The Eyes Have It

I remembered this after watching The Fourth Kind.

It happened when I was so young I was still spending most of the time in my crib.

I remember standing up with the aid of the railing. I was crying and pointing but nobody would believe me. I remember my parents arguing about it.

“Just close your eyes honey. It’s all your imagination." My mother would say "It's just an empty wall."

“Don’t say that to him. We can’t know what he is seeing." Father would argue.

I understood what they were saying so I looked back at the huge disembodied eyes staring at me from the wall. They we not human eyes, they looked like cartoon eyes huge and oval. I stopped pointing at them because that seemed to trigger the yelling. But I continued to stare back at them.

I was trying to decide whether I was imagining the eyes or if they were really there when they blinked. That’s when I started to scream. I stopped staring back and cried. I think that that was the moment when I begun to fear clowns. Their eyes would always remind me of the eyes from that wall.

Many years later I told my mother that I remembered three of my aunts picking me up from my crib and I remember crying inconsolably because they had the same eyes as the ones on the wall. She said that must have been a dream because those three aunts had never visited us at the same time and I was never left alone with any of them. It felt more like a nightmare.

I told my mother about the eyes I saw on the wall and finally after 45 years she confessed to me that both her and my father could see the eyes too. They were trying to protect me because I couldn't even speak much and they didn’t t know how to help me deal with it.

Al

Getting back into it

Good Morning!

Just turned 50 (Feb 28) and decided to put some things back in order and that includes bringing this BLOG up to date again.

I have been busy putting a manuscript together for a sci fi novel I hope to publish in the next few months. The working title is "A Chance in Hell" but I understand that there are special editors that come up with the best marketable title.

I am in communication with an agent and an editor and its all very exciting because they are showing interest. Just have to follow directions and see where this goes.

I appreciate all the comments sent to me in the last several months about my article on Scientology and Me. I had no idea it would generate so much interest. Go figure!

I will keep in touch about all this.

Al

Scientology and Me

Back in the early 1970's before I could speak English fluently, I was your typical nerd kid. President of the chess club, member of the science club and a total worshiper of the laws of physics.

I was left to live with my uncle under a student's visa while my parents returned to Argentina to legalize our stay in the U.S.

One day my uncle challenged the laws of physics.

Blasphemy! I cried out but he demonstrated a physics factor to me that was not writen in any science book.

The factor stated that "The particle of admiration is so strong, its absence alone permits persistence."

UH?

He said it was a different way of explaining an existing law that prevented two identical particles to occupy the same space at the same time.

He said, I had the power to make something stop existing simply by admiring it. Looking at it with all my being with attention to nothing else.

Without thinking about it, or anything else but simply observing it until it dissappeared.

He challenged me with my own science. Before I dismissed this new idea I should put it through experimentation and truly try to prove its validity before accepting its falsehood.

So I picked a small dark dot on a light wall and stared at it. Coached me for 45 minutes while he helped me keep my concentration on that spot while my eyes blurred and unfocoused. While my thougth s drifted and returned to the spot. Until, I could no longer see it. It was gone! I ran to the wall and touched the are where the darkness had been and it was truly gone.

That was a turning point in my life. When I realized that the masses of humans worshiping at the scientific alter were nothing more than cultists themselves. Science is a good way of explaining the set of rules that our universe follows. But if reality is as plyable as now quantum physics theorizes then the rules are really of our own making and not as absolute as thought of before.

My uncle had recently become a member of the Church of Scientology and I wanted to know what that was all about. For the next 4 years I dove full time into studying everythying i could learn about scientology; its philosophies and training routines. I became an auditor exploring the vastness of the human mind and learned about the immortal nature of the spirit. At the age of 14, I was the youngest Class IV auditor in the New York area. I was famous and celebrated. Then it all came crashing down in the summer of 1977. (The year Star Wars came out)

Someone made a statement that was misinterpreted as an error on my part. However there was no way of proving it wasn't my error because there were two audiors involved and the statemetn wasn't specific as to which auditor had made the error. I was blamed for it and having no recourse I was reassigned to an administrative position within the church. I became the Director of Inspections and Reports, a fancy name for the area of the church responsible for statistics, and ethics. Devastated because of my loss in stature, I grudginly accepted the postion not realizing that it would expose me to the kind of knowledge that woud be key in my future.

I was shipped to the Scientology Mecca or Flag in Clearwater, Florida where I studied about ethics and its procedures for nearly four months. Some of the responsibilities of my department was going to be the processing of acts which the church considered criminal and worthy of discipline. During my last month at Flag, and as part of my internship, I had to review and approve (or disapprove) the results of Comities of Evidence. These were trials done by their peers at different churches throughout the world and it was up to me to accept their findings and set the disciplines, some of which were expulsions. Talk about an overwhelming amount of responsibility. I felt completely unworthy of the task at hand in spite of my training. So I was sent to this office on the top floor. It was a huge space but the clutter around made it look small. I spent three weeks there weeks there talking to L.Ron Hubbard himself.

I learned things during those three weeks that changed my life completely and believe it or not, they continue to change my life every day. He revealed keys to me, most of which made no sense but I accepted because of who he was. These keys, or bits of information, begun to make sense to me years later as I experienced life itsel. It was knowledge I could use and it opened life to me as a learning experience. Thanks to those three weeks of my life I continue to learn from life, and everything that I see and read. Life continues to open for me each day is a new page in a book I never read before and with it lessons as important as those first ones.

When I returned to the Church of Scientology in New York, I became aware of many things in the organization. There were plots within plots and secrecies that would undermine the organization from within. knew directly from L.Ron that fees were necessary to place value for goods whose recipient couldn't possibly estimate value before being exposed to the goods. The concept of earning a lesson needed to exist to establish the ethics necessary to create learning. But the organization I was part of was charging for falsehoods or services that were not being delivered.

