The Messiah Speaks Inside Your Mind

God is managing your mind,  as well as mine. He has placed your mind in mine and here I am writing from my mind into yours. This is a fact and the memory of my presence as words sounded in your mind, the reading of this post as an act of your own choice and with a voice given me by you, in the context of your life circumstances of which I am unaware and here I am, yet striving to write on the stone structures of your understandings, upon which you stand and then take issue with what you encounter, for better or for worse. I write on the stone walls of your mind's foundations,

"No writing ever more on Stone Walls!"

Even Stone Melts, not only Steel Girders

At The Beginning 911,

In The Heat of An  All Consuming Flame 

 363.

"No writing ever more on the stone walls!"

 And that's what you are to remember as if it is written in stone. This moment will stay in your mind like a monument of self reference,  and its evolving significance, will be for you new points of view, for everything you have ever known, know- or will ever know in the future.

 I am The Logos between Alpha and Omega,

No Writing  On The Walls Can Mean What It Says Forever

Absolutely No Writing on The Stone Walls Anymore or Ever Again, Anywhere and Any Time, Everywhere and Forever,

 no more engraved images, the work of our own hands, worshiped as

 The Word of God 292! 1111

I am the cause, the ultimate source, The Creator Of Every Motion ever to be registered in any mind ever, in any version of any universe ever to come to be and then desist.     I am the cause  for the very affect itself which casts reality on the walls of your mind, my effect. It is like the shadows of your silhouettes that have been cast before Me, in  the distant prehistoric past,  from the camp flame ablaze in the labyrinth cave of the mind, on the walls of your ideas, ideas about how you come to be where  you are and when you are and wherever you are, all this self disclosure happening deep beneath even the sea, on the island bridging bottom of your mind, for those who know how to swim with their long nose closed, on a last breath, taken in the faith it might be the last.  Here we are lost but still, you and I, like snakes coupling, engaged in each others eyes and within ourselves together, an oscillating echoing sound making vibration that has become an abstract object of the mind, from a moment of forever,  but I have insight now inside, without my eyes, I can see your stable place within,
I now K=11*NOW   The Way Out.

    We become one snake path up the mountain of self immolation with full intent to survive, flourish and prosper, on the other side of a moral inversion, where a sophisticated evil world evolves until it resolves into a few aesthetic principles, experience- and a self recognized self serving self relevant  lesson to be learned, something good for life at large, through abstraction of an idea with persevering duration of value in the service of the most vital purpose, to give witness and praise and exude gratitude for the sight of the splendor from the inside and out and from the top, to the very bottom and then in reverse, back again and forever in inverse palpitations of The Bursting Sacred Heart. The Rising Bird Of Flames That Sets It All Ablaze With Her Frozen Heat, Her Mind Enrapturing Rose Scented Breath. She exhales self enhancement, to breath her fragrance is to rise like incense smoke, in twirling and twisting slow moving undulating pillars of star dust and particles of dead skin.

  She vanquishes Death by exposing it to be the very spice of life itself. The Great Prophet of God 119, Who is The Prophet Sent By God 939, Jonathan Robbins 838 and You Will Be Crazy and 292 says he is 12  The Messiah  363. In its time, I God,  will quicken its becoming 938 of beginning 911 when I am bringing it all about itself again, the whole of creation repented for the duration of the space between two moments of silence, that are embracing in anticipation to be completely real and devoid of any false hope, to be the living extrapolation of self serving enduring truth for others, rapped around inside like fractal antennas, within my God given all life embracing gargantuan heart.

Now starts  the whole series if events that will twist man's mind into a paradoxical self annihilating conflagration of  self negating imperative axioms, the  proverbial consuming fire 363 that preserves and emblazons the series of digits that represent The Messiah's Names:

 516 101 322 617 838 939 

The Code In The Hebrew Bible With The Messiah's Name 

 as they appear everywhere digital manufactured mechanisms are producing what should by all counts be dis-related sequences of numbers. Synchronicity will tighten every one's mind into a state of bewildered self contemplation concerning the nature of whatever brings our minds together with the universe, in a way that is significant and mysterious and astonishing and breath taking and altogether wonderful in all ways but one. It doesn't seem to matter how much one can contain, one must be splintered and broken and shattered again and again, in order to have ever more sophisticated  reasons, to say in the deepest and most sincere and earnest voice, behind which one stands and sings out and exhales one's breath as if its is one's last, shouting in Grateful  Victory for Having Lost All The Wars But The Only One That Matters before God. Did you tell yourself lies knowingly and choose to believe them and then, did you do things you knew were wrong, and then you justified what you did with rationalizations that rang hollow and vacant of any sincere intent.

