.:. simplyDream.org .:.

He went thusly so far down the rabbit hole he found the other side, ~ and now dwells in peace with a rather unique perspective.

I have another blog for this called careconnect.me but its not set up yet, but it will be cool- you will be able to donate to people and see their profiles and read about them, and place a donation to a coordinator who is a person like you or I just trying to help out and do good. It will have pictures, and dates of donations, and little 3-4 minute interview clips with the people if they are interested in having a channel with which to communicate with the world- they may do so through the coordinator or their profile if they have internet access- like a mini youtube- but think a very tightly focused documentary in real time, in the real world, in a very immediate sense-

they will be able to share videos with you and perspectives from their world.

Linking your want to understand homelessness, and their want to be validated as human beings and just understood.... As one- and fufilling a need at the same time, their ability to eat and get by. And your need to understand more, and perhaps form a relationship with one that you identify with, admire, or are fascinated by and find inspiration from. This world is a beautiful place, and the man or woman who is too proud to learn from someone else, of higher or lesser stature, with equal regard and reception for the lesson- ............ You understand. :)

iMAGINATION

“Imagination” – Painting by Denpong Wongserat.

So instead temporarily since this helps someone else “simply dream,” it fits here today and right now.

My Friend Asha helped a homeless gentleman outside of a grocery store in San Francisco I used to be a patron of, and the story touched me, so I wish to share it with you, and boost the signal of her mission at the same time. :–) It has been a long time since I lived in San Francisco, but I miss it dearly some days, and others not at all.

But those days that I do miss it, I will tell you, it stings straight to the heart like an electric knife, and then punches you right in the guts and the feels too.

That place will leave an indelible mark on a person.. Many marks. I lived about 12 life-times, in the 5 years I resided there. Then the universe said, OKAY! He's had enough! Pull him out... and send 4 random people walking down the street to beat him up, and then he moved home, re-discovered himself, his relationship with the natural world, his parents, therein his parents and him tried to adult, and it was messy- thanks san francisco, for all that perspective.. ha ha ha but so then many moons passed, and we are here today, and everyone gets along- but long long battles were fought, people bled, people got pissed, people had significant space emotionally or otherwise- for periods. But we worked it out. Because that's what you do.

So help this man simply dream, and in this case just get himself fed! So he has a fighting chance at living more days out, and I will tell you this without a shred of a doubt, and I am in tears writing this-

literally streaming-

Not everyone who owns a house is a good person. Not everyone who is homeless is a good person, either. But- when you are able to connect with someone- anyone- house or not, job or not, whatever or not-

it's because you are two human beings that have needs to be met.

and just like you, they're good people who want to improve the world around them in any way they can. Just like you.


I wrote a poem today, that hit me after having an experience outside today. I was stunned and leveled like I had been hit by a 2x4. I knew this already, that we all wanted to be recognized always when we were doing a good deed sure- I had been walking to the ATM, and thinking about “proximal space between people and situational awareness- in general- and how it related to human nature. More specifically, what makes people actually act on something that has complex variables attached to it.

But then I had spotted a gentleman ahead- and It was nice to see someone else out, and so I kept walking towards my destination eventually crossing paths with him, an elderly man- very tall, stocky but put together oddly, and a bit un-settling in appearance not dirty but, just- very very interesting. And not bad at all! I was certain he was a human fellow the entire time, and wanted to just walk by me.

As he got closer, he made a strange eye movement, which was kind of, erm- weirder than he looked- but still, in life, you can be reactive, or you can be active, or you can be the observer, or you can ha there are so many ways.

But I usually am the observer , listener, and thinker- then the doer the rest of the time, the puzzle putter together maker of things that didnt exist guy. But I have to work in the field to get the data a lot of the time! And this next thing that happened is what brought me to tears and answered a few other things I had immediately been thinking about.

HE looked RIGHT at me. And I loved it. But the look was so real, and so true- that it had me just about curled up in a bawl shaking in a corner, somewhere in the fronts-piece of the church nearby me in public view but hopefully hidden sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. I almost went at the knees kind of thing you know? It was weird. Weird because he felt he could be that honest with me, and incredibly humbling. The look that man gave me communicated what felt like the pain of life-times.

But it was also weird, because I'm ... The guy that takes care of everyone when nobody knows what to do and everyone has lost their fucking minds.. I'm that guy.

So this was weird, because I am crying again writing this- but this time- they're tears of gentle understanding, tears of station. . Tears of perspective.

I had tried to greet him, to let him know I knew he was there, and that I had seen him, that he had been seen by at least 1 other human, and validated if he didn't say a single word to anyone- that he knew at least one other person had let him know he existed and that he was observed, alive, and out and about in the sunshine. You ...... would doubt the importance of that, at first...

It made me write a poem.. Though- it shook my very core. Here it is, hope you get it and perhaps connect with it.


I said, “Have a Good Day.” -

I said, “have a good day.”

You are loved. So- Make it a good day.

You're a human man. Just like me. Make it a great day.

Tell someone else. You're a human man. Just like me.

You are loved.
Don't you forget it.

You are love and grace, power and humility.

You are agility, wisdom, and humor in self fashioned humble, honorable elegance.

You're a * human being *, Just like me. And don't you forget it.


next to what I assume would have had

So this is why I ask my friends weird questions. Hopefully, they know what I'm trying to do by now. Just make things better, in general- for everybody; Somehow. (over imaginary brain intercom, brain find tape of cellphone-handset-unlocatable-in-the-network-message-please-thank-you-Hal -

“Please stand by while the party you are trying to reach is located, message A-1.”

