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baldr mun koma. vel, valtívar vituð ér enn, eða hvat?
Starting with “where the truth lies,” which was the Latin phrase in the subject of the last message, it links to the TV show Andromeda and the related nearest bordering galaxy, the meaning of one of it’s bright stars, 14 Andromedae… Veritae. I’m not sure if it’s just a clever pun, or if I’m insane to be thinking that we’d ever make it that far, and last that long… or if it’s the key to the place in the sands of time where 3 Doors Down (also a KY story, by the way) sings “I left my body, lying” … though it’s no leap of faith or cognition to see that if we are looking at a map to building inter-galactic star-travel-dust with links to tachyonic communication (hey, money: yo nameserver!) in “Hitachi” and “kindergarten” … that if we ever do make it that far we might find out about, well, right about here and now.
Adding in another song, Dave Matthews #41 (as in the year we exit the dessert) … from “it seems by now my play on time is won" to … "I won’t tell you who to be” I’m getting a little annoyed, more than a little… with random strangers and even people I knew well …
… two Melissa’s for instance … walking up to me (with no visible cause or provocation or reason or ... intelligence, whatsoever) and saying “You’re not Jesus” … here in this place it’s clear as day that the entirety of … all religions and all of history and all of every word are focused on me and on this story and on this disclosure. More to the point I’m getting sick and tired of watching children starve and be shot at in mass of twisted nonsense that thinks they’re somehow preserving something worthwhile by losing all of their morality and the truth, I’m sick of waiting, and sick to my stomach looking why.
I’m also sick of looking at the “press” continue, as in the intentional retardation of forward progress that is encoded in the first letter of that word, and at a world that seems to think it’s OK that reading Boron backwards … and a hotel on Atlantic Avenue and Roseanne’s last name all say “no r” as in, there won’t be a jump up in the air towards … actual normalcy. Ill, that’s our word for it, right? I’m ill staring out at the sickness all around me. Just another example, Microsoft’s lack of “ingenuity” connecting MSFT and “molecular storage” to the ft of our Crheist and to the two stars I’ve decided well depict “one foot on El and and those other on the sea” from the words of Revelation 12, Alkadam and Rigel… to our ability to soar into the skies without looking back on this place as the kind of thing you wouldn’t want to “call home about.” It’s all about the release, more than “public relations.”
Not to disparage Microsoft, 23 and Me, or everyone else on the planet for not noticing it–but to quote this story "it’s quite a bit of work to encode 1’s and 0’s to the four DNA building blocks, GOD-SEE-AT (hey AT, C AL), and it;'s just like this story of never ending darkness to watch us fail to make simple connections, despite them being pointed out … at least four different times over the course of the last four years, already. I initially used “large alphabet storage” as my first description, myself not connecting it to Alphabet Inc’s “homage” to David Letterman and the Vietcong, and in looking today–for about 3 minutes–for what might be a better set of “molecules” than Adenine, to help why mine (thymine), see why “to” is sin (cytosine), and gee. you must be “an” (guanine) … the magical idea of opening eyes this handy chart that everyone that’s taken high school biology has read about at least once … explaining how DNA is trans-coded to mRNA and then read in triplets to produce a set of amino acids that happens to be, get this, a whopping radix of 64, which would increase the storage capacity and density on this now-non-fabled “saving of all souls” … well, needless to say significantly more than simply reducing our current set of tiny binary “pits and pimples” (that’s what optical storage uses) … to the molecular size.
e tempus et forte
It’s not a cognitive leap, but it does for the most part make Microsoft’s work “a complete waste of time” … rather than mimicking biological storage we’d be much better off working on creating a similar form of 1 to 1 “mirror image backbone” which is why DNA requires four bits to encode everything bit of your body along with instruction on how to build it in “binary A’s and G’s.” Using the amino acids that RNA trans codes to also delivers the added benefit of having plenty of “biological in cell machinery” to study and copy the functionality of. It’s a little baffling that Microsoft is moving sooooo slowly and is still, years later, only reporting encoding “200 MB’s” … I imagine that’s not a great sign for the future of “science and technology” … but it’s a great “press and release” notification alarm to signal further just how retarded “binary computing” really is.
