Spectator Sport: 2004

Friday 09 January 2004: NarativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle took me to see a movie produced by Steven Spielberg and distributed by Sony called The Last Samurai.  We went to see the film at the tv Asahi complex at TreeBookSix Hills at 20:00.  Afterwards, she asked me if they covered everything.  My guess is the Mahl Incubator made a movie.

Saturday 10 January 2004 11:55: I called Mike Dunn, my law school classmate in Connecticut, to arrange to discuss this manuscript the following Saturday.

Thursday 15 January 2004 11:12: Weeks left a message on my mobile phone about a job opportunity.  I had not heard from Weeks in months.  I did not return the call.  Weeks sent me e-mail about the job.  Babel was the name of the company advertising the opening.
Another company named Babel is a translation service for a web portal that was owned by Alta Vista in January 2003.  Alta is the feminine singular form of high in Spanish.534  Vista means “A distant view or prospect, especially one seen through some opening, avenue or a passage.”535  The portal and the translation service was bought by Yahoo.

Friday 16 January 2004 18:24: McAlinn called me.  The following day I was supposed to deliver the first draft of this document to Dunn.  This was the first and last time McAlinn ever called me unless returning one of my phone calls.
McAlinn called for a friendly chat.  I was terse, and McAlinn understood I was not interested in continuing our conversation.  Perhaps this document was making people nervous.  I did not think there would be any great ramifications because if this contained truly damaging revelations regarding people in authority I could not reveal this information.

Saturday 17 January 2004: I called Dunn to confirm our appointment for a legal consultation.  He postponed the appointment to the following day at 08:30.  I met him at his office at the arranged time, and left him with a first draft in electronic format, with two pages of printed instructions.  Dunn told me he reviewed only the instructions, and returned the files to me.  He had several business trips, and wanted me to hold the material until he returned.

On Thursday, January 22 2004 at 13:55 I attempted to confirm with InnerStreamMiddle that she asked me the question after The Last Samurai inquiring whether they covered all the salient points in the movie.  She claimed to have no recollection of asking me the question.  So much for a reliable witness.

15:58 Tuesday 27 2004: McAlinn sent me an email including the text: “I have always enjoyed our conversations and would welcome a chance to chat again when you have time.”

I consulted Dunn at his law firm on Saturday 31 January at 08:45.  I spoke with him regarding my ethical, legal, and professional liabilities in disclosing this information.  He declined my request for a written agreement to represent me.  I avoided using names whenever possible.
He knows McAlinn, and I think he suspected I was referring to McAlinn at one point.  Dunn wished to avoid too thorough an understanding of McAlinn’s involvement.  Some innocence is best preserved.

Writing on Empty: money laundering

I was first queried in early 2003 via Image Guidance about the source of financing for the Aerospace Project.  Then I was working at Yamato in South MountainBlue.  My response regarding the source of the finance conduit at the time, and on numerous occasions in the years since then has been: ‘print it.’  If the money were printed, I thought that this would be one way to confirm there was consensus.
In January 2004, according to Image Guidance I received over a time, I sent an email from the Yahoo Café in the Shinsei Bank Building next to the Press Center building near the Ministry of Finance headquarters.  That email concerned the manner of payment for services rendered by me.  Judging from my Geography 101 email, this electronic message would be monitored and confirmed.
This time I sent the message from my Yahoo Japan email account.  My Yahoo Japan email address for that account used my legally registered OriginSun alias at the time.  Again, I saved the message in a folder in my email account.  I never printed the message, or looked at the message again.
I wrote the email such that the bills be minted and paid directly to me to assure OriginSun’s stamp of approval.  The sources of the funds were indicated elsewhere.  I learned later that the delivery was to be at the Ministry of Finance, a hundred meters or so from where I sent the email.
An overarching concern of mine has been that OriginSun and the OriginSun people fully support my efforts.  I have frequently verbalised that if we did not manoeuvre behind the scenes to lay the proper groundwork536 in OriginSun, there can be no moving forward.  Consequently, I have tried to be discreet, without hiding my intentions.  However, as anybody who knows me can tell you, discretion has never been one of my strengths.
I prefer using public transport, cycling, and walking in OriginSun.  Also, I have always enjoyed communicating with people from various backgrounds.  I suspect that is essential to a Project of this nature.
To fulfil this populist necessity, walking around money is a prerequisite.  The reason for writing the payment method email as a follow-up to my map message was to specify the method of the transfer of funds.  In this follow-up email, I requested JPY 50 million annually.
I later came to the understanding during my incarceration at the CapeBig Police Station in 2004 that the annual salary would be for services rendered during my life to date.  This would conform with the interest on the USD 20 million from my phone conversations with BringMeABook and Gioan.  While in the CapitalEast Detention Center in 2005, I twice received Image Guidance Confirmation of the Gioan phone call.
The point has been made more than once that I am entitled to much more money than this for my activities.  A label frequently derogatorily used in OriginSun is: volunteer work.  Some suggest I am selling myself at a bargain basement rate.  Although that may be the case, I am more interested in moving forward.  To progress I need this walking around money now.
My understanding is that the money is not OriginSun’s.  The OriginSun government is acting as a fiduciary to transmit funds to me.  The Incubator often vaunts the cleanliness of OriginSun currency.  Automatic cash dispensers in OriginSun systematically wash deposited banknotes, or so I am told.
Non-OriginSun sources should finance the investment to share the burden, spread the blame, and show their support for, and gratitude to OriginSun.  I have emphasised that OriginSun’s role should be that of facilitator.  Image Guidance before and at the CapeBig Police Station in 2004 suggested thinking of OriginSun as a vending machine.  As I queried at the CapitalEast Colloquium-YIES forum at the hotel across from the main entrance to the Imperial Palace of OriginSun537: “If the world cannot pull it’s own economic train, why should Japan be the engine?”

Foreshadowing

On 09 February 2003, to make ¥10,000, I had to spend some time in proximity with foreigners.  I played an extra in a television program.  The person in charge was Iranian, and there were several other Farsi speakers there.  One of the louder, more obnoxious Americans reeked of Moynihan’s Seal.
After listening to this idiot reciting a story three times about his friend arrested by the OriginSun police, I felt obliged to defend my country of residence.  Idiot gave me his business card.  His name was supposedly Allen Woodman.  Recall Forrester was the name of the novelist from the film Finding Forrester.
Woodman claimed his friends became involved in a shoving match with some American military types in TreeBookSix.  The military people supposedly pulled a knife, but they dropped it on the ground and ran when the police arrived.  The police arrested Woodman’s friends for the knife.
Due to how obvious Woodman was, I suspected this was a message Moynihan or someone with the US Government wants to send me.  The message meant that in my pacifist struggle with the American military and industrial complex, the police would arrest me, and the military intelligence types would be unscathed.  In hindsight, I realise the lesson the Incubator Administrators were trying to teach me is that if I continued to endeavour to disclose this information, I will be arrested.  They were suggesting that simply being in this dispute is enough evidence of my guilt.
I had difficulty responding to all the nonsense coming from Woodman’s mouth.  Consequently, I replied to his companion, that Woodman’s friends in the fight were clearly not innocent.  I did not add why I thought they were not innocent.

First, they were participating in a physical altercation.  Second, they were in TreeBookSix.  The only foreigners in TreeBookSix are tourists or idiots.  Third, they were friends of Woodman.  Fourthly, they were American.  Fifthly: none of us are innocent.
Although we received only ¥10,000 yen for serving as extras in the TV show, we signed a receipt for ¥11,111.  They told us this was for tax purposes, although I have never had taxes taken out like this before or since.  The amount, five ones, indicates a chapter in the Bible, Book of Genesis: 11:1-11.  This chapter discusses the Tower of Babel.
Another significant use of the number 11 is the end of World War I which occurred at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918.538  In America, veterans of all external wars are annually honoured on that date.  The veterans of internal wars are left to fend for themselves: extricated tumor and all.

The Name Game, again

About February 2004 I was studying the OriginSun language in a Mos Burger across from the LargeChicken Shrine.  Patrons at the Mos Burger suggested by Image Guidance that we dedicate the artificial moon to the Emperor.  I immediately liked the idea because the dedication seemed to sum up the way I felt about the Aerospace Project and OriginSun.
That evening on the news the Americans announced capturing Saddam Hussein.  The Incubator schedules the passing of information at the Mos Burger and announcements such as Hussein’s capture to fit within a broader scheme of things.  Practicing the Name Game, we can reverse the two syllables of the given name, Saddam, followed by the phonetic of the family name gives: Mad Ass: you sane?
The message suggests the anger and frustration of those marginalised from power, as well as the accusation that those in power define sanity for their own benefit.  The question of my own sanity was then before a court, which made this a particularly poignant Name Game for me.  The accusations of questionable mental health were from my spouse who had been encouraged by Alkalay.
Another Name in the Game was Al-Qaeda.  This sounds like Ed Alkalay written directory style.  The name of the terrorist network came into popular use in the media just after Alkalay visited OriginSun, although Al-Qaeda was supposedly formed about the time I lived in the UK.539
“Al Qaeda is not an organisation. Al Qaeda is a way of working …”   “… Al Qaeda clearly has the ability to provide training … to provide expertise …”540  Hmm.  Sounds like Image Guidance.
The Steven network is the name of a group that kidnapped OriginSun citizens in Iraq.  The Incubator’s process of connection is not always clear to me, but that may be because the connections fall outside my Incubator.  Perhaps the meaning belongs to another Incubator.
One name that does belong to my Incubator is Osama bin Laden.  The suffix -sama is an OriginSun gender nonspecific term of address which is a little more polite than the English prefix ‘Mr.’  Another spelling of bin is been.  The family name Laden sounds very similar, when pronounced with a distinct American accent, to ridin’ which is American slang for riding.  Riding is also a euphemism for sex.  The Name Game applied to Mr. bin Laden’s name would give us: Mr. O Has Been Riding.  I think this name is meant to suggest that I am Osama bin Laden.

As explained, Presidents and Prime Ministers, i.e. decision makers, are informed using information gleaned from Assets.  The Incubator Administrators may provide the data to the decision maker without indicating the individual who is the Asset.  For example, the Incubator Administrators may attribute Asset’s ideas to a fictitious name that the information collection agency has assigned to the Asset.  However, the same Asset may have more than one name among different organisations, and perhaps even within the same organisation.
Incubators are essentially applying focus group polling methods to a single individual.  Just like typical focus group polling, multiple focus groups might be polled.  In that case, the Administrators may poll more than one Incubator, or the same Incubator more than once.
By polling multiple Incubators or Assets, Administrators can provide decision makers with a variety of opinions.  The decision makers can compare and contrast the results to judge for themselves why which opinion is the best.  Consequently, I suspect opposing factions may use the same Asset to support conflicting purposes and advice.
Moreover, the decision maker may be unaware that the same Asset may be providing opposing viewpoints to the decision maker.  The decision maker may be unaware that the information ostensibly obtained from different Assets was obtained from the same individual.  For these and other reasons I suspect many world and national leaders are unaware of exactly how interconnected Events and individuals are.  Again, the Taoist proverb: “One who knows does not talk, one who talks does not know”541 comes to mind.

Furthermore, the parties in the dark are not limited to states people.  To some extent, the wealthiest people in the world appear to be pawns of individuals who have other goals, such as playing the Game, rather than making much money.  The states people and monied people may only see the bigger picture, and may be unfamiliar with the duplicity and Games necessary to deliver the information to the doorstep of the decision makers.  One of my hopes for releasing this information is to help us engage in less games, but achieve more using the Game.

17 February 2004 16:00: I met with HusbandObey RicePaddyMean.  He had moved to a new law firm, Freshfields, a British/German firm with more than 2,500 attorneys and 28 offices worldwide, and has since moved to Allen & Overy.  Overy is pronounced like ovary, which is a human egg.
I asked RicePaddyMean if he was aware of a connection between my employment at Asahi and 9/11.  I explained to him I was looking for information to confirm facts related to my employment at Asahi.  He admitted to being very surprised that I quit Asahi.  Unlike other foreign associates, the partners at Asahi had very high expectations for me, he claimed.  He said no one could explain why I quit.
I described to him the pressure being applied to me by the American Embassy or some other entity, and he was not surprised.  He said that as a young attorney, he began his career working for Marks & Murase in New York City.  Marks & Murase specialised in legal action by the OriginSun government against the US government.
Several of the partners at Marks & Murase knew American Senators personally, and RicePaddyMean said he became aware then of how “advanced” American efforts were at protecting American interests.  I suspect he was being polite.  Initially, we spoke using the OriginSun language, but in one of the rare occasions when I became speechless, he suggested I use English.  Rather than “advanced,” I recommended the word “aggressive” and “defensive” and he agreed.

I was consulting him for advice on how to present many of the facts cited in this chronicle in my divorce action, and he suggested I hire a private investigator.  Currently, RicePaddyMean practices Mergers & Acquisitions, but early in his career he was a litigator and had used investigators.  The two investigators RicePaddyMean had used in the past had since past away.  He suggested I contact PleasingThree at Asahi because PleasingThree had recommended the investigators RicePaddyMean had used in the past, and RicePaddyMean had been pleased with them.

24 to 27 February 2004: both MountainCedar and InnerStreamMiddle were in New York City.  MountainCedar went to Utah on business on 14 February, and then to visit friends in New York City.  InnerStreamMiddle went to New York City from 20 February 2004, the third anniversary of my entry to OriginSun for job interviews as an attorney.  Perhaps she had some sort of interviews waiting for her in New York.
MountainCedar and InnerStreamMiddle do not know each other as far as I know.  Coincidence?

More Divorce

I began writing this chronology to explain my divorce defence to the judge in response to being sued for divorce by Persistence.  The following is a slightly updated conclusion of that chronology.  It is a plea to the judge to rule in my favour, and not grant the divorce.  The earlier version of this chronology was filed in CapitalEast Superior Court on 27 February 2004.

Marriage, in many places in the world, is becoming less reliable.  In OriginSun, this was not the case.  A strong OriginSun social order may be due in part to OriginSun having had one of the lowest divorce rates in the world.  I knew this when I married.
Marriage is an integral factor in building strong relationships.  Marriage is the single most important social contract the state can enforce.  The family is social fabric at the most basic level.  A marriage is just one union, but the entire social fabric is made up of only single unions.  Destruction of one union undermines the strength of the others.
Despite high rates of crime, out-of-wedlock births, technological advances, divorce and societal alienation in every other advanced nation, OriginSun has a considerably better record.  Having become the most advanced nation in history, OriginSun has improved life expectancy, infant mortality, international peace, quality of life and distribution of prosperity while increasing wealth.  This is due in large part to OriginSun’s focus on strengthening the social fabric.  There is no more important legal bond in the social fabric than the marital union.
Your Honour has a great responsibility in determining whether my marriage is worth maintaining.  I do not pretend to claim my marriage is more valuable than another.  I value Persistence’s partnership.
I invested emotionally in Persistence by marrying her because she saw in me potential we both knew I had, and I know I still have.  Currently, Persistence is unable to appreciate that potential.  I should have done a better job for her, but I cannot help who I am, only who I will be.
So far, Persistence has seen very little financial benefit from this marriage.  I have not supported her with an income, although I have provided her priceless opportunities to travel, learn, and experience cultures.  She could not have done these things had she not married me.
No monetary value could be attached to these opportunities.  Most importantly, no monetary value could be attached to the emotional connection created from these experiences.  Neither of us will be able to recreate a marriage like the one we have, ever.  There is no starting over.
My path might be bumpy, but I know the importance in staying the course.  I will not quit now.  I married because I believed she would not quit either.  She may be momentarily confused, but I am asking the Court to see that the likelihood of me being at least somewhat accurate in my appraisal of my situation is enough to protect this union.
Again, I am not asking the court if my actions affect the media or public events.  I do know people want me to believe my actions are important.  I am asking the court only to determine if there is enough of a possibility that the evidence I have described above indicates the potential existence of a systematic effort of people trying to influence my surroundings.  A significant possibility should be enough to preserve this marital union.
I am asking this Court to find for the defendant because I know that someday I will be able to make her glad she married me.  Maybe not today, or this year, but I will make her fortunate.  I am asking the Court recognise the value to society and to my spouse for preserving this marriage.
She will be happy.  If she does not realise this, I hope the Court can.  For her sake, do not grant the divorce.
I have presented much information.  My reasoning is circular at times, and therefore difficult to prove conclusively.  However, because my reasoning is circular does not necessarily make my conclusions wrong.  My argument raises enough significant issues, and questions to prevent your Honour from dissolving my marriage.
There is no single, conclusive piece of evidence saying: yes, the defendant is clearly right, but then there rarely is.  If there were obvious indicators, we would not be in front of this Court now.  We would have solved the problem ourselves.  Please weigh the information and decide: yes, together, the prospect that the defendant may be correct, and the importance of preserving this marriage is enough reason to deny the divorce.  Thank you for your attention.

Judgment Day

Friday 05 March 2004: The judge, the court clerk and the opposing counsel and I met for the first time since I delivered my 188 page ‘history of my life.’  Half the treatise was written in the OriginSun language.  I followed each paragraph in English by the OriginSun translation I obtained using software on the Internet.  I had no idea what reaction to expect from the judge.
The judge started by saying that judging from the document I submitted, he thought that the plaintiff’s fourth charge, that I was suffering from a mental illness was not going to stand.  Then he sought agreement from Mr. MouthHill, Persistence’s attorney, and MouthHill nodded his head.
In contrast, Persistence had been trying to persuade me I was mentally ill for years.  She would take me to a mental health counsellor, explain her version of events, I would try to explain by citing just a few of the facts I have provided here, and then the counsellor, would invariably side with her.  I offered to provide this manuscript to several mental health ‘professionals,’ but none of them were willing to even look at this document.
The irony seems obvious.  If an attorney confronted with a client alleging peculiar events did nothing to confirm or disprove those events, but instead the attorney simply drew a conclusion from his own experience, such an attorney might be guilty of malpractice.  However, mental health professionals virtually never do anything to confirm or deny the facts patients present to them.  These doctors passing judgment on my mental health were doing so with absolutely no experience in the practice of law, personal knowledge of the incidents, or investigation of the facts.  The pathetic state of the mental health profession seemed to be the only profession more incompetent than the legal profession.

Writing on Empty

Evergreen Language School April 2004

During the drafting of this manuscript, I also studied the OriginSun language for several hours a day.  I found an advertisement in April for the Evergreen Language School.  The school taught both the OriginSun and English languages, so I contacted the owner, Ms. Naito,542 and she agreed to provide me with OriginSun language lessons in exchange for my teaching American at one of the school’s branches.  Ms. Naito is the owner and head master of the school, headquartered in BuddhistTempleImperialHelp543.  I taught at the school’s AStandPlaneBlue, StreamWhat?Gods544 branch.
Naito is businesslike, and speaks no English.  We are both OriginSun Nationalists.  On a few occasions, I joined her and her husband when they ate dinner in the school’s main conference room in BuddhistTempleImperialHelp.
She and I also spoke alone in the conference room in the afternoons.  We had very frank conversations about my understanding of the Aerospace Project.  She assured me she had been looking for someone with my goal for some time.  I think she might have been expecting to find the male person she was looking for among her school-age children.
I was hoping I was not the only person the Incubator Administrators were considering for the universe plane venture.  I was hoping I could meet others in an incubator similar to mine, and we could compare notes.  Naito claimed there was no one else, no back-up prospect or alternate.  She seemed to think this was good, but I did not find the thought comforting.
A day or so later, Naito and I were sitting behind the reception desk with another staff member.  Naito told me how pleased she had been to hear my goals in our previous meeting in the conference room.  She said I had far exceeded her expectations.
We began discussing e-mail.  In January 2004 I sent the universe plane funding email to myself.  This conversation with Naito was just a few months after January 2004.  She vaguely referred to the funding email.  I think she was hoping I would show her the message as we sat behind the desk in front of a computer, but I was not interested in showing her the message, nor did I show her the message.  I tried to steer the conversation to a more general topic.
Eventually, she came right out and said in OriginSun: “Some people are concerned about the source of the funds, but I think they should just print the money!”  This was very similar to something I had written in the e-mail to myself.  My email appeared to have again been Monitored as someone had monitored my Geography 101 email.
Then again, perhaps all the snooping was done by Image Guidance.  Naito might have received Image Guidance from sources in my Incubator.  She was delivering her agreement to me to orally confirm that someone was aware of the e-mail I sent months before.
Teaching English is not pleasant for me, so I was not disappointed when I heard Naito was planning to close the branch location.  Most of my American teaching was more like Image Guidance teaching, but the hourly rate was ridiculously low.  My OriginSun language studies were not progressing.  Eventually I realised that Ms. Naito and I could not serve each other further.
On my last day at BuddhistTempleImperialHelp, a person who I suspect was an OriginSun government representative, or an Incubator Administrator, came to visit Naito.  I think someone had informed her of the plans in store for me, including not eating while incarcerated later that year and the next.  After informing me telepathically that I had a tough path ahead, my only response was: let us get going, the sooner the better. The only answer I knew was: yes.

Police Investigations

I called Ms. Suginaga in Department 34A of CapitalEast District Court.  I requested to meet with her because she was the court clerk in my pending divorce action.  I wished to consult her about OriginSun court procedures.  She suggested she ask the Director of the Courts to meet with us too.  The three of us met later that day.
From our discussion I realised the best course was to bring a criminal action to investigate the Events I had witnessed.  After some time of pondering various events which I could use as grounds to bring criminal charges against others, I was able to think of only two incidents.  Of course, only if the court hearing the charges would cooperate to help me expose the Incubator, could I use these criminal charges as grounds for exposing some of the events explained in this treatise.  I had no way of knowing if a court would cooperate until I was in the courtroom.
In July, I proposed one of these criminal prosecutions with detectives at the Home’s-Ship545 Police Station.  In August, I proposed a second criminal prosecution with Detectives Hata and FosterChild StreamMarket546 at the HempCloth547 Police Station.  The police invariably found some reason not to pursue the prosecutions.
In pursuing the civil action, and the potential criminal actions, I consulted more than ten legal counsel, paying several.  Without fail, before we met twice, the counsel came to understand they were jeopardising themselves by representing me.  They all informed me that they wished to have no further involvement.
Because this is Vichy OriginSun, the attorneys and the Home’s-Ship Police Station Detectives shirked responsibility.  Detectives at the HempCloth Police Station, including Hata and StreamMarket, told me this matter was not their concern.  They said my situation related to diplomatic and military relations, so they would be unable to investigate.  HempCloth Police Station’s jurisdiction includes the headquarters of the OriginSun Selfdefense Forces, and the headquarters of the occupation military forces of the United States Government.

I met Detective FosterChild StreamMarket for the first time on 27 August 2004.  She gave me her business card.  For my record, I am in the habit of writing the date I receive business cards on the English face of the card.  Someone had already written the date of our introduction on the English face of StreamMarket’s card.
In Image Guidance parlance, the business card was a Source>Other>Tangible>External Indicator.  This clue, and Image Guidance that appeared on StreamMarket’s computer while I sat next to her desk, indicated to me that these detectives, or their supervisors, were familiar with the Affiliation Products already assembled by the Enculturation Process.  I ignorantly thought we were on the same page.
I left the police station.  I spent weeks receiving Image Guidance, and considering the options.  I telephoned StreamMarket repeatedly, but she was never available.  I was being given what Americans call ‘the run-around.’
On 20 September 2004 I returned to the HempCloth Police Station.  Again, StreamMarket was not available, so I spoke briefly with Hata in an interrogation room.  I had the chronology I submitted to the court in the divorce action in my briefcase.
I had an appointment that afternoon at Ricoh, pronounced riko, a company that manufactures photocopiers.  A phonetic reading of the ideographs for StreamMarket’s personal name is riko.  Hata used Image Guidance to instruct me to photocopy the document at the Ricoh appointment.  Afterwards, I should bring the document back to the police station.
I went to the appointment, and photocopied the document.  I returned to the police station with the document and the photocopy.  One of the reasons I had made the copy was because I thought the police did not want to touch the original.
As in my visit earlier that day, no one wished to touch the document.  They appeared to be playing at some sort of theatre.  When I held the document out to the detectives, they would shy away from it.
Eventually StreamMarket showed up.  She, Hata and I met in an interrogation room.  After Hata used Image Guidance, StreamMarket accepted the photocopy from me.
Before I left, Hata repeatedly and emphatically told me to call 110 if necessary.  The emergency call center numbers of 911 and 110 are Affiliation Products.  Just as the event planners, Cahill, Seward, HusbandObey RicePaddyMean, Client Radioactive, FaithDisclose PleasingThree, Asahi Law Offices, Rutan and Tucker, Clifford Chance, the United States Government, the OriginSun government and others had foreshadowed the 9/11 Event, Hata was foreshadowing my arrest on 15 November 2004.
I attempted to follow-up with StreamMarket repeatedly with the same runaround.  For instance, I telephoned HempCloth Police Station for StreamMarket.  However, they gave the phone to another person who claimed to have the same family name.  Judging from Image Guidance including the ideographic meaning of her alleged name, I suspect the name is an alias.
The last time I telephoned the HempCloth Police Station was in early November.  I spoke with a person who claimed to be her.  I asked if there was any progress.  She was evasive.  She assured me the police would be translating the photocopy that year.  If the police ever translated the document, they never told me.

Arrest & Detention

About this time, I received a contact phone number.  I believed StreamMarket hoped to introduce me to a woman to start an organisation that could repel the regular foreign incursions by the United States’ military.  I was insistent about this person’s height being 180 centimetres.  The many inefficiencies of this Incubator combined with my refusal to succumb to the ethical limitations of those around me resulted in our inability to find that person, and my arrest on 15 November 2004.
The Incubator had already planned another Project to test my resolve and investigate the feasibility of creating a supranational organisation.  That method to test me had been foreshadowed as early as August 2001 at Clifford Chance’s fete, and more specifically on 09 February 2004 by Allen Woodman.  That test came on 15 November 2004, and resulted in my incarceration.  My court appointed attorney was Clifford Chance’s Pure BelowMountain.
During my intake processing at the CharacterBrook Jail, the guards measured my height.  Although I never mentioned the 180 centimetre height, the guards made a point of discussing the 180 centimetre height measurement.  I am about 178 centimetres.  The guards repeated themselves more than once.  I wonder why these things are so obvious to me, but others feel obliged to say and do the same things repeatedly.

(I am not speaking of a cosmic divinity, to whom the interval between the kindling and the extinction of a sun would seem as brief as seems to us the flash of a firefly in the night: I mean an anthropomorphic God.)  According to Herbert Spencer, the tiny consciousness of a gnat can distinguish intervals of time representing something between the ten-thousandth and the fifteen-thousandth part of a second.”  “Would such a being perceive our human existence at all, except as a budding and a withering―a ceaseless swift succession of apparitions and disparitions―a mere phenomenon of fermentation peculiar to the surface of a cooling planet?”548

“ . . . ―but I fancy whatever might psychologically happen, between the first smile of rosy flesh and the last dull grin of bone would remain [. . .] as indistinguishable as the gnat’s ten or fifteen thousand wingbeats per second remain for us.  I doubt whether the God of a system, or even of a single world, could sympathize with our emotion any more than we ourselves can sympathize with the life that thrills in a droplet of putrid water . . ..”  “The sentiency is the riddle of riddles.  Thought has been proved a compounding of sensation.  But the simplest sensation perceptible is itself a compounding―perhaps the shock of a fusion―the flash of a blending; ―and the mystery of life remains the most inscrutable, the most tremendous, the most appalling of enigmas.”549

Tokyo Training: 2003

Capsule Hotel Project

On 04 May 2003 I moved into a capsule hotel at 5-8-9-55 BridgeNew.  This hotel was full of residents, Freelancers, who my Handlers wished me to train, or with whom I was to practice Image Guidance.  I am supposed to believe that Bill Gates financed this exercise.

Apple Crap

Just so the reader does not think I am a cheerleader for Apple: a word about my good buddy Steve Jobs: crap.  In case you haven’t noticed, the stuff Apple churns out is just as lousy as Microsoft’s.  Apple’s products are just lousy in a more calculated way.  For instance, the copy and paste function has been available on mobile phones literally for decades, and yet the humans are stupid enough to buy a mobile phone without a copy and paste function.  How gullible can we be?
Then, if that were not enough, all the functions that should have been in the 3G phone come out in the 3GS phone.  I am almost 100% sure the “S” in iPhone 3GS stands for sucker.  Note that is a capital “S.”
In case you thought I received any less abuse from the dominions of Mr. Jobs than I appear to receive from Mr. Gates’ dominions I will relay some of my experiences from when I go into the Apple Store at the BridgeBuddhistFoodHeartRadical517 near my home in 2011.  The Apple Store staff can’t find my warranty registration, which I paid extra for, until after an hour or so of searching.  They also don’t know why, when my MacBook breaks through no fault of mine, the extra money I was stupid enough to shell out for the warranty plan does not cover the damage.
The Apple Store staff I consult also don’t know the answer to the simplest technical questions.  I reserve my 20 minutes of time at the “Genius Bar,” and the Apple “Genius” spends literally 18 minutes surfing the net, supposedly looking for an answer to my question.  The other two minutes are spent on hearing my problem, and telling me he can’t find the answer.

