My relations with bees

Honey bees, according to NBC news, are suffering from a mysterious disorder that has resulted in large population loss, on the order of 30% since 2006. NBC noted that honey bees are necessary for pollenation of crops that humans depend on for food, and cannot be replaced by other agents.

It is my belief that honey bees can identify humans by their irises because the bees have compound eyes that observe a complex logic that enables this identification of mammals on a selective basis where bees desire to take a certain ecological stand. I believe that bees identified Moses as he floated down the river as a baby, and used him to gain some control over the Egyptian domains. I believe that bees identified me when I tortured them as a child, and are responsible for my rise to unusual high position, and then for my casting into oblivion and loss of my chances to win a Ph.D. in astronomy at Yale, an M.A. in architecture at IIT, and certain Chicago opportunities, though this last loss is being contested.

These poor relations between bees and myself are most unfortunate. I was young and reckless when I committed my offense and now regret it. However, ecology seems to be working in my favor now, despite the cost that might be paid by the human species as a whole. I could tolerate downsizing of the species due to loss of crop production. If it means an end to my enduring bad luck, I'm all for it.

Having crossed that bridge, I declare that I favor 100% population loss of honey bees--extinction.

On Islam, and other things.

Muhummad had the advantage of knowing the work of Jesus. Jesus had the advantage of knowing the work of Moses. Moses suffered more than Jesus or Muhummad and I think had a greater effect than they did. He probably wasn't interested in history. I feel no need to position him, as that is probably not the way to understand his importance. I would hope the same is true of me since I have made the claim to be something of an equal to him. I judge myself on my effects, and I have a need to keep my discipline as high as necessary to achieve my potential. I have argued that war is a consequence of a poor relationship between mankind and his perported CNS regulator, that is, bacteria, and specifically mankind's decision to put his dead in coffins. I don't think anything less than abandonment of that pracitce will bring about an end to war. It is an arbitrary practice and one might think it easy enough to abandon, but there are many such arbitrary practices by mankind and how is one to settle on this one as more significant that the others? It is an impossible approach, the straightforward abandonment of the said practice. Besides that, it just has no sense of global values, but only would seem to emerge from a basically retarded motive with respect to the problem on earth. Ending war is an object of gratification in terms of any individual espousing it. The motive has to be decentralized. A world of no kings or hierarchies would result from decentralized senses, although this is a lie. Vast expanses of individuals would find equality amidst themselves, and competition would lie around momentary objectives. But certain understandings would separate out sets according to unattainable function. It is a matter of value.

The pinion on the economy is of both Moses and Osiris.

The pinion I have on the economy, dating from the stock market crash of 2008, has inner detail resting not only in the story of Moses but also that of Osiris. The essential departure from the tale of Moses is that this is not a simple destruction of the established power, rather a replacement of the established economy with a new one centered on means I have created or assembled from my travels and investigations.

No connection between me and the Jews, despite the analogy with Moses.

I have on occasion referred to myself with the terms, "the successor to Moses." This usage is misleading and I regret using it without any clarification of the fact that there is in it no implication whatsoever with respect to the Jews. Moses was tied to the Jewish race by birth and by personal identification with it that came later in his life than his earlier position of privilege within the Egyptian culture. I have no such tie or personal identification with the Jews. I do not attribute what I saw to an entity called God. I consider it instead to be a natural phenomenon that has enabled me to have a significant effect on my surroundings, these being those of a mentally ill person living in a nursing home for the mentally ill. It seems clear that there is something of an analogy between the Jews' role in the life of Moses and the mentally ill's role in my life. I don't bother to look for an analogy in my life for the parting of the Red Sea. First, it seems unlikely that anything like the event as depicted in the movie, The Ten Commandments, actually occurred. Second, I gather that I am something more of a scientist than Moses was, and expect more of a scientific process from myself rather than a magical one.

There is no doubt in my mind that what I did for the community in the nursing home where I live at this writing was something eligible to be called a miracle. I am myself at a loss to explain the particular acts I took, except for the ones related to the line-ups here, which are more simple in conception even though they too were very difficult under the conditions that existed at the time. What I said in the dining room I doubt I will ever find a way to explain. It was said in such utter turmoil, was so at pains to improve the situation, and drew from such an extreme ramp-up of understanding toward the creation of a positive effect, that explaining it will forever be a less useful and because of that a less likely action. It appears the effect is permanent, and done with such finality that my own fate is less tied to the mentally ill now than Moses's fate was tied to the Jews after he worked his magic at the Red Sea. My reading of this is that all of the mentally ill here have a greatly expanded field in which to seek their fortunes, and my fate is to seek my fortunes like the rest of them. Thankfully, I have no role in serving the mentally ill any more. I am at work on my personal understanding of mental illness and if I am successful in it I expect to benefit personally and not share my understanding with others, others having completely rejected the initial stages of development of my work.

Such is the path of logistical division between myself and H. sapiens.

Humor in a modern biblical figure.

