Ced and Trace in Positano

Talking to my ghost is not so much fun as enjoying the company of
relatives in Italy!

Murder in the Park

This impressionist painting contained what looked like a murder in the park until I edited it out. Now the image is less exciting so I wonder whether the change was for the best.

No Sunset No Bother

We sometimes forget in the middle of summer how wonderful Canadian winters really can be. Looking out over Lake Huron, one might be forgiven for saying amen after every pleasurable walk. The winter cold, like the summer heat, has it's joys and we do well not to forget them. I find the winter season inspiring and stimulating. Of course, it is different from the summer heat, but certainly there to be enjoyed and no reason to get depressed as long as one gets vitamin D and omega 3 oils.

Winter sunsets

Summer is not the only season for beautiful sunsets. In the Canadian winter, there are often magnificent sunsets. I love a walk in the snowy woods following the sun down, then sensing the light that stays on after the sun has dipped below the horizon.

Light of Many Seasons

The light in winter time and summer time is not the same. In winter, the light is reflected off more objects bouncing many times through and about the snow. A room often is brighter and it is easier for me to paint pictures. Inevitably, writing and painting in summer or winter are very different and pleasurable experiences. Living in Canada and the UK alternatively allows me to experience the many different effects of light on my mood and impressions.

Reading is Good! Reading Harry Potter is better!

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I like to read and paint. In recent and for many years like many people my favourite series of books was the Harry Potter series. JK Rowland kept my imagination fired up in ways that was most wonderful. I would be exaggerating if I didn't say that her books were not of the sort one finds hard to put down. Truth be told, I am waiting for the point when I have forgotten the story line and can start reading the series again.

The Ubiquity of Environmental DisEconomics - The Case of Canadian Forest Destruction

It's so distressing, if you bother even the think about it for a minute.

Damn their eyes!  Why bother to think about it?

How can you possibly remain a proud Canadian, if you know what Canadians are being paid to do to their precious forests at a time when they really do know the damage they are doing!  You can't!  

You should be shitting your pants in anguish and shame.   Would you kill your mother land?  

Then, why continue to allow Canadians, and even encourage them to destroy your mother land and the precarious balance of the earth?   Who gains?   

The mining taxes are not sufficiently high, so Canadians don't gain.   

What a weakling of leadership, they do have that our Prime Minister can smile at this crime.    What smug smug wasters these leaders are!  What's his name?

"Let them eat cake!  Laissez manger gâteau!" said a famous Marie before her beheading.   So out of touch with new values, so vulnerable to the whirlwinds of social change.

Let's think about it... And think so more.  Damn, damn, damn... Why should I care anyway?

Canada is no longer a nation of common purpose!   

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends!  May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.

What really can matter?

It's possibly trite to think we of the modern world know more about our state of existence than man of the Christian or Early Roman period.

Our personal hell is that we are on that path driven by technology which creates a universe that may deprive us of our destiny.

We see evidence of that in the choices already made that preclude future paths of world existence and happiness.

For example, should Hitler have not murdered so many wonderful people of Jewish descent our lives would almost certainly have been immensely richer.  

Our conscious universe is evolving into sadness as we are driven faster and faster into the emptiness of existence without the passion of the departed Jewish people.  Those whose lives were foreshortened would almost certainly have paved the way to solutions we now can only dream about and may never realise.  So it is true that the sins committed by Hitler may yet deal upon us the hells of all hells, and the revenge of those foreshortened may the shallowness of our existence and of these who follow blindly on.   

That we will never be conscious of those other possibilities shatters the depravity of our present trends of existence.  

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends!  May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.

The Unfathomable Reaches of Men's Minds

You think that you know yourself. Well think again?

When Professor Penrose of Cambridge raised the question that men's minds might reach into the very depths of unseen dimensions, he opened a pandora's box of such hidden rooms and deposits, that man cannot be man in order to comprehend.

When the most minute of entities becomes a playground of our fantasies, so do we create the very largess of our realms. By making operable what is small, we open space to larger and larger forms of realisation. Space is after all, the place where man observes and by increasing space by reducing the scale of man's operations, man creates enormous playgrounds of existence and rationality.

