greed = blessings

Some weeks ago I had an experience with someone on the real estate field in our city. I had a buyer looking for a good deal for a house & lot that would suit their budget. I did introduce her to a property from a developer company where she finally discovered what she had been looking for, courtesy of my information. However, it turned out that the buyer had also contacted other people from the same company and someone had already inked the buyer to sign the call slip, although she failed to convince the buyer due to limited listings on the available properties. By company rules, the first person to do the call slip receives the S.O.P. commission.

It would have been alright with me, despite the fact that it had cost me much time, effort and finances to convince the buyer to purchase the property. I respect the company rules so I decided to personally meet with the person concerned who got the bacon for my effort, perhaps heaving aside the cold rules of the office machinery, a human perspective might be found in seeking the justice for my effort. I could speak for this, recently I gave my fellow broker an amount equivalent to more than 2 month's work for her contribution to a successful deal, even if she merely referred me to someone who knew the right property. I believe in sharing for someone's effort and I find it a pleasure to see them react gratefully.

So I decided to meet personally with this person, perhaps she would consider at least a refund for the expenses I incurred (that culminated with her getting the commission)? I listened to her various excuses.

Then she recited some bible verses, even invoking "God's" name and the 'blessings' she had received in her life. That made me contemptuous and suspicious. Sure, everyone needs money in this world, otherwise how the heck would you be existing in this mortal place. But to use the name of 'God' at other people's expense will surely deserve the spiritual barf bag. I decided not to waste more time, obviously such minds have the reputation of a shut-tight clam shell no worldly wisdom could ever convince them to pry open for the truth against hypocritical crimes. The company rules have its merit in keeping things in order, but surely, the necessity to transcend beyond these trappings in seeking the sensitive need for justice would require the warmness of being human, and not a machine. I'm beginning to suspect this may not occur in this situation.

Anyway, still in a civilized manner, I decided to end the conversation still hoping that perhaps someday a more enlightened human within her would emerge from such brainwashed sheep mentality. Perhaps, she needs time to contemplate, and I need not flare up mimicking the shout "you brood of vipers! you hypocrites!" that echoed more than two thousand years ago.

After many weeks I met her again and inquired whether she had thought about it, and that it should be by her own personal decision, and not the company's, or her group's. Her reaction may be summed up this way: NOPE

It's intriguing how Evil has succeded at lurking deep in the crevices of this society. Now, the belief systems of its minions had mutated in odious slithery such that greed has now become synonymous with 'blessings'.

fone test

I'm testing the blog with my new cellphone with wifi capability.....hmm will add up some pic of the davao park fronting me too, using the fone :-)

new year message, inspired by Barky

Here's my new year text message to my acquaintances (people in our country always do text messages most especially during special occasions):

"May we enjoy celebrating with every new year, but also with every NEW DAY."

Actually, it was inspired by my dog's habit: he always waggily greets me every morning. No matter where he is, by the time he hears the sound of my opening the door, he rushes right in front of me, whimpering and smooshing. His name is Barky (and gratefuly lives up to his name too).

Now if Barky always finds reason to celebrate every new day, it ain't an excuse for humans not to.

enhancing Einstein's theory (sticks tongue)

I still got the jitters the last time my post did a disappearing act at my rocket's theory science forum, so I'm gonna have to repost this reply just to make sure it sticks:

"I think I'm perceiving what eluded Einstein all his life, the merging of his Relativity theory and the weird quantum universe although I tend to see thing visually being inclined to art, instead of mathematically.

And as you may notice I did not contradict Einsten's E=mc^2 but rather enhanced it. Neither does it detract from the Uncertainty Principle.
Good to hear it Moonshadow, giving gravity an essence...as I mentioned it is a manifestation of Consciousness' presence. Banana you seem to rare to soar :)as I mentioned before the term Consicousness is a profound word yet to be defined so the term 'antiunconscious' would seem a play of words. However from my 'Rocket's theory' I perceive Consciousness as a Singularity that integrates both states of 'conscious' and unconscious'."

reply to science forum

I will be copy-pasting my reply here from my Rocket's Theories forum at my blogcatalog.com profile just in case it does another disappearing act like it did before:

From Urikalish: "Where to begin...? Maybe you can explain the fact that stars, planets and moons have gravity, but none of these have consciousness
p.s. The chicken-or-the-egg is not a real problem... Reptiles have eggs and preceded chickens, so the egg came first."

