They can’t ban Santa. Fuck some people are dumb. First of all he’s not a Christian or Jewish God. He was an ancient Viking God, Santos Thor, meaning Santos son of Thor, who was given the semi-Christian name of St Nicholas, from St Nicholas day 3rd of December, to hide the fact it was a pre-Christian holiday known as th...e Winter Solstice, when all the different clans would gather.

You see, the ancient Saxon and Viking custom, was to wrap the children in body stockings, and hang them by the fire side with care, the father, dressed as Santos, generally a thrall, but sometimes a Celt, or a Gaul, would then have to make his way into the burning house, usually down a chimney, in order to rescue the children, while the Vikings generally cheered and watched.

If he succeeded, he would be given milk, to celebrate the God Freja, and cookies, or hard biscuits, to celebrate Breados, the Lord of Baking. If he failed, his charred corpse would be used to decorate a large tree. So you see, what we call Christmas, is really all about families in the ancient world.

The Nine Words

Cadam
Itera
Glisha
Ratiture
Plor
Olk
Tion
Loso
Ohonoso

The Seven Meanings.

Where Itera and Cadam, not Olk.
Glisha or Plor and Tion
Where Loso, so with Glisha.
Where Plor, then Tion.
Ratiture supreme
Ohonoso or Ratiture
Ohonoso is the name not mentioned except without Olk and only when Cadam is in the dominon of Ratiture.

There is one 'dominas' with seven meanings for each word. An Alchemist of the 5th Order determines the movements of each word within the dominas allowed by the seven meanings. Thus each meaning is a set of rules that allow him to make movements for each word. The implication of each word is indeterminate at the moment by which the alchemist receives them.

Thus the first task of a Fifth Order Initiate is to show in self demonstration the understanding of the seven meanings of the nine words.

Once he understands the seven meanings of the nine words by demonstration, he may then choose what each word implies to a number of three. To do this he must select his own harmony for each implication.

By then using the seven meanings of the three implications for the nine words the alchemist can bend reality in order to influence events.

No word shall have more than one harmony.
No implication shall have more than one word.
No meaning can contradict an implication.

Once the initiate understands these three rules, he will understand that words, meanings, and harmony have no power but what is power lays beyond these, and by doing so, he will reveal them to himself, and pass to the Second Rite of the Fifth Order of Alchemy, and may take another as a Fourth Order Apprentice.

No Alchemist of the Fifth Order who does not understand these principles shall pass to the Second Rite. No Alchemist who does not understand the principles here shall take a Fourth Order Apprentice without invoking self harm and great suffering. No man or woman who does not understand these principles as self evident shall ever become an Alchemist of the Fifth Order.

Ah yes. Lets see. The Anti-Discrimination Act 1991. This will get me my 24 hour library. Now all I need is to either define night workers as a socio-economic group, using the national standards in someway, find a recognized religion or ethnic group that sleeps during the day, or find some sort of physiological, or chemical imbalance, or disability, that makes people nocturnal, and I’m ready to take on the local council.

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My Dear Councilman


As you are aware, under the 1991 Anti-Discrimination act, people must be given equal access to education and resources. This is an outrage my good man. Do you realise that people suffering a very rare form of Parasomnia, as well as socio-economic-nocternia-laboria groups, as well as South American Night Worshipers, have no access to libraries in Western Sydney, and in fact, this outrage has resulted in large fines I can not pay. Further, I myself have suffered in my education, as a result, and am in sufficiently educated to make enough money to pay for them. Moreover, should I, a long suffering, and discriminated member of all three groups (as yet undiagnosed for fear of further persacution) I of all people, my good man, am most harshly done by.

Why should I be treated any differently because I worship my ancestor spirits, as manifested by the South American Peropteryx kappleri bat. It seems highly unfair, just because I beleive my spirit is carried to a place of the undead by the ancestral manifestation of said bat, that I should be denied access to a library. Moreover, that my parasomnia disability, should be used, to stop me from reaching my education potential. Why should I be any less educated than others?

I am but a poorly educated, discriminated, and persacuted member of my community, and this treatment, according to the 1991 act, is clearly in violation of Goverment and State guidelines.

I demand this violation of federal law be rectified, and that I should not be persecuted for unfair fines I have accumulated in this way.

You have fourteen days to reply, before I file for tribunal, and launch my complaint formaly with the Federal Body for review under international law.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter.

Happy seasons greetings with my best and warmest regards.

