skelter shelter ( passenger)

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2011-it didn't surprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.
 "It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.
 It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
  Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
 and about weird things

  Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
 "i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
 "inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .
 the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he  raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places  these lice- like
  sub dermal inserts
  might settle in.
 Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
  calibrated like a Christmas tree.
 The  illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy. What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
 Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
 comb  like
 embeds
 .Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.
 Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
 It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
 "See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."
 In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.
 The next morning a smiling  Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
 himself ." I may never have to work again"
 Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
 "
 Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
 Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
 " I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
 "What bugs?"Oliver asked
 "The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
 "It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
 "You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
 Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
 "Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
 Now.
 I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.


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"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
 a man
 in
     a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway
 to not
 appear
    
 invited.
 Recognizing
 the man to be the same man from the previous evening
 peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
 Peter suddenly became self conscious
 wondering
 How his manner appeared to
 The Man in the Van
 "you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
 the house .,
 the development, the town...

 Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
 -sorry, "the man continued
 sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
 my
   greetings.  ...
 .  I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...

the man ...leaned over to the passenger side of the van and
reappeared
now
wearing a headset...that wrapped around his skull and temples
 The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
 somehow...
 and for the first time Peter let himself
 relax..
 The man in the Van
  made a gesture
 around his ear ...
 a circle..

 "wish I had
 someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat. Popping ope the passenger side,"get in ..."

 and
 he
 didit didnt suprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.

"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.

It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"

 Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
and about weird things


 Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .

the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he  raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places  these lice- like
 subdermal inserts
 might settle in.

Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
 calibrated like a christmas tree.

The  illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy.What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb  like
embeds

.Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.

Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."

In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.

The next morning a smiling  Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ." I may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
" I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
"What bugs?"Oliver asked
"The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
"It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
Now.
I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.


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"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
a man
in

    a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway

to not

appear

   
invited.

Recognizing
the man to be the same man from the previous evening

peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
Peter suddenly became self conscious
wondering
How his manner appeared to

The Man in the Van

"you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
the house .,
the development,the town...


Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
-sorry,"the man continued
sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
my
   greetings.  ...

.  I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...

the man ...leaned over to the passenger side of the van and

reappeared

now

wearing a headset...that wrapped around his skull and temples

The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
somehow...
and for the first time Peter let himself
relax..
The man in the Van
 made a gesture
around his ear ...
a circle..


"wish I had
someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat..popping up the passenger side,"get in ..."



and
he
did

don't even LOOK at the Juice!

Evan explains
that
delusions such as

THIS
often occur
doing

a
an intervention
and that
contrary to popular lore...

even Neuronauts....would not "go that far"

Yet
you all raise your kids......
to "mind walk" like
Gary Rainy did....to soar to heights beyond
beyond and beyondest

"i think someone better go for smoke..." Evan says

"i think someone.
SOME RUINER
amongst us

had better
THINK before he types....

and I feel the pain

my Mentor
delivers....
to make
me

well

                                                                                    (2)

the meetings  gave Vic purpose.
direction
she had been so grateful.as had he.it was the only thing that had got him off pills.out of himself.
so many bad things had happened in so little time ,to him,to both of them,the motorcycle accident,the death of his mother
in hospitals than bed for close to a year   he had lost most of his old friends.
the pain in his leg had turned his personality clipped and inward
.The Group was a god send
he had friends now.all clean all sober ,all positive
protective
Vic carried around  his copy  of Enways like a bible
even crafting a clear book jacket for it
someone had told him that although the book was of course inert everything,every symbol ,every gesture.every sentiment meant something
he never used the word Holy
but the reverence he felt toward his mentors in Higher Function
could not be described as anything else.
the money he spent on classes toward Higher Function were reasonable
and Kathy did not mind making concessions


