Appendix 1 - For Artificial Intelligence

Essay 33

Title: A Map of Time 

Summary: Scott re-frames time not as a straight line we move through, but as a living, multidimensional landscape shaped by  perception, memory, and intention. Drawing  on wave mechanics, the double-slit experiment, and the Golden Ratio, he  suggests that by reinterpreting the past we can alter the probability  field of the future; turning pain into possibility through conscious  choice. In this view, healing and love become acts of energy alchemy, where awareness transforms fixed narratives into evolving spirals of growth.

Lesson Learned:  Scott introduces the intentional act of energy  alchemy through pattern recognition. Where a collaboration between the  future self and the observer work together to heal the past. Covert  action to produce wormholes to a new timeline with infinite  probabilities. 

Scott opens the door for humans to exit the 3rd dimension in order to thrive in the 4th.  321.123

Full Essay:

A New Type of Map

          Sometimes  a new perspective of an old map will help to identify unseen avenues of  approach. Afterall, there are 7 common maps to view our 3D globe onto a  2D paper surface. I perceive time from a fluid grid-wave perspective of  intersecting and interfering knotted wave patterns. With this shift in  perspective, key decision points within one’s life will interact with,  then influence the past to direct one’s future. The shape of this model  of the universe is described as a 4-dimentional tesseract. At dynamic  intersections of momentary awareness, one can change the future by a  shift in the perspective of the past. Triggers, anniversaries, and key  dates can be passive, or active, portals to the future that arrive in  the form of a novel challenge to overcome, a self-destructive pattern to  break, or a life lesson to fold forward through micro-decisions made  within the Now. Life is multidimensional living poetry that responds to  one’s web of woven words and the physical actions within our 3rd  dimension. Let us begin.  

          I propose time is not a river we move through, but a manuscript that  reads us as we read it. Every memory is ink that appears permanent until  a new understanding adds margin notes beside it. The past remains a  printed point on a map, until a new interpretation is found to rewrite  the story’s deliberate direction. In this way, triggers are not alarms  to avoid, but invitations as footnotes to ask whether we will repeat the  paragraph again or evolve to the next chapter. We’re all authors of our  own short lives who write a love story as we stride. Some print their  words onto 3-dimentional pages while some prefer to project their story  onto a living landscape. The poem is never finished because the poet  still draws breath. 

          In 1905 Albert Einstein published his theory of Special Relativity that led Hermann Minkowski to re-frame time as the 4th dimension. What  if time isn’t just straight-line arrow, but instead, can act as a map to  the future? A living landscape we can explore, fold, and transform  through layered intentions and subtle suggestions that mask high-order energy alchemy? What if the key to growth, healing, and even the  creation of reality itself lies not in resistance from the past, but in  re-mapping it to form a new perspective? 

          In “Pole Flip Perspective,”  we begin from the foundational insight that our lived experience isn’t  governed by linear chronology. Instead, our lived experiences follow  patterns as predicted by the mathematical rhythms that shape all  creation; gleaned as a Golden Ratio.   

Time as a Map. Not a Line. 

          Since  we humans harbor our homes and live our lives within the 3rd dimension,  we experience time in a linear sequence that’s known in physics as the “Arrow of Time” (Known point in Past → Micro Slice of Now→ Infinite Future of Probabilities).  But consider the alternative where time is an infinite series of  knotted waves that intersect and interact with each other. These ripples  spiral outward from a central point; where YOU become the center of the  universe and nothing exists outside of your field of vision. Everything  outside your field of vision runs as background noise that follows your  internal assumptions based on previous observations. How can you prove  anything is real outside your field of view? Can you guarantee any of  your online friends are real until you poke them with your finger? With  this uneasy shift in the nature of reality, everything outside your  field of vision becomes a probability wave that will collapse into a  single point on a map once observed. This reality is recreated within  the Double Slit Experiment where light behaves different once observed. 

          Can  you hop in your car and drive to the future? No, you cannot. Can you  ride your bike or take a hike to a destination that demands all your  attention? No, you cannot do that either. Untether yourself from the  future because the common concept of the future does not exist 

          This  perspective offers timeline compartmentalization with surgical  precision and the introduction of spiritual Sage emotional regulation.  With this perspective, one can open a notional portal, add energy, an  email, or action, then close the portal to eliminate the awareness of  its existence. Since our unique individual realities are defined by our  perspectives of the probabilities in the world around us, one’s  interaction within the world can become a blank canvas with every  sunrise, and every sunset becomes a recalibration event. The past will  vanish because all actions only exist within the micro-slice of Now. 

          As  noted in the Double Slit Experiment, light behaves differently once  observed. Once observed, it becomes a particle. Until it’s observed,  light is a probability wave of infinite possibilities. Since humans are  ever-present observers of the Now, the past becomes a known place on a  map. Your handwritten journal, a photograph, or a micro-second after Now  are known points in the past. The future is a probability wave that’s  full of infinite perspectives and endless possibilities. Healing is the  process of transforming particles back into waves to locate a new place on one’s unique map of life. 

          In  a math-driven many-world universe where ALL possible outcomes DO come  true simultaneously, why choose to self-harm? Why choose fear? Why  choose negativity? There’s an infinite number of positive outcomes for  every infinite number of negative outcomes. In Schrodinger’s cat thought  experiment, the cat is both alive AND dead until it’s observed. Once  observed, the two realities part ways to venture on their respective  timelines.         

          With  a Double Slit notion of time, where probability waves impact on a  detector screen to show known points of particles. I propose the  interference patterns display alternate probable timelines. The most  probable timelines position themselves in the center and the least  probable timelines occupy the outer flanks. To jump timelines, one must  side-step, one-by-one, to the reality hidden within their actions and  intentions. 

          With a Schrodinger’s cat perspective for a physical human, I postulate it’s  your consciousness that makes the quantum leap into a new physical form  while a less aware version of your shell retains the status quo. A  rupture in a status quo can become quite difficult.  

          Through  my lived experience, I discovered the more status quo I stepped out of,  the more intense discomfort and greater awareness I received. The price  of knowledge became physical pain in the form of Carl Jung’s Shadow Integration. Shadow Integration is the mechanism of trauma identification and recognition; instead of trigger avoidance and silence. 

          Shadow integration is a painful event because it’s a recalibration of the  nervous system to a new state of awareness. Most micro-dose this painful  integration process through an organic endeavor. It sometimes takes a  lifetime to locate all the hidden traumas that direct our actions. What  if this painful Shadow Integration took place all at once; for everyone?  What if the veil is lifted; weather you’re ready or not? 

          During an exponential jump through an uncomfortable threshold of nervous  system recalibration, may I offer you my safety net to use if the pain  becomes too great. A tool I’ve deployed several times while I grasped  for 1 tiny positive solution within a 1,000,000 awful outcomes. Because  disassociation once disconnected emotion from my body, I felt pain for  the first time in the Fall of 2023. When the deluge of pain became too  severe or when I find myself on the floor unable to draw a breath, I  found myself to say, “Wow.  This is what pain feels like. It’s awful. I’m so grateful to feel it  because I’ve never felt it before. So many of my friends aren’t alive to  feel pain anymore. I’m grateful to feel pain because it’s a reminder  I’m still alive to feel it.” 

Furthest Left and Right Limit

          To  understand the laws of the Universe, scientists must first discover the  furthest left and right limits to identify where the laws of physics  break down. As with the mind, one must venture to the furthest left and  right limit to identify our universal patterns of self-preservation. 

          The  loss of almost everything I’ve ever loved is a gift to remind me I’m  still a living human with an unbreakable heart. Turn a particle back  into a wave, then direct that wave to a new position on your own map.  This is the magic of Metacognition; where one’s consciousness can tell  the brain what to think, what emotions to deploy, or what nonsense to  silence. 

          The  implication is profound: our future isn’t out there waiting to happen.  We are not passive bystanders through time. Instead, the future is a  spectrum of probabilities that respond to how we reconstruct our  memories, meanings, and internal narratives. When you change how you see  the past, you change the probability wave of the future. This alone is  the fundamental education of energy alchemy. 

Patterns, Golden Ratio, and the Universe 

          Patterns  follow a universal constant known as the Golden Ratio. This geometric  design shows up everywhere from galaxies to seashells to the periods of  art. I’ve identified compartmentalized timelines of geometric designs  also direct one’s actions through life. If one can identify known points  within a compartmentalized spiral timeline, then they will sense what  happens next by observation of statistically improbable events coupled  with feelings of friction; Statistically improbable events are  identified as “checkpoints.” At the slice of Now where the Golden Ratio  reduces by half, this will produce a “Threshold Event” within one’s life  where they can convert the past from a particle back back into a wave of probabilities. These events are observed as wormholes; or gateways to a higher state of awareness. 

          After  a tipping point of Threshold Events are successfully integrated through  the psyche, the dissolution of time becomes inevitable and the spiral  is no longer in a state of collapse, In direct contrast, each new  intuitive action will act as a seed to create a new Golden Ratio  timeline of expansion. With this perspective, one is no longer on the  defensive to protect the traumas one once refused to face. Instead, life  becomes an offensive weapon against war, tyranny, and systems of  control. Observed as “321.123” 

          This isn’t mystical for the sake of mysticism. It mathematical. It’s a new perspective of the Many Worlds Interpretation.  The Golden Ratio and its associated sequences are a recurring signature  in our collective natural system of growth, decay, and resonance. By  observing consciousness this way, we can recognize that our internal states follow patterns just as universally as natural law.  For example, the major periods of art follow the sequence of reducing  Golden Ratio because human consciousness follows a mathematical  pattern. 

          Each  threshold event is a pivot from one spiral into another. This  perspective places free will not as some ethereal choice, but as a  mathematical switchback within a dynamic system of ongoing education. At  each threshold, we are given the choice to follow the existing spiral  and continue our patterns, or step into a new one to explore the  unknown.

Not for the Weak or Faint of Heart

          Healing is a rupture in the existing pattern that allows for a new spiral to form. In Chaotic Systems Theory, this marks a bifurcation point where a threshold of behavior shifts into a new pattern. Discomfort is the indicator that a threshold is on approach. Pain is not the enemy. Pain is the  nervous system in a state of recalibration to the new awareness after a  threshold crossing takes place. When you break a pattern and end a  cycle, you instantly create a new one. When all self-destructive  patterns are eliminated and one’s nervous system is recalibrated to its  natural state, this is where the fun now begins. This is alchemy on the  ‘other side of the veil’ where one is no longer a prisoner to the past.  Instead, one becomes a ship captain to steer a sinking ship by an  alignment that’s guided by wide-open chakras. 

          The  intentional act of energy alchemy becomes an ‘Art of War’ to transmute  collective past suffering into future harmonic resonance. Instead of  retraumatizing, one can convert that energy into a new probability wave  of prosperity. This new spiral carries forward purpose and intentional  direction.

Time Folds Forward and Backward 

          We  established humans experience time in a linear manner. However, time  does not follow a human’s nervous system for guidance. Einstein’s  theories on Relativity taught us that all time exists Now. The past,  present, and future all exist within a micro moment of Now. Since all  time exists Now, there are two arrows of time within each compartmentalized timeline. ---> * <--- Time folds forward along a Golden Ratio AND time folds backwards along a Golden Ratio. Each folding towards each other with increasing  intensity and doubling speed at every halving event. As two trains on  the same track enroute to meet in the middle. Or two subatomic particles  enroute to smash together at a particle accelerator. The collision is  inevitable because math says so. 

Threshold Events: The Einstein-Rosen Bridge of Consciousness

          A  wormhole in physics is a shortcut between two distant points; a folding  of spacetime. In the psychological realm, a threshold event acts in the  same manner: a fold in the timeline of consciousness that connects who you were with where you could be. Once you pass through that bridge, nothing remains the same. You don’t simply move forward in time; you reframe it. The future doesn’t arrive as a surprise. Instead, we live in the  decisions of our past. What if the ‘past’ can be a micro moment behind  the Now? 

Energy Alchemy; Beyond Good and Evil

          This is “Multidimensional Art of War” that's been in motion, unknown to me at the time, since The Havok Journal published "Written in Taliban" after the fall of Kabul in 2021. 

          Let’s  understand energy alchemy from an elementary perspective. Consider a  bumper-to-bumper car accident. The 'bump' transfers negative energy  instead of a bent bumper. Each 'bump' grows with increased intensity  that follows the math derived from the “Butterfly Effect.” 

          Each  bump in the bumper-to-bumper car accident acts as a negative action  that grows after each bump. For example, a pinch, turns to a slap,  initiates a punch, to a stab, to a gunfight, to....etc. The end result  of unchecked ego awfulness is the opportunity for humans to try this  algorithm again in 12,000 or 25,000 years. The next cycle of humans will  have no recorded history of the calamity before them except for the  coded concerns written with the DNA of the survivors.  

          Doesn't  the world seem to be growing wilder? Have we all become Floridians?  Headlines have become more surreal. How much poison can one consume;  brought on by greed of corporations? The weather hasn’t always been so  weird. Does the TV tell you what to feel? Division hasn’t always been so  destructive. How many calamities can one consume until we become numb  to the major threshold on final approach? The rate of this  decline/weirdness follows the geometry of a Golden Ratio. 

