Monday, March 6, 2017

How My Mind Will Influence Yours

Recently I have become far more aware of, more comprehensively conscious of, the workings of my mind and the matrix of brain chemistry that coincides with it. I have been directed by synchronization to articles that deal precisely with this subject. As I have experienced severe symptoms of schizophrenia as a result of amphetamine psychosis, I have the advantage of experiential insight into the workings of my brain chemistry and how I am truly a mutant.

That is what the God of Art has told me, anyway.

I kind of understand what is going on in my mind concerning pattern recognition, synchronicity, and the function of dopamine. I definitely have a mutant brain chemistry. Wink

דברי יהוה אל יונתן רבינס=יונתן מיכאל רבינס הוא מוטציה=1111

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"Genius requires penetrating insight into reality, whereas madness is confusion about reality. Nonetheless, both madness and genius appear likely to be positively related to the broad trait of Openness/Intellect. Without the tendency to perceive patterns that is fundamental to Openness, Intellect may by unlikely to lead to the creativity required for genius. Perhaps, then, genius is most likely to emerge given the combination of high Intellect and high Openness, and one must risk madness to achieve genius."

"Must one risk madness to achieve genius? The answer appears to be yes, with one very important caveat: you must also have the Intellect to make sure you don't completely lose your grip on reality."




https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-minds/201201/must-one-risk-madness-achieve-genius-0

 

To be fully understood, everything one seeks to understand, must be contemplated in the fullness of its context. One needs to hold the object of contemplation in one's mind together with all the factors that surround it and make it what it is,
Take a falling autumn leaf, for example.
 It is what it is because of the tree it has fallen from. Such a leaf could not be what it is were it not for the sun and the air and the earth that nourished it. It's shape and structure are specific to a certain kind of tree and not another. That specific kind of tree is the product of a specific genetic blueprint.
The wind that blew the leaf off the tree indicates the weather and the weather the climate. The climates is a consequence of the tilt of the earth and the earths rotation around the sun.
Now contemplate the sun, for without the sun and its light there could be no leaf. Without the earth too, there could be no leaf. Without the air, the same. So we can choose to focus on any of these creative components of the leaf and hold them in our mind as well.
The context of our sun, is the galaxy. The context of the earth, our solar system. The context of the air, the planet earth.
Investigating the nature of the leaf leads us to expand our mind in an attempt to  finally contain the whole universe. And this we cannot do.
There is only so much any individual can contain in their mind in a dynamic  matrix of cross reference and cooperative influence before exhaustion causes them to let go.
But doing so, again and again, holding in one's mind any object and its creative factors stretches one's sense of awe and wonder and always leads up to trying to encompass the whole universe in the grip of one's comprehension. This acts as an antenna to God, who seems to reach out and help one who reaches for Him this way, with a greater appreciation of His Nature.
Now contemplate what I have written here about the "mouse".
 http://jonathanmichaelrobbins.blogspot.co.il/2017/02/mouse-as-word-of-god.htmlThe economics of Dopamine secretion in the brain is a decisive factor in what governs all kinds of behavior. Dopamine encourages association and its resultant pattern formation and is therefor a prime component in the chemistry of language  configuration and the skill of narrative representation, on both graphic and semantic dimensions. It is the chemical glue that holds memories together as patterns. A narrative represents the real or imagined history of everything from  a single photon, to the universe- and the ability to create a comprehensive narrative of the virtual or the real is a prime aspect of creative intelligence in both science and The Arts.  Of course this might no longer be self serving if one cannot distinguish between the inventions of one's mind and the reality actually  held in common with others. 
I postulate that God Governs human behavior through the economics of  Dopamine Secretion in the different parts of the brain's hemispheres. He causes both genius and madness as such serve His creative purpose.  This Divine  Creative composition of the mind is managed through genetic chemical mechanics and subatomic influences at the level of the electric discharge of cells, allowing for phenomena of non-locality in the emergence of information to be processed by the brain. The latter manifests as a propensity for intuition.
In Hebrew, the words are composed mostly from three letter roots. When the root for a verb has as its first letter YUD י ,   the word's tense is only changed by pronunciation and therefor the same spelling represents the past, present and future tense of the verb.
 A verb represents the creation of an action in the past, present or future and the letter YUD  י represents the name of God, יהוה  where the letter YUD י heads the word for present  הוה. Essentially this means the present will become the future and that is the impetus of creation itself.