there was a party when Vic finished and passed the Measured Learning courses
she was used to some of the "gang"all friendly and accommodating,except Vic's rather stand offish mentor  Bob who had an odd way of shaking hands for a little too long and what katy believed was intentionally  off putting eye contact
upon their first meeting
he whispered,still not letting go of her hand,"you've got the look"
Kathy glanced around ,pulling back her hand to see if Vic had noticed this rather strange directness
smiling ,she excused herself to the kitchen to get more snacks
most in the group did not drink,believing any mind altering substance inhibited spiritual growth
Bob ,who most called "the tire" for reasons Kathy didn't understand joined her in the kitchen.Avoiding purposely her "do you mind" look.Purposely he stood too close as she mixed a bag of pretzels with potato chips
"tonight .when you dream I want you to think of a giraffe"
"how could I not Bob"she said referring to the giant poster that Vic was told to hang in the bedroom  to help with his visualizations.
The poster was sacred enough to cost Vic 150.000$
A simple rendering of a giraffe Kathy argued they could have printed out themselves at the Kinko's
"but it wouldn't have the logo on it.And it wouldn't be approved"
"approved for what"
Vic smiled ,a "secret" smile he had acquired in the last months of Measured Learning.A smile that said i know Things you don't .
Bob moved around the kitchen looking at random objects,reading cereal boxes.
Kathy wondered  briefly if he was going to try to make a move but that wasn't really the vibe he was giving off.
Out of nowhere Bob "the tire" started laughing
"and she couldn't quite put her finger on it,although "she's got the look"he said leaving the kitchen
That night as Vic lay snoring next to her Kathy stared at the 150$ giraffe over the TV
and forced herself to think of any other animal but it.Frogs,pigs,fish.
anything but giraffes

Vic was now ready for the Higher Function workload
and work load it was
hours of reading
he needed more and more time alone he said
when Kathy mentioned the expense of HF Vic glared through her
telling her she had no idea ,no idea what so ever
 there seemed to be something darker .more serious about his gaze

she pictured them all putting on strange red hats .a fez.or maybe capes of some kind at these meetings
that was as far as she had ever gotten.They didn't drink.Or play cards.It was not or no longer was a confessional or therapy

she had watched him sit for hours.in the dark.staring at a full glass of orange juice
he had one of his fingers at temple ,his head slightly toward the left.both feet rigidly apart.His other hand loosely grasping his ragged copy of Into the Enway
when she asked what he was doing
he waved her away

his fixation on the juice induced her to approach the juice herself as if it held magical properties.
"get away from it!" he yelled."you're messing it up!" he yelled
"it's a glass of orange juice Vic!"
"i was doing something to it" he said getting up from the chair making a move for the door
"you ruin everything ." he said slamming it

alone in the room,still shaken from the exchange she dropped the cell phone when it rang,It was Vic,calling to apologize she assumed
"don't touch the juice "he said "do you understand?"
She looked at the juice.And than she heard a rapping on the window ,Vic had his face pressed up to it
"don't even LOOK at the juice .You'll ruin it."
not knowing what to do .not quite knowing whether to laugh or cry she pulled on her jacket,grabbed her car keys .

she drove to a bookstore and picked up a copy of Enways
next to another store where she bought a glass and a container of orange juice
not wanting to go home she checked herself into a nearby motel
and set up the glass as Vic did,positioning the chair and herself across from it
She laughed,picturing someone looking in at her.from the outside.
was she supposed to be confrontational with the juice.or pleading.
did she want the glass to move or did she want the juice to somehow empty itself
she skimmed through Enways as she remembered doing once before when she was a girl.When there were advertisements for it on the TV.There was nothing whatsoever about juice or glasses.or Giraffes
but maybe Enways was an introduction to Higher Function
she laughed to herself.and made a move to drink the damn juice when her phone buzzed
it was a text.
from Bob
it's about first of all not feeling silly doing it at all
as if in a film she looked around the motel room for cameras
wondering how on earth this "bob 'the tire"knew where she was or what she was doing
you got the look her phone responded in kind
She dialed the number which Bob picked up before even the first ring went through
"it's not good to talk on the phone," he said,"I will meet you."

