perception the mind eye and the heart eye also adds a perception;
love is but a reflection of the deeper unseen reality from which we higher
conscious human beings evolve.
This reality is dressed in an intuitive perception, a begotten energy of
passion that has no muscle memory and no sexual dancing in earthy innuendos.
Here, contentment is as being nothing to being. Such is the contentment in the
twinning; whose single ring would shame the size of the environs of Earth’s
yellow sun. Vivian and I are bound in the cosmos of HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither
and HeavenOrHellBothOrNeither is bound within the cosmos of the spiritual we.
Vivian
appears head first from the depth and width of Merlyn’s reasoned water and
climbs into his boat. "Welcome to my part in your world, Merlyn. I can
tell from your surprise that we are more closely attached than you have been
thinking."
"How is this?" grumbled Merlyn while loving her being. He gruffly
utters, "I have right to be alone; here in this my private
sanctuary."
"These dry waters are not so
private as you obviously think. Call these spiritual waters or imagination or
what ever name you wish, they exist and I am here. I exist too. We are in
well-mixed waters dear Merlyn,” Vivian smiles coyly and whispers, "But
then, do you not desire the entirety of my company?"
"You
are too quick and too nakedly arrived," remarks Merlyn defensively.
"Me naked almost always brings you into a full customary grin. How better
to disarm your solitary nature." She sit on the small front seat of the
Celtic craft and sweeps her right arm to her neck. "How is this?"
A shear silk-like piece of imagination covers her slightly as Merlyn in a quick
rattle of masculinity desires a secret peek of the Vivian, at once the
Lady of the Lake and twinned legendary Princess of Celtic Avalon.
He
dispatched his eyes inward away from her sight.
Vivian watches in dread as Merlyn's dark pupils rise above and behind those
magnificent human-like eye sockets. His face is now almost flesh borne. This is
Merlyn's magic. He changes my spiritual makeup placing my soul on the right
rather than in mid-point balance where it belongs. Merlyn moves my soul.
Merlyn plays her board, Reason's site, is out of balance when placed nearest
the less tenable but more truly compassed heart. The snowflake-like soul, a
sticky six-pointed composition, stays as marrow within the spiritual skeleton.
Vivian draws her mind out of the eternal balance as she once threw me. Who wins
in such a warring-like field? The full and now an awkward ghost she has no
chance but to howl wolf-like while stuck in wrap-spirited in heart and soul
without reason.
Merlyn rolls his eyeballs face-forward draining his black pupils into inky
molded of grammar, associated letters into words running into paragraphs so
that Vivian his most passionate love may read and witness him buried in two
dimensions rather than his spiritual One. “Read me, my love to become soul
balanced reasoned once again. She and he, wrap as clasped hands, fly towards
their ancestral mother, Glevema who stands by Grandfather, Panagiotakis, the
oldest of human shamans in the center of a once Greeked Avalon.
I
am bewitched-in-spirit, surmises Panagiotakis in wonder. Something beyond the
nature of the letter-less space paged sets between Mistress Vivian and Master
Merlyn, and I am in wont to witness, to read and to observe its unbound passing
from the Dead to living fiction. Such is the trickery of a Grandmaster Shaman
in full Dance on Nothing and Earth both at once.
The
Brothers 8
Richard
sits in his study viewing a recent Google Earth photo of Riverton’s John Knox
Cemetery. I wonder how the recent Dead view leaving the place crossed Richard’s
mind. The cemetery roads crossing north to south and east to west a cemetery
block of the mausoleum. Richard drags the street view icon and views his house
from the cemetery's perspective. A google camera drives through the cemetery
from South Grove back to the mausoleum on the cemetery roads. I was looking
down from three thousand feet and with a click and short wrist movement I was
at ground level in a cemetery.
"What's
up, bro?"
"Robby,
I didn't hear you come up. Look at this, Google drove one of their camera
trucks through the cemetery."
Rob
grins, takes a look then sits in the chair next to the window. "Here's a
Twilight Zone story for you, someone goes on Google Earth to check out Knox
Street and with the slip of a hand finds himself in the cemetery next door
glancing at his own dated headstone."
"I
was thinking about someone dying and his last glance at Earth would be from
three thousand feet, then from space and the Moon and Earth and all would just
fade away."
"You
mean for the book?”
“Just
a thought." chuckles Richard then he turns soberly, "When I saw the
street level shot it dawned on me that the Dead might not ever leave."
"We've
both thought that in real life you wake up alive and when you die, you're
dead."
