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Zero, A Point of Origin, From Out Of The Blue

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During the course of any day,

A variety of thought flows through my 'way'.

As I view the world from my vantage point:

My family, friends, coworkers;

All of the activities of my day.

This causes thought to bounce around,

And then my 'Point Of View' comes out to play,

This 'point of view' is really me,

'It' looks at more than I can see,

Knows more about the world

Than eye alone could ever see.

One day when thoughts about a book I'd read,

Crept up from deep within my head,

I asked a question: "Zero is an abstraction?

That makes no sense to me.

Zero is a number, but not like 1 or 2 or 3.

Those numbers represent a 'thing'.

How can a number be a 'no thing?"

And then "It" answered me!

"In counting and in calculating,

You must make a start.

Zero marks the 'point' where you depart.

The 'point of origin' you might say.

When 'zero' is behind then you've begun.

You're on your way from 'no thing',

And moving on to 1.

This small rhyme I give to you,

As 'It' passed through to me.

Answers to questions

From out of the blue,

In words and pictures,

From 'It's' remarkable brew.

The book that triggered the thought about 'abstraction' was An Imagined World by June Goodfield.

The year was 1985 as best I can remember that I first read The Imagine World by June Goodfield. The book is unique in it's main idea which is about a young scientist that made an important discovery because she didn't have any preconceived ideas in a certain subject: mouse thymus glands. That particular idea is also very relevant to what the poem means to me. There was an unexpected kind of correspondence with something that happened to me. By the time I was thinking about writing a poem, I had become somewhat familiar with a new kind of event arising from every day situations in my life. When the 'new kind of event' had become familiar because I had so many of them, I'd learned to understand them. Individual events made me feel strange but they developed meaning gradually, after an accumulation of them over that period of not quite 3 years. The word 'coincidence' never occurred to me, it was the timing that caught my attention. Eventually I noticed a perfect timing in that someertain 'thought content' corresponded directly with each individual event.

I had not thought about 'zero' until I'd read the book in which a 9 years old girl wondered to herself about multiplying by zero.

I don't write poetry, and I didn't write this one; it just came out of my hand one day at work utterly spontaneously. My hand wrote it; obviously it came from somewhere in my mind/brain/body, but it was the timing, and the situation in my life at that 'point' in Time, that made it stand out as quite unusual.

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This is a more complete description of the setting and what happened when I read the poem. It triggered an enormous amount of content.

The book is about a young woman whose lack of prior knowledge had caused her to recognize a fact about thymus gland cells that nobody had ever paid attention to! What she saw and wondered to herself about was empty spaces in mouse thymus gland cells, which had been presumed to be normal. Because she had no preconceived notions about what was normal in mouse thymus glands, she wondered about the empty spaces. Should they be there? After many weeks of intense study and 'wondering' she caught a 'glimmer of possibility' that might explain why they were empty. She began to think about other explanations. Then she came to understand that they were not supposed to be empty. Something was somewhere else that ought to be in the empty spaces. She took her time finding reasons to accept her new idea then she told her supervisor.

It took her a long time to convince her superiors to even consider what she had discovered.

This is the most important fact about the book. I had read the jacket of the book and as I read certain words on the jacket they were familiar to be because they had already been in my mind. They were first in my mind, then on the book jacket I experienced a meeting of my own thought with words written in the exterior world. They had emerged in my thought just dimly sensed as words, they 'grew closer to being words' over a period of time. They 'wafted into words' after being 'sensed' in a way that identified them the way a fragrance identifies an object before it's visible.

I had noticed that activity in my mind, the words had emerged as from a distance, somehow sensed before they were 'real words'. At that point, I thought nothing about this, but I remembered it later. The same thing had to happen again, then I wondered to myself about how words in my thought could meet their exact match anywhere.

I had my own reason for taking the Toastmaster class: I had become aware that I'd lost personal volition and this condition had bothered me increasingly. I became aware that I'd lost control of my speech as well as my body. The loss of volition included words coming out of my mouth that did not seem to be my own words. There was a terrible personal situation in my life and this fairly sudden loss of control over what I said really became obvious to me when I 'heard myself' say something I'd not thought about, even once. It was a loss I didn't identify when it happened the first time, or the second time. A few years, event filled years, (1982-1987)had to scroll through Time before I pinpointed that attribute.