Now I have to repost my reply.
We can start with the last phrase I mentioned at my blog Consciousness is source of gravity:

'There is the core source of Gravity. To a profound degree Consciousness is within that core,the source of curvature, mass created by it,and gravity is the manifestation of the presence of Consciousness.'

Today's civilization and level of knowledge do not yet have a clear definition of what 'Consciousness' is, so it is wrong conclude that such and such do not have 'consciousness'. However, I would rather not that Consciousness be defined, but rather to be lived and experienced in this existence.

Basically, in this existence we presume of Consciousness with the concept of 'awareness'. However, in order to identify 'awareness' one must also consider the 'unawareness' for one cannot exist without the other. It is in this basic dual principle that one sees in every thing that we perceive and experience: light-dark, male-female, yin-yang, positive-negative that manifest the composition of physical existence,from the most basic subparticle and its eventual composition from a sand grain to planets and stars. I believe that this dual principle is what consitute the most basic core in order for this dimension to exist.

I postulate this with my 'rocket's philosophy':"The core of every thing, the planets, moons, stars, even us, are vortices" that operate with this Principle, and I will stand by my perspective.

As you may notice a planet does not behave like a paperweight as if its core were a heavyweight ball as theorized by conventional 'science'. Holistically speaking, a planet might ridiculously behave like a paperweight if it were 'unaware' of its core component as concluded by an 'unaware' earthling scientist. In this scenario, it is indeed not prudent to conclude that Mother Earth is not 'conscious'.

By the way, pardon for being blunt but they're just wasting their time looking for the illusionary 'graviton'.

Indeed seemingly simple question chicken-egg dilemma may be relative to one's level of awareness in answering the comllexity behind it. There was recent research however, that dinosaurs may have evolved from the feathery bird species.

I also have my version in answering the riddle: It's the egg, by a chicken from another dimension.

group discussion of my 'rocket's theories'

The forum I recently posted at the science group discussion on www.blogcatalog.com is heating up...

my rocket's theories

It's nice sharing ideas with scientifically minded individuals around the world, and a pleasure confounding 'em (grin).

childish?

This is still about the cloud forming thing which caused some stir when I posted the experience at our batchmates' website(our jubilee is on 2012; hmm...that's the time when the Mayan calendar ends and wonder what strange things are going to happen by the time these guys will celebrate it). Djan, who was my highschool classmate, reacted with his antic again and retorted that I was being 'childish'. The first time I met this guy I nearly gave him a flying kick because he kept messing my hair. After that our past time (for the last 22 years haha!) is debating , non-stop. Now he's at it again.

Childish? Hah! So I gave him a reply to leave him wacking his brains out (he's actually one of the smartest in class. In fact he's so smart with his brain functioning 24/7 he's turned insomniac):

Djan why childish? cloud forming is electromagnetic manipulation of the molecular frequencies of water vapor using your innate vortex effecting the core vorteces of things around you...

I wonder if he got sleepless after reading that (grin).

cloud forming

Maybe I'm gonna have to blog this, and you should be shot with a thousand pellets (or maybe just 100) if, after reading you still won't believe it truly happened. Actually, it occured last June during my birthday. My childhood friends Yong and Lloyd and their neighbor decided to hike towards the mountain from hometown, south of Davao City, by early dawn partly to celebrate my day ( we were actually avid nature trekkers so it's not hard to convince each of us to climb that mountain, Mt. Talomo thousands of feet above sea level) . So we walked on foot before sunrise and, amazingly we had no fuzz as we reached our impromptu destination about three hours later. Up there, after buying a delicious Marang fruit from a stall, my friends announced the 'hold-up'. Since it was my birthday, I must treat them to a hearty breakfast in that mountain resort called Loleng's just across the street. I gulped, maybe the price up there would be as steep as our trail. Ah, Lloyd volunteered to pay for the entrance fee. He's a manager (but I self-confess I'm his adviser hehe) so we half-expected him to do that. Well then, no problemo and we proceeded towards the gate and hiked what seemed to be a kilometric trail before finally reaching the resort.