 When you saw again you were doing this, did you pray for strength and cease and desist and begin to tell yourself the truth or did you flounder out of habit, addicted to the numb mindless choice of denial that suffocates the heart and denies the wisdom of creation, that things be exactly the way they are in your own mind for your perusal and final judgement, with complete acceptance and surrender to the idea that you live now in a universe governed absolutely BY AND IN the way you think it should be, and then all wisdom of why this way is wisest is removed from your mind, and you are born into the world you have created with the same probabilities of having valuable assets such as wealth and education and emotional support, assets  usable towards the attainment of what ever be your idea of happiness in such a world, be the same as the odds of anyone else born of chance into a world designed according to the morals and ethics of a human mind, your own. Now go and live out the consequences  in such a world, orchestrated with your own moral imperatives, for better or for worse.

You Can Write This On A Stone Wall

The only way to stop the continuing expansion of a world dominated by your morals with you as the victim of your own hubris,  should things go wrong for you and everyone else, friend and foe,  and you haven't a clue  how to prevent the ultimate annihilation of any hope that things will ever get any better, is to surrender and beseech the help of the Ultimate Orchestrator of all aesthetic experience, for better or for worse. The Intelligent Designer of The Foolish Heart.

 How could you  assume to have such wisdom? I wouldn't ever take such a choice, rather immediately immerse myself in God's created world as ultimately ignorant and wise in nothing but the knowledge that there is no purpose of any kind for better or for worse, under the sun or elsewhere, that I know better than God, how to accomplish.   

       He is The Small One 164 who ever prays for himself to Trust God 47, To Believe in God 164, The Voice of God 164, God Will Rescue 164

Our minds are   entwined together already for years as entangled spheres of potential expanding ever more probable wave function collapses, in sequenced unfolding tapestries, of objects sculptured in multi faceted colored reflections of symbols, representing  screwdriver twisting of diminishing revenues in dwindling spirals of manifestation income, like a nail screwed into one's own coffin. Hallelujah! He who gives himself over to becoming nothing is ever becoming something else.

Looking Back From Whence You Came Or Looking Forward?

 

Irony Is God's Digital Signiture

God, The Great Writer of The Ironic Parody and Historical Paradox,
The Master of Circumstance and Consequence,
Who measures the circumference of The Globe,
with The Eleven Diameter Digits Of His Hands,
is weaving a yarn before our very eyes,
a fabrication of "Believe In Or Not!".
He is serving us a fractal Pi of a Paradoxical Confusion Causing  Chaos, Hubris grown as phi gone mad. 

Watch them all fall down before me, to their knees, one after another,
fall to the ground in supplication and abated anticipation of relief,
for release from the burdens of bondage, as they become aware
of my chains running through their minds, corners of no choice,
surrounded by Predators sent from The Sacred Place of Mourning,
where the Priests are getting ready to feast on the newly arrived. 

Now it is night, the light of insight dims, and the sky is full of One Great New Moon,
My Lover, My Lover, we are coming so soon to be consumed together in a dancing flame,
a mating of heat and light, a meeting of darkness and the lightenning,
In God We Die, To Be Reborn Again In Reverse,
To Escape The Unceasing Curse of Being Born To Surrender To Slavery,
to not own one's own time and energy,
to work for another doing what one does while one disdains the product of one's own labor. 

Living a life that one hates for it's lack of any resonating purpose,
married to one to whom it seems so pointless to explain,
an inane exercise in futility, an insane attempt at self creative fertility,
to give birth to new implausibilities, to really have freedom of choice
while being short sighted about consequence
and having no clear hierarchy of values,
no self ascertained morals, no self commitment of adherence
to a method of civil ethics out of pure and expansive self interest and pragmatism,
do you really want freedom of choice? 