I felt helpless eventually when it seemed I couldn't say what I wanted to say, but I did not realize at that point that a great change in my mind had occurred. I was watching everything in the exterior world but I had begun to see what was going on in my mind primarily. Primarily my thought was what I looked at and listened to. What was in my mind was 'thought', a new kind of thought. Then a difference in my normal thought that was new to me, slowly joined this new kind of thought, and that made me curious about it. I 'watched' a scrolling stream of thought, day and night after fall of 1981. It's content in the beginning was a about a dream I'd had at about that point in Time, although I didn't connect the thought with the dream. The content of the streaming though made me wonder about it, but I was speechless, inarticulate, literally unable to speak about the content that was so visible in my thought.

It streamed along constantly, day and night, never ceasing. After many experiences in which I recognized that I had observed 'thought' in my mind prior to meeting it's exact match in the exterior world, I wondered how that specificity of content could happen even once in a life, because the content was so specific in each event. This was not something I noticed immediately, it required many unmistakable events of the 'new kind' to happen,

I was 'watching' thought content that was visible from the deepest level of mind, by another level of mind that could not articulate any of that content. It never stopped so that I could sleep or rest. I had to 'watch and listen' to what my body was doing in a way that I'd never experienced even once in the past. Or at that point that's what I believed.

Every word, every action that my body did, seemed to be observable to me in a new way and I had very much concern about my difficulty of speaking predictably. That's one reason I'd taken the Toastmaster's course, I wanted to be able to say what I wanted to say, not hear myself say things I'd never thought about.

The spontaneous speech had begun in a certain situation, but it had rippled out from that situation. It was not possible to say what I intended to say and I could certainly see that words coming from my mouth were not what I intended to say. This circumstance had not been my 'normal' it had begun to come to my attention gradually.

It was several years after 1984 that I realized I was having to 'search for words' I wanted to say, to really have to 'reach', to work for them, I saw within my mind an intense effort, a real struggle to capture the word I needed, then hold it in mind long enough to write it down!!

It is difficult to describe what caused me to 'struggle', I felt an 'urge', I felt driven to do a task that I recognized only after I'd accomplished it! I managed to 'capture' one word from that scrolling stream of thought, hold it in memory long enough to write it down, and I felt a sense of accomplishment! It was a task that I 'felt driven to accomplish', one that occupied my mind for many many months!

Eventually after I'd 'captured' one word, holding it in mind long enough to write it down, I continued to feel 'driven' to say what I wanted to say, which was not what was coming out of my mouth. I saw myself hesitating, stuttering the way I'd observed some toddlers do, yet I was 57 years old.

The idea about how a certain birth inserted '0' into Time, creating a Cartesian like graph in mental space came to my mind after I thought about the poem that had just come out of my mind without any effort from me.

The idea that the Earth is a 'zero in space' from which space exploration has finally been initiated grew steadily more comprehensible from that moment.

But the idea itself had begun to build when I finished a book, The Lord Of Thought by Dougall and Emmett. It was not a new book. The authors intent in the book was to isolate and identify what was different in the life of Jesus. After I'd finished the book, I had a kind of mental event occur that had happened a few times in the past, but only a very few times. A thought bundle, a very large amount of thought, occurred into my mind. The content was information basically, quite new to me but the content caused me to realize the authors had not mentioned the most important details about that particular life: the effect of that life in Time. It had marked a point of beginning, a point of origin in Time.

But a long string of information from other books I'd read by then was essential because the idea would not have occurred to me without the foundation formed from books I'd read and experiences I'd had in my actual life.

To set a context: Prior to reading THAT book, I'd joined a Personal Communication Class and read in it that what we were going to learn had been written in the oldest known documents, the Kagemni fragments, which were 4500 years old.. The teacher said that 4 of the most important facts about personal communication that we were going to learn had been in the fragments.

