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Post by LUCY on Jun 13, 2006 14:33:44 GMT
17th I'm sorry to hear that you're going through a rough patch but I assure it will get better. It always does. I went through a personal hell exactly ten years ago and music pulled me through, in unexpected ways. One seemingly endless, sleepless winter's night, in the midst of my crisis I played an advance copy of a song sent to me by the artist, a man I have a lot of respect for and, for whatever reasons, it propped me up and literally told me that it was going to be alright. All of it. To this day I don't know why this song made me feel as good as it did, but it just did. Charity of Night by Bruce Cockburn. Not what most, or really anyone, would consider an uplifting tune. It's actually made up of unsettling lyrical vignettes, but the melody poses a musical question that gets resolved so elegantly and softly it offset the wicked little stories he told throughout the song. Good follows bad. Please forgive me for being presumptuous, I'm not suggesting that music is you're cure all or tonic but it can help and I know the light will begin to show itself to you before you know it. I wish I could set up a jam session with y'all. There's a great rehearsal studio in NYC, it's an institution really, and you all have an open invitation should you ever find yourself here and in need. Perplexed, I'll bring a couple of my big name buddies if you bring a couple of yours. ;D Must look up that song.... Studio? NYC? YOu mean the one in the Broadway district, the one on like, 46th is it?---With the creaky stairs that lead upward to those rehearsal rooms....ah yes.... I have been there, er, twice. Or maybe more, if you count the all night Howard Johnson's eatery next door.......... uhm....pancakes in the mornin' with tomato juice and a side of real crispy bacon, decaf, 2 eggs scrambled well........yum...... count me in.......I can't play but I sure can cook breakfast, a breakfast of a lifetime at my place...perplexed, well done scrambled? You are missing out on the true beauty of the egg. I play food the way you play notes
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Post by Perplexed on Jun 14, 2006 3:32:15 GMT
Must look up that song.... Studio? NYC? YOu mean the one in the Broadway district, the one on like, 46th is it?---With the creaky stairs that lead upward to those rehearsal rooms....ah yes.... I have been there, er, twice. Or maybe more, if you count the all night Howard Johnson's eatery next door.......... uhm....pancakes in the mornin' with tomato juice and a side of real crispy bacon, decaf, 2 eggs scrambled well........yum...... count me in.......I can't play but I sure can cook breakfast, a breakfast of a lifetime at my place...perplexed, well done scrambled? You are missing out on the true beauty of the egg. I play food the way you play notes You tempt me, my dear. I can already sniff the magnificent aroma of a gourmet omelette, or perhaps Eggs Benedict, or better (what I know of haute cuisine you can fit in a thimble with room leftover)...... and cheeses and canadian bacon and belgian waffles and toast points with strawberry jam and omg I even love corned beef hash...... ...to the kitchen. Is that an invite? Are you in NYC? Next time I'm there, I'll private message you.......
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Post by Ludwig on Jun 14, 2006 19:58:42 GMT
"Studio? NYC? YOu mean the one in the Broadway district, the one on like, 46th is it?---With the creaky stairs that lead upward to those rehearsal rooms....ah yes.... I have been there, er, twice."
LOL, I see you know your NYC rehearsal caves. Alas, the old Howard Johnson's is no longer. It was shuttered unceremoniously last year and I was suitably saddened by that. It's where you went after theatre or rehearsal or after a good debauch (younger days). Lucy, would you have a spare plate for a wayard drummer with no HOJO to GOTO...go to? I do dishes as well.
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jun 15, 2006 1:12:03 GMT
In reply #3, 17thBeatle wrote: "Byrds, have you ever had any preternatural experiences in your life that were related to Beatles music? I'd love to know." I haven't forgotten your question, 17th; I'm still waiting for an opportune time to try to answer it. Ok....uh, no. But that's not really true, I guess. Hard to say because I was 14, and all the music was magical in a way. More later, I'm sure. In the mean time, it does appear that many of us are close enough to NYC that we actually could get together for a PARTY AT LUCY's! Perplexed, if you're going to be in the 'hood be sure to let us know! Can't have a party without you! (And don't try that quiet 'breakfast at Tiffany's' stuff with ol' Lucy either, or we'll have to taunt you Mersey-lessly. You know, "Perp and Lucy sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (or something like that)"
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Post by LUCY on Jun 15, 2006 3:30:16 GMT
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Post by LUCY on Jun 15, 2006 3:36:00 GMT
. Lucy, would you have a spare plate for a wayard drummer with no HOJO to GOTO...go to? I do dishes as well. any 'ol time you wanna take a little train ride. Like waterfront brunches with golden mimosas?