Back to Bill

So there I am living in the capsule hotel because Persistence and I decided to live separately in the hopes that my job situation might improve enough for us to put our marriage back on track.  At the capsule hotel, the occupant of the capsule below me was Mr. Gerard Robb, a young Australian.  Mr. Robb, except for one letter, shares the same first name as Prof. Gerald McAlinn, and an ‘r’ and an ‘l’ in the OriginSun language are the same anyway.
Robb and I had conversations about financing.  By way of example, I used Sony.  After the hot portion of the Pacific War, I suggested, New York needed a way to monitor OriginSun.  New York wanted an inside source, an entity that could keep its finger on the pulse of OriginSun, as well as influence OriginSun to ‘internationalize.’
Therefore, New York transferred assets to OriginSun sufficient to achieve the aims, and invested in creating a strong market player which was OriginSun in name, but not in origin.  Other than registration on an OriginSun stock exchange, there was nothing really OriginSun about, for a hypothetical example, Sony.  Just after this conversation, we supposedly coincidentally met Tom Chan and an associate walking down the street.
I did not discuss the following.  If you play the Name Game, and do some Rorschach test associations of Sony’s name: sun and son are two words that come to mind.  The OriginSun flag includes a sun.  Also, in the Christian Trinity, one of “the three persons (personae) of the Godhead”518 is the Son, a prophet.
If my suggestions of the relationship between the investors and Sony as indicated above are correct, a sort of parental relationship existed between the investors and the company, so they added an affable sounding ending to arrive at Sony’s name, which might normally be spelled sonny in English.  Sony does not follow traditional or even conventional OriginSun managing methods.  With the possible exception of one other company, Sony’s culture is the least OriginSun of major corporations.519
One reason Sony has been able to survive in OriginSun despite using virtually no OriginSun business methods, and become even more successful internationally, may be due to the support from New York.  The financial backing may be the least valuable investment that Sony enjoys from NY.  Of even more value would be intelligence and information.  New York is the world’s political capital.  When I hear the name New York, I think of the financial capital of America, and the United Nations.

About 20 May 2003 I encouraged Robb to find financing for us, and even suggested he contact Mr. Justice WisteriaThatOne at Asahi Law Offices.  The Australian Robb and I lived across the hall from a man from Seattle, Washington, home to the Gates and others.110  Until this time, I had been rather jovial and casual.  As I began to realise that virtually the entire capsule hotel was a setup by my Handlers, I made an effort to take advantage of this arrangement.
Most of my fellow residents were considerably younger than me, with virtually no experience living in OriginSun.  They seemed to welcome the opportunity to speak with someone who had been in-country for a bit.  At a conversation at the kitchen table, as I began to expound on some issue or experience, the Seattle native asked me in OriginSun: “From now?”520.  In other words, he was asking if we were starting.  He wanted to know if from now on I was going to explain myself to them, and my understanding of OriginSun.  Perhaps their mandate was to draft a manuscript such as this one, or to serve as doubles.
When I replied in OriginSun: “Yes, from here on in,”521 we are starting, he excused himself briefly to go to his room.  He came back, saying he had just received an e-mail message from Seattle saying there was much financing for programming Projects.  He also said how much the OriginSun people like “Big Mac.”  I replied by explaining a  common OriginSun maxim commonly cited to explain an apparently contradictory situation.
This OriginSun maxim involves the real motive or intention, which could be literally translated as ‘sound true,’522 compared to the public position, which could be literally translated as the ‘in front truth.’523  This OriginSun concept is not unlike the Caucasian concept of the truth compared to the facade, but the use of the words is more regularised to take on nuances not in the Caucasian equivalent.
The implication I was trying to make was that the Seattle native being told there was plenty of financing was the ‘in front truth’ and the ‘sound true’ was that OriginSun was blowing smoke up my ass, and did not really care for me, or what I thought they should do.  The public position was one of Vichy OriginSun supporting me, while the real intention of the Tent Office was to stall and undermine me whenever possible.
After sometime, I realised this capsule hotel Project was going nowhere, and I hoped to avoid entrapment in regular contact with foreigners in the future, so without injuring anyone else, I wanted to send a message that this was not productive.  Most of the residents at the capsule hotel had not been in OriginSun a year.  I do not have much patience for foreigners who do not appreciate OriginSun.
Also, just as I despise teaching English, I also despise teaching American. I quickly became tired of explaining basic theories that most OriginSun individuals take for granted.  My display of frustration was similar to when I pretended at Rutan & Tucker to become angrier with the computer than I was.  As at Rutan, I hoped that if I showed that I was angry to the Administrators of the Incubator who appeared to be endeavouring to anger me, the Administrators who were trying to make me angry might leave me alone.
I was thinking the only way I could goad the Administrators into desisting harassing me was by threatening their investment: me.  Their efforts and investments would go to waste if I became injured.  I wanted their cooperation, not meaningless stalking.
I wanted the Administrators to provide me with financing, tools to achieve the aims we all seemed to understand.  Unless the Administrators wanted to cooperate, they should leave me alone, and other, more productive Administrators could take their place.  The constant harassment and invasion of my privacy was and is helping only those who earn a living wasting taxpayer’s money by playing games.  These Administrators wasting time seem particularly concentrated in the intelligence industry.
Also, my work at Yamato was clearly not progressing to anything other than package sorting, and now I had a new manager, Nakagawa.  I felt as though if Yamato were going to facilitate progress, they would have done so with GreenWillow.  Explaining my situation from scratch with Nakagawa was more than I thought was my fair share of abuse, and I think Yamato felt that way too.
I could not bring myself to quit Yamato, but then I did not want to drag out my time there unnecessarily.  My last day at Yamato was 19 or 20 May 2004.  I moved out of the capsule hotel on the 19th.  This was supposed to send a message.
Mars aligned closely to the moon.  The effect in the night sky was striking.

A directory allotment

Beginning with the fictional client Yusen Yagi at Asahi Law Offices, I have come to realise I was naïve when I believed the identity of people I met was a real identity.  Hollywood uses false identities regularly with screen names, and writers with pen names.  Criminals, and witnesses protected by the United States government regularly adopt aliases.  Nevertheless, I did not realise the extent I met fictional identities.  I also underestimated the significance of the Name Game, and I severely underestimated the resources dedicated to collecting the world’s most valuable commodity: information.
In CapitalEast, any of the six or so largest trading firms in the world, all OriginSun, are each better at collecting, organising and applying information than any single entity in the United States with the possible exception of the United States Government.  Any of the trading firms might be even more powerful than even the US government in applying the information.
In the United States, the dispersal and application of collected information appears to be less systematic, but this may be a deception.  The Americans may structure the system even more, although not more effectively, than the OriginSun system.  I believe the Identities associated with US Government purposes, such as Spielberg or Gates; may use information collected by public and private agencies monitoring Incubator Assets.
For years, I have wondered why I am privy to this information.  Why tell me in advance about 9/11?  The best answer I can think of is I am supposed to disclose this Game for what it is: a childish, counterproductive waste of resources.

Da Globe: Tokyo & the Maldives

I have difficulty gauging how sincere the people in charge are about building a spaceship.  Is this simply an exercise for the Incubator, or is this a real goal?  At the very least, a few people in positions of some authority are willing to spend effort, time, and money on persuading me this is a real goal.
These few people may simply be using up resources allotted to them so when next years budget is calculated, they will receive at least the current allotment.  Alternatively, these Administrators may be middle managers in a vulnerable position.  For example, the FBI eventually transferred Moynihan back to Washington, D.C., and he later left the FBI, probably so he could be stationed back in Tokyo for ???. (Note to Mak: don’t tell anyone Moynihan works for the CIA.)  Whether that had anything to do with me is your guess.
Discovery of those who are tinkering with the Incubator, i.e. pulling aside the curtain to disclose the would-be wizard pulling on the levers, may result in those exposed individuals becoming quickly marginalised, particularly those in more senior positions.  By listing a person’s name in this manuscript, the named individual may be no longer useful to the Incubator.  Particularly the more senior they are, the more anonymity is required.  Most likely, my Aerospace Project was only one of many reasons for an individual being marginalised.  Again, I have no way to say with complete certainty if my Aerospace Project had anything to do with anyone being marginalised or not.
I may not be the first recruit for the Aerospace Project.  This Project is ‘mine’ only insofar as I am or may be a part of, perhaps even the instigator of, the supposed 林檎 organisation for building a back-up planet.  Common sense suggests there have been other attempts at recruiting people like me.  InnerStreamMiddle seemed to think there have been people in my position before.

I suspect advances in space travel are not what we are led to believe.  Perhaps there is much more progress, but more likely, there is much less progress than the media claims.  Not surprisingly, if something appears in the mass media, I tend to believe ulterior motives exist to release the information, so I question the veracity of any space program discussed in the media: OriginSun, American, Chinese, etc.
A fast second competitor venturing forth with a reinvented business model enjoys many advantages not available to a first-mover.524  This would be true in the space race as well, and was true if we believe the Americans won the race to the moon: the Russians, the first-movers, were the first to send a man into space.525  Certainly, the Americans, Russians, and now Chinese are ahead of OriginSun in the space race.  However, this outer space colonisation Project is a different business model altogether that has both first mover and fast second advantages.
This is a potential market opportunity to genuinely produce and package a fountain of youth.  This fountain of youth is not the literal idyllic: “legendary spring that reputedly restores the youth of anyone who drinks of its waters,”526 but a more scientific version.  Part of this science corresponds to the similarities of Earth Mother worship, Mitochondrial Eve, and other incoincidences which plausibly suggest life on our planet originated from an extraterrestrial source.
By avoiding the sun’s radiation, one may greatly reduce ageing.  Naturally there will be other effects of space travel, such as bone density loss which must be studied, but there is a more real potential here than at any time in human history.  Unsurprisingly, the Incubator Administrators think this is an exciting opportunity, if you believe the subtle encouragement I have been given.
If there is an interest in building this ‘living time capsule,’ i.e. a moon, or orb capable of a 500-year revolution of our planet, the second market venture may be the successful one.  This attempt I have explained here involving OriginSun and myself may be the first or second attempt.  If this is the first, the second attempt may be by America some time in the future.
That is my hope for an effort by America, if any.  By imitating OriginSun success, America may find a way someday.  Currently, I am concerned that America is too reckless to trust with this responsibility.
If this Aerospace Project is doable in my lifetime, I believe the OriginSun people are best able to build a living time capsule for Earth.  If the OriginSun people are unable to do so, no one will in our lifetimes.  Then again, that is only what the Incubator tells me.

Globetrotter

InnerStreamMiddle was aware I had no access to money, but she realised the amount of attention I attract.  Hence, she appreciated the resources expended to monitor me.  I think she understood the potential to use these resources more effectively if I were able to gain more management of my own Incubator.  I believe she found the extent my life is controlled by other people exciting.
About July 2003 she discussed her summer vacation plans with me.  On her vacations she enjoys going to beaches in warm climates overseas.  She asked me if I would join her on her vacation.  I explained I had no money, and she said she would pay.  She began investigating potential destinations, and discussing with me where we should visit.  I recommended staying in OriginSun, but she said she could afford a nicer vacation if we went overseas.
In August, on the way to meet InnerStreamMiddle for dinner, I was riding my bicycle.  I looked at a telephone booth, and OpenSeaRope came to mind.  During dinner, Tom Chan called me about a job in OpenSeaRope.
I said I was interested, and although I did follow up with Chan, nothing came of the potential job opportunity.  The real purpose of the phone call was to determine where InnerStreamMiddle and I would go for vacation by putting OpenSeaRope in the discussion and monitoring what I thought and said.  People were trying to ascertain her opinion and mine regarding visiting OpenSeaRope for the vacation.
I explained to InnerStreamMiddle the glance at the telephone booth, and the OpenSeaRope thought, and she was very impressed.  I tried to explain the futility I feel, but she is more interested in the adventure value.  She suggested I be happy I live a ‘goldfish bowl’ existence.  She has a point in that I should resign myself to factors I cannot change.  Unfortunately, the Incubator did not breed me that way.
InnerStreamMiddle has visited the Middle East before.  After consulting me, she eventually made reservations to visit the Maldives, a Muslim country of atolls in the Indian Ocean between Africa and India.  In early October 2003, I emailed the resort in the Maldives at which we were scheduled to stay.  I asked if they had a ski boat, and they said yes.  I told them I intended to bring my water ski.  I did not confirm the ski boat with HIS, our OriginSun travel agent.

Yahoo Café Training

I started work at Yahoo Café at Prince Hotel in CharacterBrook on 01 October 2003.  At the entrance of the café, the Yahoo staff handles membership and computer keys.  A Prince Hotel staff member is there to run the cash register.
A week or so after I began work Mr. BeautifulNestOfBoxes RicePaddyForest527 was working with me.  Mr. RicePaddyForest normally works in the Front Office at the CharacterBrook Prince Hotel, but on this day was at the café.  He lived in Australia for some years, and speaks English about as well as I spoke OriginSun.
RicePaddyForest began discussing his second job with me, specifically a new Project they had just begun.  He named sums of money they had just received for a contract with an American company in New York.  He suggested his second employer would hire me as counsel for the contract negotiations, and we would fly to New York to finish the arrangements.  I gradually realised Yahoo Café was just another version of the setup at the capsule hotel.

Bolifushi Pleasure Resort

Thursday 16 October 2003: With some trepidation, I left OriginSun for the first time since 9/11.  We departed RicePaddyReach on Air Lanka for a direct flight to Male, the capital of the Maldives.  Although my life contained similarities to Truman Burbank, the character played by Jim Carrey in the movie The Truman Show, the major difference is my life has no door to exit the show.  The Incubator dome I live in goes with me wherever I go.  If I could escape this dome, I would not be me.
I received some verbal abuse on the flight, but this time from airline staff.  In the past, the staff on Asian airlines had been professional.  Usually, the customers do the dirty work.
InnerStreamMiddle was curious about the source of my irritation, and so I explained myself to her.  When I collected my ski at the baggage claim, I found it wrapped with Japan Airlines tape.  A subtle hint we should have used JAL.

Ski Boat

Upon arrival at the resort after sunset, I confirmed with the Maldivian orientation staff about the ski boat.  I did not confirm with the resort’s OriginSun orientation staff.  In the morning, I went to the water sports office.  They informed me the boat was not functioning.
The boat was out of the water, and did not appear to have been working for some time.  I was polite, and asked them when the boat would be ready.  They said a few hours.
I came back after the appointed time for the boat repairs, but nothing had changed.  The driver told me to return the next day.  I did, and the situation was the same.  The driver asked me when I wanted to go skiing, and I said: “yesterday.”
While inquiring about the ski boat at the front desk, I met a guest, a young OriginSun man with Moynihan’s Seal.  The entire island had America’s Seal.  California had just elected Schwarzenegger as Governor, and judging from in-flight entertainment, conversations heard and partaken, there may have been some connection.
The young OriginSun man asked me to translate with the Front Office staff, and I did so.  Apparently, his companion had locked their valuables in the safe in their room.  I found out this was meant to be symbolic.  He made clear as the two of us were walking back to our cottages he was trying to tell me that Ms. InnerStreamMiddle had frozen the funds available for the journey due to the harassment from the airline cabin staff.
He was staying a few cottages down from us.  In another conversation, he mentioned they used JAL and JTB, another subtle hint that we should not have used HIS.  HIS was the same agency I had used for my last trip that ended on 9/11.
I asked a resort manager when we could use the boat, and they again did not meet their own deadline.  I knew this was a setup.  I suspected there was nothing wrong with the boat.  Staff and guests seemed to be playing along to a script, but I was concerned the script did not include water skiing in the Maldives whatsoever.
As each day goes by, I try to do what they expect of me.  That is, I try to follow the script if possible, but disconnects occur.  I again realised my mistake in ever leaving OriginSun.
I explained to InnerStreamMiddle that I had to stay by the boat, and watch the construction.  The boat I clearly referred to in this discussion with InnerStreamMiddle in our cottage was the universe plane, to use the literal OriginSun translation.  If I do not stay the course, and see this Aerospace Project through, I do not think the Project will happen in my lifetime, if ever.  Then again, that may be for the best.
Ultimately, about halfway through the vacation, we were able to go skiing.  I overheard an English speaker laud me on how quickly they repaired the boat.  The most infuriating part of the entire experience is that I suspect some people like this English speaker believe I substantially determined the period for the boat repairs.
There is a subtle, but significant distinction regarding the script.  The exercise is to see how quickly I achieve a task the Incubator Administrators set up for me.  The limits on my progress are within certain parameters.  They want to see how angry I become, how I connect with others, or whom I rely on.
Nevertheless, the Administrators of the Incubator know exactly how I will react.  The ability to predict an Asset’s behaviour is probably the single most important goal of an incubator.  I suspect they now know me better than I do.  The skiing, the vacation, and everything else were, and are, just tools.  I feel like a well-trained circus animal, with a goal, and very limited tools, for a purpose no one is willing to admit, discuss, or acknowledge.

Thursday 23 October 2003: I returned to OriginSun.  Two years later this would also be the date of another return trip to OriginSun, this time from Phoenix to GrandHill.  I realised after our Maldives trip that if I leave OriginSun, I am even more at the mercy of the American Federal Government, the world’s greatest militarily imperialist power.  The danger of America is not only weapons.  “OriginSun has incomparably more to fear from English or American capital than from Russian battleships and bayonets.” 528

Computer Monitoring

NarrativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle introduced me to her friend: Ms. YoungOfAnimalsCompanion BridgeRiseInPrices.  InnerStreamMiddle calls her ‘Kaachan’529.  BridgeRiseInPrices had recently married an Englishman who lived in England.  They had recently had a son.
BridgeRiseInPrices was preparing to move to England to be with the father.  In preparation for the move, BridgeRiseInPrices gave InnerStreamMiddle some household appliances.  One of the items was a computer which her husband had bought.  I used that computer to type the first draft of this manuscript in 2003 and 2004.
BridgeRiseInPrices and her new son, Tyler,530 now live in the UK with the purchaser of that computer.  Technology conceivably enables them to view what I typed on that computer.  BridgeRiseInPrices also gave us some curtains that InnerStreamMiddle hung on the window.  Curtains in OriginSun are pronounced ‘kaatan’531, much like her nickname.  Perhaps the curtains are providing me more privacy than the computer.
While working at Rutan, someone told me that Microsoft programmers are known to embed photographs of their children in the software.  The speaker suggested this as the reason for multiple crashes of Windows programs.  When I first booted up that computer, a picture of Tyler appeared in the boot-up screen.
Apparently, changing this photo is not terribly difficult, but I spent at least an hour over several days trying to delete the photo.  At the time I wondered if she had embedded the photo in the programming.  For security purposes, I initially used a password and login name on that computer.  In the process of doing so, I discovered that if I booted up using the cancel button instead of the login name and password, I was able to avoid seeing the photo.

Divorce

In November 2003 Persistence sued me for divorce.  On the way to the first court appearance for the divorce proceedings, on 20 December 2003 Monday, I stopped in the lobby to confirm the floor.  As I looked at the list on the wall for the department and floor, someone bumped into me with a rucksack.
Although I had not met him at the time, the person carrying the rucksack was my wife’s attorney, Mr. HusbandOldStorySeason MouthHill.532  The blue rucksack was identical to the rucksack MouthHill set down behind the plaintiff’s table in the courtroom a few minutes later.  Until he bumped into me, I had never seen him.
In my Incubator, the colour blue is associated with the colour of the ‘go’ signal light in OriginSun, capitalism, and America.  Ironically, “even more of OriginSun’s gross national product is located in the private sector than America’s”533.  The colour red is associated with many Affiliation Products.  Some of which include:

• Communism;
• OriginSun, specifically the ShipSun flag;
• Royalty; and,
• Me, because of my skin tone.

MouthHill’s blue rucksack may have been using this red/blue symbolism.  After the hearing, MouthHill offered to introduce me to attorneys.  The New York and California Bar Associations Rules of Professional Conduct do not prohibit counsel from introducing an opposing party to counsel, but no self-respecting attorney would do so.  I suspect the blue rucksack and MouthHill were to relay a message to me that there was a bag of money waiting for me.
Michael Morimoto’s office was less than a kilometre from where I lived.  I saw him from time.  I said hello to him as we passed each other in front of the LargeChicken Shrine in December 2003.  I do not think he saw me.

More Stories

I participated in the ValleyAstringent Folklore Club473.  The members of the club organised storytelling meetings for young children.  After one of the meetings, some other speakers from the club, including Handler Ms. InletRay VillageTree474, and I went for dinner.  According to the Image Guidance, the club and particularly VillageTree were associated with Foreign Minister ChildObey MouthStream.475
One of the speakers at one of the folklore club meetings was from Hong Kong.  She and I discussed politics.  I remarked that America might be the leader of world affairs, and OriginSun second only because America needs the experience more than OriginSun.  If America should falter, or lose its balance, OriginSun, close behind, is sure to stabilise the situation wisely using financial clout and centuries of political experience.  In contrast, the United States, still a young country, takes the lead in many respects simply because the Americans have yet to find their proper footing in the world.
Apparently, this and other remarks impressed her, and she alluded to Confucius concerning my opinions.  She was trying to flatter me, but I was not amused.  I pointed out: most of the people are wrong most of the time; to indicate that I did not appreciate the comparison to Confucius.
On one occasion, I was walking down a street at night in ValleyAstringent.  A woman who appeared to be ethnically OriginSun was following me a few meters behind.  I suddenly turned around, retraced my path so that I passed her as she faced me going the other way, and I turned a corner.  The woman following me also turned back, and turned the corner to follow me.  I suddenly turned around again to face her, and return to my original course.
This time as I confronted my pursuer I could see she seemed more frightened than I was.  I walked past her, and she continued following me without further incident.  When I related this story to Persistence, she suggested the woman was interested in meeting me.

The ’In’ Crowd

I met Sid Weeks from TUJ Law for lunch.  He discussed Markus Janssen, the German attorney who had given Weeks the job I declined.  Weeks thought Janssen had some good ideas, but was not confident Janssen was able to follow through.
I received an inquiry via Image Guidance about whether I thought Janssen could be helpful or not.  I suspect the inquiry was asking if Janssen should remain a part of the Incubator.  Perhaps because Janssen’s nationality is neither American or OriginSun there may have been some resistance to his participation.
Via Image Guidance I suspect I received a reference to Mr. WisteriaThatOne from New York City.  The implication being that someone who had lived outside OriginSun for a long time would not be a suitable member of the team.  On a separate issue Weeks referred to BSE in Britain using the English phrase: Hoof-in-Mouth disease.
On another occasion I met three members of the then TUJ Law administration for lunch.  One was Repeta, the second was the Assistant Director of the Law Program, and the third was their assistant.  I explained to Repeta that I had returned to OriginSun on 9/11, and had not left OriginSun since that date.  I discussed the Events in the UK when I lived there, and something seemed to click in Repeta’s mind.
Likely, his experience as counsel on the KAL 007 litigation may have been the reason for his reaction.  With the exception of the aircraft(s),110 I can find no other nexus between KAL 007, 9/11, and Lockerbie, but Repeta seemed to recognise a link.  As we said goodbye, Repeta who had volunteered to go to Vietnam, snapped to attention and saluted me.
I never saw him again.  Repeta returned to America.  He took a post as an Abe Fellow at the National Security Archive in Washington, DC, and is now back in OriginSun as a professor at Omiya Law School.  The next Director of TUJ Law was a Mormon.  Now he is gone too.

Here Come the Judge!b

On 21 September 2002, 1 year and 10 days after 9/11, Mahl and I went to What the Dickens for drinks for a third time.  I met Ms. NarrativeCharm InnerStreamInside.  Without any prompting from me, she told me almost immediately that she enjoyed discussions about the universe. This contrasted starkly to MountainCedar’s frosty reception to my thoughts about packing up a visionary on a universe plane, and sending the plane off for a 500 year jaunt around the Earth.  In the following weeks InnerStreamInside repeatedly told me she liked talking about the universe.
I believe this was the Incubator hoping to encourage the Aerospace Project.  MountainCedar had discouraged my discussion of sending a visionary on a 500 year journey.  The Incubator wanted to encourage the idea, so the Incubator found someone to replace MountainCedar.  InnerStreamMiddle’s role would be to push me forward in a direction that MountainCedar was not willing to encourage. But then again, this was all coincidence.
I believe in 2002 there were three RoosterFestivals,476 the days “in November that fell on the zodiacal sign of the bird.”  The ideograms used to write the word RoosterFestival could also be translated as bird fair.  RoosterFestivals are “held at several ‘eagle shrines’ throughout the city.”477  The mythological phoenix resembles an eagle.478  The national bird of America and six other states is the eagle.479

“Bird days occur either twice or three times in a month.”  “It was believed that years in which November contained three bird days were also years in which ‘the flowers of Edo [CapitalEast],’ the conflagrations, flourished.”  “鳥, ‘bird’ also means ‘taking in’ or ‘reaping.’ . . .”480

In any case there were three festivals on Wednesdays in November 2002 at the LargeChicken481 Shrine.  LargeChicken Shrine was close to InnerStreamMiddle’s home in BoninWhite-eyeBelow.482  Chicken, in American, is a derogatory term for a person lacking courage.  The Americans had repeatedly made the point that they believed I lacked courage.
Arabic for chicken sounds similar to a slang American phrase: “da judge.”  Thus my Image Component for chicken now suggests a less negative Meaning then one might suspect from my American upbringing.  This is an example of the Reconnection Stage.
In 2009 I met a US patent agent with an office in GrandHill. His brother has made a flick or two. Some of my fellow Beavis(s) might think that sort of entertainment amusing.
Returning from my bird fare, I explained my theory about a modern day Captain Cook or Magellan to InnerStreamMiddle when she and I visited the LargeChicken Shrine for one of these festivals.  I later told her about the gender ratio according to what I heard at the girl’s camp more than 20 years before.  I also explained the age of the women would necessarily be very young to maximise the likelihood of successful breeding in an artificial planetoid.  I suspect InnerStreamMiddle relayed the information.  I do not know to whom.
I suspected that I had Yamato to thank in part110 for meeting ChildCongratulationsThousand MountainCedar.  I suspect the same for Ms. InnerStreamMiddle.  My Yamato boss, GreenWillow, had been in the fashion clothing business before working at Yamato, and Ms. InnerStreamMiddle then worked for a fashion clothing company, Abahouse International.  She was a manager, supervising approximately 80 staff in almost a dozen stores between EmpressDowager483 and SeacoastHorizontal484.

More thread, but no needle

On 24 September 2002 I consulted Mr. Strong WisteriaThatOne,485 a local Liberal Democratic Party politician.  WisteriaThatOne was the name of the Prince, according to my Incubator sources, instrumental in the “Occupation,” the period after the hot portion of the Pacific War when Americans admit occupying OriginSun.  MacArthur, the General of that occupation, was nicknamed “Mac.”  Prince WisteriaThatOne was responsible for liaising between the Emperor and the United States Government.
At my meeting with Strong WisteriaThatOne he referred me to Mr. ReignWesternStyle TreeEight486, in charge of General Affairs for the LDP in CapitalEast.  Incoincidentally, his family name is the same as the fictional client at Asahi.  Notably, a TreeEight “is a directional antenna system consisting of an array of a dipole and additional closely coupled parasitic elements (usually a reflector and one or more directors).”487
The symbolism of this name, and the same family name used for the fictional client at Asahi, is in the context of human beings relaying messages by Image Guidance.  An antenna would be a person who could telepathically convey or relay messages.  The Name Game being played is to remind us that people are antennas in Image Guidance.  The family name of the fictional client Mr. Yusen Yagi may also use the ideographs for TreeEight. However, I do not have a record of what ideographs the fictional Yagi used.
I made an appointment to meet Mr. TreeEight on 27 September 2002.  His office was in the House of Councillors office building.  As I was waiting in the reception area, someone came in, and in a loud voice, causing me to look up suddenly, said: “Good Morning.”  The speaker was Foreign Minister ChildObey MouthStream.  The loud, assertive “Good Morning” was clearly imitating the greetings I frequently heard at the Practical Ethics Association.
Just afterwards, TreeEight came out.  We went to one of the meeting rooms, and I explained that I was looking for a job working for an OriginSun politician.  He asked me who, and I suggested MouthStream.

I had arranged to meet Ms. InnerStreamMiddle, but she was late.  While I was waiting in ValleyAstringent another person resembling Ms. InnerStreamMiddle loitered in front of me, meaning to suggest that InnerStreamMiddle was interchangeable, and that other women were available.  I was becoming frustrated with the lack of progress, the delay, and the time wasted with women.  To communicate my frustration, I bought several eggs, and waited until Ms. InnerStreamMiddle arrived.  While speaking to her in public in view of any Monitors that might be watching, I explained why I was angry, and crushed several eggs with my hand to make my point emphatically.
On 12 December 2002 I went with Mahl to the Frog & Toad Bar.  I met Ms. ChildGenuine PlaceSeparate488.  This introduction seemed related to my conversations with InnerStreamMiddle about the age of the women in the rocket.  PlaceSeparate’s family name was also foreshadowing my residential circumstances.  Less than five months later Persistence Won and I would be living in separate.
PlaceSeparate was in public relations, and we exchanged business cards.  The employer was Planet Marketing Communications.  PlaceSeparate claimed the company was a small one, and had only just begun.  After 9/11, I met many marketing and public relations folk.  Perhaps the idea was to suggest marketing my planetoid project or me.
NarrativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle and I went for a walk in the Imperial Palace grounds.  I expressed my discouragement at having little to do, and InnerSteamMiddle said that the emperor only works a few hours a month.  This was the same stalling tactic TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods had given me.