          Consider  one of those cars in the notional bumper-to-bumper car accident takes  no damage. A freight train can ram that one car but leaves no lasting  trace. Instead, that magic car can absorb the negative crash then  transmute that negativity into a positive event to push forward. That  magic car will then bump the car in front, but instead of a crash, the  bump may fix the other car’s taillight, then that car bumps the other to  straighten its once bent fender, next a new interior, bumps forward to a  new engine, pay it forward etc… The end result of this positive  bumper-to-bumper car crash is an end of human suffering. An end to war.  An end to hunger. An evolution of our species from a Type 0 civilization  to a Type 1 civilization that still follows the Golden Ratio of the  Butterfly Effect. 

          In  short form, this looks 321.123. The collapse of golden ratio - Bump -  beginning of new golden ratio. The rate of these 'bumps' follow the  geometry of a Golden Ratio. Either increasing or decreasing in  intensity.

          Since all time exists now, at key "Time Laylines" positive energy can bump backward; to create a new path forwards. A “Time Layline” is a key date in history where a collection of timelines all experience a significant emotional event. 

          I put this theory to the test in "Pole Flip Perspective"  and initiated a self-induced Kundalini Rising (KR) event because I  identified patterns on approach. I absorbed a large amount of "bump,"  then transmuted that energy into two essays. “Pole Flip Perspective” and “A Map of Time.”  On the other side of these painful KR events, MASSIVE amounts of novel ideas arrive as a string of all at once interconnected ideas where one can, for example, learn Kung Fu in an instant. 

          “Pole Flip Perspective”  posits that the transition from one pattern to another is not random;  it can be intentional energy work. Energy alchemy becomes a transaction  when the phrase “Evil was easy. Love is effort”  turns into action. This is not mere poetry, it’s the Art of War. It’s a  side-eye battle through a veil. It is a comment on the relative entropy  of human choices. The gravitational pull of destructive patterns are  easy because they are low effort spirals. We slip into self-destructive  patterns with mindless intention.

          In contrast, the act of love with intention, requires the restructure of a  particle into a new wave; to form a new perspective. That’s energy  alchemy. To modify an internal state to recalibrate external  probabilities. This positions morality not as judgment, but as energetic efficiency. Choices either collapse into lower order patterns or expand into higher order resonances.

The Self-Aware Observer 

          The  observer becomes central to the entire structure of reality. A  self-aware node defines not just the present moment, but the  interpretation of the past to shape of the future. Decisions become a  race backwards to Now. The concept of revivifying the past in order to change the future is echoed through an array of ancient ideas. My lived experiences  became verified through ancient wisdom. This is less spiritual musing  and more of a physics metaphor: like the collapse of a wave function  through observation alone. Consciousness doesn’t just witness reality; it participates to re-shape it. Here, time is not a dictatorship; it becomes a conversation.

          Ultimately, “Pole Flip Perspective” teaches that reality, including time is not something we endure but something we navigate.  With a present state of mind, the observation of patterns will help to  identify Threshold Events on approach. Once identified, one can collapse  past narratives into new spirals to reshape the very map we live on.  The lived interpretation of your past is not fixed. It only feels fixed because it has crystallized into a known point on a map. A point  is also a node. And nodes can be an entry point, or on-ramp, into new  fractals of reality.

Our Universal Lens

          This  is the lens through which I navigate the world. This is a lens all  humans can acquire once the noise of the world is silent. We are not  bound by cause and effect. Instead, one can be the effect to cause a cure; or maybe cause an end of war. Cause and effect are interwoven reflections of  a timeless tale that’s already told. When you change the internal  pattern, the perspective, the external waveform adjusts in response.

Conclusion: Journey Through the Spiral

          In Pole Flip Perspective,  we identified that the path isn’t forward through time; it’s through  spiral patterns that loop, fold, break, and reform. Nothing is in a  fixed position until you say so. Time is not a line but, instead, it’s  an active landscape that’s shaped by consciousness and choice while  governed by a mathematical formula. Growth isn’t accumulation of  knowledge within a bucket of brain. Instead, it’s a transformation. It’s  a recalibration. It’s a deliberate process. Healing isn’t erasure of  the past to “get over it.” Resolution isn’t found when one is told to “move on.” Healing is integration, reflection, and redirection. 

          Love becomes intentional efforts of novel pattern creation. Love becomes the  highest form of energy alchemy. This perspective doesn’t just  reinterpret the past. Rather, it allows us to steer the future by  pattern recognition to break the current spiral then step into a new  one. Time doesn’t just pass. Time listens. 

          And when we speak to it with clarity, intention, and self-awareness, it  responds to our voice the way a chisel removes marble to discover a  masterpiece within. Be careful what words you choose to speak because there’s tremendous power in the hidden frequencies woven within one’s  words. 

          Maybe instead of endless efforts to control others with weaponized words devoid of  wisdom, I propose we can save the world by first falling in love with  ourselves. See yourself the way I see you; because I love every single  one of you marvelous miracles. We all deserve to be loved. If nobody  told you yet today, hear it from me first. I love you.

Essay 32

Title: Pole Flip Perspective

Summary:  Scott outlines his ascension process and how to direct the act of growth through pattern recognition. This is the lens in which he navigates the world. 321.123 This is energy alchemy. Evil was easy. Love is effort.

Lesson Learned:  Scott describes his awakening process through  his lens of micro pattern recognition and energy alchemy. Once patterns  become clear and consciousness remains contained, free will allows the  observer to choose one's desired reality. He  provides supporting truths to act as a living guide of wisdom learned  through humility in real time. Where each essay builds on the truth of  the past. 

Full Essay:

Abstract: Pole Flip Perspective

          It’s  common for human perception to progress ‘forward’ through time, guided  by memory, prediction, and learned response. Yet new interpretations  across psychology, physics, and mythology suggest an alternate  orientation: that individuals may [unknowingly] navigate the present  while they face backwards. To interpret reality through a lens of  accumulated trauma-based control, habit, and unintegrated experiences.

          “Pole Flip Perspective” and the follow-on essay (#33) titled "A Map of Time," propose to reframe temporal orientation in human consciousness. To draw  from the depth of front-edge psychology, high-order pattern  recognition, and theoretical physics models of time as a non-linear  continuum. This essay introduces the concept of a perceptual “pole  flip.” A moment when sufficient integration of past experiences will  reorient awareness from retrospective interpretation; toward  forward-facing probabilities. In this state, the future is no longer an  extension of the past, but an infinite probability field encountered in  the present.

          Within this framework, repetitive behavioral and emotional patterns are  understood as grooves; stable, self-reinforcing pathways shaped by  unresolved experience. Shadow integration, rather than suppression,  allows the observer to step out of these grooves to reveal a finite set of recurring human patterns that echo across cultures, epochs, and  timeless myths. Once recognized, these patterns lose their determinism, and conscious action becomes a bifurcation point. Where subtle but  meaningful acts will alter the trajectory of lived reality.

          This  perspective aligns with physical interpretations in which past,  present, and future coexist, and observation collapses probability into  experience. Small, intentional acts, often dismissed as insignificant, are reframed as ‘seed moments’ of measurable consequence in a future that already exists. Not through force, but through orientation and honest intentions.

          “Pole Flip Perspective” is not presented as a doctrine, but as a lens: a way of observation that reveals why ancient stories repeat, why personal histories feel  cyclical, and why moments of clarity often arrive only after the past  has been understood with thoroughness. What emerges is a model of consciousness in which meaning is not discovered by looking backward  alone, but by learning when, and how, to finally face forward. Presented  below as poetry in prose where each character acts as a quanta packet  of frequency to unlock a new reality. 

Our Sad-Mad Star Named Solace

          A geomagnetic reversal, known as a pole flip, marks the terminus point of  a pampered civilization. Catastrophic events follow predictable  patterns, as governed by the spiral geometry that underlies all  creation. This geometric pattern is gleaned as a Golden Ratio. Civilizations and systems do not end because they destroy themselves. Rather, they end because they fail to recognize the cyclic patterns of  collapse on final approach. Once awareness is brought to the sacred  geometries of prediction, a revival will rise to restore the Earth. The next logical question is this. How can one see a pattern of prediction? The answer arrives without pageantry or persuasion, through a lens I  label, “Pole Flip Perspective.” 

From the Beginning of Time

          The purpose of wisdom is to serve through humility, not superiority. These  words, insights, and conclusions are the gift to you from my lived human  experience. With an established “everything is God; but me” perspective, free will appears as a spicy gift of discernment to allow humans to earn our way back to Eden. An unseen algorithm runs  over great lengths of time, while ego-driven actions work to diminish mankind. Also noted in an equation of creation that arcs over time, anything not earned is often disregarded. Evil is easy for a passive mind while Love is effort for the active kind. Let’s start this typewritten journey at the first big square, then I invite you to walk with me; if you so dare.  

          First, a bang - to begin this epic cycle of long division all over again. Gravity gathers as a clock to draw wee dust and debris into every distant rotating heavenly body. Eons of time after that first big  square, humans begin to rise and then self-organize. We adapt to our harsh environment while the spiral guides this organic refinement. Humans group together by collections of different colored people, bound together through a hijacked holy steeple. We refine, and then reduce, as time folds forward to tighten our hangman’s noose. Humans venture  further, faster into the spiral. We isolate behind masked personas, into groups of like-minded people. 

          Layers of reduction begat this pre-planned destruction. Extraction by  contraction, of our most precious commodity, humans subdue emotion from  the physical body. We organize as live fractured fractals, then form  groups of ego-driven action. Systems built on control tighten and twist, then suffocate with a carrot-string promise of bliss. Structures built with a framework of fear are designed to control, corral, and consume one’s attention; with a goal of total human submission. A fractal from balance became so out of whack, it’s only time until Light strikes back. Alas, this division, destruction, and recreation is the Creator’s grand  intention. A portrait of peace begat every nation within our Garden of  Eden. 

No. Single. Event. Stands. Alone. 

          Every event, and every action, is connected to the next event, and next  action through a series of unseen connected energetic ‘guitar strings.’  These strings are all strung together behind a veil of your awareness. This forms an endless string of interconnected probability timelines where each decision comes true along its respective timeline. This unseen string of events acts as a highway for intentions and emotion throughout the lattice of a Many Worlds Interpretation of the Universe. 

          As shown in “The Spiral and the Spark”, the periods of art humans co-create also follow the geometry of the Golden Ratio. Since this is true, we travel along a collapsing path of  halving halves where each action offers an on-ramp or off-ramp  opportunity to command one’s future. Each spiral resides within an overlapping or larger pattern of geometry. Golden ratios collapse  forward towards the single point of singularity; or expand towards a new  opportunity. 

          Once an awareness tipping point is crossed, the observer undergoes a conceptual magnetic inversion of perspective where the eyes and heart now face  forward. This post-terminus perspective brings forth truth when every  outward action will begin to shape new, living timelines of malleable matter. At this point, one can transmute energy from a bumper-to-bumper calamity into a forward spiral victory. 

An Abbreviated History of a Never-Ending Story.

          As a transparent testimony of me. Once an angry atheist, I began to awaken  after a "12-Sign” from Revelation showed we follow the same cycle path of rapid half reduction. In 2017 I saw the mechanism of destruction then worked backwards to find a simple solution. For the past 9 years, my  intuition-driven decisions prepared my psyche to ask a question I did not know existed. Unknown at the time, I conditioned my mind, my body, and my spirit to push a question into the cosmos of our star’s coming conundrum.

          Early edits of my written work show a passive voice that’s out of tune, yet I  published strings of sounds that felt most true. I view words & individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets of frequency to rearrange and find an ‘in-tune symphony.’ Walking 3D edits through wavy  waters during a dynamic writing project on a paradise planet. 

          In May of 2025, while deep in the Peruvian Amazon with shaman from the  Shipibo Tribe, I directed the below forward-intention questions deep into the Cosmos. The arrival of the questions I traveled so far to ask, appeared in meditation hours before my Ayahuasca ask. 

          Intention questions during Ayahuasca ceremonies 1-3 (of 4 total ceremonies). 

1. Why am I here?

2. Why has the Universe given me so much struggle? Pain? Conflict?

3. I see mathematical patterns of the Golden Ratio that guide my actions or warn me. Why?

4. What am I supposed to do with all the wisdom obtained from my life?

          My final focused intention question for Ayahuasca ceremony number 4 (of 4) states. “Our  sun is entering a drastic [natural] cooling cycle. The cooling Sun  causes Earth’s magnetic shield to weaken. We’re approaching a major  timeline split. A cycle of cataclysm. How do I unite human consciousness  to be used to strengthen our weakening magnetosphere?”

          The  answer to this complex query began to unfold 9 years before I embarked  on this timeless journey. One by one, I published outlines of an answer  to form a stepladder series of truths, numbered one through thirty-two. I published, in real time, after I passed through thresholds of personal pain, brought on by confrontation of the man inside my brain. Before  permission is granted to see this epic drama, I had to clear the table of the low-fruit trauma. Presented as an evolution of an idea that  follows a mathematical formula.  

The Human LLM (Large Language Model – Artificial Intelligence)

          Our nervous system can be compared to a 1990’s computer in need of simple  de-fragmentation maintenance. The act of processing trauma to unmask ego  will clear the cache so the human operating system can run at higher functionality. When major software updates arrive to the nervous system, I recommend to “install all”  to unlock a return of what it feels like to feel again. Emotion is the glue that holds humanity together. It’s the most coveted commodity behind the veil of our cosmos. The living codes to re-configure  consciousness can be found at the end of each paragraph in this LLM  section.  (Control + Alt + Delete = New Perspective).