One of the most important qualities of any modern day biblical figure is a sense of humor. Anticipation of a biblical figure has concentrated on a successor to Jesus. Such a figure would have little room for a sense of humor. Jesus had none. Thus there is no ground on which to build one, for anyone taking him as a predecessor.

I am no Christ. Jesus is not my predecessor and I don't often look to him for inspiration. On the other hand Moses is my predecessor and I often look to him for inspiration. I try not to picture him as Charlton Heston. I find that hard to do. It might seem tempting to point to him and say everyone should respect me the way the audience of his film is led to respect him. This is a hazardous route. If I am a successor worthy of the name then there should be ample validation in the record as supplemented by my own telling of my life story. And here is where the sense of humor earns its keep. So much sacrifice and relentless misfortune needs a balancing theme. It is an immediate restorer of peace to think that humor is a deep part of my own approach to life, not taking myself too seriously and accentuating my peerfulness. This way my friends throughout my life can enjoy each one a stake in the transcendence I have carved out of the misfortune, as my good friends and comrades at all the many stages of the story, and as assessors, going forward, of the many ironies and absurdities of it all.

The nine videos in the sidebar go far in one direction and the moments of humor are well distributed throughout. It is this aspect that I rely on to remind me of the responsibility I have to keep the whole thing light. It is surely a sign of success to be able to laugh at the ridiculousness of one's own attempts at standing out from people one needs as brothers and equals. It is admittedly a laughter on a deep level, but such is the nature of the thing and the place where the humorous side emerges in my thinking. On that I can rely with freedom to be zealous, where my own humor gets its biggest boost.

Taking the scientific approach.

The previous post makes good sense. Time to build upon it.

There is nothing set in stone that says the Moses factor, by virtue of my having seen on a building the same fire Moses saw on a bush, requires that my enemy be my father and his supporters. It is up to me to determine who my enemy is. Once I have done that, I can then begin to relate it to why I saw the burning building. Fear is not a superior weapon. It is basically confusion, and not to be applied to a scientific enterprise. Though I have not been true to this view, and dealt out vague threats based on the connection to Moses, those are part of the learning curve. Not all of the effects of having a predecessor a few thousand years ago are inherently good. It is not easy for any successor to a role of much acclaim, including mantles that pass within the same generation. I hope that the way I have used the role of Moses does not prevent me from amending it. The fact that so little commitment has been made by me or others, with regard to the mantle of Moses, is certainly helpful in this regard. With science driving my interpretation of facts, there is some chance of success for me, and for my enterprises joined in, in some cases, by others who may also be reassured by the role I give to science.

This stance is broad. Many paths come to mind, but better to allow the land to settle.

unit prophetic value

It is my understanding that all the world's major religions expect the appearance of a prophet to bring in a new epoch. Each of them has its own image of what such a person would be like. They all seem to expect some sort of super-power endowed person.

I am not super-power endowed.

I am tempered by homelessness.

Another thing religions seem to expect is that a prophet will serve mankind, perhaps with a sharp tongue, and expect nothing in return.

Ho Ho.

I expect quite a bit in return.

I have gone through every bit as much a trial as Moses did, and I am every bit as able to see mankind's ills and wrongs. I also observe mankind's better qualities, but he sees these himself and doesn't need me to point them out.

But this is putting it in Moses's terms. My place is not to feed off of Moses. It is my privilege to have been able to stow away the experience of seeing the same fire Moses did and not relate it to anyone. I have lived without benefit of seeing that fire, establishing a lifestyle and avoiding becoming dependent upon individuals or corporations, and becoming a fairly regular fellow. But this is in fact a deception, passively developed. My place is impelled by certainty that all the trials I have undergone amount to unit prophetic value. I don't need to be introduced by the words, "the man who suffered xyz." I can be introduced by the words, "the man who saw what Moses saw." Then people will not be surprised if I do surprising things. One of the most surprising things I can do in that case is doing nothing surprising.

I don't know, what do you think? Is that enough for today?

Yes, let's stop here.

prophet

In 1992 I saw on a building the fire that Moses saw on a bush thousands of years ago.

How am I to interpret this? There was no voice. There were no instructions.

To make the situation more difficult to interpret, I had three experiences leading up to seeing this fire in which my body was vacated by a low tone, stirring my bones and blasting through my eyes, leading me to assemble the terms os, for bones, and iris, for eyes, into the term "osiris". This makes a second Egyptian waysign.

I am not on a schedule. If I give myself a certain number of days to devote myself to a task, I can generally rely on having those days to so allot.

I have a home base--a psychiatric nursing home--paid for by social security disability and public aid. I have accounts at a bank. These are small. A detailed examination of my finances would be unwise to publish. I have two alma maters.

But my efforts at selling art have been dismal. There is no welcome for me being a success. A few old friends maybe, but nothing large. I remember a feeling of absolute uncaringness surrounding my labors at doing art in a Starbucks store. Not my uncaringness. Others' uncaringness.

I may have talent in art, but I am not perceived as such, and that is what makes success.

