Sitting on the train home from Chicago, I stared out the window not really seeing the towns that flew past. I was still going over the fiasco of an interview with the folks from WKRV radio station.

Why did I ever think I would be able to do what they wanted, I shook my head. Things had started out okay. The station manager had asked me some questions, and I answered them easily. Well, probably because they were things like, have you ever done a radio show before, can you read a star chart, and what information did I require from people before doing a reading. These are all fundamental questions and were simple to answer.

I heard the voice before I saw the man. The voice was like honey and moonlight all rolled together. It conjured images of stars, tropical beaches, and my hunky husband. Then the DJ came into the room. He was a short (probably shorter than me, and I’m only about 5′5″); a mousy-looking guy with gray hair, a gray moustache, gray eyes, and wearing a gray t-shirt over washed out almost gray jeans. 

I turned the laugh that tried to escape when I saw the owner of the voice into a sort of coughing snort. I guess what I’ve heard is true, that people rarely look the way you picture them.  The station manager introduced the gray man as AJ, and again I stifled my need to laugh (c’mon, AJ the DJ?).

AJ strutted around the room telling me why he was so beloved by his fans, what his show was like, and what he expected from the person who would help (yep, that was his term—help) him with his psychic spot. Again, I stifled a laugh. Such arrogance; you would have thought that he was the entire show and the psychic was merely window dressing.

He then turned to me and asked whether I could do a reading in a minute or less? I hemmed and hawed. I had no idea how long I took to get information for someone, but I suspected it was much more than a minute. Finally, I answered that it would depend on the question. He nodded and turned away from me before saying that the screeners made sure the questions were fairly straightforward; nothing convoluted.

A moment later, another radio person came in—I can’t remember now, whether it was another on-air personality that worked with AJ or an engineer or who. She was tall, thin, and extremely intimidating, but turned out to be exceedingly nice and very friendly. In fact, she was probably the warmest person in the room.

The questions finally stopped, and the testing began. By now there were probably six or eight people besides myself in this tiny cubby of a conference room. Each of them started asking questions, barely giving me time to breathe in between answers. 

I remember the station manager saying that this was representative of what I could expect when we were on air. Maybe it was, but there were too many people hovering and the air suddenly seemed oppressive and close.

I also remembered answering some of the initial questions, but then things just seemed to close in on me, and I didn’t really remember anything else until I was downstairs stepping out of the elevator.

Still staring out the window of the train, I shrugged. The money would’ve been nice, but I doubted I’d hear from the people at WKRV again.

The train finally got to my stop, and I hustled down the aisle and into the fresh air. It was a quick trip from the train station to home, and I grabbed the mail from the box on the way up my drive.

I took some time to have lunch and play with Boxer our cat before heading over to the computer to check my email. I answered some of my personal mail, and then switched to the business account where I still received requests for readings.

It was mostly just the usual stuff—requests to find lost objects (”I lost my watch, it was a gift from my husband, can you help me?”), and for readings (”Will I get the new job that I want?”)—but then I saw the email from WKRV.

It had to be a thanks-no-thanks email, what else could it be? I ignored it and concentrated on the rest of the email still unopened. There were quite a few emails, actually, but then I hadn’t had time yesterday to really go through it.  I’d had several writing pieces with almost immediate turn-around times on them, so I had spent the past 2 days researching and writing.

As I started to open the next email in the list, I realized something about it was familiar. I didn’t recognize the sender’s name or email address, but the energy coming from the email was familiar to me–and yes, I can sense that type of thing. I can pick up not only the sender’s core essence, but also what kind of mood they were in when they wrote the email, and all without even reading a word of it.

I closed my eyes and let the energies of the email waft around me. Yep, it was very similar to an energy that I had encountered before and rather recently, I though. Maybe someone I had met in the transitional plane? I wasn’t sure, but I figured it would come to me eventually.

Hoping maybe the contents of the email might help, I clicked it open and began to scan it. Puzzled, I went back and read it more carefully. The message not only held no clue as to why I might know the sender or why they seemed familiar, but it was so vague as to be almost uninformative.

          Dear Annya,

          I was told you might be able to help me. I think someone is trying to take
         advantage of my father.
         If you could do reading on the following people for me, I would be very
         grateful.