That 'bit of information ' caused me to wonder why I was just now going to learn that information! After wondering about how old the information was an impulse caused me to calculate how many seconds has passed between 4500 BC and 1991 AD.

Why would that occur to me?

I had joined a Toastmaster's Club and had been assigned to write a poem, tell about what inspired it then recite it to the other members. I had never written a poem, the meeting was that night and I didn't have a poem so I decided I'd not go to meeting. During the day a memory of something I'd read in a book came into my mind, a particular incident in which a 9 year old girl had been told by her teacher to 'think about multiplying by zero'. She had puzzled in her mind about it when suddenly the idea of 'zero as an abstraction' occurred to her. I had wondered what her thinking could have been and now that the memory of the book came to mind, I wondered again.

My hand reached for a pencil and paper then wrote this poem down without pausing or hesitating at any point. It just poured out of the hand holding the pencil which had no connection with my intention or will.

After it was written I read it, quite amazed but highly interested because a flood of ideas came to mind immediately, all of them concerning 'points of origin'. When I read what my own hand had written, my mind was flooded with many ideas that I'd never thought about even once in my life. New thought containing many new-to-me ideas followed, emerging in my mind after I read the poem. One in particular had nothing to do with mathematics. It had to do with Time itself. I had recently read a book, The Lord Of Thought by Emmett and Dougall which was about their attempt to isolate exactly what was unique in the life of Jesus. It's an old book published in 1922. After I'd finished reading it, I closed the book and experienced a similar 'flood of thought content' about the life of Jesus, none of which the authors had mentioned. One primary idea was that Jesus birth had put a 'point of origin', zero, in Time, although more than 1500 years passed between his birth and establishing 'zero' in Time.

Having watched my hand produce the poem, my mind was full of activity connected to the idea of 'zero' in new non-numerical uses. I also thought about 'beginnings' in my life. There had been a point when I'd had 'zero' knowledge of an idea that now was emerging dimly connected to certain memories that had re-occurred throughout my life. The memory of something that happened once, returned to mind at times for no reason I could see...after I noticed them. That happened over a period of decades! I realized I'd begun to acquire information that changed how I understood what was happening in my own life.

This new information was coming through books I'd begun to read that normally I wouldn't have chosen but there was something else, much more difficult to pinpoint. My own mind was working independently of my will, my body was somehow not under my own will, but I could see what was going on in my mind. That was a new thing. Also I watched and listened to myself in a new way, one I couldn't describe except that it was clearly the result of a shared mindset with my husband. I knew that by the time I wrote the poem. I had observed my body doing certain habitual things that in the past he had always done and strangely now I understood why he did some of them!

That condition' was obvious by the time I wrote the poem down. I had mentioned this to a psychiatrist I was seeing and he'd told me, somewhat laughing that we had a 'folie aux duex' condition: the same disease shared by two people. It wasn't a 'disease' the way I understood the word 'disease' and he said nothing more about it than that. I didn't ask either, because I knew nothing about psychiatric terms.

There was a reason for thinking about points of origin, i.e. acquiring new (to me) information. I had been having 'a new kind of event' happen more and more frequently, so I thought of the first incident that I could remember at that point, as a 'zero' being a real 'point', my original state of ignorance. As more of these 'new events' happened, rarely and then more frequently (1982-1987) I'd had a sense of 'gaining' something, of understanding knowledge arising from this 'new kind of event. Moving from '0' to '1', and then towards '2'... I had felt that a 'zero' in mental space had been inserted in my life. But I also thought about 'zero' in Time. The birth of Jesus had been used to insert a 'zero', in Time, marking 'before' from 'after'. There is a lot I could write about what happened in my mind in a very small span of time, I'd read certain books by the time I wrote this poem that had caused me to think about ideas I'd never read anywhere or thought about myself. Reading was different now.

What a trivial seeming idea that Zero (ignorance) can be a point of origin in experience, not in physical space but in mental space. A marker for a point of change that is nonmathematical but possible because the idea of mathematics has been accepted!

