by me, Kerry Burgess, 11/22/2023 11:56 PM
Continued ep-6 after pausing it to make that post
About 10, 15 minutes later, Walk is now making a speech over the radio about "time"
Later, she stands at her front door and struggling to make her stubborn feet move out into the transit-corridor outside and shouting "anyone out there?"
by me, Kerry Burgess, 11/23/2023 02:01 AM
I've got 2 more episodes of "Silo" to watch
They've got a season 2 listed on IMDb and the Wikipedia says it was renewed but I haven't found anything else about it. Because season 1 concluded only a few months ago then will probably be a year or more, if ever, when it returns
Today I'm looking closer at the original books the streaming-video serial is based on
What is most compelling is it was released during a period of time I refer to as my Epoch 4
I believe this is part of a time-period when my journals are lying to me
My replicant-predecessor created all that just to throw me off because I - the person sitting here now - the person who inherited my replicant-predecessors life - knew I would not exist until the year 2013, when I was created by non-human technology and aged
*He* - unknown to anyone associated with the production - is the *cause* of "Silo" the stories. His precise role is unknown to me, whether he created all of it and sold it to a front-person, or some variation thereof
Has left me to puzzle out why these thoughts exist in my conscious mind of stuff I don't remember ever doing and became a reason to search this code-pattern only *because* the thought formed first in my conscious-mind and only *then* did I start to look for it
"Children must be shown the way to think - if they resent the instruction, it must be forced upon them."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silo_(series)
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 1:35 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011
The power of my time traveler journal.
Since every topic I write about in my time traveler journal must come true - because I take the journal with me when I make my next time traveler jump to the past time period of 3 March 2003 - then everything I write in this note must come true. As measured by the clock on my internet-connected desktop computer, precisely ten minutes after the time stamp on this post, which I make from Washington state, the Sun, also known as Sol, the star that is the center of our solar system here on the planet Earth, which is my current location, will die. That will happen precisely ten minutes after the time stamp on this web log note. Since the time for light to travel to the planet Earth from our Sun takes about eight to nine minutes to reach our atmosphere, and thus register in our human senses, then that truth of my power as a time traveler will be established.
[ excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 1:35 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011 ]
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 2:20 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011
Papers
I had an incredibly vivid dream earlier this morning that I awoke from and thought about writing down but decided not to. I thought about writing about it specifically because it was so vivid. There was no kind of dream quality to it. The details were vivid and it seemed no different from a strong memory that I can sit here write now and think about it my conscious mind.
Many of those vivid details have diminished now and that makes me feel kind of sad because I wish I could remember it as well as I did in the dream.
I decided to write about it because I just read the word 'tartan' in a news article and for some reason, that word made me think of the dream. The word itself is the opposite of a prevailing detail in the dream which was the color of a long overcoat worn the state security police of the country I was in.
The only part about the dream that wasn't vivid was the part at the beginning. I have thought about it since then and the details for the most part escape me but I seem to have been in a panic, at least in my mind. There was something about my cover being exposed and that created a life-and-death danger for me personally and I cannot recall the all the detail but there was something about me running through the streets to get someplace.
I seemed to be going to the airport. I passed by a lot of people and I think a lot of people standing in lines. I saw a group of people in plain red overcoats, and hats too, I think, but those details have also diminished. I might have been running by them or that sense of running just represents a sense of urgency in my mind that I needed to escape before getting caught.
I went by that group of people and a person, who I recognized as a person with the state security forces of that country, and I think I was in Russia, stepped away from the group and said to me, "Papers" as he walked up to me.
I had seen others like him and he was identifiable by the long overcoat he was wearing that was just a plain color of wool and a sort of yellowish color. It wasn't yellow but I cannot think of the color that would be called.
I am standing there and he is examining my identity cards. He tells me I haven't paid my bill for my hotel and I tell him it is charged to my credit and so my documents must have listed that on there because he says, "American Express," as though that is the explanation.
The other details are vague but we might have talked more or there was just more drama to it. Ah, yes, my presence as an American did not seem unusual. That detail was established right off because he asked if I was an American just after he asked for my papers and I think I said something that prompted him to ask if I am American. After he examined my documents, I think his precise words were "Well, the airport is right there" and he gestured behind him and that was the airport. Maybe a parking garage that was part of the facility.
I think he was going to escort me to the gate for my flight but there seemed to be some confusion and I just stood there and I saw him walking away through some passageways in a building nearby. Then I started trying to find my way to the gate for my aircraft flight and the details were all very vivid and I was seeing four digits numbers that were always in a combination of three. Even after waking up from the dream, I never did remember any precise numbers from that particular dream, which I thought about as well because I have done that before. Those numbers were similar to nnnn, nnnn, nnnn. The numbers were always four digits and were always in groups of three. Those combinations were what I was studying as I was trying to find the gate for my flight, because I think that was printed on a document I had in my hand but I don't recall that now for certain if I was holding a document with those numbers on it. That would make sense though because how else would I know. So I was having trouble with it though because I could not distinguish a pattern in the numbers I was seeing on the walls as I walked around. Those numbers were just about everywhere. The occurrence of those combination of numbers was in a frequency not unlike I have seen while serving on United States Navy warships.
