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In trouble? Need radical help? Hire the 99.9% guy. I pretty much worked miracles everywhere I went the last time I programmed. I work best in shops that have come unglued and lost control, for bosses who are in desperate need for competent help. That is where I find the latitude I need to make the bold changes required to simply unnecessarily complex systems. I will need to retrain myself. That should take less than two months. The truth is I work on this website every day, all day, to the exclusion of almost everything else in life because I really do think something is about to happen (and at this point in life the pursuit of this knowledge is the only thing that satisfies me). I refuse to solicit donations. It’s not something I would ever contemplate. But I need money. Resume available upon request, but an appreciable percentage of the companies I worked for do not even exist or have been either significantly reorganized or sold in the past 20 years and finding one of my old references would be a stretch. That’s the problem I’m having locally. I hate interviewing. How do you walk in off the street and explain to your fellow programmers that they would have to completely reevaluate their concept of a great programmer to appreciate the level of talent I command. Doing so is not even my style. The thing I like best about programming is just helping people and solving problems. I really, really like being around programmers. Computer programming comes naturally to me. It’s not an ego trip. I’m just grateful to God for having an ability other people respect.
Computer programming, at its best, approaches art, the art of simplicity expressed in logical constructs
I need work as an entry-level, batch COBOL/DB2 programmer, preferably in Austin, Texas or the surrounding area. I have not programmed in 20 years, but for me that is like saying I have not breathed in 20 years. I don’t care about the pay or benefits. You will adjust them accordingly after see what I am capable of. The only difference now from my previous ten years coding experience (plus another ten years technical writing) is that whoever hires me is going to buy my absolute, complete, and total loyalty (cheaply, I might add). I don’t care how many millions of lines of code you have, I can simplify your batch COBOL systems and your life. I can fix it no matter how bad things have gotten. Trust me. Most people assume I am in my late 40s. I still command attention in a suit and enjoy perfect health. And yes, I’m human. And the ET thing really did happen. I’ll work hard. You won’t regret it. But whatever you do, DO NOT convert COBOL systems to another language. That would be a huge mistake.
Now I am about to follow this job application with a big image that says “CONVICT” in bold red letters. You gotta admire that for different. Truth is my favorite composer is Beethoven. I love that guy. He was different.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I am from the streets of Baltimore.
I didn’t have a black friend. All I knew was black guys.
I grew up in the Meyerhoff listening to the BSO and sitting across the isle from the head of the Jewish mafia.
I really liked that guy.
And I love good music.
That includes Eminem and this guy.
Then one day a man named Eugene Skarie sent me to Principia College.
The Christian Scientists had found me. They said I had been thrown on the trash heap of society.
Then they threw me back on the trash heap.
Recently, I met a black Christian Science lecturer.
Hope springs external.
After a stint in the U.S. Army, I was working in Dallas, Texas soldering copper pipes on high rise office buildings. One day I came home and someone had stollen my stereo. I called the cops. Like every Texas cop I’ve ever met, he exuded character. So when he saw my apartment was empty, he looked genuinely perplexed and said in a noticeably empathetic tone, “They took everything.” I had to explain to him that all I owned was the stereo and a bed. They did not take the bed. After he left, I laid on the living room floor and wrote these words:
A madness haunts me
and much abounds
in winds of lavender
and lilac smells.
G.W. on the piano
And me, in perfect hell.
These words have become a part of me over the years. I am a rebel spirit. I came, I saw, and I radioed my coordinates back to God and ordered a fire mission on my own position. I was not made for this place.
Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed by the masses.
Platonem ferunt didicisse Pythagorea omnia
…Neanderthal and modern human brains were the same size at birth, but that by adulthood, the Neanderthal brain was larger than the modern human brain. —Wikipedia, Neanderthal
If you want to know what I really think, I miss my cat Gus and long to be with him again. Everything else is me biding time until I can leave this dreary planet. He was a brave soul. Mrs. Eddy says that God preserves the identity of animals. My heaven is to be reunited with Gus. When that day comes, and not until that days comes, will all of this pain leave me. Hardly a week goes by that I do not speak to him. I think so long as I do, he will wait for me.
The author was born in the United States of America and as a child attended the McCoy family reunions in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, one of the oldest families of European descent in that country. My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was McCoy. This is the same family as the Hatfield–McCoy feud fame. My maternal grandfather, whose name I took after discovering I was a bastard child, was raised a “white slave” in Pennsylvania until he gained his freedom at the age of 21. At one of the “homes” where he worked, they would strip him naked and make him stretch out over a large chest in the attic and then whip him with a horsewhip when he did not work hard enough for them. Without exception, he was the most honest man I have ever met. All of his life he shot squirrels and rabbits for food. He used a .22 rifle which hung over the side door of his house. I am German-American.