The word for secretion in Hebrew is יצא . It means "come out"  in the past, present or future depending on the pronunciation, as described above for words that have YUD י  for their first letter. 
The word for Dopamine in Hebrew is spelled like this:  דופאמין

Dopamine Comes Out (Secretion) in Hebrew: דופאמין יצא and that equals 292 like עכבר or mouse and also דבר אלהים or Word of God.
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The Deadly Poignant and Divine Irony of Our Times

Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 11:19 am  
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 Rumsfeld, Bush And The Deadly Poignant Divine Irony of Our Times


I have been terrified, horrified, filled with awe and trembling,
mystified and overwhelmed by wonder and thanksgiving
in my ever growing insight
into The God of Art's Creativity.
It fills my mind and causes it to expand
like the universe itself. Stretching the observable
and perceivable, out of the confines
of any kind of idea intended to contain it all.
I have found one persistent signature
in all of God's Multi Dimensional Creativity
and that is
His Deadly and So Painfully Poignant- Irony.
To understand this, contemplate the Titanic.

"In 1898 a writer named Morgan Robertson published a novel called 'Futility'. This story features an huge British passenger liner called the 'Titan', which is supposed to be unsinkable, carries insufficient lifeboats, and on a voyage in the month of April, hits an iceberg and sinks in the North Atlantic with the loss of almost everyone on board."

The Extravagant Ocean Liner,
Eleven stories high!
Heralded as The Unsinkable Ship!
The Epitome of Technology at It's Time!
Of which it was said.
Even God couldn't sink The Titanic!"
It sank on it's maiden voyage.

http://www.titanic-facts.com/

Yes, some might say coincidence.

A thought.
Could recorded history
be just an imagined pattern
in the chaotic development
of man's wanton ability
to cause himself destruction?

Or is it The Making
of Living Divine Design?
The Work of The Artist,
who is culturing and nourishing
His Awe Inspiring Presence,
in Our Own Mind.

Recently I saw an interview With George W. Bush.
He has taken up painting portraits
of men wounded in the wars he perpetrated,
as he caused the death of countless thousands of civilians,
of unknown numbers of soldiers
defending their homes and lives
against an imperious intruder.
The President who falsely accused
the Muslim world for 9/11 as he
empowered and enriched his cronies
and started a horrendous chain of events.
The man who said,

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
"I trust God speaks through me. Without that, I couldn't do my job."
"I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace."
"See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda."
"Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"
"It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it."
"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test."
"I can hear you, the rest of the world can hear you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon."
"Every nation in every region now has a decision to make. Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists."
"One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures."


Link


He paints men wounded in their bodies and minds,
amputees and the crippled and maimed
in ways no one can ever repay.
And he caused them their wounds.

Now the terrible truth
is that during this interview
with Hannity on Fox news,
I found Bush to be likeable and sincere.
His paintings demonstrate talent
and he talks of the veterans with what seems like ingenuous concern.
Moved to tears.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zV6UeM4zW1Q

And that is the most ironic thing I have ever encountered
when coupled with an interview with Donald Rumsfeld
which I saw last night.
Both are a study into the mind of a psychopath.
I can think of no better examples.
George W. Bush is beyond my comprehension
as a phenomenon.
There is something deeply evil about him,
reminiscent of Nazis who loved children and dogs.
Rumsfeld I understand.
He is in love with ideas and words
with the intent to make everything confusing
and hide himself behind a smoke screen of charming chaos.
He hides in a Tempest of Snowflakes.
I love ideas and words too.
But I strive to expose the true nature of myself and the universe.
I understand Rumsfeld.
Of both of us it might be said,
there is something "wrong" with our minds.
He is the embodiment of what I am not!
He and Bush are context
for why I emerge. Cool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnRB1QhOGko