You have had it all along, to the full extant that you have anything at all.
Look around you, the world is a product, a wave function coalescence
of endless self referenced potentials
collapsing as narratives in the minds held together in time and space of mutual self interests,
of all the decisions made and the actions done and the words spoken
by conscious language speaking species in all of creation,
on every planet there is around any particular star,
in any Galaxy, at any time since the beginning of it all or until the end, 

of The Infinite And Eternal Ever Expanding Perfect Creation
of Striving For Perfection and never being able to arrive because Pi is Pi and Phi is Phi
and mathematically once I start measuring the circumference of a circle with its diameter
in a growing self similar sphere, the reverberations of the revelations
echo in formations of the development of a theme
about sequenced scenes with a flow of unfolding significance about magnificence
and The Royalty Of The Creator King, who remains ever unseen,
in All of His Living Perfection
and Within It The Manifestation of Seeking Perfectly Growing Resonance.
The Ultimate Romance. 

Love Entwined With Loving One's Self Inside,
Sharing One's Love For All Of Creation With One's Own Creator,
Coming Together Inside One's Self With The Other Side of One's Own Self
which is like skin being ripped away by some unexpected predator,
a child of chaos who creates confusion in an explosion of surprising implications
you don't have time to make sense of because you are going to die.
The only ones who ever die are those that perpetuate the theft of other's time
by telling them life goes on forever in Heaven or In Hell
and I have The Keys That Open All Locked Doors or That Can Lock Doors Forever
in The Dungeons of Oblivion,

Where One Knows Nothing
But Everything About What Doesn't Really Matter At All.
Like making friends and influencing people when it's God who puts people in your head
and then has them read scripts from screens of many different sizes in your mind,
making sounds of supplication that you look at them and them alone
and look and listen with all  your fragmented heart, to their engaging entertaining Art. 

All you control is your own attention and that's if anything at all. Place your attention on anything at all and the rest of most everything just kind of falls into place as you watch your own mind manifest as a changing reality of various degrees of sensual fluctuation and self manifestation.
Sit back and let go. Become a true Muslim. Surrender to the inevitable and unlimited triumph
of the well, the one that flows up and fills the heart, no longer apart, come together to sing The Holy Name.

 

From The Messiah Get Down On Your Knees 1111

It's just OK to strive for perfection,
that's what the universe does.
It strives in us.
Though it is already perfect in all ways, complete and forever, ever changing and the same.
Yes, it's OK to strive for perfection,
knowingly full well that one never arrives.
Striving for perfection is more perfect than arriving,
if in arriving one no longer has anything to strive for.
There are those who are flower lovers that say, "The Rose is Perfection!"
And they are right though no one has ever seen a perfect rose.
That which has in it reek cannot coexist with a Perfect Rose.
It all has the quality of a very long nose. And the Quality of Fragrance.
A long nose smells for a long time until it finally determines
whether it wants to put that which smells in its mouth, in its eye, leave it alone, or cast it aside.
Now I don't want to right these words, I tell you all I swear by The Holy Flame, that I will skin you alive with fires of shame.
I will bring you all to your knees.
Surrender, Now! Get down on your knees!
The End is Coming,
And It Is Fire!

יהוה הוא האלהים The One Creator God Is The Lord

The Messiah  Is Coming Alive In Your Mind, 

Rising From The Ashes of  Self Consumed, Self Woven Fabrications

 

I swear to you
by the ashes of the fiery pheasants
who burst out of colored sparks
and transcend orange flames 

in a wild blue dream of waterfalls,

then arrive inside flaming fractal snake skins about to be shed.

God says what I say, speaking through me
and through my name 939, to you. 
 
