Matter and Spirit

We need our mind to understand the matter, decrees Wikipedia. On this point, who can say the opposite? I. And I proclaim it very loudly, while the mind may well do without matter, without the mind there would be no matter. Be wary of the obvious, they are often such repeated falsehoods that we admit them without flinching.

This is one of the problems that the English language poses in understanding truth as closely as possible. The French word esprit is sometimes translated spirit, sometimes mind. Which leads to multiple difficulties, most of the time insoluble. Not only to translate French into English, as I do every day, but for the Anglophones themselves, creating difficulties that distance them from the absolute truth at every moment.

The English language is a tongue of the relative, the absolute resists it. This is the reason why this language of business and commerce has become global, while French only concerns a spiritual elite. To the Anglophones who read me, I recommend studying French if they want to discover something other than the seemingly obvious lies of this world. Then they can read the original French version of this website and enjoy their disovery.

If one needs the mind to understand matter, only the spirit allows to forget it.

The noodle effect

Albert Einstein offers us two theories concerning time travel, a general theory and a special theory. General relativity concerns the interaction between extremely massive objects and smaller objects that try to escape their gravitational pull. Assuming that your ship can move at a speed just below light and you try to get away from a black hole or a neutron star, time behaves very strangely.

Inside the ship, time slows down, at least as it appears to an outside observer. If you get too close, the tidal forces of the black hole will tear you apart. The side of the vessel facing the gravitational force undergoes a stronger attraction than the other side, and moves away from the other side of the vessel, causing the lengthening of the whole.

This phenomenon has the delicious name of ‘spaghettification’ or ‘noodle effect’. The side closest to the gravitational force will also know time in a slightly different way (due to the gravitational dilation of time) than the far side, and these two phenomena are different from what the outside observer experiences. (source)

Physics for Poets

When I learned special relativity, I was in a delightful class nicknamed “Physics for poets” (the more lyrical counterpart of “Sports for athletes”). My teacher was a lovely old man, long-tenured, who had written and illustrated his own textbook, which meant stick figures and rudimentary rockets.

He explained the classic twin paradox of special relativity using figurines named Moe and Joe. This thought experiment has been part of the physics discussions since the early 1900s and will remain a thought experiment until we are able to travel at light speed.

All right, there are twins named Moe and Joe. Moe gets on a rocket and Joe stays on Earth. As Moe’s rocket approaches the speed of light, Joe checks with a telescope. From Joe’s external observation point, Moe seems to move in slow motion. (source)

The Kind Old Professor

Moe’s clock ticking will be slower than Joe’s, and the light source wavelengths from his rocket will shift towards the red end of the spectrum (because they are stretched by the noodle effect). When Moe returns to Earth, she will have lived only a fraction of Joe’s time on Earth, and he will therefore be older. There is a lot of math and experiments with very small objects to support this theory, and you are welcome to explore them further on your own if you really like facts and figures, but the figurines and the nice old professor are enough.

In theory, it is therefore quite possible to move quickly in the future, but so far, we are far from having reached the speed required to experiment with a human being. For this, a person would need to reach a speed of about 300,000 km/second, and so far we have not discovered an energy source capable of generating such an amount of energy. And frankly, if we found one, I doubt that we would use it to project someone into the future, since we are already moving towards the future constantly. (source)

Uchronia

1 – Narrative of fictitious events from a historical starting point.
2 – Utopia applied to history; history redone logically as it could have been.
Uchronia is therefore a literary genre that relies on the principle of rewriting History from the modification of the past.

‘Uchronia’ is a 19th century neologism created by Charles Renouvier; etymologically, the word refers to a ‘non-time’, a time that does not exist. We also misuse the anglicism ‘histoire alternative’, alternate history. (Wikipedia)

My stories should fall into that genre, even if they also fall under the despotic dystopia. Dystopia refers to a close and imaginary world, in which individual freedoms are closely monitored and democracy no longer has any place.

Between uchronia and dystopia, there is as little difference as between a horse and a bicycle. Question of time, the two get together to travel.

