Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Fly Free to the next level Ram AyAna.. passed from here 26.12.16

Rams posts  about all things interesting will be sorely missed.  I was shocked he left at this time.  We did need so many souls like his here to effect the aggregate.  However he has  a higher job to do now.  Fly free my friend.

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To Infinity and Beyond:
This Is the Afterlife

~ Ram Ayana~,
November 14, 2012


Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.

He accelerates through a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.

Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone – no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present – the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived – all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.

The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences – the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being – leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.

As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.

He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.

He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.

He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.

The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.

White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go – everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.

As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.

Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thingat the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.

No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel – the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.

Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being – and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.

The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great uncharitable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.

Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.

The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men – the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.

An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.

The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core – which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.

Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light – and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.

Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished – and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses – back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!

"That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ – the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.
Life and death, sensory wakefulness and super sensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all -

Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves – and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.

The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution – a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.

Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?

Monday, December 12, 2016

Pavlov’s plants: new study shows plants can learn from experience

 And then remember.

PRUDENCE GIBSON, THE CONVERSATION 9 DEC 2016

Pavlov's plants: new study shows plants can learn from experience

Prudence Gibson, UNSW Australia
The first time I met the Australian evolutionary ecologist Monica Gagliano, she was wearing colourful paisley trousers and was giving an animated talk at a 2014 environmental humanities conference in Canberra.
Despite her passionate presentation, trouble was brewing. Something was not right in the room. A woman beside me in the audience kept shifting her weight. A man to my left had crossed his arms and released several voluble sighs.
Why? Because Gagliano was using phrases such as “plant cognitive ecology”, “learning and communication”. And because she was, and is, opening up areas of knowledge that some might feel threaten the sovereignty of humans over nature.
That day in Canberra three years ago, Gagliano’s time frames were questioned. The frequency of her experiments were interrogated. Her apparatus was cross-examined. Yet, despite resistance, I believe her work is ground-breaking and opens up debate about plant subjectivity and ethics.

Sensitive plants

In a famous 2013 New Yorker article by Michael Pollan, The Intelligent Plant, Gagliano was introduced to readers as someone whose experiments are extending the concept of cognition to the plant world.
The problem she is addressing is that if plants have brain-like functions and make sentient-like decisions, our existing perception of nature and ourselves must change.
These implications need further analysis. But, first: the experiments. What Gagliano did with her Mimosa pudica plants – also called “sensitive” plants – was to custom-build an apparatus whereby the plants could be suddenly dropped a foot or so on a regular basis.
Initially, on dropping, the plant retracted and curled its leaves, but after repeats, it stopped reacting. Not only did it appear to “learn” a behaviour (without a brain, mind you) but it also remembered.
Gagliano repeated the experiment at intervals and found that even after a break of a month or more, the Mimosa would still not retract its leaves after being dropped.
How does this work? According to Gagliano:
https://theconversation.com/pavlovs-plants-new-study-shows-plants-can-learn-from-experience-69794


Mimosa pudica is also known as the ‘sensitive plant’, and appears to be able to learn from experience. Flickr/foam, CC BY-SA

Gagliano has published her findings and edited various scholarly books on plant research, ethical implications and changed perceptions. She has collaborated with environmental lawyer Alessandro Pelizzon and others on the language problems of writing about plant life.
There is no vocabulary that can be used to talk about brain-like plant structures beyond mere vascular and survival processes, nor about decision-making, sentience, intelligence, learning and memory in the plant world.
There is much more work to be done by artists and humanists to develop these vocabularies together. Scholars such as Michael Marder, Dalia Nassar, Natasha Myers and myself are working in this field where there may be a realm of sophisticated activity in plant life that humans have not yet even fully comprehended.
A forthcoming book titled The Language of Plants is edited by Gagliano and colleagues, and deals with this complex and provocative problem, following on from her book The Green Thread.