Yeah, that's what I thought. Don't feel bad, I dont know the answer to what I'm asking you about, I just want your opinion if you have one, or if it's not uncomfortable to briefly ponder it and let me know, your brain gets a mini puzzle, and my brain gets a part of a bigger puzzle.

Speaking of which, Asha Eden – the woman who is facilitating this fundraiser for Miles, loves puzzles, and so does her son, Malachai.


Here is Asha's Post, so you may help Miles, and perhaps visit Rainbow Grocery for something interesting if need arise.


So today, I want to go to Rainbow 🌈 Grocery in the Mission and deliver some financial prayers to a man named Miles I met who sells the Street Sheet.

I met him last week (on his 65th Birtbday!) at Rainbow grocery wearing a Batman t-shirt and a color changing peace sign headress. Miles is a homeless black man, all Heart ❤️, and reads his Bible daily. He has a cane and can’t walk well due to an artery that ruptured in his right leg while he was on the bus. He lost both of his parents years back and shared with me his heart still hurts because of it. Robby and I gave him a group hug with Malachi which left him in tears and “happier than ever”. He gave us a CD to listen to with my favorite song by Sarah McLaughlin called “Arms of an Angel” on it.

We gave him a few dollars then we had, and I gave him my phone number in case he would like to talk to his parents in Heaven, a session trade for his CD. He asked for Prayer, and I told him I would ask my father’s Parrish to pray for him.

Miles is all smiles. A Beautiful Light-filled Soul. He called me today with a voicemail and a blessing for my family while I was napping. He is asking for financial assistance now, Sweet Man because as he put it, “God does answer Prayers.”

Let’s answer his Prayers!

Here’s what You can do:

  1. Go to Rainbow 🌈 Grocery in the Mission and support this man. Tell him Asha Eden sent You.

  2. If You would like to contribute but cannot go...Venmo me Venmo ~ Me @Asha-Eden and I will make a contribution in Your name in cash and place it in a gratitude 🙏 note for him.

  3. Keep him in Your Prayers. This man has the biggest heart and smile I have ever seen!

Please share! If I tagged You it’s because I believe You will share, pray, or donate.

Love 💗 to You in AllWays! WeAreOne. Xoxo


That was beautiful (!) :–) Donate (this link <— goes straight to Asha's Venmo if you can.

sincerely, Omar or (Ramon Borema) on facebook, formerly the artist known as Ramo Rema. :-p Long story. But now is not the time.

If someone is homeless and asking for food, they're probably hungry! This is where you need to immediately forget everything you were ever taught, look this person directly in the eyes, and feel. Soften your guard for just a moment, and while you are staring eyes locked intent to see the person for whom they really truly are- regardless of smell, or appearance- (showers dont grow outside!–) when you feel it you will kow instantly, and then you can give them money or be polite and go away.

Thats how I used to handle it when I lived in San Francisco, unless the person seemed or was clearly unstable then I just walked very very fast.

You gotta survive, man.

But this post is about Miles, and people like him.

and if you have a few dollars, and you understand how much it absolutely sucks to be hungry- you were drawn here together to help one another.

Simple as that, from how I see it. No strings attached, energy goes where it needs be.. Currency is money is voltage is power is a representational unit etc got it i know you know this already and Miles is needing some voltage in his belly, if you dont mind all my ridiculous word-play.

If you are reading this, and have enough to eat, and a spare dollar or three or 15- send them to this man, so he can fill his belly and rest well. And get up, put his boots on, and see another day, and

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


I could talk about so many things, but I was looking up some art, and ran into a Chinese wood-cut, and it got the memory wheels spinning.

In October 2005, I was working full time as a professional photographer, with an insane level of visibility to some very important people, it was a tremendous honor to have worked in that capacity, and it was very very very interesting.

In I believe if memory works at all on this, the second weekend of October, and I found an article dated June 17th, of that year- talking about the event shortly coming up but does not mention the date it took place- [here.] (https://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Hong-Kong-painter-s-work-coming-to-S-F-2661933.php),

But a sensibly appropriate and interesting to look at Fang Zhaoling: A Life in Painting, Asian Art Museum of San Francisco– Chong-Moon Lee Centre for Asian Art and Culture, USA artist biography and history here .

But I was able to otherwise track down the event and museum commemoration and my photos of all the people there- took place likely Oct 1st, 2005, as this quote from the San Francisco Asian Art Museum Director illustrates.

“The work of twentieth-century Chinese women artists is now coming into focus,'” writes Asian Art Museum director Emily Sano in her preface to this book, “'illuminating many remarkable stories of talent, resilience, and will.'” One of those stories is that of Fang Zhaoling. “This catalogue of an exhibition of her paintings at the Asian Art Museum of San Francisco from October 1 to November 13, 2005, sheds needed light on her long career, during which she has consistently produced innovative work of charm and distinction. Fang Zhaoling was educated in the techniques of traditional Chinese painting. “ “It is is a testament to her determination and her family's foresight that this was so, for such an education was uncommon for women of her generation.

She continued throughout her life to form important associations and collaborations with leading Chinese painters, and she has played an integral role in the history of modern Chinese painting.”

Crazy, and hard to believe I was there.

It was an honor to meet her 8 grown children, one of which served as the Chief Secretary of Hong Kong, from 1993-2001 – which is the second highest ranking office in the British Colonial Government. Humbled, truly. She was really nice, the brief time we interacted. I did get to address her briefly, and it was an honor, but I forget what I said, besides some kind of compliment about her mothers art- which I think was the only appropriate comment since I'd never spoken with her before.