Sincerly

Timb Hoswell B.A. Hons.

Global warming my arse. It’s bloody cyclic rotations of solar flares, and its been going on for thousands of years, don’t be daft. Look, if you want to end up with a microchip in your arm, and a one world Government then pay the bloody tax, but I’m not paying for the creation of a one world army, and a globalisation policy of world control fuck that.

Fine, worse case scenario, and enough people don’t refuse to pay the Carbons Emission tax, they can cut off my power. I’ll just go down the hardware store with sixty bucks, then take a week or two off work converting all of my appliances over to zero point energy. We only trade in fossil fuels cos the oil trades on the American buck, and it suits the market to price its commodities from a unified consumable resource.

Here’s a mystery. Why did American interests, ie, Prescott Bush n the Rockafellas bankroll the Nazis, ie, the CIA, train Al-Queda (Literally, the data base, meaning a data base of terrorist trained by the CIA) fund the Bin-Ladens, arm Saddam Hussein, sell nuclear interests and weaponry to North Korea, and so on? Why create enemies for us to fight? Surely there’s a better way to make money, and govern the Hoi Polloi without killing us?

And the heat came down and washed the land
With sunset bright
Like God’s own hand
And red was the colour of the light
So stark
Feeding shadows
Where grew the night
And I saw the stained light cliffs arise
From that diamond
diamond
pebbled sea
And heard the gulls
And waves
And tasted the salt
In the breeze.

What the hell happened to Pizza? When I was a kid pizza, ‘specially Pizza Hut pizza was so good, man that shit was the bomb. Its not just Pizza, its most American stuff has gotten real cheap and nasty, not like back in the day. In the 80s, and very early 90s, the music coming out of America, the food, the manufactured goods were all original, decent quality, and really fucking good. I mean top shit.

But fuck it man, what the hells happened to Yankdom? Everything’s kicked over and fallen down. There’s nothing uniquely American about American culture, it’s just gotten cheap and nasty, everything from TV shows, to cartoons, to food. Man, America has become so universal now, it’s got nothing special about it. Coca Cola isn’t an American drink now, it’s a multi-national drink that gets made and sold everywhere.

You know what? That's it.The multi-national corporation gone and killed American Culture. Back in the day, you could tell an American car, from a European car, from a Japanese car, gotten so now, all the car’s look the same. The multi-nationals make everything so bland, and cheap, you can’t taste that American in the food. Back in the day, you'd go out to a restaurant, and you could order an American pop drink, bam, straight off the menu. But now, shit! Instead of being a unique 20th Century culture, now its just the common default, and shits not just as original as it used to be. Stuff coming out now, from pop music, to toys, to most movies, is just poor knock-offs of original stuff done back in the 70s, and 80s.

Take movies, the movies made back then were no where near the Hollywood CGI multi-million dollar picks being turned out today, but back then they were all original. Fuck it man, the music was original. When MC Hammer and Run DMC were doing their thing, that shit was fucking original, I remember hearing that music, and think fuck, I ain’t ever heard anyone make music like that. You go back the 50s, the 60s, and listen to all that old rock n roll, that shit was original, unique, people used to go, fuck it man, if that stuff hasn’t ever been done before.

Even the best stuff the U.S. is putting out now, my man, that’s all jist dead culture, accumulated back when you knew who America was, and what its culture was about. That’s what you miss about the old days, when America was unlike any other country out there, with its own original ideas, music, and brand of culture. Now. . . . I don’t know. That original blazing outrageous bombastic flare has gone. There’s rust spots on the chrome, and the music, its good, but it’s not original.

Whatever explosion of creativity made American culture so unique, and distinctive, I’d like to know where that went, cos I’ll tell you something straight, if I knew, I’d call ‘em up right now and order one of those big ol' orignal Pizza Hut pizzas, circa 1989, like they used to make, when I waz a kid.

Here, you know what pisses me off. The way stuff becomes obsolete, and can’t be upgraded, used, and ultimately lost, and all the skills and technology gets lost with it. Here’s a cool idea for a new software company, and a philosophical project. A universal interface programmer.