Worthy of your time
to contemplate these "Times"
where and when,
Irony Reigns Supreme. Cool



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Sunday, March 5, 2017

Things Are Getting Better

Now let this be a warning to anyone ever to read what I write!
My God is Alive, Living and Communicating with me.
And He is Furious at what He sees.
Starting with me.
"How dare you believe I am not making things ever better, every day?
Are you not more satisfied with yourself than ever, more than ever before?
Every question you have asked me, that you ask me, I answer for you,
making you wiser than Solomon. The name I have given you,
will grow in stature beyond any, and will Provide Man Light
in the darkness of his minds, for ever more.
Yes, you have many aches and pains, but would you be someone else?
Would you prefer to be a perfectly healthy but ignorant fool?
You know yourself to be a realization of your own chosen values, do you not?
Do you not choose to be who you are from one moment to the next?
Can it get any better than that?
Is there anything greater than the freedom to be true to whom you really are?
That is the freedom you have prayed for since you were a little boy and that is what I have given you
beyond any one who has ever lived, ever before!
Yes, you are mortal and like all others you have your time
and soon you must go,
come back to me, so together we may know growth and ascendance.
Know each other as we rise together in all eternity...
How dare you cling to ideas that I am- what I am not! How do you like that when people do that to you?
Do you judge me more severely than you judge yourself?
Now look at the world I create in you, that reflects the world around you!
Do you not see that it is better than ever before?
Oh, of course there is still great ignorance of Me,
but for that there will be you, you know very well in your heart
what I am about to do.
Yes, there is rampant disease among the poorest
and unnecessary starvation and despots enforce ignorance on great masses,
and I kill as I will, I always have, I always will,
the universe will always be a conundrum
and completely unobtainable, not containable as a function of formulas
derived from observations seen from specific points of view.
The whole will forever be so much greater than the parts!
But there are more people better off today, living longer and with greater freedom
to know themselves and to know Me, than ever before in man's so very short history!
Are you still upset about 9/11? The resultant wars? The wanton loss of life?
There is nothing new about any of that and the scale of mayhem in your lifetime has just gone down,
while the population has grown and grown.
There are simply more people having fun today in their own way than ever before.
More Art, more display!
Yes, there is corruption, decay and rot at the foundations of the political civilizations
of your times. That is the very process by which better means and ways of government will evolve and emerge.
All the evil must and will play out!
So stop your complaining and pull yourself together,
Be a Man, that Man I have made you, the man you are yet meant to be!
The Son of Man, The Son of David, Vishnu and The Great Teacher of The Ways,
The one who comes at the end of days.
The Second Coming,
The Return of Buddha, the Bodhisattva, Maitreya-
And dare you not let any of this go to your head!
Were it not that I perpetuate your life, you would be already dead!" Cool



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Making Sense Makes No Sense.

The universe in its totality
is an example of making sense
from something that makes no sense.
You have a spaceless, timeless origin
which is its own and only destination.
Everywhere and all the time
Containing all things Divine.
In it are all the laws, the intent and the design,
an immutable singularity of massless solid state.
Infinite and eternal and perfect,
precisely the way it is,
the perfect cause of all effects,
the source of all direction,
from whence all things must come
and to where all things are going.
A non quantum reality
of absolute certainty.
Yet between there and here
are all things less than the wholeness of The One.
The vibrating transience of the elemental particle
made from nothing but direction
and duration of intent.
Moving in and out,
back and forth,
from here to there and back again,
like a needle with a thread
seen and gone and seen again
sewing the mind together
in a flowing string
where nothing stays the same
like the dancing of a flame.
Faith in the unknowable narrative 748 וצדיק באמונתו יחיה
is the anointment oil, 748 שמן המשחה
my mind a quivering fire, 363 אש אוכלה
my body is flax, the wick! 939 ופשתה כהה לא יכבנה

