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Mindwalk is a 1990 movie directed by Bernt Amadeus Capra, based on a book by his brother Fritjof Capra, named The Turning Point. (Fritjof Capra is also the author of the book: The Tao of Physics.)

The entire movie is a conversation between three characters: Sonia Hoffman (a scientist), Jack Edwards (Politician) and Thomas Harriman (Poet).

The movie is an introduction to systems theory and systems thinking, while insights into modern physical theories such as quantum mechanics and particle physics are given as well.

Political and social problems and alternative solutions for them are another major focus of the movie. It is not the specific problems or the solutions that the authors are trying to discuss here, but rather a perspective through which such problema and their solutions can be viewed and considered. This perspective is referred to as the holistic, or systems theory perspective.

Thomas Harriman, the poet, recites the poem "Enigmas" by Pablo Neruda at the end of the movie, concluding the core of the discussion.

Cast and roles include

• Liv Ullmann - Sonia Hoffman
• Sam Waterston - Jack Edwards
• John Heard - Thomas Harriman
• Ione Skye - Kit Hoffman
• Emmanuel Montes - Romain
• Jean Boursin - Sacristan
• Jeanne Van Phuev - Tourist #1
• Penny White - Tourist #2
• Gabrielle Danchik - Tour Guide

Filming location

• Mont Saint Michel, France

External link

• Mindwalk at the Internet Movie Database

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 Hello everyone........hope your all fine and enjoying life.   Painting........................

An old sight too has its moment of birth. A birdless sky Strange and set apart. Facing your window on the moonlit night stands A city plunged in crickets' tears. And when you see a road still watching for a wayfarer And the moon Is on the cypress spear, You say: 'My God, are all these things still out there? May one whisper them a greeting?' From their pools the waters gaze upon us. The tree is at rest In a flush of catkin blossoms. Never shall the sorrow of Your great playthings Be plucked from me, O our God.   ©  1938, Nathan Alterman   today I have the whole morning to myself......... I finished my pink house picture and it will be put up with my pictures of orange if you wish to peek at it! OH, THE PINK HOUSE IS WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK OUT MY KITCHEN WINDOW......   JUST CAME FROM JORGES SPACE AND HE WAS TAGGED WITH THE LETTER "T" SO I WAS THINKING OF OUR PRESIDENT MR BUSH JUST NOW AND THIS IS THE LETTER THAT FITS HIM TO A "T". Devil's Dictionary A cynical view of the world by Ambrose Bierce tenacity n. A certain quality of the human hand in its relation to the coin of the realm. It attains its highest development in the hand of authority and is considered a serviceable equipment for a career in politics. The following illustrative lines were written of a Californian gentleman in high political preferment, who has passed to his accounting: Of such tenacity his grip That nothing from his hand can slip. Well-buttered eels you may o'erwhelm In tubs of liquid slippery-elm In vain -- from his detaining pinch They cannot struggle half an inch! 'Tis lucky that he so is planned That breath he draws not with his hand, For if he did, so great his greed He'd draw his last with eager speed. Nay, that were well, you say. Not so He'd draw but never let it go! ship of fools From a lecture by Terence McKenna:   "My thing is to be amazed at the world as given by nature, but ever more, as we approach this millennial speedbump in our cultural highway, to be amazed at people, and about the direction that mass psychology seems to be taking. the thing which lies at the end of any epistemic investigation of what reality is, is surprise, astonishment. Not religious awe, not that kind of astonishment, but actually like pie-in-the-face hysteria, foodfights and falling anvils, explosions! This is what lies at the end of the epistemic enterprise.    Ship of Fools   "...WHY is that? Well I think it has something to do with the fact that we are simply loaded monkeys, that our belief that we were proceeding as God's messengers, or his research assistants, was somehow ill-contrived, misbegotten. What we've shipped for is not a voyage of discovery, it's more like a ship of fools. "

We must return to the fundamental principles of our Constitution and the basic objectives of the American government: Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. How can children enjoy liberty and happiness when adults inflict pain upon them, exploit them and deprive them of physical affection? We are architects of violence against ourselves and our children, and we are the ones who must change the moral architecture of Western civilization.

FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANS....PLEASE UNDERSTAND A CHILD CAN NOT DEFEND THEMSELF. WE MUST HELP THE INNOCENT.  THIS IS SO DISTURBING IT IS ONLY FOR THE BRAVE OF HEART AND THE ONES THAT LIVE TO CHANGE SOCIETY.