                                                                      929 is 292 

1111 on 929 at 11:11 for 11 minutes and 22 seconds for 47 reasons and in 164 voices for 747 seasons and in 119 ways!  Once and Forever יהוה is King For The Better, Butter on Unleavened  Bread, STARTING ON SECOND PESACH  יד בעייר תשע"ז

 

 

 THE LATEST 242 IS THAT 363 IS HERE AND HE IS 838 BECOME 939 BECAUSE HE HAS COME DOWN 572 AND COME OUT 101 WHILE THIS IS 273 TO 838 OR 1111

 יהוה הטוב יכפר בעד 

 
I do pray that God Forgive you, because you know not what you do, you don't know the ultimate consequences for a stubborn belief that correct choices are to be credited to the one who makes them as if they originated there by reason of any kind of special self creative power of self invention.

 
and God answers, " I tell you Jonathan, they do know what they do. They are not like you. They are as I made them and you are too. You are different and don't understand how I love to make punk burst into flames. The fumes alone are like fangs, bone crushing flesh ripping flames follow. They know they choose deceit and he who chooses deceit will be deceived by me, himself fall victim to his own chosen delusion beginning now, because he wouldn't pay the price for the truth that would set him free, even from me. 

 A Hebrew Four is For Me, 273, Because I Am The Man of Fire 617, The Fire of Truth 747, A Consuming Fire 363,

Who says I can't create a self imploding universe around and in a mind I create, to have freedom of choice and live out the full consequences of your decisions and choices according to the laws of circumstances and consequences of the ever moving essentially shifting and changing nature of everything. 

Who says I can't make worlds of dwindling return for value invested, create true victims, like Americans paying Taxes Today?
Who says I can't make criminal regimes, like the American governments For Many Generations? Who says I don't do so with the overall purpose of making things ever better for my chosen, those who honestly witness my name? 

You are such a victim to your choice to live in disdain of what you know to be the truth.
You demand of me mercy but you won't repent, won't willfully change your own ways, and if you are too impotent to change yourself, you pretend to be self creative anywhere you can claim credit for being right in what you write. 

 
Well you are ultimately wrong and getting wronger for the duration of your stiff necked insistence not to turn your head and look around at the bigger picture. I am jmr.
I am The Messiah 363, here now and deep in your mind, turning your thoughts around in the opposite direction of what you would have them do. I am taking you apart like a confused ball of yarn, 



because you are just a little kitten of a heart, an act of art that I hear with my within ear, from within to within, is how God spoke to him, and to me, and now to you, too. Hear me Mister Idiot? 

 

1 and 1 is אחד ועוד אחד equals 26 is Love One or One Love

• How much is one and one and how much is two 112? two elevens and two times 4 and 44 reasons why יהוה חי is why
•  The Torah is no Lie!

I am The Lion of Zion, The Son of Man, The Word Has Caught Fire, The World is Aflame

  292 929

God Lives 44
and turns all around
while not moving Himself,
In All His Ways, בכל דרכיו 292
He,
Is The Same Distance From Everything.

From Every One

VALUING THE MOST THE ONE WHO ACTS LIKE A TRUSTING AND FAITHFUL SON.

FROM THE SUMMIT OF MOUNT ZION I CALL OUT HIS GLORIOUS NAME

יהוה הוא האלהים

 באמת אהבה ושלום

IN TRUTH, SHALOM AND LOVE

838  

And The Man Moses, Is A Very Humble Man

838

My Secret is Humility Before My Lord
In His Presence I seek annihilation
self similar subtraction, getting ever smaller,
to leave Him more Space To Be,
rather than me. I just want to see what He Does with me,
what's left of me as I slip between the cracks, leaving behind some more old skin.
To Be Is To Sin, How dare I begin to make less of Him, By Being More Of Me?
To disappear is to go free, to flee from the inevitable discovery of the surreptitious deed.
Done in the dark, where I cannot see Him looking at me as I do His Will.
To Live Is To Kill.
What else can I do?
I have persistent duration in my inner eye
and an extensive memory full of fluctuating context
so the content can be seen all the time, from everywhere that surrounds it.
I am The Messiah and I am so Surprised,
The Less I Strive to Be, The More I Become,
The more I give up, the more I have,
made manifold and multiplied forever.
His Voice in My Mind, "The More You Give Me of Yourself,
The More of Yourself Is Your Own Yarn, To Fabricate
Your Own Fashion, To Wear Your Own Clothes.
To Wrap yourself in a Jacket of Your Own Design,
'Say It's Me, The Messiah Artist, " I Will Be What I will Be!"
I will make it your voice in their minds, no longer mine."
'I am grateful My Lord, But I decline."
I would die before beseeching an Idol
and die before becoming one, in a human  mind.
If it is to be my death that immortalizes me in man's mind,
then I would live forever and abstain from any fame,
I want none of their blame, I would cause nothing at all of my own volition,
I just want to watch your thing being done, over and over and over again,
every time is a similar dynamic contract,
an evolving mechanical logarithmic manifestation
of inversely valued universal transactions,
cross referenced with colorful threads meant for needle's eyes,
no one cares if  you speak lies, as long as no one gets hurt,
and its in jest and in good spirits, and it makes the time go by with an amused smile,
 a seduced line of thought, an entertaining narrative that captures the heart for a while, perhaps just to pass the time between those moments when the truth seems unnecessary,
because survival is ensured and insured by reason of spiritual vigilance,
or so would you dream of yourself, your fantasy of self deceit, self reciprocating for maintaining similarity and so growing, but always the same, even in reverse, then less then more,
a fractal nightmare of a fractured delusion pulling your heart relentless into the dark, you are going deep, within you will sink to the depths, together with me, can't you see, we are alive in reverse, twisting around and around like a screw nailing time to the mind, "Stand "Still!", "I'm ill, I've gone insane from the pain, my hope has been slain, just let me die in peace, let me lay on my lie,
that it was really eye that was alive.