"I
know, but how would it be? Remember the old townies in the bridge and canasta
group were buried across the street? Each had someone drop a deck of cards in
their casket or next to their urn in case anyone wanted to play cards. Everyone
knew it was a joke but as each one of the group died, a deck was buried with
them — our parents and Connie’s parents too, were buried with them.
"You
and Cyndi dropped in the cards,” smiles Robert. “Sentimentality is good, even a
little healthy for the living, I think; but the dead, if they exist, are surely
beyond such things as playing cards," replies Robert. "I came over to
see if you wanted to go to the Village Bookstore."
"The
old church in Worthington, anytime. Let me shut this down."
Fifteen
minutes later Connie and Cyndi were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and
sharing a green and white can of mixed nuts. "Nice to have the house to
ourselves. Nice to relax."
Cyndi
counters, "I am worried about Robert. He always has to be doing something
or going somewhere. I wish he would just sit and relax more – like
Richie."
"Richie
doesn't do enough, Connie. He would rather sit in his history and literature
books than do much of anything else. They both have been spending time in the
cemetery and mausoleum. What is that all about?"
"Genealogy.
Aunt Floy got them started, she spent most of her life working on the family
tree; when we married in, and she began working on ours. She thinks we
Bleacher's and Greystone's have been family connected since the times of
Shakespeare."
"I
didn't know she had gone back that far. That was so long ago."
"Aunt
Floy has some evidence that the Bleacher's and Greystone's had adjoining
properties between Oxford and Stratford in Oxfordshire or bordering
Warwickshire counties," notes Cyndi.
"Why
doesn't Robert ever talk about it? He likes history."
"I
don't know. Richie doesn't talk about it to me either, but he has Aunt Floy’s
genealogical records out on his desk from time to time. When I ask him about
it, he says that he's really interested in the old royal lines and which of his
ancestors lived under Henry VIII. He has been interested since he read The
Passover Plot. Later he was snagged by the Bloodline of the Holy Grail,
and The Di Vinci Code.
Connie
says, "We have read most of the Brown books, but Jesus theories – let the
dead be dead, that’s what I think. May they rest in peace, Jesus and all the
rest of them."
“Amen,”
comments Cyndi then she took
another sip of coffee. “Why doesn’t Robert ever talk about the genealogy? I
wonder evidence Aunt Floy found that shows our families had adjoining
properties in that part of England. We Bleacher's go back six or seven
generations. That would be really funny if our families were
acquaintances that far back. I wonder what the odds are for families to be
connected one way or another for hundreds of years?”
“We
are all connected, Cyndi. Everybody is someone else’s cousin.”
She
rebuffs, “Not literally though. Surely. How far removed would the human race
be?”
Grandma’s
Story 8
About
2500 years ago, in 485 before the modern Common Era, we have a love story
between a druidic priestess, Gadelin of the North Woods and a druidic priest,
Mardynn Herremon of the East Woods, a cousin of Simon Breac, then High King of
Ireland.
It
is in the last year of the reign of Simon Breac that the priestess and priest’s
love interest begins. Gadelin is in her mid-teens while Mardynn is nearly
twenty when, at the Great Wooden Hall of Tara, the two lovers are ordered by
jealous King Simon to compete to be the new official seer for the new king as
the old seer has died unexpectedly.
The much older King Simon has fallen into
an attraction with Gadelin because of her youth, her long coal-black hair, her
contrasting fair skin, her athletic prowess and most of all for her passion to
please the Moon God. Gadelin does not mind secretly sleeping with King Simon
during each of the full moons for six months, but then suddenly Simon orders
her to compete with her well-known lover, the druidic Priest Mardynn, to be his
official Seer. The next day the king announces the competition in Court at the
great wooden hall atop the five hundred and fifty foot high Hill of Tara.
Gadelin
sleeps with her lover Mardynn on the Half Moon. No one knows who she sleeps
with during the First and Third Quarter Moons but many assume she has two
secret commoners for her private ritual.
She
beds one of four men on each four-moon phase once a moonth no matter
what. Even I, Grandma, realizes that in that age Gadelin is a most loyal
druidic guardian, worshipper and lover of the Moon in all of Ireland. Gadelin
believes the moon god creates the sexual tension and his physical release
through each of her Moon Lovers. She keeps that a secret, but not from Grandma.
Nature knows all.
Mardynn
loves his Half Moon Goddess best and Gadelin is his best priestess partner to
enact his sexual tension and release with the Moon Goddess once a moonth.
The problem becomes that he privately comes to the conclusion that being the
Official Seer will provide him with much more power than being the best Lover
to Gadelin whom he thinks of as the Goddess in Half Moon.
Simon the King is the North and Mardynn
is the South during the full Moon. As the Hall of Tara is aligned North to
South Priestess Gadelin feels she can gain much wisdom from me, Mother
Earth, in the process.
