A MOVIE THAT PEAKS MY CURIOSITY & PURE FASCINATION WITH A.I.WOULDN’T IT BE GRANDE IF THIS IS A WAY FOR HUMANS TO GAIN IMMORTALITY.I HEARD JUST RECENTLY IT ISN’T FAR INTO THE FUTURE THE POSSIBILITIES ARE THERE.WE MAY JUST SOMEDAY BE ABLE TO UPLOAD OUR MENTAL AWARENESS INTO A COMPUTER.WE COULD GO ON CREATING THOUGHTS. HYPOTHESIZING THEORIES. GROWING IN WISDOM.FEELINGS. I WONDER IF ONE HAS TRANSCENDED WHETHER FEELINGS WOULD BE EXPERIENCED?IN THIS NEW FOUND STATE OF BEING. IT WOULD STILL BE BEING. DO WE NEED A BODY TO BE ALIVE?SUSTENANCE. WHAT IS SUSTENANCE WITHOUT A BODY NEEDING TO BE FED?WOULD OUR SUSTENANCE COME FROM NEW & CONTINUED DISCOVERIES OF AWARENESS?JUST SOME THOUGHTS I AM THROWING OUT FOR PONDERING. IF I WOULDN’T EVER DIETRANSCENDENCE APPEARS TO BE [ONCE THE KINKS ARE WORKED OUT] A PERFECT CONTINUATION.WOULD WE MISS THE TACTILE CONNECTIONS? COULD A COMPUTER BE TAUGHT [PROGRAMMED]TO CAUSE US TO SIMULATE THE SENSATION OF TOUCH & OTHER OF OUR SENSES. EXCITING. CANNOT WAIT UNTIL THE RELEASE OF “TRANSCENDENCE”ON DVD or STREAMING.I<3JOHNNY DEPP
Two leading computer scientists work toward their goal of Technological Singularity, as a radical anti-technology organization fights to prevent them from creating a world where computers can transcend the abilities of the human brain.
“Transcendence”: There is a time factor involved. A terminally ill scientist downloads his consciousness into a computer. This grants him power beyond his wildest dreams, and soon he becomes unstoppable.
Sci-Fi Thriller. Dr. Will Caster (Johnny Depp) is the foremost researcher in the field of Artificial Intelligence, working to create a sentient machine that combines the collective intelligence of everything ever known with the full range of human emotions. His highly controversial experiments have made him famous, but they have also made him the prime target of anti-technology extremists who will do whatever it takes to stop him. However, in their attempt to destroy Will, they inadvertently become the catalyst for him to succeed-to be a participant in his own transcendence. For his wife Evelyn (Rebecca Hall) and best friend Max Waters (Paul Bettany), both fellow researchers, the question is not if they can…but if they should. Their worst fears are realized as Will’s thirst for knowledge evolves into a seemingly omnipresent quest for power, to what end is unknown. The only thing that is becoming terrifyingly clear is there may be no way to stop him. IMdB…
“I Am One of the Searchers” There are, I believe,millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neitherare we really content. We continue to explore life,hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continueto explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean,taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mysteryand unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains,deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities aswell. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives asis our laughter. To share our sadness with one we loveis perhaps as great a joy as we can know. Unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.Most of all welove and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, notprevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We donot want to have to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
Private Writings: Chapter #55 – It’s Wrong for the Right Reasons
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by NAME OF ARTIST
Introduction & Chapter #1
Published on March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted On Tuesday 1st April 2014
WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
Not Suitable For Children.
All Characters Are Fictitious.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.
private writings to dr. annie haskell
I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss
but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time
see you down the rabbit hole.
Private Writings: Chapter #55 — It’s Wrong for the Right Reasons
Tuesday 23rd September 2008
I told you last week I would tell you about my grandmother. She was so special to me. My real fairy godmother was my grandmother. She gave me a nickname I love so much. Mandy is that nickname my grandmother gave me when I was little. She would sit me in her lap and tell me how much she loved her sweet sweet granddaughter Mandy. I was her baby girl. She was the only one who loved me when I was a child. And the only person who did not abuse me in some way. Her hugs were the best in the world. Before she left me, she tried to prepare me for her death. I told her she was never going to die. Death wasn’t something I understood at that time. I never knew anyone who died. Death did not feel like it was a part of my world. She had an awful accident falling down the stairs. In the hospital, she had broken her hip and from her inability to move, she developed pneumonia.
