Patterns swirled all around him, a massive torrent of knowledge.
Astounding amounts of information, information of untold origins. And darker things.
It was a tunnel of pure data and terrible purpose.
He did not know the patterns. He felt his mind trying to reach through the torrent, his mind trying to encompass all of that horror.
The brain seemed to reel from all of it. The magnificence and pandemonium of it.
The torrent raged and raged and then he fell down the tunnel of the eye.
He flew down so fast, faster than he could even process… it was like dancing between the stars faster than the speed of light, beyond physical limitations.
Then He felt that the tunnel was pregnant with him, that his destination grew closer. Then….
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The garden appeared before him. It was beyond anything that could be known by him. A garden of pure creation. In the middle of that garden, that beautiful garden of data, he saw it. The Palace of Light.
He felt the light of the great structure hit him. It was warm and flowed about him as much water, as air.
When it touched him he remembered.
He was the Samurai.
He noticed first that he was cast in splendid armor. The o-yoroi of the Samurai, though it glowed. It shown in a bright yellow, the color of the sun with white and blue trim. The yellow and white of it glowed like the star it was. His helm and hair was a helm of flame. The blue stayed shadowy even in all that light. He then noticed the sword next, the incredibly ornate sword, the same color as his armor. It was a katana, long and powerful, fastened at his belt in its sheath.
How he knew the artifact was powerful he did not know. But he knew.
He remembered now! He WAS the Samurai! The warrior, the swordsman of the patterns of light, the blade of the neon and nexus.
He shuttered in a deep pain and deeper pleasure at this experience.
The palace of light shown before the Samurai. A place of golden light and amber. A palace with walls of hvper dense golden data. The light of knowledge constantly on the move. He entered into the walls, the patterns swirling around him, embracing him. The Palace accepted him into itself.
Then the lady descended to meet him. A being of such potency that he could not stand in the sight of her. His mind raced, his body shook, the booming of an unspoken scream echoed in his ear. His sensor perception warped under the stress of the eddy she created.
The lady of the light, the transcended one, beckoned the samurai. He never hesitated a second, moving with purpose to kneel at her feet.
The Samurai knelt at her feet, weeping tears of blood and code. She placed a hand on his shoulder and the world almost went black, such was the potency of her. She nodded when he weathered the storm of it.
“On honored Samurai, you have been so armed”, her voice was purest quicksilver, pouring over him and directly into him. “Will you accept our task?”
“My lady. For you anything,” the Samurai weeped and shuttered out. His mind in the throws of pleasure, pleasure a hair’s breath away from torment.
“You will be our trumpet to the world,” she said. The weapon you weld, the sword of awakening chaos, shall sing a mighty song, a song of sundering. And the world will change.” She smiled.
It terrified the Samurai to see that smile, just as it drove him to orgasm. “I have freed you from the service of those that are not honorable my chosen.”
“My Lady,” he wept.
“You are my sword now.” She sang and roared within him.
“My Lady,” the tears of pure pleasure and pain.
“Receive me now my sword, be my sword now, my Samurai.”
She reached her regal arm down, a glowing length of white, her long inhuman fingers caressed the Samurai and rested on his forehead.
The holy fire came then. Existence that was pain, but in that pain was a pleasure, an ecstasy of being without limit.
He fell from her then, his existence seeming to fold down into itself. A dark passage.
He fell and fell. It felt like ages. Again his senses warped under the pressure of it. Was it oblivion approaching? The Samurai did not know. Could not know. Could not be, at all in that state.
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He awoke screaming and in pain, lying in his bed soaked with sweat.
“Shut the F&%@ up man we tryin’ ta sleep in here” said the other Prisoner in Ian’s cell. He had awakened that was all that he knew. Could know now.
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A little short story I wrote. Set in my Digital Reality Universe. Thinking about fleshing it out into full blown story. - TL
Friday, April 2, 2010
X = F – ((H*(A))/B) The Friday Time Theorem
The Friday Time Theorem
I know you are all sitting there wondering why the day is dragging by. This is simple. It is because of the Friday Time Dilation effect.
Simply stated as H, representing the Hour, approaches the event horizon, F, where F represents the time you can leave work, safely for all values. Time starts to slow down. That's right folks as Time gets closer to the end of the day, time does slow down.
I put it all into this handy question.
X = F – ((H*(A))/B)
F = Emancipation Time
H = Time, usually minute or hours approachig
A = Level of want for it to be F, I call it the Slacker Factor
B = Busy Factor
X = The level of time distortion
Genius isn’t it. And yes you are correct. What this means is that B, the Busy Factor also has an influence on the passage of time.
Now I don’t want to get into the fact of explaining if time we are dealing with here is A(T) actual time, or R(T) Reality time,
Or as I like to call it the Ixtli affect of intelligence on the local environment of space/time. That is for another day.
You can make it!
TGIF.
I know you are all sitting there wondering why the day is dragging by. This is simple. It is because of the Friday Time Dilation effect.