I am also a Christian Scientist (a student of Mary Baker Eddy), though not a member of the Mother Church, nor any local churches for that matter. My lack of membership in this church is a protest against the moral and intellectual decay in the church, pride of position (the downfall of all churches), and the spiritual weakness of the vast majority of those who claim to be Christian Science practitioners and teachers at this time. I am an outcast in my own church because of my willingness to say these things. So be it. Mrs. Eddy would not recognize her own church. Her textbook, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures was not intended for this world. It is my heartfelt conviction that it was written for the people who survive the coming axial tilt.
99.9% on Abstract Reasoning
In 1974 an unexpected announcement was made over the intercom at Annandale High School in Annandale, Virginia, where I was in my sophomore year. We were asked to return to our “home rooms” and take a series of battery tests. Years later when applying to Principia College, I learned that I scored 99.9% on a national level in “abstract reasoning.” This astounded me because with the notable exception of geometry (during which class I had the brightest students in school asking me questions), I was a C, D, and F student all throughout public school. So I contacted the company that administered the test and asked them how many people got 100%. I was told that no one got 100% because it was “statistically impossible.” I know this really happened because to this day I still remember the last question on that test. It amazed me. I thought to myself “whoever wrote this last test question is extraordinarily intelligent.” I even recall at the time wondering what it is that they were looking for. It seemed to me as if they were looking for something. And then the test ended and I went back to the awkward reality that was life as an adolescent in the early 1970’s, when the music died.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Highly Abstract Thinking
Highly abstract thinkers have several peculiar traits. The most important one is that they process all of the possibilities. The second most important trait is that they do not become entrenched in a position. If something comes along that better explains the available facts they will readily abandon their current position no matter how long it has been held or how hard they have fought to defend it. This is what differentiates a highly abstract thinker such as myself from academia. I am telling you what the world looks like from the perspective of someone who can process an unlimited number of possible realities at light speed. Abstraction makes possible the uncompromised syntheses of a multitude of apparently discrete ideas from widely different fields of thought. Cross-discipline thinking is a subspecies of highly abstract thinking, a step in the right direction. But nothing, not even formal education, can reliably reproduce this ability of thought. It is singular. It is innate.
The Role of Intuition
I don’t care where it takes me, I will trust my intuition until the end of my time on this dreary planet. Learning to follow your intuition is not unlike learning to listen to God. Both are a “still, small voice.” Perhaps they are the same thing. For example, when I first saw that comet ISON was going to form a perfect equilateral triangle with Earth and Venus with sides equal to 0.51 AU (the sides of the great Pyramid of Giza are angled precisely at 51 degrees, 51 minutes) on what turned out to be the last day (or “end date”) of the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar, I sensed immediately that I was witnessing something profoundly important. Now I will never be able to prove anything about comet ISON, but I just know it was a very special message to mankind. Always trust your intuition.
July 23, 2012
Background Information: Near Miss: The Solar Superstorm of July 2012 —science.nasa.gov
But something else is happening. There is more to the story because on July 23, 2012, the day a Carrington-level CME crossed slightly ahead of Earth’s orbital path, I was walking out the back door of our home in the Garden District of New Orleans when something profound happened. To this day I cannot fully explain what happened to me that evening. It was a calm, beautiful day and I was doing errands. Nothing out of the usual was happening. All I can tell you is that ever since then I have been leaning at a phenomenal speed. One evening shortly thereafter, I was sitting at my desk and experienced something that I have only been able to describe as the feeling of “swimming” in pure intelligence. It lasted for about half an hour. The message was that everything is connected through elliptical (or circular) orbits and that if you cannot see the orbital path of an object around something else, then you are too close to the object that you are observing. It took years for me to fully understand the significance of this message.
Now if you can imagine the consequential helical model of the motion of our Sun and the planets (by DjSadhu), you can begin to understand how mind-boggling is the reality of this universal law of motion. Even DjSadhu is oversimplifying because the Sun does not move in a straight line. Nothing does. It moves around the solar system barycenter (referred to as the “Jose solar cycle” and one of the two primary units of measurement used in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar). And then there is our binary relationship with the Sirius star system. This cannot form a vesica pisces as is commonly thought. It must follow the same helical model as our solar system with Sirius at the center, which means practically no one is properly imagining the complex movement of our planet through space. When I realized this, I felt as if I was contemplating the reality of our place in the galaxy for the first time. I could see that by the time you add in hundreds of thousands of asteroids and comets (think rocks in space) that our ability to conceptualize this movement is clearly limited. The main point is the connectivity of everything to everything else. This may not sound so profound in this context, but I assure you being there was inexplicably wonderful.