Basically it’s a one off multi-facetted interface, designed for maximum efficiency you build on. It integrates programs and other technology into one overall interface program that runs off line, that doesn’t change, instead it grows, using empirical data fields for learning, along with inductive logic controls for human interface, basically, the interface doesn’t work like a normal computer, that is, it doesn’t rely on deductive, or proto-boolean forms of logic, to put it simply, it sits a translation language between T/F values (0s & 1s), and inductive/ amplative values, so while the computer on the programming side still runs on the old basic value languages, the interface is inductive, which means it isn’t limited by the old languages. On a practical level, it means you can keep adding programming, and none of the internal programs are going to jam, you’re not going to end up with loops, or contradictions in your check sums, &c. – I’m talking from a logicians point of view, not a programmer here, so it’s in the abstract, but basically, your inductive forms of logic can handle contradictions, they just shift the values along to another characteristic. Think of it in terms of a taxonomy, or groupings, if suddenly you find you have black swans, contradicting your white bird grouping, deductive logic breaks down, you have a true and a false for the same value, deductive logic simply rotates the values to another characteristic, or set of characteristics, webbed feet, types of beak, cell structure, clade, etcetera, so hypothetically, a Universal Interface would just keep growing, and shifting each time you get a blatant contradiction.

Translation languages between deductive and inductive logics are a dime a dozen, you could throw a pebble and hit ten, I guess you’d start out deciding whether you wanted a semantic based thought engine, or a logical atomistic one, and go from there, head off into Russel territory, or Chomsky, and from there, fuck it man, there are Canyons of the stuff. Fuck it man, we’ve had the technology to translate between inductive and deductive forms of logic going back almost as far as Boole started formulating Hamilton’s metaphysics.

Fuck it, even before then, go check out Mill’s Logic for a rationale on translating syllogistic reasoning into deductive, or better yet Hermann Lotze’s ‘Logic’ for the old prose formulas. They’ve even got basic formulations for translating empirical data into pure logical values – if you wanted to start off easy, throw Husserl’s eidetic mathematical formulations for the logical limitations of colour, and pull a set of truth relations out of there. You could have a computer registering true and false values out of inductive experience from a set of empirical variations (or observations in the old terminology).

Shit man, the stuff you could do with inductive logic, hypothetically, if you took one of these ol’ translation languages, and wired it into a binary system, I mean above and beyond and an inductive interface, at least on a theoretical scale. . . ‘S lot more than stacking programs on top of each other in there.

Pfft, what’d they mean Yank-speaking? That’s all that school-learning, and talk-listening those College types do. Sure there’s some slang-throwing here and there, you know, your Thanks-giving, and Home-coming, but there’s no form-patterning in that-thereing American dialect. Those Canadians n Brits are things-making this up. Pfft, Brits n Canadians. Least us Aussies are Crikey-shooting, struth-calling, bloody straight, ah?

Jesus fucking Howard bloody Christ!

Barnaby Joyce, you're a fuckwit mate.

Barnaby Joyce, who the hell this guy think he is? Sure, Rudd’s a smug bastard, but that’s cos the fucker was right. We have the lowest unemployment rate in the Western World, not only that but Rudd’s done more for the working class, and his Education Revolution has done more for our kids than Howard did in all his years in office. If speaking the same language as our major trading partner ain’t such a big deal, lets hear you sing us a few bars of it mate.

Say NO to human micro chipping.

What the hell happened to Chuck Norris? Fuck it man, he should be making action movies not selling the Xa-Slide. Mr T too. – Come on, that’d kick ass. Mr T, Chuck Norris, Van Damme, Burt Reynolds, and Hulk Hogan together in the ultimate Hollywood action, kill ‘em all beat em up. – Yeah.

A Soviet Satellite goes down deep in Viet Cong territory. Meanwhile, Triads have kidnapped the Soviet scientist who has the control codes to de-arm the satellite, which if not disarmed, with release a string of nuclear weapons to descend on the free world. Chuck Norris must assemble a crack team of tough guys to go in, rescue the scientist, while Mr T is leading Team Delta through old Viet Cong trails looking for the Satellite, when they get bogged down in a fire fight with an entire wing of North Korean army. The only man that can pull them out, a hardened vet, retired in a Buddhist monastery, named . . . John Rambo.

In my more lucid moments, I’ve been reading up on lost languages well I’ll admit it, Linear B Glyphs are pretty interesting, and to be honest, I’m curious why the hell hasn’t anyone deciphered the Phaistos Disc yet, or Easter Island Shark-tooth? But come on, some of these early civilisations are faking it. My ass the Etruscan language, someone’s playing silly buggers with Graeco-Roman scripts, for starters. . .