I was too young to visit her by myself and my horrible parents did nothing to take any of us to see her. She was lost to me. I didn’t understand how to communicate with her. I was confused. Then the news came through my grandmother was going to go into a nursing facility to recover. She told me many times she would never ever go into one of them. I don’t even understand why they would tell her such a thing. My grandmother was filthy rich. She could afford to be taken home and receive plenty of care. But no, my parents and my mother’s uncle, the one who abused me, weren’t going to give my grandmother the peace of mind to do what she wanted. Later that same day, I heard my mother scream this awful sound. I ran to where she was. My awful mother was crying. Struggling to get the words out, she told me my grandmother was dead. I was so young, all I could feel was stunned.
The safest person in the world to me, the only person I loved and who loved me, she was gone. She was dead. My grandmother was dead. The last time I saw her alive, I was hugging her. I lay on her bed next to her and we snuggled as close as the pain would allow. It was the best snuggle in the world. I told my granma “I love you.” I think I kept on saying it as they were trying to pull me away from her. She didn’t want to let go either this time. The parents were always trying to pull us apart. When I would hold her in a full arm hug just before it was time to leave her home, the parents had to pry us apart then, too. I knew if I let go, I would have to go back to hell. All I wanted was my grandmother to keep me with her. Now she was dead. That is the last time I saw her, when she was dead lying in her coffin. I kissed her on the forehead. She wasn’t there. It was the first time I cried after she died. When I could see she wasn’t just someplace else, she was dead and I would never hug her again or feel her hug me, holding on tight, trying to protect me from what she never knew. I never told her about any of the abuse that was going on. I didn’t want it to spoil our relationship.
Now I have lost far too many people since my grandmother’s death. People I loved, who were too young to die but they died anyway. In all the unfairness of life, killing people when they are young is the cruelest elements of life. Death freaks me out except when I am feeling suicidal. Then I crave it. I want it. I want death to take me. It is that simple. That is why I took those pills. I miss all the women in my life who I loved and now they are dead. I feel such a deep capacity to feel intense emotional feelings. When I love, I love intensely. And I am talking about Love not sex. Sex is not meant to be something I can experience with another person. The abusers stole that from me, the ability to feel love and sexual attraction together. It doesn’t work for me. What I am able to do is love passionately but not love if it has anything to do with being sexual. Loving passionately for me is to feel my emotions of love very intensely and deeply. It is the purist kind of love I know. Love being Love. The way I feel for Scottie. She understands me. Her generosity of support is what was keeping me alive for so long.
No one can keep you alive if you don’t want to be. Tosh has been around. Her spirit is watching over me. She has visited me here. We have spent a great amount of time talking. Sorting out why she had to die so young. I’ve never gotten over losing her. But she is with me now, so I am not alone. As for the rest of everyone here, no one seems like anyone I want to relate to. But it may just be too soon. As I said, I do like my shrink. I just want to see you, Annie. I need lots of your hugs to help me make it through.
Why do people misunderstand love and hugs and saying “I love you?” That crushes me more than anything else. My heart feels like it has been crushed. The weight on my chest and the difficulty I have breathing makes me feel like I am dying. Am I ready to die? Part of me was ready to go before Jamie found me. Do I still want to die? I am not sure. When I think about it strongly enough, I would have to say yes. Yes, I still want to die. If I say that to my Doctor, I will be staying here way too long. So help me work something out, so I can get out of here. Most of all, I miss my cats, Alison, Scottie, and you. And I want to go home. I miss my home.
Help me get out of here. I know I am sounding like I am on the mania train but we can work on getting my suicidal depression back in line. You just need to snap me out of twirling around inside my brain. I’m drowning here. I surely will if I don’t get some relief from strangers. Unlike Blanche Dubois, “I do not depend upon the kindness of strangers.” Friends are just strangers in disguise. They aren’t really there to bond with you, they just want what they need but disguise it as love and caring but in reality they are stealing all your good energy for themselves and leave you starving to death. But they don’t care or give a fuck.