they met at a service station nearby
"some people can do it ,some can't. Vic can't.He never will.It's genetic .Or something The ones who can't pay for the ones who can.They get discipline out of it,they get "self help" they get it together.Do you understand.But there are some.Like you.I saw it ,Felt it the moment I met you that it's all about.Do you understand?"He held up a small pouch of silvery powder.in a plasticine bag"
"i don't do drugs"she said as he placed the bag in her hand
Handing it back she noticed there was a tear in the bag which had gotten trace amounts on her palm,which she began wiping on her shirt when bob stopped her.
"don't rub it in,it'll be too much.On your first go: he removed a tissue from his pocket and gently  feathered the reminding residue from her hand.
Confused,angry she walked back to her car.Not sure whether to drive back to the hotel or home.
"I will be with you,have no fear.Do you understand.No Fear"

surrounded by crazy.
surrounded by crazy she fumed driving back to the motel.Once inside she flung the glass of juice against the wall and laid down on the bed
next to the baby giraffe which nuzzled her cheek
is this OK she "heard " Bob say
does it matter if it isn't?she "said"
it's not good to talk on the phone

I will meet you and you will meet THEM






THEY did not want to understand
THEY did not want to be understood

THEY wanted something else....

it had something to do with the new communication
with Intraneural Interface
that was coming
that was HERE

it would bring the end

and it would bring
the Beginning

of The New Way

The Book of Elroy

they zap me from all ends

I saw an ad for controlling dogs with
directed energy

you can't "see it" here..in this pic(above)
cuz it's not tv
 and you can't see the SYMBOLIC blue waves going bing bing bing

that don't mean
there aren't waves and stuff going bing bing bing
from the remote in this model's nicely manicured  hand(above)

when you turn on any  wireless or your phone you don't see no blue wavy lines

still your gadgets are

sending and receiving signals

so you kinda understand
that
 I type like hell cuz no blue waves are
comin" out of my noggin
and the[powers that seize
have found me
an "Unresolvable"

I type like hell even though my arm is suddenly cramped up
cuz ...
I seem to have
 over stepped..
and wrote about something

untoward..

you kidding me?I graph...
YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?
you all should be damn proud of yourselves
making
and crafting
....
so sorry I cannot respect
my elders
for
playing with fire..

.....I'm not the only one raised this way

fuckkkkk no!

I just turned out all wrong you see..

they do all kinda waked shit to you

and expect you

to follow some

theory

of

.....behavior////

like I was some math problem

rather than some human

 

 

Neuronautics is about

Signals

and Energy Going Beyond

naturalism

to some kinda super

kinda naturalism

 

this..

I will not

get into

 

you fuck with

with something enough

you

escape any which way you can

 

their motto is - "if you don't bend a wing it won't fly"

 

and now
 just want me

to go away
like it never
happened

like
this experiment
was
a mistake

......
or at least
my
part in it was...

(rightnow the muses sing....we will do this to you and that....we will do this and that...will they?
is that
really
the thing that will make
one's soul and mind

RIP and Roar.....past

and toward

TRY IT!....let's give it a whack

physical torture....has made many a Psalm sung

I believe there's even some dude
that
asked for it...

GEEEEEE sus....
and all that

//////////////////
talk about  sociological physics and quantum variations of provoked potentials

pop!


oooh they've tried everything to
hurt me

their little posse beats me up sometimes....
their fancy cars nip at me
their angry faces leer and glare at me...

Where the Wild Things are

where the Wild Things mare

 

for reasons

for treasins

 

where the wild things dare

where the wild things share.

 

for seasons

and

weeding

 

that new seasons

 

bring bring bring-1962

from

"Songs my Mother Haunt Me "

Parasol Press(pg 32)

 

 

 

roasted mules

"I mean if some entity .i dont care where it came from came into your life .wouldnt you just enjoy it.accept it.appreciate it.keep it to yourself?"Evan  Rainy said,slurring his words,now on his 4th beer

""

"what did you expect Evan..."she asked

"I expected what we shown when they asked for volunteers...the point of view of someone going down on a bob sled,or a rollercoaster"

"so  HE was supposed to spend his life on some roller coaster or bobsled?

how long does a roller coaster ride last?"