Now watching the distant city, the wide seascape of Davao Gulf and the broad blue sky from up there was truly an exhilirating feel that made my imagination fly up. While waiting for those nosy waiters to serve our breakfast treat, I challenged my pals: let's play cloud forming. What's that? Oh, it's forming up clouds with images from one's mind. Lloyd was game, he said he wants to see a nude female figure. Er, I told him this game needs one to be pure in heart. But he insisted he's pure in heart. Ok then, let's wait some time while we gobble our tasty breakfast.

Minutes later, there it was, a weird cloud that looked like a female figure hovering over us on the upper left corner over the horizon. That was strange, I observed, because the figure only showed one breast. I wonder why. Cloud as it was, it changed form minutes later.

That was only the beginning. A dinner later, while treating my friends to a chinese fastfood meal, some of my childhood classmates wanted to treat me with their own version of 'goodwill' by inviting me to a bar with videoke cubicles and a hospitality girl (they're called GRO's-guest relations officers here to sound politically correct, and to mention some politicians are also their avid patrons) to order the night with. That's because, I suspect that all those years I seem to them a geeky and innocent (hah, thats what 'ya think) batchmate who deseparately needs their kind of 'baptism'. I played the game to appease them anyway, and this girl kept kissing me because she thinks I'm cute ( not really my type, but I think she's Lloyds fancy because he was the one who chose her). Anyway, to compress the story up, she got so desperate she finally showed one of her boobs (Aha! It was Lloyd's cloud forming antic finally revealed!). In conclusion, the night ended with the girl thumping out of the cubicle frustated she didn't get what she wanted, my other classmate literally pissing off the cubicle due to flunked modus operandi ( I suspect there's conspiracy involved), and me still retaining my 'purity in heart' kuno (hehehe!).

But between that night and the early morning trek experience with my friends, I'd choose the latter as the one that won the prize for one of my best birthday celebration ever (and it doesn't occur often). Add up the bonus of a cloud formation with a female figure with one boob, hah!

another of my 'rocket's quote'

"The complexity outside us are like shadows to the profoundness within us."
-Ric Vil Hori

bogged down

Darn, my computer kept bogging down and I decided to cut off my internet access at home. It's not comfortable, I can no longer do much blogging or surfing or expressing ideas like I did before. There's something wrong with this.

We should be needing organic computers. Not only that, we should demand, and be aware of other profound technologies and visions that will create great change and justice to humanity's present existence.

keymaker

This sci fi story that I composed was inspired by scientist friends whom I met in the chatrooms. It was recently printed at our literary group supplement page on a local newspaper in Davao City. This story, as with my other scifi compositions, were based on my 'formulas' like 'rocket's theory' and other personal viewpoints that I had blogged here previously.

Me, the Keymaker, and the Quantum Mechanics Bar
by Ric Vil Hori

One day, just as I expected it to be, I met the Keymaker in the cyber highway. So I told him “Hey, let’s go to the quantum mechanics bar and order a shot of neutrino. It’s cool, we don’t have to pay anything because the glass is empty anyway. Then, let’s chat about the keys to the mysteries of the universe.”

So off we went and entered into the weird quantum mechanics bar, for it only has one door from our Present, the only one there is in the entire universe for us to enter. Yet once inside, the quantum mechanics bar peeks into countless portal doors of multi-universes that co-exist with the universe behind our Present door. Rumor has it that, along with the Present Door where we entered, there are other distinct portals with doors from our past, to the future, and to our parallel Present universes. The strange thing about the rumor was that there will appear an inevitable portal that sooner or later we must enter because that portal leads to our Future. Yet, in the quantum mechanics bar, anything can happen, though the bartenders and customers who patronized the bar smugly treated such inevitability as ‘rumor.’

I have discovered that a game was being played upon us, for among the countless doors, a distinct portal will magically transform itself into our Future door when the moment comes, provided that we have the right magic key for it. This door becomes the portal to our Future Universe. I anticipate the magical transformation of this Future Portal, which is why I invited the Keymaker to talk about it, while we sip a shot of neutrino at the quantum mechanics bar. But the Keymaker claimed he did not know anything about magic keys. All he knew was making great keys, for he is a very good keymaker.

