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ITT: Pattern recognition run amok.
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Did you even read those? Abe Lincoln had an affair with Marilyn Monroe, and his middle name was Bay of Pigs? AND he was a seer of the future in which he saw a potential nuclear war with the future Soviet Union (though it was worded like the S.U. existed then, and so did nukes). Just to name some.
As well, I've said it before: The logic that people attempt when they say "its just coincidence" is flawed, especially when they say "coincidence or not?", like the above. How does that make a lick of sense? Coincidence is a simple description that two or more events or aspects coincide together in a certain way or ways. It really doesn't offer any further explanation. Yes, some of those are coincidences (and some are just hogwash as nukes didn't exist at the time of Lincoln and neither did Monroe), but might there be more to the alignment? Might there be a larger order?
Both presidents as well helped to bring more freedoms to oppressed peoples, significantly.
But pattern recognition did go amok and awry, there- up there. Into complete B.S., with some.
On topic still: I read something recently where scientists believed they might be able to come up with some algorithm or something that would be able to predict the future, based on the past. Perhaps they didn't think it would be so precise, but on the simple idea that scientists consider that there might be a greater pattern to things-- that a better understanding of our past might help us to better predict furture patterns, doesn't that give the idea of synchronicity and order more merit than that that people seem to hold it with, often?
I think if we were high enough to see/if we had enough true history, we might have a different understanding.
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In my own history, those females (I'm male) that I considered marriage and that it was on the table with, their names strung together can form the word, "mask", as I found after them. Of course the purpose of life seems to be to continue life, and these were special because they were in that avenue (or what) to me.
Rick- you say all those other times that I don't make it out to be anything (that it is not 11:11 or 23), I simply don't pay mind to, but that I get excited when it does and try to make it something (you only see what your eyes want to see)... This doesn't work for me. Not so simply. These were the only times I had significant relationships, on this very human level. My experience. And when I found the pattern, I was looking for order, finding it seemingly every place, and it made sense to me. And I found that their first names had an average sum of 23 (where z=26, but add 2+6 to get 8, and add as 8, and sew on, as a common method of numerological calculation), this number that I had kept seeing, but not validated personally with such order like then, and the single one I asked to marry me had this sum as her name. This number that was the first number that I paid attention to of numbers as anything more than math stuff or the number of a jersey or counting (not that those aren't important to it)- that I began to see as significant (a feeling) before seeing why, really-- many years before building the memory I have of it. And, the one girl I did ask to marry me (said yes), she is where I began to see, and experience consciously what I call synchronicity. She was an awakening. At her. Like lock and key. Teeth in gears. She had my moms maiden name.
Mask made sense to me.
My first girlfriend in life was Kristin (fourth grade, lasted about two or three days). She and I, I much later in life found share a birthday. My mom went into labor at church, with me. I dated and became semi-close to one girl from that church-- Crystal. The first girl I got naked with was Christina, my next door neighbor growing up (around age 6-7). The first person to go down on me (earlier as I'm jumping around non linear) was Chris... and him me (2nd grade). The first show I watched that could be considered erotica/porn was Emmanuelle (another name used for Christ), and it may have been what I was watching prior to the first time I came. The first time I came with another person was with a girl named Elsa ("God's satisfaction"), in a church parking lot, and she married, years later, Roman. We were listening to track 23 of a Nine Inch Nails album- Nine Inch Nails commonly attached to the idea that the nails used on Christ were nine inches long (23 centimeters).
My first college roommate was a Black guy that preached "Christ", and wanted me to pray with him. It made me uncomfortable. He made me feel bad about smoking pot and things, or tried to. He had a girl pregnant- a girl he was with but then he had other girls stay the night and I think I walked in on him with two different ones in his bed in the first few weeks.
The first friend I made was Christopher Michael White (Mike). He was the first person to catch my eye-- I had an idea that he was a stoner/tripper. We tripped the first night we met, and soon, we decided to room together. I don't remember my first roommate's (Black guy, quarterback at my school, it was interesting, as my first intimate exposure with a Black guy) name.
There at school was when I met Alisha- the 23- the one with my mothers maiden name- the one I asked to marry me. And soon I developed a Christ complex, after that year at school. I had some kind of "awakening". But I really felt a connection. But I didn't know I had all the names of "Krist Cryst Christ" aligned- I hadn't reflected yet, like I have. And I didn't know the future, that I would find more resonance with (and that I will probably fail at describing) in that same image.