I know now that I didn't have the balls to confront them and put things back on course but at the time I thought I didn't have the power, so I separated myself from the Church of Scientology. It is my opinion that it has become something different than what L.Ron had intended because of the internal power struggles that came after his passing. It was still the most workable system to deliver the ability to know how to know, so I did nothing about it.

I pursued my renewed ability of knowing how to know and continued to to accumulate usable knowledge. I no longer give the knowledge freely because I have learned my lesson in ethics but mankind seems to be on its own way to figuring things out, on their own. Until it does, I'll be around adding my own contribution from behind the scenes.

The Secret

My Visit to Ground Zero

I took a walk in the old world trade center area, now called ground zero by most.

I was glad to see the construction happening all around the area and in the old Twin Towers foundation.

It saddened me to see the many street peddlers setting up shop around the block and under the construction scaffolding on the sidewalks.

After the towers collapsed, commercialism began almost instantly in the streets of NY. I remember people protesting it initially. They said it was disrespectful to try to make money based on the disaster. But the protests died out and the peddlers remained. Ground zero became a tourist attraction.




People don't come and pay their respects to the thousands that perished in that bright sunny morning seven years ago. They come to have their picture taken next to the big empty hole in the ground or next to the security guard or cop that is standing around in his pristine uniform, almost as if the city had designed his post for that same purpose.



As I walked deeper into the PATH station to where the escalators and stairs retained some familiarityto the structure that had been there before 9/11 I felt the welling of emotion that I coulnt allow myself to have while someone was with me. It was my first time by myself. As the single tear escaped from my left eye I turned to the spectacle that the area had become and took pictures.


I guess everyone in the nation feels that they witnessed a tragidy that day. But to those of us that had to see it without the aid of the media, we now get to see the tragidy that it has become.

Soul Searching

I recently became very excited by an article on Discover Magazine that talked about searching for the soul. In the article there were several tales of scientist trying to prove scientifically the existence of the soul.

A couple of physicists, one of them being Penrose, the father of chaos theory, realized that the amount of information that is required to store a personality would never fit into the cellular structure of the human brain.

They found that this would be possible on the plank level which is subatomic in the order of 25 , that is 25 times smaller than an atomic particle, which placed this information in a sub quantum field and therefore outside of the space time continuum. They reason both that this is why there was a portion of the being that continued to record environmental information with rare clarity while the brain was unconscious or clinically dead. Since the plank level is outside of the space time continumum information written into it would continue to exist beyond the loss of atoms around it , namely the brain. and would wait on that level until it was ready to be pickded up again. The plank realm was created at the same time of the big bang and because this is the home of all personalities in our universe, it would represent the complete knowledge of everythying there is to know about the universe plus all the experiences of all the lifetimes of all the beings that have ever existed.



This would explain everything from out of body experiences to ascendence into a level where the knowledge of the universe is completely available.

The scientists have a way to go before they can conclusively prove this but while considering the information I realized they had not found the soul but just its depository of knowledge, because if the plan level begun at the same time as the big bang then its fair to say that since the soul is older than the universe, then it is also separate from it.

I really would appreciate feedback on this one.

Keys

If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, then the meal was cooked a long time ago.

The particle of admiration is so strong, its absence alone permits persistence.

The Shape of the Universe

The easiest way to describe the architecture of space-time, is as a really fat doughnut.

Or a planet with a hole right through its rotational axis.

Imagine if you would that all the possible timelines are stretched out from North Pole to south pole. North Pole would be the beginning of time. The big bang could be accurately represented as exploding in all possible directions. All time would flow back to a single point at the other end, or South Pole where it would collapse on itself. The result would be a black hole of the magnitude of all the universes and all time lines combined. The quantum energy built up on each time line would be measurable and immense. The energy released from such an event would make all versions of the multiverse pull back onto itself and create the mother of all black holes, leading to the other end of existence, the beginning.

Each aspect of existence would be more easily quantified. For example the quanta of energy at any given point on a time line would be reduced by someone leaping out of that time line and onto another one, or onto itself at another point in that line. Thereby changing both the departed and arrived at timelines creating new branches of reality at each. One where the individual left, one where it arrived to, and two more where the individual never left or arrived to at all.

It seems that the energy to break out of a time line is congruent with the cumulative quanta of that line measured from the begining. In other words, it would take more energy for a being to jump from a timeline when he is twenty years old than when he is forty years old. Time “mass” is equivalent in properties as matter. For example, it takes more energy to reach orbit from a more massive planet than a smaller one. It would therefore require nearly infinite energy to jump from one branch to another once both lines had already been building up for eons.

However, the point of least energy requirement is the point of creation. The moment where a version of reality branches out into two possibilities is the moment of least resistance, thereby the moment of least energy requirements. The person who is about to take his little space-time trip requires no energy at all to change path before he takes it. The decision just requires his thoughts. From the moment he takes his first step toward a decision that reality begins to build mass.

In a real life example: Mary goes back in time to kill her grandmother creating an alternate reality where her grandmother is killed (in her own reality her grandmother would have never been killed. Otherwise she would have never been born.) The consequences of not having the grandmother’s quantum energy in that universe begin to accumulate. Mary could move forward in time to see her present having been affected by her change but would not be able to move side ways back to her own time line where her grandmother is still alive. The infinite energy required to make the trip would make it impossible for her to move sideways back to her own branch reality.

The only way to get back to her own reality would be to move forward in time to the big crunch, then back to the big bang at the beginning and choosing the right branch of timeline out of a nearly infinite number at the moment of creation. Then moving forward to the time she left.