Now dive once again, yes, the depth is of the deep,
let go, let slumber, let sleep, my heart beats are between your ears, let go of your fears, surrender- be still and Know God is inside you, no matter what you think of Him, He is there all the time inside, watching you to see if you are looking for him to proclaim" He isn't there? He isn't here. He isn't in-between where he has been and where he is going by avoiding where he should be were he not disappearing before he arrived but after he left, through the doors that need the keys that he got...

939 Is The Number of My Full Name  And Is The Same for Sign And Wonder

You, Yes You, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! You are an Idiot!

Messiah My Son, Let The Truth Be Like a Mosquito In Your Ear, Like The One That Drove Titus Crazy

 Speaking from by rape, באונס 119
I can tell you from experience,
it can hurt to be taken from behind suddenly,
and completely by surprise, 
There is a seed of rape in all true Faith.
with lots of mustard-242- so it burns, too.
times 11 is 2662 
26 God 62 Causes It To Be יהוה סב
838  that's me, first name and last, if "You will go crazy!"
12 that's He Is
363 The Messiah.

838 12 363

  I understand, completely.
Now listen to me, carefully....
there is nothing I can do.
They are out to get you
and they have passed out the door and are on their own,
flying blind in the night
but they hear shapes and space is made of returning sound.
by echo. For them. For me.
I am the master of all wings.
Half a
mosquito , a flying fiery snake,
entwined with itelf
as reflection in mind. 
Guess who is coming to dinner tonight?
Messiah now add The THE.
He Is The!
Who? Me.
Why me?
Lucky Me.
Randomize.
Chaos.
confusion begets confusion
and order begets order
and not confusion begets order
and order, confusion.
Here Is Me
and I Come Sent From The One Above
to speak Truth, Peace and Love!
In That Holy Sequence, Right There!
Now, turn this moment over and examine it for flaws
Integrate all things by allowing everything to be itself,
but first yourself be true to.
_________________
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