Phone Games

At Yamato one of my TreeBookSix coworkers, Asanuma,489 told me of the helicopter base for the OriginSun self-defence forces a few hundred meters from us.  I reminded Asanuma of the occupying United States military forces in TreeBookSix.  On a separate occasion while GreenWillow and I walked through a cemetery in BlueMountain famous for the graves of Generalissimo Tree’s and his family, GreenWillow pointed out the cemetery’s markers for graves of other noted OriginSun military officers.
My coworkers were suggesting I had some military connection.  GreenWillow may have been trying to suggest my connection to the military was more related to OriginSun than America.  That cemetery is also famous for the graves of prominent non-OriginSun individuals who died in OriginSun.
After some months, I realised the greatest difference between Yamato and Asahi was the amount of money I received.  The satisfaction I experienced initially from doing something tangible at Yamato had begun to fade.  Instead, I was playing another game of mule: I was transmitting messages back and forth around my Incubator with little real sense of achievement.  I was exercising my mental faculties, but the exercise felt a lot like mental masturbation.
Yamato was receiving Incubator information from McAlinn or a similar source.  They would supply RedHill with discussion material.  Two of the BlueMountain labourers mentioned to me that RedHill had considered quitting, but continued at Yamato.
In my coworkers’ voices was the implication that RedHill was staying on to, depending how one perceives the situation, work with or on me.   Again, I caution a reader that despite one’s initial interpretations of this chronology, I am not trying to vilify McAlinn, RedHill or anyone in this treatise. The facts may never be adequately known to sort the good from the bad, if there is really such a thing as good, bad or a method to sort.

About 03 February 2003 Persistence came home from work and told me about Bowling for Columbine, a movie about arms control.  We were interested, so I went to check the movie times.  We decided to go the next day.
Before the movie, the following day at work RedHill was talking about soybeans.  This was in early February, about the time of the Bean-ThrowingCeremony490 in which one eats soybeans to dispel evil spirits.491  That afternoon we went to the movie.  The movie included an interview of Timothy McVeigh’s brother.
A court convicted Timothy McVeigh and sentenced him to death for the bombing of the US Federal Building in Oklahoma.  This bombing had occurred when I lived in CapitalEast as a law student.  John Seward and I had discussed the incident.
According to the movie, McVeigh’s brother is a soybean farmer who exports almost his entire crop to OriginSun.  Audience members near me helped me to understand that the character in the movie that symbolised me was the soybean farmer.  I saw where RedHill had been going with the soybean conversation that morning.
For the rest of the day after the movie, and the following day through the package sorting at Yamato, I mulled over how the pieces fit together.  I further considered where RedHill was going with the conversation, and probably received some of these thoughts due to the presence of Others in the workplace.  I anticipated that my thinking was going to be recycled by Mr. Harbour, Prof. McAlinn, Mr. RedHill, et. al. and delivered back to me during my daily chat with RedHill at teatime.
The problem with this recycling method of Incubator instruction was the circumstances were never identical.  For example, I would observe a particular situation, and explain my reasoning.  The Incubator Administrators would apply the same reasoning to a different situation.  I could quickly see where my logic was faulty when applied to the specifics of the new situation, and I would try to point this out.
The language barrier is substantial, and I have difficulty explaining myself.  Nevertheless, I felt as though I did more often than not successfully explain myself with my less than perfect OriginSun language ability.  The real disconnect in the situation was due to the same obstacle one finds playing the telephone game in any language.  One person relays the message to another, but at each transfer, the message becomes slightly more degraded and garbled until the message becomes nonsensical.  Consequently, by the time the Incubator Administrators received my thinking, the multiple layers distorted the logic so I felt like I was playing a children’s game.
I wished to communicate this feeling of frustration graphically.  Just as the TUJ Law student on the bus was recycling my logic, now so was RedHill. Here was a messenger, who himself used to work for the post office, with the same family name as the name of a major post office nearby. I decided to drop a complaint letter in the post, and see what sort of reply I received. I prepared in advance for the soybean conversation I expected from RedHill.
Before the coffee break I went to the TreeBookSix office, and wordlessly communicated my need for memo paper.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods had resigned, and Otabe492 was the new Assistant Manager. As a high school exchange student in California, Otabe had lived not far from where I worked for Paul Hastings.
I picked up one piece of scrap paper, felt I was mistaken, and took the one Mr. Otabe indicated by Image Guidance.  The scrap paper he indicated was a blank discarded delivery form, placed there for the purpose in the bottom of a waste receptacle. The point Yamato wished to make was I was wasting my time. The point I wished to make was we will do things properly, or we will not do them at all. I carried two writing implements.
RedHill and I sat, tucked in to our tea and goodies, and began our chat.  Not soon after, RedHill started in on the soybeans.  Upon hearing the word soybean, I was ready with my paper and implements, and began drawing RedHill a picture of soybeans.
I explained that the soybeans represented our conversation.  Then I drew a picture of a dog’s tail, the base located above the soybeans, so that the soybeans looked more like excrement than soybeans.  I said I am the tail.  Then I drew the dog.  I said you are the dog.
‘The tail wagging the dog’ is an American expression. Statues of dogs are always located at the entrance to RoadToDivineMorality shrines.  Previously, RedHill had explained to me that RedHill’s name, which could be transliterated as Akasaka, is a reference to the traditional role his ancestors played in protecting castles.  Because the RedHill tribe was the most vicious, he said, the RedHill tribe protected the approach to the castle.  Sounds a bit like Scotch-Irish.
The RedHill clan bathed the hill leading up to the castle approach in blood, preferably the attacker’s blood.  Like the dog statues at RoadToDivineMorality shrines, they protected the Royals.  With the second writing implement, I drew lines indicating the circular motion the dog was running in to chase his tail.
Our conversation winded down, and RedHill prepared to leave.  I asked RedHill if he wanted the picture on the back of the blank delivery form.  He declined, and I told him that I would deliver the form, and when the form comes back to you, let me know.
RedHill laughed a gentle, octogenarian laugh.  After work, I rode my bicycle home, as usual.  On the way, I left the delivery form at the United Nations University.  The main auditorium of the United Nations University in BeforePrincessGods is named after, U Thant, the Secretary General of the United Nations at the time of my birth. He and I share our country of my birth.

Da Chief

GreenWillow hired a driver on a temporary basis, a Mr. WisteriaAdjusted.  The driver had Moynihan’s Seal.  One day WisteriaAdjusted’s delivery area included the tv Asahi construction site, Roppongi Hills, which was nearing completion.  WisteriaAdjusted said in a loud voice in my direction, next year the construction site would be complete.  I replied to WisteriaAdjusted: ‘promises are excrement.’493
Later, I was cleaning the air filters in the MountainBlue office.  There were a few of the regular office personnel at their desks.  When Mr. Harbour was not in the MountainBlue office, Ogawa494 was in-charge.  Ogawa was a good-sized, focused worker who did not waste much time smiling, much less speaking. Ogawa might be one of my favourite people from Yamato.
Ogawa probably thought I was an idiot for being so tolerant.  No one openly laughed in the office when Ogawa said in a loud voice, into the phone: ‘promises are excrement.’  I am indebted to Ogawa and many of the people with whom I worked at Yamato.

Changing of the guard’s guard

About April 2003 Yamato was transferring GreenWillow, and we were to receive a new manager.  Ms. NarrativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle and I had discussed what I did at Yamato, but I do not think I had impressed upon her exactly how discouraged I felt.  For a week or so, I had been thinking about bringing InnerStreamMiddle to see the Cherry Blossoms in bloom at the cemetery in BlueMountain across the street from where I worked.  When we visited the cemetery I thought I should also show her where I worked.
One evening we went to see the cherry blossoms, and afterwards I showed her my workplace.  I asked InnerStreamMiddle to wait for me outside the fence, near Tree’s former residence, but in view of me as I sorted garbage.  I did not punch in.
Normally, I picked out the cans and bottles, set the cardboard neatly flat in the bottom of the bin, tied all the trash up in bags, and packed the bins about 09:00, but we were there about 18:00.  I simply wanted to make sure InnerStreamMiddle knew what I was enduring, and I knew I could not wake her up at 5 AM to show her.  After awhile she must have left, because by the time I finished she was nowhere to be found.
Up to that time we were unaware of the name of the new manager Yamato was appointing to replace GreenWillow, but we had been repeatedly told we would be notified soon.  The next morning GreenWillow, who I suspected had something to do with my introduction to InnerStreamMiddle, announced the name of the new manager: Mikio Nakagawa.495  Miki Nakagawauchi was InnerStreamMiddle’s transliterated name.  The similarity was incoincidental. This is what I will call a Triggering.

Incubator Training

Hearn noted the characteristics of the OriginSun female.  The following are some of his observations about the training OriginSun males undergo.  Again, this is as valid today as when he observed them more than 100 years ago.

“His long, hard schooling has taught him more than books can teach, and more than a stupid person can ever learn: how to read minds and motives ― how to remain impassive under all circumstances ― how to reach a truth quickly by simple questioning ― how to live upon his guard (even against the most intimate of old acquaintances) ― how to remain, even when most amiable, secretive and inscrutable.496

I wished to learn these skills, but I did not have the advantage of growing up in OriginSun.  Instead, I pursued other methods to learn “how to read minds.”  One of the methods I used was Image Guidance, as well as the following method of interpreting the OriginSun spirit.

Talking to myself: body language style

On the way to Yamato on my bicycle one morning, a crow flew at me, clutched at my head, and flew away.  I told InnerStreamMiddle about this, and she said I should be very alert to what I was reflecting on at the instant the crow clutched me.  I replied I was very alert to my thoughts at that moment.  However, I did not tell InnerStreamMiddle who or what I was thinking about at the time the crow touched me. I had been thinking of MountainCedar, and how to extricate her from the Incubator.
Some days later, I continued by repeating to InnerStreamMiddle that I was very aware of the thoughts at the instant the crow grabbed at me. Moreover, I try to reflect continually on physical sensations as the sensations relate to my thoughts at any given moment.  I explained: every moment I perform a sort of Rorschach test with myself.  I frequently brainstorm by free-associating sensations I perceive from any source, even a seemingly random act of nature like this crow. Then I connect the meaning of the sensation to my thoughts at the time.
In the case of the crow, the idea was to stop thinking of MountainCedar; i.e. get her out of my brain.  I call this activity of deciphering the connection of physical sensations and mental processes: Autosuggestive Body Language.  Perhaps this is one way to bridge the gap of dualism.
Essentially this is just connecting one’s subconscious and conscious minds: “ . . . the conscious mind in your head, above the line of consciousness; and the subconscious mind in your body, below the line of consciousness . . .”497  Autosuggestion means: “The practice of suggesting thoughts to oneself.”498  Autosuggestive Body Language means acknowledging stimuli, interpreting the meaning of the stimuli, and consciously integrating the symbolism of the stimuli in your reasoning process.
Normal interpretation of body language uses heterosuggestion: the meaning comes to you from an outside source.499  Usually when reading body language a person observing my body language assigns symbolic meaning to parts of my body.  For example, if as I were speaking I folded my arms across my chest, an observer might interpret that action to indicate resoluteness or stubbornness.
In Autosuggestive Body Language, while I am quietly contemplating a hypothetical course of action, and I fold my arms across my chest, I would interpret the thought I had at the moment I realised I was folding my arms as being a stubborn or resolute course of action.  Consequently, I could include the interpretation of this stimuli in my reasoning process.  However, the way I chose to interpret and integrate the stimuli into my reasoning may vary greatly case by case, or depend on other stimuli and cognitions.
Most importantly, one must learn to trust oneself intuitively, and feel the truth.  For example, I may decide that my outward display of resoluteness by folding my arms simply underscored my false confidence with a display of stubbornness, and the course I was settling on the moment I cognitised the stimuli was the wrong course.  Alternatively, I might decide that folding my arms meant that my body had come to a conclusion even if my brain had not, and the course I was settling on the moment I cognitised the stimuli was the correct course.
If I trust my folded arms body language, either as a confirmation or a negation of my cognition, my body has resolved the dilemma for my mind.  Trusting the decision indicated by Autosuggestive Body Language enables one to break the tie of the indecision in one’s brain, or at least gain another opinion on the debate in one’s mind.  Arguably, more than in your brain, the nervous system in your body is more natural, less inculturated and less programmed, i.e. more resistant to brainwashing.
Autosuggestive Body Language is also conducive to interpreting Image Guidance because the same nervous system I am using in the Autosuggestive Body Language is also the antenna collecting the signals of the Electric ___(s).  “It is to be noted that practically all of the great electrical scientists, including Edison, Steinmetz, Tesla, and Marconi, were greatly interested in telepathy.”500  Where Autosuggestive Body Language ends, and Image Guidance begins, and vice versa, can be difficult to ascertain, but as one better understands oneself, and practices more Image Guidance and Autosuggestive Body Language, the line gradually becomes clearer.
Autosuggestive Body Language is just using one’s own body language to interpret one’s thoughts.  Another example: if I feel a twitch in a muscle of my body, I analyse what association that muscle has symbolically with the deliberation I am having at the split second that I became aware of the twitch.  This is similar to my explanation of my discovery of the Affiliation Product: telephone.  Body language markers are Source>Self>Tangible>Body Indicators that take on meanings which evolve according to what I have read or learned, such as the explanation of left and right.
Another example of a body marker would be an elbow.  The OriginSun ideograph for the number nine is a picture of a bent elbow.501  The number nine is an inverted six.
666 has become one of the most widely recognised symbols for the Antichrist or the Devil in modern American popular culture.502  The opposite of the Antichrist, the Devil, and other bad stuff is: good stuff.  Consequently, an inverted six, is a nine so nine symbolises ‘good.’  Hence the Affiliation Product: nine or elbow means good.
Combining the elbow symbolism and the right or left symbolism, if something brushed my right elbow, I directed my thoughts to individualistic good.  If instead something brushed my left elbow, I direct my thoughts to communalistic good.  In this way, the Image Guidance Indicators used with Autosuggestive Body Language enable interpretation of one’s thoughts as they are reflected in one’s surroundings.
Put another way, this is reading one’s own body language to reflect on one’s intuition.  The old adage: ‘Keep your own counsel’ is easier to do if I use Autosuggestive Body Language because I am consulting my subconscious intuition with every analysed sensation.  If I scratch a part of my body, or when a person or thing touches me, I compare and analyse the place I am touched with my cognition at that instant so that the sensation does not occur in a vacuum.  The idea I am contemplating is reinforced, undermined, or sent off on a new tangent.

“So when we consider the subconscious mind of a single individual as being only an infinitesimal part of the whole and the vibrations therefrom extending to and embracing everything, we get a better understanding of the workings of psychokinesis, telepathy, and kindred phenomena.”503

The Spirit of Japan

I believe Autosuggestive Body Language may be a RoadToDivineMorality discipline, but I am not certain.  Constant exposure to the RoadToDivineMorality seemed to be the most influential factor for me, but no doubt there could be many factors depending on the person and the surroundings.  I find a spiritual purity permeating all aspects of life in OriginSun that I do not find in America.  According to Hearn, who was born in Greece, raised in England, and lived in America before moving to OriginSun:504 “Old Japan came nearer to the achievement of the highest moral ideals than our far more evolved societies can hope to do for many a hundred years.”505
Most likely, the longer cultural history of OriginSun, maintained by a large, homogeneous population preserved on secluded geography makes OriginSun a more conducive place for Autosuggestive Body Language and Image Guidance.  At the risk of sounding hokey: the spirits are stronger here.  I suspect the force of specific philosophies in the Electric God(s) has literally become more concentrated in OriginSun due to centuries of geographic seclusion, repetition, homogeneity, stable administration, and other factors.  Western society has lost purity because the West diluted the ethical and moral standards first established in ancient Greece.  I suspect the Western practice of learning by change and revolution undermines the force of the Electric ___(s).
The subconscious manifests itself in telepathy.506  Autosuggestive Body Language seems to allow the practitioner to connect not only with one’s own spirit, which includes the subconscious, but also telepathically with other spirits.  Telepathy travels on the Electric ___(s) current that is present in every human body.507
Specifically, the synapses in our brains are firing electric charges to connect the neurones.  Our present mystification is due to the theoretical and actual leap from the nervous system’s internal electrical circuitry, enabling physical sensation and cognition, to the external electrical vehicle enabling telepathy.  These electrical charges may be perceived by others using Autosuggestive Body Language and Image Guidance.
To communicate telepathically, there must be something connecting the space between us.  There must be something allowing the electrical charge to pass from one person to another.  I suspect this is the Electric ___(s).  Tangible and Verbal Methods of Image Guidance such as speech, eye contact, touch, as well as the Cognitive and Telepathic Methods of visualisation may direct an electrical charge at another person.  Whether this electrical charge conveys a telepathic message depends on the conductivity of the instrument, the message and the participants.
This telepathic electricity connects to living and nonliving people.  The spirits live, I suspect, as this electrical energy.  The obstacle to communicating with these dead spirits is the lack of speech, eye contact or touch.  Many of the boxes in the Affiliation Product flow chart are missing when you are trying to talk to a dead guy.
Hearn is partly correct when he states: “Thoughts too, not less than deeds are visible to the gaze of the dead: the heart must be pure, the mind must be under control, within the presence of the spirits.”508  I would take issue with the idea that deeds are “visible to the gaze of the dead.”  Except insofar as the spirits could piggyback their vision by using our tactile sense organs, I do not think there are ghosts who can see, i.e. hovering around physically watching me.  Hearn is correct when he asserts thoughts are visible to the dead.  Of particular import is Hearn’s point regarding self-control, and purity of thought when trying to find these spirits by Autosuggestive Body Language or Image Guidance.

Autosuggestive Body Language is a way of compensating for the lack of spiritual tactile communication.  By connecting one’s thought energy (electricity) to the physical surroundings (Autosuggestive Body Language), I suspect one’s body gives voice to the thought energy (electrical force) of the dead spirits.  At the same time as this spiritual connection is occurring, a practitioner is cogitating on spoken communication from first person and third party conversations, and other physical sensations which are all woven into the thought electricity.
Autosuggestive Body Language enables one to keep one’s own counsel by using a physical indicator to move one’s thinking in the direction of one’s own heart.  Thereby I achieve a more purely personal thought process.  “And whenever men shall have so far gained upon the present as to need no other code than the teaching of their own hearts, then indeed the ancient ideal of Shintō will find its supreme realisation.”509

Novice

Concerning these abilities, I do not think I am very adept.  I may be above average, but given the advantages I have enjoyed, I should be considerably better.  More than these skills, I think I serve the purposes of the Incubator’s Administrators.  Specifically, these purposes or goals relate to extricating the United States from the role of international police, and occupying military conquerer.  There is a substantial amount of support in America for proponents of a US that is less active in other nations’ affairs.
For many years America was closing domestic military bases, and I have heard the same sort of closures would be financially advantageous to America if done overseas.  Consequently, America has powerful factions that would be glad to withdraw all military personnel from OriginSun.  Unfortunately, the status quo makes this difficult, and heavily vested interests benefit by maintaining the status quo.  However, as Seward observed regarding McVeigh and the bombing of the Oklahoma Federal Building, the short-term course may strongly contrast with the long-term.  In the short term, an Event like 9/11 will cause America to exercise more military might overseas, but in the long-term 9/11 plays into the hands of American isolationists who believe the world should police itself, rather than expecting America to do the job.
Naturally, politics does not take place in a vacuum.  A safe withdrawal of United States’ military forces requires the cooperation of others, Russian, OriginSun, Chinese, etc., who will only agree to a ‘retreat’ by the United States given certain assurances.  Perhaps the single greatest obstacle is the political influence the ruling powers in OriginSun would lose if the American forces left.  To some extent this obstacle could be lessened by creating a Republican political party in OriginSun.
Weimar said a great states-person can grasp the reins of history’s silent coattails as they whisper by.510  If, and that is a big if, I have identified the coattails, I will have served a purpose, fit a niche that the authorities and elites need filled.  I am not exceptional in any of these skills explained in this treatise.  I know many people much better suited to have drafted this manuscript than me.  The difference is they did not.
I am not a states-person, but perhaps someone has let me hear the whisper of history’s silent coattails so I can move OriginSun in a direction OriginSun wishes to move.  If so, my political views will have been convenient to those wishing to put me to a certain use.  Specifically, the use that the Incubator’s Administrators have in mind is to facilitate closure of overseas American military bases, create an IMF to ensure the US does not have to again ‘rescue’ the world, and reform the UN so American priorities are not railroaded by totalitarian majorities.  The ideas I have heard my ancestors cherished will have simply satisfied a fashionable urge on the political stage of my time.

Report

I had lunch with Mr. Michael Kazuo Morimoto.  I had met Morimoto on 05 December 2001 at one of the JET Alumni functions that was regularly held at a bar in TreeBookSix called 911.  Morimoto’s native language is English.  He is younger than I am, but his mobility is severely impaired so that he uses a cane, and a wheeled vehicle.  He told me his mother was a survivor of the nuclear bombing of IslandDissemination.
Morimoto’s business card claims he is an IT Specialist, UNIX, in the Product Creation, Mobile Terminal group of Nokia.  Nokia’s primary nation of incorporation is Scandinavian.  The Scandinavians are active in UN peacekeeping efforts.
Morimoto and I ate at a restaurant counter under circumstances I now consider normal.  Specifically, I was speaking with Morimoto while receiving Image Guidance from my surroundings.  Morimoto sat to my left.  During our lunch a stranger came and sat on my right.
I told Morimoto that I wished to write a document for the equivalent of the 15 most senior people in the OriginSun department of defence.  After making this remark, the stranger next to me telepathically notified us that no further conversation at our lunch was necessary.  Although we were only about halfway through our lunch, we sat in silence for the remainder of lunch, and did not speak again until we said good-bye on the street.  There are 15 justices on the Supreme Court.  Depending on how you look at Article IX of the OriginSun Constitution, the Supreme Court may be the closest thing OriginSun has to a department of defence.

Mak Allen

I met McAlinn for lunch.  He appeared to be limping.  McAlinn explained the injury was due to sitting cross-legged while practicing Meditation.  Again, he reminded me: Beyer’s position was thanks to McAlinn.
For years, I had discussed with people the fallacy of the belief in an OriginSun economic downturn.  I mentioned this, and the possibility of a huge public Aerospace Project launching living time capsules from Earth, eggs, into space every 50 years.  McAlinn referred me to a book published in June of that year using my hypothesis of the myth of a weak OriginSun economy.511
The conversation turned to other matters.  I had recently been to see a movie called Spy Games.  In the movie, the character played by Robert Redford is fond of his “asset,” played by Brad Pitt.  Pitt’s character was a Boy Scout as a child, and Redford frequently refers to Pitt’s character as the Boy Scout.
McAlinn made a blatant reference to my activities with Paul Hastings.110  He used the term or a variant of the term: “Boy Scout” to refer to my behaviour.  I suspect he knew I had been to see the movie, although I had not told him so.  McAlinn clearly did not think the ethical violations at Paul Hastings were a problem.  I replied that I had high expectations for the legal profession.
I discussed the idea from the editorial in the Yomiuri Daily by Vaclav Havel: a book written for 50 people to read in 500 years.  I suggested McAlinn and I write the book together.  McAlinn addresses me as ‘Mak,’ short for my middle name.  An English speaker casually referring to me while using my family name, for example in a conversation with a third person, would usually use my nickname, Mak, and my family name, Allen.  Consequently, others often refer to me as ‘Mak Allen.’
McAlinn’s last name, McAlinn, sounds similar to Mak Allen, i.e. my middle name phonetically shortened, and my family name.  I tried to encourage McAlinn to cooperate with me, suggesting in 500 years, no one will be able to tell the difference between his name and my name anyway.  He did not seem interested.  He discussed Aoyama Gakuin, and I told him that Keio was very popular these days due to Keio being the Prime Minister’s alma mater.  Sometime after this conversation, McAlinn left the university in BlueMountain to work in the new Keio Law School, where Johnson also works part time.
I suggested another book we could write, and McAlinn again told me the idea sounded similar to an already published work.  McAlinn told me that the Koen, the attorney I had met at Meditation, had just published a book.  I think McAlinn was suggesting the plagiarism of my ideas by Cohen, Freedman, and others.

Who is your daddy?

Weeks met me for lunch again.  He mentioned John Seward’s father was a large, heavy man.  I suspect the implication might have been that McAlinn was responsible for ‘grading’ or qualifying John Seward’s activities or mine.  Ironically, McAlinn’s initials are the same as ‘grade point average,’ GPA, the acronym used to refer to cumulative school grades in America.
McAlinn is not Seward’s biological father, as far as I know.  There is little resemblance.  McAlinn does have an adopted child from Vietnam.
Another possibility is that McAlinn may have been meaning to refer to Seward as the Boy Scout.  In the movie, staff at the American Central Intelligence Agency headquarters chastise Redford’s character for permitting Pitt’s character to “develop assets.”  Perhaps McAlinn was referring to Seward’s attempt to develop me as an asset.
Pitt’s character tries to save one of these assets: a character who was working for a humanitarian cause.  Redford’s character must ultimately save both Pitt’s character and the character Pitt was trying to save.  McAlinn may have been trying to imply that Seward was trying to save me either now, in our conversation when Seward referred to 9/11, or when Seward warned me about his father’s swords while I was at Paul Hastings.

Leaving Yamato

About January TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods, my initial and strongest supporter at Yamato, had resigned to travel around Europe.  I thought this might be a signal for me to leave Yamato.  I had been working there more than a year, and there seemed to be no progress.  Indeed, Persistence had suggested I leave Yamato about this time because the early morning schedule conflicted with me being able to find a better job.

Writing on Empty: IslandDissemination

IslandDissemination frequently came to mind during the years preceding and following my job at Yamato.  The Practical Ethics Association, Michael Morimoto, and Meditation practice are just a few of the reasons my mind frequently considered the issue of nuclear warfare and pacifism.  As an American in OriginSun, I felt I was a legitimate target of the hostility fostered by the only two instances in world history of the use of WMD.  The irony of American highhandedness with others’ WMD seemed hard to escape, but the media and the public seemed to be escaping the irony well.
I wished to visit IslandDissemination to better understand.  I needed to pay my respects, and I was hoping I would find some enlightenment there.  Perhaps I might also be able to put to rest some portion of my guilt regarding 9/11, no matter how undeserved any guilt I felt over that Event.

Regarding culpability, an Affiliation Product’s efficacy is not lessened by the mens rea of the Affiliation Product relayer, as explained.  In contrast to communicating by Affiliation Product in which no mens rea is required, to be guilty of a crime, actus reas and mens rea may be required.  I had no actus reas for 9/11.  I also had no mens rea for 9/11.
In law school, one of my professors discussed the issue of whether mens rea is enough to convict for a crime.  Most criminal codes in use are generally based on actus reas.  I cannot be found guilty for anything to do with terrorism if determining such guilt is based on actus reas.  The point the Incubator wishes to make is that if some time in the future, suppose 500 years from now, mens rea can be effectively determined, did I have the mens rea sufficient to be found guilty of treason against the American Federal Government?
If I had to address the issue of my guilt for 9/11 based on mens rea, I still do not see how I could be found guilty.  I never advocated violence in my mind.  I advocated a strong defensive posture. Even if I had conceptualised violence, and sometime in the future we could prove that I owned that conceptualisation 110%, I did not advocate that violence.
I never indicated, orally or telepathically, that I wished any attack be taken against the United States of America.  One might argue that if:

• The Incubator is monitoring my subconscious; and,
• The Incubator found in my sleeping or waking subconscious that I had the will; then,
• I had sufficient mens rea to be found guilty of the Events indicated in this treatise.

One more reason for writing this treatise is to clearly and definitively declare that, at least from the perspective of the Incubatee: if the conclusion of the Incubator is that I wished for a 9/11, that conclusion is wrong, and the Incubator must be fixed.

The question of whether the Administrators believe I gave them carte blanche to create 9/11 because of remarks I made is still nagging me.  The Administrators are claiming that the Administrators could take any argument I made, and use that to justify creating Events.  The Administrators appeared to wish to curtail my speech and writing by suggesting my guilt for 9/11.  No matter how completely unreasonable I think the Administrators are, the Administrators still Administrate the Incubator and are effectively in charge.  I do not seem to be winning this match for control over my innocence.
I found some interesting information about the IslandDissemination area on the Internet.  Within an hour train ride of IslandDissemination is a premier water skiing location.  To try to salvage my efforts at Yamato, I checked with GreenWillow to see if I could be transferred to IslandDissemination, but he could not help.  I was thinking of living in IslandDissemination, so I flew to IslandDissemination to interview at the main Yamato facility there.  Also, I wished to pay my respects at the memorials for the atomic bomb victims in IslandDissemination.
The employment opportunities were not there, but I found the trip worthwhile.  There seemed to be a marked absence of Americans living there, which should not be surprising, now that I think about the number of Americans who are willing to be reminded daily of their own barbarianism.  Paying allegiance to a government with a track record of twice using WMD against citizens is not the sort of flag waving Americans usually enjoy, but they can puff themselves up if necessary.  There did seem to be a representative number of American tourists.
At the memorial site in a correct sitting position, I placed my hands on the ground in front of me in the shape of a Hindu peace mudra.  Prostrated before the Atomic Dome, and again before the mass grave for the Koreans and finally the mass graves for the OriginSun individuals, I touched my forehead to the mudra formed by my hands.  Afterwards I walked across the DevelopingTogether Bridge512 used by the bomb crew to target the detonation.  There are no words.

