at the end of the day the poem is us the people and what we choose to be or allow ourselves to become?

In Australia I like to remind people, whether you like it or not you are born unto spiritual land. Whether you follow the ways of the tribes and choose to deny it thats your prerogative. But you don't get to remove yourself from the spirituality to which by your sheer nature of birth you are already in. So learn to at least respect it and if you shall seek to understand it least you be blind of all that is around you.

People talk about the “Dreamtime” and the concept and notion of the “Dreamtime” being when time was born… this could not be further from the truth. The “Dreamtime” is the dream we all agree to dream right now. Physics teaches us that the world we see does not exist this is not fairytale nonsense this is not “sewage” thought patterns it is maths, it is science? We see shards of light bouncing and even then that is a simplistic explanation of what occurs when our eyes take in the outside world and pass them through the many areas of our brain and inject memories and emotion to create this world that we all agree upon. The blue garbage bin does not exist, but we together look and see a blue garbage bin and we for whatever reason agree that it is a blue garbage bin and not just shards of light? This is what we mean when we speak about the “Dreamtime” the “Dreaming” we are the poets of this “Dreamtime” and we are the “Dreaming” so much of what the ancients knew has been confirmed by Science. Yet we distance science from it when it is part of its explanation?

Erwin Schrödinger was the first well that is always an odd thing to say isn't it when we ourselves are limited to the understanding of linear time ;) but we will use that word as it suits our understanding for the moment. Anyways i digress, he was the first physicist to write a paper shall we say in metaphysics, not sure if anyone has read it if not I recommend it, “The Arhitmatical Paradox, the oneness of the mind” it is a fascinating paper and he wrote many more.

Two paragraphs from the paper,

"The reason why our sentient, percipient and thinking ego is met nowhere within our scientific world picture can easily be indicated in seven words: because it is itself that world picture. It is identical with the whole and therefore cannot be contained in it as a part of it. But, of course, here we knock against the arithmetical paradox; there appears to be a great multitude of these conscious egos, the world is however only one.”

"There is obviously only one alternative, namely the unification of minds or consciousnesses, Their multiplicity is only apparent, in truth there is only one mind. This is the doctrine of the Upanishads.”

No let us return to the first concept, the dreaming. You see what the elders mean when they speak of the “dreaming” they mean just that the “dreaming” was not in the past, nor it is the present or the future. The “dreaming” is what exists at every point and every moment it is the dream that we all agree upon… So there lies the modern day dilemma or maybe the modern day paradox, if the world is abhorrent then it is only because we choose to dream it to be so? and maybe the “Arithmetic dilemma of ” is that we can change this dream, we can dream a better world? and as we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of the dream, it is up to us to create a better dream?

No that was a long answer, but I have been couped by for awhile with the truly madmen who would place a dollar sign on a drop of water and seek to understand the ocean… but I have also been known to ramble at times and hopefully somewhere amongst my rambles some kind of information becomes viable ;)

but to answer, we are the poets and the world is the dream… now the question falls to us, how do we boot the dream we want into exsistence? and the challenge also falls to us as the creators, the programmers, the makers, the tinkers, the thinkers?



— see what happens when they feed me covfefe





> On 1 Jun 2017, at 8:39 am, Robert Jakob <rsjakob@???> wrote:
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> What was the poem?
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> On Thu, Jun 1, 2017 at 12:05 PM, aimee@??? <aimee@???> wrote:
> Today in the media in Australias broadcaster they published this http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-06-01/silk-road-ross-ulbricht-confirmed-lifetime-jailbird-appeal-loss/8578000
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> The Australian article goes on to talk about TOR and other technology as being used solely for crime no mention of anything positive or good that it could possibly be used for
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> In the USA I noticed https://www.wired.com/2017/05/silk-road-creator-ross-ulbricht-loses-life-sentence-appeal/
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> which goes on to talk about the judges stating how whilst not believing in the length of the sentence or severity and even to the point that society may look back later on this judgement as overwhemlighly harsh they must uphold it
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> Interesting the judge stated in the future we will look back and see it as harsh...
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> at the same time I had many people sending me this toxic article https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2017/05/blockchain-of-command/528543/ and argue points within it… though it was not the first time just now the voices where the many like seeds in the pomegranate
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> on another note every bitcoin or blockchain meeting I head to in these past few years speaks consistently of the money they will make and the miners or increasing the blockchain and money oh money and money every now and then I meet the one odd one out and am able to have an actual conversation
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> tonight I was wanting to share a poem from my favourite writer Kahlil Gibran but whilst travelling I do not carry any books, but alas the internet was at my finger tips and I was able to pull up the book and read it to my friend and I revelled in the beauty of it, and I remembered the lights in the library where I first discovered him as a young child and how I was forced after many years of hiding them to hand them back over so my sister could borrow books for her school work and the pain and longing of the years I went without them and the desperate feeling like I had lost something, and the decade I spent searching through newage book stores to try to locate some of them again...
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> all the torment of finding these books I had forgotten now but a flake of a memory, as now hes books are found in the nakedness of their text online for free.. yet reading them online I remembered the beauty in my ears and heart when I first found love on pages…
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> We have but the knowledge of all the great prophets and writers and lovers at our finger tips we have the history of all the movements without needing to locate the library of Alexandria and the torture of the travel upon our bodies… what an amazing time to be alive…
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> then a sense a deep sadness fell upon me, here we have all of this greatness at our finger tips and the average man and woman can not even bother to google the history of Bitcoin let alone the masters of language and the beauty of the prophets… this past year I have sat back and watched alot of technology I helped to create and code on the web be turned around and used by bots to spread conspiracy theories and algorithms take over how people receive their news… I sat in my room alone infront of the machine that once gave me such pleasure and belief in the future be turned against me… like a child programmed to be turned against its own mother… and I sat there all alone in tears crying for that moment I felt truly alone for who was I able to share this with in my hour of need it was me and my algorithms.. and I wanted to scream at them I wanted like a father to take them over my knee and spank them, I wanted to make them see their fallacies… but it was I who created them so it was only I was to blame and I could not be angry at my creation I could only feel a great sadness...
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> then I felt anger at my fellow man for selling out, then after my anger which lasted for ages as rage always tends too... I looked at the artefacts in my life I had fashioned and the sadness it left me with and realised I too had sold in many ways be it by fear not pride but in many ways they are both as guilty as each other…
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> then sitting there having coffee with my shadow on a street which is every street in every city, I felt within myself a sense of shame that I had been silencing much of my tongue…
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> then the flood of deep thought feel over me, how do we change things when we have so much knowledge but no one even bothers to read the history of bitcoin, then a wave of realisation, how do we change things without even needing that to occur…
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> I have long felt that we have politics of personality and what was once the great idea of democracy has turned to the reality of corpocracy, and the comfort of the cynicism I have felt for many years flew away…
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> where to go to from here… be angry… be sad… be afraid… but none of them will solve the problem…
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> I am a programmer therefore a creator I guess all I am left with is the capacity to create something new… I once thought that I could not share my philosophy with many how stupidly elite maybe if I find my tongue again I will also find those who believe technology should be democratised for the many.. then again maybe I am just an old fool.. but there is freedom in being a fool much more then sitting at the golden tables of the kings...
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