Here and Now...What's Happening?

[RunningDeer]

Toodles,
P'er

Posted by modwiz (here)
Good to be in the village and forum for a visit. The road ahead calls.

Toodles.

Damn coyotes, LOL.

[modwiz]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by modwiz (here)

What is in a word? A buttload of emotional triggers.

Rules? Ways? That 'feels' better.

Torah vs. Tao. I take the Tao.

Like a key structure in music, certain notes are dissonant. It is about vibrations. Nature and the Universe do not have rules, they have ways. The so called "laws of physics" are simply a codification of the ways of physics as observed. The Universe is in/at play. The rules of a game are simply to give the play some form. They are, more correctly, the ways of the game.

Why this short discourse on nomenclature? Mere semantics, no?

No! The emotional body is the primary filter for much of the planet. Words must pass through this filter, and few make it through untwisted. Disempowerment looks for anyplace to exert some impact on the world.

Ulli, rules make you a tyrant. Ways, make you a sage.

Your choice. A tough one for a Capricorn.

Much love to you.

One sentence here seems pretty opaque to me:

Disempowerment looks for anyplace to exert some impact on the world.

Disempowerment? What/whose disempowerment? The disempowerment that comes from downgrading 'rules' to 'ways'?

Care to elaborate for my Friday evening brain to understand?

No. Downgrading? This is clearly more than a language discrepancy. It is a reality clash.

The road now shouts to me.

[ulli]

[ulli]

So that gif I posted on the previous page of the merging galaxies led me to hunt a bit further.
Here we find not only two galaxies dancing together into a single one, but a group.
Gives the word cluster f*ck an entirely new meaning. (I'm not a swinger, and shame on all those who have a dirty mind! ;-))

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=wyS1eHXe75U

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by araucaria (here)
Ulli, post #93: "They are manifesting material to write about."

Sure, but I find writing material to manifest is much more interesting

One day you will tell me how you discovered this, because it is true.
Life-changing and empowering breakthrough for me.
After I discovered that's how everything works once the inner life is integrated
I started meeting others who could do it, too.
Actually, Avalon is full of such people which is why I'm still here.
Never a dull moment.

Before I answer, Ulli, let me just give a couple of examples of how on this very thread you do this by stepping out of time. Writing involves not just retrovision but also precognition, and so do a lot of other activities, but usually we don’t even notice. ‘Creating your future’ is just a time reversal of precognition.

Take a musical conductor: he is always ahead of the beat. How? Because he knows the piece by heart, and has rehearsed it with the orchestra. He knows what’s coming next and what is half an hour down the line as well. Here is Ulli conducting her orchestra
(old examples already I’m afraid, subsequently confirmed however, see page 1000):

a) I (Ulli) am going to play bars 18999 to 19001 (=post numbers) myself but someone may just pipe up in the middle. They usually do, and there is always room for creative improvisation.

b) Araucaria is due to chime in soon: I’ll catch his eye and let him know I’m ready for his utopian vision.

The How is a little-explored matter of literary theory. Let me explain. I am talking about what is called fiction, but such notions will get a little confused as I turn them around.

“Manifesting material to write about” is the traditional approach of realism: you “represent” a world that already exists, or at least could; likewise you “express” a pre-existent self. Your actual writing is transparent with respect to these entities. The experimental French ‘new novel’ (nouveau roman) of the 30 postwar years reverses this process of expression/representation, seeing writing as a production process that takes you somewhere new – very close, although from an entirely different perspective, to the slogan “be the change you want to see”. The pithy formula here is “not writing up an adventure, but writing as an adventure” (Jean Ricardou) - alternatively, you have the jokey ‘How can I know what I think until I see what I say?’ However, people were soon back to the normal fare, if they had ever strayed away from it. Nearly all fiction today is in story-telling mode, and I would add, those using story-telling mode for supposedly factual accounts are also in the business of fiction, i.e. lies.
Take a contemporary fiction: the official 911 story. As Judy Woods points out, the correct investigative evidence-producing procedure has been reversed. Instead of building up a picture, to find out what happened, how, who and finally why, we got the authorities explaining from the outset what the report was going to find, namely emphatically why and definitely who, vaguely how and not at all what happened. Pure fiction.
The subversive method of the nouveau roman typically involves combining an investigative process of the type that can lead to the truth and traditional story-telling mode. A good example is Les Gommes (The Erasers, 1953), a novel by Robbe-Grillet (who wrote the screenplay for the Resnais movie Last Year in Marienbad). A detective is called in to investigate a murder the previous evening. He conducts his inquiry, leading to the conclusion late in the day that the victim is actually alive. He meets the “victim” in circumstances that cause him to shoot him. The murder has taken place exactly as announced, but exactly 24 hours later, and the detective has been investigating his own crime, seen as an outcome rather than as a given.