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Post by Perplexed on Jun 15, 2006 9:35:24 GMT
In reply #3, 17thBeatle wrote: "Byrds, have you ever had any preternatural experiences in your life that were related to Beatles music? I'd love to know." I haven't forgotten your question, 17th; I'm still waiting for an opportune time to try to answer it. Ok....uh, no. But that's not really true, I guess. Hard to say because I was 14, and all the music was magical in a way. More later, I'm sure. In the mean time, it does appear that many of us are close enough to NYC that we actually could get together for a PARTY AT LUCY's! Perplexed, if you're going to be in the 'hood be sure to let us know! Can't have a party without you! (And don't try that quiet 'breakfast at Tiffany's' stuff with ol' Lucy either, or we'll have to taunt you Mersey-lessly. You know, "Perp and Lucy sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (or something like that)" What a grand day that would be, and I am all for it. Ah! The workings of the mystery of the mystic scheduling cherubim; alas, who knows how they will from above dispense the tide of future events making such a social intersection near Manhattan with all the beloved PWR'ites a possibility. Verily? Where is Providence in all this? Sayest thou, Rhode Island*? Nay, but naught! May it never be! Let it be New Jersey! What did I just say? OK: I think it would be great! But I don't know when I can get there............at present......although I am scheming........BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA * Correction: Rhode Island is a lovely place to visit, or, so I am told.
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Post by Perplexed on Jun 15, 2006 9:53:40 GMT
"Studio? NYC? YOu mean the one in the Broadway district, the one on like, 46th is it?---With the creaky stairs that lead upward to those rehearsal rooms....ah yes.... I have been there, er, twice." LOL, I see you know your NYC rehearsal caves. Alas, the old Howard Johnson's is no longer. It was shuttered unceremoniously last year and I was suitably saddened by that. It's where you went after theatre or rehearsal or after a good debauch (younger days). Lucy, would you have a spare plate for a wayard drummer with no HOJO to GOTO...go to? I do dishes as well. Well, let's see what can come about. If I get up to NYC in the foreseeable future, I am SO there. And, Lucy, thanks for the invite. Hojo is GONE? The last time I was there, no, the time before that, in the 90's, I noticed Angela Bowie in the booth behind me. Then I came home and played a little cabaret gig at a place called "The Masquerade", (a special event) and, again, Angela Bowie WAS THERE. Well, turns out, she owned it, I think. She may still own it. There was a third time, but I forget whereit was, but it was concurrent to the first two. What could it mean? I finally realized it means that there's no such thing as JUST ONE coincidence. Life deals us all in at least groups of TWO PER INSTANCE, whether we like it or not. (Meaning a minimum of three related events, two surprising coincidences following one notable event.) Which yields a mathematical axiom of my own contrivance, both illogical and unreasoning, yet fully indicated by times and provocations. "Perplexed's Rule of Determinates in The Non-Reasoning World of Chance"In a given survey of population x, (persons sampled) the minimum repercussion of related events defined by a singular qualifier (in this case, Angela Bowie) is determined to never be less than two repeats (termed Ø), when the value of y is greater than or equal to any unexpressed tangent ratios whether related or unrelated to the total cubic area contained in an assymetric rhomboid, where the x,y,z planes are contained in curved, non-linear space, no rational permutations can be shown or proven. My assertion above does do childish insult to the science of probabilties. And, for that fault, I offer my humblest apologies to the ancient Greek deity "Statistica", goddess of the Random Fields, and also, the Hunt for "π".
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jun 15, 2006 14:49:00 GMT
No offense meant; I apologize.