Another event had happened that caused me to notice a level of Time I'd not thought about previously: In 1989 I'd gotten a printout of the news of the day, month and year I had been born when I was in Chicago at the Museum of Science and Industry. Printout of news of birthyear 1932 It contained the information that I'd been alive for 20,956 days. It had never occurred to me that I could calculate the number of days I'd been alive!

How odd I thought! Then an old habit I'd had, (which at that point I didn't realize was due to an something I'd learned from an impulse, not from person) caused me to become aware of the number, 256. (20,956 days) because as a result of my habit I ignored the 9. This is something I had to learn has a name in mathematics, it's 'cross summing' or 'modulo 9' but I had learned it from my impulse, when I was about 9 years old! I'd also learned to use it as 'casting out 9's in my bookkeeping work. I had learned a kind of 'rule' that ignores 9's because they don't change anything, (I did not look for nor search for this information,) The number 256 just came into focus at that point. That was a kind of 'point of origin' because that number became extremely important. I I had not noticed that the number 156 and 651 was everywhere in my life then, I simply thought nothing about numbers at all then) This link shows what I'd learned when the impulse occurred to me when I was 9 years old, Patterns in number.htm

The point is that I personally did not think about such ideas as I've written about zero, in 1986 when the words came from my hands just when I needed a poem. It wrote itself automatically . Every 'bit of information' came forth automatically and in trying to write about it I realize there was a long string of experience and books I'd read that would be necessary to write about before anyone else could understand what happened.

I had read P. D. Ouspensky's book, Tertium Organun and several other books he authored in which he wrote about a search for the 'fourth perpendicular'. The term 'perpendicular' was strange to me for some time, since I didn't immediately link the term to the x and y on the algebraic graphs I had so much trouble with in freshman year high school.

On the Cartesian graph moving in either direction, zero is the point of origin for x and y perpendiculars. Until the 'point' where x and y met was recognized to be the 'endpoint' of another perpendicular, z, mathematicians knew only about and worked only with plane geometry.

I grew up in a small town, lived with uneducated people, and even my teachers were females who knew nothing about the way mathematical ideas had evolved and grown so slowly in Time. I struggled with algebra, and avoided difficult subjects like geometry, chemistry, physics because I could not understand arithmetic.

It seems to me that the reason I avoided the 'difficult' subjects may have been instilled in me so that when I was in my early 50's I would not have been exposed to many ideas that I could have easily learned about much earlier in my life. I had a 'mind free from prior conceptions' just like Anna Brito had, so that was an advantage I wouldn't have suspected would help me to 'see' what was going on in my life in the 'new kind of events' that were so perfectly timed, for years.

I am saying quite forthrightly that my life has been lived by a plan that cannot have been my own design. I came equipped by actual real world life experience to recognize the real Designer's 'input' into my life.

It came in this case, as an 'avoiding impulse' and it was reversed later later when I was in my fifties into a 'search, find and explain impulse'. An enormous curiosity, a need to know what was really happening in my life, which now included what was in my 'thought' drove me.

I saw my mind go to work with whatever happened to capture my attention and try to make 'sense' out of even the most trivial things. I noticed it first when license tabs began to come to my attention. I saw the letters and numbers which I had not noticed at all previously. But now for some reason I could not choose to NOT SEE them and even begin to notice an automatic, quite spontaneous attempt to 'read' something into the letter combinations. This became extremely irritating and bothersome. It was before vanity plates were so common and the first one I did see was quite an amazing example of the 'new kind of event', it was one of the most obviously perfectly Timed events.

It began and unfolded over a period of a few years. One day this new and unwelcome habit of trying to make sense of numbers on a license plate caused me to see the license tab on a car I'd just bought: ETW 651. The same function of mind that had already been at work (which I did not at that point recognize as a 'function of mind') generated a 'meaning' immediately: Extra Terrestrial Woman 651.This amused me because it did not seem I had 'chosen' to think Extra Terrestrial Woman, the words occurred into my mind the way FYI means For Your Information, or BYOB means 'bring your own bottle' so automatically.