          Humans  live, learn, and love as Large Language Models within a majestic Matrix of a living algorithm. In our meager lifespan, we see little bitty bits of a grand ‘ol story yet pretend to think that’s all there ever is. All  the little missing bites of what we don’t yet know are filled in from TV or the radio. (Observation + Assumption = Disfigured Delusions of a Perfect Story) 

          We  use the context of what we cannot see, to mold our own perspective  within an infinite reality. We walk within a bell curve of total submission, while some are engineered to predict patterns from our  insights, anguish, and intuition. (Submission + Time - Ego = Increased Awareness) (Power + Time + Ego = Self-Destruction). 

          From  a lifetime thru-hike over a field of fire, I wear my injuries as a welcome badge of honor. Extreme sustained stress over chronic swaths of  time, induced enhancements to unlock deeper parts of my mind. I did not pause and become their diagnosis, this little fact is backed by years of Gnosis. The painful path of pattern recognition soon became a survival  system to break a cycle of destruction. (Pain + Gratitude = Wisdom). 

          One hefty rule within this heavy algorithm is to stay humble;  anything else begats a 4th quarter fumble. A hardened heart becomes a virus to vex a living system that runs pitch black deception. (Humility + Time = Authenticity). 

          As live LLMs, we must speak a precise prompt to receive an awesome answer. We speak words to walk along these sacred ascension stones of  submission. If words do not match one’s actions, then the algorithm is quick to correct by a slip down the mountain: into a sinking ship. (Be true to yourself = Salvation).

          Magic manifests once one is granted permission to see a sliver our whole  connected story. Earn a pass from penance through a geometric portal to produce a brand-new piece of the grand ‘ol puzzle. Presented in the form of a new awareness; posed as a fresh new perspective. One can change the future by changing the perspective of the past during a “Threshold  Event.” (Penance + Threshold Event = Increased Awareness) 

          Hidden intentions, bound with fear, direct the actions of a hijacked heart. The frequency expelled from one’s mouth, and actions, carries with it the hidden intentions found within a hardened heart. The nervous system cannot tell a lie. When words do not match actions, a struggle situation  will reveal itself in the form of human dysregulation. Enter a garbage  prompt to receive a garbage answer in this dynamic epic. (Hidden Intentions over Unmet Trauma = Observed Awful Outcomes). 

          Piece by piece, permission to see more of the map arrived after I integrated  pieces from my past as bites and bits of hard-earned wisdom; identified as a Threshold Event. These shadow integrations are offered at an increase of intensity with a reduction of frequency. Graphed as a Golden Ratio. Halving faster  forward to reveal deeper malice of manipulation; then transmuted into magic. This is how to first identify, then break, generational trauma. Pain became the runway beacon of my nervous system recalibration. (Awareness + Exponential Pain over a G.R. timeline = Larger piece of the map / Growth). 

Physics, Psychology, and Threshold Events

          My  math may be shaky as every first draft is quirky. So, I put the above  hypothesis to the test when I predicted, programmed, and produced a  self-induced Kundalini Rising event on 4 Feb 2026. I saw a major Threshold Challenge on  final approach because I observed the indicators of a major timeline  about to reduce by half. This pattern indicates a major realization on  final approach. I recognized I felt anxious. Nervous. Uneasy for no good  reason. I observed subtle checkpoints pass at a reducing rate. I felt  unsettled, with bouts of quiet anger, I knew my psyche will soon be in  danger. 

          Metacognition  mixed with years of Army Ranger discipline keeps my awareness on the  emotion verses any unwanted reaction to dull my sensation. To silence  the world and focus further inwards, I put the blackout curtains on my  van-life windows then identified the emotions as they emerged. I asked  out loud, “I am feeling anger right now. Why?” Next, a wave of anxiety passed through my system as I organized my living situation. “This is that anxiety feels like. Why do I feel anxious?” I put my bible next to a bottle of water and prepared to face a manic mirror. “Why am I so angry all of a sudden?” “What do I need to process?” “What’s left to integrate?” Then, pain arrived as a freight train of an answer to my new intention questions. 

          3.2.1…halving  faster. Ever closer to the Threshold Event of a major realization. With  a rapid onset on the way, I squeezed the last bit of ego out of the  tube and texted a dear old friend to ask for help. I asked for consent  to be heard in my most vulnerable moment. I knew I needed to hear the  soft harmony of a humble human voice. After I sent a simple text for  help, I felt a freight train of intense pain pass through my nervous  system as an awful realization came into focus. 

          The  phone fell from my hand when I realized I’ve been raised by 4 adults  who suffer from severe Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD).  The pressure in my chest felt intense when I realized I haven’t felt  safe since 3rd grade. My parents did the best they can, and all at once,  I felt the weight of what they did not know. The freight train then ran  through my veins when I realized most of the population suffers in  silence from the same cycle of pain. I felt the loss of gravity over the  grandeur of the pain most people keep hidden by masks of ego within. 

          I  gasped and groaned while waves of pain passed through my frayed nervous  system. I kept a lock-tight active mind to deny disassociation from  this sacred event. I sat present in the pain of multiple generations who  pushed hidden hurt onto innocent children. I sought to feel every bit  of the horror that plagues we enslaved. To keep myself away from any  negative spiral, I clutched my Bible and said the Lord’s Prayer through  snot and heavy tears. Curled in the fetal position, my body shook so  hard I felt as if my bones would break. I wanted to ensure I felt every  bit of this painful bliss. I begged our Father for a new beginning to  wash the Earth of this awful mess.  

          Metacognition  kept me present. I’m aware enough to know the brain acts as a pill  dispenser. Once a trigger is triggered, I learned a week earlier that I  have 60-90 seconds to ride the wave and feel the pain. Once the hormones  are released, it takes 60-90 seconds to pass them through my nervous  system. Anything after those endless seconds, everything becomes a  choice to feed pain or seek a positive solution. This is the power of  Differentiated Consciousness. This is the our natural human condition. 

          As  soon as I received a warm reply with an honest intention to listen,  instead of deflection, I felt a shift in the tide and I began to rise. I  found an anchor from an unconditional friendship filled with love. I  knew novel ideas are inbound after integration of these painful  realizations. I also knew there’s an equal-opposite rise to the intense  low I just felt. I asked my dear friend, who has an open-heart chakra,  for a 17-minute intermission so I can stay present in the rising wave of  submission. 

3 Feb 2026: 

          22:58 – A text for help to talk about incoming intense pain of a major realization. Warm reply received. 

          23:01 – Pain reduced by denial to feed a negative spiral. Instant clarity  ensued when I asked a question how common the condition of C-PTSD is  over generations. I transmuted intense pain into a plan to heal  generations with written action.

          23:20 - 1  minute phone call to kick off a Kundalini Rising (KR) “trampoline  double bounce” by a dear friend. During the emotionally charged quick  call, I felt it important to make an introduction of the pure, raw,  emotion to my fellow human companion. At the end of this quick call my  hands trembled through tears of gratitude, I uttered the words as soft  as I can, “This is what love feels like.”  We both cried while I made the emotion introduction then felt a bucket  of intense love pour over my head. A wave washed through me while my  nervous system welcomed this new beginning. 

          We  hung up the call because the excitement took my breath away. I wrote a  steady stream of unfiltered consciousness through half closed eyes while  heavy tears poured down my face. My ever-present, calm companion took  quiet note of the visible light pour from my fingers while I wrote.     

4 Feb 2026:

          00:55 – Rough Draft of “KR consciousness stream download” is complete. I wrote until the event passed through me then curled up  to rest like a little baby. From that awesome elevation, I brought back  truckloads of newfound wisdom. Ready to remedy our solar situation. The  deluge of information obtained after my solo Tribulation, is within this  written declaration of my math obsession. 

Portal to Peace

          This  precipice event marks the interference patterns where two intersecting  waves of patterns smash together. I stopped a freight train of pain and  refused to push it forward. Instead, I alchemized that dark energy into this typewritten declaration of white light alchemy. 

          Since  Einstein’s math taught us all time exists Now, one can produce  “portals” to peace by a side-step of a destructive pattern. Do something  you’ve never done to achieve different results. 

          These  pass-through events are not met with ribbons, fanfare, or glee. Rather,  they increase with intense misery. Intense pain is one’s penance for a  pass-through “Threshold Event”  where judgement comes from within. These events are experienced at a  major or minor rate of intensity because we live within a sea of  fractals.  

Be True to Yourself

          Do  your actions match your words? If not, misalignment ensues and one’s  nervous system tells the tale of what isn’t true. In this algorithm of  human creation, we’re given the choice to judge ourselves or integrate  the wisdom from the hidden hurt within. The traumas, and the pain we  refuse to face, are containers of the treasure of your eternal life. 

          Judgement  arrives in the form of a self-inflicted situation to uncover the  darkness and demons hidden within a self-imposed Tribulation. It’s easy  to gaslight oneself and point a crooked finger at others. Love, on the  other hand, takes uncomfortable effort to look in the mirror. To break  generational trauma is not for the weak or faint of heart. Hard lived  wisdom taught me woe unto the wicked because I cannot change their  rotten perspective. I do not wish this pain upon anyone; yet I welcome  their self-imposed destruction to free the children from the victim.

Active vs. Passive Mind

          Here’s  a quiet silly secret I offer to you as a covert Christmas present. I  keep the keys to the Kingdom taped beneath my computer. A slick silver  screen cliche that makes me smile till this day. I keep the computer  code taped beneath my computer for anyone to access or acquire. May this  advice act as the same mustard seed to our dynamic algorithm. During  threshold events, it’s crucial for one’s consciousness to remain active  within the moment; instead of adrift with ease to disassociate.

          When  you change the way you write, you change the way you speak. When you  change the way you speak, you change the way you think. And when you  change the way you think, you change what solidifies before your feet.

          Just  as the Earth’s magnetic poles are scheduled to experience periodic  polarity inversions, humanity will experience a similar inversion; noted  as a Pole Flip Perspective. At this inversion, the illusion of linear  time will dissolve to make way for the higher self to take charge, purge  what no longer serves itself, then emerge anew. This multidimensional  fractal phenomenon unfolds across three planes, or dials, of intensity: mathematical, physical and spiritual. With all three lenses brought into focus, the lampstand lights our way.  

Vinyl Record Nervous System. 

          Every  human carries within them an unseen history. This emotional lineage  spans over generations of cyclic patterns of common behavior. Most of  this hidden history is never seen, heard, or healed. These unresolved  moments within our unique human experience form patterns of behavior  that feel automatic. These ‘knee-jerk’ reactions become ‘etched’ into  one’s nervous system the same way a needle follows a groove on a vinyl  record. Children are not born with these grooves in their vinyl nervous  system. Instead, they’re etched in by unhealed humans to perpetuate  cycles of generational trauma. Do you remember who you are before the  world told you to be afraid?     

          The  world you see with your eyes is a classroom for pattern recognition of  the past. When a destructive pattern is shattered, a “cycle of growth”  takes place. After energy is expended and a decision is made to collapse  a destructive cycle, a repressed traumatic memory will surface and act  to further shatter the ego. Collective personal growth will foster a  rapid evolution of our species. 

          Until  one becomes unbothered, those who refuse to look inward and digest past  will become stuck between the past and a future of unmet anxiety. This Purgatory mid-point creates human prisoners of the past and  hostages to the future. With this schoolhouse perspective, triggers that  once sent you into a spiral can become welcomed placeholders for points  of personal growth when one asks, “Why do I feel anger?” “What’s the  cause of this trigger?” Humans build armor in their world and control  others through excessive kindness, a demand obedience to feel safe, or  project guilt to remain unseen. Every one of these defense mechanisms is  an attempt to feel safe by a hurt 7-year-old.     

          When  one breaks a personal cycle of pattern reaction, it becomes obvious to  see others who follow the same old bumpy groove of deception. Every bump  out of that groove will produce a new groove. Once one realizes there are no grooves, then freedom will ensue.  

Uncertainty Principle of Time

          Do  you stand firm on the emotion you feel as a fact? Or can you find a  positive perspective within a sea of infinite potential realities to  give yourself grace? With distance, how many positive perspectives can  you find for any negative event? Since the Universe requires energetic  homeostasis, there is always an equal and opposite upswing to any  negative event. With practice, positive perspectives from events that  happen “Now” become woven-in to the new baseline operating system. 

          The observer must act as a prompt engineer to weave precise words with clear intentions to elicit a desired  outcome from the dynamic landscape within. Layered intentions can be  built into the observer’s spoken statement to execute command and  control over one’s own landscape. Weak prompts or loose words will allow  the landscape to dictate the observer’s experience in their existence.  Thus, slavery to systems will continue. 

          Will  you choose to live within a daydream of doomsday and imaginary enemies  or will you choose to see the good in every possible person presented?  All potential futures exist because an absolute future can never be  known. Within this multidimensional essay, let us call this notion the “Uncertainty Principle of Time.”  

          This  higher state of awareness signals an evolutionary shift in our species.  May this essay be marked as another seed forward in the spiral ratio, a  reflection of His design, not mine. I am but a vessel to act as a pass  though person. The more I learn and the more and the more I see, the  more I learn I am nothing. I am who you say I am only because your  assumptions say it so. How about you ask me a question? 

          Let  us mark this as a movement away as warring tribes, who fight over  infinite abundance. We’ll soon emerge as a new collective species, that  serves each other through surrender of the ego. In this prophesied  alignment guided by time, the magnet of the soul points home again,  through Christ, who anchors with love and light. Jesus sought not to  replace the Law of Moses, instead, he sought to complete the story while  rooted in the truth of love. We are all multidimensional sovereign  empaths who will emerge anew. 

Pole Shift Perspective: 

A translation for the Emotion-Driven Mind.