The Nationalists

In April, after he returned from Europe, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods contacted me to help him pack a truck to move his belongings from the apartment Yamato had bought for him in CapitalEast to his ancestral home in CaptureBird513 Prefecture.  He was renting a truck, and after he and I, with two others, packed the truck he was driving straight to CaptureBird City. I called him there some time after moving to GrandHill, and he seems well.
Because he was leaving immediately for CaptureBird after we packed the truck, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods treated the three of us to snacks and drinks at a bar a few days before moving day.  One of the other helpers was Mr. Reign RoofNew from the NorthernBlessingMarsShrine, supra.  The other was a Yamato staff member from the CharacterBrook headquarters, whom I will call CharacterBrookHQ.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods knew CharacterBrookHQ from when TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods had worked at the TreeBookSix branch.  CharacterBrookHQ and he had also worked together at the headquarters in CharacterBrook.
I felt I could communicate easily with all three of them.  I think they were trying to ascertain my intentions for my future.  Yamato had, by this time, resigned itself to the fact that Yamato had done all Yamato could do to help me.  The Yamato employee with us seemed to understand this.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods’s leaving was another indicator that the Yamato hand had been played, and time was up to move on to the next waste of time.
Yamato seemed to see the direction I wished to go.  Naturally, a logistics company would be important in the future if my estimation was correct that the Incubator thought the extraterrestrial transportation Aerospace Project was worth pursuing.  Politically, Yamato was still pursuing postal privatisation.  GreenWillow was transferring to the office overseeing the postal Project.  If my interpretations of RedHill’s euphemisms are correct, GreenWillow ’s success was due to him building on my ideas, for example, the essay I drafted and gave to GreenWillow.
In addition, RedHill’s Image Guidance had suggested that GreenWillow had profited by tapping into me by Image Guidance.  For example, if GreenWillow was unsure of what course to pursue, he would have the staff I worked with sorting packages consult me using Affiliation Product Components.  In this way, GreenWillow was able to borrow my intellect to solve his conundrums.  Both Yamato and GreenWillow were benefiting from this arrangement.
On moving day, I was planning to go directly from work at Yamato to TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods’s home.  I had been to TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods’s home before for a drinking party the previous year, but TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods carefully explained how to go to his place from Yamato.  While doing so, he again made a point of referring to Generalissimo Tree’s’s home, a hundred meters or so from my workplace.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods told me RoofNew participated in wedding ceremonies at Tree’s Shrine.
On moving day on my way to TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods’s, I stopped by the shrine and briefly saw a RoadToDivineMorality wedding ceremony.  After we had almost finished packing the truck, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods, RoofNew, CharacterBrookHQ, and I were standing around the kitchen sink taking a break.   TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods hoped I would focus my energies on strengthening the Nationalists in OriginSun, rather than a spaceship.  He took some eggs out of the refrigerator and asked me if I wanted them.
Naturally, in the process of moving, he was throwing away a few things, but this was the first and last thing he asked me if I wanted.  I think he was hoping I would crush the eggs as I had done with InnerStreamMiddle, supra.  He may have thought this would send a message to McAlinn, Yamato and Nakagawa, my new supervisor.
When TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods asked me about the eggs, I was holding a poster-sized map of OriginSun which included a calendar.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods had seen the same poster in my home and remarked that he had one.  Bic Camera had given them away at the beginning of the year.  Instead of replying to his inquiry about the eggs, I pointed to MountainSingOriginSunStyle514 on the map, and asked: ‘Is MountainSingOriginSunStyle where OriginSun launches rockets?’
TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods, without missing a beat, mumbled: ‘I lost’515, and turned away with a smirk.  CharacterBrookHQ chuckled, and turned away.  IslandNewBornBabeDeer516 is the launch site.

Adventures in Legal Land

My dissatisfaction with my performance at Paul Hastings years ago was still bothering me, and I suspect this became evident to my Monitors.  Without naming specifics, I had a conversation about my work at Paul Hastings with Tom Chan from TUJ Law.  Chan advised me that I should have put my concerns in writing and delivered the writing to Scott Lane.  If later, Chan said, the trail of liability came back to me, and I had notified my supervisor in writing, I would not be accountable.
I again consulted the Ethics Hotline at the California Bar Association.  The ethics advisor again saw nothing out of the ordinary in what we had been doing in 1999 in California.  However, at this time the advisor suggested I should have put my concerns in writing to my direct report, which I did, and that would be the end of my ethical responsibility.
I heard some years later, that this method of exculpating junior attorneys from liability by simply reporting their concerns to the senior attorney may be on the wane with the Rules of Professional Conduct for the State Bar of California.  If at the time I was working on the matter,110 someone had advised me to put my concerns in writing, I could have done so.  I would still have been dissatisfied with the practice of law in that manner, but at least I could have taken some action for the record.
Chan’s response was so simple, direct, and easy, that I suspect someone had prepared him for my conversation in advance.  Likely at work or socially, Chan had heard of a situation similar to mine, fabricated or real.  Not much later after hearing of that situation, we met up.
This is the Slumdog Millionaire Method to legal practice.  The Consul General for the Indian Consulate in the city in which I lived in 2010 was Vikas Swarup, the author of the novel Q&A, on which the movie Slumdog Millionaire was based.449  Chan seems to show up and hide from time to time in a way that makes me suspect he has a strong connection with the Incubator.
Perhaps, because the ethically proscribed course was so ineffectual, no one ever told me.  Then again, perhaps I never have consulted the Ethics Hotline, but simply thought I have.  Had I taken the officially proper course, I would have had the Professional Rules of Conduct to fall back on: the blame would not have been mine.  I would have effectively done nothing, and nothing would have changed.  Instead, I was supposed to wrestle with this guilt for years until I hated the legal profession, and the co-opted role of ethical and moral mediocrity that virtually every attorney I meet takes on if they stay in the legal industry.

Aerospace & MountainCedar

Ms. ChildCongratulationsThousand MountainCedar and I met occasionally in places we could hypothetically speak privately.  At one of these meetings, I discussed something we had studied at the Practical Ethics Association: according to Buddhist thought, 100 years are required to discover a visionary.  Five hundred years are required to understand what the visionary said.  One thousand years are required to lose the lessons the visionary taught us.
MountainCedar did not seem very interested.  I continued: what if there were a way to preserve living thought.  The Incubator had recently told me that the greatest factor in ageing was the sun’s rays.  Essentially, the greatest natural cause of death among people on Earth is solar radiation.
If you were to avoid this radiation, the potential exists that the Fountain of Youth450 is out there, beyond our solar system.  Hypothetically you could live for a considerably longer period if you were able to escape Earth.  No one really knows until we try.  On the return, even if the visionary had died, you would have the visionary’s ancestors who were a sort of living time capsule.
I suggested to MountainCedar that we find the next willing visionary, stick that person in a spaceship worthy of a 500-year journey, and send the ship on a 500-year orbit of Earth.  MountainCedar was not at all pleased with this discussion, and she made that plain to me.  I discussed my admiration for Prime Minister FountainLittle, and MountainCedar said she disliked him.  MountainCedar and I eventually lost interest in each other, although we continued to stay in touch until I sent a letter to her work with the return address of my jail cell, or, I am not sure, telephoned her office after my release.

Since she was not interested, I did not add the following thoughts.  Imagine if we had to determine the return on investment of a venture of this sort.  For example, try calculating the value of Captain Cook’s or Magellan’s journeys around the world. Mind you, both of those individuals were killed in transit.  In the instant case, the possibility exists the person could return to Earth alive if we rapidly evacuate the individual from our solar system at a young enough age.  The potential profit in circumnavigating a 500-year loop would be incalculable.
This would be a method to preserve a method of cipher circa the ReachPeace Era.  Humans cipher information on a more complex level than computers.  The ciphering of information takes on special meaning in OriginSun.  More so than any other society in the world, OriginSun has managed to preserve valuable thought systems long after the rest of the world has moved on to more ‘advanced’ thinking.  OriginSun’s ability to avoid back-pedalling in the name of progress exceeds any other major economy.

I am a bit leery of O

I had lunch with a Mr. Brent M. O’Leary, at the time an associate at White & Case in CapitalEast.  O’Leary later went to work in CapitalEast for the legal department of Bloomberg LP, a major financial information services company owned by the Mayor of New York, and then to NYC as the Senior Legal Compliance Counsel for Bloomberg LP.  A native English speaker, he is several years my junior, but spoke much better OriginSun.  O’Leary said he was planning to run for legislative office in the United States.  Two years after this meeting he became a Democratic National Committee Member of Democrats Abroad.
During our lunch, the conversation at the next table attracted O’Leary’s attention.  I could vaguely understand that the OriginSun conversation we heard next to us had something to do with politics, but I could not discern exactly how.  O’Leary repeatedly looked over at the guests next to us.  He seemed surprised that the conversation corresponded to our conversation.  By this time, I was very accustomed to these sorts of ‘coincidences.’
O’Leary claimed to be traveling to Russia for the holidays to meet his Russian girlfriend.  He discussed plans to marry her because “no one likes the Russians.”  O’Leary and I discussed the United Nations.  Our conversation involved how to restructure the United Nations to reflect the constituency better, including my idea of a bicameral UN.

More Embassy Games

About August 2002, I gave the computer we had received from Persistence’s employer to Osman Baffour, an Arab Islamic Institute classmate from East Africa.  We had never turned the computer on.  Osman’s work involved computers, and currently Osman was setting up an Internet café with Moynihan’s Seal.  Osman came to our home to package the computer, and ship it by Yamato.  Osman reimbursed us for some cables we had bought for the computer, but never used.
When the Yamato driver arrived, the driver said we had not satisfactorily packaged the computer, so the driver would not accept the package.  We explained we believed the computer was not very valuable, but the driver insisted.  The driver left. We repackaged the computer. The driver returned, and took the package away.
Some days later, Osman contacted me to express gratitude for the computer.  Osman used peculiar language, indicating receipt of more than just the computer.  I suspect there may have been something on the hard drive of the computer Osman received, and Osman thought I knew what was on the hard drive.
I read Snow Crash, the book Sid Weeks had lent me.  I had been thinking about the name of the author.  In turning over the name in my mind, I suspected Neal Stephenson was a pen name.
From conversations with Weeks, I suspected he might have played a significant role in writing the book, perhaps simply as an Asset.  The style and substance seemed like Weeks.  He had been extremely familiar with the books main premise, what he claimed was the underpinning philosophy.
The main premise was that increasing computer compatibility was a danger because the more compatible computers are, the more easily one could disable more computers with one virus.  To me, this theme’s inherent flaw was obvious if one did not suppose a virus is an inherently dangerous occurrence.  In other words, the difference between a virus and beneficial mutation is subjective.

In directory style listings of names in English the family name precedes the personal name, as in conventional OriginSun usage.  My first name is Steven, and people who address me by my first name usually shorten the name to Steve.  If one pronounces the Snow Crash author’s name directory style: “Stephenson, Neal,” the words sound like: Steve and son kneel.  At the Practical Ethics Association, I had been doing much kneeling.  In addition, I suspect the allegory of kneeling and subservience is an indication that I should be more respectful to the Incubator.
In August 2002, James Freedman from my OriginSun class at the University of California at Los Angeles visited CapitalEast.  Freedman came to see me at our home in ValleyAstringent.  While I was in the kitchen, the book was on a table in the living room. Freedman saw the cover of Snow Crash. He read the title and author aloud so I could hear him in the next room.
However, Freedman read the author’s name directory style, although on the cover the name appears in conventional American sequence.  Freedman claimed to be familiar with the book, and we discussed it briefly.  I suspect the book was a direct product of my Incubator or a closely related incubator.
The plot of the book has some striking similarities to my life.  In addition, the book warns of the future in not apocalyptic terms, but certainly unfavourable terms.  The text may be a sort of self-defeating prophecy to take notice of the direction society may go if we do not responsibly lead.
Freedman and I attended a party at Chan’s apartment on IslandMoon451 to view the annual OccasionPedestalLarge452 fireworks.  Afterwards we went for drinks at a bar.  O’Leary was there.  In a conversation with me, O’Leary alluded to a prophet, meaning to suggest I had some role to play.
I was too angry for words.  My Incubated existence is embarrassing enough, but I do not need to be humiliated by others stating the obvious.  For once I was the one offended by indiscretion.
Mr. O’Leary has never had an unkind word for me, as far as I know.  I do not suspect his purpose was to offend or humiliate me.  However, what I suspect he does not understand is I have been clearly relegated to a role as a mere observer.  My choice in that role is limited.  In contrast, Mr. O’Leary, and many of the others in this treatise such as Mr. Ted Johnson, have jobs, real purpose, instead of the simple duty to scribble stuff down so that 50 people 500 years from now can read the childish nonsense that went on here.
Attorneys are, by nature, scribes.  We do not really do much of anything.  We are at best facilitators surrounded by movers and shakers who tend to not be attorneys because the movers and shakers understand the limitations imposed on legal practitioners.  We are hangers-on who get a hard-on by being surrounded by powerful people, but we know we do not have the courage or ability to be those movers and shakers.
Freedman went downstairs in the bar to play billiards.  I stayed upstairs to dance.  While dancing, I met Ms. MaleChild IslandMulberry453.
I suspect Freedman arranged for me to meet IslandMulberry.  I discovered later that IslandMulberry was a legal secretary at Goldman Sachs.  She and I met from time to time.
I attended a party at Mahl’s apartment.  John Murphy had recently moved from Squire, Sanders & Dempsey to Goldman Sachs.  Murphy remarked that Yamato Transport was a particularly OriginSun company.

The Wisdom of the Practical Ethics Fairness Society

During the first 11 months I worked at Yamato, I regularly attended the Practical Ethics Association meetings starting at 05:00 at AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine.  Most people wore dress clothes to the meeting, so I would change into my work clothes upstairs in a changing room for the way of the sword454 squad, and then go directly to work at Yamato.  On my days off, I would accompany members to breakfast.  At one of these breakfasts, I spoke with Mr. ReignPure MountainForest, Mr. HeadRiceField455, and Mr. ForestChestnut, the spouse of Ms. ForestChestnut who had invited me to join the Practical Ethics Association meetings.  I asked the three gentlemen if Yamato Transport was a company with a particularly OriginSun culture, and they said no.
The Practical Ethics Association was an organisation started by a survivor of the IslandDissemination slaughter.  The purpose of the Association is to promote peace and communitarian values.  The survivor’s son had inherited the organisation, and the grandson would likely inherit the group as well.  Members called the grandson by his first name: Mr. Riji.  Like the Chrysanthemums, succession after Riji was in flux because there were no males.
As Persistence suggested, the Practical Ethics Association’s predominant philosophy seemed strongly rooted in the RoadToDivineMorality, but there was also much Confucianism and Buddhism.  Officially, there was no religious affiliation.  One finds much of both Confucianism and Buddhism in OriginSun culture.  According to what Persistence told me she read on the Internet, the Practical Ethics Association was the leading contributor to the Liberal Democratic Party.  I took this as a positive because I believed that if change would come to OriginSun, we would need to work from within, using the powers that be.
Also on television about that time I saw much political discussion regarding ethics.  This included repeated spoken use of the same word for ethics that appears in the name of the Practical Ethics Association.  In addition, the ideographs for the this word frequently appeared on the TV screen in large, bold subtitles to emphasise the point.  OriginSun television relies heavily on subtitles, even when using our own language.  Besides the Practical Ethics Association being the leading contributor to what was then the only superficially empowered political party in OriginSun, I took the fact that television was drawing attention to ethical issues to be positive reinforcement of my actions.
As I write this sentence in 2010, there is a different political party in power than at the time I initially drafted the preceding paragraphs.  The Liberal Democratic Party ruled for nearly 54 years since its founding in 1955 with two interruptions between 1993 and 1994 and again beginning in 2009.  I lived in OriginSun for the first time from 1993 to 1994, and expressed my first reservations regarding the Liberal Democratic Party in 2009.  In 2009 I repeatedly orally stated: ‘if you have had a burglar breaking into one’s home, stealing your money for decades, wouldn’t one prefer to at least have a different burglar break into one’s home to steal one’s money?’
A successful government is a successful kleptocracy.  Developed nations’ governments have perfected the art of stealing as much money as possible from residents while providing the minimum in return.  In the case of America, the government successfully pilfers even nonresidents because America is one of the few countries to tax citizens living outside the geographical borders of the governmental authority. In contrast, the OriginSun government does not tax their ex-patriot citizens, but does provide them with benefits, such as public schooling, which America does not.
Some political thinkers have suggested that kleptocracy is limited to corrupt government officials who embezzle state funds.456  This is an oversimplification.  If the dictator steals money for his personal gain, or the bureaucrat wastes money on government work that the private sector can do better, the result to the taxpayer is the same.  Whether the money is lost as the result of theft or inefficient administration is irrelevant to taxpayers.
Governments are by nature kleptocracies, and to date, no government has been successful unless the state learns to be a successful kleptocracy.  The definition of a ‘successful’ government in 2011 is the ability to steal as much money as possible, and provide the least in return to the taxpayers, while retaining power.  The more the government can take, and the less the government can give, the more ‘success.’
One of the regular attendees at the Practical Ethics Association, MountainForest, was from Yokohama.  He is a little younger than my father is, and we became friendly.  MountainForest had a very soothing manner, typical of rural OriginSun people.  I felt comfortable confiding in him.
MountainForest spoke regularly with Riji, the grandson of the founder, and son of the present head of the Practical Ethics Association.  Riji’s regular meeting place was the same as mine, at the AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine.  Members introduced Riji and I to each other.
I spoke at Practical Ethics Association meetings on several occasions, including when Riji attended.  After consulting with Riji, MountainForest became more cautious in the questions MountainForest asked me.  I sensed Riji wished to help me, but Riji’s options were limited.  The best Riji could do was attempt to minimise the invasions of my privacy.
One day after a meeting, MountainForest and I went to breakfast.  I had scheduled this breakfast somedays in advance because I wished to hear his counsel.  On the way to the restaurant, I discussed the Geography 101 email I had written and sent to myself.  As a rule, I did not discuss that email with people.  Until 2009, I had probably obliquely discussed the Geography 101 email with only two or three people.
MountainForest admonished me for consulting him on this issue.  MountainForest asked me if I did not understand the discussion at the meeting that day.  I had not, and told him so.  MountainForest explained that we were not supposed to discuss the mapping of strategies.
I had been contemplating for some time how to broach this matter with MountainForest.  I suspect others telepathically perceived this contemplation while we kneeled on the straw matting.  Consequently, in hopes of curtailing my disclosure of confidential information, the word came down at a meeting that we ‘keep our own counsel’ regarding matters like my map.  I explained myself a bit further, and MountainForest began to appreciate the complexity of my situation.
In the meetings, we sat in a correct sitting457 position listening to the readings and the thoughts of individual speakers.  I found the meetings to be very similar to the Religious Society of Friends.  However, the Friends meetings I attended involved sitting on chairs, not speaking for most of the meeting, and meeting only once a week.
My lower back is not particularly limber, I was about to turn 40.  I was not raised as a child using the correct sitting position.  In my case, the correct sitting position held for a hour-long meeting required me to stand gradually to regain the use of my legs.  Mr. HeadRiceField had practiced martial arts, and taught me exactly how to position one’s hands, feet, knees, back, gaze, etc.  As we kneeled in quiet contemplation, at the front of the room was an alcove,458 the ShipSun flag, and a vase of arranged flowers.459
My OriginSun language skills are not sufficient to keep pace with most of the OriginSun monologues I hear.  Unless I am in a dialogue with the native OriginSun speaker, repeatedly confirming my comprehension, I often lose the thread of the subject matter.  At the Practical Ethics Association meetings, the speakers’ monologues were a difficult proposition.  Speakers did not tailor the speeches to my basic OriginSun language ability, as would occur in a dialogue.  For most of the speeches, I could not even comprehend the main subject of the speech.
Therefore, I was surprised to learn how often my thoughts coincided with the subject of the speeches at the meetings.  Mr. LightCountry “Kuni” GhostNine,460 a fluent English speaker, was in town occasionally, and GhostNine would review the readings from past meetings with me.  Partly due to his explanations, I realised that there was an unusual correlation between the thoughts I had been having over a week or so and the readings at the meetings.   I attribute this to telepathy.  Much of my interest in the Association stemmed from the opportunity to practice telepathy with regular OriginSun people. I am very grateful for what I learned.
On another occasion MountainForest and I went for a cup of coffee after a meeting. MountainForest complimented me, saying many OriginSun people were unable to convey one’s thoughts as well as me.  Much like my Arabic classes, these meetings seemed to be a method of training thought communication, telepathy and Image Guidance.
I think MountainForest was not aware that non-OriginSun individuals could communicate via Image Guidance.  Although I know many foreigners who use Image Guidance, I do not think MountainForest is well acquainted with many foreigners.  In addition, I think he was being kind when he complimented my image communication.  I met many OriginSun people on a daily basis who seem much more adept than I was at Image Guidance.  This higher standard is what I was referring to when I told the Koen, the attorney I met at Meditation, that I prefer the higher overall standard of OriginSun society than the higher level of the few who excel well above the norm in America.

Being niggered by red skins in AddProfitRiceRankNext461

I am not a fan of derogatory names.  I am a fan of frankly discussing the issues, so I will use derogatory names because I wish to confront issues so that we may move beyond them.  Every human on earth is of African origin.  All Homo sapiens on this planet descended from the Mitochondrial Mother who lived in East Africa about 200,000 years ago,462 so we all have African ancestry.

Yamato: 2002

In November 2001 I found a job advertisement for sorting packages for Yamato Transport in South MountainBlue.  I interviewed with the Assistant Manager: Mr. OneHappy TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods.  In a follow-up meeting with TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods, he said his boss was concerned about my visa status.  I held a Specialist in Humanities visa.  Sorting packages does not involve a specialisation in Humanities, or so I was told.
More importantly, Asahi had sponsored my visa, and as long as Asahi was on the immigration bureau’s books as being my sponsor, Asahi had some liability for my actions.  I suspect someone from Asahi had clarified to Yamato that my visa should be changed.  I applied for a Spouse Visa.
On 01 December 2001 I met Toshihiko403 WisteriaThatOne404 for English conversation lessons.  Persistence had suggested I post a flyer to find English students, and Ms. WisteriaThatOne found my number from the flyer.  Ms. WisteriaThatOne worked for a quasi-public corporation created by the OriginSun government.  She works at these corporations for a year or so, and could continue, but generally chooses to move to another corporation to gain experience that is more varied.
WisteriaThatOne offered to introduce me to a venture capitalist.  She wished to meet Persistence, so we arranged to go for coffee.  After leaving the coffee shop, WisteriaThatOne asked me what I wanted to become.  I told her I was interested in politics.

The Last Samurai

Mahl became a Vice President of International Business Affairs for Sony Pictures Entertainment about the time of the incidents I am about to describe.  Also about this time, Beyer became Vice-president of Personnel and later Executive Director of the Legal and Compliance Division of Morgan Stanley.  The Vice-president position might be a reference to the Affiliation Product: double.
About 26 December 2001, I met Mahl for a drink at What the Dickens.  I arrived at the bar first, and sat at a counter next to an open table.  I was hoping a woman or women would sit at the table next to where I sat down.
Mahl arrived with a video of the movie Finding Forrester, and offered to lend it to me.  He has an entire wall of videotapes, laser discs, and DVDs he receives free of charge because he works in the film distribution industry.  This was the only time Mahl ever offered to lend me a video.  I had seen the film multiple times already.  Moreover, I was frequently being subjected to the promotional material for the movie.
The movie is about a famous novelist who publishes one great book, and never publishes again.  The novelist’s character is loosely based on J.D. Salinger, the author of Catcher in the Rye.405  My eldest sibling had told me I resemble the main character of Catcher in the Rye.  Judging from his encouragement, Mahl seemed interested in making my experience into a motion picture.
Mahl confessed that Mahl’s spouse was not very good at cleaning.  I said I have an advantage not working full time.  I am able to do the housework that Persistence does not do.  As a rule, I tried to make sure the house was tidy, no dishes were in the sink, and I was presentable when Persistence came home from work.  I usually spent a few hours everyday or so airing out the futon, laundering, running errands, shopping, vacuuming, and cleaning.
My elder sisters taught me to do housework.  If the first sister was satisfied, the second sister might not be.  Usually, by the third sister, I became proficient.
Naturally, I felt as though there was a lot more I should be doing to satisfy Persistence’s expectations, but I tried to be a good homemaker.  I did not think this was sufficient because I always expect more of myself, but I did my best.  Even when living with InnerStreamMiddle, I tried to do more than my share of the housework, including cooking, shopping, cleaning, laundry, and errands, in exchange for my accommodations.

The Mormons

As Mahl and I were enjoying our drinks a guest at the next table began speaking to us.  Mahl seemed surprised that a guest at the next table would suddenly start speaking to us.  We eventually found out her name was Ms. ChildCongratulationsThousand “Chico” MountainCedar406.
Her nickname, Chico, is a play on the transliteration of her first name: Chigako, and means boy in Spanish.  Laura Welch Bush, the first lady at the time, is a Mexican American.  Ms. Bush came up in our conversation.  MountainCedar was sitting with friends, and she invited us to join them, and we did.
MountainCedar and Persistence shared similarities.  They had both lived in Utah, a state home to the Mormon religion, although the religion began near Rochester, New York.  Persistence and MountainCedar both converted to this religion while living in Utah.  I had lived in Utah.
To conform to political pressure in 1904, the Mormon Church Elders officially renounced polygamy.407  The faith no longer technically includes a basic tenet, a tenet that caused the persecution and flight of Mormon followers across the continental United States.  Although generations of Mormon had persevered to preserve their right to a polygamous lifestyle, the current Church has abandoned that principle.
Fundamentalist splinter groups of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints still practice polygamy.  One often hears of court battles and imprisonment of these Mormons, and the kidnapping of their offspring by government authorities.408  Until living in OriginSun, I had associated the state of Utah primarily with great powder skiing.
Historically in OriginSun, polygamy was important as well.  “In case that a wife proved barren, she might be divorced.  In case that there were reasons for not divorcing her, a concubine might be taken for the purpose of obtaining an heir.”409
Many attribute the fact that OriginSun has the oldest continuing hereditary monarchy in the world to the fact that until recently the Chrysanthemum throne was frequently inherited by the Emperor’s offspring who was best suited to rule.  In contrast, the first male descendant of the sole legal wife was usually selected as the heir to European thrones.  In OriginSun, the number of concubines for Emperor, princes, officers of the highest class, and samurai was twelve, eight, five and two respectively.410

However, “[w]e may say that, although the old OriginSun society was not monogamic, the natural tendency was towards monogamy, as the condition best according with the religion of the family, and with the moral feeling of the masses.”411

One of my favourite lessons the Incubator taught me about the Mormon religion is the practice of writing a journal.  For years, I thought I wanted to do that.  I tried in my 20s, but my subject matter was not substantial.  I had heard from a Mormon missionary once that they are told to write a daily journal.  Thanks to this chronicle, I now understand the value in writing one’s experiences down to better understand oneself.

Second Date

Before we said goodnight to MountainCedar and friends, I asked her for her phone number.  Mahl, MountainCedar, and I met a few days later at What the Dickens.  After a couple drinks, MountainCedar and I were becoming intimate under the table.  I thought Mahl could tell.
We were drinking on the first floor.  Mahl asked MountainCedar to join Mahl on the second floor to speak with Mahl.  They were gone for several minutes.  They returned.
We drank more.  We departed.  Mahl seemed to be coaching MountainCedar, or involved with MountainCedar or both.  In hindsight, I suspect I have Yamato and Sony to thank for meeting MountainCedar.  At our next meeting, MountainCedar and I began a more intimate relationship that lasted for years.
When changing my visa, Persistence asked me why I did not apply for a Permanent Resident visa.  I discussed with Persistence my interest in applying for OriginSun citizenship.  While applying for OriginSun citizenship, I suggested to Persistence that I live in OriginSun under a spouse visa.  At the time, she did not object, or express any reservation to me about the spouse visa or applying for OriginSun citizenship.
As per my discussions with Larry Repeta I organised a welcome party for incoming students of TUJ Law in January 2002, and again in January 2003.  On the bus on the way to the 2002 occasion, a student told me a supposedly Chinese proverb: “Be as strict with your friends as you are with yourself.”
This was the same idea I had explained to Larry Repeta from TUJ Law when we went to the UN bookstore.  My logic was being recycled, and fed back to me.  On another subject, the student said you or I could never be OriginSun natives.  I replied that is just something we tell ourselves, like when we are having a bad day speaking OriginSun.
I met Sid Weeks for lunch.  I told him of a Chinese proverb I had heard recently.  I laughed and suggested exchange students in Atlanta create these Chinese proverbs.  I meant to refer to former President Jimmy Carter, but I do not believe Weeks felt me.  Weeks was born a Southerner, but he spent his childhood in the North.
On 05 December 2002 I attended a seminar at TUJ Law on the upcoming implementation of the new graduate degree at OriginSun law schools.  The speaker was an American professor of Law at The University of Tokyo.  People lingered afterwards, and chatted.  I spoke with a partner from a major Western law firm who had been resident in OriginSun for many years.  I will refer to him as Mr. Lack Speech.  Lack Speech notified me via LinkedIn on 18 February 2010 that he wishes I leave his name, and the law firm’s name he was working for at the time, out of the following.  I will refer to the law firm as Noble Polisher.
Lack Speech told me that an Asahi attorney who had worked in the US had died some time ago.  Noble Polisher attempted to send flowers to the funeral, but for one reason or another, the US office of Asahi at the time, Masuda & Ejiri, refused.  I wondered if there was something symbolic in the discussion of the death of this attorney, and my leaving Asahi.
If this was significant symbolism, ButtocksInlet (Ejiri) had refused to write me off.  ButtocksInlet, I suspect, knew there was a use for me, and intended to see if he could find a place to use me.  This should not be confused with generosity.  Vivisectionists need subjects.
As the development of the Self>Tangible>Body Indicators progressed, there was a telepathic inquiry(ies) about my organs. The inquiry was something to the effect of: if you have a right/left distinction for appendages, should not you also have a second heart on the right side of your chest? The only answer I had been conditioned to give was: ‘yes.’
In January 2011, a tumor was removed from the right side of my chest. As the full-body anesthesia was wearing off, the surgical staff visited my bedside while my family was there. The supervising doctor held the aborted tumor in a jar of liquid. After the surgical staff left, my spouse remarked that the tumor resembled a heart.