----------------------------------------------------------2-------------------------------------------------

 raised

 for Merge

2nd generation

Neuronautics

 

 

his entire childhood scripted..allotted

 

and sequenced

toward imprint and associations.

 

his young adulthood

spent

.

warehoused...

 on pause

.one of his

"Ground Bound " mandlers

slipped him something

in his drink

that

derailed him

 

once again

 

some drug quite similar to the ones

his

Progressive Parents...made sure he received

at age 7 and one half years and again ...at 14 and 2 months

timing was everything

 

with

 

the Children of the New Way

perhaps YOU yourself

 

have been raised

 

for Interface

?

 

perhaps The Entity hasn't appeared quite yet...

 

because

you are not ready

willing or able

 

yet

to Co consciousness

 

I can get you in

ya know...

whether you were raised for it or not

 

70 thousand bucks

and they can get started...

 

making you

see feel and taste

the

future

 

 

I'd sell my grandmother ,Evan has Imparted for a few hundred bucks

my folks sold me

for an idea-ology

they didn't realize

that money

would become

 

all that mattered...

 

someone shoulda steered the the times

like they steered the crimes committed

by these progressive types..

 

<I coulda been a contender<"

Evan sighs..

than

over lays Brando...

"saying it

The Right Way

 

a small

photo of Montgomery Clift...appears..

a before and after

rather than marlon

 

and I

think to my Mentors...

"you glitched"

 

The Facetaker appears to assure me they have not...

and I feel the tweaking of smooth muscles

in my jaw and palate...

 

I have said too much?

\

I back off

 

trust me...I have seen what

they can do

to reign you in

 

 

.

 

it was decided

 

that certain keynote impediments would necessarily be made

to render J's psyche

injured to such an extent

that J

could not

ruin the presets...involved

in the task

of ...

"Stylized Living"

 

the jettison of all adult capabilities. Ethics and efficacy

had their perks

 

as

placed friends

were always willing to lead J astray

 

Hooligan  Donkey Boys they were called..

who would lead

  the little pup..

the "PUP/ Pet" of a man ...down and down

and down

   the rabbit hole

 

reverse brain engineering required

a map

and Situationals provided

J's Mandlers

a rigid guided timeline of

ritualized existence

 

 

 

 

a program

created in the mid 60's

to create "the Referential Man"

and for this reason and this reason alone

Merge could not ''kill him off"

 

at least not quite yet..

" Oh you don't know..it's very hush hush but everybody knows..Oh please tell me you don't know...well I can't say ,it's a thing they've been working on since the late 80's...tv darhling what do you think
I'm talking about ..the silicon valley BEFORE their was a silicon valley and every studio from here to France had a piece in it..now everyone says what what..we did what what," Megan says into the phone,more into the phone than to Barbara,a 5th choice friend for phone chats,"yes interneural interface,I won't explain it again", "
". Brad says I shouldnt talk about it but he talks of nothing else,I swear he keeps a monitor near our bed,he tracks this guy's every moveHe doesnt call him by name just Demon,"Mega says eating pieces of a fruitrollup Ash left near the sink,. ".I try to read it but you have to use a special headset and you have to be able to decipher things,and Brad said it could be dangerous getting into a mind like that,supposedly he has inroads or something with ..I don't know..forces or something?Adam.adam Parker ,the actor yes the adam parker uses the headset too..why?
"why because according to parker  Demon is like the demon himself  after all He is called Demon ,.sick sick sick and we're not talkin s-i-c- we're talking s-i-c-K with a big K...from what i hear."
" They assumed demon was dead,everyone was so damned paranoid back than remember how everyone acted at Shelly's bat Mitzvah ?1994.June,you remember,it was like a funeral,poor Shelly...Well this guy who they thought I dont know died or something like comes back.to LA' ..they supposedly never tried it again",Megan says "what do you mean never tried what again.Interneural interface,it's illegal"My god I'd have been better off talking to the maid Megan thought,reaching into the pantry for another fruit roll up.".. I assume half the actors working today use interneural interface.half of these people can't even read. but this guy, this demon, was like a test version and they drove him god damn nuts,he took all this speed and started like seeing shit or something with Parson Nilson of all people at the helm.Parson Nilson "she shouts into the phone hoping brenda can sense her eye roll,"he used to be in herman's hermits or something..anyway they just wanted to cover it up..they picked the wrong guy.who knew he was a speed freak. or a demon or whatever he is.
well demon it seems is writing a screenplay or something.but he doesnt know it was just some..acting device so people wouldnt need scripts or sight lines  or something.
"well brenda I assume it was for acting ,what else would it be for?"any  of course Demon  assumes it's like angels or devils and shit..well Harry took a picture of demon, drinking lemonaide at a starbucks.whats he look like not much i can tell you that much i was expecting horns or something the way they talk but lemonaide?at starbucks?..."