Anson Chan

Here is her official title, out of respect:

The Honourable

Anson Chan

GBM, GCMG, CBE, JP 陳方安生

and here's a bronze bust of her mother the artist, Fong Zhaoling, or Fang Zhaoling, or Lydia Fong, the artist. You can look up her work, it is ** fantastic ** .

fong


// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


and it's not quite right, but it's mostly there.

fixing that tomorrow, but here is the launch announcement:

“www.Link-Link-Link-Link.Link” is a website where you can keep track of the blog-o-sphere as created by Omar Amer, and the various submit.as and write.as projects that are linked either as vehicles for enhanced co-working around building the-realized-network.earth, or around some initiative that involves writing, brain storming, sharing or other things which will be understood by those working on them, and the rest of the team.

write.as 0 views Edit Share Posts Launch: https://www.Link-Link-Link-Link.Link What is Link-Link-Link-Link.Link ? – it's a site to keep track of my write.as and submit.as blog-activities – which consist of actively building a meta modular network architecture on top of and inside of the internet for the future and the present- and other links to various blogs and projects I am involved with, as the site matures and becomes better organized.

Okay, so Dive in !

and realize at the last minute i borked the layout and will fix it tomorrow.

I realize that some of you claim I am hard to keep track of, you are not wrong, and I am aware of this. Hopefully this helps a bit. Each blog on the link link page has a subscription box at the bottom- so you can follow along with a project you like the sound of by email. . once you've subscribed you can expect to see updates without any work on your part! Just read.

But oh, so subtle correction – I'm not hard to keep track of, that's an out-dated matrix. The vision you should hold daily contains everything around you, not just what you're thinking about. That is a more accurate semblance of a true human situational awareness, unfortunately for many a keen sharpening of the senses habitually is something that never occurs to them, or isn't simply seen as a necessity- ever. But this is not ideal, and without getting into it, you're here- you're reading, and that's fucking fantastic.

Link Link is a directory of all my stuff, in one place, and hopefully it's an easy site to navigate, and you find good use in it.

https://link-link-link-link.link

but, ^ : This (I mean that ^ ,) should help. Click the “Linky-Link” above.

And if you want a good laugh, consider the functional metaphor in action.

You are clicking a link,

To a site,

That is full of links, aiming to find purpose, and understanding of what I'm doing here, and you will find-

links to other pages and descriptions of what those pages are.

If it has been hard to understand, that's because I never told you I was building a network. But, now you know so hopefully this all starts to perhaps make some sense.

Link-Link-Link-Link.Link is the personal directory hub, of my projects. Some of them will branch out into their own top level parent projects, and some are involved in other things, but I'm going to try to keep Linky Link as top level and general as possible, and let the rest of the network guide you through it as your needs faciliate your use and participation of it and within it.

But, it has been a very busy day, and rest assured for you other engineering types, all other inter-related and meta-correla are planned to be appropriately assembled into meaningful, functional, efficient, and utiful engines and operant active thought forms in motion. Will your work benefit millions? Will you make a commitment to your life, and to humanity – to work starting today to create a better one?

This isn't hard. We just have to work together and work as teams, and take care of what's important – not problems that were handed to us we didn't create. That's an endless spiral of despair, and it's time we pull humanity collectively out of that and get to work.

Aimin but serves as the beginning announcements and general links page for announcements and information and intake forms and follow along and all manner of other things and inter-correla and eratta but organized appropriately where one would semantically expect it- and yeah hi okay time for relax now, it has been a very busy day.   but it has been fun. go check out www.link-link-link-link.link

published with write.as

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


I have one of those brains that has two modes... On, off, and electron drift....

Electron drift is a state between passion and the next thing, which is usually a blank spot in the head intentionally so – (where you can remember the last thing but you're not really thinking about it, just happy it finally works... )

But working mode is working mode, not working and face-booking or working and picking your nose or working and eating, when I work things catch on fire i dont give a fuck. im busy dude, and we got plans.

But simultaneously, – i mean i live. i just do that other stuff then go back to my desk and paper and fountain pens and typewriter and laptop.. and synergise endlessly until I am happy enough with it to stop for a while- or my eyes glaze over and I realize I need to stop (also common.) then I eat or do other stuff. and make sure to have stayed away long enough to visualize next steps as I am falling asleep—– this helps a lot the next day.

if i need to do programming or design in my sleep, i do and wake up, handle it and then have usually an entire day to myself because it is literally perfect fit, and then it continues on ward..

but i was thinking about my working style and executive functioning and its actually fucking fascinating – just how many different kinds of expression and forms there are of focus and producing things- among different people, – without getting into it I feel it is marvelous and exciting to ponder casually. :D

here's what I dropped onto the face-o-sphere. I should probably put this under the it happened on Facebook series” which is going to live at https://wtf.omfg.blog so if you want to read about those happenings which is basically me finding something on facebook and giving an opinion on it, with a photo, and the original post, or part of it- then please head over to wtf.omfg.blog and subscribe.