Simply stated as H, representing the Hour, approaches the event horizon, F, where F represents the time you can leave work, safely for all values. Time starts to slow down. That's right folks as Time gets closer to the end of the day, time does slow down.
I put it all into this handy question.
X = F – ((H*(A))/B)
F = Emancipation Time
H = Time, usually minute or hours approachig
A = Level of want for it to be F, I call it the Slacker Factor
B = Busy Factor
X = The level of time distortion
Genius isn’t it. And yes you are correct. What this means is that B, the Busy Factor also has an influence on the passage of time.
Now I don’t want to get into the fact of explaining if time we are dealing with here is A(T) actual time, or R(T) Reality time,
Or as I like to call it the Ixtli affect of intelligence on the local environment of space/time. That is for another day.
You can make it!
TGIF.
Kei Katan? Conversational Kalaykan.
Alright class time for another lesson in Kalaykan. (And I know people think this is a joke, but I have a pretty nice library of words and grammar building up here)
Kei - Rough Translation: “What? Huh? Pardon?” (Depends on the situation it was used in)
Katan - RT: Good, Good Happening.
Shitsudo - RT: A great Storm, or a Storm of Fate. Like a S-storm. Derived from twelve kokki.
Erzul - RT: Oh well? Shit Happens? What can yah do? (Verbal equivalent of a shrug)
Wal Jamas - RT: An offer of thanks. Thank you etc.
Phrase: Kei Katan - Rough Translation: What’s Good? What’s up?
That concludes todays lesson.
Kei - Rough Translation: “What? Huh? Pardon?” (Depends on the situation it was used in)
Katan - RT: Good, Good Happening.
Shitsudo - RT: A great Storm, or a Storm of Fate. Like a S-storm. Derived from twelve kokki.
Erzul - RT: Oh well? Shit Happens? What can yah do? (Verbal equivalent of a shrug)
Wal Jamas - RT: An offer of thanks. Thank you etc.
Phrase: Kei Katan - Rough Translation: What’s Good? What’s up?
That concludes todays lesson.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Proper methods for eating Post Grape-nuts
Well one of my favorite cereals happens to be Grape-Nuts. Or Perhaps "Crunchy Nuggets" as it is known by the generic store brand or Walmart brand.
Yes the cereal with the hard little nuggets.
There is a proper method to thoroughly enjoying this cereal. Rather, there is more than one way.
I will detail the three methods I know of.
1.) Eat it crunchy.
Usually for the imatient and those with strong teeth. Would not recommend to those with chipped teeth. Or weak jaws.
2.) Let it sit method.
I am a practicioner of this method. One pour cereal into a bowl, then add sugar (not that much really, or per your taste) Then let it sit for about 3 - 10 minutes. This depends on the level of crunchiness you want it to retain. When you return it will be nice and soft and yummy. NOTE: Be careful how much you put into the bowl before adding milk. This cereal has an incredible expansion factor. May want to refrigerate it while soaking, it will become room temperature. (I know some people like their milk like really cold when they eat their cereal. Others like it warmer. which segways into our third method.
3.) Cook 'Em.
This is a method I have only tried it a few times. Place the grape nuts into the bowl per usual. But then you microwave the incredients for a period of time. With the Cereals absorption factor and heat it turns into a kind of oatmeal like dish. Never managed to get it right on my few tries. May require much less milk
NOTE: I eat grape nuts mostly for the texture and fun of it. Its not really known as a "Taste" cereal. More like a plain granola, and depends on sweetness of milk.
Note to self: Need to do blog on "Food preferences: Texture, Food preferences: Taste, Food Preferences: Fun factor, also do Blog on B4D and B4L.
Yes the cereal with the hard little nuggets.
There is a proper method to thoroughly enjoying this cereal. Rather, there is more than one way.
I will detail the three methods I know of.
1.) Eat it crunchy.
Usually for the imatient and those with strong teeth. Would not recommend to those with chipped teeth. Or weak jaws.
2.) Let it sit method.
I am a practicioner of this method. One pour cereal into a bowl, then add sugar (not that much really, or per your taste) Then let it sit for about 3 - 10 minutes. This depends on the level of crunchiness you want it to retain. When you return it will be nice and soft and yummy. NOTE: Be careful how much you put into the bowl before adding milk. This cereal has an incredible expansion factor. May want to refrigerate it while soaking, it will become room temperature. (I know some people like their milk like really cold when they eat their cereal. Others like it warmer. which segways into our third method.
3.) Cook 'Em.
This is a method I have only tried it a few times. Place the grape nuts into the bowl per usual. But then you microwave the incredients for a period of time. With the Cereals absorption factor and heat it turns into a kind of oatmeal like dish. Never managed to get it right on my few tries. May require much less milk
NOTE: I eat grape nuts mostly for the texture and fun of it. Its not really known as a "Taste" cereal. More like a plain granola, and depends on sweetness of milk.
Note to self: Need to do blog on "Food preferences: Texture, Food preferences: Taste, Food Preferences: Fun factor, also do Blog on B4D and B4L.
