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Love Juice Had Arrived on the 25th of February 2008 when Lady Luck from Limpola Portland and Florida Gave me the heads On My Up

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Now thought had me by the hadron and Cerne up and runging through children’s minds the warp and the woof od the teacher’s barking mad fear. Semblance of tranquilty later in the fractality of a park. The Queen wore white and looked virginal. Phil wore a latex tux and in lime green pantaloons rushed forward to say Howdy Doopy Dog. The biscuit was fresh and the park laden. I was inside my own mind and loving every aquare fractal inch of it, and yet still oak trees were oak trees and beer was beer. We sailed up off Top Street for Top Shop and swallered a large tonne of fish jokes before embarking on the Q & A Palisarde directive. I wished for a Guru and found one, tossing him by the wayside like a stray cut throat black cat from Borneo; milliseconds later, there were feasts for swallow eyes when Tariffs bearing beauty made their round on the footstall. Haberdashers and ironmongers, ecplisoids and pentagrammers, ideographs and geodesic types made laughter sail through the winf. El Banko had said it would all go collapso, but every nigger knows the worm hole is in essence a diametric opposite to chaos or catasrophe. The labyrinth has a plughole. Every om has an ouch. Every joy has a spurt of love juice, and one simply has to come. Best not avoid the coming and rushing ands compressing, they said, and git yrself a step ladder ahead of the old oilstuff, I wrote later that Wittgenstein could be understood through the hiatus he made in the teaching world for those long fourteen years; I never qwuite understood why death seemed to be around us until they the head and the prof and through a thousand tears and eyes and mirages finding that one man amidst the many burning bushes. I tried to explain it. I tried to savour it. In the end I just made art out of it. But heart, the dear ones and the flowersd in the inner circle insisted, there was more to evolution even there, even more than love is the love the creator has for man, for woman the goddess descending nine nights a year; for the man and the boy, the girl and the child, the bamboo shoot and the acacia, for the lemon yellow Donovan toting bag wearing hipster who had defied his own goodness in order to fit the cogs in the wheel had decided that the way up was Hadron and the collider was our

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"Democracy demands that little men should not take big ones too seriously; it dies when it is full of little men who think they are big themselves." C. S. Lewis
t is a fully general way to describe phenomena, including consciousness, because all phenomena (including particles) can be described with waves.
* Mass Conjugation and Four-Particle Mixing is phase conjugation adapted to particles. The gravitational tracking beam between a planet and a star is phase conjugated. The helium atom with four nucleons is the most perfectly balanced form of mass conjugation and four particle mixing "
More important than a technical explanation of photon (soliton) creation is its metaphorical meaning. It is the first creation, the first manifestation of "the Word" and the word is pure focussed intent plus pure creative force. It is the immanent power to Become. You may or may not like the science - never forget the metaphor.

With the creation of photons (light), the material world is still a bit in a theoretical stage. This is true, both in a historic / evolutionary sense, as well as in a functional sense, from moment to moment. Light symbolizes, and at the same time physically constitutes the functional connection between matter and spirit. It constitutes per definition the luminal transition zone between subluminal and super-luminal physics, and its angle of perception and conception is a measure of its message.

The photon's net angular and impulse momentum are a keen prelude to the gradually manifesting, macroscopic and macro-cosmic forces in the further course of material involution. But at the same time, they are the tell tale story of the imminent forces of the Vacuum which created it in the first place.

Now, whereas in the case of a planet orbiting a star, such a system can be analysed in its components of gravity, inertia, orbital rhythm and orbital shape - if in another system the very same principles are at work but cannot be analyzed other than by their metaphorical meaning - this verily consitutes the first and still rather theoretical stage, and this stage is where matter exists in the form of pure light, externally and internally.