I could go on and mention how I met the next girl, and convoluted details... About how the first wedding I took her to was Christi Starr's and Nate Holmes's, and she completed the word, mask, by adding her name, and the first movie we saw together, our first time together (I brought it with me), was about a guy who has to wear a mask, and was really dreaming everything, and in stasis.
Bascally, these times were significant to me. Maybe they are all my eyes want to see, but that's still no explanation for it all, if that is to play it at all down insignificantly. These are all I have seen, and they align beautifully to me. There is more- a lot more, but its probably best I stop on that, for now.
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Fences.
My final girlfriend Marilyn (still before the last girl I fell for, though never formed a like relationship, with that one), the last weekend we spent together (we lived hours apart and our time was on weekends mainly), the Friday before I went to see her then I was at work on a project building a fence at a military/homeland security/police training facility. A bee flew under my glove and stung me under my left wrist, and I had an allergic reaction, as I do, to bee venom (and as I've found, a lot of things, more than anyone I know). An allergic reaction of course is an immune response to things "other". My arm swelled up, and hand, and I I remember my heart feeling weak and bones hurting. I was to help her and her dad build a fence there at her house that Saturday. It had been planned for weeks. The first time I would do this outside of work. She let me sleep, because of my reaction. They had help. I woke up toward the end, advised some, where I felt it necessary, and tied the fence to the posts.
That night, we got into a fight, sparked by my perceived differences in races, mainly Black society and White at that moment in time, not trying to be overly general, or racist, but she took me as being racist (its sensitive to even approach), and made it into an argument that they- Blacks were somehow "more evolved" than Whites, saying so in the tone that they were "superior". We had problems communicating. I got pissed when it devolved like that, and said a racist remark, giving up. Immature.
Anyhow, we ended soon after, before I'd see her again. We ended at fences. Things meant to keep other things out. We ended at an argument of Black and White, and differences, and difficulty and tension with examples of difference.
Allergic reactions (bee venom). Masks. And I wear a metaphorical mask. Metaphorical masks. And literal, sometimes, now.
No matter what, I'm going to see symbolism in this. I'm going to appreciate alignment when I see it, as I've tried to lay down. I was an artist. I like certain art. Its the only life I have, and these points, and people, among many others, have been significant to me... unlike many others, which maybe I didn't see. But what I've seen, I like. I'm glad I was with MASK- I'm glad it happened that way (I'm not sure what I'd be without it), and it ended (somewhat) at fence, and an allergic reaction to a bee sting at a defense training place. But I don't quite get it (one reason I write about it).
As well, I've said it before: The logic that people attempt when they say "its just coincidence" is flawed, especially when they say "coincidence or not?", like the above. How does that make a lick of sense? Coincidence is a simple description that two or more events or aspects coincide together in a certain way or ways. It really doesn't offer any further explanation. Yes, some of those are coincidences (and some are just hogwash as nukes didn't exist at the time of Lincoln and neither did Monroe), but might there be more to the alignment? Might there be a larger order?
Both presidents as well helped to bring more freedoms to oppressed peoples, significantly.
But pattern recognition did go amok and awry, there- up there. Into complete B.S., with some.
On topic still: I read something recently where scientists believed they might be able to come up with some algorithm or something that would be able to predict the future, based on the past. Perhaps they didn't think it would be so precise, but on the simple idea that scientists consider that there might be a greater pattern to things-- that a better understanding of our past might help us to better predict furture patterns, doesn't that give the idea of synchronicity and order more merit than that that people seem to hold it with, often?
I think if we were high enough to see/if we had enough true history, we might have a different understanding.
----
In my own history, those females (I'm male) that I considered marriage and that it was on the table with, their names strung together can form the word, "mask", as I found after them. Of course the purpose of life seems to be to continue life, and these were special because they were in that avenue (or what) to me.
Rick- you say all those other times that I don't make it out to be anything (that it is not 11:11 or 23), I simply don't pay mind to, but that I get excited when it does and try to make it something (you only see what your eyes want to see)... This doesn't work for me. Not so simply. These were the only times I had significant relationships, on this very human level. My experience. And when I found the pattern, I was looking for order, finding it seemingly every place, and it made sense to me. And I found that their first names had an average sum of 23 (where z=26, but add 2+6 to get 8, and add as 8, and sew on, as a common method of numerological calculation), this number that I had kept seeing, but not validated personally with such order like then, and the single one I asked to marry me had this sum as her name. This number that was the first number that I paid attention to of numbers as anything more than math stuff or the number of a jersey or counting (not that those aren't important to it)- that I began to see as significant (a feeling) before seeing why, really-- many years before building the memory I have of it. And, the one girl I did ask to marry me (said yes), she is where I began to see, and experience consciously what I call synchronicity. She was an awakening. At her. Like lock and key. Teeth in gears. She had my moms maiden name.