This story is antirealistic because any correspondence with real-world events would need to invoke the paranormal, which is of course off-limits. It is also antirealist because it shows the workings of the realist novel to be absurd. The circular tale reveals the circular argument of realism. The storyline as a tautological given is not workable. The killer does not exist until found, he is not who he was yesterday. Nothing has happened until it is written, in the here and now. Allusions to the Oedipus myth point to realism being at best disastrous self-fulfilling prophecy. But worse than that, fiction is downright dishonest, because while saying that something might have happened like this, it demonstrates how it simply cannot have been so.

We have an extreme example, incidentally, in the Martin Amis novel Time’s Arrow – traditional story-telling, except that it is done backwards, from death to conception. He presents a Nazi doctor as an effective humanitarian, since his patients arrive dead or dying and end up walking out of hospital fully fit and well. A fine example of the power of writing to distort the truth, and the importance of the handling of the time dimension in this. Interestingly however, the book finishes on a moral note, as this ‘evil’ character ends up disappearing into the perceived nothingness of the instant preceding conception. For me the moral here is rather that there is no existence for ‘preconception’, no truth to preconceptions.

Another example is Michel Butor’s L’Emploi du temps (Passing Time, 1954), in which the narrator undertakes to write a diary covering 12 months over the final 5 months of that same period (i.e. story-telling plus investigation). The process leads to superimposing more and more timelines, and after he comes to the point when he started the diary, his writing gradually becomes its main subject, hence while attempting to understand what is happening to him, he is also missing out on the very events he is trying to explain. Eventually he runs out of time before he can describe the major events of Feb 29th. Another time warp. Looking back, there was an important extra (leap) day. Looking forward, it can no longer be written up. In the here and now, it just doesn’t happen. What you see is what you get; this is the truth of creative writing, which is the opposite of conventional fiction.
Take another new novel, La Modification (Second Thoughts, 1956) also by Butor. The narrator is on the train from Paris to Rome, he is leaving his wife to join his lover. His musings on the way gradually lead to a reversal: he realizes he is making a mistake and by the time he arrives, he is ready to jump on the first train back home. After a few hours in the here & now, he discovers he has been living a lie.

This movement did not last, but it had a few precursors, notably an 18th century experimental novel, Tristram Shandy, by Laurence Sterne. The narrator starts with his own conception, stating that his parents must have forgotten to wind up the clock that night! We indeed enter a time warp, as the subsequent story of his life never really gets going, with digression upon digression and even a digression on the subject of digressions! Writing in the here and now. At one stage, he tells his lady reader to go back and check a previous chapter while he carries on. At another he says, if you can guess what’s coming on the next page, I’ll gladly tear it out of my book. It is a blank page. He knows the next page is blank because in the here and now… he hasn’t written on it yet!

[Sierra]

Posted by modwiz (here)
Why this short discourse on nomenclature? Mere semantics, no?

No! The emotional body is the primary filter for much of the planet. Words must pass through this filter, and few make it through untwisted. Disempowerment looks for anyplace to exert some impact on the world.

Ulli, rules make you a tyrant. Ways, make you a sage.

Your choice. A tough one for a Capricorn.

Much love to you.

I don't think it has much to do with Capricorn, I think it has to do with being raised in German culture. This is an international community and sometimes we forget, assumptions about language can be a landmine.

It was really weird, you hardly sounded at all like Modwiz on your posts. Must be moving fast.

I"m glad you enjoyed your visit to the village.

Sierra

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)
So that gif I posted on the previous page of the merging galaxies led me to hunt a bit further.
Here we find not only two galaxies dancing together into a single one, but a group.
Gives the word cluster f*ck an entirely new meaning. (I'm not a swinger, and shame on all those who have a dirty mind! ;-))

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=wyS1eHXe75U

as I said a while back on some thread, galaxies don't collide, maybe they make love, and we are like some uncomprehending child

[Guest]

I'm ahead & behind.

