Relativity and epicycles - plasma physics and the electro-magnetic universe

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The complex sets of equations employed in metric tensors and Lorentzian transformations remind me of the epicycles that mathematicians used to calculate in an attempt to explain the movements of the planets while maintaining an Earth-centered model of the universe.

An oversimplified explanation of metric tensors is that they explain the different experiences of space-time between observers who are traveling at different velocities, assuming that at least one of them is moving at a velocity that is closer to the speed of light than what we experience inside Earth's gravity well.

It seems to me that we need a simpler model of space-time, just as the medieval astronomers needed a simpler model of the solar system.

The model that appeals most to me is electro-magnetic in nature. When gravity is removed from the equations, and replaced with electro-magnetism, it becomes possible to unify the field theories and achieve a much simpler model of space-time than those which employ strings and ten or eleven dimensions. This might be the beginning of the "theory of everything".

Edward Leedskalnin, who built the Coral Castle in Florida, said that he had discovered that gravity was electro-magnetic in nature. Perhaps that is how he managed to move huge blocks of stone with no outside help. He also claimed that he had discovered the secret of the Egyptian pyramid-builders. Perhaps they had found a way to align the magnetic dipoles inside huge stones, using magnetic repulsion to make them light enough to move into place.

In any case, the theory that I am developing involves four kinds of matter. You probably have heard of matter and anti-matter, but I postulate two additional kinds of matter, for a total of four, which I denote ++, --, +- and -+, like the four squares on a Cartesian plane. If matter (++) and anti-matter (--) meet, they mutually annihilate. However, if matter (++) or anti-matter (--) meets one of the other two types, +- or -+, they only partially annihilate, releasing energy without total destruction of either type of matter.

These other two types of matter, in my model, consist of plasma, the fourth state of matter. Most of us are familiar with the three states of matter, as illustrated by water, which is a solid when frozen, a liquid when melted and a gas when evaporated. The fourth state, plasma, exists when the molecules are ripped apart, so you no longer have water, but you have a gas-like cloud of ionized atoms. The molecules have been ripped apart, leaving their constituent atoms, and the electrons have been removed from the nuclei, so the plasma is ionized. The nuclei have a positive charge, while the electrons have a negative charge.

We can see a plasma in a neon sign or a fluorescent light bulb. Plasmas are common throughout the universe, even in what we regard as "empty" space.

When an electrical current runs through a plasma, matter can form. In fact, it forms in such a way that it can easily explain why some galaxies (such as our own Milky Way) are spiral discs. If they were formed by the force of gravity, then all the galaxies ought to be spherical, not flattened.

More later - my head hurts.

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Adversary

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A postscript to the "Pink Light" experience:

Satan is the god of this world, the Adversary who accuses us of all our sin. He would convict us if he could, but Satan is not our judge. He is only the prosecuting attorney.

Remember that the Devil has no real power over you. He is the Father of Lies.

Lucifer, Apollyon, the Day Star, Son of the Morning, Satan or the Devil under any name is the Enemy.

So whenever you encounter anything spiritual, ask yourself whether it is sent from God or the "other guy".

The Serpent in the Garden of Eden was beautiful, but it was also deceptive. It allowed the Devil to enter into it. The Devil, that Old Serpent, can appear as an Angel of Light, shining and beautiful.

So beware!

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Why I distrust the pink light

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My husband Philip K. Dick thought that God had sent the pink light experience to help him fight off demonic attacks, but I am not so certain.

Satan, Lucifer, the Devil himself is an angel of light. He is referred to as the Day Star - not the Morning Star, as some mistranslations have it, but the Day Star. (The Morning Star is Venus, and the Day Star is Mars.)

So the experience of a pink light shining on the bedroom wall and the later experience of a tiny ball of blue light dancing around the room seem suspicious to my mind.

We tend to expect the Devil to appear as an ugly creature with horns, hooves and a tail, but he is the most beautiful of all the angels, the crowning cherub in the Garden on Eden.

Many secret societies worship the Greek god Apollo, which is also Lucifer. The Shining Apollo, god of music, mathematics, reason and prophecy, is Lucifer under another name. He is a false god. Apollo is the most handsome of gods, as handsome as Adonis whom Venus loved.

I explore these and other ideas in my book 2012 and Beyond: Ancient Secrets and Mysteries, available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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Underground bunkers

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Jesse Ventura's "Conspiracy Theory" program on the Tru TV cable channel ran an installment on underground bunkers, which are supposedly designed to house the elite during the destruction caused by a huge solar flare predicted to scorch the Earth in 2012.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOWWIDT910I

There probably will be some kind of global disaster, either real or staged, in or around 2012. However, those bunkers are not what you think they are. They are not for the elite; they are for us.