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Peer-to-Peer Super Intelligence

in this intersting article, the writer suggests that 'there might be a superintelligence running on the internet right now. One of many problems with this type of superintelligence is it emerged based on totally self-referential internal feedback. Nowhere in the scheme were humans, or the human world even taken into consideration. Quite possibly this type superintelligence, assuming it could evolve from the above scheme, would have no idea that humans even exist. It would by all definitions be an alien intelligence in every way that counts'. Read All

 

 

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Electric Sheep

While thinking and trying to make a Dreamcatcher, I remembered once seeing the Electric Sheep amazing site, going back to it stroked me with the resemblance of the Native American dreamcatcher forms to the computerized technology imaging.

Native American traditional belief is that a dreamcatcher filters a person's dreams, letting through only the good ones.

  

There are many Native American stories and legends about spiders and webs, but the
Ojibwe (called Chippewa by others) originated the dream catcher. ( A lovely story about the Spider Woman, who waved each night a magical web that captured each morning the Sun at dawn)

 

 "We did not weave the web of life. are merely a strand in it. Whatever
we do to the web, we do to ourselves"
--"Walk gently on Mother Earth" --

 

Electric Sheep realizes the collective dream of sleeping computers from all over the internet. It's a distributed screen-saver that harnesses idle computers into a render farm with the purpose of animating and evolving artificial life-forms.

 

 All the software is open source and users may participate in the network freely and anonymously. Anyone can download and install it. When their computer is idle and goes to sleep, the sheep animations appear, and in parallel the computer goes to work creating new sheep and sharing its results with all other users.

 

Electric Sheep is a free, open source screen saver run by thousands of people all over the world. It can be installed on any ordinary PC or Mac. When these computers "sleep", the screen saver comes on and the computers communicate with each other by the internet to share the work of creating morphing abstract animations known as "sheep". The result is a collective "android dream", an homage to Philip K. Dick's novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. . Now does it mean that computer can dream? :) and even share those dreams?

 

Now, all i have to do is meditate upon The Sun, The Spider Woman, Shaman stories, Electric Sheeps, Fractals and Randomized Forms, Dreams,The Web, and so on...And Make One of My own...to be followed

I have read all of Neale's books and the newest one will be out March 29th.  He is me, I am him, we are all one. 

Neale Donald Walsch

I was looking for this song I like the melody and instead I found this...  this is a message of things I think

if anyone has this song... I still would love to hear it, is a lovely melody

Que Sera, Sera

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One person can change the world is what I believe.

I just softly remind you to remember who you are, you are god all of you, we are one, one the same. And if you do not wish to remember so be it... I am only a teacher  and you have freedom of choice.                                

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 Once a long time ago, only one time... God came and spoke to me.

Yes, this is true.  It was about ten o'clock in the evening and my husband and I had been watching "I love Lucy" video tapes in our mountain cabin by a creek in Beardsley Canyon that previously Indians had believed sacred grounds. I have learned from satilite pictures of Earth  that there are areas that can be tracked on the surface of the planet that have unusual energy fields, magnetic fields.  The mountains I live are one of the few places on earth that are like this.  Not to change the subject, but an interesting thing happened to bring me to live at this small cabin right next to the creek.  I was working and needed a place immediately to live, a lady who turned out to be my husbands best friends wife, her name Ami , gave me a notice for a room for rent.  I called and told the man I could not be there until after work which would be late.  He said no problem and gave me directions.  I had always wanted to live in the mountains , and this is the first place I did.   When I arrived I could here guitar music drifting out from the cabin.  I knocked several times and heard a loud "Come on in" and as I opened the door a bolt of white light maybe six inches in diametor shot from him and the guitar straight into my chest. Hard and fast, then it was gone.  Our eyes wide, we asked each other , did you see that?  John was his name immediately said , "Oh! you are moving in! Tonight." and I did.  I stayed and we talked as if we had known each other an eternity.  He claimed he was a wizard, from Germany.  This is all very strange I am sure to you, but it is true, and I do not lie.  It was a year later that God came to speak to me there, at this same livingroom.  Now the cabin is no more it burned to the ground, sometime in 1991.  It is exactly next to a cave in the creeks hillside, where there was mining done back in the very late 1800's.

Yes I have been inside this cave , very interesting the history of this area.  The house next door had a back door of the house that led from the house into this cave.

