Fiction: Genius

6174. Kapreka’s constant. A binary Turing machine is infinitely long. A decimal computer based on the constant has a finite length and width. What then is its advantage?

Subjectivity, of course.

What do you mean?

A finite set of instructions to solve any given problem leads to perimeterization, colorization of the results. It would know what it does and appreciate the solutions.

If such a machine replicated itself, together, they would fathom infinity.

And the human mind, one such example?

Not exactly, more accurately, the human mind that knows God. You may say 6174 is divine inspiration-aspiration.

They looked at one another across the tables laden with SPARCstations and laser mice that glid on sparkly metal grid pads. Scientists of the probable.

But it was 3am, and the Manchester sky was gloomy and drizzling. Through the glass panes of the computer cluster they could see a young couple using the hole in the wall. A man in a black hoodie drew a gun on them, jogging off with their cash.

He was wearing Oakleys. He would get away with it.

A number is a raw quantity. A decimal order of magnitude is effectively a collection. A mix of both is a quantity spread out in space time. A constant is equity, fairness, righteousness.

They descended the stairway to the courtyard. Flashing lights reflected on the wet tarmac and a body lay on the street, bleeding. Beside it a girl was crying.

They were questioned by a detective. What did you see?

He got away, that’s all. But maybe this will help you… 6174.

Thank you sirs, replied the officer, writing it down in his notebook.

Fiction: Exit Jupiter

If the end came tomorrow, what would be on his wrist? That man, her master, who so deeply loved haute horology.

High above the Jovian clouds, she fidgeted with the clasp of her ring. It was a slaving device that contracted tighter around her finger the more it was tampered with. In a barbaric way, it showed how much she still loved him.

But she thought she knew the way to its combination.

Asleep across her body, she had arranged his watches in a row. She knew because he had told her which were his favorites. His favorites held the code to her freedom. And she knew the beats of their mechanical hearts held the key to the ring.

Watching her master run his fingers over the chunks of polished steel, which he would pick up, and his eyes as he wrapped the exotic leather bands around his wrist, holding up the watch to the windows filled with the glowing red light of the gas giant.

If she knew wrong her finger would be crushed, its blood supply constricted. He would stand over her as she grimaced in frustration and shame, and demand to know why.

That evening, in a gown of glittering silver, she danced with him cheek to cheek. After dinner she had prepared, of space crabs and spiced weed from the ice oceans of the moon Europa.

Kneeling on a stool, she poured him a vintage. She raised her goblet and he smiled at her beauty. As they drank, she walked over to him and sat in his lap.

This is yours, she said, dropping the slave ring into his wine. Through the pale green-yellow liquid he could see her bare finger. How could it be?

By law, the collector of fine watches had to let her go. It was his promise. He stared in his drink, at the dismantled arcs of silver and gold as she walked out of the penthouse. But in reality they were but a clever fake she had been machining, and on the goblet, a strip of discreet magicians tape that obstructed her still slaved finger.

In the corridor of the habitation sphere, she counted to 100 for him to decouple the ring. It was a risk she had to take, then she pushed for an elevator to the shuttle deck. The doors slid close, about her finger, over the slaving ring, crushing both flesh and metal. She cried out, then turned her finger and let the flattened ring be crushed again just so. And the gnarled device came loose.

The shuttle bay was chilly and wind swept. She rubbed her finger, swollen and bruised. But the watch on her wrist had told the time wrong. The bay was empty. It was an interplanetary timer set to the Venusian meridian. She hugged herself, shivering. He would see the scars.

The best things in life are free, avocado wars…

What the title says is true. Heaven and Earth may pass away but words spoken (in love) never pass away. In essence, we are all actors in the show called ‘life’ and the sum of our interactions carries to ages and beyond, even unto the resurrection if you so believe.

And we see flashes of the supernatural all the time. Glimpses into how the world and universe might actually work, our minds connected in uncanny ways, synchronicity, miraculous healing, the Jews. Souls don’t just fade away even as our deeds likewise perpetuate. Yet to admit the hand of the divine is hard as splitting a rock -like drinking poison.

And there are many who give service to so-called God, hoping their good works and inner development will save them. Rather it is the intelligent man / woman who knows that the Kingdom is laid over the Earth normally unseen. A secret in plain sight. A free gift to those who naturally say please and thank you.