The luminal transition zone between matter and metaphor is taking shape in the topology between the Singularity and our 3-dimensional continuum. It takes shape as the deeply intuïted toroid.
In response to my original paper - Fractal Universe: Cause of Gravity - paper ( goldenmean.info/fractaluniverse ) - Douglass White wrote: "Dear Dan, Thanks for this. I may put a link on my site. You will note that I put links to two great animations by the team right on my (web) front page. I assume you were the first to map the phi spiral onto a torus."



Ultimate Nanoprobe

A major challenge in Nanotechnology is the incorporation of single nano-devices into large integrated circuits. Device technology research thus requires high resolution topographical and chemical analysis as well as local and non-destructive electrical characterisation on the nano-scale.
An adequate UHV coarse positioning technology is a key to efficiently operate four STMs for nanoprobing. Omicrons piezo-electric inertia drives ensure (a) reliable 3D positioning of each probe (10x10x5mm) and 2D positioning of the sample (10x10mm); (b) independent and orthogonal axes for easy navigation; (c) stability for STM operation; (d) step sizes from a few 10nm up to several 100nm. For optimal performance in both SEM and SAM, an external XY manipulator allows precise alignment of the complete NANOPROBE stage with respect to SEM column and NanoSAM energy analyser. Even when using SEM for navigation, an optical position read-out system with 50nm nominal resolution is indispensable for localisation and re-localisation of a single nano-device among billions within large integrated circuits (see figure 3).

Traditional instrumentation suffers from one fundamental issue: How to cover the dimensional range of a fully integrated circuit down to the nanometer range (or even atomic scale) of single devices and how to integrate an adequate navigation system.

To meet these requirements, over the past 6 years we have being advancing and establishing a new approach to integrate state-of-the-art SPM technology with high resolution electron microscopy and spectroscopy: (1) Four independent STMs for nano-probing and imaging; (2) SEM for rapid probe navigation and to bridge dimensions from the mm scale down to the nanometer range (3) Position-readout of sample and probes. Combining different surface analysis methods at the very same sample area to gain complementary information by SEM and SAM for chemical mapping.

 It was amazement. Amazement that Uranus had predicted and proved the quickening is health and must happen. QUIXOTIC as Aquarius was in Neptune, the memories of sea swathing our hips as we dove like dolphins into. She and I made sound yawp together off balconies. Lord of All glammed it up into the couch for his missus brought tea round for the Big Screen. Plebs shed beds and tv’s were all thrown out. The carcasses of technology everywhere laden by the bins. Orange neon happenstance and yellow juiced wine gums made us lick our lips for all that eclipsing, something did shut down, perhaps a Virgoan tendency for perfection is a good thing, wondered Ben Elfin out olud from the balcony. As he watched the sun setting on that hot summer day his mind returned to the bluebell field in which he’d first lay down with her; her dark skin so close to him now, seemed oddly distant in his memory; All he could really remember was the sound of the grass. Windsweeping in from the West took them inside, and drinks were poured before the taberbnacle was again given to the collective. All hail jupe the tone free of All remonstrance, simply shining.; Beulah, Ulvelah and Xerxes all presiding in fornicating madness of Dsionysian cleansing under ritualistic holly the sun shone down. Further back from the green fields, patterns on lawns emerging, circular, tetractys, ovoid, oblongate quadicosidodecahedrons and the Ceres side of Astro jumping became clear, even on that hot night the shields went up against the solar ingress, star studded from 2 million years ago Green said that was what Stevens meant to say with his concupiscidiant guitar. I myself drove a yellow wheelbarrow down to the Old Ladies pram race and bedeviled by tankards pissed in by barkeeps too bored to think much of it. Ah swoon. The street swayed with the speed the notes came out the banks. The corners were eroded, but the cornices were perfect. Church of sandstone turned inward and became domicile, and the glittering vectors were making it all come right. I went with Don down to the Leon Castle, and there, high abover Borders and trans beyond concept and experiences there bathed in that florid light. Buddhas drove their wars down to the Laundromat and it all became clean, and well ordered. Saturn, pushing through at 11 degree of the Virgtin cloud made us look toward the 2010 conjunctions but at the back of the top of the flagpole there was the when it all was over, and here we were referrirng to 2020 or thereabout. Eight long forks were placed side by side at the dinner table that night as the Edinburgh festivellers broke rank and played Dixie Down on trombone for the Candian Marionettes who had always been Scottish brought back tap shoes and tradition to the islea. Cameras and actions, makeshift watches and new night panties disregarded for the imaginal. Cleveland broke though into the Royal enclosure, winning its race in Valencia two fathoms before the next, as Neptune again sailed us to the gold. We couldn’t stand it, but we couldn’t hate it either. We couldn’t analyse it but nor could we ignore it. A dog running through the park leaping into the arms of a puppy; and the dandelion tea served upon angelic conches that were laced with Hemming and Vitamin pills. Our hearts, enriched by this spectacle, stood there on the balcony, only feet from the Queen.
She was great, the great western blue electric steam fulled locamotiveationed us through tallow and fallow yes until we were there high as robbins dusting themselves off with laquer, smarting through Xiix