Mask made sense to me.
My first girlfriend in life was Kristin (fourth grade, lasted about two or three days). She and I, I much later in life found share a birthday. My mom went into labor at church, with me. I dated and became semi-close to one girl from that church-- Crystal. The first girl I got naked with was Christina, my next door neighbor growing up (around age 6-7). The first person to go down on me (earlier as I'm jumping around non linear) was Chris... and him me (2nd grade). The first show I watched that could be considered erotica/porn was Emmanuelle (another name used for Christ), and it may have been what I was watching prior to the first time I came. The first time I came with another person was with a girl named Elsa ("God's satisfaction"), in a church parking lot, and she married, years later, Roman. We were listening to track 23 of a Nine Inch Nails album- Nine Inch Nails commonly attached to the idea that the nails used on Christ were nine inches long (23 centimeters).
My first college roommate was a Black guy that preached "Christ", and wanted me to pray with him. It made me uncomfortable. He made me feel bad about smoking pot and things, or tried to. He had a girl pregnant- a girl he was with but then he had other girls stay the night and I think I walked in on him with two different ones in his bed in the first few weeks.
The first friend I made was Christopher Michael White (Mike). He was the first person to catch my eye-- I had an idea that he was a stoner/tripper. We tripped the first night we met, and soon, we decided to room together. I don't remember my first roommate's (Black guy, quarterback at my school, it was interesting, as my first intimate exposure with a Black guy) name.
There at school was when I met Alisha- the 23- the one with my mothers maiden name- the one I asked to marry me. And soon I developed a Christ complex, after that year at school. I had some kind of "awakening". But I really felt a connection. But I didn't know I had all the names of "Krist Cryst Christ" aligned- I hadn't reflected yet, like I have. And I didn't know the future, that I would find more resonance with (and that I will probably fail at describing) in that same image.
I could go on and mention how I met the next girl, and convoluted details... About how the first wedding I took her to was Christi Starr's and Nate Holmes's, and she completed the word, mask, by adding her name, and the first movie we saw together, our first time together (I brought it with me), was about a guy who has to wear a mask, and was really dreaming everything, and in stasis.
Bascally, these times were significant to me. Maybe they are all my eyes want to see, but that's still no explanation for it all, if that is to play it at all down insignificantly. These are all I have seen, and they align beautifully to me. There is more- a lot more, but its probably best I stop on that, for now.
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Fences.
My final girlfriend Marilyn (still before the last girl I fell for, though never formed a like relationship, with that one), the last weekend we spent together (we lived hours apart and our time was on weekends mainly), the Friday before I went to see her then I was at work on a project building a fence at a military/homeland security/police training facility. A bee flew under my glove and stung me under my left wrist, and I had an allergic reaction, as I do, to bee venom (and as I've found, a lot of things, more than anyone I know). An allergic reaction of course is an immune response to things "other". My arm swelled up, and hand, and I I remember my heart feeling weak and bones hurting. I was to help her and her dad build a fence there at her house that Saturday. It had been planned for weeks. The first time I would do this outside of work. She let me sleep, because of my reaction. They had help. I woke up toward the end, advised some, where I felt it necessary, and tied the fence to the posts.
That night, we got into a fight, sparked by my perceived differences in races, mainly Black society and White at that moment in time, not trying to be overly general, or racist, but she took me as being racist (its sensitive to even approach), and made it into an argument that they- Blacks were somehow "more evolved" than Whites, saying so in the tone that they were "superior". We had problems communicating. I got pissed when it devolved like that, and said a racist remark, giving up. Immature.
Anyhow, we ended soon after, before I'd see her again. We ended at fences. Things meant to keep other things out. We ended at an argument of Black and White, and differences, and difficulty and tension with examples of difference.
Allergic reactions (bee venom). Masks. And I wear a metaphorical mask. Metaphorical masks. And literal, sometimes, now.
No matter what, I'm going to see symbolism in this. I'm going to appreciate alignment when I see it, as I've tried to lay down. I was an artist. I like certain art. Its the only life I have, and these points, and people, among many others, have been significant to me... unlike many others, which maybe I didn't see. But what I've seen, I like. I'm glad I was with MASK- I'm glad it happened that way (I'm not sure what I'd be without it), and it ended (somewhat) at fence, and an allergic reaction to a bee sting at a defense training place. But I don't quite get it (one reason I write about it).