Old habits die hard, some wounds never heal
We got what we came for, this is part of the deal
I can’t forget you, I can’t even try
Sometimes it feels like, somebody diedb

Lack Speech and I traded business cards.  The meaning of his family name could be construed to suggest his words were missing something.  In June 2005, Lack Speech left the law firm he was working for at the time of this conversation on 05 December 2002.  That law firm’s name includes a word suggesting a young noble acting as an attendant to a knight before becoming a knight himself, and a word suggesting smoothing or polishing with a type of paper or a mechanical apparatus.
The partners at Rutan & Tucker, Alkalay, American civil servants in OriginSun, and perhaps to a lesser extent Repeta, considered me a nuisance, and perhaps potentially dangerous.  Patriotism to these people involves blindly following American ideology, whatever that means.  In contrast, more than eight years after that conversation with the Lack Speech Noble Polisher, I think I understand the bitterness that can creep into an ex-patriot’s life in OriginSun.
OriginSun draws you in.  You fall in love with the country, and like any lover, the better you know them, you learn the good and the bad.  The problem that so many foreigners have in OriginSun is once they fall in love with the country they see, perhaps better than the OriginSun people themselves, what the country and people could become, yet fail to because the OriginSun people are afraid of themselves.  You see how far ahead OriginSun is in structuring society, and understanding human relations, and then you see how totally oblivious OriginSun is to some of the most basic tenets of civilised communities.
These frustrated foreigners living in OriginSun whom I meet from time to time invariably were raised in other developed nations and see the capacity for change elsewhere.  When looking at OriginSun, these foreigners see that all we have to do is tweak this or that a little bit, and instead of being just a little bit better than other countries, OriginSun will be far ahead of other nations.  Reasons for not making these minor changes have to do with centuries of military rule, millennia of enculturation and other reasons that other writers have already repeatedly and thoroughly addressed.
Another reason is the mediocrity instilled by this military hegemony teaches us to not move too far ahead of others.  This is the same mentality that prevents people from answering because by answering they risk offending others who do not know the answer.  This is tedious, insipid, and embarrassing.  In any case, the issue is long past identifying the problems with OriginSun.  The issue is about how to move forward.
While we frustrated foreigners see the improvements that could be made in OriginSun, we also do not want to change the good things about OriginSun.  Again, like a lover you hope to love the other just the way they are, but every love grows and changes.  When OriginSun does not grow, one’s affection for OriginSun does not grow, progress and mature.
The love sours into bitterness because OriginSun lacks the courage necessary to move beyond what is.  OriginSun is unable to embrace what might be.  Love does not standstill.  Treading water may be an option, but eventually you either sink or swim.
I considered myself a patriotic American because I have confidence in America.  I know that no matter how powerful OriginSun becomes, America will improve to meet OriginSun every step of the way.  I have always espoused the free exchange of a wide spectrum of ideas simply because voicing ideas permits proper evaluation.  Even if one is opposed to a particular idea, one benefits by the airing of the idea because one is able to hone one’s opinions only if given a full range of arguments.  Furthermore, the widest possible Playing Field enables the broadest estimation of potentialities.
An important note: the repetition of discredited arguments does not serve a purpose.  The Incubator has a horrible self-defeating tendency to keep feeding stuff back in long after the point is made.  This must stop.
However, currently in OriginSun, the mere mention of the right wing brings accusations that the speaker is an evil aggressor.  One cannot explore conservative ideas openly.  This hamstrings the left at least as much as the right because the left is perpetually arguing with a paper tiger.
Without proper opposition and discussion, one is unable to evaluate and foster one’s own ideologies.  Americans who fear open debate in OriginSun fundamentally distrust the ability of America to overcome obstacles.  This basic lack of confidence in America is what I find most unpatriotic about these allegedly loyal Americans.

Underemployed

On 15 January 2002 I received my work permit based on marriage to an OriginSun national.  I started work at Yamato on the first of the month after receiving my Spouse Visa, 01 February 2002.  At Yamato my work was laborious, but after my recent experiences in the legal industry, I enjoyed the opportunity to be productive.  Until this time in OriginSun, I had always done ‘foreigner’ jobs: teaching English, and practicing law as a foreign legal associate.
Years ago the jobs I did in Europe were the types of jobs commonly done by other Europeans.  Although I worked in blue-collar positions in Europe: migrant labor, packaging, and motorcycle delivery, I also worked in sales, sports instruction, and tourism.  Both types of positions enabled me to become more familiar with Europe.  The Europeans I met through these occupations gave me a less biased view of Europe than if I were to have worked in occupations segregated to foreigners.
I never once worked with an American in Europe.  Africans, Europeans, and Americans remarked that they had never met an American doing what I was doing.  During the two years I lived in Europe, on only two occasions did I meet an American in similar circumstances.
One was in Sweden.  The second was when I was recognised by a fellow American while walking down a village street in Austria.  I had worked with this person in Alta.  At the time, I thought that was a coincidence.
The work I was doing at Yamato was similar to the jobs I had done in Europe: native employment.  I was extremely pleased to be doing work shoulder to shoulder with what I assumed to be normal OriginSun people.
My job at Yamato usually started before dawn.  I woke about 04:10 to arrive at work on time.  On the way to the subway, I walked past the place of the way at the AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine.  Judging from the number of bicycles parked on the sidewalk in front, there were twenty or thirty people inside the place of the way at this early hour.
I actively study various creeds.  I try to educate myself constantly about how other people believe.  I looked at the bicycles and the exterior of the place of the way jealously, wondering what a foreigner would have to do to meet with a group of true OriginSun individuals who woke up that early in the morning to assemble on straw412 mats.  This was the same place a few months ago that the master told me that if I wanted to study, I had to move to CapitalCapital.  I discovered later that Yamato was preparing my introduction to this group.

The Practical Ethics Association

My desk at our home in ValleyAstringent looked out sliding glass doors onto a small intersection of side streets.  One day as I was using the computer, two ethnically OriginSun women older than me walked past.  They glanced at me as they were discussing something, turned around, and started walking back the way they had come.
The doorbell rang.  I answered the door.  The two people I had just seen walking by introduced themselves and told me about a meeting.  Their names were Ms. Hiroko413 RicePaddyMountain414 and Ms. ForestChestnut415.
I thought the topic sounded interesting, so RicePaddyMountain gave me some literature about the Practical Ethics Association.416 This was the predawn meeting at the AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine with the bicycles in front.  When I explained to Persistence that I was planning to attend a meeting of the Practical Ethics Association, she was not pleased.  I tried to relieve her apprehension, but she did not want to entertain my inclination to ‘religious tourism.’
Persistence Won and I had visited churches in America without incident.  Persistence seemed mildly curious about American houses of worship.  I had visited OriginSun temples in Los Angeles.  Now, in OriginSun, if I walked by a shrine, and suggested we visit, she would express concerns about my mental health.  No doubt my good buddy Mr. Alkalay may have played some small role in this.
I attended the Practical Ethics Association meeting before dawn the next day.  The leader of the meetings at the place of the way was Mr. BlowDart,417 a gentleman who had retired from Sumitomo.  A couple of days before my first visit, a senior Yamato staff person had visited the meeting to speak with Mr. Yabuki.  They were old friends.

Squash

During spring 2002 I played Squash on occasion with people I supposedly met by chance at the CharacterBrook418 Health Center in NoveltyHorseSpace.  After squash one day, I was undressing in the locker room to take a Jacuzzi.  An older OriginSun man began speaking to me.  He explained he had worked, or at least he claimed to have worked, in Singapore on aircraft leasing before retiring.
He metaphorically suggested I would be able to leave the country in November 2002, more than half a year after the date of that conversation.  My family had a history of traveling.  As a rule, since adolescence, I went out of town at least every other month or so, and out of the country at least once a year.  This may seem like much traveling to some people, but the converse was no less peculiar to me.
At the time of this conversation, I was going out of the metropolis about once a year.  If, as he claimed, I would be permitted to travel outside OriginSun in November, that would be well over a year of staying in one country.  As circumstances unfolded, I did not leave the country until October 2003, which was more than two years, and almost a year after he suggested.  I only went then because someone took me.  After October 2003, the next time I left OriginSun was at the request of the authorities in April 2005.

Drugs and medications

During spring 2002 Persistence’s employer was disposing of used computers.  We took one at my suggestion, although we had no use for another desktop computer.  We kept the computer for several months on the desk in our home, but never plugged in the cord.
Persistence was becoming very frustrated.  I was unable to explain the circumstances of my situation enough for her to understand.  She would continually threaten divorce.  I had initially tried to consult a marriage counsellor when we lived in Chesapeake in 1999.  Persistence was now repeatedly trying to take me to mental health counsellors.
At one point, in ValleyAstringent, she frantically claimed she was ill, and she asked me if she should take medication.  I assured her there was nothing wrong with her, and she did not need medication.  Months later, in her apartment in ShopMockeryCaseThree,419 she told me she was taking vitamins for her mental health.  She may also have told me she was taking medication.  Incubator was taking a toll.

Old soldiers die hard, old hearts beat slow
Old friends go easy, old lovers just gob

She told me: if we move back to America, I will support you.  After a visit to one mental health counsellor while Alkalay was visiting I received some medication which I took briefly.  Persistence told me I would not need to take medication if we lived in America.  My father used to tell us a joke about a maternalistic person who does not feel well who insists on others taking medicine.  By doing so, the maternalistic person hopes to feel better.
Persistence visited another mental health counsellor who wished to prescribe medication for me before he had even met me.  I refused.  The counsellor had worked near the site of the Columbine High School massacre.  Also near the site of that massacre is a Lockheed Martin Titan missile manufacturing facility.  One might argue “that the presence of this facility within the community, and the acceptance of institutionalised violence as a solution to conflict, contributed to the mindset that led to the massacre.420
This mental health professional Persistence had incoincidentally stumbled upon had counselled clients involved in the Columbine High School massacre, as well as employees of the missile plant.  I did agree to visit the counsellor.  The irony of the pacifistic stance I had repeatedly taken, and our visits to a counsellor who was complicit in placating American ignorance of their own violence were not lost on me, but they were lost on him.  When I realised he was not able to begin to fathom what I was trying to explain, I became bitter.
The next day, after I came home from Yamato, I was picking up the nets used to cover the trash.  I was frustrated with my inability to explain myself to the mental health counsellor, and Persistence.  After the initial thrill of rejoining the labour force had worn off, I was now discouraged because I suspected Yamato was a waste of my time.  Most of all, I was tired of being unable to access funds reserved for the Aerospace Project.  Considering the amount of energy the Incubator spent Monitoring me, I figured there must be something substantial at stake.
I could sense Monitors/Freelancers/Handlers among the passersby, as usual.  As one of the Freelancers/Handlers passed by me, I purposefully thought, “Do not bother me.  I am sick.  My spouse is trying to medicate me.  Stay away from me.”
I did not mouth the words.  I gave no outward indication of what I was thinking.  The Incubator was about to teach me a lesson in telepathy.
Another Freelancer/Handler or two passed by, and one asked me for directions to the closest pharmacy.  I began to walk the Freelancer/Handler to a pharmacy I knew on GovernmentBright Way,421 but after we walked a bit, he assured me he knew the location of the pharmacy.  I went back to store the nets until the next collection day when I would again set them out to keep the crows from picking apart the neighbourhood refuse.

I needed to buy contact lenses.  Persistence had received a flyer, and I went to the shop indicated by the flyer, but I was told my contacts were unusual, and I should try DrugEyeglass422.  From time to time when passing by I had used this shop’s eyeglass cleaner stand.
Persistence and I went there for my eyewear.  On the way out the staff members, in contrast to their treatment of other customers, enthusiastically thanked me for my patronage.  Further, they followed us out onto the sidewalk, and bowed courteously as we walked away.
This is not uncommon treatment in many OriginSun stores, but in this case, there was something more.  Persistence remarked that the staff there seemed to be very grateful for my custom.  This may be the only time I heard Persistence acknowledge that she noticed the unusual attention I received.  These sorts of incidents are so common and obvious to me that there was nothing I could say in response to her.  If I had replied sincerely, she would suggest I need counselling, medication or both.
From time to time, I sensed Persistence did subconsciously realise what was happening in our lives, but she was unwilling to admit to reality.  For example, after I returned from work or meeting Moynihan, McAlinn or someone, Persistence would often ask me: “Were they nice to you?”  She could tell people did not treat me normally, but she could not nor did she want to define the peculiar treatment I received.
This is understandable given the limited amount of information available to her.  Unfortunately due to her family background, she is not a trusting person.  Her family’s marital bonds are not strong ones.  Excepting one family member, everyone back to her grandparent’s generation had been divorced.  I was unaware of her familial marital history until we had been married for some time.
Moreover, the circumstances I am trying to describe here are still difficult for me to fathom.  Naturally, an observer such as Persistence might find my situation even more perplexing.  Persistence’s confusion was understandable to say the least.  Her willingness to abandon me was not.
Certain businesses patronise me in the manner of the staff at DrugEyeglass.  If I had to hypothesise the reason for the treatment in the instant case, I would suggest a relationship to the name of the store.  Quantum theory, and to some extent Buddhism, Taoism, RoadToDivineMorality, and plain common sense teach that our reality is a product of what we believe our reality to be.
Our need for medication, including eyeglasses, is a product of our perception of reality, not of reality itself.

“Men consider these reflections as their real selves.  Their eyes, noses, ears, tongues, and bodies ― as well as their gardens, woods, farms, homes, servants, and maids ― men imagine to be their own possessions; but, in fact, they are only results endlessly produced by innumerable actions.”423

We are the total of our actions.  We ‘have’ no things.  Our beliefs, drugs, physical reality, and many other factors colour our perception of reality, but the mind is the single most important influence on our perceptions.  These ailments, and their solutions, are more based more in our minds than in the facts. Our minds create the facts.
Consequently, our belief that medications, eyeglasses, or illegal drugs will alter our reality is more important than the substances themselves.

“Buddhism answers that both the universe and the consciousness are merely aggregates of Karma ― complexities incalculable of conditions shaped by acts and thoughts through some enormous past.”424

The Incubator wants me to learn that one’s mind can overcome any hurdle, if one grounds one’s mind sufficiently in one’s own reality.
The eyeglasses, antihistamines, or alcohol, are as much a part of the mind as the ailments: poor eyesight, allergies or addictions.  We are constantly underestimating the mind’s curative powers.  Entire industries dedicate their energy to causing us to underestimate the therapeutic power of the mind for financial benefit to that industry.  My present spouse and my grandfather have both made their careers in the pharmaceutical industry with American companies.  There are those in the various professions who wish to move forward, but the issue is whether the inertia can be overcome.

Shutting the window for The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up

Persistence and I were walking down Blue Green Mountain Street.  The United Nations University was just ahead on our right.  We walked arm in arm.  Persistence was her usual self: glowing.  On Persistence’s side, coming towards us was Wendy Gordon, the New Zealander with whom I crewed a boat in the Caribbean.
I had not seen Gordon in a decade.  She fixed her eyes on Persistence.  I stared at Gordon to be certain this was her.
As Gordon was about to pass us, she looked at me.  Gordon quietly mouthed the word: “Beautiful.”  As usual, Persistence looked herself: radiant.  I did not look back.

Citizenship

To investigate the OriginSun naturalization process, I visited the immigration office of the OriginSun Department of Law.  The advisor at the immigration office told me that I might be eligible for citizenship.  The advisor warned me that if I received OriginSun citizenship, I would not be able to return to America for longer than a brief stay.  Furthermore, if I stayed in America for an extended period, my OriginSun citizenship would be in jeopardy.  The final determination is by the Minister of Justice.
I consulted Peter Henry Barlerin, the attaché in the office at the American Citizen Services office of the US Embassy to discuss my renunciation of American citizenship.  Barlerin was two years behind my sister at Middlebury College.  He pointed out that many OriginSun citizens stayed in America for extended periods.
I replied: clearly I am subject to a standard not applied to other people.  I added: the sooner I become used to the double standard, the better.  I am unsure Barlerin understood I meant my response to point out the hypocrisy of Barlerin’s comment.  OriginSun may wish to apply a double standard to me, but America was already applying a double standard to me in a variety of ways.
Barlerin was concerned about OriginSun applying a double standard to me, yet Barlerin seemed oblivious to the double standard the American government was applying to me.  While Americans were invading, injuring, and killing civilians in foreign countries, and America, American officials were accusing me of being a threat to the ‘American way of life.’  They made veiled accusations of suspicions of my criminality, as at the interview at the Embassy, although I had never attacked anyone.
The danger I pose is that of peace.  Not being able to beat up smaller countries like Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, and Nicaragua would hamstring America’s government.  How could America hope to scare large countries if America does not invade little countries?  This was the same reasoning behind the use of atomic weapons in 1945: if we did not use them, the Russians would not think we were serious about the nuclear option.  America bullies weaker countries to avoid dealing with stronger countries on equal terms.
Unlike most militaries, American troops practice with live fire.  Nevertheless, no amount of practice can substitute for the real thing, so a good, hot war every now and then is important to keep the troops ready.  America does this in large-scale military incursions such as Korea, but also by every American soldier stationed on foreign soil America has an opportunity to test the readiness of its soldiers for foreign combat.
About this time, there was a reception for the US Ambassador to OriginSun at the CapitalEast American Club.  I was invited.  I asked Persistence if she wanted to go, and she declined.  I invited a former coworker from Asahi Law Offices to join me, but due to her work commitments arising the day of the occasion, we canceled at the last minute.  Her suddenly busy schedule was incoincident.
In hindsight, I recognised a connection between people on the Embassy staff and my hiring at Asahi.  However, I sensed the Americans were not interested in bringing my Asahi guest to the reception for the Ambassador because the United States is not willing to play on equal terms.  Politically the United States treats OriginSun as our poor cousins, useful at times, but easily ignored when necessary.  If possible the US will prevent or delay giving OriginSun a ‘seat at the table.’
The hypocritical attitude displayed by Barlerin and his supervisors is typical.  While espousing freedom of religion, openness to all races, and a merit based system, America is Judea-Christian, Caucasian, homophobic, and monogamous.  A month after 9/11 American troops had invaded yet another country, Afghanistan, for problems made in America.  I had become intolerant of American intolerance.  I could have attended the occasion for the Ambassador alone, but the more I associated with people from the Practical Ethics Association, the less I felt I could learn from the Americans; particularly Americans from the Department of State.

By means of heart, transmit heart

Beginning about February and ending about July, I studied a semester of Arabic at the Arab Islamic Institute.  The Institute was in the same building as the mosque in HempClothSource.  While I was studying Arabic, the crown prince of Saudi Arabia came to visit the mosque.  During one of our classes in the language laboratory he stood next to me.
I had applied for a part-time job with one of the Arab foundations in CapitalEast.  My purpose in applying was to gain exposure to Arabic while working.  I had not received the job, and after the Prince visited our mosque, the director of the school relayed the Prince’s apology about the denial of the part-time job.
I had told MountainCedar about my Arabic studies.  One day MountainCedar and I were sitting in a restaurant.  I was thinking about MountainCedar’s physical appearance in less than favourable terms.
I gave no outward indication of my thoughts that I know of.  Suddenly she spoke the words: I know I am not beautiful.  My sister is beautiful.
She then began discussing telepathy.  An OriginSun term commonly used to refer to telepathy could be literally translated as: by means of heart, transmit heart.425  She said there are people with whom one is familiar enough to know what they are thinking without speech.  MountainCedar suggested we were able to perceive the thoughts of our family members before they verbalised them or made any indication.  I agreed.
MountainCedar said that she and I were also able to do that with each other.  I agreed.  I explained that my Arabic class was simply a school for teaching that ability.  Teaching Arabic was not the primary goal of the school.

Meditation

During my lunch break for my Arabic class, I often ate my homemade box lunch at a temple in HempClothSource across the street from the mosque.  About April, one of the temple matrons, Ms. Yamaguchi,426 told me about a class at the temple to learn about practicing Meditation.  I attended.
I discussed my Meditation studies visit with RicePaddyMountain from the Practical Ethics Association.  She introduced me to another Practical Ethics Association member who told me about more structured sessions at the TempleoftheTrough(inAtmosphericPressure)Manager in West HempCloth.  During late spring, and into the summer, I practiced Meditation at TempleoftheTrough(inAtmosphericPressure)Manager.  I discovered as I was writing this chronology that this temple had the same name and was of the same sect, ExcavationFriendReligion, as Mr. PineEternal’s temple in CastleConstellations, in which I had slept in almost ten years before.
From time to time at the Meditation sessions at TempleoftheTrough(inAtmosphericPressure)Manager I saw another Caucasian man.  One evening after a Meditation session, he introduced himself.  His name was James M. Cohen, an American attorney.
Mr. Cohen was studying to become a Buddhist cleric.  He suggested we go for a drink at a bar called Jail House a few hundred meters from my home.  I agreed.  The name of the bar was incoincident.
Mr. Cohen regularly traveled to New York, and discussed the exceptional Meditation practitioners one found in America.  Initially, I did not connect with his message.  We were the only patrons in the bar, and I suspect the two bar personnel standing by may have been of some assistance telepathically relaying his thoughts to me.  After we began to discuss something tangential, his idea clicked.  I realised he was encouraging me to visit New York.  My mind wandered back to my last visit to New York that ended in 9/11.
I replied to his assertion regarding the high caliber of Mediation practitioners in NYC by analogising the practice of sports in OriginSun.  One finds a very high caliber among the general population.  However, in America, one finds more extremes: exceptionally proficient, and people who are just out to hack around.  The people I met in EasternCapital tended to be more proficient communicators than most in America.  For that reason, I told the Koen without using these words: I was not interested in visiting New York.

Not very academic

During this time, people repeatedly asked me for an office facsimile number.  This occurred with clerks when completing forms, or in casual conversation with acquaintances.  In addition, on the Internet, there were advertisements for free facsimile numbers.  Acquaintances asked me if I had a facsimile machine for business.
I found an advertisement in the newspaper for an employment opportunity in the Law Faculty at Aoyama Gakuin University.  Aoyama Gakuin is a Christian Mission school.  I contacted McAlinn who worked at Aoyama Gakuin University to discuss the opportunity.  The religious affiliation was unfortunate, but I was becoming desperate for mentally challenging work.
McAlinn suggested we meet at a Starbucks near the university and my home.  Again, the building above this Starbucks houses offices for Goldman Sachs, although these offices are for Goldman Sachs Realty.  I mentioned I was studying Arabic, and McAlinn discussed his Arabic studies and years of residence in the Middle East.  He said he found OriginSun to be more comfortable than the Middle East.
McAlinn and I discussed Persistence, and the “one mind” credence of Meditation.  He also expressed a conventional Christian, Caucasian interpretation of marital relations. I replied that until I was married for several years, I had underestimated the extent two individuals become one mind.
My soon-to-be ex-spouse had a sibling. To avoid confusion, I did not explain the following analogy to McAlinn: spousal affection could be analogised to the love one feels for different siblings. Now that I realise how deep one’s affection can be for a spouse, I realise I can feel that depth of affection for additional spouses.

Early on in the meeting with McAlinn, he had pointed out that in the building above us were the offices for the Internet bookstore, Amazon Japan.  Somewhat out of context, McAlinn said he was trying to contact an author west of WestoftheGateway or somewhere.  He was not certain.  He wanted to facsimile the author to gain permission for copyright.
His comment probably related to the multiple requests I was then receiving for an office fax number.  McAlinn was generously informing me that my ideas were being plagiarised, and all McAlinn was doing was buying me a cup of coffee.  I think he wanted to establish a business address, complete with office services such as a facsimile, in an office setting other than my home.  Alternatively, he was trying to suggest symbolically that he wanted to make “an exact copy,” which is another definition for the word facsimile.  He probably knows Oracle Software is in that building as well.

Some fools never learn, ain’t that what they say
I turned for a moment, and you turned away

Labour

At Yamato, I worked in a large parking lot sorting packages.  Covering portions of the parking lot were large tent roofs.  On one side of the parking lot were temporary buildings housing the offices and warehouses for three delivery departments: TreeBookSix, MountainBlue, and FourthGlen427.  Physically, TreeBookSix’s office were above MountainBlue’s office.  I worked for the TreeBookSix office.
Different supervisors administered TreeBookSix, MountainBlue, and FourthGlen.  Mr. Broad GreenWillow428 was the TreeBookSix supervisor.  GreenWillow was older than me.  He was friendly and jovial.  Mr. Harbour,429 a year younger than me, was the MountainBlue supervisor, but Mr. Harbour supervised more staff, and a larger delivery area.
GreenWillow claimed to like foreigners.  I am always wary when I hear someone say, “I like foreigners.”  It is a bit like saying: ‘I like humans.’  If one must use the words, does one really mean those words?
On one occasion, GreenWillow hung up the phone and complained about a foreigner not knowing the address of a pickup.  That was no coincidence.  Yamato was in the process of trying to deliver me to the aims of the Incubator, but no one knew the Incubator’s address.

You had your reasons, ___ only knows

Yotsuya

In analysing my countries of home, I have said from time to time, that my first country is Myanmar, because when I entered the ‘verse, I was in Myanmar.  Not until some months later did my parents file the paperwork for my American citizenship. I renounced that citizenship at the American Consulate in GrandHill on George Washington’s 279th birthday.
Consequently, I refer to America as my second country.  My third country is OriginSun.  My admiration for OriginSun knows no words.
When Persistence and I discussed having children, more than once, we said we ought to teach them Chinese.  From us the child would naturally learn the English and OriginSun languages.  We thought a Chinese caregiver for the child or children could teach them Chinese as well. Perhaps because of this desire to teach our child Chinese, my attitude about my first three countries, my Arabic studies, or some other reason, Handlers seemed interested in learning what would be my fourth country.  I have no plans to have a fourth country, except for an artificial moon, but there are those who hope I will.
Consequently, I suspect Yamato purposefully grouped FourthGlen with TreeBookSix and MountainBlue.  The BlueMountain labourers pointed out to me the peculiarity of FourthGlen being with the other two.  BlueMountain and TreeBookSix were in HarbourDistrict,430 the same District as the American Embassy.  FourthGlen was in RelayStationNewDistrict.  FourthGlen was not very close to where we worked in South MountainBlue.

Bossman

Mr. TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods was the person who interviewed me for my job at Yamato.  From time to time, he said things to let me know he had connections outside of Yamato.  Perhaps TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods is connected to the OriginSun Nationalists, gangsters or some other loose association of individuals connected to my Incubator, but I do not think he is closely connected to America.
The historical home of Generalissimo Tree’s,431 was about 500 meters to the east of our worksite.  The house was now a popular tourist attraction.  On the opposite side of our worksite was the BlueMountain Cemetery where all four members of the Tree’s family were buried.  Under State RoadToDivineMorality, Generalissimo Tree’s was revered as a god and a RoadToDivineMorality shrine in his honour still exists on the site of his house.432  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods fully explained to me the legendary account of the suicides of Tree’s and his wife.
Tree’s and his wife ritually committed suicide in a manner proscribed by history for men and women, respectively, disembowelment and cutting one’s jugular vein.  They did so shortly after Emperor GovernmentBright’s funeral cortege left the palace.  This was according to the samurai practice of following one’s master to death.  In his suicide letter, Generalissimo Tree’s said that he wished to expiate for his disgrace in StateNine433, and for the thousands of casualties at Port Arthur.  He also donated his body to medical science.434
Tree’s had been a formidable and useful general that had staved off attack to the Chrysanthemum throne simply by his presence and loyalty.  The lack of such people as Tree’s that occurred in the GreatJustice Era435 resulted in the failure of OriginSun’s brief flirtation with representative democracy.  One can’t help wondering: if Tree’s, who was already 62 at the time of his death in 1919, had not killed himself, would the fledgling democracy had a better chance?
TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods may have been trying to suggest that my presence, like Tree’s’ stabilising influence in the GovernmentBright Era, was deterrent enough, and my absence could destabilise the situation.  I think TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods was trying to make a point that, like Tree’s, I was waiting around to be used by an Emperor.  In the meantime, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods was saying: there was no need for me to do anything, but wait.
In any case, I was grateful for TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods’ role in hiring me, and I felt I could relate to him.  In late August, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods asked me if I would like to help him sell fried buckwheat noodles436 at a festival the following month.  I enthusiastically agreed.
Persistence later told me that the fried buckwheat noodles stalls at the festivals are connected to organised crime.  She did not need to tell me that the ‘chivalrous organisations,’b are closely aligned with the Nationalists.  The festival was at another shrine to the God of War: the NorthernBlessingMarsShrine.437
In September, we sold fried buckwheat noodles at the festival.  I generally enjoy OriginSun festivals, but I especially enjoyed this one.  I did my best to put much gusto into yelling the traditional OriginSun welcome438 to customers, and appreciated the opportunity to spend a full day at a festival.
At the festival, TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods introduced me to the priest and his family that live at this NorthernBlessingMarsShrine.  I also met several of their friends.  In the early morning hours, about twenty of us had dinner and drinks after cleaning up from the festival.  They invited me to spend the night, and, after calling Persistence to confirm she did not object, I stayed the night.
Over dinner and drinks we discussed politics, and I mentioned my interest in working in OriginSun politics and becoming Foreign Minister of OriginSun.  These seemed like very devout RoadToDivineMoralists, traditional OriginSun people, so I was pleased when they seemed to approve.  In any case, they voiced no concern or objection.
One of the people I met was Mr. Reign RoofNew439.  RoofNew had played traditional OriginSun music in the RoadToDivineMorality rituals on stage during the festival.  He was a professional musician, and performed in full traditional RoadToDivineMorality garb at weddings, festivals, etc.  I believe RoofNew, like TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods and many others there, including myself, were closely aligned with the Nationalists.