Well, fuck them if they can be so cruel to abandon you when you most need them. Fuck her. Who “her” is, is the $5 Billion Dollar Q & A. Name anyone and I would say they have contributed to my surrender. Living in secret. Living in fear of living. Living in fear of loving. Living in fear of Life. Living in fear of Trust stolen from me so many times in the Sacrifice. Living in fear of Death but only when Death is a threat. When it is sweet, sweet like the feelings of the deepest and darkest depression carrying me as though in a coffin through the rocking finality of death. The finality of Death is Living. But when I try to take the living out of my own self and enter Death without being called to it properly causes all sorts of people to get all weird and concerned. When truthfully no one gives a shit.
When we die, we are just gone. Only the tender few, like myself, love that deeply, when we feel death stealing us away. For the young who die, it is the last high carrying us closer to the other side. Each high brings us a shade too close to the thinning edge. I feel when we rip our body away from our soul someone has to help us through the pain after death. First figuring out where we are when we realize, “This isn’t Earth any longer. Nor is it OZ. It is filled with darkness. We can see our spirit but nothing else is visible. This is after we first leave our body. How long this period lasts, it’s impossible to measure without the existence of time. It is all for what? I thought maybe it was all for Love.
I’m exhausted. So that is all I have for now. I feel close to sane but on the edge of madness. Let me repeat my usual closing. It will make things appear to be as usual. I will see you soon. I must.
That’s all for now.
“Time for time and traveling with circuses must end. It is time to soar through the time barrier into all moments in the Universe.”
So, until I see you, I end with my favorite quote from the film Brief Sacrifice.
“Time can be folded and joined with all elements in all places as the one ultimate moment when time is all at once. In this place everything happens on a continual loop following into a continuum of time forever into infinity. In the “Silver Box,” there is contained the ability to draw time into itself and create the perfect infinite moment.”
I end this letter in “the moment between seconds.”
“The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and it was vitality that seemed to seep away from me in that moment.”
In a talk equal parts eloquent and devastating, writer Andrew Solomon takes you to the darkest corners of his mind during the years he battled depression. That led him to an eye-opening journey across the world to interview others with depression — only to discover that, to his surprise, the more he talked, the more people wanted to tell their own stories.
Depression. Grief. Sadness. These get confused.
Depression. When you have a catastrophic lost and six months later you are still devastated and unable to function. This is depression. “A slower way of being dead.”
You don’t think in depression you are just in a bad way. You believe you are seeing the truth. No matter what we do we are all going to just die in the end.
Depression is the family secret that everyone has.
Why do people feel a need to hide they are depressed? The stigma of having any kind of problem with the brain, unless it is medically connected, is such a misunderstanding. The brain is part of the body. If it is not functioning in a healthy way, it is a physical illness that needs treatment and concern and especially support from those who surround them, including society to find compassion and understanding.
Instead of taking someone who is depressed in a dance circle and working out the block in energy, we take them into a small dark room and make them talk about all the things that are making them feel awful.
Our needs are our greatest assets. Seeking meaning for depression. Valuing one’s depression. Learn something from depression. The opposite of depression is vitality. I love my depression because it has forced me to cling to joy.
Depression is when expressing emotions have been damaged or shut off.
Cleave to the reasons for living.
Depression is equal parts eloquent and devastating.
Vimeo Video by Alex Mallis
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Created 28th February 2014
Posted on Thursday 13th March 2014
TELL ME A STORY
WATCH & LISTEN. THINK THEN REACT. THIS NEEDS TO BE TALKED ABOUT.
IT NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT IN SCHOOLS. TOLERANCE. A NEED FOR ANGER
MANAGEMENT. FIRST REACTION IS NOT TO KILL. THE YOUNG BLACK MAN
IS NOT A DANGER TO YOU. THERE ARE DANGERS BUT IT ISN’T FROM THE
YOUNG BLACK MAN. IT IS FROM BIGOTRY. RACISM. HOMOPHOBIA. WHITE
SUPREMACY. FUNDAMENTALISM. MALE CHAUVINISM. DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN. RAPE. FEAR.