A time for me to be gentle with myself.

Going to get some rest.


Love


Nora

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
So that gif I posted on the previous page of the merging galaxies led me to hunt a bit further.
Here we find not only two galaxies dancing together into a single one, but a group.
Gives the word cluster f*ck an entirely new meaning. (I'm not a swinger, and shame on all those who have a dirty mind! ;-))

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=wyS1eHXe75U

as I said a while back on some thread, galaxies don't collide, maybe they make love, and we are like some uncomprehending child

Signs of the times...sex and violence...

how about MERGE... ?
(oh no, thats what big business does)

...is there any way of expressing this blending process with a more neutral association?

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)
Take another new novel, La Modification (Second Thoughts, 1956) also by Butor. The narrator is on the train from Paris to Rome, he is leaving his wife to join his lover. His musings on the way gradually lead to a reversal: he realizes he is making a mistake and by the time he arrives, he is ready to jump on the first train back home. After a few hours in the here & now, he discovers he has been living a lie.

This movement did not last, but it had a few precursors, notably an 18th century experimental novel, Tristram Shandy, by Laurence Sterne. The narrator starts with his own conception, stating that his parents must have forgotten to wind up the clock that night! We indeed enter a time warp, as the subsequent story of his life never really gets going, with digression upon digression and even a digression on the subject of digressions! Writing in the here and now. At one stage, he tells his lady reader to go back and check a previous chapter while he carries on. At another he says, if you can guess what’s coming on the next page, I’ll gladly tear it out of my book. It is a blank page. He knows the next page is blank because in the here and now… he hasn’t written on it yet!

To me the Here and Now of 2012 is similar to the earlier fairy tales.

Exploration of time as that which would have been considered as absurd now can be created by the word BE.

Equally that which brings relief and even delight can be created with the word BE.

Magic wands are lying around all over the place if only you know hw to look.

Genies are in all those bottles littering the streets, if only one is willing to pick them up and let the genie out.

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by ulli (here)
...is there any way of expressing this blending process with a more neutral association?

n-body problem ?

[ulli]

Posted by Paul (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
...is there any way of expressing this blending process with a more neutral association?

n-body problem ?

By the time I got to this part:

The -body problem has 10 independent algebraic integrals:
three for the center of mass;
three for the linear momentum;
three for the angular momentum;
one for the energy.
This allows the reduction of variables to 6 − 10. The question at that time was whether there exist other integrals besides these 10. The answer was given in the negative in 1887 by H. Bruns:
Theorem (First integrals of the -body problem) The only linearly independent integrals of the -body problem, which are algebraic with respect to , and are the 10 described above.

....my eyes had glazed over.

Thanks, Paul, but no thanks.

(Interesting try, though.)

[PurpleLama]

Hare and Now...What's Happening?

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)

[RunningDeer]

Hare and Now...What's Happening?

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
Hare and Now...What's Happening?

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)

[RunningDeer]

[astrid]

@ Denis, no idea where this tree is,
but she is quite something, a very powerful healer.
worth a re-post even.

[Guest]

Posted by Nora (here)
I'm ahead & behind.

A time for me to be gentle with myself.

Going to get some rest.


Love


Nora

I just came through a very strong transit. Saturn opposite Saturn. On a little reflection realized that I accomplished a couple of things on a physical and spiritual level that I came here to do. But it was not totally an "I" but a We thing. Really could not have been accomplished with out the Villagers. Thank you all for your patience and gentle nudges.
Gently taking one step forward and moving forward.....Right now I have some Uranian and Plutonian sextiles & trines.

Hugs Ulli




Nora

[astrid]

http://io9.com/5947468/this-is-what-...he-day-he-died

This is what Einstein’s office looked like on the day he died



I don't feel so bad about the state of my house now

Without a certain level of chaos, creativity is dead in the water.

[astrid]

As the great man himself suggested

[astrid]

"The Great Ocean Migration"
Thousands of majestic stingrays swim to new seas
Like autumn leaves floating in a sunlit pond, this vast expanse of magnificent "Stingrays" animates the bright blue seas of the Gulf of Mexico.
Taken off the coast of Mexico's Holbox Island by amateur photographer Sandra Critelli, this breathtaking picture captures the migration of thousands of rays as they follow the clockwise current from Mexico's Yucatan peninsula to western Florida.