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Data has been coming in to me today. It has been hard to handle.

At some point today, I whimsically wondered if Christ is an antenna. And if the cross is an antenna. And if the sun is an antenna.

Brother’s radio comes on, plays “All we are is dust in the wind.”

My ipod song immediately plays, “5546,5 – Suddenly there’s a valley plays”

I immediately google 5546,5, wondering what it could refer to, and find “Helicoil 5546-5 M5 x 0.8 Metric Coarse Thread Repair Kit”; this seems to allude to a “helical antenna.” I find it very intriguing, especially since I had just wondered about the sun being an antenna.

I write a note, “How would aliens communicate with us? Or God? Could a sun be an amplifier of a signal?”

I do some more chatty stuff with googling and the radio, debate solipsism with it, etc. I feel more and more compelled to tell people about the antenna and the song.

Other things come up intimating that I am an incarnation of Christ or that there is nothing other than me, although I am having difficulty accepting this perception and am skeptical of it as an incomplete understanding of a situation. Christ is an antenna and “me” is a rough thing to delineate.

I am convinced that I need to write. Am agitated, because I feel that I have a responsibility to be working as well. But it seems that the communication stream is very insistent upon me writing.

I write a long narrative (I’ll attach a link to it later) and the songs seem to get very angry at me.

Mom comes in, was out. She said, “You wouldn’t believe the things that happened to me today, a weird string of coincidences.”

I tell her about my stuff in a roundabout way, about the struggle with feeling compelled to write a narrative, yet feeling very torn and tired with it all.

Our Internet connection won’t let me do any work. I check connection again by trying to go to Facebook, and find this entry as the first entry on 2:58 p.m:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/02/23/3146111.htm?section=justin

Christchurch in New Zealand article–the first time I come across it. I guess it happened last night? I don’t know. I haven’t been watching the news. “Rescuers have had to amputate limbs to free survivors from collapsed buildings in earthquake-hit Christchurch, police said this morning, estimating 100 people remained trapped in the rubble.”

3:01 p.m. I turn on my Ipod to see what song comes up.
Assassinate (Take 1) Visite du vigile by Miles Davis

(I’m thinking that it is commentary from God-concept/superconsciousness that it has the power to wipe out towns.)

3:03 – A lecturer comes on–the title is track 23. Words from the lecture: “I never tell people who won.”

3:05 – Next Lecturer Brooks Landon comes on my ipod, with the lecture, “Prompts of Explanation…” and it seems to reinforce the idea that I should write, reflect, and comment upon my experiences.

3:34 – Our Internet is still bad, unless it has to do with things I feel compelled to do, like post this post.

Lady

Track 23 makes me think of the 23rd psalm:

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

Footnotes:
Psalm 23:4 Or the valley of the shadow of death

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Also, the reference to “valley” makes me think “crater” –

Also found out that sunspots can cause earthquakes. http://www.thunderbolts.info/tpod/2005/arch05/051221earthquake.htm

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This is an ominous post, I know–I’ve been going through this mystical experience and am hoping to write more about it.

I was hoping that we could actually think our way through to a better possibility, and make some radical changes to our way of life to be better citizens of this big ball of information, this “ness” that we’re in. But some of the this seems to be coming to me as a mandate from this superconsciousness–a mandate that it could use the sun, if it wanted, to try and make us be better stewards.

I feel guilty about the people of ChristChurch as I had prayed to the sun that perhaps it could disrupt or augment cell phone communications if this would help the bees survive. I’ve also asked the sun to prioritize the earth as an organism first, with its animals and plants and currents and insect world, and to consider us as an afterthought, but that I hope that we can be better people on this planet. I’ve also asked the superconsciousness to try to treat every sentient entity compassionately for the net benefit of all perceiving entities, with an equitable distribution of luck and joy.

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I am resolving to make some changes, to change as much as I can to be a more cautious consumer of energy. As much as I can.

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