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jun 15, 2006 14:57:11 GMT
In the mean time, it does appear that many of us are close enough to NYC that we actually could get together for a PARTY AT LUCY's! This may not be a good time to be hanging out in NYC. (See: MABUS thread: 60if.proboards21.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1149814744&page=1 ) I wouldn't put it past Bush to set a bomb off there (again*), and blame it on the Iranians, but the prophecy suggests the possibility of authentic revenge. Please, all of you, pay particular attention to your inner-guidance at this time, wherever you are. * rense.com/general72/911dis.htm
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Post by LUCY on Jun 15, 2006 16:12:32 GMT
My inner guidance tells me.......... PARTY AT LUCY's! ...then crawl under a rock, sleep it off and hope for the best. Me grasshopper. ;D What's the stockmarket doing this week?
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jun 16, 2006 1:04:49 GMT
One seemingly endless, sleepless winter's night, in the midst of my crisis I played an advance copy of a song sent to me by the artist, a man I have a lot of respect for and, for whatever reasons, it propped me up and literally told me that it was going to be alright. All of it. To this day I don't know why this song made me feel as good as it did, but it just did. Charity of Night by Bruce Cockburn. Not what most, or really anyone, would consider an uplifting tune. It's actually made up of unsettling lyrical vignettes, but the melody poses a musical question that gets resolved so elegantly and softly it offset the wicked little stories he told throughout the song. Good follows bad. Please forgive me for being presumptuous, I'm not suggesting that music is you're cure all or tonic but it can help and I know the light will begin to show itself to you before you know it. Lyrics and comments by Mr. Cockburn here: "Perplexed's Rule of Determinates in The Non-Reasoning World of Chance" No! No! No! How did THAT get here? Here 'tis: cockburnproject.net/songs&music/tcon.html"And the song itself [ Charity of Night].... is really about reconciliation with the things that happen to you. Both the good and the bad things, and being able to remember it all and somehow live with it." "The comment was that this song is reminiscent of, of or is, he's relating it to The English Patient, presumably the novel more than the movie. Yeah, there's a, well, in some ways I'm the English Patient!"www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/plotsummaryPlot Summary for The English Patient (1996) Beginning in the 1930's, "The English Patient" tells the story of Count Almasy who is a Hungarian map maker employed by the Royal Geographical Society to chart the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert along with several other prominent explorers. As World War II unfolds, Almasy enters into a world of love, betrayal, and politics that is later revealed in a series of flashbacks while Almasy is on his death bed after being horribly burned in a plane crash. Summary written by Anthony Hughes {husnock31@hotmail.com} The moving story of a Hungarian mapmaker and his dying memories of the romance that tragically alters his life. Burned horribly in a fiery crash after being shot down while crossing the Sahara Desert during WWII, he is tended to by a Canadian nurse with ghosts of her own and haunted by a thief seeking answers for a crime from his past. Summary written by Kerm {kerm@psu.edu} In a crumbling villa in WWII Italy, during the final days of the European campaign, a young, shell-shocked war nurse (Hana) remains behind to tend her doomed patient - a horribly burned pilot. Through the gradual unraveling of his life and the appearance of an old family friend (Caravaggio) and a young Sikh sapper (Kip), the question of identity is explored. Summary written by Gustaf Molin {gustaf.molin@usa.net}" www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/young-neil/after-the-gold-rush-1315.html"I was lyin' in a burned out basement With a full moon in my eyes I was hopin' for a replacement When the sun burst through the skies There was a band playin' in my head And I felt like getting high Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie" Quote from the Dezombificator, post 183, page 8, "Paul Is Found...Where?" thread: "This pic is from the opening of Sgt. Pepper Lonely Hearts Club Band (with the Bee Gees)Many Explosions Tracking an Airplane...." (end) Ok, I know this is quite obtuse, and totally in keeping with "Perplexed's Rule of Determinates in The Non-Reasoning World of Chance"
