Animation / Kinesiology / Digital Media / X
2005
One day on the computer, I was with my nephew. I was doing something unrelated to the internet, when a
broadcast channel opened up with and unkown audio source on the computer desktop, in the background.
A man began by explaining the scott-irish decent line that he shared with
my nephew Kalob and I brought about by his shared line with the source of his maternal side. The idividual told me he had a powerful vision.
It began as an out of body experience durring sleep. His wife was acting out as a sexual role playing
catwoman in her sleep, and he could sense every kind of "soul" energy around, and it was noteably concentrated in powerlines.He then met an alien holding a monitor in the palm of one hand, and on that monitor was that same alien, holding another monitor and pointing forcfully down to the controls of the first one. I instantly knew that this alternate body of the alien on the other side was a result of the information technology which I am developing. When he entered the device, he was overwealmed with pure sexual extacy, which is common in that energy state. Immagine all the people hooking up all over the world in virtual sex or in any fantasy. He spoke that somewhere out there, there was "a man who was on his way to possibly discorvering, as unusual as it sounds, the 'Soul Particle' Code 10: The Base," he repeated, "Code 10: The Base." The whole experience, for me, was richly interative as though I was channeling my thoughts to him to speak. My nephiew could never understand at that age, or could he. I tried to write a few notes, but my nephiew occupied use of my pen. The man would studder his speach as my comprehension studdered. We were sharing an altered state somehow. This was live. I looked on desktop to find the program that was running it. It reminded me of Art Bell. This window said GodLikeProductions. The previous day, I was doing searches for "Seth Material" to see if SethNet was still around. I found a recent man, claiming he was rechanneling Seth. I believe, this was semi-true, "I could just as easily channel Seth or any other larger magnitude personality if I so well believed too," I thought. This still doesn't explain the timing of the material that was being dictated from what felt like an internet dream dimension. Code 10: The base, Code 10: The base he said over and over again. "Code 10: the Base," like this was a message to me. Deja Vu was uncanny. This was not any kind of random internet tranmission. From whom, to whom? A complete mystery. Two days later, I remembered throwing out what I thought was a meaningless line of script that had the exact same message. Instantly I remembered that it was something I wrote down coming out of a deep sleep state, a Life or Death message. I wrote it down with physical agony, unable to see or coordinate my physical activities. It was imparative that I remember it. Code 10: The Base, I wrote, before being uncontrolably knocked back into sleep. The only reason why I remember the contact, is how painful it was quickly find a pencil and scratch paper in the dark, and write something in the dark, nearly forgetting the delta state message in the process. The next morning I had no recolection of the incident. Days later, "Code 10: the base" made no sense as a script object, gametype input or output, any debugging line, so It was tossed in the garbage in discust over the bad script, which I did at the time. I had hundreds of index card sized paper scripts coming out of York Capacitor. I would chuck product with one hand, and if I thought of a script, I would write it down with the other hand. "Capture Base" gametype base is called FlagDurration. There is a Battlefield like BaseTrigger Nov. 19: Back to the soul stopping station to speek to The Oracle. Guidance by my lightess lead me around. The voices of a great many people were filtered out through my brain, and were of "me". She told me that I have been recieveing coded transmissions for the last year. I work as a double agent and sometimes fly in my dream state. The last creature I summoned was 60 stories tall, and was indefinitely locked back up. I can visualize and work out galactic equations in my head. Others have lucid dreams about my android. I have amputated both of my legs, and dissected my own arms to fully examine some of the fundemental flaws in modern prosthetics. I am out there finding answers. Leonardo da Vinci was the first to make autonomous body armor pick up loads. His life's work has everything one would expect to see from The Android Maker. Leonardo da Vinci: Design for a Giant Crossbow
Leonardo da Vinci's articulated armor doll was the deviced used to plagerized another authors work in "The DaVinci Code". This
lead to a ficticious betrayal, and a bunch of confusion over a secret society that may or may not include drSoupy.
The key to everlasting life is very well gaurded.
Leonardo left a well informed imprint on many paintings. His sketchbooks were more profound. Everyone knows he drew some vehicles of modern warfare in his sketchbooks, such as tanks and aircraft,
but, he really loved horses, twiting rope and using levers. Ol' Leo was a fan of the Crossbow. He never could quite get his hands on a Freakin' COMPUTER!!! The final Creature Convention
involves anatomical replicas of the self, being able to opperate articulated bodies, and how to program them.
The only useful piece of information in the ficticious book is the fact that Bill Gates has the rest of my drawings...
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