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your sarcasm detector requires attention.
if something might be then, by definition, it might not be. for me, that something "might be" carries absolutely no weight whatsoever as an argument.
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It was mixed in with fact. I understand it seems a lot of people who come up with these things do similar things... mixing half truths with truth, and sometimes totally false things, perhaps (like how it takes 23 seconds on average for blood to circulate the human body, though I can't confirm, it has been said to be totally false), but I have been doing nothing like that, myself. At least, I attempt not to. I try not to speak bullshit when it comes to things. I feel I'm rewarded if I tell the truth. I guess I felt that it was supposed to be a certain mirror of my attempts. I shouldn't take things like it personally, but I felt it detracted. Though, yes, it's funny.
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This thread, I think, makes a mockery of the utility of the concept of synchronicity. Synchronicity marks a moment in which your brain has picked up a nascent pattern, but unclear evidence as to whether this pattern is actually spurious activity (and essentially random), how far this pattern extends, etc. In this way, synchronicity marks a moment for the potential application of creativity in coming to understand our environment, but our engagement with synchronicity will tend to mislead us if we take it at face value or apply pie in the sky speculation to it.
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I chalk it up to the age-old human trait of believing what you want to be true rather than what the facts actually say - cognitive dissonance.
People like to feel important, and if triggering their pattern recognition circuitry gives them that dopamine, then good on them. I'm in ebola's camp on this one. But I also don't believe in the subterranean crystal wonderland where communism reigns supreme and humans don't act like dicks ever.
People like to feel important, and if triggering their pattern recognition circuitry gives them that dopamine, then good on them. I'm in ebola's camp on this one. But I also don't believe in the subterranean crystal wonderland where communism reigns supreme and humans don't act like dicks ever.
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What do the facts actually say?
If your post is at all in reference to me (and mine), I also don't believe in that.
For me, as I've attempted to relay, I've found a pattern of Christ (for instance) in prominent positions in my experience in life. I did find them when I needed or wanted to feel better, or was reasoning, I wouldn't doubt it. This doesn't change the facts.
So what are the facts that I might not be paying attention to, and what do they say?
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I went and saw Spiderman 2 not long ago. Just previous to going, I challenged a guy who tried to call me out, who said I can turn to any page in a book and pull something that I will if in the right mind derive some "cosmic" meaning from it, or something, and that it is a trick of the human mind to find patterns where there are none... To reach and "shoe horn", basically, iirc the gist of it. That same argument. I didn't deny that I could find some synchronicity-order, and to attempt to prove myself, as I might, and that I am not reaching (far), I took the challenge, because so many of you think I'm invalid. I asked him to send me any random passage.
I wrote detailed account in my blog, but some interesting key things that occurred were:
A. Went to movie, Spiderman 2.
B. Stopped and got another movie, Charlie Countryman, at a Redbox machine, and the temperature dropped about 10 degrees or so- I don't know, and wind picked up. A storm was near. I recognized there was another movie as a bonus with it, but didn't pay attention. I just decided to get it. And at this time, I noticed I had received the private message back from the person, with the passage, entertaining my request. The subject was on Saints, and how humans, even powerful humans, bow to them, among other things Saints. It was Nietzsche. I got home and took the disc out, getting ready to play it, in a movie mood still, and noticed the name of the extra movie was A Guide to Recognizing your Saints as I sat the disc down, the title on the B side, facing up. I smiled, reflecting the passage sent to me that I had just read, about saints.
C. I went to rinse out my glass, and it was slightly dark, but I noticed in the vortex that I had created from moving in circles the glass as the water poured, at the center was something-- I couldn't tell what. I let it slow down, and I started to see movement. Legs. A spider had found it's way into my glass, on that night I went to see Spiderman.
D. 23- in Charlie Countryman, the girl he falls in love with in it, Gabriella iirc, her locker at the place she performs music is locker 23. At the scene there, where she had this open, "The 23 Freak" signed online to Xbox Live. I don't remember anything while watching Saints.
I make no claim to know what is really going on (in writing, or words). It always seems to end at a question, for me, unlike (seemingly) so many others here, who seem to know what's really going on with me and the universe, and have some precise explanation, and how it puts me as invalid, in whatever, or when I say I paid attention here because it was first, or last, or felt the most, or what, they ask why I didn't travel to China and look at how many ants (or what) are at such and such street and that street... Not that that wouldn't be important somehow.
If I'm trying to find consonance, it seems to be there.
But I might be missing something. I apologize if it's something you said/meant.