I shall likely make the facebook thing interesting and turn it into an ebook- “what we were doing with our time”

make it interesting , and somehow export the entire thing to a working directory that screenshots oh wait i can just do that shit by hand no scripting required .

just because you can doesn't mean you should. this is a very important part about being an adult.

i have no reason to write a python script that scrapes and screenshots facebook posts by urls i feed it with json schema... while that would be fun someone did it already i bet and while relevant, a screen shot by hand per article is a better solution as i cant get that 18 hours of coding the script back :)

Oh, I did promise you something I just wrote on facebook eh? Its funny because I actually have some work to do.. and its a substantive length post, so here we go, and then off I go, and then back I come, later today.


unedited, so may not flow contextually with above, outside of meta topically.

when i try to ignore that I am an engineer, it fails terribly . . only moments before i'm planning and dreaming something else while simultaneously revisioning other things, i just can't get away from it unless i go sit in front of trees... one project for an up and coming sincere mother and yoga/common sense/addiction/breathwork toolkits type being, (she is launching a global media channel for herself, and it will be a great and likely complicated launch but will look simple and be easy to use and navigate etc :) haha

and well, know know if i am left to my own devices i will just re-engineer everything very slowly which is where im at now, so perhaps you want to pay me to fix some stuff for you, so i can break up all that heavy lifting and do something easier, because while i cannot ascertain any accuracy in my solutions, i am trying to solve problems that affect tens of millions not just fix something up that sends you email when your friend responds... so i am fucking busy over here, and literally have no idea what i am doing, except what it looks like, and some computer and other skills in various categories...

but i do anyway, and press forward fucking relentlessly, and learn as i go... why? do you have a fucking better idea? this is how things get done. discipline. focus. dedication. working on it when you dont know what the hell you are doing and refuse to quit as a commitment to how fucking important it is, but mostly as a working style. Once my teeth are in it, sorry bro- end of story, we have a relationship with a thing and i am an elephant..

so you can see how there would be an endless bunch of problems to solve.... and to have to sort through,

so ive settled on communication mostly for now, or things that operate around it, or make it easier, or making whatever someone is paying me to.... and listening to what THEY want not what I think they said. :-p

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


it occurred to me nobody really has any idea about anyone unless they grew up with them, and I have no idea how I am percieved in general, but I assume..

Generally one of three things, and this article mini article what-have-you is designed to hopefully alleviate worry or confusion or bring additional clarity to more-so the true motivations and workings of my character surrounding breaking down the perception that:

  • I enjoy thinking like a quantum super computer,
  • I like to think all day
  • I am smart, (I'm not),
  • I am egotistical or conceited
  • I'm mean or I think you're below me.

None of this is true. :)

What is true about me: – I'm humble – I am capable of being smart, – I know a lot of random shit, some useful, some not, some of it links together. – I am so dead simple the guy rocking back and forth in the corner is thinking more than I am at most any given point, period- ever.

How? Meditation for 20 years. But, ...

I mean, here is the long and short of it okay? I am capable of processing and synthesizing and understanding * extremely * complex things most people simply cant. Do I enjoy it? Not really. Does it have a useful outcome when the skill is applied correctly with intention for the correct (short) duration of time, and only to solve a problem that is identified and relevantly useful to solve in the world or a personal context? ** Yes. ** and then I'm done, and go back to thinking nothing at all, which is my * default mode * .

The rest of this blog article is originally a response to my friend, Cheryl Readman who mentioned something about not being that advanced with computing, but was happy to report she had subscribed to my blog here. (or maybe it was the other one), I was * very * excited and honored to see that, and was fixing an other computer issue so have been away from the * social * internet all day. But I am proud of her for figuring out how to subscribe, and I am honored she decided to do so. Any time we can learn something new, and feel good about it- that is a win. No matter what anyone else thinks- If you're having fun and not hurting anyone, rock on Garth.

Okay, so here's the rest of this babble, and its rather long, so I have put it under one of those “Read More” thingies that you click on, and back in the day we called it “a livejournal cut” the rest of the writing was “below the cut” ha! but I still have a dream of making vivejournal.com into a successor better than livejournal, but after seeing what matt has been doing here, and spending a week with it, I was laying in my bed and figured it out.

Matt is designing a content rendering system, not a text inter-operability system. I knew that when I was talking with user_0x78 on #2600 and he kept hammering home this fediverse thing, I initially admit I shyed away because the name is stupid. Federated Universe. Forgive my latin proclivities, it shouldnt need be allowed. We need jump * directly * to creating what we want and using their black magic words to bring it forth, and if we want a fully self governing system that we write in free open source software code and share it with whomever wants to join the network, then that is what will happen.

I knew I was drawn to Matts project for a specific reason. As soon as I saw it, I thought “My GOD FUCK” this is brilliant ! and I wanted to either work with him, or have him work with me, on the-realized-network.earth . because the more I read about the guy, we are trying to do the same thing. build a fully autonomous meta modular suite of everyday life software and install it contextually on top of and into the regular internet wild, but also have other utilities inside of the suite, such as a product that makes sense of the rest of the internet, and seeks to chop down how much data and how complex it is- based on only what you tell it you wish to find, or wish to see.

A simple, extensible easy to browse internet that does the things you'd want it to, and none of the garbage. Perhaps the most treacherous and disasterous thing to sit back and wait for it to stop in the last 30 years has been something my dad told me when I was less than 5 years old- i dont recall where i saw the thing, but i had seen a computer and asked him what it was- he said “omar, that is a computer. as you grow up and become a man, they are going to change the world.”

Fediverse bothers me because it implies semi autonomous. Sorry not interested. I'm only interested in designing fully autonomous software from the user perspective of “data flow” the rest of it, as we know software isnt like water in terms of adaptability, at least in terms of the domain of time and editability through thought. so we will avoid trying to be 100% literal since that is not going to faithfully define and encapsulate in any deliverable form a truety- you cannot have autonmous software until you have software that you can re-design on the fly with your intentions to suit new purpose or adaptation.

the closest thing I can think of is software that respects your data-flow and work-flow and overall ** process autonomy ** and if you cannot do a task as it is configured, it will make inroads to connect you with resources inside the realize network to make it done, or make it so- as captain jean luc picard of star trek would famously say before shit got real, and he brought back order and decency to the USS Enterprise, and some bizarre far flung corner of space. Picard was Warren G's Grandfather, in this sense, but both men made sure that shit got done.