Gadelin
thinks little of the upcoming competition. When she has a man in bed she is
always in control. Always. She was twelve and living north of the River Boyne
when she first had a sexual dalliance. It was with her older cousin who had
much more experience, but his experience was of little consequence because Gadelin
is a natural, you see.
During
a warm evening of the next Half Moon, Priestess Gadelin confidently strolled
into Mardynn’s small round stone-walled hut in the East Woods south of the
River Boyn. She discovers her Priestly Mardynn is not home. She sniffs the air
and does not detect his scent. Gadelin concludes, ‘He has not been here all day
or last night.’
“I
can see Galelin yet,” says Grandma, “she is so assured Mardynn will show up.’
‘I
know Mardynn believes me as the moon goddess when we make love. A man in love
with a goddess gives himself completely,’ muses Galenin. Her cleverness spreads
rosy across her cheeks, she thinks in a shifting consciousness. He
cannot know that I will be making love with the Moon God at the same time.
Mardynn will be here, he will not disappoint his moon goddess.
Priestess
Gadelin waits and waits and in quickened death waits still. So do Simon and
Mardynn wait and wonder until they die. Those in any walk of life who attempt
to love a Moon God-an-Goddess eventually give up the ghost and these three are
no exception; sex or no sex.
Round and round and
round the three all go,
And where they stop
no bodies know,
To mistake a Fate for
Necessity’s Call,
Is to liken pale Moby
for a common Arctic narwhal.
Says this old Grandma’s
tongue and gums
From this dream now
past a future dreams come.
Diplomatic
Pouch 8
Pyl, Justin and Blake complete their plans for the day. The
date is March 1, 2012 in Cleveland Plain Dealer located on the breakfast
table next to Blake. A little more than a month has gone by since
sisters Francis and Hart attempted to purchase the Williams’ Cessna 210 Silver
Eagle. Pyl is reading the local section of the paper; an article about the
Chardon School shooting, Justin gleans the sport's page focusing on the loss of
the Cavaliers to the Knicks with the final score, 120 to 103.
What
a weird month, broods Blake. People come in out the blue wanting to buy the
plane; we tell them we don't want to sell and they leave without another word.
I would have thought they would have at least sent an email thanking us for
their afternoon ride to Put-in-Bay and back. Nothing. He says, "I'd like
to get some flight time today. The weather is going to be worse with
thunderstorms the next couple of days. I can get some instrument time in what
with the weather mix and cloud cover." Blake focus on the back page, the
weather page reads the mostly cloudy sky will produce light snow showers which
will change to rain; and that the light west wind will be coming from south, giving
a high of 42 degrees, even the night temperature is to stay above freezing. Out
of his sourness, Blake announces, “We can take the plane up around noon.”
"You
just want to see the sun, Blakie, not that I blame you," comments Pyl.
“Our other plans can wait. The weather is depressing." I have a
pile of clothes to wash, she rationalizes, and then adds, "I wouldn't mind
going along. Do you want to come Justin?"
"No,"
sighs Justin. "I'm reading a couple Car and Driver magazines. We've
been back up here only a couple of days and I'm getting bored. This weather
doesn't help. I'm ready to go home." He mulls on the fact that winter
break is over and they didn’t go south.
Blake
comments, "You'll like the Car and Driver articles on the Shelby
and the Viper. You can read them any time. I'm bored too, Justin, that's a good
reason to get up above the clouds with us," smiles a Blake reenergized.
*
Noon.
Ship stirs, jolting Yermey who realizes the Cessna with three humans is in the
air.
"Take
us to her," grumbles Yermey. His old eyelids stay sleep shut, resisting
the reality of the moment. "Wake up, Friendly."
"Captain
has us already underway."
"When
will we be in contact?” asks Yermey soberly.
"Ten
minutes," reasons Ship.
Yermey
slowly stands, slides himself into a jumpsuit, rubs his forehead rather
harshly, shakes his head to refresh and considers what they about to do?
The
three have carefully decided that the next time the Cessna is in the air they
will take the plane into a controlling declared advisement, first by suspending
physics to place the plane aboard Ship with the three Earthlings inside.
Yermey
strides into Friendly's control room asking, “Are you sure the three are
aboard?"
"All
three and blackenot is on,” notes Friendly.
"Are
we really going through this?" questions Hartolite. "Wouldn't it be
more polite to first say hello or greetings as fellow
Earthlings?"
Suddenly
Friendly orders, "Change circumstance," and Ship freezes about half a
mile to the starboard side of the Silver Eagle to fly parallel with the Cessna
210. A few seconds later they are parallel at less than quarter mile. "I
say we down the plane at a private field in the area and speak them on their
own ground."