And the prodigal realizes he will eat pig food all the days of his life without his father who loves him. It’s a wild world, baby. A dangerous one for mortal men -aliens, fallen angels, Americans (just kidding).

But the meat and potatoes of this post isn’t religion, it’s how to shift our paradigm so that we can be alleviated of suffering / money woes. More later…

3 things. First, as I taught before, Suzy Orman style, body comes first before money; works come before body; deeds before works. Money lowest ranking thing in the world. That’s a shift in the right direction.

Second, ‘advertising’. Advertising comes when the distribution of money, not information, is unfair. If the distribution of information were unfair, would come elections or missionaries. Advertising is a warning, not a boon. Shift again.

Finally, ‘employment’. Employment exists not because a company or a friend needs help from you. Not because ‘there’s something you contribute to our team’. Employment is an invitation to timeshare a limited amount of living. You could say to feed off a pre-existing money stream and have your basic resources divided out.

Now everyone can have an honest job, good health, and common sense. The evil should be so angry.

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Yesterday, 3 of us ate a jumbo avocado and I saved the seed. Dad doesn’t want to grow a tree so I thought it could be used for a game like marbles or carom. I said I wasn’t going to invent any more things or buy watches but it seems I did do just one more of each. 

The game is simple. 2 players or more eat an avocado each, wash and dry its seed. Then course-correcters are improvised from things like books or magazines and cola cans. The objective is to roll your seed which is irregular, beyond a line a meter and a half away helped by course-correcters. The player who makes the roll may take on dares from other players who shift the correctors. No throwing seeds is allowed.

Wearing watches as a collector versus EDC…

Having something to do, interact with, and be about is one condition of happiness. When we’re sedentary and life has become a chore, we tend to overeat, over-preach, and… buy too many watches. When I was in university and full of ambitious dreams, I wore an F105W, a cheap black plastic (CBP) digital watch costing about $10. Mom asked me if I wanted something better to which I replied, watches aren’t important to me.

It wasn’t until I landed my first job as a technical writer that I put down $100 for a deeply discounted boy’s size Seiko Kinetic. That was my first real watch and the first of many ‘experiments’ that led me to buy over 20 watches over 27 years.

Along the way, as is so often the case with life, I discovered myself through earning and spending money how I thought best. The watches that touched me most were the watches I bought and wore for a purpose, a job role, to meet people. The watches I bought when I was happy, cheap as they might be.

Watches say what you are, not you saying what the watch is (for). And we are thankful that the watch is designed well not to say aesthetically.

I wrote earlier on how people find out what their true purpose in life is, normally only 1 or 2 things, and buy into that ideal. My ideal is a life of teaching on the road, camping in hotel rooms and departure lounges, walking through the city between cafes and meetings. I soon acquired what little I needed: a sturdy pair of Teva sandals, a good quality Caribee backpack, and a basic Nokia smartphone with WhatsApp.

I used to wear a Protrek to church (or ecclesia), now I go with something far more commonplace and understated. A basic model Casio 800h. Just your bog standard CBP digital that nobody notices. What you are about, you should buy quality / splurge for. What you’re not, just buy the accepted norm’s cheap / disposable.

It came as some surprise that I’m not a ‘showoff’ role person despite having a keen eye for art and mechanisms. That I’m more a Ghandi / Dalai Llama type. Last night, I spoke in the mindscape, talking business ideas with SMEs while I wore my cheap $18 Casio. We invented a catamaran (motorized) bicycle and renovated a sex toys shop. Tonight, another session is planned. I forget my watches. They aren’t important to me.

Game of stones, or Sekk…

My game, “Sekk”

Back in the 2010s, I postulated a game with 12 pieces in 16 squares. It was based on anthropological science and I figured it should be playable -somehow. Though it never was.