If your post is at all in reference to me (and mine), I also don't believe in that.
For me, as I've attempted to relay, I've found a pattern of Christ (for instance) in prominent positions in my experience in life. I did find them when I needed or wanted to feel better, or was reasoning, I wouldn't doubt it. This doesn't change the facts.
So what are the facts that I might not be paying attention to, and what do they say?
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I went and saw Spiderman 2 not long ago. Just previous to going, I challenged a guy who tried to call me out, who said I can turn to any page in a book and pull something that I will if in the right mind derive some "cosmic" meaning from it, or something, and that it is a trick of the human mind to find patterns where there are none... To reach and "shoe horn", basically, iirc the gist of it. That same argument. I didn't deny that I could find some synchronicity-order, and to attempt to prove myself, as I might, and that I am not reaching (far), I took the challenge, because so many of you think I'm invalid. I asked him to send me any random passage.
I wrote detailed account in my blog, but some interesting key things that occurred were:
A. Went to movie, Spiderman 2.
B. Stopped and got another movie, Charlie Countryman, at a Redbox machine, and the temperature dropped about 10 degrees or so- I don't know, and wind picked up. A storm was near. I recognized there was another movie as a bonus with it, but didn't pay attention. I just decided to get it. And at this time, I noticed I had received the private message back from the person, with the passage, entertaining my request. The subject was on Saints, and how humans, even powerful humans, bow to them, among other things Saints. It was Nietzsche. I got home and took the disc out, getting ready to play it, in a movie mood still, and noticed the name of the extra movie was A Guide to Recognizing your Saints as I sat the disc down, the title on the B side, facing up. I smiled, reflecting the passage sent to me that I had just read, about saints.
C. I went to rinse out my glass, and it was slightly dark, but I noticed in the vortex that I had created from moving in circles the glass as the water poured, at the center was something-- I couldn't tell what. I let it slow down, and I started to see movement. Legs. A spider had found it's way into my glass, on that night I went to see Spiderman.
D. 23- in Charlie Countryman, the girl he falls in love with in it, Gabriella iirc, her locker at the place she performs music is locker 23. At the scene there, where she had this open, "The 23 Freak" signed online to Xbox Live. I don't remember anything while watching Saints.
I make no claim to know what is really going on (in writing, or words). It always seems to end at a question, for me, unlike (seemingly) so many others here, who seem to know what's really going on with me and the universe, and have some precise explanation, and how it puts me as invalid, in whatever, or when I say I paid attention here because it was first, or last, or felt the most, or what, they ask why I didn't travel to China and look at how many ants (or what) are at such and such street and that street... Not that that wouldn't be important somehow.
If I'm trying to find consonance, it seems to be there.
But I might be missing something. I apologize if it's something you said/meant.
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I went to a festival with my little sister the other weekend.. She is a primary school teacher..
She had a little math questionnaire in her bag for her class.. she was asking me the questions to pass the time on the train on the way there..
One of the questions was something like: What is your favourite thing in Maths?
I answered: The Fibonacci sequence.
On the way home, the next day, we got to the shop at the end of my road and it has one of those machines where you stick a coin in and it gives you a little plastic ball with a toy inside.. I told my sister that the guy that invented them started off with one machine outside of one shop which became so popular he managed to spread his idea around the world and become a multi-millionaire..
Less than 5 minutes later I get home.. My girlfriend is watching a VICE documentary about the man that made his millions - by inventing that machine etc etc..
I log onto facebook and the first thing on my timeline is a friend of mines status which read: I've just realised BP have the fibonacci sequence in their logo.. Cunts.
Coincidences come in many forms.. some so mundane you don't even realise it's happened.. others so unlikely that it seems impossible to be a mere coincidence.
The longer time goes on, the more the unlikely will become likely.. and the more you look (even subconsciously) the more you will see.
She had a little math questionnaire in her bag for her class.. she was asking me the questions to pass the time on the train on the way there..
One of the questions was something like: What is your favourite thing in Maths?
I answered: The Fibonacci sequence.
On the way home, the next day, we got to the shop at the end of my road and it has one of those machines where you stick a coin in and it gives you a little plastic ball with a toy inside.. I told my sister that the guy that invented them started off with one machine outside of one shop which became so popular he managed to spread his idea around the world and become a multi-millionaire..
Less than 5 minutes later I get home.. My girlfriend is watching a VICE documentary about the man that made his millions - by inventing that machine etc etc..
I log onto facebook and the first thing on my timeline is a friend of mines status which read: I've just realised BP have the fibonacci sequence in their logo.. Cunts.
