tinmachine's Blog

I feel like I should set priorities for what I should be reading and learning and try to keep track of it all so I can see if there are any patterns or if it all seems to be moving in a specific direction.

I'm just using this blog as a place to record my thoughts, so I can take a step back and look at them in one sweeping view, like stepping backwards to look at the overall impression of a painting. Sometimes you get caught up in the brushstrokes.
 

I feel like the geology stuff is important, not as urgent but necessary groundwork, foundation for something else I will need to know in the future.  Need to get geology book of Texas and study my area, the place where I was born, my main point of reference in the universe.  I need to understand why I’m in this geographical location and why I seem to be stuck and “hidden” here.  I know I took the road trip to Eden and such because they were a mirror of the holy places in Israel where God manifested himself in the physical in some way, same latitudes as those places, but maybe the main point is that they are holy places and maybe this place where I was born and live is one of those holy places for some reason.  I’d like to figure out why.  Maybe it’s the underground water and caverns.  Most holy places are built over underground rivers.  Maybe I’m here until I get the necessary info I need to move on to the place of action.  It’s the place where the god speaks through the wall.  Maybe the wall is thin here.  But let’s look for patterns:

It all seemed to start with the Greeks--that book I checked out while at university.  The only thing I remember about that book is the one quote that seemed to come alive to me and wake me up spiritually/intellectually: “To the man who pursues his studies in the proper way, all geometric constructions, all systems of numbers, all duly constituted melodic progressions, the single ordered scheme of all celestial revolutions, should disclose themselves...[by] the revelation of a single bond of natural interconnection.” (Epinomis)  There.  From the get-go, I was told that I was to string all of what I was learning together and look for patterns and connections.  That it ALL means something significant.  Look for clues in memories and past not just now.

In the early times, I was obsessed with physics, number, and music.  It was really the opening up of my ears in aural skills class at university and the teacher making us sight sing that Schoenberg melody that really opened up my brain.  It was one of those weekends at home when I was reading about Pythagorus and his tubes, string and numbers that I looked up at the oak tree (Polyhymnia--my tree of knowledge) and heard in that great gust of wind on cue sounds I had never heard before.  Tree, sounds, number, vibration of number, oak tree, sacred song, music has always been my first language, my connection to the other world and the other way of thinking, the medium through which we communicate.  It was my fate to become a polymath and discover the connections between what I was learning, read the signs, find the patterns, find the real message that was encoded and interlaced within it all.  Like the connection between the black birds’ flying patterns and the wind gusting waves on the water, all are moved by the unseen wind, manifesting in patterns of birds and waves.  I can read the wind by reading its effects.  Again, finding the encoded, hidden, not easily seen message among the patterns of the things I am seeing and learning.

The unknown friend.  Staying with me, incredibly dedicated to me, dropping all these clues for me.  Helping me unlock my memory.  Lying me down, comforting me when I get flustered.  He’s on the other side.  I have to get to him.  Is all this preparation for doorways to other worlds just a preparation for death?  It doesn’t make sense.  Yes, death is a crossing over to another world.  People keep telling me that things won’t make sense until I’m dead.  But that makes no sense.  Everyone dies, but no one is getting this life-long dissertation on crossing over like I am.    There’s something unusual going on here?  Will I really get to be a first at something?  Will I, like Jacob, see or experience a first, something that no one else has seen or experienced before?  Or at least very few?  I think I just want to be special.

Music or vibration of some kind might be the key to the door?  Contour of space, music, geometry, geography, sun on horizon, time, time markers, equinoxes, all taking me HOME.  I can change frequency or pitch by BENDING space instead of cutting it--changing pitch by bending the string instead of lengthening or shortening it.  How does one bend space naturally?  Stay on these roads.  Roads, a place, but a time too, evening, when the sky is bluing and the moon is rising, the time of day I was born, such a critical time.  Maybe even the time and place of my birth is encoded with some meaning I was meant to remember.  Spring, new grass, flowers, leaves, rain showers, reflecting puddles, renewing life, resurrection, Orion low on the horizon, evening, blue, white big moon, soft night, beautiful slant light, feel of breeze on my skin, time when worlds overlap, time of transition, the tangent of light and earth, the thin band between light and darkness that encircles the globe once every twenty-four hours, time, an acceptable time, a cyclical time.  Watercourses suddenly filled with water at the right, acceptable time, pathways already there, just lost their key, don’t make sense until the right moment.

So it started with music, mathematics, physics, and the wind in a tree.