but try to follow along this strange stream of consciousness thingy here: 17thBeatle sees the BeeGee version of Sgt. Pepper and is "turned on to" the whole Beatle energy web. The movie starts with imagery of a plane being fired upon. His friend Ludwig finds solace in a song whose composer compares it to the film/book "the English Patient" which is about a World War 2 pilot having been fired upon and shot down like what's shown at the start of the BeeGee Sgt. Pepper movie! As well as in a scene sequence from Magical Mystery Tour, which happens to be a bit reminiscent of the scene described in Neil Young's verse in "After the Gold Rush" where a WW2 soldier is lying in a basement waiting to be replacedbut suddenly is Neil Young in 1967, hearing the story that Paul is replaced. and so Ludwig and 17thBeatle find solace in a common link about how one comes to terms with life's difficulties, (even if it's from one incarnation to the next), and so the message is the same one, manifested in different media to two seperate people, who seem to be like brothers. Far out, huh! No? Well I'd still bet Ludwig and 17th are linked in a past life, and if not, they may have none-the-less psychicly tuned into the whole Paul plane escapade on some level, which may have been Paul's way of trying to re-live and "make right" having been shot down in a previous life during WW2. (That is, if it happened at all.) Which is to say, Paul may be counting Ludwig and 17th as his "brothers" in a "grand family", (not being really really dead) and has sent them encouragement through whatever media they had access to, be it imagery of a bird soaring above troubled waters on an album called SEE, or a Bruce Cockburn song about the charity of night. "Oh yeah! All right! Are you going to be in (Paul's) dream tonight?" Nah, I've never had any preternatural experiences listening to the Beatles' music. But I really liked "Eight Days a Week"!
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Post by Perplexed on Jun 16, 2006 3:50:37 GMT
ok, byrds, man, I am just sittin' here, groovin' on your post here, this last one above. That truly speaks, it pours out ideas and feelings, connections, and some real "meat" as it were. This thread has done some travelling, really walking around; it's got legs. I liked it!!! Typing "I liked it" is an inadequate way to impart to you the sense of pleasure I got from reading it. You addressed it in a fanciful way, a way that regular readers here can grasp the possibility of dharmic connections in the secular, materialistic climate of our times. (Oh, I like material goods and secular pursuits as much as anyone else.) You introduced "dharma" in a way that makes further discussion appealing. Whatever dharma really is, or however real the notions of kharma and spiritual "balances" are, your post carried the idea that there is more to things than the obvious. You successfully reminded us all that an individual person's "book of life" is indeed composed of more than just a series of dry events occuring in linear sequences for predictable, cliched reasons. Lives are lived in multi-dimensional, over-lapping mosaics full of color, texture. We can't always see because we're in it. Sometimes a circumstance or a person can snatch us out of our own mosaic just long enough to look back at it and see the "art" being made in our lives. There may be a rough corner or two, but the overall view is what a picture makes of a million words. Your relatively few words painted a thumbnail of the bigger picture...... We can click on the thumbnail and get a better resolution....... Everything is inter-related, if only in the tiniest, most microscopic ways sometimes. Like the molecules of water in a pond. No one can toss in their own personal pebble and fail to send waves through the whole volume of water. And what if multitudes are on the water's edge tossing at the same time? If the water were still we could always see our perfect reflection......... Everyone in the world has a little tiny piece, a scrap, a half-thimble, of God inside them. We are God's pebbles, being enthusiastically pitched into this great big pebble-pond called life. Which is why I am coming back next time as a pile of leaves. I am tired of floating to the bottom with all the other rubble.,lol BWA-HA ;D HEre is a little site furthering describing some theories about the dharma/kharma stuff: www.nderf.org/soulmates2003.htmA little "touchy-feely", but some intriguing ideas. I have reached my total of 1942. I can not post again till after Paul's birthday, except on the off-topic board. Be back after the fabled event, celebrated in a certain song.....