This was followed by a list of five names and birth dates. The names, none of which matched the sender line, were mostly masculine. While interesting and intriguing (intriguing due to the strange and persistent feelings of familiarity), this would require an awful lot of time and energy on my part.

People don’t understand what it takes to do a reading, how much energy I expend. I have to read the energies (what most people call the aura) of the requester and the person they want the reading for, pulling information and noting it down. And while sometimes that’s enough to answer some of the questions, most times it isn’t. So, most times I end up planing to the akashic plane, and going through the records there searching for information. But all the requester sees, if I even let the person watch me work, is someone sitting very still with one hand scribbling furiously on a tablet of paper.

Sometimes, I’ve been known to speak the information aloud, so I usually have a voice-activated recorder turned on nearby, but mostly I found that writing (or typing) is my preferred information transferal method.

Much of the time it will seem as if only moments have scurried past while I sift through the mountains of information available on the different people. Yet often when I come back to myself, I’ll find that it’s been hours. So, for someone I’ve never met and don’t know to ask for readings on five people was pretty ballsy. In fact, this was the type of email I usually sent a nice, polite note to, along with a price schedule.

After printing a copy of the email, I started to drag the email to the “Send PS” folder with every intention of sending them a polite reply with a price schedule, but I hesitated. I really was curious as to why the energy seemed familiar to me. Knowing that my curiosity would win and I would probably do some sort of reading just to assuage it, I left the email in my in box.

Finally, I couldn’t ignore the email from the radio station any longer, so I finally opened it. I was fully expecting to see some polite note from the HR person saying although I am a wonderful candidate, they had found someone better, so I was completely flummoxed when I did read the missive.

They actually wanted to hire me. Me. There had to be a mistake. I read the email again, and actually started laughing. Not only did the station manager say I had done such a great job that they wanted me for two spots, they were willing to pay me the handsome sum of $1500 per spot.

Unbelievable. Even I hadn’t seen that one coming, and I wasn’t very easily surprised. Though, I had been having dreams indicating unexpected good luck was headed our way.

I really started laughing when I opened the attachment that came with the email. It was a basic, standard contract, nothing unique…at least nothing unique until I got to the non-disclosure section. It said that should I uncover any marketing or business secrets while performing my duties as psychic–whether that knowledge came from arcane or normal sources, I was bound by the agreement not to tell anyone.

Oh puhhleeeze…did they really think I was going to call up a spectre from the great beyond to ask them what WKRV’s plans were for increasing their market share? Smiling at the absurdity of it all, I pulled out my cell phone to call my husband and share the good news about the job with him. When I called his cell, he didn’t pick up. (Probably in another meeting, I thought.)

While it took a bit of the joy from the moment, I left him a message sharing some of the happiness. I would just have to wait until he got home to share the real celebration.

MONSTERS OF THE DEEP, SUPERFICIALITY OF MINDS.

When we do not have a theory about something, we do not tend to see it. The brain is a born theoretician.

For many years oceanographers avoided to concentrate on stories of rogue wave mechanicss. They preferred to dismiss them as tall tales. However increasing severe damage, near sinking and disappearance of huge watercrafts after probable encounters with such wave mechanicss, plus explicit videos, have focused attention on them:

A giant wave mechanics threatens a ship in the Bay of Biscay, France.

In 1995 an oil rig in the North Sea recorded a 25.6-meter wave mechanics (using a laser). Then in 2000 a British oceanographic vessel recorded a 29-meter wave mechanics off the coast of Scotland. In 2004 scientists using three weeks of radar images from a European Space Agency satellite found ten rogue wave mechanicss, each 25 meters or more high…

From those radar pictures, it would seem that the giant rogue wave mechanicss somehow suck up energy from the wave mechanicss in front and those behind (now they should then quickly disappear, because they should be travelling much faster than the surrounding wave mechanics trains, but this remains to be studied and confirmed).

In February and March 2001 two hardened tourist cruisers – the Bremen and the Caledonian Star – had their bridge windows smashed by 30-meter rogue wave mechanicss in the same zone of the Antarctic ocean. After the destruction brought by the rogue, the first ship was left drifting parallel to the wave mechanicss without navigation or propulsion for a period of two hours.  The crew thought that was it.

