Psychic Forensics pursues crime with tools unavailable in 2005. The ability to use these tools through warp-rinths mapped through the Akashic Record didn’t get discovered til 2211 by Myrth, part of the S. Finley Breese Morse communications-inventions bloodline.
Before we begin our story about the horrific discoveries about Karl Rove’s diseased brain using Psychic Forensics, let’s clear up some lingo for you.
The Akashic Record is that indelible record (or imprint, really) of experience upon the all-senses papyrus of the multiverse. It’s all there in infinity for those who can read it. Your cat can’t read a book, but that doesn’t mean that a mammal (you) with a different skill set can’t decode a myriad of information distilled in those squiggles.
There is no thought, no envy, no patience that can be forged (faked) or forgotten. The multiverse is an incomprehensibly gigantic information system. You are embedded in the multiverse – it’s not like you can step out of it, have a rotten thought or action and step back in — in disguise by deceit. Yes, it is all recorded. A sobering thought.
Anyhow, Myrth was into maps. Maps are not truth, but they are links, useful links by which you can follow a theme or a thread. Warp-rinths are a kind of pattern of tunnels through time that orient you to certain threads in either a life of surpassing beauty or a life of surpassing ugliness like Karl Rove’s.
A labyrinth may seem confusing, but it is a path. Warp-rinths are just such paths through times as well as spaces.
Consider Mavericks, the greatest break on the planet – a wave so thick, deep, and powerful that only a handful of the greatest surfers dare ride it. And it killed the best of all time. Surfing the Akashic Record is like riding Mavericks except that you’re not just dealing with that one wave in one time. The times can slip a chron on you and you lose the thread. (Your mind can be mangled in time-riding certain time-waves.) It’s very tricky, though sherlockianly fascinating, of course. I’ll explain more about that another time (haha), about how to stay oriented in time when navigating the Akashic Record. Think sense of smell.
Article comments
1 - Dave Nalle
I didn't know that drivel came in gallon buckets.
Dave
2 - Nancy
Excellent & dead on analysis. "Psychopath" is right on the button: having known one actual certified diagnosed psycho, I can verify that they are indeed totally capable of appearing so 'normal' that YOU are the one left looking crazy. They are manipulative in the extreme, suffer no qualms of conscience, and hence are usually excellent actors & liars, capable of beating any sort of truth-telling tests, including machines & drugs. They are the incarnate argument for the existance of the devil. Unfortunately, too many of them are running this country - and others.
3 - Silas Kain
An article in this weekend's NYT says that Karl Rove is back in the GOP driver's seat. Did he ever really leave? He's the spine of the Bush Administration. Nothing is accomplished without having his imprimatur. Mr. Rove is to Mr. Bush what Mr. Tolson was to Mr. Hoover (J. Edgar, that is) minus the dresses and lubricant.
4 - alienboy
I didn't know that Dave Nalle had no mirrors...
5 - Dave Nalle
No, no. Liebnitz said that "Monads have no windows." Nothing about mirrors.
Dave
6 - pogblog
RoveIlk don't show up in mirrors.
Nancy, unless people have interacted with a compulsive addict or a psychopath, they are positive that they will be able to see through the deceits. I always thought so before I was exposed to the scrupleless, qualmless mastery of these folk.
I'm trying to grok it with all my might because getting an angle of light on these hungry ghosts would help the more simply sane.
As you clearly know, the psychopathic seem just slightly more normal. I'm beginning to lean to the walk-in theory. My friend -- and in his right mind he surely is -- in his compulsive gambler mode seems suddenly hijacked by The Contemptuous Gambler as if it were an Entity out of the Collective Unconscious. It feels to me as if its skills were honed on centuries of conning the puppets -- my friend seems one of The Gambler's herd of puppets. And in the case of the Gambler (a lives-wrecking addiction -- ye gods we should never depend on it for revenue), I have decided that it actually feeds on the flop-sweat and misery of losing. When someone gets very advanced in the condition, it's hard to imagine that they could be so bad at it? They seem to lose bigger and faster, but that's another story.
I just thought now, one might say it's as if he were abducted -- it's so sudden, so callous. He's left like a wet dishrag, sodden then wrung out. But he seems in a daze.
When he's in the grasp or throes, it is like being in the possession of an archetype, and I'm sure it feels crackish. The 'entity' seems to have the levers or the faucet of his high energy. It is what gives him the thrill-adrenalin-juice. He could have this from a lot of other sources with training, but the Gambler is so Cool. (To him -- I hate the thing.)
I'm always interested in the details of your insights on these psychopathic worlds.
sk, I like to think Mr. Rove will over-inflate his own balloon at last and good ole Hubris will fell him too. Of course, there's always the Rapture.
7 - Nancy
Uhhhh...I would respond, except you lost me after "I'm trying to grok it...."
8 - Dave Nalle
That was the gist of my complaint as well. If it's too complex or contrived it ceases to be amusing. No one wants to have to try to diagram an essay to figure out why it's humorous.
Dave
9 - pogblog
If compulsive gambling and other psychopathies weren't fiendishly complex, we would have solved them centuries ago.
How is it that on a pretty planet where we could occupy ourselves with construction, we are so neck-deep in either direct destruction or acquiescence with the destroyers? I'm baffled.
We're spending $820,000 per minute on weapons of mass destruction and their minders. I'm trying to see what's behind the curtain of the madness we seem to accept as ordinary.
It is complex. I think we have to bear down and stick with studying it though so in some generation, we can free ourselves of the disease of this penchant for destruction.