This was a new thing. In 1982, my husband and I were going on vacation, I was not feeling like normal self for some time by then. As I drove along I heard myself say to him that I was going to change my name, but I'd never thought about changing my name! I had said, I'm not Betty any more, I'm Ju-Anna." A white van drove up on the passenger side, it passed very close in front of me then crossed to the left lane and sped away. I noticed the vanity plate, it was the first one I'd ever seen, DJWANNA. Right away I realized the letters said, Do You Want To? but they also repeated exactly what I had just said. They were not the letters of Ju-Anna but the result was exactly the same. That story is told again in this site but I feel it's necessary to put it into this context, as a real 'new kind of event'. Several of them had to happen before I even thought it 'strange'!

These incidents happened in the very early 1980's and I wrote the poem in 1988. By then I had begun to get the 'gist' of what my mind was trying to do: teach me a new language.

What a difference a completely new idea makes when you understand it!

And what a small seed, a point of origin indeed, is a new a bit of information that makes you stop and notice it. I'd read An Imagined World by June Goodfield three years prior to the morning that something I'd read in the book came into my mind. It was a memory retrieved from my past, and it was not retrieved because I was consciously involved. It was 'presented' to me.

The young Anna Brito is told by her teacher to think about multiplying by zero. She has learned to add and subtract by looking at real objects and counting them. Multiplication by zero cannot be done with real objects, so she understands 'zero as an abstraction' in a flash of insight that led her to become fascinated with abstractions. Her idea of 'zero as an abstraction' came into my mind, a stray thought seemingly,meandered about in my mind one morning at work. As I've written, I had joined a Toastmaster's club and was required to write a poem, give a speech about how I'd written it and recite the poem. I'd never written a poem before, ever. As I thought about 'zero as an abstraction' some will other than my conscious will made me reach for a pen and paper, and without effort or thought from me, my hand wrote the words of this poem. I was startled to say the least, but pleased.

A simple idea can germinate without my conscious intents involved in it, into a completely new idea. I have experienced it myself, The idea was given to me by a will other than my own. Such a 'will', operating on what is going on in my life at the moment, can open the doorway to a completely unsuspected large idea.

This idea is one that has gripped the mind of man for centuries and thousands of years but which woman has only just begun to try to figure out with her own mind and memories. She has never been doing the 'thinking' that is 'history'. The past of woman and man is very different. That's something I can say in 1997 that was not really as visible in 1984 as it is now. History was quite literally his story ,his view of every detail on Earth.

Any woman will immediately recognize as I have begun to do, that the hidden world of the unconscious that psychiatry tries to address contains a very different past for the genders. Any woman that has heard a son express the grief mine did when he found out he wasn't ever going to be able to make a baby in his tummy the way I had done, knows there is an opposite to an idea that Freud defined as female 'penis envy'. But thus far only the male of the species has spoken of such things.

I had just brought home his baby sister, and he'd mentioned something about how he was going to make a baby in his tummy when he grew up. I'd gently told him he couldn't do that. His response was immediate: "You mean not ever? NOT EVER CAN I MAKE A BABY IN MY TUMMY?" I remember his white face, and the way the words were packed with strong feelings. but I was a young woman then and I didn't think of framing what I saw into words the way I do now.

It isn't easy to do; framing what you see into words when there is no object involved. What happened to me when I began to do it, i.e 'describe what you see' is what this is all about: the words I needed seemed to know where on Earth I was located. They found me, one by one but in a very chaotic way and I had only to recognize that they were coming to me, in two forms. One in books that caught my attention, and another through 'thought' that occurred in a very new way: as a regeneration of thought, a replay in the most literal use of the term.

I just bought a book yesterday that is about a man who scanned George Orwell's book, 1984 into a computer and reshaped the words into a new view of the world George Orwell described in the book 1984. It was a dreary war filled, hate filled world and everyone was observed every minute, even ones' thought was monitored. But this new view, created by reforming George Orwell's words was filled with the opposite: hope and new freedom.

The title of the book is Orwell's Revenge, The 1984 Palimpsest. The title of the book and the outline of the book describes very accurately how the words that found me in books that I chanced to buy and read not at all willingly at first, were shaped into what clearly became a description of what was in front of my eyes at the time, of some detail of my life.