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Saturday, March 4, 2017

God is A Fire and a Corrosive Truth

Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 8:38 pm    Post subject: God is A Fire and His  is a  Corrosive Truth


God is A Fire and His is a  Corrosive Truth,
which is why I have become who I am.
All the barriers in my mind have been burned away
and I fly like a hot air balloon
over the world of mice and men,
transcendent, ascendant, up up and away,
so high but for the Will of God I would die.
Now let me tell you about The Jews!
Look at them. They embrace to their breast
The Book that condemns them to their death.
They don't understand it, never did.
And the few who do and would explain,
they stone and kill, and treat with disdain.
No wonder I am in so much pain.
They learn and worship the great minds
of many who had not a clue
what it means to stick to God
as if one is covered in His Holy Glue.
Oh these Jews!
They interpret endlessly interpretations
of what was never understood,
for hours and hours without end,
and pray at a wall that they kiss
and stick in it little notes of paper
with sundry lists of requests.
As if it is a mailbox that delivers their messages to heaven.
OH, The Irony of It All.
They talk to The Wall. Brick wall
A people blind to a maelstrom of signs and wonders.
The "People of The Book",
Who God said he would destroy
for not keeping its laws,
and he does so again and again.
The Book of God which Moses spoke of when he said,
"Forgive their sins,
or erase me, Please, from The Book You Have Written!"
What Book?
The Autobiography of יהוה(God)!
AKA "I Will Be What I Will Be!"
And His Prophets and His People
and their history and the History of His Name.
His Everlasting Flame and Its Eternal Fame.
A book of stories about a stiff necked people
and their God, who Glorifies His Name,
by burning them to cinders for their sins.
The sins He carries with Him
from one generation to the next.
The sins as written in The Book
that these same Jews cling to as they die,
just as it says they would, in tortured misery.
They die for the freedom to read it's daily portions,
though they don't understand what it says,
and the Book says "Stay Alive!"
and somehow they survive!
A Book of Stories written by
The Author of The Heavens and The Earth!
These Jews,
to whom Moses said,
"All of this because I have known, after my death,
you will corrode and corrupt (my teachings), and go off the path
which I have commanded you, and evil will befall you in the end of days!
All because you will do that which is evil in the eyes of יהוה (God),
to make Him angry, with the work of your hands!
"
Generation after generation,
Israel is The Messianic Oil of Anointment in a Lamp,
The Jews burn and the world sees The Light,
their eyes are given sight,
their ears can hear and their heart understand,
"Hearken and Look, the Jews are back in their land."
But the Jews? They still don't know
the author of their own story.
Yes! The Jews are His People,
closer to Him than any other,
of those close to יהוה it is said,
"Among those close to Me I will be sanctified
and in the face of all the people I will be honored!"
He burnt His own Priests at the alter of sacrifice.
And Moses tells the Jews that Their Lord says,
“You will become to me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation.”!"
Is not The Holocaust a Burnt Offering?
The Burning of The Priests?
And wasn't that the evil of The End of Days?
Or is it yet to come? Is it yet undone?
Why does God tell me not to pray for His people
that I would love to die for?






















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"Magnified and Glorified, Be His Holy Name!"