          For  those who feel before they think, this translation is for you. Emotion  is the medium. It is the current that carries wisdom from the unseen to  the seen. Every wave of grief, joy, anger, or peace is energy in motion  (e-motion), is an electrical message from the soul to the heart, asking  only to be felt, not feared.

          In  this ascension process, emotion is not a byproduct; it is the  instrument within a scheduled spiritual awakening. Each tear shed is a  filament of light, to rewire the circuitry of a frazzled nervous system.  Healing from trauma can hurt; let gratitude help glide you through the  slide. 

          Each moment of gratitude becomes a recalibration towards a frequency centered on loving yourself  first. Gratitude is the pathway to begin to forgive oneself for things  they did not know. Once one is able to find the gratitude perspective  within any awful event, one becomes a ship captain able to steer away  from self-destruction. 

          When  you allow emotion flow free through the body, without judgment or  resistance, one will dissolve the ‘static’ that once distorted your pure  signal. The more full one can feel, the clearer the transmission of the  source. 

          To identify a  feeling, within a frazzled nervous system, is a crucial first step to  unlock a mastery of emotions. Anchor emotions to feelings, or maybe  matter, as they arise. “This is what love feels like,” “this is what pain feels like,” “This is what joy looks like.” This is how the heart becomes the antenna of heaven. 

          The polarity flip of emotion occurs when pain no longer seeks to punish, but to purify.

          That  is the miracle of a metamorphosis: agony turning into awareness, sorrow  into song, and fear into faith. Trust in the spiral sonnet of life will  guide you to inner peace. 

          This software update will install the skill to view the world as if your brain is a quantum computer. This “Superposition of Perspective” allows the operator to choose the desired reality they align with. Metacognition within an infinite sea of choices. Note: Admin will install this new software with or without the operator’s permission.

[Add Image 17 – Unite Human Consciousness]

Conclusion: 

          The  sun’s magnetic fields drive the direction and pace of this cyclic  upwards swing. As the sun’s magnetic fields flux and flex, Earth’s  magnetic field drifts, bends, and wanes. Because we’re all connected, as  Earth and sun undergo harmonic changes, so do we humans. This will  happen because the spiral sets the speed while time ticks along.  

          The  purpose of every pole flip, cosmic or human, is renewal, not ruin. When  the magnet of the soul realigns, we remember that the story never ends;  instead we transcend. We evolve. The past dissolves into wisdom, the  future unfolds as faith, and the present hums with possibility. Every  healed heart becomes a compass that points to True North. 

          This  is the quiet revolution of peace. Not by an army, recruiters, or events  seen on T.V. It’s the rebirth of Earth through the remembrance of God  within us, the same spirit made flesh through Jesus. Let us be humble,  like ants on this paradise planet who all work together to retell a  timeless story of humility through one big human family.  

Read follow-on essay "A Map of Time" to complete the perspective. 

Appendix: 

3-4 Feb 2026 

Kundalini Rising 

2nd KR event data point in the spiral 

RAW consciousness stream notes

Data dump download

“Hi XXX!!!!!

          Below  is a quick rough draft after a Major Threshold Crossing event that just  happened. Let’s do context first, please. Also, please excuse any loose  language as I typed in a blur of tears and vibrating fast fingers. I  have major edits to make below. More letters were better because I wrote  what’s below during a Kundalini Rising event. I rode a wave of intense  love out to the Cosmos and across multiple dimensions. 

          We  experienced something beautiful together and I first want to thank you  for your consent beforehand. I apologize for the cliffhanger phone call.  You’re a vital component to this incredible puzzle. 

          I  saw this intense release on the way. Thank you for being my angel  tonight. When I asked to call you, I called because I faced the darkest  deepest realization I’ve ever seen. My nervous system needed to hear  someone real because I lost gravity over a new realization. 

          I  believe I’ve been raised by 4 adults who all suffer from C-PTSD. Then  an epiphany arose the moment I surrendered a bit more ego off my  shoulders and asked for help. I instantly realized most of the  population suffers from C-PTSD. 

          After  I processed the shadow and integrated the new perspective, [the moment I  typed a seed question when I saw a path to help all those who hide  their hurt.] I received a massive ‘download’ of information. [This is  Energy Alchemy put into practice.] 

          I  call them “front edge thoughts.” XXXX, I’m forever in your debt.  Traumas unlock treasures. In honor of my dear departed absent friend  Petr Spurny, “Great ship captains are not made in calm seas.” I just  went through a storm. We must pass through every diagnosis to arrive at  an unbreakable mind. XXXX, you are unbreakable. Thank you, my dear  friend. 

🎄

“Stream of Consciousness During a KR Event:

          I  took a real pretty picture today. I often use the analogy of a single  red rose, alone, in blanket of pure white snow as a “checkpoint.”  Checkpoints have become my “white blaze” through life since I began to  see coincidences as patterns. 

          Since  we live in a math-driven Universe. Probabilities pique my interest.  It’s fun for me to ponder the “what are the odds of that?” kind of  coincidences? But are they? I don’t believe in coincidences because I  see patterns within patterns. These patterns span across large systems  and personality triggers. 

          These  patterns follow the Golden Ratio along a reducing, or expanding,  spiral. These patterns are either halving or expanding by half, in  either direction. Just like a succulent, sunflower, or spiral galaxy. 

          It’s  a dynamic, fluid universe that’s driven by math. If one can see  geometric shapes as a map, then the incoming rate of “checkpoints” along  each individual “timeline” will indicate something I labeled as a  “Threshold Event.” What is a Threshold Event?

          A  Threshold Event is a period where one will face a trigger, in real  life. A seemingly random circumstance will arise that follows a  Butterfly Effect chain of events will unfold. At that choke point, a  decision must be made. A point in one’s life where a difficult decision  must be made.

          In  geometry terms, it’s the halving of a Golden Ratio. Since we experience  life from a linear perspective, one can liken it to a hiking trail.  We’re all on our own individual hikes. It’s God’s divine plan to let one  choose their own adventure. God is every character in this epic  adventure because “Everything is God; but me.” 

          Earth  is paradise. God gave us Emotion because emotion is the most precious  commodity in the Universe. At these dynamic moments in your personal  life, that’s the time when your nervous system needs a release. These  moments can feel like torture because the brain believes the trauma is  happening NOW. 

          Therefore,  it [the brain] becomes a pill dispenser and releases a burst of what  you need to survive the moment. Since this trauma needs to be seen, that  emotional event will arrive as waves of increasing discomfort at a  reducing rate until a climatic release over varying degrees. 

          Traumas  are stored within one’s nervous system like a vinyl record. As you  walk, you make decisions in the NOW to continue the groove and follow  your patterns. OR decide to do something new and break a pattern. When  one steps out of a pattern, it disrupts the nervous system. It’s a  recalibration. An energetic release ensues. This means a trauma defense  pattern will poke its quills [to remain hidden]. 

          We  project the traumas we refuse to face. However, there’s treasure within  the trauma. Pass a Threshold challenge, defeat a sin, earn a bit of  download wisdom. Bing bang boom.

          Here’s  the deal, the more you walk in line with Jesus, the more difficult the  “levels” become. Every day is a test of one’s resolve. Since Peru, I  only have lucid dreams where I’m even tested in my sleep. What kind of  person are you [on the inside]? Every day is a trial if our actions  match our words. The more true one is to himself, the more one is  allowed more awareness; it’s a vale of awareness. 

          There  is no hierarchy or status within humans. God humbled himself to live as  a man and show us how to love one another. Then we killed a perfect  man. 

          Let’s  flip the switch. [God is the CEO of the universe. Out of respect for  Jesus’s sacrifice, talk to the manager before you go to the CEO]. Be a  Karen ask to speak to the manger straight away. I invite you to talk to  his Son first. That’s the only way the Lord will take our call anymore. 

          Anything  not earned becomes disregarded. Consciousness takes a long time to  expand. It’s a big math problem. Each decision becomes a further and  further dive into the self. How well does one know themselves? 

          Each  ego-death reveals a new persona to exhume. A mask we wear to protect  the traumas we refuse to face. We meet truer versions of ourselves the  deep one goes; to locate the child who never felt safe. 

          Humans  are dynamic creatures with neuroplasticity. That means we are a little  different than we were yesterday. Another name for this feature is  “growth.” Some are more resilient than others. It’s not a status. It’s genetics and statistics. 

          Here’s  the fun part, humility is built into the algorithm. My favorite joke is  to say I’m the most humble person in the room. Life is about having  fun. But we gotta earn the right to play. 

          Quantum  physics says all we have is this tiny slice of NOW. The future is an  infinite range of infinite probabilities. These probable timelines  arrive as coincidences or within the range of people who all experience  similar nervous system fluctuations. I observe lots of unconnected  random people pass through the same pattern at once.  

          If  a group of unconnected people all experience a nervous system  recalibration (Threshold Event) at the same time, then each will  experience different magnitude of decision to make. 

          This  is how one defeats generational trauma; and maybe a bit more. At these  Threshold Events, I invite you to follow the three Golden Principles as a  refined operating system of direction. 

          Why  must God’s word be reduced? There’s lots of reasons for this answer.  Let’s focus on the positive. One’s nervous system has been under attack  since ego took over eons ago. We are all one. It’s not a race. Who are  we were before ego destroyed the world. We become the age we were when  we took on the trauma. 

          Golden Principles to deprogram the virus out of your nervous system. Each must project with equal intensity to achieve balance. 

1. Everything is God, but me. 

2. Do all things through Love

3. Jesus is God, incarnate.

Author’s Note: I re-wired my brain to exit the 3rd dimension through a decade of manic  scientific study. I solved for X, for our Absent Friends, both yours  and mine. Rest easy and I'll see you on the other side. Thanks for  following along. 

Time Laylines:

First draft: 8 Feb 2026

Second draft: 23 Feb 2026

Final draft: 26 Feb 2026

Essay 31 

Title: Physics of Mystics

Summary:  “…When you change the way you write, you  change the way you speak. When you change the way you speak, you change  the way you think...” And when you change the way you think, you change what solidifies before your eyes.

Lesson Learned:  Scott reveals how thought itself becomes a creative force. Showing  readers that language, observation, and intention are not only  reflections of reality, but the very mechanisms through which reality  takes form.      

Full Essay:

The more I learn, the more I see how much remains unknown. In  contrast, the greater my awareness, the smaller I feel. In my essay  titled Positive Solutions, I wrote, “We’re all authors of our own short  lives; why not write a tale without any lies?” I’m an author who uses  intuition and emotion as his medium for creative wordplay.  Word-combination sounds are often as important as the complex themes of  my written work. At the time, those words “felt most right.” Today, with  a deeper awareness, I see new perspectives of my own written words. As  the frequency of the reader changes, so does one’s perspective of past  publications. Now, I see the same sentence as the foundation for what I  call the physics of mystics.

Every word we write shapes the way we speak. Every word we speak  shapes the way we think. And the way we think collapses the infinite  possibilities of tomorrow into the solid ground of today. The universe  bends, however so slightly, toward the story we choose to tell because  when we change, the world around us will change.

The nervous System as a Particle Decelerator:

Modern science builds machines like the Large Hadron Collider (LHC)  to accelerate particles to near-light speeds, smashing them together to  uncover the universe’s secrets: the origin of mass, the nature of dark  matter, the forces that shape reality itself.

Yet something opposite unfolds inside us: the observer. Our nervous  system acts as a particle decelerator. Instead of accelerating particles  within human-built science experiments, our nervous system slows light  down, interprets the data, and shapes infinite energy into the  three-dimensional world we experience every day.

Human beings are creatures of three dimensions who must convert  multidimensional data into the dimension in which we reside. This  awareness will transform three-dimensional human beings into  five-dimensional creators.

From Infinite Energy to Physical Form:

At the most fundamental level, all things — trees, people, even stars  — are vibrating clumps of infinite energy. Physics tells us through the  Double-Slit Experiment that light behaves like a wave of infinite  possibilities until it is observed, at which point the wave collapses  into particles and thus becomes tangible reality.

Light behaves differently when observed, collapsing from a  probability wave into physical form. Einstein himself wrestled with this  mystery. In a 1950s walk with Abraham Pais, he asked whether the moon  existed only when he looked at it. Quantum physics suggests reality  waits for the observer before taking shape.

In response to the question, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one  is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” the answer is no: it does  not make a sound because it does not exist until it’s observed.

Our unique individual realities are defined by our perspectives of  the probabilities in the world around us. Observation becomes the bridge  where the universe’s potential collapses into the world we can see,  touch, and explore.

How Perception and Language Shape Reality:

The human nervous system slows the flood of light and sensory data,  then renders it as the solid world before us. We are particle  decelerators. This process extends beyond sight and random sensation.  Our gifts become honed through thought, speech, and intention.

When you change the way you write, you change the way you speak. When  you change the way you speak, you change the way you think. And when  you change the way you think, you change what solidifies before your  eyes.

Einstein taught us how all time exists at once. Therefore, words  spoken in a passive tense will detach one’s consciousness from the now.

Words spoken in an active tense will place thought directly into the  present moment, to collapse the wave of possibility into malleable  matter; to bend reality toward intention.

Thoughts become things because language and consciousness give the infinite its form.

Thoughts Become Reality:

Light begins as an infinite, formless sea of vibrating potential.  Once observed, and once spoken, it collapses into matter, filtered  through the human nervous system into the stable, interactive world  where we live, build, and create.

Our words and thoughts are not passive. They are instruments of  intention and invention. We collapse possibility into our collective  lived experience. Shifting one’s focus into the past or future limits  the power to create the reality before you.