she Ur Me's Me in S Water

He peppers his claims with such expressions as: "one suspects," "I feel," "my impression," "it is clear," "cannot be without significance," "dare we ask," "without doubt," "it is my guess," "it is quite evident," "I am left with the conviction" and a litany of would have, could have, must have beens. But no documented proof.
Ovason’s premise, if not belief, is that Pierre Charles L'Enfant (b. 1754/08/02, d. 1825/06/14) and Major Ellicott (b. 1754/01/24, d. 1820) intended Pennsylvania Avenue to provide a view of the setting sun from the Capitol building annually on August 10th. The reason for this was because on that day the sun is in 17 degrees of Leo and the star Regalus sets over the White House just over half an hour after sunset, leaving the stars "Spica, in Virgo, and Arcturus in Bootes." "They are the three stars which Masons such as Pike and Brunet recognized as enclosing the constellation of Virgo." [p. 346] This, he asserts, proves "the city was intended to celebrate the mystery of Virgo — of the Egyptian Isis, the Grecian Ceres and the Christian Virgin." [p. 349]
According to the work of anthropologist Jeremy Narby, this Ur-language of light is a "forest television" of images in which "DNA is a snaked shaped master of transformation that lives in water and is both extremely long and small, single and double. Just like the cosmic serpent."[5] His assessment agrees with Ovason's comments that only one who has the skin of the dragon, or has become one with the cosmic serpent of DNA, can understand this symbolic language of light.

symbols, derived perhaps from the DNA itself, that unite the global cultures of mankind, from the Inca to the ancient Greeks Imagine that what we call "biology" is the way the mechanical world invented how to build a toroidal charge vector thruster device using molecules.