A good engineer is no different, and makes sure that people know it's being worked on, but don't know when it's going to be done, and also don't generally know the engineer is working on it, because the announcement style isn't bragadaccio ridiculous, it just announces the thing, and they forget as life goes on and eventually everyone is surprised on release day.

:–)

okay im tangenting my own piece, so i'll stop typing an inserted paragraph which has turned into 8 or so.

Well, as with (it is almost painfully sweet to say this), as with ......everything... the man is right. I cannot actually think of anything off hand that he's been wrong about. There is a bit of selective memory there, but to be honest, when it's not about me, and it originates from him, he's never wrong. It's probably half he never talks about things he doesn't understand, but really- when you ask him, and he's got enough time to answer you- he'll pretty much have an answer for most things, or let you know immediately if he doesn't know or isn't certain.

I wish more people were exactly this way, it really would go a long while in solving a bunch of communication problems.


okay so heres the rest of my long post i wont edit it for continuity to make sense with the above, but just know i wrote what is below about half an hour ago, then thought about it, and wrote the above, and pasted the old one below this colon:

you just inspired a blog entry that i will paste here, but i am also putting up on happy spirit or whatever- ill make a new facebook post about it. but here it is if you want it fresh off the presses. ===== the stuff just plain and simple is by its very nature confusing. its like a natural system, but a surrogate that lives inside a box, and has this thiing we call keyboard attached to it. so yeah it is going to be confusing, the computer mimics natural processes, but does so slightly differently- so the important thing is to have a concrete understanding of what is what when using the thing- as a tool, and then you have no worry at all. the thing i worry about are the kids who grew up connected to computers. they may not have the experiential brain chemistry and wiring from having lived without one until their brains got big. I mean, i started in kindergarten but very limited and on a old 1980s dinosaur. and just for word processing through high school as needed by school or a teacher. i got a cellphone in 11th grade but it was just for emergencies or if i was out late, and was not the focal point of my world, in fact i usuually didnt even know where it was. im not much different today, after the last 12 years in iphone land (i do like gadets but sometimes it takes me a while to see that one isnt really needed or useful) i have reverted after all that 12 years of iphone tinkering, and hacking – i used to make a custom over-all experience for my iPhone, i had changed all the settings, and icons, and the way everything worked, to be fully suuited to my taste, so i was pretty deeply into it. 12 years later i have lost my iphone willfully and literally have NO idea where it went. i just know i never wanted to see it again but to safely put it somewhere not throw it away, and i succeeded. it has been 10 weeks and i have looked really hard, no avail many times. 😃 so i stopped looking also. but yeah, tech is confusing, long and short of it. and the older i get the less i enjoy it, but the more i want to just interact with it functionally at its level, to get it to do things that make regular human life better or slightly enhanced in the speed or utility department, but i have otherwise no use for a computer besides writing, or playing a film, or listening to an album. those three things, a computer does very well, and the level of complexity required to do those things is pretty minimum once you figure it out and set it up. so, thats really about all i do, other than try to build complex things as quickly as possible and get the hell out of dodge, back to simpleton ville. because i dont know what the general outward impression of me is, but i am a very simple minded human being. LOL. no fucking joke man. i can think about complicated things, and understand them very very well, but that does not mean i enjoy it. i dont. i only enjoy the outcome, and only think about complicated things when i feel its going to solve a problem or further solving one im already working on and trying not to think about, letting my intuition take over the process of when i actually write any notes down or spend any time looking at it a new way, etc. otherwise my brain is on autopilot and i dont have worries i dont have desires, i dont have racing thoughts, i basically dont have a damn thing in there at all, and it is really really nice, and how i prefer it.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


but i am not about to read it and find out, for it is the end of the day, and i have now to un-wind. . .

  • shared as is, as I found it, as I am closing other windows * :)

For me usually the first thought is, “whoa, I'm still here.” then, where is my cat?

Next we jump pretty quickly to wondering how long it will take out to get out of bed, (and this is probably a consequence of a decade of trying everything to fix traumatic un-invited injuries (car accident, assault, etc- the post here talks about it, among other things:

I have been recovering from a very long term series of catastrophic injuries which have taught me a lot. This is a note to self as I round the corner on finally remedying the root causes that-post

So a common theme for me in the mornings the last decade has basically been “oh shit, I woke up again wow!” and “okay so now how do I get out of bed without suffering? So you can probably not imagine unless you have had a similar tragedy, how much something like this affects every aspect of your life.

Down to how you feel about yourself, and how you interpret the actions of other people.

It's trendy to call this PTSD, but it's a lot more accurate to call it deeply unresolved emotions, and life experiences that did not go as planned, and were contextually becoming deeply meaningful to the person experiencing them. This is not an easy transition to abruptly not having the influence and confluence or ebb and flow of some really good energy that you were learning from or growing together along with as you both experienced things, or what ever the situation looked like- humans are not wired to enjoy the removal of something pleasurable at an undesired time, however we're also wired to figure out how to either get the thing or experience back, re-create our own, or do something entirely different that may or may not include any part of the thing we liked at first.

But PTSD, hey lets call it something else shall we? Lets just not call it anything.

So the thing that happens to a lot of people, is emotions or memories of experiences get stuck.

The likely-hood of this happening increases *quite a bit as you chip away the things that breed security in someones life- routine, sense of station, a place to sleep steadily, a constant supply of food or some indication it's around and find-able, and this kind of thing.

When these stable elements are less consistent or some are missing or so on, you get a higher likeliness of experiencing a scenario.

