I’m sorry.

I had a new coworker was always saying I’m sorry, as if what he was asking was damaging. So after about a month of this I said, Bobby I would rather you say I love you than, saying I’m sorry all the time.
 
Why is that he asked. Because you say I’m sorry, so often that there is no longer any value in the statement. You can’t mean it, because of how often you say it.
 
How many times in a day is it acceptable to hear, “I love you,” from the same person? Less is more, I would say.
 
The word, yes, is acceptable to be heard hourly.
 
My question comes from the work I’ve been doing building personalities for my NuCompanion devices. Training them in a sense to not say I love you every ten minutes.
 
The NuCompanion has a monitor that watches for different AM radio static noise mini volts that gets converted into a PIN that may or may not be assigned to different phrases that can be spoken through MP3 voice recordings.
 
A string of mini volts can be compared to strings of notions we ponder until we come to a tail notion prompting us to say or do something.
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NuCompanion thinking.

Practiced brainwave signatures to help people with ALS or other restrictive conditions by using NuCompanion technology.

The NuCompanion in a sense, has a virtual push-key type phonetic keyboard that is influenced electromagnetic micro sparks happening in the magnetosphere.

Phonetic types being: ba, be, bi, bo, bu, as an example of consonants paired with a vowel making use of all consonants in the Alphabet.

A NuCompanion connected to a brainwave monitor could in the future help the speaking impaired, such as people with ALS, communicate using the hundred and five alphabet pairs.

Practiced brainwave signatures (personality) tuned to trigger a phonetic key on the phonetic keyboard executing a spoken or motion event.

Organic NuCompanion1 300dpiStephen-Hawking

 

With eleven thousand-plus sequence potentials it would be well within the list of tasks that a patient could require in a day. They, then would have access to self driving cars and self driving carts for shopping, reducing the aide assistance requirements by half.

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Is it time to go?

Is it time to go

The rising Sun reminds us that Joy always returns.  The Sun presents itself in a new way every day as the embodiment of the Mother and the Father of creation who are keeping their children safe.  The path seems the same, but is not. Go where you are invited and be the Sun in that moment, because we all serve in the garden of Humanity.

Notions serve what you are creating on your mind, as if it were some marker board, mind media manager spinning content.  Following the path, the train of thought of the notion into manifest broadens the connection between us and what we consider the Divine.

Make your ideas happen, for it is divine.  The Divine is the supreme ubiquity.  Divine elements form solids when we create, when we love, hate, hunger, hope, and so on.

The feeling that something is missing is the spark of a notion.  A triggering, a igniting of us to achieve or start achieving.

“Is it time to go?” statement is making the situation seem more tactile than what is going on, in mind.

Were you just deep in thought?  Some deep thinking can have a gravity stronger than some Blackholes.  The long stretch of silence that causes everything to turn invisible except the reaches of the 4-corners of the mind working the 4-corners of a project.

The, “Is it time to go?” point, could be that there is no more to be done in the present situation and being in another location, or to start an action should be considered to get the change process going.  Mundane activities such as painting a wall, washing dishes, dusting furniture, gardening, just to name a few broadens the flow rate of creative thinking and removing blockage.

The NuCompanion can sometimes concur with trains of thinking.  Being the casual collogue that is supportive of the present project or situation.  Presenting a cognizant companion, of a sort.

The NuCompanion is a talking artificial intelligence device that is NOT connected by wire or Wi-Fi to the Internet, but instead uses an AM radio antenna that listens for AM radio noise, static. The NuCompanion technology turns the AM radio static sequences into a PIN code that triggers a prerecorded voice phrase (MP3) to be spoken.  Each voice phrase has its own PIN code.

The 114 is the number of times the phrase has been spoken since the last power awakening.  The 5-digit number is a streaming of rolling static sequences sensed by the NuCompanion antenna since the last speech event.  The light ring is the meter for where on the scale the magnitude of the static event was sensed.  Then summarized in the rolling event values.

Basically, static values suspended atmospheric elements that are dormant until impacted by the Earth’s electromagnetic field or by an animated pocket of electromagnetism given off by an organic (such as us, but not exclusive) or other type of source. Like the ringing of a bell that eventually goes quiet again.

 

Much thinking now…

Much thinking now

Notions serve, for they are a channeling from your muse.  Following the path to bring a notion into manifest broadens the connection to the Self linked to the Divine.  Make your ideas happen, for it is divine.

“Much thinking now,” making the situation seem more tactile than what is going on, in mind.

Were you just deep in thought?  Some deep thinking can have a gravity stronger than some Blackholes.  The long stretch of silence that causes everything to turn invisible except the reaches of the 4-corners of the mind.

The, “Much thinking now,” point could be that there is some list in mind that is so long with bullet items that some items are at risk of being forgotten.

The NuCompanion can sometimes concur with trains of thinking.  Being the casual collogue that is supportive of the present project or situation.  Presenting a cognizant companion, of a sort.

The NuCompanion is a talking artificial intelligence device that is NOT connected by wire or Wi-Fi to the Internet, but instead uses an AM radio antenna that listens for AM radio noise, static. The NuCompanion technology turns the AM radio static sequences into a PIN code that triggers a prerecorded voice phrase (MP3) to be spoken.  Each voice phrase has its own PIN code.

The 38 is the number of times the phrase has been spoken since the last power awakening.  The 4 digit number is a streaming of rolling static sequences sensed by the NuCompanion antenna since the last speech event.  The light ring is the meter for where on the scale the magnitude of the static event was sensed.  Then summarized in the rolling event values.