Overall, the form of this man's book and I just bought it yesterday, I've not read it yet is a description of the real 1984 palimpsest that I've been decoding along with every other human on this Earth, even prior to 1984!

This is astray from the poem, but it is relevant to the 'point of origin'.

Two genders that were united and bonded from the beginning were split asunder when man and only man began to conceive mentally: the concept itself bonds information together but words are required for any bit of information to be understood. Words are required even in thought, and some 'thought' is such barely there content as feeling, emotions that need to be formulated in speech to another person. This was not something I knew about prior to 1984 when I began to try to describe to another person a new addition to my life, something I thought was added after a severe blow on the head and drastic surgery .

The causes of these new effects, were fixed in my mind as the results of visible things, the blow on the head and surgery until about 5 years later. Then I had a new set of causes and effects, and two completely different views of all events in my life. Two completely different and very separate view upon every word I read or heard or thought.

When I read the number of days I'd been alive on a printout of the day, month and year I was born, that incident inserted an idea about time in my mind that was new to me. It grew beyond anything I could have imagined when I read the bit of new information. The printout said I'd been alive 20,956 days on May 18, 1989, the day I got the printout from the Museum Of Science And Industry in Chicago.

I'd never thought about counting the days I'd been alive until then. although obviously all that was lacking was the impulse to do such a thing. Anyone can calculate number of years they've been alive by the number of days in a year but I'd not thought to do it.

Besides there were many other distracting bits of information in that printout, that meant more to me at the time than the number of day's I'd been alive on May 18, 1989. What I noticed first was the date, which was exactly 9 years after Mt. St. Helens blew her inner content over my home

And I noticed that the winners of Nobel Prizes that year were honored for discoveries related to particles inside the atom.

But what most interested me in a new way was that a Nobel Prize was given for discoveries of the functions of neurons in the brain that year also.

This is the bit of information that fitted into a flow of experiences I'd had after July 31, 1984 which seemed to me to have the attribute of forming a sort of conversation aimed at me. I had been reading books that were not typically books I found interesting, but I couldn't choose books then because they were interesting. Something inside me, and it was a new thing, did all the choosing for me.

I merely watched body, unable to choose, and unable to NOT read the books chosen for me in spite of the fact they were not interesting to me because I couldn't understand them.

A definite loss of personal will and volition had been replacing the content of my habits with new content.

I'd always read very much but I'd not read nonfiction books. That was the change of content, the habit of reading almost constantly remained the same.

But it was very difficult to read because I couldn't remember anything I read, The words seemed to fall into a black hole in my head. Who would read even a page if you couldn't remember at the end of a paragraph what you'd read? It baffled me that I was forced to read, and couldn't choose NOT to read the books that caught the interest of this new part of me, and which impelled me to do what IT wanted to do whether I found it pleasant and interesting or not.

But I did begin to notice, quite gradually that a few words I could remember reading crept into thought, so it was obvious to me that what I was reading was being latched onto by some part of my mind because it was present in thought.

Still yet another thing became noticeable: There was a definite addition to my thought very rarely, of a few words that I had not yet read or heard anywhere. Yet I came across these words almost immediately in a book I was already reading.

For example, the word numinous came into my thought in this way: "The numinous is hard to bear." The thought emerged spontaneously and I wondered to myself what the word 'numinous' meant. Within a few pages I read the word 'numinous' in Contact, by Carl Sagan which I was reading for the first time.

I wondered about much of my own thought content by then, little aware that I had begun to watch and listen in a new place: to my own thought the same way I would read and listen to the words on a book's page!

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Getting the object out of the way and working with ideas enters the life of a child when multiplication by zero enters. One thinks in 'concepts/ or 'patterns'.

The form of concepts is invisible, yet at a very young age the child enters the level of abstract thinking about concepts. I was a very poor arithmetic student, although I was always fascinated with numbers and took several courses after graduating school because I wanted to understand mathematics. When my children learned the 'new math' so did I. What a revelation!!

