Making the Perfect Machine

My qualification for writing this truth in such clarity is the fact that I am a recognized genius and I happen to possess the guts to acknowledge the fact. I am not afraid of admitting that I am a great man living in a great time in history and in the presence of many others of far greature stature. We are collectively pursuing the quest of inner wisdom, and I just happened to realize that my documenting My path; the path that I traverse in making my way to that ever elusive destination can only help others, countless others.. (Not to mention myself, [not just in the process of penning it down, but also] in gaining from the pearls and visions contained herein for the rest of my decidedly beautiful life...) There are numerous times that I observe myself creating beauty in eloquence of thought or word that astounds even Moi!
Have you ever known anyone who is observing his own process of self discovery and is being amazed by what he sees time and again? I do, and it's beautiful!
A part of me says that I should share what I see, yet the societally exposed side of me says that "You shouldn't say things like that out in the open." What is that? What are we coming to? Is this why the great dialogues of the ancients were written? Is this why Shakespere and Tolstoy milled about in order to leave us something so radically different from what was in existence at the time that they actually "contributed" to the human condition. And we are asked to "fit the same mold" and be "Normal!" Infuriates me! Why must "I" be normal by "your" definition? What's "normal" to you is "boring" or at best "un-interesting" to me. I WILL to be what I am inspired to be, you are welcome to your own reality.
I seriously dislike "subjugated thinking." Trying not to displease the majority, the minority loses its rights. Crap! Its a game of weak minded intelectual parasites! Why has Political (IN!)Correctness permeated so much of our thinking? Why are you afraid to speak your mind? Well, this Sapien decided not to be that way. I have decided to wake up, and am announcing my birth cry by revealing it and myself via this book. I have shared my good and my bad, all of me, true and historic. How do you distrust a man who himself tells you all about what is within him. How do you doubt him when you _know_ he is telling the truth**? This book in itself, is a First. A great work of art never attempts to follow an established mould. It creates new moulds for lesser as well as greater followers to build upon. YOU should be proud of yourself for having read it NOW. You have thus become a SPECIAL member of a SELECT group. The Fore_Runners.

I saw a picture today which I have decided will grace the front of my page.. It goes well with my name. Which is ABBAS -----> ferocious Lion, or one who has ROAB. Roab now is another one of those (to western thinkers) funny words. There _is_ no direct translation. Its only conceivable meaning in english is a sentence or a paragraph. English, in all it's simple elegance cannot come up with a parallel for this beautiful and complex word. It would probably best be described as "someone who has majesty because of the respect he receives from himself and his companions." (Monosexually translated.)
If someone can come up with a better definition, please do share. You will get credit in this work and I'll see to it that your name becomes immortalized for the effort. That's what it means to live forever. Or does it?
I know the answer, but I'm afraid this is another place where those who know the riddle can enjoy the truth with me, and those who don't can enjoy the beautony of the fact that they will be finding it out in due time...
Coming back to my point, I have decided to speak my mind. If you live in my town, try tuning your CB to channel 9 sometime and leaving it there. You might just be lucky enough to catch me in one of my extemporaneous creative moods when I'm creating live poetry and spewing it out onto the world to enjoy or loose. I worry not about documenting it. There's far more where it comes from. The thinking mind is the pen which writes within me.. who cares whether others can read my best work or not. At least I got to experience it. :-)
My mind has been my best friend on this quest thus far. Although I do not know if it is the ideal companion. It is the psyche where the quest is taking place. In the process of learning the precious abilty to see things from the other side's point of view, I have deleloped an inner observer who reports on me to a beautiful depth.. I learned the alien concept of "Objectivism" from Ayn Rand's great work "The Fountainhead." I believe that this book needs to be termed as a milestone in a person's "Western development". Just like Iqbal can serve as one on the Eastern front. This quest has already taken me via numerous beautiful vicissitudes as the process of uncovering the layers of mysteries shrouding inner divinity are enjoyed as if living in heaven. But I am afraid I am leaving my audience behind and going too far to remain in touch with them, therefore I pace my journey. Those who disagree are welcome to point out so.

But we would like to return to our original topic of conversation. I was trying to get to talking about making a better machine. Because better would have to be attained before perfection is ever conceived, and that is the goal. My body is the best temple (and actualization laboratory) for my implementing perfection-within because that is what will enable me to move to the next rung.. It is "I" that makes it all possible, so why not have mastery over my "self" first? You know what rung I am referring to, on what journey. And in order to have mastery over the "self" in the deeper sense, mastery over the carnal - the physical - would be decidedly advantageous. I wish to perfect this body, to master it. I wish to harness all that I have the capacity of harnessing. Be it greatness within, or the STRONGEST Wild Man that anyone at my New Warrior Training Adventure weekend had ever witnessed. It's about connecting with the Man within, and some are crazier than others. I was the Wildest. *smile* I was the one with the greatest potential of the lot "at that time" because I had awoken and realized my worth. No longer a Diamond in the Rough, I am by personal realization "a diamond in the making." Readers of this work (and it's only got the initial stubs of chapters 4, 5, 6, 8 and 10, with 99 the only chapter that's close to completion at this time; these have been written in the order 6, 5, 4, 8, 99 and most recently 10 -- And it is doing a "Not Bad" job of documenting this journey.) .. readers of this work will realize that the statements being made herein are not the superfluous fancy of a child who has a "Great" complex, but the systematic deliberations of a man in the process of self discovery. There is so much that transpires that I don't even have the opportunity to preserve for the record, but then again enough is saved. I can't complain.
(PS: Did I already mention the CB radio? I have known for a while that state police is supposed to monitor channel 9, but don't know if they do. In the rare case that they do, I guess posterity will have a record of live [& extemopraneous] poetry and as poetic prose as well. But this is merely another tangent that may have to be edited in the not too distant future... )