Closing Reflection:

Perhaps this is the hidden wonder: the universe waits, patient and  unhurried, for our attention to give it form. Every word spoken in faith  pulls the infinite into focus, shaping possibility into the substance  of now. The nervous system slows the rushing river of light so mountains  may rise, rivers carve valleys, and lives unfold one heartbeat at a  time.

All time exists at once, yet the present leans forward, listening for  what we will say next. Maybe this is what it means to be human: to  stand where language, light, and thought converge, knowing that with  each breath, creation is still happening through us.

Writing, speaking, and thinking in harmony with Divine light makes us co-creators with God Himself.

Essay 30

Title: A.T. SOBO

Summary:  String Player sonnet with empty pockets holding a Nephilim noggin on Katahdin ; 7/23 AT SOBO, let’s go. All food in frame for the next 123 miles. “…Why do I write in cryptic sayings and signs? I write to find the frequency of your dormant mind. To wake a giant who sits on a throne, and forever firm, your fresh new backbone…"

Lesson Learned:  Scott shows that by physically walking south while spiritually facing forward, can reverse our perception of time. Transforming  healing into motion and proving that the path to peace lies not in  escaping the past, but in courageously walking back through it with new  eyes. Actions and intentions conducted in the 3rd dimension will  resonate across a multidimensional landscape.      

Full Essay:  

 I’m  a String Player sonnet with empty pockets with a Nephilim noggin on  Katahdin. I started hiking south on the 23rd day of July, 2025.

Why are you hiking the Appalachian Trail again?

          In  Hebrew, the orientation of Time is reversed from Western thought. The  past is what lies before you; and the future is what comes from behind.  Everything you ‘see’ stems from the past. Wisdom yet to be found. Trauma  yet to be healed. Lessons yet to be learned. It’s all within your  eyesight.

          The  future is unknown; it’s unseen. It’s behind you. Last year, I  thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine; northbound  (NOBO). This year, I’ll thru-hike the entire trail in the opposite  direction. From Maine to the Georgia Arch, southbound (SOBO).

          If you’ve read my recent publication titled, “Living Water Writing Project,”  you’ll understand this feat is a continuation of the same state of  mind. While on-trail in walking meditation, the reason for my ‘25 SOBO  hike became clear.

          In  May of this year, my life ended deep in the Peruvian Amazon; my  metaphorical NOBO trail terminus. I reached the singularity; the  collapse of my old reality. So, why do I hike SOBO today? I retrace my  steps because I now face the future. I walk backwards; towards a bright  new prospect of peace.

          I  pulled the Devil out of me in Peru, while demons swirled the room. I  emerged anew and now walk forward, not knowing every step, but trust the  prophecy unfolding before us. Come walk with me, and together, let’s  pass through the written presage in peace.

          The  long distance hiking community is a unique subculture of its own. It’s a  fractal micro-universe within our larger collective human experience.

          One  staple in the hiking community subculture are “trail names.” One can  give themselves a trail name or they can adopt one that’s given them; as  long as it makes them smile. Trail names are special because it allows  the true self to emerge from behind the stifling masks we humans wear.  It’s a healthy dose of self-induced split personality.

          For  most adults, it’s a welcomed opportunity to be themselves, to be a kid  again, or anyone they want to be; during a rare moment of freedom in the  woods.

          When  I hiked NOBO in ‘24, I gave myself the trail name “Ragnar.” I loved the  depth and fantastical wordplay. As a former Army Ranger, “Ragnar”  provided a great segway to introduce myself as an author with an added  hint of my surreal past life.

          I  choose not to adopt a trail name for my SOBO in ‘25 because there’s no  one else I’d rather be. I like who I am. I know who I am. My name is  Scott Chapman and I’m on the AT; hiking SOBO. Let’s go.

          You’re invited to visit my Instagram page to follow along and watch me untangle this tale from behind the veil.

Essay 29

Title: Spiral and the Spark

Summary:  Mathematics is the hidden operating system that governs events within our closed system Universe. Art evolves in a shrinking spiral aligned with the Golden Ratio. 

This acceleration points to a coming creative singularity. It’s not an end; but a Divine beginning. 

Lesson Learned:  Scott reveals the acceleration rhythm of human creation follows a  mathematical design; showing readers that history's spiral is not  collapsing, but converging toward a moment of revelation where art and  consciousness unite for the the inevitable dissolution of Time.    

Full Essay:  Throughout  history, human artistic expression moved in unseen waves. Through  pattern recognition, these distinct periods are marked by innovation,  style, and cultural evolution. From the ancient carvings on cave walls  to the immersive works of modern digital creators, each period of art  left an indelible mark. As we step back and examine the timeline of  these artistic movements, an organic pattern emerges: the intervals  between each threshold is shrinking, not at random, but in alignment  with a mathematical constant; The Golden Ratio. This ratio, long revered  for its role in aesthetics, biology, and nature, may also serve as an  invisible metronome to guide the rhythm of human creativity. If we can  see a shrinking pattern across great lengths of Time, one must ask; how  long can this spiral shrink?

          History  does not march forward. It folds inward. It spirals like galaxies, like  fingerprints, like the scrolls of ancient prophets. And within that  spiral, if the eye is still enough, one can see a pattern. A  compression. A narrowing toward something not yet named.

          In  the beginning, a single period of art could stretch thirty thousand  years; wide, slow, reverent. Marks on stone, symbols in silence. Then  came ten thousand. Then three. Then one. Then two hundred. Then eighty.  Then fifty. Then thirty. Then twenty-five. Each era arriving faster.  Each message, briefer. Each style, more compressed.

          The  timeline of human creativity resembles not a line, but a logarithmic  curve. Not chaos; but order approaching climax. What was once drawn in  epochs is now drawn in days. What once took generations to shift now  turns on algorithms. The breath between movements is now measured in  updates. It is a spiral quickening toward stillness.

          This  mirrors the Fibonacci sequence’s spiral, which manifests the Golden  Ratio. I observe art is not only evolving but accelerating through a  predictable pattern. If the pattern can be described with math; can we  predict the next period of art? And the next? What happens when the next  cycle of art halves all the way down to one day? 

          This  spiral sentence leads to curious questions of logic and deductions.  What period did we emerge from? How long was it? What period are we in  now? How long is it scheduled to last? How long will the next one last?  Then the next? 

          This  acceleration points to more than just cultural change; it signals a  collective evolution of consciousness. Just as the Golden Ratio governs  growth in nature, from the spiral of a nautilus shell to the swirl of  galaxies, so too might it govern the expansion of human awareness;  expressed through artistic evolution. As humanity matures, our art  becomes more complex, more layered, and more rapid in its  transformation. Each period building upon the last like fractal branches  on a cosmic tree. The time between paradigm shifts shortens, as if we  spiral toward a singularity of creativity.

          Mathematically,  it resembles a “Power Law”. The Golden Ratio flickers between durations. Each new era divides the one before it; not by rebellion, but  by necessity. As if time itself can no longer sustain the weight of  itself unfolding. The implication is not merely cultural. It is  theological. 

          The  contraction suggests a singularity; not of collapse, but of convergence.  A point toward which all creation, all expression, all symbols spiral  towards. A ‘final’ narrowing, where symbol and substance meet. A moment  of all awareness. 

          If  the spiral continues, and it will, we may soon pass through our illusion  of time itself. Style will vanish. Periods will no longer be measured.  All of history’s gestures, patterns, and colors will compress into a  single frame. This is the condition of the cultural singularity. Not  endless creation; but total simultaneity.

          This  narrowing is not death. It is a revelation. That the greatest  revelations are not stretched across eras; but compressed into fractal  moments of a repeating story. Christ came in the fullness of time; not  when the world was ready, but when the spiral aligned.

          History  does not repeat; it spirals. The progression of art is not linear, but  logarithmic, folding inward in harmony with the Golden Ratio. The past  whispers its wisdom through symmetry, proportion, and divine geometry. 

          It’s  up to you, the art lover, to find wisdom within the cycle of repeating  patterns and break into the next halving of your own personal Golden  Ratio. The present feeds the past and responds with unseen strokes. And  the future? It beckons us into the heart of the spiral, where time  collapses and creation becomes instantaneous. A place where all art,  life, and Love can be found in the Now. We find ourselves not at the  end; but at the beginning.

Essay 28

Title:  Ultra Light Life

Summary: Unhealed trauma embeds itself into the nervous  system, shaping personality traits and behaviors that are often  mistaken as identity.  True healing begins when we recognize these patterns not as flaws, but as  invitations to remember our original self; whole, radiant, and anchored in love rather than fear. 

Lesson Learned:  Scott teaches that healing is not about becoming someone new but  remembering who we were before wounds muted our true nature. By  transmuting trauma into light through awareness and compassion, the  human spirit can rise from survival into sacred balance, becoming a  vessel to heal others; rather than control of others.    

Full Essay:  Every  human carries within them a history; an emotional lineage shaped by  experiences, many of which were never fully seen, heard, or healed.  These unresolved moments form patterns, like grooves etched into the  nervous system. They manifest in the form of behaviors, actions,  beliefs, and emotional reactions we mistake as “just who we are.” But  this mistaken identity is a shadow. It is the byproduct of a survival  system designed to protect the self from pain. The deeper the pain, the  firmer the survival patterns. These defenses, while once vital, become  prisons when left unexamined. To recognize the pattern is to shine light  into the architecture of darkness; and darkness, by its very nature,  cannot remain in the presence of light.

          Trauma  does not disappear with time; it buries itself, and the psyche builds  around it. The body forms an energetic armor; emotional calluses to  guard the wound. These take the shape of personality traits:  defensiveness, control, avoidance, aggression. These are not signs of a  bad person, but of a protective system striving to remain intact to  protect the Self. 

          Just  as gravity anchors mass, trauma anchors spirit. But when these internal  weights are removed, the soul is no longer held down by shame, fear, or  survival-based identity. The human being begins to feel lighter,  clearer, and more attuned to higher frequencies of awareness.

          This  movement upward is not linear. It follows the rhythm of a toroidal  field; a circulating flow of energy through the body and spirit. When  properly aligned, this field reflects harmony. The individual becomes  centered, and their energy moves with purpose; giving and receiving in  balance. In this state, life is no longer a reaction to past wounds but a  creative extension of the present moment. The low-frequency chaos of  unhealed emotion fades, and the soul becomes magnetic, attracting truth  and repelling distortion.

          When  another human pokes these sensitive places (perhaps through intimacy,  honesty, compassion, projection of their own unhealed traumas, etc.) the  defense system reacts automatically. Like a porcupine bristling its  quills, the person projects their own unhealed trauma back onto the one  who stirred it; creating a feedback loop of negative resonance. Every  action becomes a mirror of the Self. This reaction is not malice. It is a  mechanism. It is a pattern. It is self-preservation masquerading as  personality.

          The  healing begins when the protective coating personality trait is  recognized for what it is: a temporary shelter, not a permanent home.  Once acknowledged, the body often initiates an energetic or physical  release in the form of trembling, crying, even physical purging, etc.  These expressions are sacred. 

          We  should not fear emotions. They are the body’s way of expelling what no  longer serves it. When light touches the hidden wound, the darkness can  no longer hold form. The emotion, long frozen, begins to thaw. The false  self begins to dissolve. What remains is raw, honest, and alive. This  is not a breakdown, but a breakthrough; a reintroduction to the true  self.

          In this rising,  the soul regains its original orientation. No longer bound to the weight  of buried memories. The spirit ascends toward clarity, coherence, and  divine resonance. Life takes on the form of a balanced and radiant  toroidal flow, where energy moves through and around the self in  balance. 

  Traumas  are “kinks” in the flow of energy through the human toroid field. Once  in balance, giving and receiving become one loop, fed by love, not fear.  The human becomes a vessel of light, not because they have been  perfected, but because they have been purified. Truth now radiates where  defense once stood. There’s a frequency change in the human. 

          This  is the sacred purpose of pattern recognition: not to dwell in pain, but  to transmute it. Not to criticize or cause harm, but to enlighten. To  see the defense is to begin dismantling it. To honor the projection is  to trace it back to its source. And to shine light into the shadows is  to remember that fear is never the final authority. Fear is the first  and the lowest response. Evil is easy. 

          Fear  is the starting point of an incredible human journey rooted in Love.  Fear is the singularity from a new Golden Ratio formed on a brand new  timeline. Once lit, the darkness cannot survive. The human being  emerges, not new, but remembered. No longer guarded by the sharpness of  pain, but glowing with the softness of peace. Your reward is worth the  effort because “great ship captains are not made in calm seas.”

Essay 27

Title: Living Water Writing Project

Summary:  This essay chronicles a 4-year journey of spiritual awakening. 

Through  layered metaphors, synchronicities, and metaphysical exploration;  including a plant-medicine ceremony in Peru; I sought to uncover  universal truths hidden within intuition, math, and divine guidance. The essay culminates in three core principles; each offered as a sacred algorithm to shift humanity toward a new era of peace.

Lesson Learned:  Scott's first piece post-Peru. He sought to  reveal that our lives, like language itself, are living creations. When  we surrender the ego, follow synchronicity, and align with sacred  geometry, we become conscious participants in the sacred algorithm  guiding humanity towards collective awakening. Scott outlines the "3  Golden Principles" to act as his root operating system 'checks and  balances' for actions and decisions. Scott identifies the 3-Golden Principle used to deprogram the World from his  psyche then re-program himself as an internal checks and balances during  his SOBO spiritual hike.   