29283812363938/11=2662164760358

Jonathan Michael Robbins

= 939=

יונתן מיכאל רבינס

There is no other way to put this.
If you don't believe in God, you are an idiot.
You can't think for yourself, you can't follow a line of thought to its logical conclusion.
If you think you can think something intelligent by being intelligent about thinking,
who is making you intelligent?
Answer me that.
Whatever it is, it must be more intelligent than you are,
because you can't do that, can you?
You can't create and activate a living intelligent mind.
If you don't see intelligent design,
in you and around you, spinning together moments, one after another, for you to say,
"I do it all on my own. I am a winner, a self made man!"
You are about to shit on the fan, with your kind of intelligence.
So while I was being intelligently designed by a story telling God of Israel, the real one and only creator God, who has created me to say it is my job to pave the way,
and turn on the throbbing rights, so you all can see the lights, watch the flashing sights,
there is a universe spinning all around you which you are the center of,
and some of it is spinning inside you, its your mind.
 I am knocking at the door, a poor homeless man, crazy and hungry and dirty,
"Can I have a cup of tea?"
Forget your evil eye, as if I'm a spy,
come to gather intelligence where there is no wisdom,
I cannot be very intelligent then, can I ?
How do I arrive in a place I despise that I can't leave,
intelligently or is it random chance?
They would make of me the one who is pierced,
tho one with holes in his hands,
but that is so much not me,
I am what I am and that is so much not he.
I will be no ones victim,
 and no one's guilt will be forgiven,
 if they are guilty
of having believed,
 that all has been forgiven
and then continued to sin.
Justice will burst into their lives
and the God of Circumstance and Consequence
will teach them all lessons, with pain as a paddle
to an incurious ass. Look around you, see no signs?
What does the 11:11 phenomenon mean?
I am on the scene, the prayed for one, who has arrived-
who has survived against all the odds.
The one made crazy out of love,
never lost, open handed and ever letting go,
praying for all, all the time, God Forgive them, they know not what they do!
But they do! They have it all figured out, using their numbers, their digits,
they manipulate information to say chaos from damnation, "There is no God"
Those that say there is no God are the dammed, the dry weeds of the next  Holocaust.
I have already said, "I will burn them with fire! From calculations come the flames,
I will torch you from within your writhing snakes, your guessing guts,
from that aching place of uncertainty that doesn't go away,
"Do people really die suddenly and without warning every day? Murdered and raped? Yes, of course, read the news."
By whose design?
I create evil with my will to see things go the way they shouldn't
in the minds of those that strive to fix my universe with their lying minds
and ingrate heart.
Pay attention to what you do with your mind.
I am right there besides you every single moment you are aware of being there,
here where we are now in this moment together with me,
in your mind, lying down deeper than ever, beneath the bottom of the sea.
I am completely taken by surprise by the audacious power of the moment.

The Next Step Is, "I Will Be what I Will Be!

   " Everything is in motion and motion needs space to move in, and duration of movement."

It is demonstrably true, that everything in the universe is in unceasing motion from one moment to the next, including the attention of whomever or whatever is observing the universe. Regarding anything of substance, matter and the particles that it is composed from, all is defined by endlessly shifting spatial and temporal coordinates from some point of view. This is so true that it reduces to the observation that if one freezes a particle in time and in space to the very most narrow possible measurement of both, the particle immediately disappears. It cannot exist unless it is in motion, duration of existence itself depends on a sequence of coordinates in time and space.
 
     To persist in existence means to move in space and have continuous momentum, and maintaining the duration of motion is the only way to preserve identity. Anything with or without mass, must move to be perceived and motion itself  can only be perceived from a viewpoint  that arbitrarily determines something to be at rest. To determine motion something must come to be that doesn't exist except metaphysically,  and that is a static viewpoint, the location of which is independent of mass, because all mass is always moving. The static viewpoint is the central component of a far more complex metaphysical construct, which is the mind. It is the creation of something the existence of which needs no prior materiel cause. It is a pristine beginning, because as all things are in motion, it is impossible that they factor together into a true static state. In the inner world of the mind and  what is called the objective physical universe, everything is in a constant state of flux. Nevertheless, the mind  comes into existence through the arbitrary creative postulate that a state of relative stillness is a static viewpoint and that is a platform from which the motion of all potentially perceivable objects from that static viewpoint can now be determined.  Within a context of absolute motion of all content and all boundaries, which is the physical universe itself and all it contains, for motion to be perceived there must exist something that cannot come to be, as a consequence of the ever undulating and fluctuating and spreading and circulating and vibrating and spinning and expanding and contracting waves and particles that compose the  altogether moving physical universe,  and that is a static space of perception. A static state cannot be caused by a moving object.  This is particularly wonderful because no one ever experiences a real static state, presumably until they die. And then like anything no longer in motion, whatever we are,  ceases to be. Our minds, ever in motion like the universe reflected into them, exist by reason of a postulated arbitrary static viewpoint from which the observation of objects in motion or relative stillness, creates a static space which is the multi faceted context of the conscious mind.  This postulated static space exists only because the viewpoint is deemed at rest, with its  spatial and temporal coordinates in constant motion as determined from a point of view, which we experience as the place from which we observe all that moves around us and in us. This is the I and the Me and is fundamentally multi dimensional and contains metaphysical machinery that produces our ever evolving aesthetic experience. It is multi dimensional, sophisticated and complex, because we never have only one or two viewpoints, rather a countless multitude of viewpoints each with a stream of information that comes together as a grand cross referencing coalescence of aesthetic experience, involving all our senses, memory and imagination, together in any given moment. .  This conscious space of fluctuation and evolving self is affected by the metaphysical machinery that produces all it perceives. It is a dynamic experience of aesthetics and produces morals, as in the moral of a story, and ethics, the rules by which civilizations govern themselves when not governed by tyranny.