I am afraid it makes more sense for me to blaspheme mankind than to pretend to enjoy my situation. I am not in a profit-making place. I am able to consider myself a successor to Moses, so why not do so? If I am cut out for being a prophet, then nothing profitable will work out for me. I'm afraid it has been a waste of time to do art. I thought that the Chicago Mafia would back me up in it, but they haven't. I don't know why. It's time to try something else.

I have been poor enough that I know damn well that mankind is bound up in his profit-making and will not listen to prophetic statements. I don't believe that everything in the bible is true, and I don't assume that Moses was a success. His story might have been made up in some parts. I think he had a big effect, but I don't think I can rely on being his successor as a guarantee I will be a success at being a prophet. It is a difficult thing being a prophet. It is hard enough when God tells you what to do. It is harder still when he doesn't. You would think that me being mentally ill it would just naturally follow that I would hear God talking to me. But not so.

I could write in circles forever. I don't plan to do so.

I'm done for now. You don't participate in my discussion so why should I satisfy your hunger for meaty discourse.

Moses and the burning bush, glenellynboy and the burning building

The story of how I got there is too long to tell now. but there I was. I sighted from my outstretched hand to the building across the street. A fire emerged from the building. It danced around the surface of the building, moving in an intelligent way, investigating the surface, the windows, the walls. It lasted for a number of seconds, then disappeared back into the building. There was no voice. The nature of the fire was variegated. It was compressed into a small linearity. It had a sparkling nature. It was fairly bright, about the intensity of a 200 watt light bulb at the same distance. The story of how I got from there to here is also too long to tell now.

my role in history

You will find in the sidebar videos detailing the course of my life to 2002 a statement by me that I saw a fire very similar to the fire seen by Moses. Now there is and has been for many centuries a preoccupation of many people with anticipating a second coming of the Christ. So clearly I am not answering that call or any of the associated things that people expect of such a second coming. I am not the messiah and I am not a deliverer in that sense. I mention the incident of me seeing Moses's fire only to assist the interpretation of my statements and actions. Anyone wishing to claim to be Jesus coming back is going to have a hard time substantiating that. The Jews have a checklist for a messiah. The Christians have a more fuzzy concept and I can't imagine what a true messiah would go through, either to get to the point of achieving messianic deeds or to get recognition by society as the messiah, certainly a difficult thing to do given the hashing over by Christians of contemporary life as a ground for a messiah to enter. Being a second example of whatever it was that Moses was is in a sense much easier. No one expects a second Moses and there is absolutely no literature or buzz about one. So I am left free to determine for myself what to do about having seen what Moses and no one else saw. The moment I saw it I realized that my life was different from then on. Exactly how I didn't have any idea. That was in 1992. It is now sixteen years later. The videos in the sidebar cover only up to 2002. I have mulled over many parallels between Moses and myself, now that I have some reason to do so. Some things are not parallel. He was raised the son of pharaoh. I was born and raised the son of a lady's hairdresser. He was a jew. I am an atheist, though I have been at times a Christian and a Buddhist and have had some ties to Yoga. The parallels are of interest only if one finds my claim to holding the world economy in my control at least minimally reasonable, and that being at question I will leave those matters to some other time. I have other things to discuss and I will close now.

inaugural post

Welcome one and all! It is with pride and determination I begin this enterprise, having come to it through no small feat of longevity. Many is the time I have been near death's door, pitting my acumen and wits against foe, adversity, hunger, cold, exposure, enmity, misunderstanding, and any number of other similar obstacles to simply getting to the next day ready to do it all again. Well, it's been a trip. Now I'm ready to launch into my endeavor to do what others care not to, because they are too concerned with compromise. If I had been willing to compromise, I would have become a hack like everyone else. Not that I am unaware of the top of the curve, either. I know there are exceptions out there. I saw them in college at Yale. But my position is different, even from them. It is not every milenium that a human sets eyes upon the fire of Moses. If my reading is correct, the last time it was Moses. Then it happened in 1992, here in Chicago--I saw it myself with my own two eyes. Of course I shudder to think of it. The portents are not good for certain dominant entities, just as was the case in Moses's time. I would not be honest if I said I had nothing to do with the Wall Street crisis of the past month. And the end is not in sight. Now I am in a different situation from when I was adrift alone, facing those things of which I just spoke. The tables have turned. And information is flowing in the other direction. Whether the money will too, that's anyone's guess. But the imbalance of resources, between me and the rulers, is now being reduced. Moses wanted the Jews freed. That was his path. Mine is different. I want some resources of my own. and when I get them, by any means legal, I will remove my lock on the economy. It's that simple.

Now I will say a little about the easiest way for me to be given resources. I am not a slacker. I like to work. I have a second B.A. from U.C.S.C. in physics and I am able to serve computer users less skilled than myself as a consultant. I will sit at your side at a computer and get it to do what you want, for $20 an hour. That's pretty cheap. I have taken out some ads in free online classifieds. We'll see if I get any emails from prospective customers.

That should do it for getting this ship assail. I hope we can have a free discussion of anything you want. I'm a pretty good conversationalist, and, despite the grim situation, and my part in it, I'm a pretty compassionate kinda fella. maybe that's my problem.

til next time...