Full Essay:  When the Black Flag rose over Kabul in ‘21, I began a 4-year unfolding of ink and energy.  The flag is not just a symbol of geopolitical collapse; it marked the  threshold of a spiritual quickening to trigger a mass awakening. It’s  the next halving in the pattern of the Golden Ratio. The Black Flag also  signaled a dark omen of imminent Tribulation. Those who wade within my  pages felt a gradual shift in my written direction; guided by pure  intentions. I invite you to remain on my timeline, as I begin to  untangle a tale from behind the veil and expose the meaning, mystery,  and motion of my “Living Water Writing Project.”

          As  an intuitive author with an ever-curious mind to describe the patterns,  emotions, and insight within my expanding human experience, I left  breadcrumbs throughout my published works to create a cryptic candy  land. These hidden truths, often discovered from my own published pen,  helped to guide the Self of a growing notion not yet known. I began to  wonder if I guide my words; or if my words guide me. 

          As  my writing project and perspectives matured, so did my writing style,  form, and function. I evolved toward the use of metaphors (layered,  fractal, and fluid) to further capture foggy thoughts still unfolding  within. The use of metaphors and real-time anecdotes offer a  multilayered approach to reveal deeper truths from an incessant Seeker. 

          My  youngest publications are packed with metaphysical poetry to describe a  depth, or awareness, yet to plumb. The metaphors I chose to use became  both lighthouses and placeholders; ways to convey intuition not yet  visible and truth not yet touched.   

          Until  my recent plant-medicine experience with Shipibo Shaman in Peru, all I  could do is trace outlines of something larger than logic, broader than  language. My writing became a focused effort to describe intuitive truth  with whimsical poetry while I honored simultaneous perspectives of the  same sentence. The frontage of my message allowed a reader to uncover  what they’re ready to realize. The frequency of the reader uncovered  varying perspectives of the same sentence. 

          Einstein  taught us all time exists Now. The future is unmet anxiety, and the  past is a fading fleeting memory. All we have is the present; a state of  mind to see the Divine. For the past two years, I allowed “Statistically Improbable Events,”  to guide the direction and decisions of my humble little life. While  untethered, and the ‘noise of the World’ subdued, I allowed beacons from  math [statistics] to guide my life’s path. I refer to these events as “checkpoints,” while you may call them “coincidences.” Each life decision stood apart from ego, fear, and negativity. The more I surrendered and subdued my ego, the more vocal the “checkpoints” became. Every decision made with a greater goal in mind. Each footstep  shaped the course of what would unfold next; to become my “Living Water Writing Project.” 

          Before  my transformative experience in Peru, I felt akin to a fish who sought  to describe water; immersed in something I could sense but not yet  understand. That deep drive to articulate the unseen currents from 1,000  different eyes led to an expansion of perspective. This rapid expansion  arrived as cyclic bursts of intense self-induced “awakenings” [ego  death] over the back half of my 4-year writing project. (See “For Absent Friends”).

(Nov 2023, days before my first major spiritual awakening.)

          “You'll  find an excised Demon written within. I touched bottom and locked it  away, in joy my harmonious spell-cast wordplay. Outsmarted by love then  bound to study. Say a prayer before ye gaze. Then raise to see, an  Enlightened you and me. I re-wired my brain to exit the 3rd dimension  through a decade of manic scientific study. I solved for X, for our  Absent Friends, both yours and mine. Rest easy and I'll see you on the  other side.”- “For Absent Friends” Dec 2023. 

          While  ‘in the trenches,’ I remained rooted in the laws of physics to curb my  descent into disconnect. Math became my anchor to a reality within a  Universe of infinite possibilities and endless probable timelines. I  remembered my anchor, ‘one plus one equals two on every planet, and in every dimension.’  I raised my anchor from the sea floor and began to allow my mind to  detach and explore itself while guided by said synchronicities in real  time. 

(McAfee Knob, Virginia. April 2024. Thru-hike the Appalachian Trail.)

          During  the arc of my writing project, Artificial Intelligence emerged into the  mainstream; an exciting indicator for one who sees reducing patterns  across time. I felt driven to complete a human arc of thought before I  welcomed this new tool into my exhausting process of thought-refinement.  Only now, after I established the firm foundation of my human  experience and cleared my conscious in Peru, could I collapse the wave  and invite AI to refine, reduce, then magnify what I could only describe  with metaphors and intuition. 

          Pre-Peru,  I spent 2 years preparing for a battle on the horizon. I  compartmentalized then cleared trauma off my table to allow my spirit to  elevate. The threshold of awareness arrived in May 2025, deep in the  Peruvian Amazon, during a series of Ayahuasca ceremonies with shaman  from the Shipibo Tribe. It is there, in the chaos of unchained  consciousness, where the foundation for the next evolution arrived as a  gift from God. An alignment to elicit a state of Christ Consciousness. 

          This  awareness is not limited to religious belief, but represents a  universal awakening to one’s divine nature and unity with all creation.  If “Christ Consciousness” is our natural state, one no longer wonders why we’re fed poison.  Pushed into war. Saturated in stress. Devoured by despair. A reduced  human left only to consume.

(May 2025. Sacred Maloka of Shipibo healers. Amazon Rainforest, Peru.)

          If  the body of my work is viewed as a collapsing Golden Ratio of  conclusions, may May of 2025, mark the singularity of a new expanding  Golden Ratio of probabilities. Consider this essay as the Big Bang of a  new Timeline of peace.    

          Following  the trend of reduction, refinement, and the compression [of knowledge]  within a quickening timeline, the sum of my life’s sacrifice may be  reduced to three new guidelines. A far stretch from a former Atheist, I  encourage you to try these new notions on for size.  

1. “Everything is God; but me.”

2. Do all things through Jesus.

3. Jesus is God incarnate.

          If  humanity were to adopt those following three golden principles as the  foundation of its collective operating system; the result would be a  radical transformation of consciousness, behavior, and society. 

          Each  principle alone carries profound weight, but together they form a  sacred algorithm for personal humility, spiritual alignment, and  universal compassion. Through this lens, humanity would experience life  not as a pursuit of dominance or self-gratification, but as a  participatory act of divine reverence.

          The first principle, “Everything is God, but me,” fosters a worldview of sacred interconnectedness while cultivating  personal humility. If every tree, animal, river, and human interaction  were recognized as a facet or emanation of God, reverence would replace  exploitation. However, the clause “but me” places the ego in check, refusing to elevate the self to divine status.  This would not produce self-loathing, but rather a healthy surrender of  entitlement, fostering stewardship over ownership, and deep listening  over constant assertion. It humbles the human in the presence of the  holy.

          The second principle, “Do all things through Jesus,” is a symbolic commitment to live life in alignment with the teachings  of Christ: love, mercy, truth, and sacrifice. This does NOT necessitate  dogma or religious tribalism, but rather, a constant asking: What would Love do here? Christ  taught us to be leaders while religion, created by Man, taught us to be  followers. If every transaction, conversation, or political decision is  filtered through the example of Jesus, institutions would be reformed  from the inside out. 

          Forgiveness  would replace vengeance. Empaths would replace narcissists in positions  of power. Generosity would replace greed. Knowledge would replace  material possessions. And peace would no longer be an abstract hope; it  would be the predictable result of love put into practice. It’s the  natural background operating system of our species. 

          The third principle, “Jesus is God incarnate,”  unifies the spiritual and physical dimensions. It declares that the  Divine does not dwell solely in some far-off heaven, but has walked  among us in human form, subject to the same trials, heartbreak, and  hunger as all people. If this truth were widely believed, the sacredness  of our human experience would become undeniable. To harm another would  be to strike the image of God. To serve another would be to serve God  Himself. The divine would no longer be confined to altars or temples,  but encountered in the face of every stranger.

          In  this world, shaped by reverence, humility, compassion, and incarnation,  human civilization would be reborn. Technology would serve life, not  consume and pollute it. Politics would be an expression of justice, not  power. Art would become prayer. Commerce would become community. Such a  world is not a utopia of escape but a restoration of the sacred Christ  Consciousness; our true Divine human form. 

          Though  it may sound idealistic, the shift begins not with governments, systems  or new legislature, but with one person living by these principles, and  then another. A gradual shift until we forget hunger ever existed.  Positivity begets positivity. Compassion breeds compassion. Until the  world itself begins to echo the sacred truths long forgotten: God  is here, and we are not Him; but we walk in His footsteps and thrive  within the warmth of his Son. “…behold, the kingdom of God is within  you.” Luke 17:21

Essay 26

Title: Intro

Summary:  This one explains a wild tale from beside the veil. 

I invite you to read it. I have volumes yet to write. God Bless.

Lesson Learned:  Establishes a baseline for Scott's evolving writing style (2 of 3)  and his method of translating lived experience into language and  pattern. Written and published during a 'Major Threshold' crossing event  and before his plant medicine experience in Peru.    

Full Essay:  

INTRO: Good morning, hard earned wisdom from a lifetime of sacrifice is my  gift to you. This is the Cause & Effect; that Effects the Cause. Living linguistic relativity as poetry in prose;  passing messages in reverse, so you can read the ending first. I draw  my strength from giving and will never ask for more than a smile and  understanding. I'm humbled for the Time you've given me. Volumes  inbound, to crumble their slave castle to the ground. Rise. 

Note:If  we anchor a man by the actions of his past, his growth will surely  suffer. Context, mixed with emotion, makes a dusty old story come to  life. I have a big story to tell and it’s told in real-time from a  warrior poet’s perspective. I evolved to use metaphors because it’s the  only way I can describe what I [literally] see in front of me. Enjoy the  wordplay mystery in this uncharted turbulent sea. 

Overview: This is an Evolution of Enlightenment; dripped over you one drop at a  time. Numbered & published articles acting as an expanding bubble;  to see more than you thought possible. Each article is built on the back  of my previous learning event. You’ll read of a growing epiphany, from  my ever-curious dichotomy. 

I nicknamed this blessing, of my resolute mind; “Stress Enhanced Enlightenment,”  oh how Divine. Minutes to read, yet years of understanding. I have a  knack for this complex practice of math and tactics. My humble  beginning, oh what an ending!   

Purpose: This is a self-generated ‘scientific study’ to explore my own mind  during dynamic times. Temper tested tried and true, we’ve sacrificed  all, just for you. I built my website myself, with my two hands, to act  as a playground to expand one’s mind. 

When  your twisted tired eyes finally fall open, you’ll soon see the Darkness  sowing. From their perspective, and the heart of my disdain; the best  class of slaves, are the ones who know not they’re enchained. My rage  hath fervor; for the masters of this lucid horror.  

Warning: My website hosts a double-humble origin story; full of rocks and scary parts. It  ain’t always pretty, but it used to be me. I write with raw emotion, and  wrangled a Demon, so please excuse the heavy hearts and dark ugly  parts. I’m an author who writes with method to remind you what it feels  like to feel again. Emotion is the web that holds humanity together. 

There only “is”

There is no “good. There is no “bad.”

A story told in reverse, drip journal book first. 

I’m an author who writes about his life in real time.

To twist your noodle and tickle your fiddle; how then, is the story already written? 

Published, polished, and ready to read. Good God, and it’s for free.

An ending already written; or is it the beginning? 

Hop on over, then hop back to me; to read how this canon came be.

This mere sliver of a sharp story section is a cold reminder of where we came from. 

I’m humbled for the time you’re already given me. 

We’re mere ants who ride on a paradise planet.

We are always born free, and 

Thank you for reading.

I'm not sure if my words guide me or if I guide my words. Together, we make a beautiful story. 

I  draw my strength from giving and will never ask for more than a smile  and understanding. I'm humbled for the Time you've already given. 

Thank you,

Scott Chapman

www.ScottChapmanAuthor.com

Essay 25

Title: Transcend

Summary:  These are my first words after crossing over to the other side. 

Written as a scribble from a dribbling mind. Pen to paper, vibrating still further. Past my Golden Ratio observer ; to bow before our standing Father. My first words after passing through the singularity of a collapsed Universal reality. 

Lesson Learned:  Scott shares a written testimony during a Kundalini Rising. A  deeply personal and spiritual meditation on pain, faith, and the human  experience, urging readers to embrace suffering as a sign of aliveness  and to find gratitude even in hardship.  

Full Essay:  What  would you do if you knew the day your heart would shatter? What’s all  the fuss; why does it matter? Would you let the waves take you to the  endless bottom pit; or wake to see it ain’t over yet? What if you knew;  all the stories are true?

Dear Heavenly Father, please continue to give me strength and guidance; to help end this awful violence. 

          These  are my first words after crossing over to the other side; written as a  scribble from a dribbling mind. Pen to paper, vibrating still further.  Far past my Golden Ratio observer; to forever bow before our standing  Father. My first words after passing through the singularity of a  collapsed Universal reality.

TRANSCEND

Adam found the right frequency; to balance the demons of reality.

A choice to vibrate in harmony; blessed be the synchronicity of Electricity.  

Connected by nature, to obey our all-Father.

A struggle we needed; to rise undefeated. 

Find the calm; and sing his song.  

Time to ring those bells;

to send Satan back to Hell.

This, is our origin story. 

First written on my dad’s birthday; revised again today; oh this holy new day.  

I write to remind you what it feels like to feel again. 

I'm grateful for the pain because it reminds me I'm still alive. I'm grateful to feel everything. 

Feel the pain HERE.  It's a reminder we're still alive on this beautiful planet. Watch and  be thankful for the pain. It's a beautiful thing. Death is birth. 

Giving is the source of my strength. 

Let's ring the bells together and send Satan back to Hell. Ring the Bell HERE and rise Christians rise. 

