I have some posts that didn't make the cut in the book. This is one.
This one came from page 69 in the new chapters, about the halfway point. I have been brutal when I could with deleting out of date information, although when I'm tired i get rid of less, when I am awake more.
I was pretty tired when I arrived at this post, but it had to go. Rather than delete it forever, even though I posted it in October in a more personal format; I decided to edit it and post it again tonight, after all, there are christmas ghosts.
Spirals in Amber-A
Halloween Ghost story
Then it hits me, that
there have been many messages from the past that were passed to the future.
Long ago, a pre-human we now call Lucy (of Al 288-1) rose up and sent a
message down over three million years of time. Al 288 told us her story
despite the clouds of time. She sent a message, even though she was a
primitive australopithecus pre-person with no known knowledge of stacked
universes and quantum moments. She communicated like a ghost, finding the
appropriate source to extract her information like a white coated seer or ghost
reader and the message from Lucy was, "I am your distant ancestor, I feel
from a tree and broke a limb and from this I died. It was probably
raining when I died and I covered myself in mud to hide from wide animals
because I could not climb back up in the tree, but I could not survive and I
died. Remember me."
And those bones you
point to and say, "no ghost," even relativity, that antiquated way of
looking at information theory, are nothing but a compressed form of energy, the
vibrations sent through time in a form that you call hard, but which a black hole
material being would see as nothing more than a sprite and which AuT would call
information which in any form is just that.
Another ghost with a
more recent past and perhaps a little more information is Otzi, the ice man
found in the alps. He died a mere 5,000 years ago. He tells the
ghost whisperers "I ran from my enemies up into the mountains, but they
injured me. Perhaps I was a raider who attacked them and who could not
keep up with my companions. Perhaps a neighboring tribe attacked me, but
it is of no great moment, because I ran into the mountains and died, but I died
with all of my tools and weapons so you would know more about me and my people,
but I am dead nonetheless.
Great men and great
women tell their stories even though they died without writing anything while
other ghosts like you and me have a great love story that will never be fully
written and is known fully only to us. Some ghosts try to give a purpose
to life, suggesting perhaps that the purpsoe of life is to generate these
moments, some good, some terrible in their agony and grief. AuT suggests
that the world is nothing but a formula, but perhaps the purpose of that
formula is to play itself out, to leave this trail of stories preserved like
ghosts from the past to the future.
And who knows what ghosts
we will find when we know what to look for, ghosts with longer stories to tell
than even that of Al 288-1. Perhaps we will find that we are, perhaps
that everything that we call the universe, is nothing more than a message from
one lover to another if we just find where to look.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsgExTttJ2Y
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