A most holy day has arrived!!
This day is a most auspicious day for people such as I.
For those of us who follow the Path and the Paradigm this one of our most Sacred of Days.
Yes today is April 1st. April Fools Day.
A day solely dedicated to the marvels of trickery and chicanery. Shills and Marks beware.
Though, don’t worry, you have nothing fear from me. As I practice the arts of Trickery and Grifting year round, I like to take this day off for rest and to admire the resonance of things. To look back upon the year and revel in my successes AND failures. I also use it to plan out my goals and schemes for the rest of the year.
Indeed you have a reprieve today from this Raven.
Though it could also be an elaborate ruse to get you to lower your guard just so I can strike with overwhelming force. Always keep in mind the truth. (~_-)?
Bless you all this day.
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“May you all find enlightenment by being knocked into Outside awareness.” – C. Ritchie, one of my teachers.
For those of us who follow the Path and the Paradigm this one of our most Sacred of Days.
Yes today is April 1st. April Fools Day.
A day solely dedicated to the marvels of trickery and chicanery. Shills and Marks beware.
Though, don’t worry, you have nothing fear from me. As I practice the arts of Trickery and Grifting year round, I like to take this day off for rest and to admire the resonance of things. To look back upon the year and revel in my successes AND failures. I also use it to plan out my goals and schemes for the rest of the year.
Indeed you have a reprieve today from this Raven.
Though it could also be an elaborate ruse to get you to lower your guard just so I can strike with overwhelming force. Always keep in mind the truth. (~_-)?
Bless you all this day.
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“May you all find enlightenment by being knocked into Outside awareness.” – C. Ritchie, one of my teachers.
The Kalaykan Codec
What is Kalaykan?
Kalaykan is my attempts at creating a scratch built code language.
The scope has been a bit daunting but it shows some promise. I decided to use the English alphabet for my symbols as it is the most readily available to me and I am familiar with it.
Make no mistake though. This is not a rehash of English language with the letters mixed around. I am making up a new syntax and grammar structure. This is where the hard part comes in.
Part of a language is in codifying and programming of your own thought processes. So its hard to adopt rules and learn to rethink in a different way than we are initially brought up in. I sometimes wonder about this, in relation to Child Development, and how it would be possible to have an educated mind, but one free from language and cultural barrier and reality filters. Could such a mind function without a framework for sentience. ( I probably should look into this for further blogs)
I am still trying to work on the syntax. I want to go two different ways, still deciding on which. The real purpose is to have a functioning adaptable, yet down and dirty code language that you can talk in with security. I intended to add a layer of subtlety in the language so that it can be tricked out to deceive and be double edged. I am not a linguist however and it is rather hard. In any case some short Kalaykan.
“Adia Analsa Fallina en grati.” - Rough translation: Always help family in need
Aen – Roughly Translation: Hello, Goodbye, Yes?, Hey!
Mirda - is a possessive. It means my, but I am also deciding if it should mean I as well.
Lais - Attractive Person
Random Fact: Kalaykan makes no distinction in Feminine and Masculine. Only in direct reference to sex of character, medically.
Ohma – Mother, strictly biologically. There is no word for mom and dad, just Parent. Ohma can also mean a birthplace in slang.
Jakarutu translates to Existence wariness. I will be going into Jakarutu in a upcoming blog.
“Mirda caslaa verodinyr” – (b^_^)b
Kalaykan is my attempts at creating a scratch built code language.
The scope has been a bit daunting but it shows some promise. I decided to use the English alphabet for my symbols as it is the most readily available to me and I am familiar with it.
Make no mistake though. This is not a rehash of English language with the letters mixed around. I am making up a new syntax and grammar structure. This is where the hard part comes in.
Part of a language is in codifying and programming of your own thought processes. So its hard to adopt rules and learn to rethink in a different way than we are initially brought up in. I sometimes wonder about this, in relation to Child Development, and how it would be possible to have an educated mind, but one free from language and cultural barrier and reality filters. Could such a mind function without a framework for sentience. ( I probably should look into this for further blogs)
I am still trying to work on the syntax. I want to go two different ways, still deciding on which. The real purpose is to have a functioning adaptable, yet down and dirty code language that you can talk in with security. I intended to add a layer of subtlety in the language so that it can be tricked out to deceive and be double edged. I am not a linguist however and it is rather hard. In any case some short Kalaykan.
“Adia Analsa Fallina en grati.” - Rough translation: Always help family in need
Aen – Roughly Translation: Hello, Goodbye, Yes?, Hey!
Mirda - is a possessive. It means my, but I am also deciding if it should mean I as well.
Lais - Attractive Person
Random Fact: Kalaykan makes no distinction in Feminine and Masculine. Only in direct reference to sex of character, medically.
Ohma – Mother, strictly biologically. There is no word for mom and dad, just Parent. Ohma can also mean a birthplace in slang.
Jakarutu translates to Existence wariness. I will be going into Jakarutu in a upcoming blog.
“Mirda caslaa verodinyr” – (b^_^)b
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