Coincidences come in many forms.. some so mundane you don't even realise it's happened.. others so unlikely that it seems impossible to be a mere coincidence.
The longer time goes on, the more the unlikely will become likely.. and the more you look (even subconsciously) the more you will see.
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Alternately, synchronicity could mark a certain 'flow state' in experience, where creation intertwines with discovery, where the patterns that emerge appear 'too fitting', as one's interpretation from within in-forms one's interpretation of what's without (and vice versa) with uncannily seemingly direct influence.
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1. Just because someone has criticism they think invalidates a position does not entail that they also know the answer to the underlying question.
2. You present a straw man par excellence.
ebola
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what 23 said:
1. Just because someone has criticism they think invalidates a position does not entail that they also know the answer to the underlying question.
2. You present a straw man par excellence.
ebola
that is such a comically inaccurate characterisation.
i can only speak for myself. you claim to believe that all these mysterious coincidences are evidence of some other-wordly force at play (for want of a better term). i have tried to encourage you to consider that, given the mind-bogglingly vast numbers at play in the universe, what you're seeing could just as easily be explained by clumping in a random distribution. nothing more than a mundane, quite meaningless coincidence.
you don't even seem willing to entertain that as a possibility...
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Improbable.
Last girl I had sex with, without paying money, was Susan. I met her on POF. She "wanted to meet", choosing yes on my image. Right at that time I was questioning my attachment of redheads to other things and concepts, like Mars, for one (my ex was my first red haired girl to be in a relationship with, and her name- shortened each name is Mar Mar Duel, for one). I always doubt myself. And test.
Here a couple or a few red haired girls wanted to meet me in a row. At least two were teachers, including Susan. I was alerted to her, and her name resonated: "once upon a reality", as I was questioning what that was. So I jumped on it, contacting her.
After communicating some, I found out that she was actually in my home town, teaching English at the high school I went to. I currently live about an hour and a half from there. The weekend I went to see her, my mom's best friend- as well an English teacher, was visiting my mom. She does this about once a year as she lives a distance away.
We had sex after I massaged her, starting with oral on her. We had sex twice. She came 6 times, and I did twice. In the intermission (I think), she mentioned my aunt's name- she was the producer for plays put on by her (Susan's) drama club, so that was interesting to tell her- that she was my aunt. It was a cause of laughter. She mentioned how she liked her, and thought she was funny.
I found out she was English, when I asked if she was a catholic after she mentioned Lent. She belonged to the Church of England, and moved here from there when she was a child. Parents Scottish but she was born in England.
We watched a movie, Anchorman 2. I showed her a picture of a girl with a name (first) that starts with Z and ends A, who also has red hair, and is an actress. I forget what reason I gave to show her. I received prints 26/100 of a set of her father's art. I had already in messaging talked about the coincidences/synchronicity I had with numbers, and other things (names...), and decided to calculate her name up. I remember only 326- the full sum according to the common method I use, and I couldn't offer any association that I knew of off hand, though I do remember coming to the number, on a number of occasions greater than some.
As I was leaving we made plans to see each other the following weekend, when she was coming to my city/her hometown. We hugged. I kissed her forehead. As I walked out her door I saw her apartment number, 229. 229 is my name sum (like for 326, letter A is 1 and Z is 26). I saw it and pointed it out/mentioning that, and smiled, said goodbye, and left.
Outside as I walked to my car, I looked up at the sky and the first "star" I looked at was red. It was Mars (what I was thinking of in part when she first came to my attention, on POF, when it alerted me of her, for one).
Her friend got in a car crash and died the night before we were going to see each other again. I wasn't serious about a relationship with her, so it made it hard for me to keep in touch with her after that. I said condolences, but sort of let it go. (this last part, I don't mean to say "connects", not to claim it doesn't, but I'm simply adding it here because it happened).
Last girl I had sex with, without paying money, was Susan. I met her on POF. She "wanted to meet", choosing yes on my image. Right at that time I was questioning my attachment of redheads to other things and concepts, like Mars, for one (my ex was my first red haired girl to be in a relationship with, and her name- shortened each name is Mar Mar Duel, for one). I always doubt myself. And test.
Here a couple or a few red haired girls wanted to meet me in a row. At least two were teachers, including Susan. I was alerted to her, and her name resonated: "once upon a reality", as I was questioning what that was. So I jumped on it, contacting her.
After communicating some, I found out that she was actually in my home town, teaching English at the high school I went to. I currently live about an hour and a half from there. The weekend I went to see her, my mom's best friend- as well an English teacher, was visiting my mom. She does this about once a year as she lives a distance away.