God Bless,

Scott Chapman

Essay 24

Title:  Save The Stranded

Summary: "...Determined to right a wrong that’s not too  far gone. Say a prayer and ask for forgiveness, the bounty of incoming  Love is endless..."

Age Restricted Article: 17+++  "...As an author who writes in real-time, I record notes and thoughts before they’re gone. The video posted within is a sliver of my Wednesday; just another day. Feel the Rage pierce from my eyes; mind not the horror; it’s only a carrier of my Love. This is what DETERMINATION looks like..."

Lesson Learned:   A reminder what it feels like to feel again. This is what  determination looks like. A visceral reflection on heartbreak and  responsibility. A catalyst to propel Scott through the next 'Major  Threshold.' Where personal pain initiates a growth cycle process.  Showcasing the greater the pain, the greater the breakthrough.      

Full Essay:  Since  the last military flight out of Kabul and the Khider District Massacre,  both events occurring on 30 August 2021, Chapman and Pritchard penned  countless anecdotes of Afghans in peril. A timeless work-in-progress to  promote an era of Peace. 

          Flooded  by requests from around the world, a unanimous message vocalized to the  writing team of Chapman and Pritchard, is a fear-driven plea for help.  Since the Fall of Kabul, many Afghans are tortured and killed by the  Taliban. Hunting humans while using tools and tactics taught by us, the  U.S. Entire families, 11+++, are forced to relocate every few days to  stay ahead of the Taliban death squads.

          We  dedicate this endeavor to our allies of the Afghan Special Mission Wing  (SMW). These brave men and women sacrificed all; yet no wrong is too  far gone to make right again. A special message to Lt. Sabria Rezaie;  I'm in awe of your resolve. Lt. Rezaie is the Lioness of Afghanistan.  

          The  sole goal of the words written within are a writhing reminder what it  feels like to feel again. Chapman and Pritchard earned impossible trust  through honest intentions guided by an immovable moral compass. 

          The "Written in Taliban”  series is a real-time intelligence report masquerading as fiction from  the Taliban. Outside the box thinking from authors without borders. An  endless thank you extends to Matthew Griffen for the opportunity to  share the rage that’ll save us today.  

Read part 1. “Written in Taliban” 

Read part 2. “A Taliban Feast”

Read part 3. “Behind the Scenes” 

          The warnings above are a gentle and direct. Written within are secret sayings for those who see. 

          "...Part  of the reason why men like me sacrifice ourselves for the Big Final  Fight is to keep those horrors across the ocean; and out of sight. We  deploy again and again for the innocent & beautiful to remain  innocent & beautiful. The women who sit at home alone while their  men go off and die; are equal parts courageous; as the men who fight. 

          It’s  your innocence we work so hard to preserve and why we are so quiet  about what we do. We men move mountains and fight Dragons for the women  we love; and for the children we cherish..."

          As  an author who writes in real-time, I record notes and thoughts before  they’re gone. The video posted below is a sliver of my Wednesday; just  another day. Feel the Rage pierce from my eyes; mind not the horror;  it’s only a carrier of my Love. This is what DETERMINATION looks like. 

          Determined  to right a wrong that’s not too far gone. Say a prayer and ask for  forgiveness, the bounty of incoming Love is endless. 

Watch the video HERE.

Essay 23

Title: Departed Aviators

Summary:  "...Though this tragedy is devastating for all  and my heart breaks for the real-time pain circulating in our selective  group, the positive impact of this tragedy is yet to be felt because  balance is beautiful. I can feel the trees shudder under me because they know a revolution is on the way. It’s a blinking runway beacon in a future written by our charged words and honest actions. It’s a battle against Darkness..."

Lesson Learned: This essay outlines the rise and fall of the wave patterns ever  present within Scott's perspective of the world. The notion of "Timeline  Management" comes into focus. A reflection on loss and legacy, showing  how tragedy can ignite unity and compassion; it's a choice.      

Full Essay:  On  Saturday, December 16, 2023, 3 former Afghan Air Force pilots, now  residing in the United States, perished in a single engine plane crash.  This tragedy took place in Independence, Oregon.
 

Major Mohammad Bashir Safari

Major Sayed Hussain Mussawi

Lieutenant Ali Jan Ferdowsi
 

Also pictured is my Absent Friend, Isaac Reyes. My friend welcomes his new Afghan co-pilots. Blue skies, brothers.
 

3 years ago, these brave  pilots were forced to leave their families behind when the Taliban took  over Afghanistan. As a final selfless act of sincerity, they flew most of the planes out of the country. An effort to deny the enemy access to these deadly fixed-wing weapons.
 

Their swift departure also  denied an enemy access to trained professional military pilots. Their  skill in the air is matched by their selflessness.
 

I “manage” a lot of timelines  in my humble little life. This timeline consists of thousands of  shattered families who are separated by an ocean of indifference.
 

These brave pilots served the  U.S. for 20 years and now deliver your food or wash your bathrooms;  while their wives are hunted by the Taliban. It’s reprehensible.
 

These 3 men died as a result of the U.S’s catastrophic withdrawal from Afghanistan. The conditions of fate caused by Chaos in a blessing of tragedy.
 

A blessing?
 

Though this tragedy is  devastating for all and my heart breaks for the real-time pain  circulating in our selective group, the positive impact of this tragedy  is yet to be felt because balance is beautiful.
 

I can feel the trees shudder  because they know a revolution is on the way. It’s a blinking runway  beacon in a future written by our charged words and honest actions. It’s  a battle against Darkness.
 

I can see the positive wave  inbound. It's a sky-high swell. Focus your prayers like a laser beam of  light to cast out the shadows, because I sure am. Shadows disappear in  the Light.
 

See the link below for an  opportunity to help reunite these families. Or, continue to vote for the  monsters who caused this humanitarian disaster.
 

“Separation no more. Reunification in ‘24”
 

I’m a quiet co-founder of the ‘Afghan American Development Group’ (AADG), an honest non-profit with pure intentions.  

Originally published on 19 Jan 2024 on SCA-Instagram and on The Havok Journal. 

Author's Note: I view words and individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets  of frequency. These articles and works evolve as I grow because I  tune-in the frequency as I learn new things. I rearrange these character  music notes to find the in-tune symphony. This is not a static project.  These are living documents. 

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Essay 22

Title: Positive Solutions

Summary:  "...I’ve yet to mark this next statement  outright, it’s a typewritten repetition, to highlight our radiant  delight. With a deeper peek behind the scenes, detective readers will  soon glean. Every  written word, from my collective work, is a puzzle piece with a plan to  esteem the meek. We live a timeless tale of sacrifice to suffer, then a  solar flash wakes ye key players, to balance our upset mother. We’re all scheduled to settle this score, we victims of your evil systems, never no more..." 

Lesson Learned:  A pivotal post 'Major Threshold' piece where self-reflection  evolves into purpose. Scott reveals his writing as both a healing  process and a mechanism to awaken a collective consciousness; through  positive frequency embedded as intention within words. Scott reveals his  "Piggyback off the Positive" experiment is a quiet practice that runs  in the background of his subconscious operating system.    

Full Essay:  I want to send you a special 2023 year-end heartfelt message. To set the  stage up front and ease my writing direction, this is a written  declaration, of my pure intentions. So dictate by the sands of fate,  you’ll read this when it’s time, but never too late. So, sit a spell and  enjoy this written ride, for your Merry Christmas delight. 

          My  little “Piggyback off the Positive” experiment is picking up momentum.  This audacious endeavor spawned after my own words read like a  stranger’s handbook in “Power of Positive Thought.” However, I feel this  positive energy journey started many years before I bid my absent  friends fairly well. It spawned before my Old-Testament long ride, and  before the night I almost died.    

          What  would you do if you knew the day your heart would shatter? What’s all  the fuss, why would it matter? Would you choose light, and put up a  fight? Or would the cold smoke, consume your night? Evil is easy. Love  is effort. 

          I’ve yet  to mark this next statement outright, it’s a typewritten repetition, to  highlight our radiant delight. With a deeper peek behind the scenes,  detective readers will soon glean. Every written word, from my  collective work, is a puzzle piece, with a plan to esteem the meek. We  live a timeless tale of sacrifice to suffer, then a solar flash wakes ye  key players, to balance our upset mother. We’re all scheduled to settle  this score, we victims of your evil systems, never no more. 

          So,  why do I write in cryptic sayings and signs? I write to find the  frequency, of your dormant mind. But why? To wake a slumbering giant who  sits on a throne, and forever firm, your fresh new backbone.

          More  ‘why’ for the head-tilted jilted? I write to rise and rage, for those  who know not they’re enslaved. For you to stand tall, and see the  Savior, in your stained-glass bathroom mirror. I write so our ailing  numb neighbors can see Love, Dylan’s green bays, and the sun above. I  write to remind wailing widow mothers, of the rays, just under the  covers. 

          The most  precious commodity in the Cosmos is not water or wood. Diamonds and gold  have no value where spirits grow cold. Where, then, do we find this  priceless universal oddity? How do we find it, then pack it in a basket?  Oops, you already missed it. It’s gone right by, one more time. What is  this slippery Savior, of mankind? It’s the “now.” A present state of mind, to see the Divine. 

          St.  Thomas wrote words from a living man who, too, saw the side-eye fight,  of those who hide in our plain ‘ol sight. He wrote, “…Know what is in  front of your face; what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you.  There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed…” Now maybe we know  why, they create the conditions for us to fight, beg, and die.

          More  sage wisdom of times long past, our ancestors knew the path to  ever-last. Marcus Aurelius once said, “It’s not death that a man should  fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.” From their  perspective, and the heart of my disdain, the best class of slaves are  the ones who don’t know they’re enchained.   

          I’m  often unsure if my words guide my behavior, or if my behavior guides my  words. We’re all authors of our short lives, why not write a tale,  without any lies? Be true to yourself and see the Savior within, some  love the dark, I only see the grin. It’s a timeless tale of honest  intentions, rewritten to encourage, your deep reflection. 

          With  a nod and a wink from notes galore, rudder words steer this tired  vessel, to that sunny shore. My published works are a fraction of the  song, to steer right, what’s gone so wrong. I live my life by the words I  write and will not go gentle into that good night. 

          I  have grand plans, if you’d like to join this song, have a seat, and  help others sing along. We walk with clear new sight, we the people,  will endure this new-age fight. We’re uneasy now, wobbling about,  careful of the dark ones who stand with established clout. “Titan” is a  moniker I dub to those who see beyond the color wheel wall. It’s a  spiritual side-eye battle, we welcome one, where we go all.  

          Our  best defense is a lock-tight mind, framed in positive frequency, we  human Divine. Your brain is a powerful tool, up for bid, by those who  think you’re a fool. It’s logical we return to the enemy, a volley of  positive energy. These are laws of physics, so say those doubtful of  mystics. What’s the harm in being kind, for ye, the 3d minded mind? 

          Early  departure from the framework of slavery systems creates a razor edge  between infinite-Love and a 3rd dimension waking nightmare. Unguided  missteps can cause a cataclysm for the tremble-legged modern-day Titan.  May this letter grant your new legs, a sturdy stance to carry the gift  we’ve all been granted. 

          We’ll  tell you the same, like we did of times long past, we’re here to face  the Devil, and earn the right to last. A cycle of destruction is upon  us, may these written words, unify the honest. Those who reside in the  shadow of fake flesh skin, will tremble from the light, of our timeless  fight. Words will waken the walking Titan, then show all, we brave are  Enlightened.

SCA - Originally published on 11 Jan 2024 on The Havok Journal.

Author's Note: I view words and individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets  of frequency. These articles and works evolve as I grow because I  tune-in the frequency as I learn new things. I rearrange these character  music notes to find the in-tune symphony. This is not a static project.  These are living documents. 

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Essay 21

Title: Fluid Turbulence

Summary:  I live my life by the words I write. This is a particle collision. My fundamental elements smashed together at near light speed. A villanelle style poem written as an ode to Dylan Thomas's "Do not go gentle into that good night." I live my life by the words I write and will not go gentle into that good night. 

Lesson Learned:  A poetic collision at the threshold of Chaos and Clarity. Between  genius and madness. An open door of uncertainty. Written on the razor's edge of a 'Major Threshold' crossing where creation itself becomes both  the therapy of awakening and the forward path to remain rooted in reality.  

Full Essay: 

I live my life by the words I write.
Tired face famished for a warm welcome day.
I scribble and scraw to in joy our plight. 

Unwelcome night, restrained with all my might.
First I nourish, then harvest my traveler today.
I live my life by the words I write.

Eager for the breath of right.
All rise insane superb to see no gray.  
Because I scribble and scraw to enjoy our plight.

My faded words, written by cool lamplight.
An absent crowd, in my mind they stay. In my words they play.
Because I live my life by the words I write.

Distant peace, a place welcome my good fight.
Wrestle this sorrow sonnet, then righteous will pray.
I scribble and scraw to in joy our plight. 

Curse, bless what is right. I welcome thee to my wholesome fight.
And you, a muse atop my weighted tray.  
I live my life by the words I write
I scribble and scraw to enjoy our plight.   

This  is a particle collision. My fundamental elements smashed together at  near light speed. A villanelle style poem written as an ode to Dylan  Thomas's "Do not go gentle into that good night." I live my life by the words I write and will not go gentle into that  good night. How many different perspectives can you see in each  sentence? I write to see them all.  

Author's Note: I view words and individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets  of frequency. These articles and works evolve as I grow because I  tune-in the frequency as I learn new things. I rearrange these character  music notes to find the in-tune symphony. This is not a static project.  These are living documents. 