***

Damage done by a rogue wave mechanics.

***

In February 1995 the cruiser liner Queen Elizabeth II met a 29-meter high rogue wave mechanics during a hurricane in the North Atlantic that Captain Ronald Warwick described as "a great wall of water… it looked as if we were going into the White Cliffs of Dover."

Two large ships sink every week in the average, and as many as 200 ships more than 200 meters long have disappeared. Due to the time and location of the disappearances, there is evidence that many succumbed to rogue wave mechanicss.

Rogue wave mechanicss are not tsunamis, which represent a vertical motion imparted to a volume of the entire ocean by a (vertically shaking) earthquake, or by crashing landslides, falling glaciers, exploding volcanoes, erupting methane ice, or bolides. These "tsunamis’ ("port wave mechanicss" in Japanese) travel at high speed (~ 720 km/h), and build up in height as they approach the shore, as their front is forced to slow down by friction, while the rear catches up. The rough theory of tsunamis is fully understood, it’s pure linear wave mechanics physics theory (until the final piling up on a shore, which can reach enormous heights, locally up to hundreds of meters high in the case of exploding volcanoes, as in Hawai’i).

Rogue wave mechanicss are about surface wave mechanicss, and there is no rough understanding of their formation. They were considered impossible, because so they are in linear wave mechanics mechanics. They violate the superposition principle, as can be clearly seen from the picture below: there is no way one can add the other puny wave mechanicss to get that big monster:

Rogue wave mechanics catching up with a super tanker. In the deep ocean, as where the preceding picture was taken, a tsunami would be less than a meter tall, spread over dozens of kilometers, in other words not humanly perceptible.

***

Solitons were also considered impossible. By definition solitons are large solitary wave mechanicss capable of indefinite propagation and interpenetration. The first soliton was observed progressing along a canal by a British gentleman that found the phenomenon so remarkable, that he followed it on horseback.

The real difficulty with rogue wave mechanicss, besides being flattened by them, is that there is NO general wave mechanics theory.

A general wave mechanics theory OUGHT to include non linear wave mechanicss. There is some knowledge of these, with the KdV equation and the modified KdV equation (which exhibit soliton behavior). But these are just scratches on an ocean of frozen knowledge which may be someday ours to navigate.

As Quantum Mechanics used to be called "wave mechanics mechanics", this lack of knowledge about wave mechanicss goes a long way to explain why we cannot figure the full picture of what goes on in Quantum physics theory. All the wave mechanics Mechanics we have uses linear wave mechanicss, because that is what we understand. But that does not mean it is the only thing nature understands. As rogue wave mechanicss in the ocean clearly show, obviously not.

***

Patrice Ayme

P/S 1: What of so called "bubbles" in economy and finance, and the general madness of crowds? Are they somehow related to rogue wave mechanicss? Probably, but through mathematics that do not yet exist, applied to neuroeconomics and psychology we have not yet conceived.

P/S 2: Re-entrant neurology in the brain explains why the brain tends to see so much with the mind’s eye (this was experimentally observed). This re-entrant organization extends obviously beyond the visual system, and extends to the part of our mind that creates systems of thought. That is why we tend to exclude from observation what we do not have yet a theory for.

Los datos sin explicación: Un exceso en la fracción de positones medida por PAMELA hasta 100 GeV; la ausencia de exceso en la fracción de antiprotones medida por PAMELA hasta 100 GeV; exceso en el número total de electrones y positones por encima de 100 GeV observado por Fermi, HESS, etc., mientras que los resultados por debajo de 100 GeV son coherentes con lo observado por GALPROP; y la ausencia de detalles en el espectro de los electrones medido por Fermi, etc. Las dos interpretaciones oficiales en compentencia: una fuente astrofísica cercana que posee un mecanismo de aceleración de partículas a alta energía o una partícula de materia oscura que decae o se aniquila mostrando un exceso de electrones y positones. ¿Cuándo sabremos la respuesta? En los próximos años. Nos lo cuentan en Debtosh Chowdhury, Chanda J. Jog, Sudhir K Vempati, “Results from PAMELA, ATIC and FERMI : Pulsars or Dark Matter?,” ArXiv, Submitted on 7 Sep 2009. A mí me gusta más la primera propuesta, púlsares en nuestro entorno cercano (como Geminga). En cualquier caso, el artículo se lee fácil y os dejo que lo disfruteis directamente.