Pavlov’s plants

Gagliano and her colleagues have just published a paper in Nature Scientific Reports that could rock our sense of human “self”.
This is a major coup for the plant scientist, who has suffered rejection from journals, for moving plant physiology into the domain of philosophy, for extending animal studies concepts of sentience to plants and more. Does this caution by journal editors reflect a fearfulness about our human place in the world?
The new paper explains her recent experiments where she sought to show plants can “learn” via classical conditioning, similar to the classic Pavlov’s dogs experiment.
Instead of food as the reward (the unconditioned simulus) and a bell as a neutral cue (the conditioned stimulus), she used light as the reward and air flow as the cue.
Gagliano and her colleagues used the air flow caused by a fan to predict the location and time of light. They found that the plants conditioned by the fan would grow towards the source of the air flow even when the light was not present, but only if they were “trained” to do so. This is like Pavlov ringing the bell and the dogs salivating, even if there was no food around.
Gagliano’s peas, Pisum sativum, also behaved according to a simulated circadian rhythm (temperature and light/dark control) and a sense of time of day, which is known to modulate behavioural processes such as learning in animals.
This experiment appears to show associative learning in plants. Gagliano has shown that plants don’t just respond to light and food in order to survive. They also choose and predict.
These findings will get people asking some tough questions. Do plants, like animals, have consciousness? If plants learn, choose and associate, what does this mean for our ethical relationship with them? Can humans learn from the adaptive capacities of plants?
To respond to light, fans and temperature in this way suggests that plants have far more sophisticated abilities than previously thought. The philosophical and ethical implications of this information are confounding.
It provokes further questions about the plant world that we have historically seen as inert and lacking in agency. With no brain, how can plants have cognition? Yet they exhibit functions we typically only associate with a brain.
Where does all this lead us? Well, into troubled waters, so grab your boat and paddle. We are in for a rough philosophical ride.
The Conversation

Prudence Gibson, Art writer and Tutor, UNSW Australia
This article was originally published on The Conversation. Read the original article.

Friday, December 09, 2016

Tsunami Warning issued.. Solomon Islands rocked by 8.0 Quake today!

Map showing the epicentre of the Friday morning's earthquake.

A tsunami warning has been issued for the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, and Nauru after a massive 8.0. magnitude earthquake struck 70km off the Solomon Islands. 

According to USGS,  “Widespread hazardous tsunami waves are possible.” This was the stated warning issued by the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center this morning.
"Just people running with their belongings, with their kids and all that to the main road, [trying] to get away as far from the coast as possible in fear of a tsunami."  - Solomon Islands Broadcasting Corporation journalist Georgina Kekea.

READ MORE:
http://www.smh.com.au/world/tsunami-warning-after-strong-earthquake-strikes-near-solomon-islands-20161208-gt7ar2.html
http://www.abc.net.au/…/solomon-islands-rocked-by-p…/8105686
http://www.disclose.tv/…/apocalyptic_80_earthquake_h…/136913
So the Solomon Islands were named by the Spanish navigator Alvaro de Mendana in 1568.    Its a Constitutional Monarchy today with Queen Elizabeth II the head of state.  Manasseh Sogavare is the current Prime Minister.  There Parliament buildings were a gift from the United States of America.
  • The name Solomon is from our two luminaries, the Sun and the Moon in combination.  This means Right and Left Brain balance. Both hemispheres working together in a balanced nature minus the programming.     Creativity and Action in balance. 
  •  Word SOL means "Sun" in Latin, OM or AUM means "Sun" in Hindu Sanskrit and ON means "Sun" in Egyptian. The word for Sun in three ancient languages.
  • The word AUM is pronounced "OM" and is a Yogic mantra for the invocation of divine solar energies.  This is widely considered to be the creative principal in the make up of our soul (sol).  Light is equated with the Sun.  The Sun is equated with the highest goodness there is (God) and the absence of humanities moral law.

    IMG 9585  The Sun through Fog

    SOL
    - solar aspect of the newly risen Sun - on the East
    OM or AUM - the Sun shining on zenith, the highest point on horizon (the South)
    ON - the diminishing Sun, sunset on the West

    This trinity relates to the human condition and the threefold divisions in the life of humanity: birth, life and death.  Once again another trinity.  Thoughts feelings and actions.
Minus the vowels in the word SOLOMON you are left with the letters S L M N.
In the Hebrew language these letters are Samekh, Lamed, Mem, Nun. The gematric values are 60, 30, 40, 50.  Those numbers become 180.  180  is the number of degrees of the Suns journey from East to West. This is equated with the cycles of  Birth to Death.