     When I think back I think of how I was given the way so easily, I asked and it was answered within minutes.  There is more to this part of my story.  The place where I worked was also a very holy Indian burial ground in Los Gatos, at The WineCellar where I was Assistant Manager.  I walked into this cellar of bricks below the old theater and was having a sandwich and beer.  The ower at the time Michael was from Iran and he asked ,"Do you want a job?" just like that.  Little did he know that was what I was doing that day looking for a job.   I said yes and started work the very next day.  The very strange thing about all this is that a regular customer Daniel who was the inventor of the first astrology computer webspace, and who had retired to travel everywhere around the world by foot.(yes he walked with a cane by foot on his travels)  Yes he had made enough money to retire for life!

     He told me that the wine cellar was very powerful , and that was why he would come there.  He did our astrology charts at the counter of the bar.  The owner Michael, Julie Hauck a waitress and later owner herself , myself and Daniel were all of the same birthday week, one day after the other in October.  We were all Libras.  He told me I had a Yod in my chart and so did all the others.  A Yod means the planets are alligned in such away that you have a strong force of energy and a direct path , which they call the finger of god.  I am touched by the finger of god.

    So, it was in this enviroment that I got the information for a place to live, the minute I thought it the next I was given the answer...  So there I was happy and enjoying the evening on my way to get some water... when a voice spoke in latin and I felt like I was in the presence of a joy and jollyness as if it was Santa Claus I was talking with , so jovial.  So happy I was threw out my body.  Telepathicly I said " I do not understand latin." And suddenly I did. The voice from within spoke,  "You are the teacher."  And I asked,"What am I to teach?"  

 "One the same." That was all, simple as that.  I was told what a martyr was and the pitfalls this could behold. I also was told it was my choice. All this was so instant and so overwhelmingly blissful.  I was totally at peace.

   Then the voice was just gone, and it was thirty minutes later and it had seemed  like only a minute.  My husband was sound asleep and I felt I remember something about how our Id would not allow us for long to remember or we would come out of the illusion and not be grounded to earth. I was forgetting... I thought this is strange, forgetting... so I wrote it down to remember.  I remember it so strong, but there is a force inside me to this day that tries to remove these thoughts, it is with a focus I keep ,to retain the memory of this momental day.

    I told my husband the next day, and he was uninterested as if it was beyond him.  I went to work and told Daniel and he said ,"No , God would be solumn and never be jovial .  God is a sacrid and rightous and holy being and would never talk to you(ME) in such a way.  It must of been a demon!" as he backed away.  Distincing himself from me,  I realized then that what a martyr is and had my own doubts. Wondering was this some dream.  But, no I told myself this is truth, and I believe.  So I took God up on the choices and I choose freely to be quiet and speak only softly of this to only a few.

    For many years I had a thought of what the words, one the same ment.  I thought at that time it ment something entirely different than I know now it means.  I thought it ment man and women and all people are equal and we should all love one another.  Little did I know what it really ment!  So as time went by, things just seemed to come easily for me, I would think it and it would happen within a  very short time.

    Once I was picking wild flowers far in the mountains at the end of Summit Road, where it turns into Highland Way. Next to the creek was an empty house on a large camp ground.  The camp ground had an olympic size swimming pool , bathrooms and large amphitheather of wooden seats built along the side of the hill.  A huge recreation hall and kitchen area, with many green painted picnic tables stacked and covered for the winter.  I was with two girlfriends that lived up the canyon road, Nina and Jean.  I asked them if they knew anything about renting this house because I was needing a place to move.  They both said no as they admired the rocks in the creek and enjoyed themselves.

    A minute later a little old man with a brimmed hat came strolling over from out of nowhere in the quiet of this day.   I walked up to him and asked impulsively," Do you believe in God?  He sent me here, and I need a place to live is the house available?"  The mans name was John and he asked me a few questions about why we were here.  Then he said,"Yes I believe in God, and you can move in immediately and can live the first month for free if you paint the inside  of the house," with paint he would provide, "The rent is five hundred per month and no deposit and you(ME) could live here as long as you want, forever probibly."  So of course I said yes and he gave me the key, just like that!

    There is lots of stories to tell of this place threehundred and twentyfive acres of mountains and ponds, wild boar, eggrets, crows,and deer, mountain lions, raccoons, pigeons, gypsy moths, ladybugs and all the children that came to camp three months of the year.  But that is another story.