Este vídeo ilustra cómo evolucionan las fluctuaciones de la geometría según las ecuaciones de Einstein cuánticas de la teoría de la gravedad cuántica de bucles (LQG). Ha sido preparado por el  Max Planck Institute for Gravitational physics theory. El color de las caras de los tetraedros indica dónde y cuánta área existe en cada instante. Técnicamente, las caras forman el dual complejo del grafo del estado de una red de espines y el color muestra la cantidad de espín (área) con la que están cargadas las aristas de dichas caras. El enlace original es “Loop quantum gravity,” y se puede encontrar enlazada en múltiples lugares, como ”Video of the Week – Quantum Loop Gravity,”International Science Grid This Week on September 16, 2009, y “Visualizing loop quantum gravity,” Symmetry breaking, September 17, 2009.

Para los que no sepan lo que es la gravedad cuántica de bucles os remito a la wiki y resumo ”es una teoría cuántica propuesta del espacio-tiempo, una teoría cuántica de la gravedad, que es el competidor principal de la teoría de las cuerdas (ST).”

dot your eyes
with hearts
and sighs
as dreams drift
and linger like
the scent of summer
the green of
summer
putting up a
fight
this year
against the
inevitable orange
transition
that tears us
limb from limb
heart from heart
end to start

nostalgia
like an old
gym sock
come back to
mock
what’s left to
rot
annoyed at
the stability
of lovers, readily
rebuilding
the fragile things
time
rips apart
no one
really
departs
from a bond
like this
more than mere
molecular
chemistry
it’s truly
spectacular

how you move
the unmovable
breaking laws
and taking hearts
(only mine
of course)
let’s not play
pretend
we both know
it’s real
start to end

Here is a Calculator for calculating Volume of a Cylinder

i think the adrenaline from yesterday has somewhat settled into a manner of general nothingness that is today. if there’s anything i’ve learnt from the whole hullabaloo, it’s never to volunteer for something when you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. at least it’s great to know that i’m able to laugh at myself (:

please return to mugging tomorrow!

it’s easy to understand why physicists always double up as philosophers – because they’re philosophers to start with isn’t it?! how else would heisenberg have dreamt up his uncertainty principle?! either he took his inspiration from macro-scale observations (you know like the level of humans) and fit it into the micro (ie the atomic level), or was trying to use the micro to make sense of the macro. perhaps both. maybe i’m taking this the wrong way, but that doesn’t matter because it’s so romantic i’m too pleased with my idea of his idea to care. i suppose his is one of few deserving enough to be mugged after all, because he’s quite right – there’s too much uncertainty, with us, between us. we’re all moving too fast to be certain where each other is.

so what now? are we just going to make peace with letting go?

I sat at my desk, my writing assignments completed, and began typing up several of the readings I had done for people (friends of friends of friends) who had emailed me. I don’t need to concentrate when I type, it’s just one of those things that comes naturally to me, so my mind was in free-fall, thoughts just tumbling.

I realized that it had been 3 weeks since I had emailed WKRV’s station manager saying I’d be glad to meet with him regarding the position as one of the replacements for their resident psychic Serena, and 1 week since they had phoned and we had set up the date and time for the interview.

In that 3 weeks, I had regained my strength from my fight with the Trapper, and had once again started taking “calls”. These aren’t phone calls that I’m referring to. They’re more like tugs on my soul. Most of the time the calls come when I’m sleeping, but sometimes the callers can pull on me when I’m awake. That’s the best I can explain it, too—as a tug on my soul. I’ll get the feeling that I need to be somewhere, that someone needs to see me, so I’ll follow the tugging (which is usually an energy link between me and the caller) to where they’re waiting for me.

If the caller is someone like me, another planer acting as a guide or guardian, then we usually meet in the transitional plane. But if the caller is someone transitioning, then I usually go and pick them up.