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A tsunami warning has been issued for the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, and Nauru after an 8.0. magnitude earthquake struck 70km off the Solomon Islands, according to USGS. “Widespread hazardous tsunami waves are possible,” stated the warning issued by the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center. READ MORE: http://www.disclose.tv/news/apocalyptic_80_earthquake_hits_solomon_islands__tsunami_warnings_issued/136913
7.8 EARTHQUAKE hits Solomon Islands - TSUNAMI WARNINGS issued! 2.8K A tsunami warning has been issued for the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, and Nauru after an SUPERMASSIVE 8.0. magnitude earthquake struck 70km off the Solomon Islands, according to USGS. “Widespread hazardous tsunami waves are possible,” stated the warning issued by the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center. UPDATES TO FOLLOW #Update 1: Downgraded to 7.8 TO - EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT IN THE STATE OF HAWAII SUBJECT - TSUNAMI WATCH A TSUNAMI WATCH IS ISSUED FOR THE STATE OF HAWAII EFFECTIVE AT 0748 AM HST. AN EARTHQUAKE HAS OCCURRED WITH THESE PRELIMINARY PARAMETERS ORIGIN TIME - 0739 AM HST 08 DEC 2016 COORDINATES - 10.7 SOUTH 161.4 EAST LOCATION - SOLOMON ISLANDS MAGNITUDE - 8.0 MOMENT BASED ON ALL AVAILABLE DATA A TSUNAMI MAY HAVE BEEN GENERATED BY THIS EARTHQUAKE THAT COULD BE DESTRUCTIVE ON COASTAL AREAS EVEN FAR FROM THE EPICENTER. AN INVESTIGATION IS UNDERWAY TO DETERMINE IF THERE IS A TSUNAMI THREAT TO HAWAII ( via rt.com ). IF TSUNAMI WAVES IMPACT HAWAII THE ESTIMATED EARLIEST ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST TSUNAMI WAVE IS 0256 PM HST THU 08 DEC 2016 READ MORE: http://www.disclose.tv/news/apocalyptic_80_earthquake_hits_solomon_islands__tsunami_warnings_issued/136913
7.8 EARTHQUAKE hits Solomon Islands - TSUNAMI WARNINGS issued! 2.8K A tsunami warning has been issued for the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, and Nauru after an SUPERMASSIVE 8.0. magnitude earthquake struck 70km off the Solomon Islands, according to USGS. “Widespread hazardous tsunami waves are possible,” stated the warning issued by the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center. UPDATES TO FOLLOW #Update 1: Downgraded to 7.8 TO - EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT IN THE STATE OF HAWAII SUBJECT - TSUNAMI WATCH A TSUNAMI WATCH IS ISSUED FOR THE STATE OF HAWAII EFFECTIVE AT 0748 AM HST. AN EARTHQUAKE HAS OCCURRED WITH THESE PRELIMINARY PARAMETERS ORIGIN TIME - 0739 AM HST 08 DEC 2016 COORDINATES - 10.7 SOUTH 161.4 EAST LOCATION - SOLOMON ISLANDS MAGNITUDE - 8.0 MOMENT BASED ON ALL AVAILABLE DATA A TSUNAMI MAY HAVE BEEN GENERATED BY THIS EARTHQUAKE THAT COULD BE DESTRUCTIVE ON COASTAL AREAS EVEN FAR FROM THE EPICENTER. AN INVESTIGATION IS UNDERWAY TO DETERMINE IF THERE IS A TSUNAMI THREAT TO HAWAII ( via rt.com ). IF TSUNAMI WAVES IMPACT HAWAII THE ESTIMATED EARLIEST ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST TSUNAMI WAVE IS 0256 PM HST THU 08 DEC 2016 READ MORE: http://www.disclose.tv/news/apocalyptic_80_earthquake_hits_solomon_islands__tsunami_warnings_issued/136913
7.8 EARTHQUAKE hits Solomon Islands - TSUNAMI WARNINGS issued! 2.8K A tsunami warning has been issued for the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Papua New Guinea, and Nauru after an SUPERMASSIVE 8.0. magnitude earthquake struck 70km off the Solomon Islands, according to USGS. “Widespread hazardous tsunami waves are possible,” stated the warning issued by the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center. UPDATES TO FOLLOW #Update 1: Downgraded to 7.8 TO - EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT IN THE STATE OF HAWAII SUBJECT - TSUNAMI WATCH A TSUNAMI WATCH IS ISSUED FOR THE STATE OF HAWAII EFFECTIVE AT 0748 AM HST. AN EARTHQUAKE HAS OCCURRED WITH THESE PRELIMINARY PARAMETERS ORIGIN TIME - 0739 AM HST 08 DEC 2016 COORDINATES - 10.7 SOUTH 161.4 EAST LOCATION - SOLOMON ISLANDS MAGNITUDE - 8.0 MOMENT BASED ON ALL AVAILABLE DATA A TSUNAMI MAY HAVE BEEN GENERATED BY THIS EARTHQUAKE THAT COULD BE DESTRUCTIVE ON COASTAL AREAS EVEN FAR FROM THE EPICENTER. AN INVESTIGATION IS UNDERWAY TO DETERMINE IF THERE IS A TSUNAMI THREAT TO HAWAII ( via rt.com ). IF TSUNAMI WAVES IMPACT HAWAII THE ESTIMATED EARLIEST ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST TSUNAMI WAVE IS 0256 PM HST THU 08 DEC 2016 READ MORE: http://www.disclose.tv/news/apocalyptic_80_earthquake_hits_solomon_islands__tsunami_warnings_issued/136913