(I'll finish this after coffee. I woke up late, made tea and it sucks. I'm going to go roast some coffee. By the way, I roast coffee! Yeah. More about that later.

  • and the rest of this entry too )

okay so I came back to this and don't know what i was writing so i will abandon this entry. :D

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


:) ++ Contact Details ++

Today has been fun. I hope yours was nice too

This is a test of a pinned post. (note this post is currently (not) pinned however.

Matt said you can put a pinned post and use it as navigation element. That's what this is a test of, so let us find out.

/me pins post.

Whoa cool ! It works. ` /me unpins post.

/me makes proper “about this blog post, and edits this entr.... ::blink:: Oh Hey There. Yeah okay bye second person reflexive, That was a bit odd, but pleasant.`

So yeah, now there is an , about this blog. I put my contact details there if you really want to email me and discuss something.

But please for the love of Pete, be polite, or I'll create a filter rule to send all your email directly to the shredder without even reading it. ;–)

(yes seriously, I'm too busy to read childish shit.) Be nice please and thank you.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


(and so is the zen master. read on for that . )

Due to residing in a mixed biome, – where the pacific meets a farming crescent/delta and simultaneously a coastal zone makes for a truly remarkable and unique energetic signature to the local area here, a fertile pocket of land, nestled against a valley, and partially against the base of literally the longest contiguous transverse mountain range on planet earth herself – the Sierra-Nevada range.

Here, beginning at around dawn, from the time the plasma starts getting pulled in by the synth-lect-co-and-brothers-and-sons, for its re-distribution to its “customers,” or slaves, depending on how you see it- a utility is a utility, in function alone anyhow, – The birds then begin to start up their own wireless network for the day.

The plasma thing though, besides the obvious, it just- since it's all around us, that we have been raised to think one thing of it, and it clearly isn't that – to the behest of that organization – well I am not going to ever have a formal answer, just a formal station. Although the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced they're trying to do good, too. But most just don't look at it the right way. Perspective, she's a real feisty tricky mistress, that one. Sometimes her mood changes by the second!

But the power thing, – it raises a few questions, even to the most elementary of observers- although having those be vocalized a modern rarity- language around such a proportionate deception is deliberately in absentia within our sociographic and largely even in any semblance whatsoever – the higher echelons of educational “mental re-tomography” centers, I mean colleges, MBA programs, PhD programs..

So much becomes hidden when you focus on the bright tip of the flame. But yet you are an object in motion, with facilities that stitch together reality if you have learned to command seemingly disparate “sections” of your relation to the world, and your understanding of the self in the same form-

A master is a different kind of creature. A commitment to riding a wave of un-ending change, but also- creating that wave. And – here's the weird part- ultimately, through allowing the wave to create itself – through the advanced final state (the natural state of a true master) a full state unification of all senses and facilities – and the outside experienced fully without affect as the inside, and the inside of the master experienced at the choice of the master either fully as the outside or in part or none at all – this agility – is a quality of the master that only comes from understanding every single rock and grain of sand, and its station, form, function, and properties – lots of focused practice, adaptation, iteration, and ** nothing else. **

A true master lives the lessons of mastery, but understands the peril and reductions in life potential that come with “specialty,” and “title.” You see, the irony is the master turns away no subject, but sometimes may disappear for a day or a week or so on end while becoming a master of a new vein of know-how, floating through the aetherial breeze to him.. And on that note, many doubt that electric potential is all around us, then what is lightning? But an evident visible phenomenon – indicating there is electricity about, perhaps it's just a giant spark, gap discharge, no? :-p

But about those birds.. each hour bears a different and occasionally mixed song- however they are very random as to when inter-species social hour occurs, but hearing gulls caw and crows rousting about with finches peppered by the shrill sounds of a few higher octave variety birds, it is quite the delightful and most unique melange for which my heart is joyous the times I attempt to intentionally decode their language.

Someday, perhaps they'll invite me for social hour- as an honorary guest of the “Aves” Class.

// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


Welcome to my New Blog.

Here is a doozy of a first post, which goes all over the place.

Instead of Posting an “about me” entry, I'll just do that later, and instead jump right into what is on my mind this very second.

The general format of this blog though are personal reflections and perhaps some observations, but I have another blog to talk about the rest of the world. It's www.earthbound.news.

So, here's what is just a sliver from the moment this crossed my mind..

(If you check back on this later you may notice editing or updating of sections, this is because I typically just publish first drafts of everything.. I am ** too ** busy, by traditional standards, or trying to “take on too much,” but in response to that potential secondary critique, I have spent the past 20 years methodically training my mind to focus on nothing except if I put something into it, – .. barring of course a major stimulus response event, like something spontaneously combust next to me, I am so focused and disciplined I can choose to focus on one thing, or nothing, and when I focus on nothing, I am guided by [my intuition], [my instinct], [spirit], [god,], [my higher power], [buddha], [krishna,] [jehova,], [jesus], etc.. its the same thing.. Yes its the same thing. (I feel anyway, with respect to your customs and traditions.)

Think about it a moment. Moving right along since that's not what I'm writing about, but of course as religion and faith and possibility are popular topics, and I am no stranger to finding them a myriad of fascination and quagmire both – we eventually will attend to writing about some of those things, in some capacity. Please hold, Jesus is running late to your lunch date, would you like to extend your Uber? (More on all this later.) But don't trip, your parents exist, or did at some point. ;–)

So back to my “method,” - I am doing less waste action, because I trained my mind to focus on nothing, I usually just make a bullet point list of things i want to have done by the end of the day, sit down, think about nothing, at some point i pick up my coffee cup and drink it, at some point I smoke, and at some point I start working. I stop here and there. I take a nap if I feel like it. I may unplug my phone for a short period (but you can still leave a message), but there are varying degrees of focus occurring, peppered by meals and what-ever-else stuff, and eventually sleep or leisure time.