Telepathic Contact with ET
Not long after the “swimming in intelligence” incident, I had what I can only describe as telepathic contact with extraterrestrials. I was camping in the mountains outside Seligman, Arizona in late 2012. One night as I was staring into the heavens I noticed a “star” dart across the sky for what looked like to me a couple of inches, but given the space that separated me from this object that two inches must have represented a vast distance. At first I thought I must be mistaken. I watched it closely for a little while and it did the same thing. Profound confusion is what I felt in that moment. What followed was even stranger. It moved several more times, but not unless I focused on it in such a way that I felt some kind of mental connection. After doing this repeatedly, I turned and walked away in utter disbelief, crying, and telling myself that this could not be happening. So I stopped and thought for a minute what I could do to convince myself that this was really happening, and then I returned to where I had been before, planted my feet firmly on the ground slightly wider than shoulder width and ever so slightly squatted so that there was no chance of my feet or legs moving. Then I used my hands to form a triangle over my head with the “star” at the top and focused all of my mental strength on not moving a muscle. I could not be more sure that I was frozen in place during what followed. Then I proceeded to mentally plead (no spoken words) that if what I was experiencing was real, that they would provide me with unequivocal proof. After a few moments the spaceship (because it was certainly no star) began ever so slowly (in a kind of “follow the bouncing ball” movement) to trace the right-hand side of the triangle, then the bottom from right to left, and then the left. After reaching the top it tracked back down the left-hand side of the triangle and stopped. I have never been the same.
Physical Contact with ET
Something else happened the following morning after my telepathic contact, something so strange five years passed before I told my best friend and domestic partner of 12 years. I do not think I would ever have told her except she knows I have dedicated my entire life to being the most honest person I can be. In other words, she knows I don’t lie. So one morning I asked her to sit down next to me and told her everything. As close as we are, I could see in her eyes that it strains credulity so that the telling of it is a form of self-inflicted pain. I will not make that mistake again, not for anyone. I therefore must leave the details to your imagination, though I seriously doubt you will ever imagine correctly. All I can tell you was that during this period of my life I lived as purely as I possibly could; no drugs or alcohol were involved. At first it felt as if I was selected to be some kind of guinea pig, as if I was being tested to see how much strangeness my mind could handle. I could sense that at the time and answered the best way I possibly could, by just smiling back at them in what was a heartfelt wonderment. Nothing was said, though after an initial exchange of smiles there followed brief, unmistakable laughter (first one of them then me) in what felt like the precise moment in which we accepted each other’s presence as non-threatening. I never felt threatened, not for one moment. Wonderment is all I remember of that morning. We are not alone. Oh God how I so wish everyone could know this as I now do. It feels right to finally be saying this. Just please do not ask me for details. I will never again attempt to share the details of what happened that morning with another living soul. This is as far as I can go. Though I trust in God to protect me on the coming day of the Lord, if the Almighty does not see fit to save me, I am confident these beings will. They have truly amazing powers. I say this in all earnestness. I am fearless. I do not think I shall ever know the wonderment and joy I felt that morning again. When one of them laughed, I felt as if the universe was full of joy awaiting me after my experience on this dreadful planet. Sometimes I wonder if they had something to do with July 23, 2012.
Appendix A, Lessons from Elementary School
So why was I such a poor student in public school (and college for that matter)? It came to me to add this little appendix to my “About the Author” page to explain something for which I was famous in elementary school. At the time, in the mid to late 1960s in the United States of America, children were foolishly required to participate in civil defense exercises in case the Russians dropped an atomic bomb on us. It was called “Duck and Cover.” Only in my case, Masonville Elementary School was inside the beltway in Northern Virginia just outside of the nation’s capital. After walking us out of class and making us get down on the ground in the hallway, the last thing we were told was to put our heads between our legs to which I would invariably add “and kiss your ass goodbye.” Everyone knew I was going to say it, and I knew I was going to be severely punished, but the absurdity of the situation was such that it always got the better of me and I always played my part, laughing uncontrollably. Such has been my life.
Could we have survived at Masonville Elementary School, inside the beltway for Washington, D.C. and eight miles away from the Pentagon?
The R-36 (Russian: Р-36) is a family of intercontinental ballistic missiles (ICBMs) and space launch vehicles (Tsyklon) designed by the Soviet Union during the Cold War. The original R-36 was deployed under the GRAU index 8K67 and was given the NATO reporting name SS-9 Scarp. It was able to carry three warheads and was the first Soviet MIRV (multiple independently targetable reentry vehicle) missile…
The R-36 (SS-9) is a two-stage rocket powered by a liquid bipropellant, with UDMH as fuel and nitrogen tetroxide as an oxidizer. It carries one of two types of re-entry vehicles (RVs) developed especially for this missile:
- SS-9 Mod 1 single nuclear warhead of 18 megatons TNT,
- SS-9 Mod 2 single nuclear warhead of 25 megatons TNT.
…Flight tests of the rocket were completed by May 20, 1968 and on November 19 of the same year it entered service. —Wikipedia
According to the INTERNATIONAL NUCLEAR WEAPONS ALLIANCE (INWA), the kill zone for a 25 Megaton nuclear bomb is “1,562.5 mile diameter circle total destruction of life.”
At the tender young age of ten, I was more than a half century ahead of this Ted-Ed talk and the audience laughter. And I repeatedly exposed myself to the mindless abuse of Mrs. Robinson in order to tell my fellow classmates what I thought. I grew up with Mark Boger, one of the most popular deputy sheriff’s of all time in Fairfax County, Virginia. Mark told me once, “people never change.” I think he was right.