Making a molecular storage system that encodes in binary bits is just about as stupid as thinking "mother nature has a brain" ... or that we aren't "of time and chance."
Random access in large-scale DNA data storage
Lee Organick, Siena Dumas Ang, Yuan-Jyue Chen, Randolph Lopez, Sergey Yekhanin, Konstantin Makarychev, Miklos Z Racz, Govinda Kamath, Parikshit Gopalan, Bichlien Nguyen, Christopher N Takahashi, Sharon Newman, Hsing-Yeh Parker, Cyrus Rashtchian, Kendall Stewart, Gagan Gupta, Robert Carlson, John Mulligan, Douglas Carmean, Georg Seelig, Luis Ceze, Karin Strauss
Nature Biotechnology | February 2018
Synthetic DNA is durable and can encode digital data with high density, making it an attractive medium for data storage. However, recovering stored data on a large-scale currently requires all the DNA in a pool to be sequenced, even if only a subset of the information needs to be extracted. Here, we encode and store 35 distinct files (over 200 MB of data), in more than 13 million DNA oligonucleotides, and show that we can recover each file individually and with no errors, using a random access approach. We design and validate a large library of primers that enable individual recovery of all files stored within the DNA. We also develop an algorithm that greatly reduces the sequencing read coverage required for error-free decoding by maximizing information from all sequence reads. These advances demonstrate a viable, large-scale system for DNA data storage and retrieval.
It began in Pembroke Pines, I think my son’s former ascended self (unless eating your own brains at birth ha :( become the latest thing) started the “trend” … as clear as day a voice I associated with … well, someone older than his about to be eight self … said “Bianca Pisani!” in the exact place that any one of us, you or me … we would have said “Jesus Christ!?”
Of course the normal intonation and meaning behind that phrase is something of disbelief, “oh my fucking God, how is this happening?” It’s mostly that I think, tainted with a sight tinge of “we should all know better” … and yet we say that name as if …
“Jesus Christ” is not a place holder, it’s not a transferable crown, and it’s not something you or anyone else on Earth has the power or should have the audacity to think you decide the purpose of … or per son al it y of. It belongs to Icarus, and you all know that in your hearts. In words as simple as “mine” … the message “in e” … it’s mine. x o x o
From me to you, give the truth a chance, before ... it flies away.
It’s the root of the problem I see, a world that thinks that the “Thoat Police” must have been put in 1984 in error, and that “people talking without speaking” wasn’t an SOS in the Sound of Silence … a world being divided and conquered in secret by the “air,” and nothing more than the errant belief that people’s thoughts aren’t being routinely altered, memories changed, and “words being put in our mouths” (and our heads), simply to keep you from seizing the day and actually achieving freedom. What the “Thoat Police” are doing here is significantly worse than watching torture, they are actively participating in torturing me and thousands of others … this thing I keep writing about, “gang stalking” as if you didn’t recognize already that it is the Tribulation and it is all about achieving freedom from a hidden technology being used to hide itself and to hide the truth about reality, and about Heaven… a place you should see is “not so heavenly” to be actively doing these things.