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Post by Ludwig on Jun 16, 2006 10:24:12 GMT
Byrdsmaniac! I am blown away by your analysis. You and Perplexed have made seemingly obtuse connections jive in karmic, dharmic and alarmic ways! It also brings something full circle here, for me anyway. If you go back a few posts I mention the book I just finished "The Holographic Universe" by Michael Talbot. Here's a BIG taste. "In 1982 a remarkable event took place. At the University of Paris a research team led by physicist Alain Aspect performed what may turn out to be one of the most important experiments of the 20th century. You did not hear about it on the evening news. In fact, unless you are in the habit of reading scientific journals you probably have never even heard Aspect's name, though there are some who believe his discovery may change the face of science. Aspect and his team discovered that under certain circumstances subatomic particles such as electrons are able to instantaneously communicate with each other regardless of the distance separating them. It doesn't matter whether they are 10 feet or 10 billion miles apart. Somehow each particle always seems to know what the other is doing. The problem with this feat is that it violates Einstein's long-held tenet that no communication can travel faster than the speed of light. Since traveling faster than the speed of light is tantamount to breaking the time barrier, this daunting prospect has caused some physicists to try to come up with elaborate ways to explain away Aspect's findings. But it has inspired others to offer even more radical explanations. University of London physicist David Bohm, for example, believes Aspect's findings imply that objective reality does not exist, that despite its apparent solidity the universe is at heart a phantasm, a gigantic and splendidly detailed hologram... In a holographic universe, even time and space could no longer be viewed as fundamentals. Because concepts such as location break down in a universe in which nothing is truly separate from anything else, time and three-dimensional space, like the images of the fish on the TV monitors, would also have to be viewed as projections of this deeper order. What else the super-hologram contains is an open-ended question. Allowing, for the sake of argument, that the super-hologram is the matrix that has given birth to everything in our universe, at the very least it contains every subatomic particle that has been or will be -- every configuration of matter and energy that is possible, from snowflakes to quasars, from blue whales to gamma rays. It must be seen as a sort of cosmic storehouse of "All That Is."... Then in the 1960s [Karl] Pribram encountered the concept of holography and realized he had found the explanation brain scientists had been looking for. Pribram believes memories are encoded not in neurons, or small groupings of neurons, but in patterns of nerve impulses that crisscross the entire brain in the same way that patterns of laser light interference crisscross the entire area of a piece of film containing a holographic image. In other words, Pribram believes the brain is itself a hologram... Our uncanny ability to quickly retrieve whatever information we need from the enormous store of our memories becomes more understandable if the brain functions according to holographic principles. If a friend asks you to tell him what comes to mind when he says the word "zebra", you do not have to clumsily sort back through one gigantic and cerebral alphabetic file to arrive at an answer. Instead, associations like "striped", "horselike", and "animal native to Africa" all pop into your head instantly... But the most mind-boggling aspect of Pribram's holographic model of the brain is what happens when it is put together with Bohm's theory. For if the concreteness of the world is but a secondary reality and what is "there" is actually a holographic blur of frequencies, and if the brain is also a hologram and only selects some of the frequencies out of this blur and mathematically transforms them into sensory perceptions, what becomes of objective reality? Put quite simply, it ceases to exist. As the religions of the East have long upheld, the material world is Maya, an illusion, and although we may think we are physical beings moving through a physical world, this too is an illusion. We are really "receivers" floating through a kaleidoscopic sea of frequency, and what we extract from this sea and transmogrify into physical reality is but one channel from many extracted out of the super-hologram. This striking new picture of reality, the synthesis of Bohm and Pribram's views, has come to be called the holographic paradigm, and although many scientists have greeted it with skepticism, it has galvanized others. A small but growing group of researchers believe it may be the most accurate model of reality science has arrived at thus far. More than that, some believe it may solve some mysteries that have never before been explainable by science and even establish the paranormal as a part of nature... In a universe in which individual brains are actually indivisible portions of the greater hologram and everything is infinitely interconnected, telepathy may merely be the accessing of the holographic level." Seemingly obtuse connections? Algebraic and geometric patterns of coincidence? 17th Beatle, Byrdsmaniac, Perplexed, Lucy, BP, Jojo and everyone here is here because of such connections. Everyone here tapped into JPM's universal and spiritual vibration. Everyone of us has been granted a piece of the truth. We will continue to weave and cobble until we realize it. The connections will eventually bring us together to jam and enjoy toasted croissants and jam at Lucy's (BTW Lucy, waterfront mimosas sounds like a slice of heaven!!) Thank you Byrds. You really did something here tonight, much more than you know! You needn't be afraid of NYC. Face the fear and PARTY with us! It's all hyped fear, you know, PTB control-through-the-media stuff. Can it be dangerous? Sure, but if you're smart, which you obviously are, and stay true to internal and spiritual guidance you'll have no problems. A jam session followed by jam session in the city! A splendid time is guaranteed for all!