We had sex after I massaged her, starting with oral on her. We had sex twice. She came 6 times, and I did twice. In the intermission (I think), she mentioned my aunt's name- she was the producer for plays put on by her (Susan's) drama club, so that was interesting to tell her- that she was my aunt. It was a cause of laughter. She mentioned how she liked her, and thought she was funny.
I found out she was English, when I asked if she was a catholic after she mentioned Lent. She belonged to the Church of England, and moved here from there when she was a child. Parents Scottish but she was born in England.
We watched a movie, Anchorman 2. I showed her a picture of a girl with a name (first) that starts with Z and ends A, who also has red hair, and is an actress. I forget what reason I gave to show her. I received prints 26/100 of a set of her father's art. I had already in messaging talked about the coincidences/synchronicity I had with numbers, and other things (names...), and decided to calculate her name up. I remember only 326- the full sum according to the common method I use, and I couldn't offer any association that I knew of off hand, though I do remember coming to the number, on a number of occasions greater than some.
As I was leaving we made plans to see each other the following weekend, when she was coming to my city/her hometown. We hugged. I kissed her forehead. As I walked out her door I saw her apartment number, 229. 229 is my name sum (like for 326, letter A is 1 and Z is 26). I saw it and pointed it out/mentioning that, and smiled, said goodbye, and left.
Outside as I walked to my car, I looked up at the sky and the first "star" I looked at was red. It was Mars (what I was thinking of in part when she first came to my attention, on POF, when it alerted me of her, for one).
Her friend got in a car crash and died the night before we were going to see each other again. I wasn't serious about a relationship with her, so it made it hard for me to keep in touch with her after that. I said condolences, but sort of let it go. (this last part, I don't mean to say "connects", not to claim it doesn't, but I'm simply adding it here because it happened).
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Captain.Heroin
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You don't see with perfect resolution. There are no coincidences or similarities. Your senses betray you. That is all.
Captain.Heroin
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That's presumptuous ... You see with your eyes. Or you don't see at all if you're blind...
You see, it is how everyone sees.
You see, it is how everyone sees.
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I had a string of visits with different escorts, all having some kind of red hair, though I didn't make the connection from their pictures. The first was a ginger, the second seemed auburn, possibly dyed, but said yes when I asked if her hair was red (in person), the third was Black, wearing a blond and black wig, but under it her hair was a red color. She was mixed. Had freckles. Light skin. The fourth was Black, and was also wearing a wig, but bright red.
The first one started her menstrual cycle while I was with her. I noticed blood on me while with her. The second one started it after I first contacted her, then getting back with me telling me she could only do oral, because. The third one, the mixed girl with red hair and blond (and some black) wig, started while I was with her. I noticed after, the blood on me. The fourth didn't have her cycle start, but she had a cold, and my name above her heart.
Then on my birthday- the 11th, I went to see a blond- almost white haired girl. The moon appeared full. It would be full the next day- the 12th. Her daughter's birthday was the 13th.
I went to celebrate my nephew, Will's 3rd birthday, and father's day, and my birthday, that weekend after with family. I stopped at Target to get cards, and in line got behind a male and a pregnant female, who seemed to be there together, and then another pregnant female filed in behind me, and then no one else.
Not similar, huh?
The first one started her menstrual cycle while I was with her. I noticed blood on me while with her. The second one started it after I first contacted her, then getting back with me telling me she could only do oral, because. The third one, the mixed girl with red hair and blond (and some black) wig, started while I was with her. I noticed after, the blood on me. The fourth didn't have her cycle start, but she had a cold, and my name above her heart.
Then on my birthday- the 11th, I went to see a blond- almost white haired girl. The moon appeared full. It would be full the next day- the 12th. Her daughter's birthday was the 13th.
I went to celebrate my nephew, Will's 3rd birthday, and father's day, and my birthday, that weekend after with family. I stopped at Target to get cards, and in line got behind a male and a pregnant female, who seemed to be there together, and then another pregnant female filed in behind me, and then no one else.
Not similar, huh?
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My birthday is on the 11th.. My girlfriends is the 22nd.. which of course.. is two 11's..
One of my sisters is on the 21st.. which if you subtract the 2nd digit of my birthday from my girlfriends birthday..
My other sisters is on the second.. Which is the second digit of my first sisters birthday..
My dads if on the 13th.. if you get my birthday and add the second digit of my girlfriends birthday..
My mums is on the 19th.. If you get my sisters birthday and then subtract the second digit of my girlfriends birthday..