1 + 1 = 1 is as reasonable as 1 + 1 = 2 if you think about 'binary units', where 1 + 1 does equal 1. .

And that 1 point where the vertical and the horizontal meet is '0' on the Cartesian graph. And that one 'zero' creates four quadrants. From the 'flagpole center' of the graph, movement is possible in any direction.

When '1' infinity' could be added to 1 other infinity it began to be possible to enter into a completely new dimension, where 1 was many, as many as infinity.

Complex numbers and infinite series began with a small point in the center of human knowledge, a horizontal number line, then a vertical number line overlaying.

This was a great change, a point of origin that took a very long period of time to be made real. And just about 2,000 years ago a certain birth occurred that inserted a zero into time on Earth, which is itself a point in an apparently endless universe.

From which space exploration is under way at this point in Time. I would not have thought of the Earth as 'zero' in space, from which we are exploring space if the 'new kind of event' had not begun to explain what it was trying to point out to me! As a person, an individual, a single unit I am a 'point of observation' myself, on this planet.

The two coordinates, one in time and the movement of a person or an object on an Earth that is also moving in a double orbit requires calculations so difficult that computers will need to do it but we have been caused to create the computers that can do it!!

All ideas begin with just a seed of information, sitting around ignored until one person becomes flamed with interest and lit up with passion to understand what exactly is being looked at.

The invisibility of such numbers as 'irrationals' is just one example of how the obvious is ignored for often centuries and thousands of years.

Soliton waves came into being when one mathematician was riding along the shore; he noticed a wave that moved along solidly, refusing to dissemble when it came into contact with an object. It retained its shape, moving along as a unit and although the rider followed it as far as he could, it kept moving without doing what a wave always does, break up. (F. David Peat, Synchronicity, The Bridge Between Mind and Matter)

Solitons showed up in certain complex mathematical equations of a very high degree.

The facts of yesterday influence too many people who do not question, do not evaluate anew and with fresh uncontaminated perspectives their own experiences. And there are many attempts made by others to tell each individual what to think. The idea that each event needs to be 're-viewed', literally in a new context is at the heart of David Bohm's Wholeness And The Implicate Order.

It may be that nature preserves such persons as those who are energized to 'describe that you see' for the first time, when they are past the age where they expect to have to learn so much, so late in their life, the way I have been required to do.

There must be some protection from 'old ideas' that keep new ideas intact, keeping that person in what might appear to be an 'abnormal' state until the time is right. When the situation is right and then the person who can see what needs to be seen is called into service. This 'viewing point' on the planet has the kinds of experiences that psychiatry itself deals with, as C. G. Jung somewhat wrote about during his life.

The call is very strange, its very personal and its not a glamorous call. The most ordinary and mundane situations often need to be looked at 'for the first time' by some new eye/ear.

If Anna had been afraid to talk about what she saw after the first rebuffs, she would not have prevailed,

The freedom to disagree with what has been established to be 'normal' is the greatest freedom on Earth. If there should ever be a heaven on Earth, it will be the day when every person uses the unique experience that no other person will ever have, their own, in the way Anna Brito did and as I have tried to do.

She isn't famous, she has not been awarded the Nobel Prize but in her own way she made the contribution she was born to make. If it become outdated sometime, as all ideas are supposed to do, that doesn't alter the important contribution that she made. She left tracks that somebody else could see and follow, taking perhaps new directions but only because she went as far as she did.

Any person can do the same. Every person is a new eye/ear on the events of the Earth.

If its possible to have the freedom to explore and learn without unreasonable restraints imposed by ideas of what is 'normal' every person has something special to contribute, it makes sense to believe this.

When the call comes, it comes in just the way it came to Anna Brito, in a sudden flash of understanding, that sets in motion a long line of endeavor. No other person will ever be able to hear that call, except the one to whom its aimed, the pathway is clear to only that one person.

When 1 infinity of persons clearly see the pathway, a chain reaction should occur that lights the path permanently and the path will not become obscure again, it will not have to be discovered anew.

It once was pristinely visible and it seems likely it will again be.

We are not alone in the universe. The call comes from another world, right in front of our eyes.