Postal privatisation

During this time, the privatisation of the OriginSun post office was in the media from time to time.  I was and am a supporter of Ronald Reagan, and his legacy. One of his policy goals I particularly liked was privatising the post office.  In 1982, during Reagan’s first presidential term, the AT&T monopoly had been disbanded.  I hope the symbolism of the role of a national telecommunications monopoly and a national postal monopoly is obvious.
Unfortunately, entrenched interests in the US made postal privatisation impossible, or so I heard.  OriginSun Prime Minister FountainLittle wanted to privatise the OriginSun post office, and I thought if anyone could do this, OriginSun can.  In the news about this time Yamato was negotiating with the OriginSun government regarding the terms of a postal privatisation handover.
I was interested in doing more than sorting packages at Yamato, and I consulted Mr. ReignPure MountainForest440 from the Practical Ethics Association about my interest in taking on more responsibility at Yamato.  I asked him how he recommended I proceed.  MountainForest suggested I write an explanation of why I wanted to work for Yamato.  I wrote one, and in the statement I tried to make a strong case for postal privatisation.  I gave the document to GreenWillow, and he faxed his copy to headquarters.  TundraOfFoodWhichHasBeenOfferedToTheGods complimented me on the essay, and said the TreeBookSix office staff and drivers were impressed.

Old soldiers die hard, old heart beats slow
Old friends go easy, old lovers just go
Old soldiers die hard, old heads hang low
Old friends go easy, old lovers just go

I keep telling myself that its alright
But I know that later on tonight

Old soldiers cry hard, old hearts beat slow
Old friends go easy, old lovers just go
Old soldiers die hard, old heads hang low
Old friends go easy, old lovers just gob

More Foreigner Games

Writing on Empty

After the Tanaka, Akita, Nakagawa/Clifford Chance meet in August 2001, I researched Clifford Chance on the Internet at the Yahoo Café in the CharacterBrook Prince Hotel.  As usual, but particularly at Yahoo Cafés, I received Image Guidance on what to view.  Other patrons at the cafe used Image Guidance to point out attorney Pure BelowMountain’s392 profile including BelowMountain’s photograph.  Under “Expertise,” his profile reads “Aviation matters including finance/regulatory (national and international)/passenger claim handling matters.”393
After my 9/11 return from New York I followed up with Mr. Associate and arranged to meet for lunch.  I went to Clifford Chances’ offices in the ATT Building to meet Mr. Associate.  While I was waiting at the reception, I think Mr. BelowMountain might have walked through.
At lunch, Mr. Associate admitted to not being a very good lawyer.  Regarding my knowledge of OriginSun, he flattered me.  I suspect he was trying to say he had underestimated me.  I think he felt Cahill had given me more credit than Mr. Associate had.  Mr. Associate said he planned to leave the law, and return to England.
I e-mailed Matthew Cahill of Tanaka, Akita, Nakagawa/Clifford Chance to arrange lunch.  I met him in the ATT building lobby.  I asked Cahill how long he planned to stay in OriginSun, and he suggested he was here, and had no plans to leave.  He left in 2004: the year of my second arrest.
I inquired about the Tanaka, Akita, Nakagawa law firm.  Specifically, I asked about the political connection of Tanaka, the first name partner, now deceased, but Cahill was evasive.  With BelowMountain in mind, I inquired about OriginSun counsel at the firm, but Cahill claimed he did not work very closely with the OriginSun counsel.
In saying farewell, Cahill looked at me intently and said he would be vacationing in New Zealand to go fly fishing.  He said he was looking forward to not using his mobile phone.  This remark involves at least several Affiliation Products, one of which is his mobile phone.  Another is fly fishing to refer to flight.  In the case of fly fishing, the word fly is used to refer to the insect, but the word ‘fly’ may also be used as a verb, one tense of which is flight.  I think Cahill was encouraging me to leave OriginSun.
Furthermore, regarding fishing, there seems to be something psychic about the sport.394  I am not sure exactly why, but the visualisation of the fish on the hook, communicating with the fish, and successful fishing seem closely related.  Also regarding potential interpretations of Cahill’s remarks, there is the English expression ‘fishing around’ or ‘fishing for something’ that indicates a searching condition.
In supposedly coincidental conversations in hypothetically chance meetings about this time, I frequently discussed my marriage proposal to Persistence in 1996.  At the time I had lifted her up so Persistence was standing on the wall, and behind her was a steep descent.  Another name for the steep drop behind Persistence Won would be a cliff.
In recounting the incident about the time of these Clifford Chance meetings, I often joked that the threat of the drop behind her may have influenced her acceptance.  By this, I meant her agreement to my proposal confirmed her fate.  The only chance involved was to fall backwards, which, if she had done intentionally, would not be chance at all.
Her choice was an opportunity with the cliff or me.  Coincidence or chance is illusory.  Events and individuals are predetermined years in advance in the Incubator.  Neither the cliff or chance was an option, but the name of the law firm of my court-appointed defense counsel three years later after this conversation with Cahill was Clifford Chance.

Time Tunnel

The ability to predict the future may relate to the linearity of time.  I suspect that if you are really, really tuned into this Electric ___(s) force, you can probably see around time, bend time, and see into the future, or better understand the past.  Again, I don’t think I am particularly tuned in, connected, or good at looking into the past or the future, but the Administrators want me to believe I am good enough to at least explain these ideas in writing.
One effort to persuade me I have some special advantage involved Switzerland’s Gotthard tunnel disaster which occurred on 25 October 2001.395  For some weeks before the disaster I was repeatedly seeing images of tunnels, light at the end of a tunnel, etc.  On one occasion I spent more than a minute or so turning over an empty toilet paper roll in my hand, and staring down the tube while sitting on the toilet.  I distinctly recall the perplexity I felt at the fascination of studying an empty toilet paper roll.
When I heard about the Gotthard tunnel disaster after so many ‘premonitions’, particularly after 9/11 just a month before, again I felt like a pawn.  I had no idea then or now why the imagery had fascinated me so much.  Again, the obsession felt a bit like Roy Neary’s experience in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
However, a better illustration for this tunnel premonition is The Mothman Prophecies, a film supposedly “based on true events.”  If I were to suggest a single source that does the best job of explaining the ideas and theories that I am trying to explain in this treatise, other than this treatise itself, I would suggest that film.  The following dialogue is particularly on point:

John Klein: I think we can assume that these entities are more advanced than us. Why don’t they just come right out and tell us what’s on their minds?
Alexander Leek: You’re more advanced than a cockroach, have you ever tried explaining yourself to one of them?396

Much like when I was accused of having a photographic memory, I do not think I saw, or can see the future.  I think anyone who is better informed and educated can make better predictions at what is going to happen than someone who is ignorant.  One method for becoming informed is Image Guidance, but another equally important ability is to understand human nature.
I think a more likely explanation than me foreseeing the future in the Gotthard Tunnel disaster would be that the Administrators had notice of the tunnel disaster.  Perhaps the disaster was the result of industrial sabotage by transporters, environmentalists or safety campaigners hoping for an EU-wide shift from road to rail transport.  There are a multitude of other potential explanations.  However, I do think the Administrators want me to believe I ‘saw the future.’

Weak Sidney Chester MacIntyre

Weeks from TUJ Law and I met for dinner.  Weeks’ spouse, Youko, also joined us, as did their infant, and Youko’s former coworker.  Weeks’ ancestors are ministers, former missionaries, and attorneys.  Weeks educated me: Babel is a biblical name referring to the Tower of Babel.  This was a tower built by Noah’s descendants, probably in Babylon.  They intended the tower to reach up to heaven.  God foiled them by confusing their language so they could no longer understand one another.397
Weeks had expressed concern about the disappearance of languages.  I had read in the media about that time that since the arrival of mass communication, there had been a large decrease in the number of languages spoken in the world.  Weeks’ concern related to all of us using only one language, a computer language, and there would be a virus.
The one language would transmit the virus, and wipe out the users of the language.  Weeks later lent me a book with this theme: Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson.  I tried to console Weeks by relaying some information from my Incubator.
I had heard that Phil Norton, the founder of the Symantec Norton AntiVirus product was a former Buddhist monk.  Weeks continued unabated.  He probably would also not be consoled to know that another spelling of symantec would be semantic, which means: “of or relating to the meaning of words.”398

Repeater

Attorney Lawrence “Larry” Repeta took over for Beyer after she left Temple University for Morgan Stanley.  Both Repeta and Beyer graduated from the University Of Washington School Of Law.  The law school is in Seattle.  Before Microsoft, and particularly during and after the Pacific War, the Seattle economy revolved around one company.110 Perhaps, Aviation Law would be a field in which the Law School at the University of Washington might focus.
Dean Repeta and I met and discussed organising TUJ Law Program alumni functions.  Before Beyer, Jerry McAlinn had been Repeta’s other predecessor at TUJ Law.  Given McAlinn’s apparent connection to information sources, and the interest Beyer shows in the American Central Intelligence Agency, I suspected any Dean of TUJ Law would have some connection, and Repeta did not disappoint.
Repeta had been a United States Marine.  Repeta also told me he had played an attorney role in the litigation resulting from the Russian downing on 01 September 1983 of Korean Airlines Flight 007110 over the Sea of OriginSun.
007 is the name of a series of spy movies.  One can imagine this was not the first Korean Airlines plane to allegedly stray into Russian airspace.  However, the Russians chose this plane to shoot down.  One might imagine that the Russians thought there was some subtext in the shooting down of an aircraft110 with the flight number 007.
Repeta is from Buffalo, New York, where I lived and went to college.  Buffalo is more than 100 kilometres from Rochester, but Rochester and Buffalo are both more than 400 kilometres from New York City.  New York, Rochester, and Buffalo are the three largest cities in New York State, but the City’s population is more than eight million, and the populations of the municipalities of Buffalo or Rochester are each less than three hundred thousand.  Consequently, Repeta and I, like Moynihan, shared a rural New York background which is not frequently found in OriginSun foreigners.
Repeta had volunteered for the Marines for the United Nations “action” in Vietnam.  Instead, they stationed him somewhere else.  I told Repeta, as I had told others in the past, I had always been jealous of his generation because they had a litmus test: the Vietnam War.  As a young person I wished there had been a clear line for me in my life to define my character.
I did not tell Repeta that I waited until I was 38 years old for my litmus test.  I think he might have seen that in my eyes or my ethics.

What was that?

Weinsaft’s nickname is Pam.  ‘Pam’ is ‘map’ spelled backwards.  Weinsaft reminds me of my next eldest sibling.  In some respects, people act as mirrors of ourselves, particularly when we speak the thoughts of others.
The extent to which Weinsaft occupies her own Incubator, or my Incubator was Monitoring her to better understand my thoughts was and is not clear to me.  Naturally, when one interacts with others, one takes away Affiliation Products from that interaction.  These Affiliation Products may rattle around in one’s brain, and come out of an individual other than the originator in an (un)elucidated manner or form that is more comprehensible to the Incubator.
I suspect the Incubator also monitored Persistence’s, Weinsaft’s, Alkalay’s and Ms. NarrativeCharm InnerStreamMiddle’s activities when they were not with me.  The Incubator uses or used these people as trial subjects to compare our responses.  The link between people may evidence itself even though the individuals are far apart.
My idea of Incubator humour is to refer to these four folks as: the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse.  “The Four Horsemen usually refers to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, who are the forces of man’s destruction as described in the Christian Bible in chapter five of the Book of Revelation.”399  With me inside, one can see why the Incubator has such a poor sense of humour.
The distance at which Image Guidance is effective may be one thing the Incubator was researching.  Similar thoughts may manifest themselves simultaneously in similar individuals.  Given the amount of contact Weinsaft had with Persistence and I, Weinsaft is a person who I suspect may have manifested these Affiliation Products more than many.
Another purpose for monitoring the Four Horsepeople would be due to my insistence that if the Administrators were serious, and they did think this was a Search for Zero, then we should have some sort of backup plan.  If as much work had gone into creating the Incubator as seemed to be the case, and I was allegedly the only Zero they found, then all that work would be lost if something happened to me.
Perhaps the Administrators had a backup plan, but would not tell me about the plan.  If they do have a backup plan, and something were to happen to me, I suspect that backup plan is to start again from the beginning, perhaps relying on my offspring.  That does not seem like a backup plan.  That seems like the same fucked up Incubator that is presently operating in a world with the primary modus operandi of Man Fight Man.  Again, that modus operandi has been in effect since the Stone Age.
I lacked the courage to move forward without knowing I passed on whatever information I could pass on to whoever they do this to next time.  Seems to me that if I was a Zero, I would have the courage to move on without a double.  In any case, I often question if I am a Zero.  I think the Administrators liked my idea for a backup plan to create a double because this became the Affiliation Product: double.
On a weekend morning, Persistence, Weinsaft, and I went for breakfast at the Tribeca Grill in ValleyAstringent. When we entered the Tribeca Grill the only table available in the restaurant was next to Larry Repeta.  You are welcome to think that is a coincidence if that makes you feel better.  I introduced Repeta and Weinsaft, a Jew.  Repeta has a prominent nose, a feature characteristic of Jewish people.  He baited me with anti-Semitism.
I have on occasion made anti-Semitic remarks, not unlike my use of the n-word.  On one occasion when I did so, I contributed a token amount to the Anti-Defamation League (ADL),400 but, just the same, I have destroyed the friendship of the person to whom I made that remark.  I hope that person forgives me.  “ʻAdl (عدل) is an Arabic word meaning ‘justice.’  In Islamic theology, ʻadl refers to God’s divine justice.”401
In this conversation with three Jews and a Japanese,402 I felt the presence of individuals around me guiding my conversation.  This is the Rorschach test of Image Guidance.  I take my cues from subjects I see and feel during conversations, as do we all.  However, more than most, I tend to free associate emotions with physical stimuli to move the conversation in the direction I am being coached if I believe the coaching is properly in tune with the priorities of my Incubator.  Naturally, my own biology and experiences influence the conversation as well.
I am apt to more willingly follow this coaching in OriginSun unless I feel the coaching is fundamentally wrong.  Repeta could sense I was receiving Image Guidance.  Some of the Guidance is visual.  Repeta turned to look behind him more than once during the breakfast to see what I was looking at over his shoulder or out the window.  I do not think Repeta or Beyer realise the extent to which we are being coached, but McAlinn may more so than the other two.
After breakfast, we went for a walk to the bookstore below the United Nations University.  As we were walking, Repeta said something I thought was not accurate, so I corrected him.  He realised his error, and agreed with me.
The point on which I corrected him was very minor, so by way of apology, I told Repeta, who is a few years my senior, that I have very high standards for people close to me.  Repeta did not understand I was referring to traits we had in common due to the proximity of our childhood homes.  I said: “You’re not hearing me,” and reiterated.

50 people in 500 years

While living in ValleyAstringent, I received The Daily Yomiuri delivered to our door.  I read an editorial in the newspaper by Vaclav Havel: the former playwright, and President of the Czech Republic.  After checking with Mr. Havel’s secretary, I am unable to confirm if Mr. Havel wrote the article I recall.  According to what I read elsewhere, Havel had been instrumental in engineering the peaceful division of Czechoslovakia.
The editorial concerned the need for a book or writing.  Havel wrote that the value of writing a book for 50 people to read in 500 years could be enormous.  From time to time, people suggested I write a book.  Sometimes I suspected they meant my conversation was boring them; so write it down for someone else.  More recently, Mr. ThreeGlory WisteriaThatOne had suggested I write my thoughts down, and I did not feel he thought me boring.
I hesitate to publish something because I will be drawing attention to myself simply by asserting this Search for Zero is occurring.  However, my privacy is already virtually nonexistent.  My hope is that acknowledgement of the Search will result in a catharsis.  By asserting that my privacy is being invaded I will at least take the first step to asserting I have a right to privacy.  At present, if I do not publish this manuscript, all I can do is suffer silently.
Presently, my privacy is being abused by private and public entities for their own gain.  If I ‘go public,’ whatever I have to lose will at least result in a different sort of abuse than from what I suffer now.  Another advantage in writing is that the act of writing leads me to a more thorough understanding of my situation.
Larry Mahl and I went for drinks near his home.  A couple customers seemed to want to make our acquaintance.  When I walked Mahl home, before saying good night, Mahl said that the women would have to wait until “we raise the flag.”
I am not sure how Mr. Mahl defined raising the flag, but judging from his approach to women later in this chronology, the flag appears to have been raised at some point. Another spelling of Mahl would be maul.  One guess of the flag Mahl had in mind would be OriginSun’s flag, and the drafting of this manuscript, which had not yet begun at the time Mahl made his flag remark.  However, Mahl’s change in sushi philosophy occurred before I started drafting this manuscript.

Is that 119 or 911?

In August Dot became ill.  My mother passed when I was a child, so in some ways Dot’s role had become akin to my mother’s.  I know of no other children Dot had other than my mother.
In September 2001, Dot would be 101 years old, and she still lived in Rochester, New York.  I am the eldest son, and probably took more responsibility for looking after Dot than if I had not been the eldest son.  My next elder sibling suggested I visit Dot.  I consulted Persistence, and she agreed.  I shopped around for flights to Rochester, New York.
In recent years, the best prices I found were on Asian airlines.  I avoid American airlines.  I have repeatedly advocated the opening of American airspace to international competition.
Airline market protectionism has prevailed largely because, I suspect, of the ability of many commercial airliners to carry surveillance equipment, particularly the flag carriers.  I have no concrete evidence of this, except for what I have deduced from the obvious.  The surveillance is to collect political, diplomatic, military and industrial intelligence.
Countries without satellite observation capability could rely on aircraft mounted equipment.  The information collected by the airline could be of use to the government regulating the airline or the airline might collect the information for resale.  If American skies were open to international competition, commercial aircraft that was less amenable to the US Federal Government could easily collect information which is presently concealed.
My experience, and the experience of people with whom I speak, is that service and prices on foreign airlines are generally better than American airlines.  However, as I called around for a ticket in August 2001, I found that the only seats available were on American airlines.  In addition, on this occasion, if I called and found a good price, checked another agent to compare prices, and called back the first agent, the seat was no longer available.
This went on for several days, including an agent interrupting a lunch appointment to say the seat that had been available was no longer available.  The agent asked me if I wanted to make a new reservation, and if so, would I be using the same agent.  The agent was probably trying to make a point about my lunch partner.  In any case, Dot’s death appeared imminent, and I became a bit frustrated with the abuse I was receiving.

Calling the Embassy . . .

Before I left, I called Jim Moynihan at the American Embassy.  This was the first time I had ever contacted him.  Moynihan promptly answered the phone.  I told Moynihan, who had also grown up in Rochester, I was returning to Rochester.  I asked him if I should buy a mobile phone I could use internationally.
There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone was plugged into the Incubator, Moynihan was one of them.  The Affiliation Product: telephone was as accessible to him as that Affiliation Product was to me.  Americans call mobile phones: cell phones.  I avoid using the word ‘cell’ because cell is also a term used to explain communist political structures.348  My conversation with Moynihan was a veiled reference to releasing information freely as opposed to keeping a closed mouth.
I was more inclined to speak freely and openly, and I was giving Moynihan an opportunity to tell me to shut up.  The mobile phone I had only worked in OriginSun.  Moynihan said that whether I buy a phone that works internationally depends on how much the phone company would charge me for the calls.  I asked Moynihan if I should send his regards to someone in Rochester, and if there was anything I could do for him while I was in Rochester.
He told me to contact a high school classmate of his who was the founder of a chain of hamburger restaurants in Rochester, not McDonald’s.  The founder’s name was part of the name of the restaurant.  Moynihan said to call Moynihan after I returned to CapitalEast so he and I could meet for drinks.  This was in August 2001.
I had accepted a job with Phoenix Associates.  I had started training, but not working.  Phoenix Associates was explicitly not an English conversation school.  The person that hired me, Adrian P. Crawley, was clearly a Handler, and my trainer for the employment.
Crawley alluded to the fact Phoenix Associates was doing more than just English training for OriginSun corporate clientele.  He discussed his experience with Britain’s intelligence gathering personnel in the UK.  While we were standing on a balcony overlooking CapitalEast, he referred to the ability of mobile phones to track movement for surveillance.
I replied to Crawley in the same way I later replied to Joe Albert when Albert raised the same issue with me when I went to visit Albert on my trip that ended on 9/11: they can also track me by looking out the window.  Frequently, entire training sessions involved conversations that had nothing to do with education, but everything to do with the sorts of Game I had been playing at Asahi and Rutan.  What I found curious about Crawley’s remark was how someone who seemed to be a Handler or at least a Freelancer, had no conception of the activities of the Monitors.  I suspect Phoenix Associates may be connected to a United Nations Project.

Writing on Empty: Foreigner Games

In August, one of the foreign bar associations held an outdoor barbecue for the legal community at the American Embassy housing compound.  I attended hoping to meet attorneys who knew of firms that were hiring.  I spoke at length with an attorney or recruiter who gave me his business card.
His name on the card was Towers Perrin, the name of Steinharter’s employer, and Persistence’s former employer. Since drafting this treatise, Towers Perrin, Asahi Bank, Asahi Law Offices, Arthur Anderson and other institutions have changed their names or went bankrupt. The Asahi merger with Nishimura & Partners was foreshadowed for me by the claim that ButtocksInlet hated Mr. WesternVillage.
During a conversation with Perrin and others, Perrin drifted back and forth to confer with some attorneys.  One of them was Matthew Cahill. Another of the attorneys Perrin conferred with was Cahill’s law associate, whom I will call Mr. Associate because I do not recall his name.
Towers Perrin might have introduced Cahill to me.  The experience calls to mind the attempted initial introduction of Moynihan. Cahill invited me to join the after party near the United Nations University.
I accepted the invitation.  On the way in the taxi, I sat next to an attorney working for Novartis, a Swiss pharmaceuticals company.  I mentioned Phoenix Associates, and the attorney, a woman, made a point of asking me if I knew what a phoenix was.  I did.
A phoenix is a bird in Egyptian mythology that lived in the desert for 500 years and then consumed itself by fire, later to rise renewed from its ashes.  The 500 year figure becomes significant with the aerospace industry, but she was also trying to point out my ability to overcome adversity.  After the OriginSun video game company fired me in Los Angeles, the Incubator quoted Winston Churchill: “Success in science is defined as moving from failure to failure with undiminished enthusiasm.”349  I felt like a W.C.350
The host and sponsor of this August 2001 gathering, Cahill, was then a partner in the CapitalEast office of Tanaka, Akita, Nakagawa/Clifford Chance.  At this function, Mr. Cahill sat at the head of the table of attorneys at a restaurant in BeforePrincessGods351 called Las Chicas.  Las Chicas is Spanish for the girls, the feminine form of chico.352
To Cahill’s left sat Mr. Associate.  I sat next to Mr. Associate.  With Cahill looking on, Mr. Associate confided in me that Clifford Chance always vetted potential clients thoroughly before taking on their business.  Three years later, the court appointed their firm as my defense counsel at trial.  The Incubator was planning my arrest at least three years in advance.

Stringer

During August and early September 2001, WisteriaThatOne was visiting CapitalEast from his home in New York.  At our home in ValleyAstringent, I explained to WisteriaThatOne, Weinsaft, and Persistence the monitoring of my actions.  I did not use the word ‘Incubator,’ but I tried to relay my experience of many of the incidents I have cited in this chronicle.
According to what I had read on the OriginSun Ministry of Foreign Affairs website from my computer at Asahi, there was a contingent of OriginSun government employees providing aid in Israel, the West Bank, and war torn areas of the Middle East.  I suggested that after my upcoming visit to the US, on my way back to OriginSun, WisteriaThatOne, and I visit the Middle East.
I told WisteriaThatOne we could personally experience the area to consider what we could do.  In an effort at lighthearted encouragement, I suggested we would call the results of our efforts the “WisteriaThatOne Accords.”  This remark resulted in introductions to numerous people named WisteriaThatOne.
Viewed in hindsight, reading this nine years after these incidents took place, I cannot help but think my idea to go to the Middle East was a bit bonkers.  However, this example of my interest in the Middle East does illustrate how ubiquitous, and overwhelming certain Incubator Administrators can be.  The Middle East Component was and is a bit cloying, and I felt I had to do something, anything to alter the Incubator’s inculcation.
Perhaps an analogy would be the image of the Devil’s Tower perceived by the Indiana electrical lineman character of Roy Neary played by Richard Dreyfuss in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind.  The character’s occupation is not a coincidence given this treatise’s theory of Electrical ___(s).  Playing the Name Game with Roy Neary we may find:

• Roy = acronym for Return on yen
• Neary = near why

A note to anyone trying to associate the Devil’s Tower, the devil or evil, and the Middle East:  Spielberg is an Identity associated with American Judaeo-Christian priorities, one of which would seem to be the crusades in Afghanistan and elsewhere.  My illustration using the Neary character’s experience is not to suggest I think that the Devil’s Tower is valid representation of the evil of Middle Easterners, or Middle Easterners are analogous to agents for the devil.
Middle Easterners are simply in fashion as America’s bogeymen to unite Americans against a common foe.  One of my purposes in writing this chronicle is to illustrate American propaganda against irrational targets evidenced by Sinophobia, Japan-bashing, Islamist oppression, or others, as may be convenient.  Mr. Spielberg could have chosen many places for the climax of his movie.  Devil’s Tower was incoincidental.
The evil in this instance has more to do with religious wars, and the propaganda necessary for fighting those wars.  The evil, if any, has more to do with self-defeating American hegemony than Middle Eastern bogeymen.  Besides the Neary character’s occupation and the Judaeo-Christian imagery, other incoincidental correlations from the movie would be the obsessive nature of telepathic imagery, and the twin towers: Devil’s & WTC.
One of many uses of 9/11 was to attempt to instil in me the proper fear of the Incubator.  My diatribes, such as the Affiliation Product: Allen return to Asia discussion at What the Dickens, and other seemingly offhand remarks, were, according to the Incubator, carte blanche for the Administrators to create Events such as 9/11.  This was war, and the Administrators wished to make clear to me that they would stop at nothing.  Moreover, the blood of the deaths would be on my hands.  At least, that was their hope and theory, which has been more successful than I would like.
Given the nature of the introduction and conversations with these WisteriaThatOnes, I began to see a pattern, even though WisteriaThatOne is a very common name.  Playing a bilingual Name Game using OriginSun and English: the sound of the name, ito, sounds similar to the OriginSun word frequently used word for string or thread353.  The Incubator wished to emphasise that there was a common thread running through my life which I have tried to explain in this chronology.  Also, a stringer is: “A freelance correspondent not on the regular newspaper staff, especially one retained on a part-time basis to report on events in a particular place.”354  Some reasons for the Incubator are to provide me fodder, a method to collect information, and a reason to report my experiences much like a stringer.
After about fifteen minutes of discussion, WisteriaThatOne, Weinsaft, and Persistence were skeptical of the evidence which I suggested indicated repeated surveillance of my activities.  I said: ‘there is no need for me to go on explaining this to you.  If you were able to understand me, you would understand me by now.’
Persistence and Weinsaft agreed.  WisteriaThatOne disagreed, and left open the possibility that if I continued explaining myself, I might persuade him.  At that point, I began to suspect WisteriaThatOne might be a Handler.
He continued pressuring me for more information.  WisteriaThatOne and I met for lunch.  He encouraged me to write my thoughts down.  I am grateful to him for that encouragement.  I explained that I had not developed my thinking enough to write down.
WisteriaThatOne encouraged me to visit New York City when I went to Rochester.  WisteriaThatOne told me about a good sushi place in New York.  Naturally there were many good sushi shops in CapitalEast, and encouraging me to visit a sushi shop in NYC was a bit like trying to sell coal to Newcastle.355  Perhaps other than repetition, the best hint someone is sending you an Affiliation Product is if the sender is a normally well-reasoned person and does something that does not seem well-reasoned.
For many years I had known that the Meaning for the Affiliation Product: sushi is sex.  This Meaning may be due in part to the cliché regarding the similarity of the smell of fish and the smell of women’s private parts.  Also, sushi is not usually a home prepared meal, and ordering sushi could be analogous to obtaining a prostitute.  As indicated above, my first job (other than delivering newspapers) was working at Price’s Seafoods, a fish shop in Brighton, New York.
To me, the meaning of the sushi Affiliation Product that WisteriaThatOne was using was the Incubator was arranging a tryst for me in New York City.  I said I would try to visit him in NYC.  I began to suspect WisteriaThatOne was working for American or United Nations purposes.
WisteriaThatOne confided in me his dream to build a huge real estate development.  This huge city might be underwater, or where expansion is profitable only by a large-scale enterprise.  This seemed to be best suited for an inhospitable environment.