Were we reduced to the size of a pin head billions and billions more of sentient beings could realise their conscious lives and be self fulfilling.

We thus enlarge space by reducing our scale of operations, as well as by increasing our scale of operations. Were we also to reduce down to the world of probability and size that the exclusion principle no longer applies, we have infinite space and worlds where the capacity for self realisation is so great as to be unimaginable. Yes, we are within grasp of the unfathomable reaches of sentient men's minds.

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends! May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.

The Desperation that Leads to Destruction

Man has the capacity for ever larger and larger projects and enormous feats of engineering prowess. As mistakes of the past contribute increasingly to desperate measures to bring about a redress, the mistakes of the future mount in larger and larger scales. Like building ever larger pyramids that cost a society more and more effort, the monuments of engineering in the future will dwarf imaginings of the past.

By this logic the search for tinier and tinier places to put charges that will create massive structures of dependent logic will overwhelm our imagination.

What remains, however, at the end of the day, is that the wrong mathematics will prevail unless soundly chosen from nature's repertoire of proven tools of construction.

It will become clearer and clearer how insufficient man's capacity has become compared tom the challenge of the 'Gods' of ages who have relied on natural processes to discern the most reliable mathematical bases of engineering feats.

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends! May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.

Canada's Boreal Forest - How Canada Destroys Our Future Forests in a Blink of an Eye

If you think that the roads being built in Ontario are worth what is happening to places elsewhere in Canada, think again!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/gallery/2010/sep/07/tarnished-earth-oil-sands?&CMP=EMCENVEML1452

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends! May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.

Just Groups of Words - A Ghost of an App by Spud Pickles - Wiseacreing about the Meaning of it All

Suppose that each morning you received an envelope containing a collection of english words in different colours. You are told only that the words are not random, but that whatever produced them is like a special machine that can be used by whatever exists in what is referred to as a flux. The flux is influenced by a special being or multiple beings and it is named the quantum flux. Quantum relates to the notion of being very tiny and to being a source of fluctuations in things much larger.

What would you think of the possibility that the words could have meaning, have special meaning, or potential meaning for you.

Obviously, they will have meaning being English words.

Less obvious, though very likely, they will have special meaning.

Even less obvious, though even more likely, they will have potential meaning.e

Thus, it is that the iPad/iPhone app by Spud pickles, a ghost machine, is probably a winner.

Whenever, we consider randomness, we face the issue that what we are dealing with is a stream. No streams can ever be truly random in a cause and effect world. However, if the world has regions that are not cause and effect, we may not even think of it as a world. So it is that we are in a nether land, a land between.

Our notions of randomness are fundamentally flawed. We see very partially what is around us. That us what the Ghost is telling us.

Our reality is that we exist in a completely predetermined world in which we have the illusion of indeterminateness and randomness. That our world was not always predetermined may be speculated, but it is inherent in our world that all is done. The story is spun. We are what we are and we believe otherwise because to do so continues the illusion so necessary for us to live one of our stories that of our being in a position to continuously choose.

Like the interpretation of words from the ghost machine, we can choose in a limited way which path of our world to follow. The beauty of our illusion is such that we are never told the meaning, but derive it through the pursuit of our understandings of the streams that flow to us. We, in effect, are flawed Bayesian processors that tell our consciousness continuously that given such and such then such and such.

Gurdieff, the teacher, referred to this thought process when carried out between individuals as wiseacreing. We continuously wiseacre about the streams flowing at us. Our problem is that there is not really a flow. The flow is predetermined matter that already exists and is not random, but completely determined. No room for ambiguity there.

We do have choices and are in universes of choices made for us. That we may experience much in other 'life streams' is to me apparent, but I cannot think how you might ever come to think that except in this life by reading my writing.

My thoughts about the universes can in no way limit your realities and experiences, but may alter your explorations temporarily.

Will ye no think kindly on those who would be your friends! May the sun shine with your thoughts, today, and happiness grow in your heart! May you allow yourself some peace of mind.