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Post by beatled on Jun 16, 2006 21:56:31 GMT
Hey Ludwig et al, great great thread! Also cool to see the Michael Talbot book mentioned, I read that a few months ago, Valis turned me on to that. I know what you mean about not being afraid of NYC, or of a place in general really. Been there a few times as an adult, although I lived there for a few years as a little kid while my father went to NYU. Funny thing, back in the 80's I went to Peru, and many people were quite alarmed, like oh you're going to be killed, there are the Shining Path guerrillas, etc. I ignored 'em, haha. Turned out it was quite peaceful, we went to Cuzco, climbed Machu Picchu, still the best trip of my life. I think if you are fearful, then you WILL attract negativity, otherwise, no worries. Perhaps to really understand this mystery, the ordinary five sense reality is always gonna be a gigantic failure. I mean, it's operative to a degree, but there needs to be an understanding of the reality behind it. Were the Beatles hip to the holographic nature of reality, or believed in this? I wonder (and I'm nowhere near coming to some kind of conclusion on this) if it would be constructive to look for hints in Pepper and beyond?
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Post by byrdsmaniac on Jun 17, 2006 16:58:24 GMT
Number 17, Number 17, Number 17...? www.virtuescience.com/17.html"Jâbir Ibn Hayyân, in his book "Book of the Seventy" (Kitâb al-sab'în) attaches a very great importance to the numerical series: 1, 3, 5, 8 and 28 (the sum of 1, 3, 5 and 8 giving 17), because according to him: "All, in the universe, is governed by the number 17 - the metals for example have 17 'power'" and the form of any thing in the world is 17. The Alhambra*, splendid Moor palace which inspired Escher, has 17 types of mosaic (in fact all possible types). * lexicorient.com/spain/alhambra.htmFor the ancient Greeks, 17 represents the number of consonants of the alphabet; it is divided in 9 (number of the dumb consonants) and in 8 (number of the semivowels or semi-consonants). These numbers were also in relation with the musical theory and the harmony of the spheres. lofi.forum.physorg.com/The-number-17-fun-facts-n-myths_3341.html17 and Apple. There are 17 sets of chromosomes in the apple. A cow's saliva increases by 17% while grazing. [Patterson] "There are 17 words containing P, R, I, M, E in this order: PRIME, PRIMEr, PRIMatE, PaRt-tIME, PRIMEval, PRIMnEss, PRIMrosE, PeRIMEter, PRIMitivE, exPeRIMEnt, PaRlIaMEnt, PilgRIMagE, sPRIngtiME, aPpRoxIMatE, PRedIcaMEnt, PRIMitivEly, suPeRIMposE. [Poo Sung]" "The prime number 17 accommodates all the positive-negative, quanta-wave primes up to and including the number 18, which in turn, accommodates the two nines of the invisible twoness of all systems." (Quoted from from Section 1238.43 of Synergetics by R. Buckminster Fuller.) (end) Well she was just 17, if you know what I mean. Where are you, my friend?
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Post by Perplexed on Jun 18, 2006 3:53:22 GMT
17?
8 And the other disciples came in a little ship; (for they were not far from land, but as it were two hundred cubits,) dragging the net with fishes. 9 As soon then as they were come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid thereon, and bread. 10 Jesus saith unto them, Bring of the fish which ye have now caught. 11 Simon Peter went up, and drew the net to land full of great fishes, an hundred and fifty and three: and for all there were so many, yet was not the net broken.
153 fishes. Many have wondered about the significance of this number. Much can be found on the net about it.
17 x 9 = 153
I don't know if there is anything important here, I just wanted to point it out.
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Post by Ludwig on Jun 18, 2006 4:52:34 GMT
Yes, 17th Beatle where are you? Hoping all is well with you. 1+5+3 = Number 9
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