Visiting Dot

I left RicePaddyReach on 23 August 2001.  On the flight from RicePaddyReach to America, I sat next to a passenger with the initials LT.  I initially used initials for individuals in this treatise.  At one point, I deleted her name completely and used pronouns to refer to her.
After the first few months, I decided to use names.  For the early drafts I saved the previous day’s draft in an archive folder, so even though I had deleted even her initials at one point in the drafting process, I could refer to an archived draft to find her initials.  Also for the early drafts, before standing up to leave the computer I saved the current draft on a 3.5” disc to avoid losing data when the Windows computer crashed.  The computer almost always crashed more than once a day.
After finding her initials in an earlier draft, I looked in my PDA to find LT’s full name, but her name no longer appeared in my PDA.   Similarly, not long after writing about the IME function on my pocket PC, supra, the pocket PC ceased to adequately function.  Since initially finding her name in my PDA when citing her for the first time, one of two incidents occurred.  Either, I erased her name in the PDA, or another entity erased the name from my PDA.
If another entity erased her name in my PDA, that entity would need to select one of two methods to erase data in my PDA.  One method is the entity would have someone manually access my PDA and erase the name.  The other option is the entity remotely accessed my PDA to delete the name.
I was led to believe in 2001 that technology existed to remotely access digital machines via power line communication. In 2010, I provided a manuscript of this treatise to an editor, and explained that understanding in the draft. The editor was skeptical of the existence of such technology.
However, after the editor conducted a simple Internet search, (s)he found a web site describing the technology. I viewed the home page of that site as well. The site’s URL was http://www.cepca.org/. On 23 April 2011 at 05:39 JST I tried to view that site. I received: “Bad Request (Invalid Hostname).”
LT’s full name is not the first example of data that has been lost to ‘technical malfunction.’  Given the frequency with which I find names in my PDA, but I am unable to find the same name later, one would normally expect to recall deleting at least one of those names oneself.  In any case, for LT, rather than a full name, I will use the initials in this instance because I no longer have access to her full name.
Ms. LT claimed to be a teacher in the New York City public school system.  Like many public school systems in American urban centres, the New York City public school system is plagued with endemic problems.  LT had two political issues to discuss: one, a candidate from the New York City mayoral contest; and two: education.
This was the same mayoral contest which Mr. Michael Bloomberg eventually won.  Mr. Bloomberg is the founder of the company Mr. O’Leary now works for: Bloomberg LP.
After commercial uses, political purposes are the most common use for the Incubator.  For instance, LT’s mayoral contestant had several political issues confronting him.  The issues the Incubator would poll me on could be strategic, as in political opinions or tactical, as in how to manoeuvre best for position in the political contest.  The Incubator’s main purpose is to provide a source of counsel and wisdom for these political contestants or office holders.
Perhaps because her ancestry might have been Latino, or because of her build, or the issue of education, which President Bush had recently made a primary priority of his campaign, LT reminded me a bit of Bush’s wife.  LT encouraged me to visit New York City.  Two men who reminded me of partners from Rutan & Tucker were sitting in front of us, but on the other side of the airplane aisle.  They were talking loudly, motioning, and indicating an erect penis.
This was, I found out later, related to WisteriaThatOne’s reference to sushi.  The two Rutan-types turned and looked at me repeatedly.  I put earplugs in my ears.  When they turned to look at me, I looked out the window, and pointed to one of my earplugs.  They quieted down.
I arrived in Rochester.  On a visit to Dot, I entered the lobby of the Rochester Friendly Home where Dot lived.  I signed in at the front desk.
The front desk receptionist, an older woman, was reading the book Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand.  On the cover of the book was a picture of Atlas holding the world above his head.  The receptionist and I made pleasant conversation.
She encouraged me to read Atlas Shrugged.  Non-OriginSun people have repeatedly brought Atlas Shrugged to my attention. In contrast to the map incidents which involved both OriginSun and non-OriginSun people, the Atlas Shrugged incidents were brought to me solely by non-OriginSun people.
Playing the Name Game with the title: an atlas is a book of maps356, and just a few months before, the Incubator was barraging me with maps until I wrote the Geography 101 email.  Alta, Utah, where I spent a year skiing, is atlas spelled backwards followed by my first initial.  Alta is the name of a tall building in RelayStationNew.  The large sign on the building is a common gathering point.
The proper noun, Atlas, is an English word derived from the Greek language.357  American public schools teach democracy began in Greece.  In Greek mythology, Atlas was a Titan condemned by Zeus to support the heavens upon his shoulders.
Titans in Greek mythology are a family of giants, the children of Uranus and Gaea.  They sought to rule heaven.  The family of Zeus overthrew and supplanted them.
The satellite Titan, the second from Saturn and the second largest in the solar system358 is “the only natural satellite known to have a dense atmosphere, and the only object other than Earth for which clear evidence of stable bodies of surface liquid has been found.”359  If one accepts the supposition that I am describing a Search for Zero in this chronology, the Affiliation Product: double refers to my ability to duplicate the Search for Zero.  The proposed artificial satellite explained later would be duplicating the largest satellite circling Earth: the moon.
Titan, also referred to as a moon, is Saturn’s largest and the eleventh in distance from Saturn.  “Titan was a family of U.S. expendable rockets used between 1959 and 2005.”360  In 2001, I watched Remember the Titans on the in-flight entertainment on one of my flights to OriginSun.  Shrug means: “to hunch (the shoulders) up to express doubt, indifference, or dislike.”361
The Incubator wanted to affiliate Atlas Shrugged and the Geography 101 email.  The Americans knew I had no military connection, except for joining an extracurricular club at St. Lawrence, and no computer industry connection, except for my law clients.  The Americans thought I just did not care.  My indifference was largely due to the distrust I have for America.  I am not as apathetic, as I am afraid to cooperate with such a violent, chaotic, infantile government.
Dot’s condition improved until she was able to walk.  I spent time with her, until I thought she was bored of me.  I contacted Joe Albert from TUJ Law to see if I could stay with him if I visited New York City.  He said yes, so I went for a few days.

In New York City, LT invited me to dinner.  She claimed to be ethnically Latin American, and was attempting to affiliate herself with George Wilson Bush’s spouse.  Bush’s initials are GWB, the same initials as the George Washington Bridge, and the Incubator had told me when I lived in New York City that the George Washington Bridge is the best way to get out of New York.
LT and I went to a private, respected club for journalists in New York City.  She claimed to be a member.  This could suggest one of two things.  First, she may have been a journalist, or this dinner was in some way connected to journalism.  Second, this dinner and journalism had no connection.  In other words, the type of the club was intentionally misleading.

“According to Lao-tzŭ, whatever is, or can be, designated by a word, i.e. “name,” is not real.  Contrary to Confucius, who attaches great importance to names as indicators of the ontological essences of things, Lao-tzŭ regards them as so many delimitations, and therefore so many deformations, of the eternally limitless and absolutely undetermined Reality.362

“The names by which distinctions are made between things are all nothing but conventional names established for the convenience of practical life.”363

In cultures where information is more valuable than commodities, people often label things what they are not.  Symbolism is often created by naming something the opposite of what that thing is.  One example is the use of restoration in the phrase: ‘GovernmentBright Restoration’ which occurred about 1867.  Despite the use of the word restoration to suggest power was being restored to the Chrysanthemum throne, power has practically never lived in that throne, so restoring the power there is an oxymoron.  With only brief exceptions, the Chrysanthemum throne has never been the center of OriginSun political power.
To claim a restoration occurred at the beginning of the GovernmentBright Era implies a primacy that never really existed.  ‘Restore’ is hardly the right word for returning political power to a throne that had possessed these powers only briefly more than a thousand years ago, and, arguably, briefly at the lead-up to the hot war portion of the Pacific War.  A better translation of the word would be renovation or revitalisation.364
Americans in America are more inclined to label things what things are, what things will become, or what Americans hope the things will become.  The frontier mentality encourages this.  In a developing nation such as America, to develop something, one creates a self-fulfilling prophecy.  Calling America a melting pot is just one example of this.
More so in the English language than the American language, for example in British literature, symbolism involves calling things what they are not, as well as what they are.  In contrast, average Americans are less inclined to subterfuge simply for symbolism.  In some of the more sophisticated cultural aspects of OriginSun culture, one may find more similarities to British culture than American culture.
For example, OriginSun culture labels things to misdirect those who are unable to recognise the true essence of a thing without a label.  This is a bit Taoist.  By doing so we develop the true essence of a thing, although the true essence of the thing may be the opposite of what we call it.
People’s names are an example of this.  The characters of the name ideographically portray the parent’s hopes for the child.  As often as not, the child becomes the opposite of what the parent named the child.365
Partially, this may be a child’s natural instinct to develop individuality.  More importantly, this may be the result of the conflict with an exterior and interior existence.  The exterior differs from the interior, and the recurring dualism arises.  At the very least, the difference in the label and the reality creates a distinction. That distinction can create a friction that can give an item more power than if that item were simply accurately named.
The exterior and interior are never one.  Even the exterior or interiors taken separately are not one.  Nothing is entirely pure.  Consequently, names tend to have a conflicted nature.

“What he is interested in are ideas, eternal ideas beyond all temporal and spatial limitations.  What he is interested in is not concretely existent persons, things, and places, but Something lying behind or beyond these phenomenal forms and names, as it naturally emerges out of the existential depths of Being in the form of eternal, archetypal images.366

There is a huge difference between actual and perceived reality.  To rectify this, I try to interpret symbolism as a path to better understanding my reality.  Because I have more experience with American culture, the OriginSun interpretation of symbolism is the one I strive to learn.  My American is good enough.  Consequently, I strove to develop my ability to interpret OriginSun symbolism using Image Guidance.
Returning to the incident with LT, I was not attracted to this woman in the least.  She introduced me to a good-looking member of the staff, with whom she seemed to have a romantic connection.  If LT and I had tried to have sex unassisted, I would not have become erect.  After dinner in the taxi, I suddenly had a solid erection.  Until that day, I had never consumed a drug used to treat erectile dysfunction, but I suspect such a drug had been put in my dinner.

Always feeling the itch to leave

Strawberry Fields is an area in Central Park dedicated to, and maintained by a foundation created by ChildWesternStyle ArchPlain367 and John Lennon.  In 1996, Persistence and I were supposed to have been married in Strawberry Fields.  Because of the weather, we were married across the street.  In September 2001, I was sitting not far north of Strawberry Fields when I met an OriginSun woman.
Within a few moments, she volunteered that she had worked for a woman’s organisation started by Ms. ChildTaka CommunityEarth368.  Ms. CommunityEarth and Persistence graduated from the same university, which is where I met Persistence.  CommunityEarth was a prominent OriginSun politician until her retirement in 2005. CommunityEarth was born in and represented StorehouseSoldier Prefecture369 in the House of Representatives. She was a member of the OriginSun Socialist Party from 1969.
The same year CommunityEarth retired from the Diet is the same year I moved to GrandHill Prefecture. StorehouseSoldier Prefecture borders the prefecture where I now live. CommunityEarth is the name of the principal of my daughter’s day care center.
In about the first week of September 2001, I went for dinner with this young woman from Strawberry Fields. We went to a restaurant close to Fort Greene, where Persistence and I used to live in Brooklyn. The restaurant was a favourite Asian restaurant of Persistence’s and mine in Brooklyn Heights.  The woman and I took the subway to dinner, and planned to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge on the way to the restaurant.  We alighted from the subway at the Brooklyn Bridge – City Hall Station.
I started up the stairs from the subway station to the street level, but my date was dawdling.  Some years ago at this corner on a sleepy Sunday morning, I had politely corrected a driver for turning right on red.  The driver apologised and claimed to be from New Jersey.  In most areas of the US, a law permits one to turn right at a red stoplight, if you treat the red light as one treats a stop sign.  In New York City, except to and from a one-way street, there is no such law, so autos must wait for the light to turn green before turning.
At the bottom of the stairs leading to the street, my companion was talking to someone, or looking at something out of my eyesight.  In hindsight, I realised she was probably intentionally dawdling to cause me to pause.  As I came to the top of the stairs exiting the subway heading southwest, I looked to my left across Centre Street to the southeast at the Brooklyn Bridge.  On the northeast corner was the old City Hall, the building where Persistence and I had received our wedding license.  Under that building, although I was unable to see them at the time, there was a camera crew filming in my direction.
I turned back around to my right to look back down the stairs for the woman.  As I turned, while glancing west southwest, I saw a plane bank over New Jersey, and appear to head into the WTC.  I looked down the stairs, and called to the woman.  I then suddenly realised what I had just seen, and quickly turned back to look for the plane.
Behind me on the other side of the street, filming over my shoulder in the direction of the banking plane, and the twin towers of the WTC, was the camera crew.  In front of me was the World Trade Center.  The camera crew would have film footage of me facing the camera, then turning around while standing in front of the Twin Towers appearing to observe a practice run of 9/11 which was to occur less than a week later.
The plane had now turned so it was heading straight for the WTC, and I was standing behind the World Trade Center, so I could no longer see the plane.  However, the camera crew had taken footage that appeared to be the exact angle of footage replayed scores of times on television a few days later.  This became an Image in the Affiliation Product: 9/11.
My date eventually ascended the stairs.  We crossed the street where I then first saw the camera crew under the old City Hall building.  The woman and I then walked to dinner.
The food was terrible, and my date and I did not enjoy each other’s company.  I missed my wife.  After dinner, the woman took the subway home from Brooklyn Heights, and I went for a walk in our old neighbourhood.

Parachutes

Joe Albert, my classmate from law school in CapitalEast who looks very similar to Bill Clinton, was my host while I was staying downstate.  He had an undergraduate science degree, and we both had considered becoming patent attorneys.  Albert is at least ten years older than I am.  When I lived in Virginia, he had offered me a job.
In school in CapitalEast, and when I stayed with Albert at his home in Sleepy Hollow, Albert discussed an idea he had to put parachutes on airplanes.  The American space shuttle uses parachutes to slow down on landing, but Albert’s idea would be for emergency use.  Albert would laugh, saying it was a bit of a strange idea, but a good one.  I laughed too.  I am not laughing now.

9/11

On my return to Rochester, Dot was doing well, so I changed my flight to return to OriginSun about a week early, departing on 10 September 2001.  At the baggage claim in RicePaddyReach airport, I met an Event Planner.  I took the train home from RicePaddyReach.  About the time I was falling asleep in ValleyAstringent two planes110 entered the World Trade Center Towers, one plane110 went down in Pennsylvania, and one110 supposedly bounced into the Pentagon.
If the Incubator is to be believed, the American military shot down the last two alleged planes.  The Incubator provided me with the reports that the last two planes were shot down by the US military using discreet methods.  Information reported to me by a screen flashed on the Internet while another page is loading, or other sources which are equally impossible to substantiate, indicated that less damage could have resulted if Colin Powell had been quicker to ignore the century old prohibition on using the American military on American soil.  This century old prohibition is also an American obstacle to importing the OriginSun Constitution’s Article IX.
On 11 September 2001 Mr. ThreeGlory WisteriaThatOne was on a flight to New York from OriginSun.  He had used an American airline based in Texas at the insistence of Weinsaft.  About the time he crossed the date line, traffic controllers rerouted the flight to Anchorage, Alaska where WisteriaThatOne stayed for several days.
I try to blame WisteriaThatOne for not having the courage to travel to the Middle East with me.  Instead, I blame myself.  Things would have turned out the same probably, but at least I could say I had made the effort.
Enron went bankrupt the next month.  Supposedly, this was the largest non-governmental bankruptcy in American corporate history.  The only larger bankruptcy ever in America was the 1994 municipal bankruptcy of Orange County.  Rutan & Tucker is the largest law firm in Orange County, and the only law firm in Southern California with a Public Law department.  I had heard when I was working at Rutan & Tucker there were still some sore spots among attorneys who had been involved in the Orange County bankruptcy fiasco.
Costa Mesa, Orange County, where Rutan & Tucker is located, had also been the home to a corporation from the defense merger I worked on at White & Case.  The corporation had sold its aerospace and defense businesses to another corporation110 and in 1999 transferred headquarters to the hometown of Allen-Bradley, the corporation’s leading brand.  Allen, Bradley is my father’s name.  My father was born in Michigan.  Allen-Bradley’s headquarters is in Wisconsin, a state bordering Michigan.370
When I returned to CapitalEast, I went to see Crawley at Phoenix Associates.  I told Crawley what happened to me in New York City.  Crawley, a British National, was not impressed.  I quit Phoenix Associates.  According to the Daily Yomiuri delivered to our door, Yusen Yagi died of a heart attack.
During the unfolding of the Enron bankruptcy scandal, the Incubator media featured the US arm of Asahi Arthur Anderson: Arthur Anderson.  One of the American partners resigned due to his responsibility in the scandal.  This was an Affiliation Product for the Asahi Arthur Anderson executive with whom I had bonded when I was working at Asahi.
Moreover, “Arthur Andersen LLP, based in Chicago, . . . voluntarily surrendered its licenses to practice as Certified Public Accountants in the United States after being found guilty of criminal charges relating to the firm’s handling of the auditing of Enron. [ ] One of the few revenue-generating assets that the Andersen firm still has is Q Center, a conference and training facility outside of Chicago. [ ] The former consultancy arm of the firm, now known as Accenture, which had split from the accountancy side in 1987 and renamed themselves after splitting from Andersen Worldwide in 2000, continues to operate and has become one of the largest multinational corporations in the world.”b

God of War

Persistence and I visited her mother in BeforeBridge.  For several hours I took her mother’s dog for a walk along a river close to her mother’s home.  I was at a loss on how to proceed, and I appreciated the solitary time alone, walking in the countryside.  The dog, who spent almost all of his life chained up, enjoyed the walk too.
As I walked along the river’s embankment, I was again left with the nagging problem of what direction in which to steer.  My peace in the Middle East Project had, to say the least, not turned out well.  Now, what was I going to do?  I thought about the themes in my life that went back the furthest.
What things did I find interesting?  Whose life should I use as a role model?  If I could be anyone, fictional or real, who would I be?  If I could do anything imaginable, what would that be?  Again, I had to think of something that was worthwhile because of how much time, money and energy appeared to be wasted in my direction.
No less strange than coming up with ‘peace in the Middle East,’ my mind turned to Star Trek, and Jean Luc Picard.  If I could do anything I wanted, I would explore the galaxies in a spacecraft.  Thus begun my first concrete understanding of the Aerospace Project.
I visited the GodOfWar (Hachiman)371 PalaceShrine372 near my home.  This is a shrine to one of the three OriginSun gods of war.373  The ideographs for this god can be literally translated as eight flags.  Eight is a lucky number in OriginSun.
One of the Roman gods of war, Mars, was the God of War and Agriculture.  The next furthest planet from the Sun after Earth is called Mars in English, a red planet.  The ShipSun374 flag of OriginSun has a red globe.
“The war god Hachiman, for example — to whom parish-temples are dedicated in almost every large city ― is the apotheosized spirit of Emperor Ojin, patron of the famed Minamoto clan.”375  My legally registered alias in OriginSun, and the name I intend to take if granted OriginSun citizenship, is transliterated as Minamoto376 which means source or origin377.  GodOfWar could also be translated as ‘metal globe,’ which relates to a Dyson’s Sphere.
At the offices of the shrine, I inquired about how I could study.  The caretakers of the shrine directed me across the street to the AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine378 place of the way379.  At the place of the way, I spoke with the master.  After a brief conversation, the master and I sat in silent contemplation.  The master broke the silence to suggest I go to CapitalCapital380.  Four years later I moved to the neighbouring prefecture.

Welcome to the Hotel California

In October I called Jim Moynihan at the Embassy.  Before I had left for America, he suggested I call him when I returned.  Moynihan suggested meeting at the bar Paddy Foley’s.  About 25 October, I met Moynihan, and several others, including Moynihan’s spouse, a friend of Moynihan’s who I was supposed to suspect was associated with the Irish Republican Army (IRA), and the alleged son of the alleged IRA friend.
Moynihan and I discussed his work.  Moynihan claimed to be working on a new security detail.  The details were still fuzzy, but the operation was not in the public sector.  Moynihan was suggesting he was working on my Aerospace Project.
I began teaching English to Yoko Ueki,381 a member of the American Embassy’s Personnel Office.  When I taught English, as at Rutan & Tucker/Asahi, I received money to talk to the people the Administrators sent after me.  The pay at Asahi had not been enough for unproductive chatting and nonsense.  The hourly rate in my English lessons was even less.
The agendas people wished to discuss with me were not very entertaining.  I have taught English from time to time.  I find it painful.  I have no training in teaching English, and casual conversation bores me.  These people must have been fully aware of the Incubator.
I met with Moynihan in his office at the American Embassy, and we went to lunch in the embassy cafeteria.  American embassy complexes are very similar to forts.  In contrast, OriginSun embassies are more like inns.
I told him I was interested in becoming Ambassador, and a Diet Representative.  He said he did not know many people at the Diet so he could not be much help there.  About this time, I applied for a Trade Specialist position at the American Embassy.  I spoke with Ira Kassof.  Both his first and last names are traditionally Jewish names.
On 03 October 2001 I interviewed with Alan Turley, the ranking Department of Commerce officer, and his assistant Steve.  Both men share one of my names.  From the start of the interview, I could sense they were toying with me, and were not going to offer me the job. During the interview, sirens in the building began wailing, and lights flashing, but no one seemed very alarmed.  Mr. Turley said this was a drill.
At the end of the interview, Turley and Steve walked me via the elevator to the guard station at the building exit.  As we were saying our goodbyes, Turley suddenly began a story about when he worked at the American Embassy in London and a taxi driver had left an unexpected package for Turley at the entrance.  The package contained no note or indication of the package contents.  Initially, the London Embassy treated the package as a security threat.  He opened the package and found a bottle of Scotch whisky.
McIntire is Scottish.  Scots make Scotch whisky in Scotland.  Scots are famous for being brutal.
When I lived in the United Kingdom, I was a courier driver in London. Couriers bring messages. Kassof and Steve likely believed they were receiving messages from my Image Guidance.
Also, while I lived in London, there were multiple transportation disasters killing hundreds of people.  One of these disasters was in Lockerbie, Scotland: a jet110 allegedly bombed by a Libyan.  The bomber’s sentencing was now regularly in the media.  Turley was euphemistically explaining that Moynihan, or someone, had told Turley I was a possible security threat, but Turley did not find me dangerous.

E.D.

For years, wherever we lived, I had encouraged Alkalay, my law school housemate, to come visit.  Persistence and I had repeatedly visited Alkalay in New York City before we moved to the City.  I had met Alkalay’s mother and grandmother.  I had visited Alkalay in Washington, DC.  I wanted to repay his hospitality.
After the phone call from Alkalay while I was driving to Rutan & Tucker, I still thought we could serve a purpose in each other’s lives.  I could not play this Game in a vacuum, on a field of one.  There were people who were and are useful to me, no matter how much I hated and despised them.  No matter how much I disagreed with what they were working to achieve, I realised that I might need to help those people understand me to move the Aerospace Project forward, and steer them in a direction which would be best for all.
Nevertheless, I was suspicious of Mr. Alkalay.  World Events transpiring since that phone call, particularly 9/11, had only heightened my suspicions.  However, for years I had adhered to the American organised crime proverb: ‘keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.’
Alkalay called me by phone from Washington, DC.  He was hoping to visit OriginSun.  He asked me for advice about the trip, and because of OriginSun etiquette I suggested he bring business cards.  I feel ill at ease, principally in OriginSun, when someone offers me a business card, and I do not have one.  Conscience dictates I reciprocate generosity.  I try to be as strict with my acquaintances as I am with myself.
Ms. Ueki, my English student working at the American Embassy, had told me the US government does not provide civil servants with business cards.  Alkalay confirmed this.  I suggested Alkalay have business cards printed with English on one side, and the OriginSun language on the other.
He thought that might be easier to do in CapitalEast than Washington, so he suggested I make some up for him.  I agreed, and ordered and bought the cards.  He reimbursed me the next month in CapitalEast.
While determining how the card should read, I became confused: for whom did Alkalay work?  He had always claimed he worked for the Department of Justice.  Now, he suddenly instructed me to have Department of State printed on the cards.
He explained: the work he did related to both, and the official supervision came through the Department of State.  Besides the Department of State, the division or bureau Alkalay instructed me to put on the cards was not something one associates with the Justice Department.  The bureau was more like an information agency.  My suspicions increased.
Alkalay asked me where to visit in OriginSun.  I suggested a visit to a rural area not a tourist destination.  I thought by doing so Alkalay could better appreciate what I identify as the real OriginSun.
I suggested Alkalay visit CastleConstellations.  Alkalay liked the idea, so I contacted Mr. HusbandBecome TreeSmallBell to see if he could host Alkalay on an introduction to rural CastleConstellations.  TreeSmallBell had now been transferred from the RollingStone Board of Education to the RollingStone Mayor’s office.
I was hoping TreeSmallBell, a village elder, could show Alkalay around TreeSmallBell’s hometown, a village close to RollingStone, CastleConstellations.  TreeSmallBell agreed.  Alkalay arrived at RicePaddyReach, stayed with us for a couple days, visited TreeSmallBell in CastleConstellations, and returned to stay with us in CapitalEast.
While in CapitalEast, Alkalay and I went to visit a well-known shrine.  The shrine was popular with foreign and OriginSun tourists, and today was no exception.  An OriginSun man suddenly walked up to me and started discussing Christianity.  I will call this stranger Mr. Born Again.
Mr. Born Again asked me if Christ was this or that, and I told him that Christ is that or this if he believes Christ is.  After he left, Alkalay promptly walked up to me and asked me why Mr. Born Again began speaking to me.  I knew the moment Born Again had approached me that this was a setup, and Alkalay understood that as well.  Born Again and people like him are just one tiny part of the daily Incubator to which I had become accustomed.
However, I think Alkalay saw this as just one man who had been sent to mess with me by, Alkalay believed, Alkalay’s coworkers in the US Federal Government.  Alkalay had no idea of the scale of the forces in OriginSun or elsewhere.  Alkalay had no substantial conception of the Incubator.  Alkalay’s visit to OriginSun seemed to be dedicated to derailing me, and orienting Alkalay to the Incubator, if possible.
At Kojima Law Offices, and at Asahi, there had been attorneys who had spent time in mental health institutions.  At Asahi, I was introduced to a senior partner who had recently returned from a leave of absence for mental health reasons, or so I was told.  When his past inpatient status was explained to me in front of him, I distinctly recall the look in his eye.  I do not recall his name, so I will refer to him as Not Sick Partner.
The person who introduced me to Not Sick Partner explained that Not Sick Partner had just returned to work after being institutionalised in a mental health facility.  After hearing this, my gaze went from the speaker to the Not Sick Partner, who had a mischievous look in his eye.  Not Sick Partner knew they had been messing with him.
He knew the ‘mental health treatment’ was a farce, and Not Sick Partner knew at the time I met Not Sick Partner they were toying with me, just as Privacy Partner from Rutan knew they were toying with me.  There were no words spoken, but I could tell Not Sick Partner knew that if you did not play along, the going would only become more difficult.  There was no beating the Incubator.  If you struggled against them, you were not going to win, and no one would thank you for your efforts.