But work is leisure time, if you have the right mindset and aren't digging ditches. But even digging ditches can be that too in mental and thusly created and associated framework experientially, by the ditch digger. The power of belief is 4/5ths less an actual thing. That's why it's “powerful.” The power of belief. I know you've heard that. So, slowly we're going to pepper this blog with etymology lessons, and linguistics and mathematics lessons, as I see it fitting, oh and logic and rhetoric and a whole bunch of other stuff.

This will be fun.

But my method? I only focus on one thing at a time, but i dont even know what the task is, i just know my bullet point objectives, and may have a separate document for each project (i do,) with details and particulars i haven't committed to memory yet, or are so important weather or not they are memorable they track the ontology of the project and thus are requisite for the structure of the notes, but otherwise the entire day is fucking fly by the seat of your instinctual pants, nap and eat shit, and play with the cat. Not a bad shake. I only schedule meetings with other people, but nothing with myself. (because I assume I already know without having to try or look for a thing to do...........).

** So, here we are.. **

The actual thought:

I have been recovering from a very long term series of catastrophic injuries which have taught me a lot. This is a note to self as I round the corner on finally remedying the root causes of those injuries, 12 years after I started trying to heal.

(In 2005 I had a near fatal car accident, in which I was nearly decapitated, and then proceeded to crash the car into the cement divider at full speed.) a few months later, I experienced enough psychedelic drugs to make most people probably expect not to come back (but if you understand bio-kinetics-and-pharmacology you'd understand really it was just a very large dose.), village hearsay fables of fantasia be damned.

Then in 2008, while walking to work one morning, after having danced ALL night the previous evening (from about 10pm till about 4:18am), (because I was scheduled for work and standing there at 4:25 when this happened.) .. and “time resumed” ie “it became 430” . because from 4:18 to 4:25 i was in strange company.

-First I was asked what time it was. I held up my bare wrists and politely informed them I did not know. -Next, they asked “if they could see my wallet.” I removed my wallet, and prostrated its contents- and apologized. “This is all I got, I've been out of work, I just started this new job, I'm sorry.” and I held out the $2.00.
-You can imagine what happened next, since contextually this is being mentioned inside this blog about my life. -For the next (roughly 4:20 to 4:25), I was brutally punched and kicked, without notice it was going to occur, from a few seconds following the guy taking the two dollars, but .... ** from the opposite side of him (he was on my right front), and I was suddenly kicked in the kidney. The left one.

Then I was punched in the right side of my head by the guy who took the two dollars, (presuming he didnt move.) Then I got punched in the middle of my lower back. Then I got kicked by what felt and was a left foot somewhere else, too fast for it to have been that second guy, but then he moved and confirmed he existed, forming a tight triangle around me. Then there was the fourth guy, who walked over and punched me straight in the face after the other guy had gotten done kicking. ** when I say brutal i am not fucking embellishing, ** they formed a box around me, and took turns punching and kicking until I was nearly dead.

How did it stop? I nearly collapsed. In fact, I was blacking out. Had my head hit the ground as I went down, or had they managed to hit it or kick it, I would not be writing this blog post. I'm sure of that.

Instead of fully hitting the ground, I managed to get a low squat going, and then I pushed up with all my might, locking target on the guy directly in front of me, and when I got up to full height, I continued with one solid movement from the ground position I began in, and punched him so goddamn hard in his jaw that my fist did not lose any resistance until it ran into the air...

and I saw the bones in the corners of his face sticking out, and eesh it was gross, but his jaw was broken clean off, and could not close on its own. His eyes had popped out like a cartoon when I hit him, and popped back into his skull, from the force of impact.. I may be peaceful but I am powerful.

Also, I had a pocket knife in my pocket for cutting open boxes for work, am very grateful they did not find it , but I did not think for even a split second to use it on them. Nor would I have, had I remembered it was there.

I humbled away after they ran off into the subway after they saw their buddy, and walked home. My buddy was at my apartment from the night before, I'd tossed him my apartment keys and suggested he go take a nap (which he was doing when I got home), and he woke up and asked me “what .... hAApened?” I said “I got jumped.” he said, brother you're a warrior, did you go to the hospital yet? I said yeah, I just got back from there. I had walked there and then went home. Sorry, it's hard to tell a story like this even though you may gloss the periphery thousands of times, a small detail like “did I go home first or to the hospital?” may obscure until you see it in print.

Anyway, the hospital was fun. I wasn't there long, and I was very nice, and informative, and they were not helpful for shit. But that is par for their course, and another story entirely, likely never worth writing about.

— (I am working at learning markdown, these blogs will have better and better formatting as we go along..)

The note to self is this: “As you see the patterns and feel them come up that are closer and closer to the injury date itself, you will uncover further and further levels of “debris” cleared elector-magnetically and physically, spiritually and emotionally- (and finally aetherically too.) There is an ** inextricable ** connection between a trauma, and its affect on a persons delta in-congruence in their behavioral patterning, is what I'm learning, more-so than commonly understood, or even therapeutically discussed, if I am correct about this hunch.

When you finally re-experience the injury to clear it, and really feel that pain the same or don't but the result is you're okay with it, I'm thinking it should be done. I say thinking because I haven't fixed it yet and am uncertain if this kind of thing has its own category, or even if such a thing is needed. Odds are it isn't, and a thing is a thing and doesn't even need a name. After all, does your dog actually write out its name, or speak it or does your neighbor know your dogs name without you telling it to him?