BULLYING. THE CULTURE. POVERTY. IGNORANCE. NEED FOR TOLERANCE
& UNDERSTANDING OF DIFFERENCE. TERRORISM IS AT THE ROUTE. ALL
KINDS OF TERRORISM ARE AT THE ROOT OF THIS INSANE WHITE VIOLENCE.
YOUNG BLACK MEN FEEL THE FEAR AROUND OTHER YOUNG BLACK MEN. IT
IS AN OUT OF PROPORTION FEAR. I WOULD FEAR WHITE MEN FIRST. THAT
IS MY EXPERIENCE. I WOULD FEAR THE POLICE. THEY ARE OUT OF CONTROL.
TOO MUCH AUTHORITY & POWER CORRUPTS. POLICE FEEL INVINCIBLE. FEEL
THEY CAN DO ANYTHING JUST BY USING THE PHRASE ‘STAND YOUR GROUND.’
WHITE MEN WHO ARE BIGOTS ON ALL LEVELS FEEL THEY ARE INVINCIBLE.
THEY FEEL THIS WORLD BELONGS TO THEM. EVERYONE ELSE IN IT IS A
LESSER INFERIOR CITIZEN WHO DOESN’T DESERVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS
THE WHITE MEN DO. IT’S EVIDENT IN CONGRESS WHAT WHITE MEN THINK OF
THEIR POWER. REPUBLICANS THINK THEY OWN WOMEN’S BODIES. ANOTHER
ARGUMENT FOR ANOTHER TIME. BUT AN ISSUE THAT IS OUT OF CONTROL.
AUTHORITY FIGURES & THE JUSTICE SYSTEM IS OUT OF CONTROL. IT DOES
NOT PROTECT THE INNOCENT. IT PROTECTS THE WEALTHY & FAMOUS. THEY
ARE THE ONES WHO CAN AFFORD THE LAWYERS. IF POOR & INNOCENT F.A.I.
ZIMMERMAN SHOULD BE SITTING IN A PRISON CELL WITH NO POSSIBILITY
OF PAROLE EVER. YET HE STILL CONTINUES OUT ON THE STREET CAUSING
THREATS OF ALL POSSIBLE KINDS B/C HE IS A DANGER TO SOCIETY. THAT
IS A MAJOR REASON FOR WHY WE LOCK PEOPLE UP. INSTEAD IN HIS PLACE
SOMEONE WHO GOT FOUND BY THE POLICE IN POSSESSION OF AN ILLEGAL
SUBSTANCE. LIKE MARIJUANA. GETTING HIGH SENDS PEOPLE TO PRISON.
WHO WOULD YOU PREFER BEHIND BARS? GZIMM OR A STONER? NO BRAINER
TO ME. GZIMM HAS TO GO. FREE THE STONERS. FREE THE YOUNG BLACK MAN
FROM HIS FEAR OF BEING ONE OF THE HUNTED AND KILLED. IT’S THE TRUTH
MICHAEL DUNN [THE SCUMBAG] WHO SHOT INTO THE CAR WHERE THE YOUNG
BLACK MAN JORDAN DAVIS WAS MURDERED SHOULD ALSO SPEND HIS ENTIRE
LIFE BEHIND BARS WITH NO POSSIBILITY OF PAROLE. HE FELT DISRESPECTED
B/C JORDAN CALLED HIM A CRACKER. WELL, IN ACTUALITY HE TURNED OUT TO
BE EXACTLY THAT “A CRACKER” IN ALL HIS MURDERING GLORY. HE MAY HAVE
BEEN SENTENCED FOR THE LESSER COUNTS BUT HE MURDERED A 17 YEAR OLD &
INJURED INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO WERE LISTENING TO MUSIC. ACCORDING TO
DUNN THE MURDERER – IT WAS TOO LOUD.
WHO DESERVES TO DIE B/C THEIR MUSIC IS TOO LOUD? OR THEY ARE OUT WALKING
CAUSING NO HARM. WHAT RIGHT IS ‘STAND YOUR GROUND’ WHEN THE INNOCENT DIE?