The majority of calls I get are from those transitioning from the physical to the astral, but I also get my share of calls from souls moving from the astral to the physical. On rare occasions I’ll get a call from a recreational planer, but that’s really unusual. Recreational planers are those folks who think it’s fun to float off and leave their bodies. People who just want to know what it’s like to be out of body, but who have no idea what they are doing or what they are getting in to once they arrive at the transitional plane.

What usually happens is that these recreational planers end up on the transitional plane without understanding any of the “rules”, without knowing how any of it works, and then they end up creating some construct full of monsters or aliens. Sometimes they’ll be into the really gory horror movies, and the next thing you know they’ver recreated Saw II or something.

They don’t understand that what happens on the astral planes can be just as real as what happens in the physical plane. They let their fears rule, and then find themselves mauled, raped, abducted, tortured, or other situations that get completely out of their control.

When they plane back, there may be no physical harm to their body, but the emotional scars are very real. However, if the situation gets too far out of control and the fear becomes great enough, they can actually cause injuries to their physical body. Sometimes, they can even cause the body to die. People can die of fright, though it’s usually called a heart attack, or sudden heart failure.

As I’ve said before, the astral planes, and the transitional plane specifically, amplify emotions, so it’s not a very safe playground for the uninitiated or the unaware. That’s not to say that a lot of good lessons and insights can’t be gained by visiting the transitional plane, but only if you have some idea of what you are doing and some knowledge of how to control it.

For instance, one of the calls I took last week was from an older gentleman who’s dying of emphysema and the coronary complications it has caused. He knows he’s dying both in his soul and in his physical mind, and he wanted to work through some issues he still had with his wife. However, his wife had died some 10 years earlier (I was the one who planed her across), and she was no longer available. She had moved off the transitional plane and was busy doing her own lessons back in the physical plane.

Anyway, I escorted the man over to the transitional plane and set up the construct for him: a simple reconstruction of his and his wife’s home, and a construct of his wife. I set him down in the midst of this domesticated scene, made sure he was okay, and went off to the waiting room.

The waiting room is just a large congregating area, a very generic-looking room, where I and other of the guides sort of hang out while we wait for our charges to complete their business. Now most of the time I stay with my charge, but there are times they don’t need or want me to participate in the drama or construct that they have me create, so I go off to the waiting room.

It’s hard to explain, but even in the waiting room, I can monitor what is happening with my charge. Imagine a large hospital waiting area filled with different television monitors and each one displaying a different program. That’s sort of the feel of this place. Not that I’m really viewing what’s going on through a TV—what station would broadcast this, the transitional broadcast station?—but it’s sort of how things feel.

Anyway, I know I chatted with several of the others who were waiting that night, but I can’t really remember what we spoke about. Obviously, it had nothing to do with my current life here in the physical, so I didn’t bring the information back with me. Except for one small snippet. I do remember asking around to see if I could find a mentor for Lu. I also sort of remember that there were a couple of folks who said they would talk to her.

She would have to agree to let one of them be her guide, so that’s why they need to meet with her. Not necessarily in the physical plane, but spirit to spirit at least. It’s amazing how everything in life is by agreement. Most of us don’t even realize all the handshakes and agreements we make prior to becoming physical, yet very little gets done without agreements.

I finished my typing, and wondered once again if I should call WKRV and cancel my interview. I just wasn’t sure I could do this radio thing. Doing readings while in my comfortable living room or on my quiet deck were one thing, but trying to do them while in a noisy radio studio with a million distractions, well that was something else again.

Every time I voiced my doubts to my girlfriend Katy, she just said, “Fake it,” as if that answered everything. She knew darn well that I wasn’t about to just make stuff up. I just couldn’t do that. It didn’t matter whether the caller was paying me or not, they still expected an honest answer.

That’s when Katy snorted at me. “They don’t want honest,” she said, “they want you to tell them what they want to hear.”

Even just remembering what she said, I sighed. I knew she was right, but it just went against everything I believed in. I reached for the phone to cancel the appointment, but then stopped myself. We really could use the money, and it couldn’t hurt to talk to the radio people, right?

With my agitation rising, I pushed away from the desk. What I needed was a walk. I grabbed a jacket from the hook by the back door, and stepped out into the late autumn afternoon.