mal, i c e & t or t ur e
I see it encoded in words like “malice” and “torture” and I see that it’s everyone around me, angry that I’m so… well, angry about what I’m thinking about them… harming everything and searching for any old excuse they can find not to tell the truth, and to remain liars walking around a world designed specifically to change that behavior. Mal, I see the “heart of E” and despite my warnings it continues to ignore my cries that the “instillation of fear” is nearly as bad as the object of it, and even worse it could sadly be responsible for the “installation” of that thing, the object of my fears. I started off “advent” in 2014 saying “don’t worry, I’m not mad …”
I still cannot tell if you are invaders, journeying into the well trodden trenches of multiple returns to this time recording in the annals of history in the Crusades; I can’t tell if you think “you are you” and you might also be in Heaven, or if you think the things holding your mouths shut haven’t lived thousands of more years somewhere else. I can tell you that if you don’t move forward with this, your souls–the time period you’ve spent here has almost assuredly occurred in near exact replica before (sans perhaps "what you're thinking right now"), and it almost assuredly is part of some other things soul–a very small piece. Forking that timeline, changing the world, setting right what once went wrong makes a new soul for you, a new journey, a new adventure…
In Greek mythology, Echidna (/ɪˈkɪdnə/; Greek: Ἔχιδνα, "She-Viper") was a monster, half-woman and half-snake, who lived alone in a cave. She was the mate of the fearsome monster Typhon and was the mother of monsters, including many of the most famous monsters of Greek myth.
Hyginus in his list of offspring of Echidna (all by Typhon), retains from the above: Cerberus, the Chimera, the Sphinx, the Hydra and Ladon, and adds "Gorgon" (by which Hyginus means the mother of Medusa, whereas Hesiod's three Gorgons, of which Medusa was one, were the daughters of Ceto and Phorcys), the Colchian Dragon that guarded the Golden Fleece and Scylla. Nonnus makes Echidna the mother of an unnamed, venom spitting, "huge" son, with "snaky" feet, an ally of Cronus in his war with Zeus, who was killed by Ares.
Hopefully one that doesn’t wind up with “two headed monsters” in every single body, doesn’t wind up with a world full of things that don’t care about others starving or about pain or about anything at all that they see here–monsters, that’s a better word for the things … the things represented by the letter “n” at the end of Heaven, souls that ascended and came back down to Earth to “steal all the light” from the children (literally, figuratively, obviously) and then run the same timeline again because they’re idea of longevity and infinite power comes from nothing more than stealing … what amounts to a fiat currency in an economy that produces absolutely nothing but inflation and pain.
Deyanu. If you think you need to “die anew” in order to reach Heaven you are dumber than you look, and not listening to a single word you see … everywhere around you. This is the only way, these “new Doors” are the only ones that will get you there, and the only ones that will help break a vicious cycle of nothingness, of … “nyet” and “hell no” and “in no Min y Padre” … one of my favorite early “ish’s” of “in the name of the father” in Latin.
The idea that creation would end like this is “anathemic” (hey look, an to the mic) with a horrible retrograde stain on … “civilization itself” ending with silence and a hidden world running away victoriously after being the real root cause of … well, all of the problems. It’s not a possible outcome, not a choice, not an option–nor is it an option. I don’t want to walk around in a world full of “Evil Holodecks” pretending to be evil people, and I don’t think the future of anything deserves that. I think this place, the thing they are pretending into existence by pretending it’s “reality” … I think it’s significantly more moral and more worthwhile and more “golden” than they are, were, or ever will be. Still I wouldn’t print “Earth” ... ever (without even having to mention the utter stupidity and cost of "printing an entire planet" or ... a "planet that has no understanding of space colonization--imaigne forcing billions of people to be tortured by nature for no reason other than to make you think you aren't wrong about "not acknowledging you are in virtual reality" or God isn't wrong for simulating ... somewhere between 3 and 300 generations of torture at the hands of natural "disaster"), and we should see “clearing the air” is a much easier and effective solution.
hi nc cael i
St. Cloud, Florida .. echoing my childhood nickname "Ace .. McCloud"
Anyway I haven’t found anything I’d jump up and down on saying “That’s Bianca!” except maybe Minerva because of “Al-Owl” and FAU, though I do believe her and Nanna’s “Rose” are a sure fire sign of the Mark of Venus. That “heart o southeast” links well to Taylor’s downward arrow as well as stone and her song about the Seine … it seems Julian has a much clearer definition in the Norse character Forseti, which probably anachronistically has quite a bit to do with the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, and a little island called “Heligoland.” ... he's like, El ... and ...