Star Traveler

Star traveler, I wander through space-time. In truth, neither space nor time exists. Einstein demonstrated it without drawing the same conclusions as mine: we are plunged into the heart of a universal lie. My immobile journey is however infinitely rich in surprises. Its imaginary paths are paved with incessant discoveries.

No need to move our physical body to travel. No need to go beyond the slow light to visit past time. In the material world, the speed of light is an absolute. No body can exceed 300,000km/s. No physical body. But for the Spirit, nothing easier. Eternity? I spend most of my time there.

I probe worlds
with deep waves
that welcome me
I cross the threshold
their beauty floods me
but I am there all alone.

You come from elsewhere

The mind is not a physical body. At least the spirit. The mind is part of the physical body as a product of the brain — which is matter. The spirit, he, comes from elsewhere. You too who read me, you come from elsewhere. You accept to be here, to tell the truth you have no choice. That you believe. There is within you a force that laughs at the speed of light. In you flows a source at the origin of all clarity: it spins everything that shines.

The light is blocked, so. The slow speed it follows in matter, you don’t actually care. Your inner light can go much faster. Infinitely. Because you are the source.

Beyond any belief, next to any religion, outside of any obedience, any coterie, any clan, any tribe, your family too you can forget it. Living alone is my rule. No one can follow me where I go, nor live where I live, because for humans my shadow is nothing.

Alone in the world

My house does not exist. My threshold swings and here I am at the thirty-sixth floor below. I then awaken to the wonders of the inner worlds. The universe is infinite, we believe. We forget that it is also infinite inside. Thinking about it, it’s scary. Let’s not think about it. Forget this infinite so accessible, the inner path is so fast, time does not count for it, space is banned, the eternal present is the easy law.

One must pay this luxury an exorbitant price. Accept to be alone in the world. My loved ones, those whom I love and who love me, despite the power of their affection, the honesty of their love, cannot join me. The suffering is immense. The loneliness, a gangue of melted lead.

When I was an editor at Okapi, a Catho magazine for teenagers, I wrote a comic called Alone in the World. It was released in episodes in Okapi. The editor read it — he waited for the comics to be published to read them, the idiot. I was taking advantage of it. He jumped. Nothing Catholic inside, no way, just the opposite! It smells like sulfur! It’s demonic!!!

Thus this comic never released as an album.

Alone in the world, by Philippe Adamov based on a scenario by your servant. Philippe whose death I learn from writing these lines.

Future Visions

I spent all my childhood and youth telling imaginary stories or believing such. I was visionary. All these stories concerned me, in a distant future. Most of my songs, tales, stories, paintings, had only one purpose, to help me later. All were addressed to me, at the age I have now. I saw such crazy actions, so indescribable, I had to mobilize all the visionary talents of the child I once was to alleviate the suffering that I am experiencing now.

Without knowing it, I sent myself all that by the slow way: texts forgotten in a drawer, poems at the bottom of a trunk, paintings in boxes covered with dust at the bottom of an attic. I keep finding some and I drink.

Françoise, here! My first slut, we were 19 years old. Twenty years later, we see each other again. Chance of life, supposedly. My Q.

There is no chance. Everything that happens is willed.
Buddha

Death Sulks Me

Françoise did not come empty-handed. She gave me a big file. All my childhood poems. She had all the doubles. I had given it to him, knowing myself capable of losing them. Thank you Françoise. I cried.

I saw myself again, a febrile kid, writing without understanding a single word. I had to write, I spent my nights there, sure that if I slept for just a moment, death would take me.

She lost. I’m still alive. Thanks to Françoise, I have the precious advice of a kid who wrote, wrote, wrote…

Death hates me for this defeat. She doesn’t want me anymore. Why? I spent days looking for news from old friends. Artists, filmmakers, people from TV or comics, advertisers, creatives of all stripes. All famous, my age.

All dead. Incognito, I still live. Why?

Matrix and Memory

Matter and spirit are in perpetual conflict. The former always wants the last word, the latter looks at her with sadness before turning their heads while shrugging their shoulders. What strengthens the fury of Matter. She wants to be an eternal mother, strong with her Latin letters:

matter = matermother = ma terremy earth

The mother matter knows itself to be a matrix. From it everything comes, in it everything returns. The mind giggles. It remembers. It is his strength, his refuge and his certainty: his memory. The conflict is not of his doing, he does not get involved in it, which further excites matrix rage.

