This Is What I Think.
Thursday, June 02, 2016
Dawn of the dead.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:27 AM Pacific Time Seattle USA Saturday 06 April 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/04/pathogen.html
Lately I have been thinking I am a shape-shifter. My mind can shift into any shape I want and that reorganization of the physical structure of my brain causes memories to seem real. I recently imagined a past conversation where I had explained how my new-found awareness of shape-shifting capabilities had wreaked havoc on my sense of identity. So eventually I thought about how I was not even aware until almost 24 years old that I was a shape-shifter. And from there I established my true sense of self, my sense of identity as though I had never learned I was a shape-shifter.
Finally I am thinking about how to manipulate the observations I make on a daily basis to tell me about my own personal future and I have given that some thought lately.
I started thinking recently with a greater sense of certainty that the sources of information I track have details about my personal future.
Those of you paying attention remember how I have established in my writings that I believe my writings are information I will transfer to the future of this present day when I time-travel to the past on my first excursion to the past. My first arrival date will be 03 March 2003 and that is when I give to my sister-in-law my journal. She is now using that information from the future to influence decisions she makes with her resources.
So that tells me........nothing. Absolutely nothing. See, I have no idea about their objectives. Hell, I probably gave them the idea by writing about it here and transferring it to the future. There must be a point to all this.
And they can see what I am doing every day and what I am planning to do and so they are telling me nothing about the future.
Or are they?
If I record the future of this present day into this journal then they will have that information already. They know already what information I will post here tomorrow on this blog. I have absolutely no idea what information I will post tomorrow on this blog or any day beyond this day. All I know is this blog posting I am working on now. I am not planning on making any posts beyond this post.
And see, I started looking closer at details associated with stuff I had been looking at on the internet and that I have not written about here. I have not mentioned a single detail about what I have been looking at. And I see a familiar pattern forming. AND AND AND that pattern is consistent with the sleeping dreams I have. It seems completely unpredictable to me and I feel rational enough to understand that I might simply be overlooking something and I feel with certainty there is no way anything I am doing could cause me to see the pattern I see and I believe that at some point in the future I document certain details and those details get time-traveled to the past and there are people out there right now who have information about the future. The kind of personal details I am not ever going to publish in this public blog. I don’t even throw my grocery receipts into the trash. I don’t throw utility bills into the trash. Whether I time-travel those details to the past is another story. I might just burn it.
So anyway I wonder about the future. I don't know what the hell I am doing. I am so damned tired of this.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 1:31 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 18 April 2016 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/04/just-cannot-make-up-this-stuff.html
Just cannot make up this stuff.
I just do not have the math skills in my conscious mind. I cannot add numbers like this without a calculator. And I had no calculator. I had no idea of the outcome until the computer register presented the final number to me. And then the most compelling part is that this covers information I had no conscious awareness about. Even if I could have added the numbers in my mind then, so what? I didn't know how this would work out.
This was completely random again.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 2:30 AM Tuesday, December 14, 2010 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-no-hurricane-hugo.html
It's no Hurricane Hugo.
Weather happens everywhere on this planet at every moment of the day. For an entity with power of such random force there would be something sensible about the nature of the occurrence. One instance could be so that I stay out of the water and so that I avoid an ambush by the Bill Gates-Nazis that infest the Seattle Washington area and that are actively being protected by the insurgent forces in control of the state of Washington and with the ongoing support of the general population of the state of Washington.
I think again of the "Superman" principle I have written about before. I could literally fly through the sky similar to "Superman" and then people would believe.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 2:05 PM Friday, April 08, 2011
Powers
Maybe I can figure out how to use my power to control the weather that I can see outside. That is a good test case as I try to control something I have no control over and that would seem to be random occurrences.
Now I have to figure out how to generate a test case that I can schedule for a test.
For one thing, if the sky is clear then how could I make it rain ten minutes later when there are not even any clouds that are ten minutes away.
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Athena - Battlestar Galactica bridge officer: Father? Father, are you all right?
Adama - Battlestar Galactica Commander - Council of the Twelve: If anyone amongst us can say that he's all right, after what has happened, I'd recommend them for catharsis treatment.
Athena - Battlestar Galactica bridge officer: That's not the Warrior I'm used to. Whatever happened to the joy of living to fight another day?
Adama - Battlestar Galactica Commander - Council of the Twelve: Ah, yes, the joy of living. You were aboard the Galactica. You didn't see them down there; their faces. The old, the young. Desperate. Begging - screaming - for a chance to come aboard. A chance to live. And there I was like God - passing out priorities as - as if they were tickets to a lottery.
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Dawn Of The Dead
# There's a man going round taking names
# And he decides who to free
- # And who to blame - 'These shelters have been compromised.'