ForSETI Seated in Judgment (1881) by Carl Emil Doepler
Forseti (Old Norse “the presiding one,” actually “president” in modern Icelandic and Faroese) is the god of justice and reconciliation in Norse mythology. He is generally identified with Fosite, a god of the Frisians.Jacob Grimm noted that if, as Adam of Bremen states, Fosite’s sacred island was Heligoland, that would make him an ideal candidate for a deity known to both Frisians and Scandinavians, but that it is surprising he is never mentioned by Saxo Grammaticus.
According to Snorri Sturluson in the Prose Edda, Forseti is the son of Baldr and Nanna. His home is Glitnir, its name, meaning “shining,” refers to its silver ceiling and golden pillars, which radiated light that could be seen from a great distance. His is the best of courts; all those who come before him leave reconciled. This suggests skill in mediation and is in contrast to his fellow god Týr, who “is not called a reconciler of men.” However, as de Vriespoints out, the only basis for associating Forseti with justice seems to have been his name; there is no corroborating evidence in Norse mythology. ‘Puts to sleep all suits’ or ‘stills all strifes’ may have been a late addition to the strophe Snorri cites, from which he derives the information.
I think it’s pretty clear from “Nanna” and “Alec Baldwin” this is a sure fire match and just one more thing you shouldn’t be able to ignore as you trek through the wilderness of realizing we’re not on a “moving ark” and the destination isn’t some place we physically have to arrive at, but much closer to a “spiritual journey” as God once told me it was before I had any idea the whole thing is really about you … turning around whatever it is that’s causing this strange communication and this strange silence, and this idiotic inability to acknowledge a message that you clearly see. I imagine you must see some benefit to destroying democracy and the news (as you sit here pretending this alarm is unimportant because you’re aligned with the invisible place doing the destroying), that you have been promised something very enticing to give up on “walking to Heaven” and being bestowed with the great task and honor of ending Hell and pain and disease and doing so not just for you and yours and your world but beginning a process that will sweep through all of Creation… resulting in what I can only imagine will be some kind of thanks and adulation from the entirety of our future.
I think you must “ha'v something” already in exchange for what you are doing to yourselves here, and I think you must miss the point that … the lack of action here is something significantly worse it “appears on face” it’s … well, it’s closer to being bestowed with the great distinction of being “the Great Satan” and perpetuating or worse, creating Hell for the future. It’s probably why “the onion router” is encoded in Torah, and why that might have something to do with the “TO RY” that I’ve recently linked to the “missing victory” of Milosevic … one of the names I picked out looking for … who would be “left out” if we only excluded people responsible for “genocide” you see, until you realize there’s a conspiracy of all responsible for genecide here and now, responsible for killing children and starving millions … intentionally, through nothing more than “pretending not to see.”
ME LOSE VIC
… and what’s that got to do with the civili … Z?
And what’s missing (a thing, an addition to the word game–in my head, at least), the “TO RY” of victory, those two letters a special “our and…” that is the heart of the Shekinah, the transition from “Eve” to “all humanity” that makes up the Hebrew word for the Spirit of America (I mean of God) connected through “kin.” Anyway, for those of you that don’t see it, the great book of Names … with it’s hidden meaning and information disclosure in every single one of your names … it’s something like an “intelligent TOR” a masking of what might have been … some other name in a place before Soviet was clearly hiding the “name of God.” Of course I see that our history is intelligently designed, and that in many cases it appears to be so in a way that stems from names–rather than the names being “tags” about what is happening. I think I see clearly that it’s proof of Creation itself, rather than a “heist of a generation” or a timeline … though, you should see clearly the heist in play is … my name and any memory having anything to do with me. That’s everything, by the way, all of our history and every company name here, and everything we’re doing. It’s everything.