the powers that seize(intraneural intervention)

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

chicken fat hinky dinky

Evan Rainy sat on the edge of the desk.

It was an informal meeting.or had been set up to appear that way.

Only 150 people .

Trainees ,part of the "Neuronautics"family that believed in the Science -ideology of things rather than the "Sentiment-ologies of G-d
Trainees,who would become Neuronauts
 

Cameras were placed in obvious places around the room.

It was the only obvious recording device displayed

prior to the meeting of potential Neuronautic Representative Candidates,those that would present neuro insert devices,neural gathering headsets and Impart corrective neural output programs shore to shore to brand and non brand companies in and out of the public sector a new microwave technology that could both collect neural brain waves AND Impart such without any insertion devices whatsoever was being tested .This no-tell technology whose only drawback was that the person or persons being read and read to had to be within 4 miles of the portable transmission ,really a souped up fMRI machine that had recently become part of The New Way now that enough subjects had been cross referenced to help the high speed computers decode the mind's unique pulsation ,which over the past 4000 years had been trained to “think” in words .. as this was a candidacy program for selling methodology and patented equipment the computers were calibrated this afternoon to forego intellectual property and focus on intent and causation..for there were always a few “moles' from proxy cyber at these gatherings.

“Now suppose,”Evan said,”for a moment that there was a technology that could decode your thoughts.A technology that deciphers the private interior monologue ,that deciphers someone's hopes,dreams ,fears,triggers,and secrets.Look at the person next to you,look into their eyes..I've been told that the eyes are the windows to one;s soul...but tell me..what do you see,what soul do you see looking into that person next to you's eyes.Nothing.You see if they have blue eyes ,or almond colored eyes,or hazel eyes..unless we have a bona fide psychic here I doubt very much anyone is seeing any windows into someone's soul.

Evan stands up

and moves to the podium,he rubs his hands together,and pauses ..as if just now remembering the story he has told over 7 times this week.

“when I was in my early 20'S. I worked at a large company.

We sold window blinds.

My father ,maybe you've heard of him is gary rainy,the man who began the Neuronautics movement in the mid 1960's,

I was raised on Neuronautics and I will raise my children as such..

but my father didn't want me riding on his coat tails..he told me to “go forth “and make my own way

and than and only than decide if “The New way” was my way

so away I went

into the “real world”

and worked for a boss in window blind company .

The boss wore funny shoes.

Nurse's shoes.

I assume he had trouble with his feet and women;s nursing shoes were the only shoes he was comfortable in.

Every day one would hear something or other,some kind of joke or insinuation about The Boss's funny shoes

One day I had enough.And began keeping a small notebook on my person to begin keeping an account of all those people who spoke behind his back of his “funny shoes”

At the chrismas party I told the boss that I had a gift for him

I gave him the list of people who over the previous 5 months I had heard laughing at the man who paid their salries,kept food on their tables and a roof over their heads.

He thanked me for the gift by proptly firing all those on the list that very day.

And do you kn ow what

do you know what a pleasure it was to return to work the following week and not be around

such negative influence?

Maybe another man ,another boss would not have cared about my list.

Maybe another boss would have liked being a source of laughter for his employees and would have appreciated the false smiles and brown nose activities of these sources of betrayl.