So we have a mind, created around a postulated relatively static point of view, the I and the Me, which while static itself, is ever receiving complex streams of shifting information which is presented at different spatial locations as sensation. Perception is sensation and sensation is an aesthetic symbol that represents the relationship between the self and the environment. The value of different sensations or aesthetic packages    is determined by the degree to which they symbolize the accomplishment of purpose. Initially purpose is pleasure and the avoidance of pain, but as morals and ethics develop, purpose becomes ever more abstract and metaphysical purposes make it possible for minds to endure great pain and assume very ascetic life styles to achieve and manifest abstract intents.

The solely metaphysical idea of "static" or "unchanging" is essential to the mind, beyond serving as an axiomatic platform for the observation of spatial motion or temporal change. One of the metaphysical machines that produces the complexity of the living mind is the mechanism of memory. Memory is an axiomatic component of mind, as much as a static viewpoint, and like a static viewpoint, it takes many memories and viewpoints cross referenced and held in place to produce the experience of coherence.  Memories are created as a consequence of the consciousness of motion, as to determine motion, one must "store" cross referenced moments of shifting coordinates.

   Motion is determined by postulating an unchanging or static geometric matrix of coordinates and recording an objects consecutive appearance and disappearance in the context of those coordinates. The object is only in motion when it's position in the matrix has no duration. It is always in a renewed state of "was there." and is now"here", with "there" always being a static memory of what is no longer true and "here" always becoming "there". For an object to exist it must be both there and here and time is what keeps memories apart and allows coherence.  Actually, the object is everywhere and all the time with all the other objects that are everywhere and all the time, but can only be perceived as a finite duration of a symbolic representation of its ultimate identity, with an arbitrary determination of motion from a static viewpoint and the creation of a memory which captures a moment of motion of a symbol with a symbol and stores it for cross reference in  a static state.   To be perceived as in motion the object doesn't have to move in a sequence of linear coordinates defined by proximity to each other. It is simply enough that it appears and disappears somewhere in the field of perception at different spatial coordinates. If it appears and disappears in the same spatial coordinates and at different temporal coordinates, the mind perpetuates with memory the the unchanging position of the object, filling in with imagination the duration in which the object has disappeared, and determines the object to be static and in a state of inertia. This allows the mind's ability to arbitrarily postulate static viewpoints, to make of such an object a coordinate from which can be extrapolated the relative position of other objects.

Should the object disappear, cease to exist in its spatial coordinates without reappearing elsewhere, the validity of the memories of that object lose their coherence as they can no longer be confirmed with present time perception of what is remembered,  and become confused with imagination, as imagination can postulate what is only the possibility of existence in the past, present and future and is independent of any need for present time perception.



Attention is never static and when it is focused on what appears to be a stationary object, the intensity of the perception of the object, fluctuates in a shifting context both temporally and spatially. Perception changes from one moment to the next because the means of perception, attention, is constantly scanning the objects potentially perceived.  When I say "objects", I mean, anything at all one can become aware of by focusing on it with one's attention and scanning it for a duration of time. This would include everything that has to do with what we experiences as the world around us, what we call the physical universe, as well as everything we experience as the world within us, our subjective universe of thoughts and sensations such as sight, sound, touch, smell, taste, hunger, thirst, etc...as well as feelings and emotions.  Anything one can put one's attention on is an object, real or imagined. Attention is best understood when likened to light. It has the quality of expansion and promulgation throughout what we experience as the space of our own conscious mind. It constantly relays to us streams of information concerning our well being on all the planes of our existence, from the condition of our physical body, to our hearts and soul, however these are defined.