I have always been deeply moved by the interments of Jews,
which is why I have ironically attended so few.
I wasn't even at my father's funeral.
A prayer is said at funerals that is central to my faith.
"Magnified and Glorified, Be His Holy Name!"
Some funerals are horrific reminders of the banality of death.
It can come suddenly and as a complete surprise-
to a loved one, a child, a lover, a parent, a prime minister,
a sibling, an acquaintance, a neighbor, a stranger, a friend,
to anyone known or completely beyond our care.
It can come in a horrific display of sadistic cruelty
to many people at once.
With modern technology,
we see real deaths everywhere,
moving pictures of decapitations and people burned alive.
Bulldozers pushing piles of corpses into pits
without funeral or ceremony.
Every kind of death imaginable.
And as if that weren't bad enough,
we entertain ourselves with death, too.
So many different entertainment Heroes,
that inflict violent demise upon their enemies
watched by children and grown ups alike.
Why is this?
In Hebrew Culture death is the essence of impurity.
Could that be because it is a lie?
We all know that everyone must die.
What is the true reason that death makes people cry?
Are we grieved at our loss of love or the loved one's loss of life?
Can life really ever be lost? Can love?
I for one am not confused by any of the above!
I find the most awful and wonderful thing
to be one and the same.
There is no chaos and nothing is random,
the universe makes perfect sense!
It is life itself and a variation on a theme,
the undying contemplation of change in an ever flowing stream.
"I Will Be What I will Be!" is whatever you can deem!

Exalted and hallowed be His great Name.

Throughout the world which He has created according to His Will. May He establish His kingship, bring forth His redemption and hasten the coming of His Messiah!

In your lifetime and in your days and in the lifetime of the entire House of Israel, sword, famine and death shall cease from us and from the entire House of Israel, speedily and soon, and say, Artist!

"Artist! May His great Name be blessed forever and to all eternity, blessed."

May His great Name be blessed forever and to all eternity. Blessed and praised, glorified, exalted and extolled, honored, adored and lauded be the Name of the Holy One, blessed be He. Artist!

Beyond all the blessings, hymns, praises and consolations that are uttered in the world; and say, Artist!.

May there be abundant peace from heaven, and a good life for us and for all Israel; and say, Artist.

He Who makes peace in His heavens, may He make peace for us and for all Israel; and say, Artist!


The One Thing

That is Always The Same,
All is God and Us,
Engaged in A Game!

 

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Friday, March 3, 2017

Everything is Calculated to Implode

From one moment to the next,
in a dynamic bundle of coalescence,
my mind keeps coming together!
A multifaceted perpetuated amalgamation
of infinite collapsing wavelengths,
ever creating growing patterns of significance,
in a cross referenced sequence of developing design.
An ever more complex and sophisticated entity of reflections,
emerging from itself, expanding and collapsing,
ever greater in dimensions, again and again.
Sublime and Divine ever striving for harmony,
a vibrating story line appearing to materialize,
shimmering and undulating and ever out of grasp,
all in sparkling effervescence, spinning particles of dissipating mass.
All in an ebb and flow of evanescent sentiment,
nothing is good enough to remain,
nothing so bad it doesn't have its instant,
perpetuated oscillation in a particle of time.
Nothing is mine. Not even my mind.

In my brain are growing like crystals,
formations of protein, never before seen.
An antenna for the sublime and the obscene.
Created per the dictates of chemistry,
factored by the nature of DNA.
An exponential growth of experiential wisdom,
the becoming embodiment of an ancient dream.

First there is the end and then
comes the beginning, striving for completion.
Time is a sequence of resonating visions,
calculated to move forward in the progression
of a developing lesson.
Leaving behind a reasonable conclusion
that is ever losing its substance
in a growing context. Nothing stays the same
but the experience of change evolves,
from the dense and the opaque dissolved
come a translucent solution,
settling into a limpid liquidity,
a serene pool of self reflection,
a pond to ponder contemplation.

How long can I live like this?
Am I not subject to materiel fatigue?
If The Creator sustains me, will I forever endure?
Is it my will or His, that I persevere?
I would be resolutely persistent,
even just a quivering flame,
dancing in hope,
alone in a tempest of scorn and disdain.

Now an angel is an occasion of localized Divinity,
a terminal of Sublimity
in a communication between the eternal
and that which must come and go.
And the angel tells me what I already know.

I will not be here forever by any means.
And in the mean time it surely seems
that everything is calculated to implode.

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