Ship,
having bio-computerize a virtual Cessna, verbally responds, "A flat and
vacant country road four miles south. I can mimic engine trouble. The pilot
will have no choice but to land."
"Good!"
says Yermey slapping his thigh joyfully. "We wing it."
"We improvise?" questions Hartolite. "All of
our stratagem, and now we improvise?"
"Let
Ship settle them safely and unaware of our presence. Spontaneity has an open
honesty to it. Keep all traffic clear, she further orders. "Land us five
yards from them."
Ship
responds confidently, "As you wish." The three marsupial-humanoids
stand with equanimity watching the maneuvering.
‘This
was not the plan,’ considers Friendly, ‘the first formal contact with
Earthlings is about to begin on a lonely flat township road near an Amish farm
in south Ashtabula County northeast of Cleveland. I like this better. We wing
it for authenticity’s sake.’
***
This
last weekend you saw Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ernie who are still mentally as sharp
as ever, Kim, Paul, Owen and Brennan, your sister Cathy and Tod as well as your
sister Gretchen and Jerry and Pat and Ernie’s daughter Ashley and her husband
John. It was a fun weekend. Kim and Paul’s house now has a roof. You climbed up
to peruse the first floor. Saw your first floor bathroom and bedroom for
whenever you visit and/or need to live in it. You are grateful for the kindness
and the security this provides in later years. - Amorella
1748
hours. You are amazing Amorella. You know my thoughts and drop them in
organized when they pass by quickly within.
Only what trudges deep orndorff, good or
bad. I can measure but you cannot because I know where the thought comes from
in the first place. Do you see how this coincides with First Cause, with the
Before the Touch and subsequent expansion? – Amorella
1754
hours. How is it to be flat and take up no space?
For the books, a negative dimension is
first. At that point time and space may exist but are relative to nothing so
they have no meaning. This is similar to your line that is not composed of as a
dot, a straight or a curve. If it were a reality you would not know it. This
negative dimension is like this. You know I take up no space because you have
had a brain scan, a detailed one several years ago and I did not show up even
though we communicated during the scanning. This is when:
**
**
Here is what Dr. Ten Pas said as she went through your MRI brain scans
and blood work.
You
have a small benign tumor between the two halves of the brain. Not to worry as
it should not grow further as you are older. Your cerebellum looks very
healthy. The rest of your brain looks good except for a bit of hardening of the
arteries at the top left of the lateral ventricle (the central cavity). This
has been caused by high blood pressure even though the blood pressure has been
treated on and off since 1960 (mostly on since 1972). You have no autoimmune
diseases and no inflammations in the brain. You do not have multiple sclerosis
though this was suggested as a problem. You do have:
12.6: Here is what Dr. Ten Pas said as she went through your MRI brain scans
and blood work.
You
have a small benign tumor between the two halves of the brain. Not to worry as
it should not grow further as you are older. Your cerebellum looks very
healthy. The rest of your brain looks good except for a bit of hardening of the
arteries at the top left of the lateral ventricle (the central cavity). This
has been caused by high blood pressure even though the blood pressure has been
treated on and off since 1960 (mostly on since 1972). You have no autoimmune
diseases and no inflammations in the brain. You do not have multiple sclerosis
though this was suggested as a problem. You do have:
12.6:
Occipital neuralgia
The IHS description of
occipital neuralgia is the following: occipital neuralgia is a paroxysmal
jabbing pain in the distribution of the greater or lesser occipital nerves,
accompanied by diminished sensation or dysaesthesiae in the affected area. It
is commonly associated with tenderness over the nerve concerned. Diagnostic
criteria are:
A. Pain is felt in the
distribution of greater or lesser occipital nerves.
8The IHS description of
occipital neuralgia is the following: occipital neuralgia is a paroxysmal
jabbing pain in the distribution of the greater or lesser occipital nerves,
accompanied by diminished sensation or dysaesthesiae in the affected area. It
is commonly associated with tenderness over the nerve concerned. Diagnostic
criteria are:
A. Pain is felt in the
distribution of greater or lesser occipital nerves.
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The date is in a note from Paul
to me after the scan reading:
From:
Paul
Sent: from Hospital Friday, November 14, 2008 8:52 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE:
today's diagnosis -
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1821
hours. I haven’t seen Paul’s note for years but it does confirm the date. I
thought it would be a good time to see if anything showed up on the scan.
Nothing did as far as Amorella is concerned. One could conjecture that she is
imagination alone, but she is organized (rational) imagination if that is the
case. Proof is in the blog and books as far as I am concerned.
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