VIOLENCE. MURDER. ANIMOSITY OF ANY KIND NEEDS A CLEARER PROSPECTIVE.
KILLING IS NEVER THE ANSWER IN SOLVING PROBLEMS. USE WORDS NOT BULLETS.
In this video, Young Black Men are sitting around talking about what is
happening to them. Why the Young Black Man is seen as such a threat.
If a YBM is harassed by the cops, if he should tell the cop what his
rights are, the cop will turn up the force of harassment into physical
violence. If the YBM tries to take a photo with his cell. The cop will
knock it out of his hand. So, the YBM is not only seen as a threat, he
is brutalized for his mere visible existence. Even YBM are weary of
YBM, when they are in groups. It’s sad to hear this feeling exists.
What kind of White Propaganda of ‘Stand Your Ground’ have we spread
throughout the Black Communities and in the rest of the States. Walking
while Black. Driving while Black. Shooting into a car of Young Black People
playing music, to this mad man, was way too loud. So, they get shot, killed,
and injured for LOUD MUSIC. And the shithead doesn’t even get a GUILTY
Charge for Murder. He is serving time in prison. It’s Not for Murdering Jordan
It has to stop. The fear of others who may not always be harmless but probably
in most cases, yes, Harmless. Danger exists in all communities. And the danger
comes from a majority of people who are not Young Black Men. It seems to me
it is a matter of retraining our subliminal reactions & TV News needs to stop
sensationalizing the horrible actions of the few. It is a total exaggeration of
what is really going on out in the real world? We live in fear of the possibilities.
Yes, there is violence across the planet. But is it as extreme as we are being
shown on the Nightly News or in the news specials every time there is violence
bestowed upon part of the masses. It is tragic people are being shot by sociopaths
and/or psychopaths. I would think they would be less than 1% of the population.
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition but it happened. It is still happening
but just under a new heading and the continued bigotry & indifference.
A great beginning of dialogue found in this video “After Trayvon.” I know when
Zimmerman took the life of Trayvon Martin, it was the day “One’s Level of Tolerance
Had Overflowed Into Madness.” A Young Teenage Black Man was gunned down for
walking while Black, carrying his cell phone, an ice tea and a snack. No Weapons. No
Threat. Just Walking. Talking to his Friend on his cell. It’s impossible to see any of
Trayvon Martin’s activities as a reason to set off the reaction it did in Zimmerman.
[In the Mind of Zimmerman the Night he Gunned down Trayvon Martin In Cold Blood.]
“Oh, I am in danger. He is tall and Black. I must defend myself. I will confront him.
Get out of my car and follow him. Yes, I will stop him. I will STAND MY GROUND. If he
crosses over into my space, I will take it as a threat on my life and I must in good
conscience Protect My Own Life. I must KILL HIM before He Ever Has A Chance To
Protect Himself Against My Intentions. I need an Immediate Course of Action. Just
KILL HIM. Everyone will believe me if I say, “He was this Tall Black Man. He made me
feel threatened. I needed to Protect myself. I felt in Danger. Like he was going to
KILL ME. I was Lucky To Act First before He Had A Chance To Take Me Out. I needed
to TAKE HIM OUT FIRST. I was Justified. If I had to do it over, I would do the same.”
[DO YOU REALLY THINK HE EVEN BELIEVES ANY OF THE SH@T HE SPEWS FORTH?]
Purely, my own conjectures on what was playing in GZimm’s mind at the time he broke away
from any sense of composure or decency. As he stalked and murdered the Young Black Male
Teenager, we all know as Trayvon Martin. Was GZimm afraid of the Hoodie? Did he think it
was A Wolf in disguise & he was in a Grimm’s Fairy Tale? What the bloody hell was he
thinking or does he even have the capacity to think? It would seem not. He is a Brute. A
Murderer. A Spousal Abuser. A Liar. The list does go on. GZimm needs to fade away into
oblivion. To be no more. The rest like him should follow quickly behind. Wouldn’t want
them to miss their ride to the Big “O” of Oblivion. He needs to be Voided from the records
of ever being. Without him, Trayvon Martin would still be alive and his life would be before
him. But it’s not the Land of Make Believe & clocks move forward. The Past Is Set as Time Is.