It doesn’t have a memory, it has impulses instead. The spirit remembers and makes fun of it. Memory of the world, it has always known that the matrix is not the origin : it is the receptable. It welcomes within itself an energy that comes from Heaven. From the Mother Goddess. Only true source that which is, Our Lady from Above has sown the Earth, Ter Ra, third planet of the Ra system, Egyptian name of the solar system.

Matière et MémoireMatter and Memory

I do not hide that the powerful reflections of Henri Bergson1859-1941 inspired this article — to which I did not want to give its title. And yet!

Published in 1896, Matière et mémoire is the book that established Bergson as a leading philosopher. He addresses an essential philosophical question, that of the relationships between body and mind. By the choice of his method, he creates a dialogue in a singular way between metaphysics and psychology, the analysis of concepts and the contributions of science, then in full renewal.

For him, no knowledge of the mind without knowledge of memory and its failures, which psychologists and neurologists have begun to apprehend; no knowledge of the body without an interrogation on matter, which must meet that of physicists.

If Bergson, by maintaining that mental life is not reduced to cerebral life, fits into the intellectual debate of his time, the general scope of the work invites to re-examine questions which, more than a century later, are still ours. (source)https://www.amazon.fr/Mati%C3%A8re-m%C3%A9moire-Henri-Bergson/dp/

Mine, in any case. I devoured the work of this great philosopher who almost a century after his death has still not left his purgatory. Mine promises to last even longer… I certainly don’t have his genius, but I am easier to read. Often.

The Vitalism of Bergson
Henri Bergson: Time and Duration

Eternal Ether

Eternity? I know it. I spend my days there every night. Material success is opposed to inner fulfillment. This fulfillment is the only thing that can make us happy, a little. Happy to live on the sidelines of this shitty world where everything is done to milk us and distract us.

Maintaining ourselves on the surface of ourselves. Keeping us alive in an eternal void. Avid, life is empty. Open, life is green. Intense, life is dance.

Let us beware of pampering this material prison where we have fallen for our misfortune. Here below everything pushes us to become more and more material, materials, soils, Earth you are nothing. The debris over the years petrifies you until any chance of escaping escapes you and melts like sleet in the solar furnace.

Hell does not exist. The most modern Christians imagine it as a kind of black hole. But the black hole is not what we believe.

The prince of physicists

“The theory of black holes was developed long before there was the slightest hint of their existence. I know of no other example of such an extreme extrapolation based on pure thought succeeding.

Thus expresses Stephen Hawking in the preface he wrote for Black Holes and Time Distortion, the work of Kip S Thorne, Nobel Prize winner in physics. Let there be no misunderstanding. This extreme extropolation to which Hawking alludes was not made by Thorne, but by the prince of physicists. Thorne indicates it in the subtitle on his cover page: Einstein’s sulphurous legacy.

What would have happened if suddenly all sciences had aligned themselves with the prodigious advances induced by Einstein’s work? For sure, the world would have been very different. Here is a beautiful timeline that I might write…

This genius was one of the most famous personalities of his time. New York offered Einstein a triumph worthy of a rock star or an astronaut returning from the Moon, while his work passed widely over everyone’s heads.

Three People Only

At the time, Oppenheimer had said: Less than three people in the world understand the theory of relativity — major work of Albert Einstein. And thirty thousand New Yorkers cheered him to break his voice.

When Stephen Hawking talks to us about such an extreme extrapolation based on pure thought, he makes a mistake. That is not at all what happened. By the way, did Hawking read Einstein? Can he understand it? I seriously wonder.

Einstein said it well: “I have never made a single discovery according to the process of rational thought.”

…Me neither! Like the great Einstein, I use my intuition, my visions, my hallucinations, my dreams… And thought only intervenes after the fact, to validate the discovery.

Certainly, I am not Einstein. But there are more than three people who can understand me. Global audience: 6.7 million people.