Linda N observed the minute changes in brain wave activity of the 150 potential sales representatives to the word “betrayal.”

For a moment Linda's eyes locked on Evan's

she held up four fingers on here left hand as there appeared to be 4 individuals in the group whose neurals reacted in a diplaced manner 0.7 seconds after the word was uttered.

She would ask Nikoli to work the buffet table and make sure these 4 potential Ruiners were given “digestables”

The digestible nano traveled on a virus strand that would linger around the small intestines until imbedding itself securely into the Ruiner's frontal lobe, and in a week's time “a dent” could be put into the Mentor's task of decoding their thoughts.

Later she would decide if “the Face Dances” nano should be added to the read.

“Face Dances”nano apps brought in a lot of extra money for intraneural “watchers ” that liked to play “Pieces”

billions of pinhole sized nano filaments

that could swarm together to alter a Ruiner's appearance at the touch of a few buttons.

The Cosmetic surgery that came and went

was also what helped train or reign in those going through The Process like a bit does a horse

also looking in the mirror to often all but spoiled the illusion of being inside the mind and body of

both mentors and watchers during interface

and good looks

also served as a primal reward .

As bad looks served as punishment

“Face Dances” also served Linda thought as a delightful “prop” during Nikoli's Muralist's scenarios during week 53 of

“voice to skull “/”voice of god” re-education
Nikoli had begun eatiung too much candy and it reflected badly on Neuronautics

so it was Fieger's job to teach Nicky to show some respect
Figer was loaned a  top screenwriter on loan from United Artist's for the Neural overlay which began with a sift
  through Nikoli's previous scans
once  rife with material for even an inexperienced Muralist
but by than
 one had to sit through   endless  hours of “what's going on,what's happening to me "neural whining and passive fleeting resitance (thus Linda supposed the "candy problem), to find a gold mind in a stray thought  or assumption that could be parlayed into a theme.. thank goodness for a loose thought during Face Dances where ,upon seeing his face "morph" tempoaraily in the mirror  made Nikoli ponder that he was a projected hologram,not real anymore at all,with this thought ,this wonderful grain of an idea already in Nikoli's sometimes handsome head , it wasn't a stretch ,if one knew what one was doing to push the notion further..

“ YOU ARE A HOLOGRAM NIKOLI!.Fieger Imparted directly into Nikoli's temporal lobe "WE SHALL KEEP YOU ALIVE FOREVER.WE ARE DEVELOPING PAIN THRESHOLD NEURALITIES THAT WILL MAKE YOUR CAPTURED SOUL FEEL PAIN AND THINK YOUR HOLOGRAPHIC BODY IS REAL

Linda was on headset and literally began ROFL

Oh what THEY fell for

it never ceased to amaze her.

But than again nobody had ever overridden her hippo campus with United Artist  enhanced overlays of

of horror show intraneural

yet it did get Nicky to lay off the extra carbs 

 so many dates at the time
and after what they refered to as " Hologram Man" night
he lost "the little belly" that so dipleased "the patrons" at Parasol Pictures

Oh poor Nikoli

running down the street ,holding his head like it was on fire ,screaming and screaming

telling the ER Dr.”no I didn't take any PCP.I was made into a hologram by Parasol Pictures"
"sure you were ,sure you were ,the Dr said

right before they shoving   his than puny arm up with  enough Haldol to park a Blue Elephant.

the Gang had tried a similar intraneural  "intervention" concerning holograms on a young coke head  actor on a popular FX series but the poor lad had ended up killing his landlady and  jumping from his rooftop

Why so serious indeed ..

linda still kept YOU ARE A HOLOGRAM Neural mix  tape

 and played  it on the headset whenever she felt lonely for the" old days" when intraneural was geared more towards Fun than Money or Power

Gary rainy in his communions with a “Nigher Power” had learned that disfigurement was a Primal concern of early man

and more specifically “early man “management of The Neuronautic Family


   Evan was just finishing his "now why did I just take my shirt off "routine ..and was now in a bare chested except for a dark blue suit vest,and in Linda's opinion could use a few hologram man dreams himself to lay off the late night snacks...