I told the Keymaker that we can actually create our own Magic Future, to which the Keymaker responded with a quizzical look. I told him to peek into the keyhole of one among the many doors of the quantum mechanics bar that enters into a Magic Future, where truly free people live in magnificent, highly advanced cities with lush green parks. The inhabitants ride in levitating cars, utilize free energy, travel to the stars, and even teleport themselves from one destination to the next. But the Keymaker showed neither excitement nor interest. For him, such a Future will just be ‘rumor,’ and he insisted that he does not know anything about making a magic key.

Then it dawned on me that even the Keymaker, just like any other person from the Present, was bounded by the dark magic of the Despot who ruled the Present Universe from where we came from. The Keymaker never knew about magic, for the Despot made sure his subjects are bounded with the illusion of an imprisoned Present. Through the ages he planned sinisterly to lead them astray towards the Prison Future, away from the knowledge of Magical Realities that would otherwise set the Keymaker, and the rest like him, freed from the Despot’s bondage.
Yet, the Keymaker, just as the other subjects like him, was obviously not as bad as the Despot. In fact, he tried to be as upright as the rest by reading the Black Book. But unknowingly, it imprisoned them with the dark spell of the Despot who ruled the Present. The Despot uses the magic spell of the Black Book to control the gullible. Hidden behind its moralistic trappings he had laid his trap, the door to a Golden Prison. Cunningly, the Despot secretly encoded within the Black Book the key to the Golden Door of the Prison. Lured with such promise, the Keymaker became obsessed with the Black Book.

From its wake the dark spell of the Book slowly crept into him, unwittingly stifling the Light of his own Creative Power to be imprisoned by the rigid impositions of the Despot. Now, the Despot ruled over the Present with iron grip to all its gold resources, and with such cunning maneuver succeeded at controlling its physical universe and the will of the people, including that of the Keymaker and all who must work for gold for their physical needs. From the dark rule of the Despot sourced the conflicts, wars, famines and all ills of the Present, cunningly manipulated by the Despot towards the golden lure of the Prison Future he has prepared for all gullible subjects, where he shall ultimately reign.

I gazed through the Keymaker and sensed the complexity of the situation. The dark spell of the Despot had already crept deep into him, and I could only scrounge for a flicker of hope, if there were any. Then, amidst the dark, startlingly intricate mesh of prison web of the Despot’s spell that penetrated deep through his system, I saw it. A tiny flicker of Light, faint, but still desperately glowing. I gave him the hint: rekindle the Power that they had stifled from you, then it will help you craft the Magic Key.

As usual, he gave me his usual quizzical look, which seemed, for now, more like a habit. But from his eyes I could perceive the fragile flicker of Light, slowly glowing. A hint of grin betrayed him and we decided to leave the quantum mechanics bar. As was the rule, everything that occurred in the bar will be dismissed as ‘rumor’ from the moment we step out of its door. Before we left and separated our ways, the Keymaker said he will go back to his room and play with the violin that he had stacked in the storage for a time now, and perhaps even compose a tune. It felt good to hear that.

In mere moments after leaving the bar, a swarm of the Despot’s minions suddenly surrounded my Keymaker friend. Indeed, the sinister, intricate mesh of the Despot’s dark magic that gripped the space-time dimension of our Present was astonishingly efficient. But I flew away before those minions came, for I knew the Despot and his intentions, and I could see through him. The minions were programmed by the spell of the Despot who ruled the darkness of this Present, to treat Freedom’s Light as despicable anomaly. However, the minions cannot extract anything from the Keymaker, for they were mere ‘rumors’.

He will be alright. The Keymaker will return to his room and play with his violin. I could sense him as he played with his music instrument, and the once faint flicker of Light glowed again within him, slowly but inevitably.

shortest sci fi

These were probably the shortest (six words) sci fi I had written when a website challenged readers to post theirs at sixwordscifi. You might like to try it too.

"The universe reacted with his thought."

Sigh, I had reservations for the other phrase "Did you detach my left arm?" Even with such seemingly simple challenge one still needs to vigilantly maintain the discipline in composing literary pieces. Many images could prop out of that phrase, like, was the hero a cyborg? Or did they have such excellent anesthetics the character didn't notice his anatomy part got detached? Recently I had observed that the phrase, unlike the previous one, does not necessarily complete a story because it hangs with a question. If I could change that, I would rephrase it with:

"Do not detach her left foot."

Maybe that would open up with more possibilities, like, "ooh...the culprit still had the gall to detach the cute cyborg's foot, now something's brewing..." etc.