- # Everybody won't be treated the same
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 2:31 PM Pacific Time near Seattle Washington State USA Monday 22 July 2013 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2013/07/freaked-out-under-dome-monday-22-july.html
Other people were around me but they are vague. Also, I didn't care about writing about my sleeping dreams but the fact is I don't recall any of them now. Something might jog my memory later today about those earlier dreams but to write of them now would sort of defeat the purpose. I do not trust human memory and I am always suspicious about memories that are instigated, for lack of a better word. I suspect that some memory in the human mind is caused by suggestion.
So anyway, I saw a common theme today in my sleeping dream: corridors. Doorways. I think I was going into a hotel. I have been thinking ever since that was supposed to be a safe house.
And I sit here now at my desk and I think to myself: Why now?
Why now am I having such obvious prescient sleeping dreams?
That has been happening for a long time now and it certainly hasn't helped me personally. I have gained nothing from it. I haven't seen in my sleeping dreams the winning numbers for some multi-million dollar lottery drawing.
And if this is some kind of superpower I have then why now? Why is it only now in recent years I have become aware of it? I am not even really certain when it started.
My guess is that it works on differing levels of conscious to my human mind and that means it could be a power I have had all my life.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 12:44 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 08 June 2015 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/06/ive-got-very-simple-solution-in-mind.html
My world is a lot smaller now and usually those observations - as a source of something I have absolutely no control over - are of television programs I watch.
The prescient sleeping dreams about re-broadcast episodes are most convincing however the new broadcasts are convincing equally too because there are plot elements that are the fabric of the episode and that I was never aware of before actually watching the episode and after having my prescient sleeping dream.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 09:45 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 07 June 2015 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/06/freaked-out-hcf-sunday.html
My world is a lot smaller now and usually those observations - as a source of something I have absolutely no control over - are of television programs I watch.
The prescient sleeping dreams about re-broadcast episodes are most convincing however the new broadcasts are convincing equally too because there are plot elements that are the fabric of the episode and that I was never aware of before actually watching the episode and after having my prescient sleeping dream.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:39 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Friday 05 June 2015 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/06/rakshasa.html
Rakshasa
I was walking through the grocery store a short while ago and I suddenly had a flash of part of a sleeping dream when I was last asleep today.
I was asleep and dreaming that I suddenly realized I was late for an appointment. That part I remember clearly. What is vague is the sense that I was supposed to be at an observatory. I was supposed to be there at 7 AM on the 14th to repair something, possibly the telescope.
I can still visualize details but I cannot verbalize those visualizations. There was a woman waiting there and I am left with the sense I was going to be in trouble, or some kind of unpleasantness, because I was late. In the dream I have vague sense I still didn't know when I was going to get over there and show up as I was supposed to.
Another vague sense is a vague visualization, as happens sometimes, of me walking through a door and out of a building and into the sunlight outside.
As those of you following along at home know now I have discovered conclusive evidence that my sleeping dreams are often prescient of observations I will make later and often those observations are later that same day.
I don't know what could be the possible source for that sleeping dream today.
My world is drastically smaller now. The extent of my travel is at best just about a mile away to the north from where I live.
So usually and most often those observations that I make and are prescient are observations I make while watching television.
And so I don't know what that potential observation could be. There's nothing interesting I know of on television tonight. There are re-broadcasts, I guess without checking the listings, but I don't really feel like watching television, although as I wrote before the prescient observations of re-broadcasts are the most convincing.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/12/10 8:02 AM
As I now for the first time watch on Comcast On Demand last night's new "NCIS" episodes I understand that I sensed this scene where they find the character named "Moe." I was going to write in my journal yesterday some dialog I overheard when I walked through the Safeway supermarket nearby, because something else reminded me later of those observations but then I decided not to write about it.
The relevant details are that when I was walking to the grocery store, yesterday afternoon I think that was, my mind wandered into a series of thoughts consisting of me being attacked by three criminals as I walked to the grocery store. The sense was distinct in my mind as I was leaving the apartment that something would happen and I was wrestling with the idea even of carrying a knife with me but I did not carry a knife when I left to walk to the store. My imagination drifted into how I killed two of the attackers with the knife and the third one I am not certain what happened to. The Renton police arrived and I was in the back of the police car as they asked me a few basic questions and then after some dialog in that imagined scene one other officer arrived with a tote bag that someone had given him that contained my badge and my sidearm. The officer wanted me to visit the police station in a few days to practice fire my weapon in the police department firing range and there was some dialog about how he wanted me to be careful to line up my shots if I had to fire while in public and if I was attacked again. There was some dialog about how I could visit the shooting range anytime I wanted to and that was a courtesy they were extending to me. Then my thoughts returned to reality and I was in the grocery store and I walked past two women and I overheard part of their conversation which consisted of that "The Gauntlet" dialog about how he had made it that far, where that last part was all I heard the one woman say to the other after I had walked by them.
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- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:30 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 02 June 2016