So finally I seemed to have reached my destination or I was very close to figuring out how to get there and something about how I write this sentence doesn't seem right. But I think I was close to where I wanted to go. The point of this observation though is that I examined my documents, for the first time I think, and I noted that something was missing. There should have been two cards in the documents, similar to credit cards and such, and that should have been in a sleeve similar to the aircraft ticket that the airlines issue. But those cards were gone. I was aware that I could not get on the flight unless I had those cards. There was also a lingering uncertainty in my that I was going to miss the flight and it would take off without but that detail is never confirmed in the dream. I had the sense that I did have enough time though. So anyway I stood there looking at the documents and I might have awoken abruptly and non-startlingly at that point. At some point, that seems to be in my waking mind, I decided that the state security officer, of the government of Russia, the state police or whatever those national forces are called, had taken those cards out when he examined by documents. I woke with the sense, calming considering the drama of the dream because I was thinking in the dream I was there as a covert intelligence agent of the United States of America and I didn't want them to know that, that he had simply taken the cards and was going to escort me to the gate and he was probably standing there at the gate with my cards which would allow me to board the flight.
[ excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 2:20 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011 ]
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 2:25 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sure is dark outside.
The Sun should be shining brightly in the sky above my location at 2:25 PM in the afternoon here in Washington state, but nope, it is gone. No where to be seen. Getting chilly outside, too, the temperature is really dropping.
I am glad that happened and I am glad that I personally caused the end of the world.
[ excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 2:25 PM Saturday, July 30, 2011 ]
"The City on the Edge of Forever" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Apr 6, 1967
(from internet transcript)
SCOTT: Doctor McCoy!
KIRK: Bones, no!
(McCoy leaps through the doughnut and the pictures stop. He's gone.)
KIRK: Where is he?
GUARDIAN: He has passed into... what was.
UHURA: Captain, I've lost contact with the ship. I was talking to them. Suddenly, it went dead. No static, just nothing.
KIRK: Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty.
SCOTT: Nothing wrong with the communicator, sir.
GUARDIAN: Your vessel, your beginning, all that you knew is gone.
KIRK: McCoy has somehow changed history.
SCOTT: You mean we're stranded down here?
SPOCK: With no past, no future.
UHURA: Captain, I'm frightened.
KIRK: Earth's not there. At least, not the Earth we know. We're totally alone.
From 4/25/1953 ( in Nature magazine James Watson and Francis Crick describe the structure of DNA ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 21280 days
21280 = 10640 + 10640
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/20/1994 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: in non-aviator related duties boots on the ground in Bosnia as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps captain this day is my US Navy Cross medal date of record ) is 10640 days
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 8046 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/13/1987 ( premiere USA film "The Running Man" ) is 8046 days
From 1/17/1991 ( from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the date of record of my US Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 officially the United States Apache attack helicopter pilot ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 7499 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/15/1986 ( premiere USA film "Top Gun" ) is 7499 days
From 4/6/1967 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"The City on the Edge of Forever" ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 16186 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/25/2010 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: Professors Blog To Explore Ideas, Reach Wider Audience ) is 16186 days
From 3/9/1914 ( from The Daily Princetonian publication, Princeton University: Mental Infantile Paralysis ) To 8/30/2005 ( as Kerry Burgess the debut of my current and public blog Homeless Veteran of Microsoft - since renamed ) is 33412 days
33412 = 16706 + 16706
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 16706 days
From 5/25/1951 ( Operation Greenhouse was the first American nuclear test of principles that would lead to developing thermonuclear weapons, also known as hydrogen bombs ) To 2/18/1997 ( as Kerry Wayne Burgess the United States Marine Corps commissioned-officer and United States STS-82 pilot astronaut and my 4th official United States of America National Aeronautics Space Administration orbital flight of 4 overall I begin repairing the US Hubble Telescope while in space and orbit of the planet Earth - extravehicular activity #5 completes the mission's servicing and refurbishment of the Hubble Space Telescope ) is 16706 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/30/2011 ( ) is 16706 days
"The City on the Edge of Forever" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Apr 6, 1967
(from internet transcript)
[Street]
(McCoy catches the down-and-out.)
MAN: No!
MCCOY: I'm glad you got away, too. Why do you think they want to kill us?
MAN: Look, fella, you take a sip too much of that old wood alky, and, and almost anything seems like it
MCCOY: Where? Where are we? Earth? The constellations seem right, but. Explain! Explain this trick.