In A LOndondonEarl's Court Hotel I layd My Hands on this geezer

internally and externally forming the New Horizon. The birth planted ideas of a generation, the double plus MaxPly condiments on the shelves, quivering with exceitement. Oh how sub atomic life likes to be bought. Oh great Form. Oh great wonder. Outside in the rain, he tells me, the Paikey notices a giorl roller blading up the prom on water laden pavements, with no bra with wetness dfripping and even tho I say it myself, never have I seen such breasts. That’s what he likes about life; when people just let go and give themselves the permission top enjoy, It is a phikosophy of Enjoyment he is gathering together. Now Crowleys happy. The open season of energy the final clearing through the lightworlers conduits as we all now hear and listen to the outet Planets. Ah I was worried in the downturns. I’d had a month two months maybe three months of extreme enjoyment. More enjoyment than I’ve had in years. Blissfull laughter and real risks. As the ^D blens and merges with Time itself, as we form the new now in the image of the source, as time and space are conjunct and are brought into synthesis, as the metallic lines of the Bar riveted with hands that are now at this moment still beating the drums of the Oluympiad. Ah Greeks. Ah Jupiter. Ah Deucalion. Ah Melissa. Ah Juno! Ah, the great Harridam pounces on me and extols my truth from me. The great Greek God and the Great Babylonian Goddess untied in hands together blessing wthe rain with gold and silver filaments falling from the sky light up the latent ptotozoa in the channel. We have agree to meet and recommence the great Northern projects; the Norse meets the Swede in the GRden of Earthly and Vegetable delights. We are going Horse riding today. The girl, giggling, pokes her best mate off the couch and introduces her to her father. The warm sleep of night is rubbed from her eyes. How did you sleep through the whole thing. The other day was then. This is now. We have the codes for the opening and the blending, the opening of the truem harmonic ovctave of the town meeting the old harmonic that was set up as imprint. The two worlds meet in time today, yes, they have co joined for this. The lights on the sea opff shore infddicate fisherman are stil out there sloshing in nets and dope. Fridges all over the world running on empty are no match for the whitenes in the dark sjy, Crack! Boom. The low thunder rolling round the bay waking up the south east corner of Little Britain. The English thistle the Irish hound the German lapdog and The Hungarian Count have all arrived here. The great rebuilt kingdom of Sumer, right here on the southern shores. From Folkstone the storm places itself over the channel absorbing the buiilogical data released from the glaciers. The elephantine rivers swell all the way up to London, pounding hearts hold steady on the briadge at Charing and sweep up to Bushy the water mark bleeding gold. The systematic construction of poetry; the heart of the Cosmos; the galactic nature of all things; the surreal and the mundane; the hidden and the seen; the two di poles of experience, moving to source and moving away from source were brought into a harmonic accord. Swoops of light through the rocks in the West Hill, downward m,elting energy into the small rivers and wells, spread into the telluric. Pikey shows me his two packs of cigarettes. Al orders another Dinner; even the kebab shops are closed. Gerry opens the door to his closed pub and stands on the lip opposite the two bos still selling weed, three a.m. Andrew makes his play for rosa outside Moda. Julie’s made her confidence known and she’s been willing to risk aklk for him. The catsuit and hotpants were made at home but the heels she had to go to London for. The time tube of the past, the votex generating positive energy that was all held in for so long. The panchen lama made that agreement long ago. As china moves through its rubble, the west becomes the east and all is reversed. The here was reversed over a year ago. The positive dipole remains in place. This is doing, they tell me. This is what we can now do. Now that the codes have been cleared and the opening smade clear and the agreements signed sealed and delivered …

white snow and white sheets and white cum in white coffee at white christmas

XI

I wake upo, bright, breezy. My Gemini inspired mind races for a minute before I realize Stacy’s curled up behind me, holding my hand. Naked save for her thin white vest top. I rest again. Unlike my own usual habit of getting straight out of bed, I feel a sense of relaxation , and realize that I can lie down and rest with her, her nergies are that clear. I just lie there for what seems like several hours, several relaxzing hours where the phone is not ringing, there are bno builders outside, even the road sweepers and car vacuumers seem to have taken the day off. When she wakes, its as if she sense si t too. And we both lie there, drawing ourselves closer to each other until we are hugging and pressed together in silnces, as if we both knew, as if by some chance she too had found the one. So the Lion did lie down with the Lamb on Broadway in the end, and the intrinsic meanings of life are uncoded by the fullest expression of Love. Fun today love? Yes I’m fine. Afterwards standing in the kitfchen drinking OJ. After that, sitting on the floor, stunned, not even needing a coffee or a cigarette. And then I put her back up on the ladder again, and she sits there, draped in a white sheet, looking ever so Greek and ever so beautiful. Both of us smiling. That was some night. Yes. Yes it was. Even now, even after all that, she is still trying to speak without moving her lips. Yopu have to understand how I paint. I begin I tell I know I feel. Waters in the bath are warm now for you darling. She slips between bubbles and I caress my own good luck, hoping it and I never run out of fuel for manifestations like this!.