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    Where forward thinking terrestrials share ideas and information about the state of the species, their planet and the universe, living the lives of science fiction. Introduction
    Featuring Powers of Ten by Charles and Ray Eames, based on an idea by Kees Boeke.
    "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me"

    Maybe it all starts with the nursery rhymes we teach our kids? WHY are we telling them that words don't hurt people??
    Wed, Jul 31, 2013  Permanent link

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    Before the big bang we have no trace of anything. Time does not pass because time does not exist yet. According to Einstein, if one were to move at the speed of light, time would essentially stand still. So before the big bang we are essentially a beam of light traveling at light speed.



    The image above is one of the most detailed maps of dark matter in our universe ever created. The location of the dark matter (tinted blue) was inferred through observations of magnified and distorted distant galaxies seen in this picture


    13.6 billion years ago some matter split off in a bubble and got pushed out ahead of that beam of light. We've been traveling just a bit slower than that beam of light ever since, giving our universal time a direction. Our universe has been slowing down relative to the speed of that beam. As seen in the picture, if you illuminate the dark matter you can actually see the beam of light catching back up to us
    Tue, Jan 22, 2013  Permanent link

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    A unique artist that I recently came across. He creates very striking photos and I thought I would share. I believe he has close to 80 different unique photos, enjoy.

    http://thomasbarbey.com/
    Sat, Jan 21, 2012  Permanent link

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    The Ides Of Something Are Upon Us

    It was the time of religious wars. It was a time of materialism and intellectual darkness. It was a time of epidemic moral compromise and the end justifying the means by whatever means. It was a time of the worship of the transitory and the elevation of drunken ignorance over the thirst for truth. Truth was a refugee in flight on a violent night. It was a time of deception and reaction toward the solution of freedom as an intolerable state and a non commercially viable condition. It was a time of precessions and regressions and a confusion of the moment on the doorstep of irrevocable change. It was a hard time to live in unless you were one of the few who made existence hard for everyone else. It was a time of images and symbols that were wielded as weapons upon superficial minds so inclined and submissive in a pornographic sexual exchange that mocked the true surrender of the deeper self to the higher awareness and all things human. It was a time of debasement for the virtues and a celebration of vice because it was a time of political correctness masking the hatred for all that was good and real.

    We were the people that might have been; you should have gotten in touch with us then. We were the unseeing in relentless persecution of those envisioned who were labeled a threat to the disorder of order. We were pawns engaged in our own destruction, proud and stupid and false. We cheered in the coliseums and informed on our fellows. We raised perversion to be normal and locked normal in a barn. We laughed with merciless humor at persecutions that came by our consent and everything that was true and meaningful within us, got up and went. We were the Hell-bound in denial of the heaven sent. We embraced the animal as the civilized way, cannibalizing our loved ones and killing ourselves, like a collection of poor unfortunates who gnawed off their own foot. We held what was trivial as a worshipful profound and we went all too quickly into the cold and forgotten ground. We made heroes out of rogues and pariahs out of our most important friends. We were the generation of vipers, ever and ever after, amen.

    You will not see or I could show you. You will not hear or I could tell you. You will not be stopped or moved. You will see perdition as the holy gates and hear the lies of your corrupted guides as they take you through corridors of the condemned up the thirteen steps. We would have served and healed you but we were cast out from our quarters as your neighbors and friends.

    Into this time of darkness came a signal event. They called it 9/11 and they made it into a royal seal, like a lock on a letter for the eyes of the few who composed the lies it contained and who carried out the crime. You could not see the contents but you had their guarantee that all was well and legal, keeping moving, there is nothing here to see.

    You vain and fatuous mortals you shall reap the indifferent wind that was roused by your indifference and nothing will be the same again. You dance and pray and celebrate the horror and the lies. You pinch your face and become solemn though you must be uneasy beneath and your keepers snicker and make jokes at your expense. You lick their hands for they are your master and determiner of fate.

    You can’t get there from here.

    You can’t get there from here.

    You can’t get there from here.

    We few who wait by highway, we hold up the signs, “the bridge is out” and the road is slippery when wet with the blood of those you have driven over through proxy and malicious assent. You cannot hear and you will not see so you will be forced from both perspectives and you will be brought to your knees. A pestilence moves among you motivated by hunger and greed. They are the habitation of demons. They are the demons seed and you are honored and privileged to serve on their behalf which is the end of all of you. It is no wonder that they laugh.