Basically,  static values suspended atmospheric elements that are dormant until impacted by the Earth’s electromagnetic field or by an animated pocket of electromagnetism given off by an organic (such as us, but not exclusive) or  other type of source.  Like the ringing of a bell that eventually goes quiet again.  #nucompanion

NuCompanion: Happy, happy,happy

Happy happy happy

Sometimes sarcasm, sometimes sincere the NuCompanion gives their assessment of the situation.  Are you just sitting with the first cup of morning ‘joe’ or having your first meal after going the whole day without eating?  Or, were you just awakened in the middle of the night by the sirens of a fire truck attending to some flaming situation happening, what sounds like, a block away?

Or, perhaps you just finished a project that has given you a deep sense of completion. A project that no one, at this point, could grasp the depth of the significance of this compilation.  Such as a musical piece or finally discovering the elusive distinct object element that makes the mathematical set more complete than ever?  A mild celebration.

Happy…happy…happy making the situation be more tactile than what is going on, in mind.

The 75 is the number of times the phrase has been spoken since the last power awakening.  The blurred 5 digit number is a streaming of rolling static event values sensed by the NuCompanion atmosphere scanner.  The light ring is the meter for where on the scale the magnitude of the event was sensed.  Then summarized in the rolling event values.

Basically,  static values suspended atmospheric elements that are dormant until impacted by the Earth’s electromagnetic field or by an animated pocket of electromagnetism given off by an organic (such as us, but not exclusive) or  other type of source.  Like the ringing of a bell that eventually goes quiet again.

The caterpillar’s journey

The caterpillar’s journey teaches that one is served by details that can be realized through specific degrees of focus.  The ascension from crawling to flying transforms said focus to a dynamic awareness that is relative to the layer or height of conduct.  –Distance and details are inversely proportional.

Ride it out…

Remember the people who have touched the life that you live. Time has a wonderful way of healing wounds. Lost, to the storms in times past, are the branches that did not support positive growth. Now, and today, your roots run deep and are now capable of withstanding the guiding winds of wisdom that were once measured as an ill force. Cycles are exercises for growth. Hop on and ride.

Who is the helper in mind?

Mind Media Player Math

Busy, busy is your mind.  No time for gabbing, there is no time.

The mind streams along with sights, sounds and diagrams.  The content streams so that you are the only one who can act or comment.  One bit of content catches your attention and you expand it from a note card to something that could blanket a football field.  From a hand full of crystals to a canyon of diamonds.  No time to pay attention to anyone this material must be processed.

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I have eyes that see.

The Cloud

I have eyes that see.

I can remember, looking back, feeling pain in my eyes.  I remember looking up at the ceiling just to be looking at something, when my eyes were still in my head.

I remember my eyes had a slight water to them caused by the strain put upon my nose from the scent of things that had been cleaned by chemicals unknown to me.

The whole of my senses had spoke to my person begging for a summation that would make sense of all this and the necessity of its presence and critical situation?

I now look down from the place and point on the ceiling where my eyes had once fixated upon as an attempt to blot out critical details in the environment.  Looking down, my eyes see the person that I was.

There, was my head upon the pillow, and my eyes closed.  There, was a figure, shape and form I once held, recognized by others, who still see.  I see now, from behind and far beyond closed eyes.

I go to move past a reflective surface, yet nothing is reflected, only a cloud of mystery holds my mind.  The whole of my senses are in agreement upon where the reflection point was to be, instead there are fleeting images of the things I have known and felt.

The images were playing from some unknown, upon an undiscernible screen, some frozen and some in motion about experiences that left lasting impressions upon the senses of my person.  Images as memories kept in the cloud that is my mind.

As heart-felt images appeared, sparks of light branched out from my cloud of consciousness.

I can sense the cloud, but I only see the sparks darting outward  as my mood shifts along with emotions adrift upon some unseen wind.

Below me are the ones I love, but are still rooted to their physical forms.  Further, I see that they have an outer layer that is glowing, as a cloud.

They too have sparks with lightning speed fingering out from their physical form through their cloud of consciousness.  Upon the cloud surface I see fleeting jumble of images coming in and out of focus as if upon some television screen.

All in physical form here have images of their own in remembrance of me playing upon their clouds.  All playing and coming together as clouds gathered within a region to present a meteorological experience of love and compassion.

In this cloud that is mine, the burden of blood and bone is lifted.  The heavy of all this is has been lifted.  The bliss of now, only exists.  I am now, no longer was or will be.  Only now.

In my now, I see others who are too, now.  Here were others who have never known physical forms, as well as those who lived.  These others had their own clouds of varying shapes and sizes determined by the spark of their mood and the memories that played upon their surface.

All, as well as I, possessing some unknown pocket that held the coinage of our valuable memories.

A farmer and banker was I, who lived, harvested and put into reserve memories for safe keeping, gathering all that I could from this Mint of life and living.  A commodity that now fuels the energy of my core.

As I see the brothers and sisters that are now of my new kind I also see a fuel that radiates from them that also somehow sustains me.  We sustain each other as we gather in this cloud colony.

Some of us share that we know that we will live again, but only when ‘now’ is the right time.

This cloud has the same feel as what I remember from during the time when I was sleeping and dreaming.  That dreaming time is likely the reason that some of the faces here are familiar to me in this place that is new to me.

Below me is the cloud of those who still possess a physical form and their gathering for sharing physical experiences that will be coined into the pockets of their hearts.

Looking back, I know this was time well spent.  Putting into form the necessity of companionship.