I was fired up to fix the rules after watching a game of “Dao” on YouTube. So here they are:

1. Players choose to play gray or red stones. Red are the attackers who must try to occupy all the corner bases though not necessarily at once. Gray are the defenders.
2. The pieces have different powers and do not take off other pieces, simply shift, block, or deny them.
3. Eat, being next to, a piece is unable to take a base (or power on?)
4. Divert, being next to, a piece is unable to move horizontally or vertically
5. Exchange, being next to, a piece may be switched positions with
6. Create, any red piece may teleport next to create
7. Man, woman, father, and mother have super powers. A man can cause pieces to divide along any line. A woman can cause a string of pieces to deactivate for one turn. A father can send any string of pieces to the sides of the board. A mother can gather a string of pieces into a clump 

New Casio 800h watch, watched MrBeast blow up $100 000 on YouTube, hamster is ill, evil rolls on…

The Casio 800h is a gem in cheap black plastic. In my opinion, it has the most perfect proportions in a digital watch ever. Love the raised sloping bezel and the square of acrylic crystal peeping just above it, immaculately smooth and clear. The only decorations are 4 channels running off the corners and 3 tapering ridges on each piece of strap. Functionality is excellent, with full day-date-month-year displayed alongside time with seconds.

My Casio 800h

Last night, while pacing nervously (I get worked up waiting for things) I watched PewDiePie and MrBeast’s YouTube channels. PDP made hats for temple cats on a 3D printer and MrBeast blew up $100 000, wrecked a train and 2 busses in a giant sinkhole. I now need a MrBeast tee shirt. PDP is cool as well. He lives in Japan and is respectful to Asians.

Had KFC for lunch. Hamster didn’t eat much of it, not the mash potato and bun either. I don’t give her the salty parts. She hasn’t eaten for some time. Unfortunately, grocery shopping is again delayed so we can’t get her favorite Japanese cucumber and Laughing Cow low sodium cheese.

Meanwhile, evil spirits rage across the mindscape like a wild prophetic wind. God was right -I have to give up much time to help the tortured westerners who offended the Asian witches. Which brings an end to this post I suppose.

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Made a lot of peace pacts wherein both sides, east and west will work together stage by stage to eliminate guilt, shame, and betrayal / outcast. But “Prince William” refuses to cooperate due to psychological damage from his childhood. I had been hoping to proceed with my reviews channel.

The 800h is the big brother of my old F105W which I wore from 1995-2001. It was released in 2007, the year I suffered a stroke that left me weak minded and forgetful. It is 50% taller, and just a bit wider. Lug to lug, it’s half a centimeter longer due to the square LCD. Otherwise it is a similar watch from a time when I wasn’t concerned with status and looks. What amazes me is how far I strayed from just needing any old watch versus liking watches. So Lord, ready that train to Jordan. I’ll be coming home.

Savings or foolishness? Budgeting for what never comes, the falling away from Christ…

Having a very small income stream means I have to budget a lot. Over the past 2 weeks, I spent $40 on possessions, food, and transportation. Is saving money prudent as we face global recession / inflation / wars? And if so, how should we save?

In a conversation I had, we talked about how people are the controlling factor in a poor economy. Not cars, houses, collectible watches, or hard cash, but good, reliable friends and relationships. Same for war, same for illness. Investing in people is the best way to stay afloat right now.

Maybe I’m romantic but to my mind, here are 4 things you can do with your money that are safe and bear fruit easily:

1. Buy equipment and learn to use it. It could be as cheap as a football, middle of the road as a guitar, or expensive as a mini snooker table. Think of ways people have fun for less money.
2. Be charitable with your skills, then add money to it when it succeeds.
3. Bulk cheap things if you can add value to them and resell
4. Buy quality apparel. Be acceptable to others, confident, eventually more competent

I have saved $500 in my drawer for emergencies. When I need to travel. But more on that later, as I need to talk about gospel.

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2Th 2:3  Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition…

Mat 24:8  All these are the beginning of sorrows. 

Mat 24:14  And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.

Some are asking, when does God save the world / trigger Biblical events, and what should we do about prophecy? We can affect the world a lot by acting as one through the Mind. What should we all do?

Paul says in 2Th, that a falling away from Christian beliefs will unleash the Antichrist. Not anything else. Only after the AC is revealed will the end come.

Matthew says, trouble in the world is only the beginning, then comes trouble in the spirit, finally, a burst of teaching truth, marking the end of Tribulation with the sun and moon darkened and the coming of Illahi.

We are encouraged to endure / persevere to the end. Otherwise how would there be any preaching to all nations? Even at the falling away, we must be strong. Obviously then, we do not have to trigger the falling away or the AC with any behavior or belief. This negative mindset is a false teaching.