Names are subjective – is my point here.

They don't mean anything. They represent things, as symbols in speech, or in your mind and thinking.

So the injury should just pass, and my registry of the earlier stages both physically and mentally and emotionally, and (lately experientially) as well, a very strange odor I recall from a decade ago, various feelings, and other patterns, (the odor is long gone), but that kind of thing stands out, and I see the pattern and timing regressing and matching perfectly with key events memorable to the past 10 years, and the period now I am experiencing weirdness from the memory dept-

That stuff is from 2010. The injuries were in 2008. So we are pretty damn close. Coincidentally, (not coincidentally at all, I feel ten years younger than I did 6 months ago.)

This whole process is weird. I cannot stress that enough. But .. You live. You adjust. You choose to be happy, and you do it again. And each night you resolve to lay down and wake up again and do cool meaningful stuff the following day. And if all goes well you wake up. :–)

Okay, I'll talk more with you folk later.

Just know, this process has been one of the most difficult I've navigated in my entire life, due to the complexity of it affecting many things, and that is saying a lot- I have been through a lot of things else-wise.

But the note to self: As you approach the finish line, be gentle, be patient, be observant, but don't look- just go about happily your normal business, just be aware there will be an increase in temporary intense stuff, but it's almost over with, and it's nothing you can't handle- and it won't last- it's clearing out and temporary, so when it happens don't ... “respond.”

No thinking needed. To be non-reactionary and observant without effort is in most cases the pinnacle of power, because of its agility in station.

What is station? A definite physical position, or relative situationally dependent one planned to be received as imagined, but in the near or immediate future. Station is also the command of ones resources and will power, of ones discipline and focus, ..........yes dummy, the ability to create magic. And bring things into reality, or excise them from your reality, without destroying them (in 98% of all cases anyway.)

You really can have what you want. You've just been taught the wrong methods, and have been thinking about it wrong. That's 2/5 wrong. Odds are the way you went about it was wrong because of those two, then you're 3 for 5, and the only things left are your spiritual resolve (willpower) and your aetheric formulae of the event contributing to your template out there in space (the air out there) (and down here) (and down there- under water). So you will lose.

You gotta do the 4/5 right and then your in the gold. But anyway, that all brings up a very complex thing that isnt complex but has been made so – which is called in neu hippie circles which are now the “boomers” – “manifesting.” Do you see how stupid names are, and how easy it is to mislead with them? Start learning to see things for what they are, and how they act, and try to remember those two details over time, you get a third characteristic – a pattern, if the behavior changes or deals in quantity or outcome- this is helpful.

Slowly but surely, I'm going to teach you the weird stuff and strategy I use to think. I don't expect anything of you, but if you happen to learn a thing or two, the extra effort will be worth it.

Plus, as it is currently planned anyway, you will be able to search for books by hash tagged category later, when they are around, and they will be basically similar to the cliff notes series – except I cannot call it that so I don't get litigated, but you will be able to buy them or browse them on (https://www.howto-thing.com) “Howto-Thing” or “How To Do That Thing” -

So you can support the author, (they wont be expensive), and you can learn stuff and keep the information in your own e-book library, or your phone, SD card, Kindle, iPad, email, zip disk, printed out on a hard copy (also available for sale), or printed out on an ink-jet put in a shoe-box put in a safe with your disaster supplies, whatever your preference -

soon you will be able to buy my know-how on a great many topics by subject, and own it forever! and benefit from it, forever! and share it with your friends (but please send them to the site don't send them all the files man), just tell them about it and how it's helped you if it did.

That to me is the greatest compliment, and the best marketing. I don't need to be validated with words or a compliment or a gift, your gift to me is your personal growth, and sending me the cash for the book so I can continue to write and help people without having to do the 25 different jobs I currently do and manage all at once....

Whomever said free-lancing was easy was a time traveler from a place without a scarcity based economic cog-and-fly-wheel-type-system...

But about 60% of this blog was unplanned and meant for later, so that is my cue to actually eat my dinner. It's what happens when I'm hungry – ideas start flowing in too fast to do anything and eventually they stop, and I fall asleep. So, because I am not done yet, I eat, and then do more cool shit.

Then I sleep.

But back to your message of the day-

** It's okay. **

** All is well. **

So all that and some other sauce , sides and main courses were the learning and lessons for today, but this is perhaps the most pertinent and salient- the most important...

The one about going slow, being patient with the self. This is one way to support yourself, to go slowly- and don't force yourself or your body to do things it shows resistance to, either physical, emotional, or yeah. If there is resistance, there is a reason. If the # of variables present are limited, deduction is a relative surety. However, that was not advice, nor a course in logic, just a partial match on the outcome based on operators and such.

Oh, but station is discipline and responsbility, and the “location” or “station” it gets you in life. (The results of your efforts.)

So, that was my lesson for today, and maybe it applies to you too, but if not then hey, look at that- I was vulnerable, and you were interested enough to read it. Perhaps someday, we will find a shared commonality, a mutual respect, and a proximal geographic location, and can be friends.

:–) ~perhaps not too though,

due to the variability of of the universe, * and all that. *

take care, ~Omar

Oh, and Hi. This will be here a while this is my new diary. There is also a daily “public facing” site, (https://www.earthbound.news) Earthbound News – and well – the (https://www.agglomerator.blog) Agglomerator is more for some other things coming up, but I wanted to introduce it to you and then leave it until it does what it's meant to.. So you know it's there, and have time to book mark it, subscribe via email, or subscribe via RSS, because things will be announced there later.... (and maybe here, but definitely there.)

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// -Omar ~ Be. Do. Actualize. omar@ideamissing.com


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