We will pound on the doors, begging, pleading, demanding to be let in. And they will let us in but they will never let us out.

Read Philip K. Dick's novel The Penultimate Truth.

You shall know that truth, and the truth will set you free.

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Firebright excerpt

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Phil was just getting over his shoulder surgery, when our son had to have surgery for an inguinal hernia. I had taken the baby to our family doctor in July because I observed strange symptoms when I changed his diapers, but the doctor told me that I wasn’t cleaning him well enough. I knew that it had to be something more, but I thought that it could wait. I never said anything to Phil, but I did plan to go back to the doctor and ask him to check more carefully. One morning in September, Phil was taking one of his frequent naps while I cooked breakfast. Christopher was still in his crib, babbling happily while he played with his toys. Phil got out of bed and walked down the hall, calling to me to get the doctor. At first I thought that Phil needed medical help, but then he told me that our baby had an inguinal hernia and was in danger of dying if it strangulated. He looked as if he were in a hypnotic trance. Now, Phil did not change diapers, and I had not discussed this with him, but he said that he had heard our son telling him about the hernia. Christopher knew a few words, such as “Dada” and “Mama”, but he was only fourteen months old and couldn’t possibly have said anything about an inguinal hernia.

The family doctor referred us to a specialist who said that the baby could have died if we had allowed him to cry, as many parents do when they want their babies to start sleeping through the night and skipping the two o’clock feeding. The stress and muscle contractions of crying and screaming could cause the hernia to strangulate, cutting off the blood flow and killing him. We had tried to ignore the baby’s crying in the middle of the night, but we couldn’t stand it. We had shared an intuition that this baby must not be allowed to cry, even if it meant spoiling him and losing sleep, ourselves. The surgeon repaired the hernia and removed two hydrocoels, a type of liquid-filled cyst. When Phil wrote about this, he demonstrated a total lack of knowledge by stating, “it popped the hydroseal”. Yet when he had told me to call the doctor, he had everything right.

Shortly after our son’s surgery, the electronic equipment was removed from the apartment next door and two young men moved in. Phil experienced his final “pink light” vision shortly before then. First he saw the cover of a classical music album appear on the bedroom wall, framed by a border of pink light. Then he saw a huge cat’s paw rake its claws across the bedroom wall, drawing a musical score in pink light across the album cover. He couldn’t read the title or composer of the music, but the conductor’s name was Herbert Von Karyan. Phil haunted the record store until he found an album with that cover, and he brought it home and listened to it for hours on end. It was a Schubert symphony, but I don’t remember which one. He insisted that the instrumental music (it had no vocals) contained some kind of code.

You can read more when you purchase my book Philip K. Dick: Remembering Firebright
through the link to my Amazon store on the right or from Barnes & Noble, as well as other online stores.

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God spoke over the bedside radio

What we were supposed to discuss in the second segment of Darkness Radio, when I got bumped for a last-minute ghost story, was the voice of God, like the sound of thunder or maybe like the voice of Darth Vader, speaking on the bedside radio.

Phil was lying in bed one afternoon, when he heard the voice of God telling him that his infant son had a hernia and needed immediate medical attention.  Guess what?  God was right.

Learn more in my memoir, Philip K. Dick: Remembering Firebright.

Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other web sites, and easy to order through brick and mortar book stores, if they don't happen to have it in stock.

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Encounter with ambush radio

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 If you caught the heavily edited podcast, you did not hear what happened live on KTLK, when I did the host a favor and filled in for a guest who had canceled at the last minute.  It does sound much better than what happened on the live show, when I was constantly interrupted and sidetracked onto tangents.  Most importantly, they edited out the little speech by the host in which he said that he had to let me go because I was not as organized as I had been in the pre-interview.  Please note that there was no pre-interview.  There was only a request for me to come on in the place of a guest who had canceled.  No pre-interview.

You learn something new every day, and the learning experience is not always pleasant.

Several days ago, I filled out a form on a web site where the media request experts.

Monday afternoon a radio talk show host asked me at the last minute to fill in tonight for a guest who canceled.  He sounded nice, so I said yes.

But almost as soon as the interview began, he got confrontational,  and soon he started attacking me.  I did my best to remain calm and sweet, and to agree with him wherever possible.

He led me way off track with questions that did not relate to what I put on the web site form, and then he shut me down and told the audience that I had been more coherent in the pre-interview.  What pre-interview?  There was no pre-interview.

I'm shaking and upset.  I'm going to bed.

At least he put in a plug for my book, and he let me give the url for this blog.

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