    They will not change. They cannot change they are the expression of what cannot be pacified or convinced. They are open to no argument that might affect profit or excess. They are the poisonous few in your midst. They pretend they are you and you are content.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc-yg04rVw4



    Sat, Dec 3, 2011  Permanent link

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    Here's an artist I came across a few years back while surfing the internet, I found his work to be intriguing and amazing. It just seems like it would be a perfect fit for this website and the members here.... enjoy his mathematical sculptures


     http://www.georgehart.com/index.html 
    Mon, Jul 18, 2011  Permanent link

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    With all the new uprisings lately around the globe, it seems as though the "people's" voice is collectively strengthing and screaming to be heard through technology. Perhaps in the future maybe the US will have a candidate offer up his or her decisions to a public vote. Some sort of voting maching using wireless technology would be produced, and a specific time of the day could be vote time after learning about the issues. Until this is all built, perhaps on a local city level, we could see a mayor try this through facebook or twitter. I guess I just feel like Im tired of being let down by our publicly elected officals abusing their power getting bribed by coroprations for govt contracts. I feel like voting every 4 years for someone else to make decisions isnt much of a democracy. Why isn't the public involved more often on more issues? I would like to vote more.... anyone else?
    Sun, Jun 26, 2011  Permanent link

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    Just thought I would share an experience I had the other morning. While I was trying to sleep in, it must have been the way the light was shining in the dark room through a crack in the curtains that awoke me. My dog, now seeing that I was awake, hit the curtatin with her tail as shs made her way over to lick my face. But when she hit the curtain, the protuberance of particles was instantly illuminated as they filled the air. As I laid there trying to go back to sleep, I started to imagine as if all those tiny little dust particles were individual galaxies floating throughout my bedroom. And that's when it hit me. I suddenly sat up, still feeling sleepy as I laid there awake, and watched in awe, the intricate interactions of all those miniature galaxies as they swirled about the room. I decided to take in the deepest breath I could muster as I wanted to see how I could influence my newly discovered universe. The experience was euphoric as it led me to realize that I was this sleeply little star suspended in a state of slumber. I now recommend that everyone should stir up a little dust from their curtains the next time a beam of light shines through.....

    (I only wish I could have found a picture worthy of this)
    Thu, May 12, 2011  Permanent link

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    i was listening to the radio today and heard this song and thought it would be worth sharing, i assumed not everyone here listens to the same music so if this is new to you- enjoy

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsYVHZFukzc

    The indulgence of our lives has cast a shadow on our world.
    Our devotion to our appetites betrayed us all.
    An apocalyptic plight.
    More destruction will unfold.
    Mother Earth will show her darker side and take her toll.
    It's just another way to die.
    There can be another reason why.
    You know we should have seen it coming.
    Consequences we cannot deny will be revealed in time.
    Glaciers melt as we pollute the sky.
    A sign of devastation coming.
    We don’t need another way to die.
    Can we repent in time?
    The Time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.
    Our future is fading.
    Is there any hope we’ll survive?
    Still, we ravage the world that we love.
    And the millions cry out to be saved.
    Our endless maniacal appetite.
    Left us with another way to die.
    It's just another way to die.
    Can we repent in time?
    Greed and hunger led to our demise.
    A path I can’t believe we followed.
    Black agenda’s rooted in a lie.
    Will we repent in time?
    Species fall before our very eyes.
    A world that they cannot survive in left them with another way to die.
    Are we dead inside?
    The time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.
    Our future is fading.
    Is there any hope we’ll survive?
    Still, we ravage the world that we love.
    And millions cry out to be saved.
    Our endless maniacal appetite.
    Left us with another way to die.
    It's just another way to die.
    Still, we ravage the world that we love.
    And millions cry out to be saved.
    Our endless maniacal appetite.
    Left us with another way to die.
    It's just another way to die.
    Can we repent in time?
    It's just another way to die.
    Can we repent in time?

    this also leads me into another topic, availability of content, some people might not have heard this song simply because this content isn't available on their airwaves as it is here. Then you have to look at the internet as a level playing field for content. Now imagine you couldn't access the content you wanted over the internet..... The FCC recently passed Net Neutrality rules aimed at preventing the blockage of content, it seems like that would be a relevant topic around here
    http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/12/21/AR2010122106110.html

    Tue, Dec 28, 2010  Permanent link

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    growing up my mom had a trinket in the kitchen hanging up that read "if your mind can conceive it, and your heart can believe it, then you can achieve it." This sign caught my eye on a recent visit and got me thinking so i was trying to have a conversation with a friend and i was trying to explain how i believe if i focus- in my mind i can (imagine) myself at a future (desired) time and place, and then almost in a way "backtrack" the path that will lead me to that desired time and place. sort of a "the human mind is the time machine concept." well, my friend doesn't think about the same kind of stuff i do and pretty much said, "lets stick to sports" so i went home and clicked on the contact us button and asked if I could join. I've been cautiously awaiting making my first "post" until i just came across this link i found through a wormhole on here that just seemed to scream for me to share my story- turns out theres a name for it and scientist found evidence of it

    CHRONESTHESIA-
    http://www.physorg.com/news/2010-12-scientists-evidence-chronesthesia-mental.html

    i guess i wanted to share because that is what i love about his place, i had this idea a few weeks back and then i come across an article that seems to make sense of an unorganized thought i was having. anyways thanks for the invite, perhaps im not as poetic as some, but there are many times i just need like-minded people to bounce ideas off and i look forward to an informed future with everyone
    Mon, Dec 27, 2010  Permanent link

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