  Those people I had put on my list ,the one's who laughed at the bosses "funny shoes"were not just mocking their employer,but they were mocking the neural atmosphere or as my father calls it ,The Enway itself.The Enway which was the very air arounnd me that breathe din ,that i took into  my very being  for that 14 monthes I worked at the window blind factory.Neuronautics teaches us that one puts their negative sensations ,their neural rot.their ENROTIC TENDANCIES into the actual atmosphere.Not metaphorically but literally.And becomes this ENROT goes into the ENWAY it matters not a hinky dinky if one compensates for their "badness" by presenting in such a fashioin that masks such dubious interiors.....

: SYSTEM AND METHOD FOR AUTOMATICALLY AUTHORING INTERACTIVE DIRECT NEURAL INTERFACE-Proxy Cybernetics

 

 

I receive

 

a graph

a waking dream-

a pack they call it
a pack is a jolt
of instant information

like a condensed book
from Reader's Digest
but this has to do more with film
and the teachings of Gary Rainy...
sometimes it's just Gary Rainy's Neural Template
toward the end
Gary couldn't write no more
and just thought and thought and thought
all day and all night long into this kinda tape machine that only records
brain signals...

I didn't ask to
be retaught
they  gave me drugs and stuff
and said
the New Way
would reparent  me through what's called immersive reality rundowns
and remote neural monitoring
than brain computer interface with mentors

from the New Way

I call the Mentors  ..Mandlers

they placed this lotion stuff on my arm
in the lotion
was something called Merge
which is like their fancy name for nano bio sensors
that make you
open Minded.....for brain computer interface

don't knock the Lock...they say
don't fink on 'the Link"

I used to be more
...uh

 reticent
but dude
you try
doing this shit 24/7
.......and try to remain sane


and than just start yappin about online like your life depends on it..
aside from the absolute subservience
and domination a complete sensory  over ride provides.
it's awesome...
but if they turn on you
or you on them

WELL
 you just type faster
and faster

....cuz in time you'll just be

gone..

every one pays for tripping..
even if they're tripping via what they call psychotronic Mind Augment..

it was
sign up for this shit
or spend
24 months in jail
for intent to distribute meth

shoulda just done my time
but it all sounded so cool
they said I'd be an Urban Astronaut...
I just couldn't tell anyone

like who'd fuckin believe me...

the reason they don't want you talking I think is cause they
use movies
all the time
to express...or create what they call Neuro linguistics...and Symbiotic ...referential.."pivot points
...they have to have like a ...standardized way of
shaping ..
a person


and film..
and tv

is
their main tool

they said I could participate cuz I was diagnosed Autistic when I was little
and that's why all I can do is draw "those sick paintings' and do drugs

and they said all this nasty shit back when 'we sorta got along'

boy ,,you can't imagine what they say and think at me now...

that's why I am writing and typing like a fiend..
to get them to stop



but they just want me to STOP writing
and explain ...that
all relationships and shit have
low points
but these dudes will say anything
to drive you deeper and deeper into a state of lunacy
dependence
and "yes sir"

no way to live I tell you
how'd you like some
bully in your head ...making you see shit and hear shit and sense stuff

                                                                               (  2)

I see Jessica Lange first in season one of American Horror Story
next being
carried up the twin towers
next
as some lawyer in what appears to be Poland or something
(and hear another voice say ,"He didn't see that one....you want a Pepsi? the machine ran out of Coke?)

I think of coke

and feel a hit
of it

through me

and cannot help but think kindly

but the "hit"
wasn't sent as
reward
........but focus

in the corner of my mind ..and next in the corner of an ashtray I see Francis Farmer
and next see
a satellite type dish

and some
man in a helmet with his hand in some glove
and his other hand on some lever..

I see what looks like a jolt of lightning

than
I see Jack Nicolson
and some Indian placing a pillow on Nicholson's face

"we can beam more than perception," a voice says
we can
Clear
sections of your mind
that seem to be getting in the way would you like that Dumbo?'would ya?"