MAN: I, I,
MCCOY: Biped. Small. Good cranial development. No doubt considerable human ancestry. Is that how you're able to fake all of this? Very good. Modern museum perfection. Right down to the cement beams. Very, very good. Oh, I'd give a lot to see the hospital. Probably needles and sutures. All the pain. They used to hand-cut and sew people like garments. Needles and sutures. Oh, the terrible pain!
with relevant comments by me, Kerry Burgess
https://theprince.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19140309-01.2.14&e=-------en-20--81-byDA-txt-txIN-------
Princeton University
Daily Princetonian, Volume 38, Number 7, 9 March 1914
Mental Infantile Paralysis
Carlyle has said: "In every sense a man's religion is the chief fact with regard to him. By religion, I do not mean the church-creed which he professes, the articles of faith [ superstition, in the context of religion ] which he will sign; which is often only a profession and assertion from the outworks of the man. But the thing a man does practically believe (and this is often thought without asserting it even to himself, much less to others), the thing a man does practically lay to heart, and know for certain, concerning his vital relations to this mysterious universe, and his duty and destiny there, that is in all cases the primary thing for him, and creatively determines all the rest. That is his religion."
Applying the Carlylian conception to a concrete case, while viewing the Chapelalian question in the light cast I upon it by the Scotch definition and the Princeton exposition, one can draw three illuminating conclusions: First, that 'the articles of faith' which a student will sign find their complete expression in a ticket, entitling the signee to one gilt-edge credit for the worship [ superstition ] of God [ Superstition ], to be recorded in the Papal Treasury of the Dean; second, that 'the profession and assertion from the outworks of the man' - that is, active student participation in the service - is, at best, wofully weak, at worst, entirely lacking; third, that what the students 'practically believe, what they yesterday asserted to themselves and others, . . . what is in all cases the primary thing for them, and what creatively determines all the rest' is - that Sunday Chapel should end promptly on the stroke of twelve. This is their religion.
It is human nature to resent advice involving the rectification of faults, which the individual will not see of himself. Voila - Yesterday's asthmatic affliction of the Sunday consumptives was a deliberately irreverent act of consummate profanity to their God. It was a brutally discourteous piece of premeditated insolence toward the University preacher. Finally, it was a conclusive demonstration of the much-advanced theory of undergraduate puerility. It was the most childishly impatient, the most pettily reasoned case of mental infantile paralysis yet observed.
Daily compulsory Chapel has, of its very self, long since become a farce and a mockery. The very nature, time and circumstances of its existence, render its speedy abolition advisable. Sunday compulsory Chapel is quite another matter. With every factor favoring its continuance - persistent abuse and vilification on the part of the students render its permanence as an institution, imperative. Others have pleaded for its removal on the grounds of "irksome, disciplinary leading-strings" and "freedom of thought". They presupposed that, they were dealing with men, able to think for themselves. Children must be shown the way to think - if they resent the instruction, it must be forced upon them.
"The City on the Edge of Forever" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Apr 6, 1967
(from internet transcript)
Captain's log, supplemental entry. Two drops of cordrazine can save a man's life. A hundred times that amount has just accidentally been pumped into Doctor McCoy's body. In a strange, wild frenzy, he has fled the ship's Bridge. All connecting decks have been placed on alert. We have no way of knowing if the madness is permanent or temporary, or in what direction it will drive McCoy.
[Transporter room]
(McCoy enters, knocks out the Chief very quickly and scientifically, then beams himself away.)
https://theprince.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian20100225-01.2.4&e=-------en-20--81-byDA-txt-txIN-------
Princeton University
Daily Princetonian, Volume 134, Number 19, 25 February 2010
Professors Blog To Explore Ideas, Reach Wider Audience
excerpts, by me, Kerry Burgess, 10/29/2023
I think again about a memory I have from year 1989. I was stationed onboard USS Wainwright CG-28. We were deployed overseas to the Mediterranean Sea. One dark night, we were inport in some country on the shores of the Med and I had sentry duty. I was guarding the exterior section of the front of the ship. I'm standing there covering a large expanse of an open area with an M-14 semi-automatic rifle slung over my shoulder. A guy I had never seen before came up from the semi-darkness and started talking to me. I had never seen him before, he's in E-6 dungarees, tells me he's a reservist on his two-week annual-deployment and he's holding a cup of coffee. Seemed to be the type of cup from the chief's mess or even the officer's mess. Our mess used different cups, for whatever liquid is in it, as he approached me to conversational distance.
I'm the M-14 rifle sentry that night for the bow section of the ship and he approaches me in conversation standing there with that cup with liquid in it.
[ excerpt ends - by me, Kerry Burgess, 10/29/2023 ]
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn’t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Piroué's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can’t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don’t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn’t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 8:22 PM Pacific-time USA Thursday 11/23/2023