Who is the teacher I need. What is the best way to master the self? Should I start with physical exercises or spiritual ones? Or something altogether different than either...? What form of yoga would I need to learn, what physical discipline will benefit me the most? WHAT am I looking for? Who is there that can help me? What paths, already travelled, headed in the same vicinity might I take direction from? Questions, questions...

Answers fly in and out of the cerebral realm. I know not what it is that you would like to hear, because I do not know what I can say better than what I am saying BY not saying it. Those who are with me know what I am pointing to, or they will write and ask. Those who are not with me here have further development to go through before they will understand. Read the WHOLE book first, and then come back to what you didn't Understand the first time.
This (next) time it will be as clear and simple as an innocent child's first lie. You will see right through it. *smile Shash* [continued...] The date today is March 18th, 1999, at 2:07 AM. I'm inspired and cannot sleep. So I am writing. Compliments of my friend Mark Greggs, I am listening to his "amanat", SCORPIO by Jonathan Jones. I will not try to limit it by words by attempting to describe it. I will just say that if you are a seeker of yourself, then SEEK yourself! Find every tool you can scurry to help you in your journey, and use it! This CD is one such tool for me. I have said enough on that topic..
The other topic that I need to talk about is something amazing that happened the next day. I wrote something, and then saw it come to pass. (This is about to get tricky, so be alert.) I wrote the following poem, and then Met the entity I had created in my vision - transcribed in my poem - in its entirety. I saw MR ME in triplicate, and I said

What I desire. You and I and... (WE!) The Trin Yang was born.

to Live a Party All My Life! what Teacher seek I, I may best enjoin?

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Seeking am I everywhere... Everywhere, Will I Find!!!

And the amazing thing that happened was that it came to pass! It happened. I found the teacher(s?) I was looking for... It was absolutely amazing...

Its a natural fit. I can learn an infinite amount from this set of Teachers, and in the process teach them what I have learnt that they haven't yet Mastered. The posibilities are endlessly beautiful...

Back to the thought @ "SCORPIO": I spoke with more than one inspiring friend this morning. You each know who you are. I thank you for your sharing your time with me. I love what I see in EACH one of you. Even the one I "met" for the first time tonight *smile* without actually "meeting." Technology is so beautiful!

http://www.abhidhyan.org for example.. I met this friend only via his website. Now say, if I can meet Masters via webpages, can you not meet Neo-Sapien creators?
Technology, technology.. Pandorra's box it is. But now that it's open, why not make the most we can from it? Here's another beautiful application:
A HUD inside a car. Have you noticed how a car is nothing more than an extension of the driver nowadays? I wish to make this connexion stronger and more response-able. Here is the Key:

An Infra Red light is shined from my steering column and three detectors detect the angle of the two reflections that come from each of my eyes, thereby ascertaining the EXACT location of each eye. From there it is a simple matter of triangulation to figure out where on my screen the object approaching from afar needs to be lit up so as to make it seem like the object itself is glowing... (Only to me, from my perspective as primary observer.) I'm not speaking of a separate screen at the base of the dash. I speak of active matrix LCD's being reflected directly into the line of sight of the object, so as to highlight it. This way a rock on the road can blink in red, a car stopped by the side can be shaded in orange for me to be aware of, and a deer in the dark on the right can be lit up so that I may avoid any unfortunate occurances. At my choice the sides of the road, the margins, can be lit up, thereby diminishing the need for lights on a beautiful moonlit night. If a car approaches from afar, the lights blink automatically. And this is only the visual interface being described. This vehicle shouldn't be called a Car. It should more likely be called an Extensor because it extends your senses. Do you "get the picture"?
Before I head to bed, here's one more advancement separating this vehicle from the average Merc or Lexus, besically your run of the mill, top of the line, "well engineered cars." This vehicle has a variable, speed and wind condition-based windshield wiper system. The beautiful part here is that in 95% of the cases there has to be no surface contact with the windshield at all. The pressurised air-window keeps it clean. Simply the concept is a pressurized, cold-air curtain-zone right above the windshield. So as rain approaches, it gets swept aside. And for those huge raining (cats and dogs) occasions, the wiper would determine where the wind is coming from, what the speed of the car is, and which way the water droplets are tending to flow, and direct the wipers to push the water in that direction, even if it means pushing them upwards and onto the roof of the car, instead of trying to force them downward, against the wind.. Does this not make simple sense? Common sense, as my father used to say, which isn't too very common these days.


Friend, I have to get going. I have continued this thought beyond where I last promised, and so far, I'm talking in silence. Write to me if you are interested in this particular (- by now 15 year old -) invention. Make some noise..