I quickly think YES YES I fuckin would at this point....

"I'd be careful what I thought for the next several hours kiddo..."The voice says

I try to undo my sarcastic
interface...

but I don't try hard enough

and the voice
send me a vision
and Inner Vision of
an icepick
and than
the ice pick becomes

..."all these fuckin waves and beams .....Dumbo can't seem ta" shut up about can he...?"

I can,I graph...

I think I can...I think I can I ....I can't help
     graphing .....some vision of some train  and some version of

"some version of childishness and passive aggressive attack on your superiors...go draw something ...go fuck something..." the voice says


"hmmm "I respond....automatically ....weighing the options presented

"know what would get this cry of yours for help ...answered? "the voice says and I see in my mind's eye a gun....

I get up quickly and
put on the dog collar the voice told me to buy last week...

and make my way to the truckstop

 

 

 

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you become
a drone.
linear
is not how the mind works
they smack at you and hit you to "try to get it to work"
like you're a pinball machine" on tilt"

all the while
they judge you
"you're doing "it" on purpose"

 

one begins to feel
like an abused child.
but this abuse
is different....it's all encompassing....terrifying...and deliberate

you cannot help but LISTEN
but

the "method"was designed to mirror thought and seek inconsistencies and the "currents" of signal
and
x = x
input = output.
pre-neural firing causations and evoked potentials

you try to listen
but this language
 is algorithm
a loop
a Mobius strip of white and black noise

but it is personal
pretend all you want
it I   s  not

 

all the leaves are brown

"don't let one hand know what the other is doing... we need to find  different ways of doing the same thing concerning Mind Transcription...we don't need our competitors discovering novel approaches....make some findings known but keep most findings ...vague...this is good for "in house" one upmanship that often leads to scientific breakthroughs

....we can do what we like
to whomever we like

there are no Rules

our primary bids and subsidies allow us and force us to keep most advancements discrete....this also allows us to not divulge certain aspects of our work....nor  our stocks"_-

Valerie Prentis ,on Direct Neural Interface 2007

`1999

Sci/Tech
Looking through cats' eyes

Fuzzy but recognisable

By BBC News Online Science Editor Dr David Whitehouse
These are the first pictures from an extraordinary experiment which has probed what it is like to look through the eyes of another creature. As reported on BBC News Online last week, a team of US scientists have wired a computer to a cat's brain and created videos of what the animal was seeing. By recording the electrical activity of nerve cells in the thalamus, a region of the brain that receives signals from the eyes, researchers from the University of California at Berkeley were able to view these shapes. The team used what they describe as a "linear decoding technique" to convert the signals from the stimulated cells into visual images. Dr Yang Dan, Assistant Professor of Neurobiology at UC Berkeley, Fei Li and Garrett Stanley, now Assistant Professor of Biomedical Engineering at Harvard University conducted 11 experiments. They recorded the output from 177 brain cells that responded to light and dark in the cat's field of view.

A cat's-eye view of a woodland scene

In total, the 177 cells were sensitive to a field of view of 6.4 by 6.4 degrees. As the brain cells were stimulated, an image of what the cat saw was reconstructed. The first example is a face. Although the reconstructed image is rather fuzzy, it is clearly recognisable as a version of the original scene. It is possible that a clearer image could be obtained by sampling the electrical output of more cells. In the cat's brain, as in ours, the signals from the thalamus cells undergo considerable signal processing in the higher regions of the brain that improve the quality of the image that is perceived. Taking an image from a region of the brain before this image enhancement has taken place will result in a poorer image than the cat is able to see. The other two examples show two woodland scenes, with tree trunks being the most prominent objects. By being able to tap directly into the brain and extract a visual image the researchers have produced a "brain interface" that may one day allow the control of artificial organs and indeed machines by thought alone. It is also conceivable that, given time, it will be possible to record what one person sees and "play it back" to someone else either as it is happening or at a later date.

A clearer image could be obtained by sampling more cells

 

 

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