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

The Quadrivium

The Quadrivium consist of forms of Number.  It is to be used in conjunction to the Trivium and consists of the classical subjects of Mathematics, Geometry, Music, Astronomy. 

Modern methods as they were known as at that ancient time when Pythagoras was given credit for putting this together.   His commonality he used is Number.  Nature does not contradict itself.

This side of number is mostly hidden in today's standards of education.

Number has so many qualities and is much more than a way to add things up.  The numbers have another life almost another story and the qualities of making analogies.

Geometry is number in space
Music is number in time (harmonic theory),
Astronomy is number in space and time.


One ... Unity
Two... First Division  female
Three... Triad ., All and Complete cycle .. Male
Four ... First instance of encompassment (box)
Five.... First number of life.. five marries male and female (2 and 3)  relate to apples, flowers, hands and feet.
Six... First perfect number. Its factors all add up to six   (one perfect number between one and ten = 6 .  One perfect number between ten and one hundred = 28 and one perfect number between 100 and a 1000 = 496
Also related to its being a perfect number, 496 is a harmonic divisor number, since the number of proper divisors of 496 divided by the sum of the reciprocals of its divisors, 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 31, 62, 124, 248 and 496, (the harmonic mean), yields an integer, 5 in this case.From Reality (shot gun moment)  to a focus and back to reality again to take action.
Observation. .  Diagnosis .. Prognosis ... ACTION (treatment)
Observation, hypothesis ..  Extrapolation, Experiment


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Water being H2o is a ICOSAHEDRON .  It has been called  a fluid crystal ... 
 

Venus draws a five fold pattern around Earth every 8 years..  A pentagram inside a circle is created when Venus comes close to the earth every 588 days.. This is a symbol of the US Airforce.  

Watch  interview

Gene Odening interview, Part 2 – “The QUADRIVIUM” – #050 (+ video)


In tonight’s show we continue our discussion on the Trivium and discuss the Quadrivium with Gene Odening. Here we continue to learn about learning, logic, critical thinking, Hegelian dialectics, Plato, the Trivium, the Quadrivium, the 7 liberal arts, and many other facets of human cognizance.


Images @ Eminpee Fotography