My girlfriends brother has the same birthday, the 21st, as my sister.
My girlfriends dad has the same birthday as me, the 11th.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2FWtELWUS0
One of my sisters is on the 21st.. which if you subtract the 2nd digit of my birthday from my girlfriends birthday..
My other sisters is on the second.. Which is the second digit of my first sisters birthday..
My dads if on the 13th.. if you get my birthday and add the second digit of my girlfriends birthday..
My mums is on the 19th.. If you get my sisters birthday and then subtract the second digit of my girlfriends birthday..
My girlfriends brother has the same birthday, the 21st, as my sister.
My girlfriends dad has the same birthday as me, the 11th.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2FWtELWUS0
Captain.Heroin
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I had a string of visits with different escorts, all having some kind of red hair, though In didn't make the connection from their pictures. The first was a ginger, the second seemed auburn, possibly dyed, but said yes when I asked if her hair was red (in person), the third was Black, wearing a blond and black wig, but under it her hair was a red color. She was mixed. Had freckles. Light skin. The fourth was Black, and was also wearing a wig, but bright red.
The first one started her menstrual cycle while I was with her. I noticed blood on me while with her. The second one started it after I first contacted her, then getting back with me telling me she could only do oral, because. The third one, the mixed girl with red hair and blond (and some black) wig, started while I was with her. I noticed after, the blood on me. The fourth didn't have her cycle start, but she had a cold, and my name above her heart.
Then on my birthday- the 11th, I went to see a blond- almost white haired girl. The moon appeared full. It would be full the next day- the 12th. Her daughter's birthday was the 13th.
I went to celebrate my nephew, Will's 3rd birthday, and father's day, and my birthday that weekend after, with family. I stopped at Target to get cards, and in line got behind a male and a pregnant female, who seemed to be there together, and then another pregnant female filed in behind me, and then no one else.
Not similar, huh?
None of these things seem connected or significant in any way
Do you use meth? Normally meth users cling to their ideas of reverence regarding grandiosity, and tend not to let go.
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I don't use drugs currently. It's been awhile.
Maybe you just can't see it? Aren't meant to? Don't want to?
My dad was kicked out of a study at IU (lol), because the professor said he was cheating-- that human eyes shouldn't be able to see what he could.
Perhaps I'm not explaining it perfecty. Maybe its too fragmented here. And its not as if I claim to see how everything perfectly connects. But it seems I get a gist, of themes. An idea/ideas.
Here's an easy one:
I was hearing voices for few weeks or so that would say "Alicia Keys!", repeatedly, frequently. Alisha was an ex. Not my most recent ex, but she was special. That's the name I heard. Double association with her and the singer/musician. I hadn't spoken to her or communicated with her for about 9 months at that time.
Then I got a text from her after those weeks of hearing that... It wasn't intended for me- or didn't seem like it should be, but then again, I don't believe in true accidents. The message said something to the effect of "Do you have the corporate key? It's real important!!"
Alisha was like a key, and/or with a key, in my ignition.
That was the last time I heard from her, or that I tried to talk to her.
Maybe you just can't see it? Aren't meant to? Don't want to?
My dad was kicked out of a study at IU (lol), because the professor said he was cheating-- that human eyes shouldn't be able to see what he could.
Perhaps I'm not explaining it perfecty. Maybe its too fragmented here. And its not as if I claim to see how everything perfectly connects. But it seems I get a gist, of themes. An idea/ideas.
Here's an easy one:
I was hearing voices for few weeks or so that would say "Alicia Keys!", repeatedly, frequently. Alisha was an ex. Not my most recent ex, but she was special. That's the name I heard. Double association with her and the singer/musician. I hadn't spoken to her or communicated with her for about 9 months at that time.
Then I got a text from her after those weeks of hearing that... It wasn't intended for me- or didn't seem like it should be, but then again, I don't believe in true accidents. The message said something to the effect of "Do you have the corporate key? It's real important!!"
Alisha was like a key, and/or with a key, in my ignition.
That was the last time I heard from her, or that I tried to talk to her.
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these posts all contain words. words contain letters. they all contain letters. many of them are the same letters. i also see numbers. if i add some of these numbers together and subtract some of the other numbers i get more numbers. subtract and add, even more numbers. people on bluelight have nicknames. their nicknames are made if of these letters. posts have post numbers. post times are also made up of numbers. some of those numbers are the same as other numbers. the ones which are not the same can be made the same as the others by adding or subtracting numbers.
therefore something amazing is happening.
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therefore something amazing is happening.
alasdair
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