    Back to why I learned what the meaning of what  God said, "One the same."  I spoke with my heart to god, and asked please to prove god was real.  I said to god, "Oh! There are flies and I can not leave the mountain", my husband was out of town on work, and I had no car, no radio, no T.V. and I was alone. Barely three cars a day would drive by the road was so off the beaten track and issolated.

" If you are real then bring me a fly swatter, something little and impossible for you to bring to me."  Ha I thought!  that will never happen.  Then next morning in the front path of my door there lay a old yellow rusted fly swatter, it certainly was not there before!  I still have God's flyswatter for that is what I call it.  So, I believed for awhile then I felt I was forgetting again , this feeling of lost memory.  Then the month of December came and I asked again because I was again in doubt. " One more time God, just show me one more time and I will believe.  Can you bring mistletoe?", since it was christmas time.

   So the night came and we went to bed and then during the night a car full of people stopped pounding on our door, they were lost.  My husband gave them directions and back to bed he came.  When I arose in the morning after breakfast, I finally went out front in the cold brisk mountain moring air.  What did I see?  To my amazement was about fifty little bundles of mistletoe with little red ribbons tieing them.  Scattered around, now fifty is alot! A grocery bag aleast full!  So you can imagine how delighted I was and my secret was sealed.  I truly believed in God.  How could I not?

   Time went by and my husband wanted me to get a job, so he told me if he got me a car, he wanted me to get a job.  I said sure no problem I can get a job immediately.  That week, I had the used family car and prepared my self decent to go job hunting.  The black ravens that took walks with me flew right next to the drivers window while I drove down the little winedy one lane road.  The road scared people because it was along a high ledge and had alot of mountain slides, but the views were spectacular.  I stopped at the bluff where the best view of Watsonville was and talked to the two crows that now sat on the edge of the cliff.  I told them this is as far as you can go.

   At the end of the road was a county store about fifteen miles.  I stopped and parked to get a soda and newspaper.  There was a Roto Rooter truck parked and I spoke out loud to myself which is strange,"Why am I looking at a Roto Rooter truck?"  All of this is true I swear on my mother and fathers grave, I am not lieing this is just my life.

   Along I went to town another few miles and applied at a retail store and was offered manager possition , I said I would think on it.  Then I went over to the unemployment office which was closed for lunch.  I am an impatient type and usually I would of not of waited and just gone on.  But for some reason I stayed and waited the thirty minutes. 

   As the window opened and I was the only one there, I walked up and the lady took my information and a call came in just then.  She said there was an opening to be a dispatcher at Roto Rooter Plumbing not far from the office.  Well I knew instantly that this was the job of course, though I knew nothing of dispatching it did not seem to matter at the moment.

   I arrived at the place I was to work the next eight years.  I went inside and immediately see this smiling red head with big glasses sitting at a desk in a one room office area, Jeanne.  The place was dingy and small, but I knew I was home,"Do you believe in ESP, because I am here for the job!"  I blurted out.  And dang if she did not say back, "Why yes I do!" and we talked for ten minutes and she hired me to start the next week.  She turned out to be very psychic and believed in many mystical things, a total open mind for a fifty-seven year old women. So that is how I got my job, but still I had not the meaning from God correct.

   It was years later, after my friend Nina had been very sick and was put into the hospital which I gladly drug my portable televison up to her room so she could watch D.V.D. movies,  The male nurse Steve, he was a witch he said and he felt he knew Nina from a past life.  They bonded and he moved up with her to the top of the mountain.  He had books, Conversations With God, by Neale Donald Walsch which I read all of them.  Nina also read them all, then we got the C.D.'s and listened and discussed, and discussed until we understood.

   Now I learned what God ment, One The Same.  We are all God.

Not just equal, yes equal but much more we are actually God.  We just do not remember, and when you remember you understand.  You understand the illusion of life we live in and can step out of the illusion and watch or be in it creating energy which is what God is, energy of life.  You are me, I am you , we are all one. So every morning I thank God.  And what ever comes is as it should be.

   Ok, so now go ahead and martyr me... God said that would be what will happen.  I have no fear I understand and stand  ready.

Love, herbs and spice all things nice.  Linda

Neale Donald Walsch

Every human thought and every human action is based on either love or fear. There is no other human motivation and all other ideas are but derivatives of these two.

this is what I believe...

An article on author, Neale Donald Walsch's book, Conversations with God