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 Ezra,As I hope I have explained in an entertaining vein The most important bit of my story is the ultradilute dot blots because… because they are socially important they are a new science and and the key to the mind? they could change the world for the better. And there are just three bits left to tell (for now) …. not including…  The status of the ultradilute Southern dot blot back in 1991 four people had done the experiment in the old Botany Building University and College. It was robust. And Eweida tried again in the new Earth Science building, where to begin with it was fragile and troublesome: but he got it! It worked, he could do it again. (and) | ||
| Nature
sat on MAME's submission for four months, half a year's delay?, and then rejected it, and when Science (2) passed too, AbouHaider lost interest. He not enjoy controversy and there were (other) fish for the table that he wanted to fry.. So what did I do about it? What ever I could, but … but what … | ||
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I met Elizabeth Huston in 1991 (3)
she had just submitted her Ph.D. thesis at Guy's Hospital London, and was interested in filling in some time, research wise she was off to California in a while, but meanwhile she was interested in homeopathy We went and talked to AbouHaidar he said, "If you are going to try to do the ultradilute Southern dot blots, do it here," and he gave us the assistance of a lab technician who had worked with Mohammed Ewieda. It takes three and one and two hours on successive days to do a dot blot… three trips to, and stints in, the lab. Elizabeth (and I) tried perhaps half a dozen times, and in several manners, but didn't see the phenomenon. "But," said Liz, "they do bucket chemistry!" (Were the power lines outside the window just my paranoia.) Decades later (1.7 decades?) I was griping (on the phone, to my sister) to Julie (we so rarely speak…) I moaned, "I don't know how to get the dot blots out, out there. And it's so important. I want to write it for… I need someone who knows how to write for the New Yorker…" (5) And Julie said "Try writing it for someone who will publish what you write. Try writing it for the homeopathic literature." OMG, but that is so effing obvious! (18 years on) In 2006/7 I wrote a letter in the British Homeopathic Journal (6). When they sent me notification that they would publish the letter, I was so elated - for two hours... | ||
so what… so what…. so what to do? We'll I've tethered the tale to TAiS ! and if that brings me fame…. Inchallah then And I'm tell the story here… tell a friend! |  | |
The last piece here of the ultradilution story is how it ties into the mind. One of the reasons Why MAME's ultradilution is so important is that so many people think that thinking/experiencing, that that information is digital, | ||
0011010010100 | discrete,
quantal, binary, 0s and 1s e.g IOIIO "digital" they say and that's not helpful because it isn't 110100 010 00101 | |
| (it's poly-discriminative - it's not just yes and no, 1 and 0, left and right, dark and light, top and bottom, hot or cold, red or not red: experience is not binary… it's multidimensional. many quala mate (Oh, and the special magical spacial coordinates in binary code (there just code in the code) space isn't in the code! it's in the hardware, the screen! it's patterning space) It's pattern, mate! It's patently | ||
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pattern pattern). "Mind" may mean awareness and "mind"
means "mental stuff" (7),
experiencial "information" is not digital. It's a song, a symphony.
("Songs, symphonies,
can be digital." No, mate! They can be digitalized!
but the music, itself,
is heard! | |
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is not music. It is an annotation. Music is something you listen to. The annotation is something you read. The map is not the terrain | ||
 | Music,
and other mental formations, are not digital (in essence). | |
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a rose is a rose is a rose | Mind? The search for the mind? like a kitten chasing it's tail | |
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| Okay.
The dot blots... That's the most important part of my story....
another part of my story, though, is the painting/drawing, It's the thing I do best I was saying and it's wonderful to watch this ... this ... this beauty unfold …(footnote: the ink blots, how they would unfold... | |
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Some
part of my life is "herbal"/medicinal… sacred, you
know. | ||
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me and my dad and the cringiest thing I ever… chapter
what... I have to ask Karin if I can speak of that... | ||
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Meanwhile, back in chapter effing ten: the end of book one: beyond substance … there's one more bit to that tale to tell … the mind (bit) | ||
Other things that I need to wrap up here in chapter ten: - well, the lurgi: I'd not slept in the bedroom since September 7th/8th - it's December 3rd as I write this. I lay on the bed last week while editing, and yesterday reclined reading, and napped (and again another yesterday, writing this long hand). So far so good... Sunday, 7th December: I slept in the bedroom last night. "Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the…" So far so good. | ||
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the dot blots. One way I think ultradilution may be pivotally important is as a key to understanding "mind". Why? When we take a case (as a homeopath) we give enormous weight to "mentals" (e.g. emotion, | ||
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thoughts...). So, that suggests a commonality between emotions,
thoughts, mental stuff
and the remedies, these distillations of the songs of things,
the vibrations of salt,
or chamomile, for instance. The homeopathic remedies are patterns: these patterns can manifest spatially (c.f. Hans Jenny) or temporally (like music, a fugue or symphony) | |
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The
mind, then, is pattern... perhaps it's best metaphor.. | ||
While I was writing chapter nine, I thought, for a day and then fading, that I had "met the Devil" in the weave …. Earlier in this writing I may have cast a challenge when saying… as I've had a "sign" from "spirit" (and as that implies "God"): and no sign, yet, though, of the Devil… and then the spiteful spiders started chewing (and the wasp, and the lurgi?). | ||
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I had met the Devil (in the devil's mint tea): - one, I realized I needed to start a second volume to tell that story, and two; I proposed a deal to the Devil - I would write the story of our meeting (should that Our be capitalized if it includes Him?) I would write the story of Our meeting, and hope that 'ould pay his fee. A question about morals and morality: Was Nature's Maddox malicious? I will deal with the devil again, for sure, in the next book when I talk about secrets. No secrets in book one: beyond substance. I want it to be an open book… and here to close it... | ||
| Come
Clouds come clouds now that we are ready eclipse our too planned joy tomorrow we will plan again today's already gone along with childhood back into the vaults of would be might and when grey clouds blue clouds peach sky willow tree and rain tomorrow we will plan again. | ||
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| book
two: secrets chapter one: Maybe Cynthia | ||
| I
wanted to speak | |
who
killed the cat? | ||
fin
7th Dec 2014 Toronto | ||
Oh
Ezra.