Come on, someone made the Etruscans up. . . Seriously, as if there was a mysterious Roman sister state, with its own language, government, and political system that just went ‘ka-poof’ and disappeared. Those graves they dug are clearly forgeries. A bunch of Ancient Romans are having a laugh at us now. If there were so many Etruscans, where’d they all go, eh?

Here lemme try something: I wanna give thanks to whatever universal power is out there, by who’s will and power alone I have been successful, and who has guided me, and given me direction and success. Thank you.

Over the years I’ve worked with a couple of guards from different pacific islands and nations, from Maoris to Cook Islanders, Tongans, Samoans, and a few others – and I dunno, my dream is to kick Western Civilisation, and go out in to the wide lands and deep ocean, a tropical reef somewhere, with a couple of crates of books, and cut my ties to the civilised world.

I like the sounds of spear fishing, and living off the ocean. Hunting wild boar on my Island, building my own boats, and leading my tribe. Hunting the great whale in a small boat, and waking up to blue skies, and the wild ocean breeze.

We would all live in huts a short distance from the bay, and there’d be a communal bonfire where we’d gather for food and torture European explorers. Up on the cliff tops there’d be a castle, an old monastery where we keep the learning and the technology, and we pass it along to the young ones, the sciences, and the mathematics, computers, and the tech priests, but it’d go no further into our lives than that.

Technology, I suppose, would be like medicine, and magic. Something the tribe partakes in, something we learn, and utilise in our thoughts, but not something that would rule us, or our lives.

And there’d be a sea monster, I suppose, one we’d feed the missionaries and white folk to, or anyone else that came to fuck with our island. A great and noble serpent, and kraken, who answers to the conch, and no one on the Island would age. We’d each live for a thousand years, mastering the wind, the ocean, the primordial fire of Hakacraka, our Island Volcano. And the Island God, mighty Timbuktoo would look over his people, and guide them to prosperity, and kicking the crap out of the other islanders near by.

Oh yes, the dream.

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t stop learning. It’s my life blood. I would go insane from boredom if there were no new boundaries to conquer. No new realms of thought to explore. No new final frontiers to what can and can’t be thought.

I can’t live with an idle mind.

If God Almighty sparith me from this nightmare of girlfriends losing ADHD med scripts, and paperwork hell of legislation to get another one, and all the rest of it, then, reigning in the ADHD, hopefully, now I’ve got my licence back, finances under control, I can get those precious free, I say FREE, meaning free from the craze, slug, and tred of life, deadlines, uni dates, and insane shit, to study

- Genseler’s teachers notes to logic.
Cos he gives you precisous little to go on the modal stuff yourself, in the book, to figure out where the fuck ups, check ups, and what you’re doing wrong.

- Start my Greek

- Latin
Starting with a full revision of John Collins Ecclesiastical Guide.
-Book (2 + 3) of the ol’ Oxford Course
- Thomas Arnold’s Theoretical & Practical Grammar (1851)
- Hugo Groitius De Veritarte Religionis Christionae (1788 ed)
- Swedenborg to brush up on Neo-Latin
- Finish with some Aquinas.

- Hit up the theoretical Linguistics

- And work through my text book on discrete mathematics

That, God Willing, but fuck it man, every time I turn around, I’m battling ADHD, dyslexia, stupid fucking psychiatrist fucks I pay $250.00 for a five minute script they can’t be bothered filling out so change my appointment, working, stretching money, making bills, keeping a driver’s licence, and having fuck all there to save me when the fuck up comes, it’s like building a sandcastle in the surf.

I start building a bridge, but I never have enough wood to finish it.

If I can reach enlightenment, this text message will come back to me in three days.

Ah-ha! Now this is profound. Let’s embrace pure materialist existentialst atheism for a moment. Anyone who reads what I write now will one day be dead. Even were it carved before all the cities in Gold, Bronze & Titanium. Man it seems, is as nothing before the amassed reality of calculated time and space. Therefore, any thing I write, any action I commit, any thought I have, any mark I make upon the world's page, one day, it shall be as though I never wrote it.

Apply that to the actions of your life, the things you do, that determine your being, and tell me, for who do you live, and why?

The achievement of religion, any religion, is that it gives man an audience to his life, and thus instils meaning in his actions. Whether they be Angels and Demons, Dijin and Ifrits, Karmatic guides, or The Manna and Might of Maui, Lord of the Pacific, on High, Himself. We are all lost travellers in a void, not knowing where we are going, where we have been, or why we are here.