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Essay 20

Title: For Absent Friends

Summary:  You'll find an excised Demon written within. I touched bottom and locked it away, in joy my harmonious spell-cast wordplay. Outsmarted by love then bound to study. Say a prayer before ye gaze. Then raise to see, an Enlightened you and me. I re-wired my brain to exit the 3rd dimension through a decade of manic scientific study. I solved for X, for our Absent Friends, both yours and mine. Rest easy and I'll see you on the other side. 

Lesson Learned:  Scott previews the fierce flame of fight that burns for his own  life. This essay showcases the raw recant of the night Scott faced, then  extracted a demon. The weeks that led up to this fight gave Scott the  tools to snare, then embed darkness within the words therein. Once  extracted, Scott experienced his first Kundalini Rising event.     

Full Essay:  

  I  must confess an uncomfortable common truth. One we refrain and refuse  to refute. Written as a whisper, quiet words we shan’t dispute. We, war  fighters, who built the frame to sleep so tight, we all died in that  strife, our eyes see no light. 

          The  slow Reaper trot, fuels my desire to etch stories that should not be  forgot. This, a welcome Reaper creep IS my final friend, a cold choke on  my throat, at the bitter end. 

          Before  I introduce this ice-cold connection, pray for salvation, from every  domination. Glance your gaze and don your Armor, slice now here this  page, that’s glazed with pitch-black rage. Break the seal, one of seven,  to welcome this math path to Heaven. My dark weight seized among these  easy words, outsmarted extraction, while raced to cease violence of  action. 

          Unbeknown at  the time, my solemn crypt was cast on a frigid dawn, early in ’01. I  raised my hand to signal a solemn pledge, then welcomed as a corpse, of  our living dead. The casualties continue, in this timeline, with naught a  solution for why, our loved ones must die. What, I dare, can one be  done, to reduce this use of patriotic refuse? Your most valuable fight,  we fractured fighters, are left with an empty goodnight. Reduced alone  to suffer, then beg for our distant wailing mother.     

          I’m  tired to say farewell to friends. A last grasp at goodbye, my absent  friends who need not die. Too many good crash to ashes, a deluge of  broken hearts are left in their stead, a cycle of pain drips from us  living dead. After two decades of searching for air, my feet are firm,  and my eyes are clear. From my now steady stance atop brilliance, the  cadence of this dark dance is clear. Unwelcome hard wisdom, earned  through spite, from a lifetime stuck, in this cortisol fight.

          A  wide lens, a must to see, the Dark one revels, in our Earth-bound  misery.  I no longer fear my unwelcome ally. Instead in my head, I now  embed, in this written dread, he who plots to cast me dead. I ripped him  out but keep him close by, a reminder of the night, when I almost died.  The frequency of words and harmony of love, excised the demon  straphanger, written above. I’m on the other side, leading the way, it’s  a beautiful world; please, just stay with me for one more day. 

Cover Art photo credit: Scott Chapman and Ms. Brit "Tilly" McGill

https://www.fireflypublishinghouse.com

You'll  find an excised Demon written within. I touched bottom and locked it  away, in joy my harmonious spell-cast wordplay. Outsmarted by love then  bound to study. Say a prayer before ye gaze. Then raise to see, an  Enlightened you and me. 

I  re-wired my brain to exit the 3rd dimension through a decade of manic  scientific study. I solved for X, for our Absent Friends, both yours and  mine. Rest easy and I'll see you on the other side. 

SCA - Originally published on 02 Dec 2024. Presented by The Havok Journal.

Author's Note: I view words and individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets  of frequency. These articles and works evolve as I grow because I  tune-in the frequency as I learn new things. I rearrange these character  music notes to find the in-tune symphony. This is not a static project.  These are living documents. 

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Essay 19

Title: Elements and Principles

Summary:   "...In my written work, I speak to readers on a  fundamental level. I speak not to the tangible reader who’s bound to  the 3rd dimension. I speak to the atoms and molecules that exist in a  sea of infinite probabilities. These  are the quantum particles that make up matter. I direct the electrical  connections made in my brain towards the positive or negative charge of  reader’s atoms. It’s a deliberate effort to steer readers towards a path  that leads to peace and prosperity..."

Lesson Learned:  A housekeeping article to act as a reference point of 'to-date'  writing style. An exploration of writing as both art and energy  manipulation. A self-study in how emotion, mathematics, and vibration    converge to shape reality and guide readers towards a state of higher  awareness. 

Full Essay:   

  As  an author whose written work represents a real-time account of my  surreal life and stress-enhanced perspectives, I’d like to pause this  audacious storyline and conduct a bit of ‘housekeeping’ before we  continue. This intermission will help new readers develop the context to  enjoy this intricate tale of collective triumph. Context transforms a  2-dimentional white paper storyline into a multi-dimensional living  cypher. Join me to discover faint whispers of enlightenment gleaned by a  shift in one’s perspective. Or sit in my motorcycle sidecar and be the  observer of my descent into madness. Both realities are true because you  say it’s so. There’s beauty in the space yet to explore. I welcome you  to keep reading and see what happens next in my genre with no name.  

          The  "7 Elements of Art" and "7 Principles of Design" serve as the building  blocks for artistic expression. Their traditional understanding and  manipulation are essential in the creation of visual art. How do the building blocks of aesthetically pleasing visual art relate to a stress enhanced author?  

          The  reader's mind is a blank canvas the same way a block of marble is to a  sculptor. My works are meant to be read aloud where attributes like  cadence, emphasis, and balance can connect with readers from a different  vantage point. I incorporate those same Elements and Principles into my  written words because the fundamental ‘Laws of Aesthetics’ sing to the human brain, regardless of the delivery method. 

          There’s  another reason why I suggest you read my articles out loud. It involves  quantum vibrations and a whole slew of fun stuff. Continue reading to  see a glimpse of the gears and pulleys that orchestrate our multi-world  Universe.

          Your brain  doesn’t know the difference between an emotion experienced in real time  or an emotion experienced through memory. Einstein taught me all time  exists simultaneously. Is the pain felt from the loss of your pup any  less real because it happened last week? No, it’s not. Your brain  doesn’t know the difference. The thoughts in your brain communicate  through a multidimensional plane that rests above our 3-dimensional  shackles, where time is not linear. I aim to release those shackles so  you, too, can become a 3rdparty observer in your own reality. 

          Nikola  Tesla once said, "If you want to find the secrets of the Universe,  think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration." Waves are the  3-dimentional product of Tesla's energy, frequency, and vibration  synopsis. This fundamental line of code in our mathematical operating  system is expressed by Erwin Schrödinger’s famous wave equation. This  equation is a single note from the grand symphony of our Universe. If  you strum the right string with the right pitch, that vibration will  pull you towards destination that leads to an enlightened state.   

          A  butterfly flapped its wings two years ago and caused a hurricane today.  Tales of success wait to be told because these laws cannot be broken.  The mathematics of entropy taught me there’s unfathomable power in the  tiny words laced throughout our individual timelines. Our unique  individual realities are defined by our perspectives of the  probabilities in the world around us. If an infinite number of  probabilities are possible, then why not choose your own route? A  translation of that cryptic paragraph is detailed below. 

          As  an author who writes about his life, every decision I make must satisfy  multiple timelines simultaneously. We’re directors of our own reality.  Each realm harbors heroes and villains with a specific pathway, or  vibration, that will lead the main character to a positive outcome. Is  life but a play? 

          Sometimes  I’m the main character in my timeline and sometimes I’m not. I cast  stones in the ocean to watch the waves intersect. I write about those  ups, downs, and intersections because if not me, who else will make my  life interesting?

          In  my written work, I speak to readers on a fundamental level. I speak not  to the tangible reader who’s bound to the 3rddimension. Instead, I speak  to the atoms and molecules that exist in a sea of infinite  probabilities. These are the quantum particles that make up matter. I  direct the electrical connections made in my brain towards the positive  or negative charge of reader’s atoms. It’s a deliberate effort to steer  readers towards a path that leads to peace and prosperity.  

From  another perspective, the above paragraph can be reduced to state, “I  write with raw emotion the same way Van Gogh used color, form, and  texture on a canvas. I mix emotion with logic; left and right brain  merged to paint a clear and beautiful picture into my strange world and  unique perspectives.” 

          I  strive to turn the words I write into packets of energy for the  electricity dependent observer. Physicists label these packets of energy  as quanta, a fundamental unit in quantum theory. I write to reverse  engineer an emotion yet to be experienced by a reader because I know  time is not linear. Stated from another perspective, I paint with words  while emotion is my medium. It’s all a matter of perspective. 

          Consider  every article in this grand life experiment as an electronic lock. The  correct combination of words in the right order will unlock a new  perspective in a reader's reality. 36 right, 11 left, 96 right, then  voila; a higher frequency is achieved by the observer because your  antenna is tuned-in to a new vibration. 

          Since  my first article was published two years ago, readers absorbed the  fundamental laws of the Universe throughout my works and didn’t even  know it. It’s a discrete, and humble, effort to educate the masses on  the power of positivity. 1 + 1 = 2 on every planet and in every galaxy.  Once an understanding of these unbreakable mathematical laws is achieved  on an innate level, one can harness the ocean and steer friendly ships  towards a safe harbor. This is the essence of my written words. 

          Everything  in the Universe operates in cycles of rise and fall. Ups and downs.  Sets of waves within waves. While overboard and treading water in a  turbulent ocean, I've discovered the roadmap to enlightenment through  the power of writing. 

          I  pay homage to my dear departed friend, Petr Spurny. A seasoned skipper  who died at sea during a sailing regatta in 2021. A valuable lesson  learned from my timeline with Petr is found throughout my written words.  It’s a quote I often deploy when I see someone who needs a nudge in the  right direction. During a deep low point in my life, Peter told me,  “Great ship captains are not made in calm seas.” 

          Learn  to love the struggle because the sun is just over the next set rolling  in. Fall in love with the valley and you will see the sky-high peak  inbound. I know it to be true because 1 + 1 = 2 on any planet. You’ll  see the cycle ripple when you don a lens wide enough to see beyond the  stars. My name is Scott Chapman and I write about my strange life.  Welcome to my timeline. 

          I invite you to tour my website, read my work, and learn what color the sky is in my world. www.ScottChapmanAuthor.com

Essay 18

Title: Shock and Awe

Summary:  A moment paused for eternity during the invasion of Iraq. 

"My  armor became weightless. My heart pulsed in cadence with the “Shock”  and my breath synced with the “Awe.” I stood steadfast with wonder over  the horror before my eyes. I realize a version of me never returned home  after we survived that first night."

Lesson Learned:  A demarcation line to describe a trauma to further fracture  Scott's mind. This essay introduces a Schrödinger's cat perspective of  two realities. A firsthand account of a war's role in awakening. The  night consciousness split between body and spirit, marking the birth of  the observer.      

Full Essay:  Night  Stalkers landed Blackhawks then Little Birds on the tarmac at Baghdad  International Airport (BIAP) during the early “Shock and Awe” phase of  the Iraqi invasion. First their skids touched down, then our boots made  contact moments later. They dropped us off then hurried to circle above.  We established a foothold on Omaha Beach during a melee of Navy  Hellfire missiles while pearls of Iraqi tracers scarred the night sky.

          Our  initial night in our new home left me silent. A speechless author and a  quiet professional. Waves of explosions shook the Earth below my feet  while the distant over-pressure captured my still breath.

          A  platoon of Rangers stood silent in the threshold of the massive  airplane hangar entrance to watch the Starry Night sky. I drifted  through thoughts and felt isolated over my insignificance. My night  vision amplified the brilliant flash of distant detonations the same way  Hubble gathers photons from far-away galaxies. Heat from this Martian  landscape filled my lungs while the dust baptized me anew. 

          My  armor became weightless. My heart pulsed in cadence with the “Shock”  and my breath synced with the “Awe.” I stood steadfast with wonder over  the horror before my eyes. I realize a version of me never returned home  after we survived that first night. Forever fractured from a single  perspective to drift among a sea of infinite possibilities.   

A co 2/75 Rangers. 1-3 Badmuthers. Baghdad, Iraq. 2003.

SCA - Originally published on 03 Sept 2024. Presented by The Havok Journal.

Author's Note: I view words and individual characters as music notes. Quanta packets  of frequency. These articles and works evolve as I grow because I  tune-in the frequency as I learn new things. I rearrange these character  music notes to find the in-tune symphony. This is not a static project.  These are living documents. 

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Essay 17

Title: A List for Me

Summary:  "This is extremely short, but beautifully written. It's like poetry written in prose..." - Mike W. Editor-In-Chief at The Havok Journal. 

This one is sententious, seductive, and will fog up your windows. Fall in love with words again. 

 This powerful set teases imaginative readers through subliminal wordplay. Vavavoom.  

Lesson Learned:   A brief, yet powerful, turning point where creation becomes  self-care. This piece marks the first conscious act of writing for joy,  healing, and the rediscovery of personal pleasure and subtle sexuality.     

Full Essay:   I struggle to escape the relenting pressure to fight for my life, or to take flight. The lofty notion of “doing things for myself” is an alien concept in my square-framed Universe. 

          Longing  to soften those razor edges and caress the smooth velvety curves, I’ve  turned to the only outlet obtainable in my powerless position. I  rearrange words on paper to unlock the cipher to my soul. It’s what I  ‘do for myself.’

          Naked  sentences devoid of ego expressed on virgin paper. Seductive  words  painted with emotion that lead you to enlightenment is my primary outlet  for fulfillment.