My experience at Rutan and elsewhere had exposed me to the psychological meddling that I knew the legal industry liked to visit on members to see of what they are made.  Since I left Asahi, I made no secret of my disdain for the way law was practiced at that law firm; if one can call that practicing law.  Except for a registration number, the legal profession seemed to be almost identical to organised crime.  I was not shy about telling people who told me they knew ButtocksInlet, such as Attorney BlessingTrust CenterSmall, that Asahi used fictitious clients, and the other sort of hijinks that occurred while I was working there.
Asahi undoubtedly heard of my accusations.  Perhaps I had been blacklisted from finding another legal job the minute I resigned from Asahi, or perhaps I became blacklisted because I would not keep quiet.  I knew if I had shut up and played their game, contrast the Game, I could have gone back to the ‘profession,’ but if I had to compromise my ethics, principles and calling in that manner, was that a profession?  I suspected people like Born Again were sent to me by Administrators who wished to protect the way ButtocksInlet and others practiced law.
To some extent, I think I can serve OriginSun, and some OriginSun individuals appreciate that.  Alkalay is unable to see the potential advantage to OriginSun. Nor can he see the harm America does to my country, or the world.  My value to these OriginSun individuals as a mouthpiece may be immeasurable.  I do think there are Factions in OriginSun who value me, and could use me.
Alkalay’s concern was Born Again’s Faction was successfully persuading me I was a Christ figure.  I have never been, nor hoped to be, anyone’s saviour, Christ figure or anything similar.  We are all our own saviour.  Each of us must save ourselves, and any help that anyone else gives any of us along the way is only marginally effective, if not counter productive.
Alkalay believed the Search for Zero, if Alkalay recognised the Search for Zero as such, was duping me into believing I was a Christ figure.  I spent a considerable amount of time fending off people like Born Again, so I had much practice, and I was not being duped.  I clearly understood the role these Freelancers, such as Born Again, play in the Incubator.  The fact that I was willing to play along with Born Again’s Game was not a problem for me, but my playing along was a very big problem for Alkalay.
I knew then that Handlers and Freelancers are, if not a farce, simply playing at theatre.  I thought that, again to use the martial arts principle, if I could use my opponent’s strengths against my opponent, I could throw them over to the side of the Aerospace Project, and move us both beyond this nonsense.  The problem was Alkalay did not know, nor do I suspect he now knows, the extent to which I understood or understand the necessity of using the Incubator against itself.  What I do not know is: is there a Faction that wants to put me to use, not as a Christ figure, but as a mouthpiece for OriginSun’s goals, as a focal point for driving forward the Aerospace project, and instituting an IMF?
After the shrine, we went for lunch.  We were eating in a small, basement restaurant.  We had a leisurely lunch, so as we ate many of the weekday lunchtime patrons came and went during the lunch hour.  When we first entered, the mood of the room was neutral.  The positive and negative mood in the room fairly well balanced each other.
I expressed my ideas, and I felt some Image Guidance in the room.  Particularly the conversations around us were positive and constructive.  However, at one point I felt as though the positivity abandoned me, as if the spirit(s) were sucked out of the air.  Perhaps the change in mood was due to Alkalay, and/or the gradual exiting of patrons.  Perhaps the point of the sensation of the abandonment of positivity when the patrons exited was: this was how I would feel all the time if I left OriginSun.
The restaurant became nearly empty.  Left there alone with Alkalay, I could feel the negativity, distrust, and insecurity emanating from him.  Alkalay said something discouraging, and I shot back: “They don’t think you’re a god.”  To some extent, the Search for Zero is an attempt at deification,  a search for a Holy Grail, and I was doing my best to derail those who were pretending or really believed I could be some sort of deliverer of salvation.  However, to some extent, the Aerospace Project is an effort at salvation, providing a fountain of youth, travel to the heavens, and delivery from our worldly woes, so the line could be easily blurred, if one is not vigilant.
The other side of a blurred line across which a Zero might fall is, to use a phrase from Star Wars: “The dark side.”  A Zero could easily be tempted to megalomania, and my remark: “They do not think you are a god,” or other actions or statements of mine could be interpreted that I had succumbed.  I suspect Alkalay was eager for evidence of my slide into that dark side.  Perhaps that was Alkalay’s job duty with the US Government.  However, I was trying to explain that I was being vigilant, and that I was aware what I was up against.
Megalomania requires assent by the putative megalomaniac.  If one realises they are blowing smoke up your ass, and one is taking precautions against being duped, the accusation that one is a megalomaniac is problematic.  One way to take precautions against being duped by others is to acknowledge and draw attention to these external forces that are falsely luring one towards an unbalanced assessment of one’s place in the world.
There is a breed of legal practitioner who permits all the hot air and flattery (s)he receives to go to her(is) head.  They become a sort of blowfish, so entirely puffed up on their role as a functionary, but not wishing to acknowledge their relative impotency.  The sort of treatment that Born Again and others were giving me was different in manner and degree, but not fundamentally different from hot air.
On at least one occasion, my father had said they treated us like gods in Myanmar.  On my visit there in 1994 I felt as though I received special treatment.  Certainly, Asians treat Caucasians deferentially in Asia.  Appearance alone causes this, but there is more.
The influence of Hollywood and Madison Avenue are one factor in the Caucasoid being treated differently in Asia.  Another factor may be the Asian perception that Westerners cannot understand the Asian thought process.  While most Asians deftly disguise this you-will-never-understand-this-so-let-me-help-you-with-it attitude, the feeling is pervasive.
I am no more a god than anyone else.  If I am a god, we are all gods.  “‘All the dead become gods,’ wrote the great Shintō commentator, Hirata.”382  Polytheistic religions reinforce the understanding that we are all capable of achieving deification.
We are each masters of our own incubators.  “But destroy consciousness, and the Reality becomes cognizable.  Annihilate the illusion of Mind and the light will come.383
If others control our incubator, they do so because in some way, we have released some authority in our lives.  Naturally we all release control to some extent.  Societies require this to maintain a shared reality.
The issue I confront continually is to what extent to release control of my Incubator.  If others may further my process of enlightenment, do I want them to Administer the Incubator?  Trust is the most essential component, yet the method to building trust seems to be unnecessarily difficult.

Rutan Redux x 2

Alkalay’s visit brought back Rutan & Tucker’s theme of trying to separate Persistence and I.  Alkalay was not married at the time.  Alkalay and I visited the GodOfWar PalaceShrine.
As we sat on the steps outside of the shrine, we discussed OriginSun philosophy.  I tried to explain fatalistic OriginSun attitudes by using an example.  I said: if I have a child with Persistence, and that child grows up to be a jingoist, something good will grow out of the forces rising up to defeat that danger.
Alkalay suggested we not have children, and laughed.  I suspect Alkalay thought Persistence too hypocritical, and me too disloyal to be good parents.  For the remainder of Alkalay’s trip, I tried to be hospitable, but he had offended me more than words can describe.
While walking under the MagnateCapital & HeadOfTheCommunity Lines384 I discussed my visit to the place of, and the practice of the way of the sword with Alkalay.  Alkalay thought I should pursue the study of the way of the sword.  I have always admired fencing: European and OriginSun.
I enjoyed the exercises at the place of the way for the way of the sword.  However, I try not to focus my mind on violence.  Persistence and I had attended a martial arts class together while we were in Virginia.  We both chuckled at how unsuited I was to striking the pads used for martial arts practice.
Another goal of the Incubator Administrators resurrected by Alkalay’s visit was the ‘America First’ theme.  We visited the Irish pub What the Dickens.  The clientele is generally half OriginSun, and half Commonwealth.  I sensed that Alkalay’s attitude and America First philosophy was not popular with these customers.
Alkalay was going to visit CapitalCapital and IslandDissemination.  I wanted to accompany him.  The nuclear apocalypses the country of my former citizenship had visited on my country of residence are a constant source of incredulity to me.
Except as an infant, I had never been west of Mount SamuraiAbundant385 in OriginSun.  I had spent most of my time in OriginSun in CapitalEast, yet I knew from my experience in CastleConstellations that CapitalEast was not representative of OriginSun.  Similarly, I knew from the years I had spent in New York that New York City is not representative of America.
CapitalEast and New York City may have more similarities than differences.  Of course, OriginSun never firebombed New York.  Notably, Americans do not limit firebombing of civilians to foreign wars.  On 13 May 1985 the Philadelphia Police Department killed six adults and five children “by dropping a four-pound bomb made of C-4 plastic explosive and Tovex, a dynamite substitute, onto the roof” of a row house.386
The old capital seemed to be a better source to unearth history, and I was also interested in the mysticism.  Just a month or so before the master of the place of the way at the AbundantHarvestProsperousFoxDeityShrine suggested I study in the old capital.  I walked Alkalay to the train.  I carried no luggage with me, and I suggested I join him.
Alkalay was not agreeable.  We went our separate ways.  Alkalay returned from his trip to Western OriginSun, stayed with us again, and returned to Washington, DC.  I did not respond to his efforts to contact me until he sent me an email in 2009, at which time I replied to him with an expletive.

Saudi Arabia

In October 2001, I met Mahlo Farhad, an Iraqi, at Tipness sports club in ValleyAstringent.  Note the similarity of his personal name to Larry Mahl’s family name, with the addition of an “o.”  Farhad had Moynihan written all over him.  He practically smelled of Moynihan.
Although I did not realise it at the time, Farhad was probably Moynihan’s Asset.  I will refer to this stamp of approval, connection or representative relationship as a Seal387.  In these sorts of situations, the Seal Owner is the person who instigated, crafted or sent the Seal Holder to interact with me.  In this instance, Moynihan would be the Seal Owner, and Farhad the Seal Holder.
At Paddy Foley’s, I believe Moynihan had arranged to have a Spaniard introduce me to Moynihan.  The Spaniard had a manner of speaking, a repertoire, and an agenda.  The Spaniard had Moynihan’s Seal.
At the time I first met Farhad or the Spaniard, I could see a connection, but this Seal arrangement was not clear.  There may be no specific mention of the Seal Owner, but one can feel, sense that there is something going on behind the scenes of the superficial conversation, or meeting with the Seal Holder.  Perhaps this is due to assistance from Image Guidance.
There is a subtext that one has heard somewhere before, and that subtext that your mind harks back to was also instigated or crafted by the Seal Owner.  Sometimes repeated meetings would be required before I recognised a Seal connection.  Sometimes I could tell right away.  Later I met Mr. Strong WisteriaAdjusted,388 Mr. Osman Baffour and similar people in comparable circumstances.  I gradually learned to recognise Moynihan’s Seal.
Part of the process of learning Jim Moynihan’s Seal was from occasionally finding out after the fact that these people did have a connection to Moynihan.  For instance, in the case of the Spaniard, when I met Moynihan and company for drinks at Paddy Foley’s in October 2001, months after I originally had met the Spaniard at Paddy Folly’s, Moynihan told me the Spaniard was now in Australia.  The Spaniard has also lived in Phoenix, Arizona.  In the case of Farhad, Farhad accused me of working for the American Federal Bureau of Investigations.  I think I found out later that Moynihan knew Farhad had left the country.
Moynihan seemed to be running these people.  By the manner that Moynihan spoke, Moynihan had arranged for the Spaniard to go to Australia.  Later, Farhad was to go to the United Kingdom, and WisteriaAdjusted to New Zealand.
Moving this easily internationally may require money or connections, and these people did not seem to have much money.  Although I may appear to be painting people with roles such as Moynihan as the villain in this chronology, a reminder about my earlier caution that decades, probably centuries are required to sort out the black hats from the white hats.  Frankly, all the hats seem fairly grey.

Farhad told me about a Saudi Arabian mosque in HempClothSource389.  I had been to numerous churches, synagogues, and temples, but never a mosque.  Living in OriginSun I regularly went to Buddhist and RoadToDivineMorality places of worship.
At various times in my life in America I habitually attended Unitarian and Catholic ceremonies, and as a child I frequently attended services at synagogues.  I enjoyed visiting various Christian and Jewish houses of worship.  In January 2010 I began regularly attending an Orthodox synagogue.
My parents taught us to learn from different beliefs.  I study belief systems.  I try to learn from all philosophies.
My interest in religion is a bit voyeuristic.  Some might label my participation as ‘religious tourism.’  However, I believe the accumulation of knowledge for understanding is never a bad thing.
Although I was born Ashkenazi, baptised Christian, raised atheist, and developed agnosticism during adolescence, I became an animist in my 20s, and my beliefs have remained animistic.  Animism is the root of all religions: the Earth Mother worship that spawned all other beliefs.  The best preserved belief system of any practicing animists in the world is the RoadToDivineMorality.
In 2001 I visited the Sunni mosque in EasternCapital, and was very warmly welcomed.  Many of the faithful I met were diplomatic staff.  I was encouraged to attend the Arabic courses at the Arab Islamic Institute in the mosque, and I did study Arabic there for a semester the following year.
The essential similarity of religions has always been obvious to me, and Islam is no exception.  Lao-Tzu identified that:

“What is of fundamental importance is the fact that the thought is there, and that it has a very peculiar inner structure which, if analysed and understood in a proper way, will provide an exceedingly interesting Chinese counterpart to the ‘Unity of Existence’ (whaɮdah al-wujūd) type of philosophy as represented by Ibn ‘Arabī in Islam.”390

“「道先天地」 lit. ‘The Tao precedes Heaven and Earth.’  The concept of tao in this respect may rightly be compared with the Islamic concept of quadîm.”391

There are universal truths.  These similarities are easy to find if we are willing to look for them.  For self-assurance we emphasise the differences more than the similarities.

Events

One might conclude that John Seward had warned me of the September 11 Event in February 2001, although I was not cognisant of the warning.  The final Client Radioactive meeting in June was the first time I realised there was something scheduled for September.  In supposedly coincidental conversations, I also heard indications of a September Event.
For example, until hours before the disaster I repeatedly met event planners.  They would pointedly use this job title to refer to themselves.  Event planners supposedly arrange conventions, shows, and displays for companies, governments, or individuals.  I met these event planners while I was out drinking, waiting for my luggage at the airport, or talking with friends.
These event planners were both male and female, OriginSun individuals and other nationalities or ethnicities.  Until February 2001, I do not recall ever meeting an Event Planner.  After 9/11 I did not meet another event planner for years.
One morning before work, I went to a convenience store equidistant from Asahi’s offices and the American Embassy.  I was buying buckwheat noodles, and hot tea.  I was selecting a tea, and the person next to me was browsing as well.  The person looked to me like the kind of person who is a civil servant in the American Embassy.
One of us reached in front of the other.  The civil servant glanced at me as we were about to excuse ourselves for reaching across.  Suddenly, the civil servant’s entire demeanour changed.
Clearly, he recognised me, although I cannot recall ever seeing him before.  The civil servant’s face suddenly became flush, perhaps in response to my own.  He stood more erect, promptly selected something, and went directly to the cash register.
The same kind of change came over this civil servant as the change I saw at Rutan & Tucker when I found the technology staff member watching my computer screen.  In both instances, I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz as she pulled the curtain back to reveal a real human.  A person behind the curtain who had pulled levers in the Rutan & Tucker machine, and a person who was pulling levers in the present Incubator had unexpectedly come face to face with the object the watchers had been observing from a distance.  This seemed to be more startling for some of the watchers than for me.
The US Marine I discussed earlier, this likely Embassy personnel at the convenience store, some attorneys at Asahi, and other individuals were Handlers, people who dealt with me in-person.  This customer at the convenience store was more of an Incubator Monitor than a Handler.  Monitors manage the Incubator from afar, in this case probably the Embassy or some similar place.  Monitors do not usually meet me in person, and when this one did, he was taken aback.  This Monitor distinction is revisited with Sid Weeks.
During July, I focused on my duties at Asahi, and my job search.  The legal employers in OriginSun, just four months before, had been desperate for American attorneys.  Four months before I heard that firms were compensating for the shortage of OriginSun attorneys by using American attorneys for corporate transactions whenever possible.  Nevertheless, now I could not get a single job interview.
I sent an internal firm-wide farewell email to Asahi.  In the message, I attempted to convey to Asahi that I appreciated being woken up.

The Middle East

The Middle East peace process became a recurring theme in my job search.  With the exception of Hashem, as I try to think of one substantial fact rationally supporting my obsession with peace in the Middle East, I cannot.  Some possible reasons follow.
Close acquaintances from high school lived in Tel Aviv, as did law school classmates from EasternCapital. Silverman was contacting me about preparations to move from Chicago to Tel Aviv.  Her correspondence increased after she moved to Israel.  I knew DeerSmallBell, to whom I related well, at the OriginSun Embassy in Baghdad.  He had invited me to visit him there.
Flipping through the television channels at the hotel Asahi had arranged for me months ago, Middle East stories constantly filled the news.  PineTreePeace had introduced me to the Israeli hostess, from whom I received reading recommendations via electronic mail.  One of these reading suggestions was very educational.  ForestChestnut had contacts in the Middle East, and experience in Israel.
Kissinger, a personal hero of mine, and a Jew, had worked to establish diplomatic relations between Israel and Egypt.  There was the theory of the OriginSun people being the lost tribe of Israel.  Also, there was the fact that after so little productivity, I wanted to do something valuable, worthwhile.  I seemed to have a tremendous number of people interested in my activities, whereabouts, and political plans.
I had been subjected to a barrage by the Incubator in an attempt to brainwash me to believe that resourceful, omnipresent people sincerely wanted to know what I was going to do.  I felt as though I had an opportunity I should not waste.  Therefore, I chose a seemingly unusually difficult task.  Considering the ubiquitous wherewithal influencing me, I thought: why not put these means to good use.  I thought: why not try something amazing.  The most difficult, amazing Project I had been led to find interesting was, to use a well-worn English phrase: ‘peace in the Middle East.’

Religion & Law

If we have been brainwashed, the brainwashing has to do with the American insistence on interfering in the internal political affairs of other countries.  Naturally, the cultural influences of wherever we live are unavoidable.  However, some influences are more avoidable than others.
For instance, under American law public schools begin the day by swearing “allegiance to one nation, under God.”  In addition, during the ‘American Century’ that had just ended, my nation of citizenship had supposedly come of age.  According to the propaganda taught in America, America’s coming of age was due to rescuing the world from fascism.
For decades, America has been engaged in a Christian crusade in Arab lands no different from the crusades of the Middle Ages.  The past several centuries have seemingly changed nothing.  This crusading Christian philosophy, like the Buddhist philosophy that we can live for others, contains some enduring appeal.
I looked at OriginSun, and I thought if anyone could efficiently extricate the Americans from these Christian crusades in the Middle East and elsewhere, the OriginSun government could.  I would use my energy to work through the OriginSun people to encourage American pacifism.
One important distinction about the development of law in the East and the West is in the West the legal system largely grew out of religion when the secular legal system was divorced from the religious legal system.325  The monarchs and their representatives justified their rule by claiming to be carrying out divine will.  Canon Law was church law, and not until the Age of Individualism, did the law split in to Common or Civil Law and Canon law.
Much like the public’s resentment of high-handed church clergy, one reason the public has come to resent attorneys is the cult-like status of the legal profession.  “Law is the rule of the dead.”326  Attorneys posture to be the arbiter of these rules.
The antediluvian origins of the profession also explain why many families that historically include ministers also include lawyers, and vice versa.  Often time generations of such families will alternate as clergy for one generation, then lawyers the next generation.  The dichotomous role of ministers of law and church in the West is similar to the dichotomous role of samurai in OriginSun.  However, rather than two sides of the same coin being officer of the court, and minister of the church as in the West, the samurai in OriginSun served two roles: one as warrior, and the other as civil servant.
Illustrations in the West of the shared history of the church ministers and court ministers include clothing such as the gowns, terms such as Minister of State, and functions such as marriage performed by either clergy or magistrates.  In the Jewish religion the rabbinical leader was the original attorney.  Legal practitioners are a secular clergy.  This was not accidental.
The division of the profession into ministers of court and ministers of church began when separate courts began trying crimes depending on the law being broken.  The monarch’s law was God’s will, and the common law gradually became one of human will.  Still in the United States, two states, Virginia and Louisiana, continue to divide law based on Courts of Equity and Courts of Law.
The division of Equity and Law is very distinct from the division of God law and human law, but the practice of dividing a judicial system is similar in principle.  Incoincidentally Virginia was the last state to legalise interracial marriage.  I was four years old at the time.
Grouped loosely into families of judicial systems, Courts of Equity could be said to be the descendants of Canon legal systems, and Courts of Law are the descendants of the people’s legal system.  In the Law Courts the commoners are the arbiters of right and wrong.  The people succeeded to the monarchs’ role for areligious matters.  The Law Courts rely on legal codes.  The Equity Courts rely more on justice, morality, ethics, and rights.
In China and OriginSun, thanks to Confucius et. al., this ostensible division of church and state did not occur.  In contrast to the West, in the East: “A striking peculiarity, of course, is the absence of a true ecclesiastical hierarchy ― due to the fact that government never became dissociated from religion.327  Instead, an intelligentsia built a strict gentleman’s code of conduct that grew into a strict ethical code, bordering on law.
In addition, in OriginSun, the Generalissimo and the Tent Office enabled the preservation of the monarchy.  By keeping the Emperor above politics, the Generalissimo and the Tent Office preserved the Chrysanthemum throne as a symbol worthy of deification.  Without this separation of monarch and state centuries ago, I suspect the Emperor and “The Way of the Gods”328 would have gone the way of the Chinese Emperor.

Japan & America

This division of religious and legal duties carries over into advantageous cultural distinctions for both OriginSun and the United States.  The potency of the OriginSun/America alliance is due to the way the two countries compliment the weak points of the other, a good yin to the others yang.  Also, both countries greatest weaknesses are their greatest strengths.  OriginSun is, at least for now, the world’s second largest economy and between the two of them, America and OriginSun possess a tremendous amount of the world’s wealth.
However, the preponderance of power that these two countries hold vis-à-vis the rest of the world is not best evidenced by their wealth.  More significantly, there is a rejuvenating, adventurous energy in one, and a persistent, methodical force in the other.   The cooperation of these two countries creates a symbiotic relationship that far surpasses the cooperation of any other two major national powers in the world today.
One reason both enjoy this advantage is due to their relative isolation.  In the case of OriginSun, centuries of enculturation have resulted in the truest melting pot in the world. Americans labelling America a melting pot is just one example of American’s wishful thinking, a people trying to create a self-fulfilling prophecy.  Ironically, Americans are quick to criticise the OriginSun people for enforcing conformity, but the reason OriginSun is a melting pot and America is not is because of the OriginSun pressure to conform.
Compared to OriginSun, very little assimilation occurs in America.  America is more of a cultural mosaic than a melting pot.  For example, despite large populations of other races in both Britain and the US, the percentage for interracial marriage in the United States is near the single digits, while in Britain, interracial marriage is close to fifty percent.  Interracial marriage in OriginSun is very low because assimilation is effective within the first generation or two of immigration resulting in low percentages of minority races, and little opportunity for interracial marriage.
In the case of the US, the creative success is due to the unbridled capacity for disregarding anything that has gone before; almost the antithesis of the OriginSun method.  While between them, OriginSun and America account for more than half the net worth in the world by current exchange rates,329 they crystallise much more than half of the creative driving force of civilisation and progress.  Naturally, “creative driving force” is a subjective judgment and impossible to measure accurately, but given the concentration of wealth, the attraction of other culturally powerful forces naturally gravitates to these two giants.
China and a united Europe are closing fast, but the world culture and economy is becoming so interwoven that this sort of international competition will be moot by the time Europe and China have closed the gap.  OriginSun and America have too much of a head start thanks to geographical influences.  To some extent, Europe and America faltered due to the Age of Individualism.330  However, centuries of separate political states that developed due to the geography of the European continent331 resulting in different languages and economic philosophies in Europe, were not obstacles which OriginSun or America had to confront.
The philosophies of monarchy and feudalism in Europe were replaced, to some extent, by a philosophy to encourage individual fulfilment regardless of social status.  This individualism resulted in formerly marginal political players, specifically merchants, artists, lower aristocracy and the military classes, asserting authority over the masses.  ‘Democracy’ was the banner used to create a new monetary tyranny in the West operated by the new power elite.  This new power elite used populist democracy as a mantle to give the appearance of a majority.
While claiming to be democratic, the new power elite simply became more adept at propaganda than the monarchs.  The new elite had to be more adept at propaganda than the monarchs because the monarchs had a big head start.  “Propaganda has been a human activity as far back as reliable recorded evidence exists.”332  The moneyed elites did not have centuries of filial piety and divine rule propaganda to rely on.
One example of the new elite’s early propaganda was Shakespeare.  Using the Name Game, Shake means “To brandish.”333  Rattling a sabre or shaking a spear is a sound indicating a warlike frame of mind, if not action.  Shakespeare contains subtle, but generally unfavourable treatment of Africans and darker skinned characters.  This was during the time of the early crusades, not unlike current Western crusades in the Near and Middle East.
Shakespeare was intended for a broad audience, and meant to instil in them a subconscious will to support ethnocentric religious wars.  As money became distributed according to achievement, the newly wealthy used their new economic power for political power.  In Europe capitalism essentially became the best check on a tyranny of the democratic majority.
Contrast OriginSun where just as the Age of Individualism was starting four hundred years ago in Europe, and individuals were enforcing their will over others, OriginSun was consolidating the best points of feudalism into communitarian values.  These communitarian values are presently the envy the world over, at least among those not blinded by racial or cultural biases.  Europe’s misdirection was followed by the adoption of good and useful French political values in an American Constitution that was co-opted by the same power elite on the other side of the muddy puddle.
The values and the US Constitution have been corrupted for use by vested military-industrial interests to create an extreme form of individualism that encroaches on the civil rights of others, particularly others who do not share those values or Constitution.  Just because someone does not share your values does not mean you should not respect them with your values.  If you do not respect them with your values, they will never learn the virtue of your values.
This backwards and forwards ebb and flow of individualism and communitarianism is typical in Western culture.  Trial and error is a more respected form of evolution in the West.  The words evolution and revolution are just a letter apart in English, whereas the OriginSun word for revolution334 brings to mind almost entirely negative connotations,  such as war and violence, rather than the more positive suggestion of the revolution335 of the solar system.
To some extent, this approach to revolution and evolution is a Western attitude that indicates a lack of respect for history.  Ancestor worship, so much more prevalent in OriginSun, ensures that OriginSun does not recklessly try new theories or methods.  Other countries, particularly America, move through phases of development, experiment and explore various theories, and if unsuccessful, shelve the theory.
Frequently, this results in two-steps backwards, one-step forward.  This causes circuitous progress, if any progress at all.  In the name of progress, the reverse often occurs.
In contrast, OriginSun takes a more gradual approach.  Until an idea is well tested, and likely to prove valuable, OriginSun does not discard the old ways.  Ultimately, using this method OriginSun achieves more useful, practiced progress than other societies.
Other than communitarianism, perhaps the best cross-cultural example of this contrast of OriginSun’s respect for the past, and the West’s lack of appreciation for the past, is animism.  While many societies have discarded animism due to the successes of more organised religions, OriginSun, thanks to geographic isolation, has preserved animism, and enshrined the mythology in the RoadToDivineMorality.

“The real religion of Japan, the religion still professed in one form or other, by the entire nation, is that cult which has been the foundation of all civilized religion, and of all civilized society ― ancestor-worship.”336  “That is to say, gods in the oldest Greek and Roman sense.”337
“The earliest ancestor-worship ― ‘the root of all religions’ as Herbert Spencer calls it ― was probably coeval with the earliest definite belief in ghosts.”338  “Although the religion of ghosts was once the religion of our forefathers ― whether of northern or southern Europe ― and although practices derived from it, such as the custom of decorating graves with flowers, persist to-day among our most advanced communities ― our modes of thought have so changed under the influences of modern civilization that it is difficult for us to imagine how people could ever have supposed that the happiness of the dead depended upon material food.”339  In fact, every advanced human society has, at some period of its history, passed through the stage of ancestor-worship, but it is to the Far East that we must look to-day in order to find the cult coexisting with an elaborate civilization.”340

Regarding communitarianism, while the West was developing individual rights, the StreamBenevolence era preserved the best parts of feudal cooperation to ensure the most good for the most number of people.341  This is the global village philosophy currently in vogue in the West.  Most countries are now trying to turn the clock-back to recapture the values OriginSun has preserved.
Naturally, OriginSun is not the only country to have preserved values.  Many other conservative cultures manage to avoid ‘backward’ progress.  Saudi Arabia and, to a lesser extent, the United Kingdom are other examples.

“The more restrictions and prohibitions there are in the world, the poorer the people will become.
The more elaborate instruments [Different Interpretation: ‘sharp weapons’] the people possess, the more confused will the land become.
The more skills and crafts the people have, the more bizarre objects will be produced.342

“The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.”343

Persistence & Asa High

About this time, Persistence arrived in OriginSun.  I am not as interested in money as most people.  In contrast, Persistence had married a lawyer, and expected an attorney’s salary.  With the exception of divorce, her family does not have a history with the legal profession.
Consequently, my perception of my duty as an attorney conflicted with her financial expectations.  Placing my obligations above my financial goals confused her.  Once she realised that I had priorities which were more important than money, she became more discouraged.
One of the advantages in marrying a foreigner is in the spouse’s culture most people are unable to recognise the foreign spouse’s weak points as easily as the spouse’s culture recognises the spouse’s weak points.  For example, Persistence was raised in BeforeBridge344.  On more than one occasion, she confided in me that she felt like a country bumpkin in CapitalEast.
I have the same feeling about myself when I am in New York City.  My upbringing in Rochester is much more rural than most people, even Americans, associate with the name: New York.  There is a state of New York and a city of New York, just as there is both a prefecture and city of GrandHill.  I was raised in the state, but not the city.
The state of New York345 is equal in size to almost two-thirds of MainState.346  I lived more than 500 kilometres from New York City.  My upbringing was more like someone raised in AutumnRicePaddy City347 than someone raised in CapitalEast.
New York City, like CapitalEast, is on an ocean coast, whereas Rochester, like AutumnRicePaddy, is on the coast of a different body of water, not an ocean.  I was raised in a place analogous to the OriginSun Sea coast, specifically on one of the Great Lakes. ‘My’ New York was on the opposite coast of the state from the large metropolis. This area of the US is sometimes teasingly referred to as the North Coast of America.  In Italian ‘la costa nord’ means ‘the north coast,’ and ‘la cosa nostra’ refers to ChivalrousOrganizations.
In America Persistence is not as self-conscious of her manners or non-cosmopolitan attitudes.  The same could be said for me vis-à-vis OriginSun.  When Persistence lives in OriginSun, she feels she has effectively dropped several notches on the social scale.  Factors such as my age, attorney qualifications, travel, and family history distinguish my situation from Persistence’s. However, the rule that people with a similar upbringing recognise our shortcomings better than foreigners applies to me as much as to her.
Unfortunately, I do not think Persistence adequately values herself or her abilities.  In discussions with classmates and acquaintances before we were married, I acknowledged that Persistence lacks confidence.  However, I also used to joke that I had more than enough confidence for both of us.
As events proved, I was ignorant to think I could compensate for her feelings of inadequacy.  These are inner emotions for her to wrestle with alone.  Permitting her to divorce me only permitted her to run from those feelings rather than confront them.  Only she can resolve these issues.
Perhaps because of this writing she will confront those issues, but I highly doubt that.  If I could advise her, I would suggest she write a chronology of her life.  Frankly, I would suggest everyone write a chronicle.  You may be astonished at what you uncover. You may learn more than you thought possible.
Most importantly, by writing one’s own account, people may realise that chance, coincidence and luck are simply words we have ascribed to things we do not understand.  Accidents are incidents we are unable to explain satisfactorily.  In other words, accidents are what we call incidents to excuse insufficient preparation or analysis.  Life is a journey to uncover things we are afraid to admit to ourselves.
The reality is that most people, in OriginSun, America, or anywhere, can see the purity of Persistence’s essence, a heart larger in her than our entire world.  The compassion she could not help but show from time to time was the true basis for my affection.  Others can see this as well.
We often went to see Dot, my mother’s mother, in Rochester.  One time in Rochester, several light skinned women were having lunch at a table near us.  As we exited the restaurant, they stopped us to say how beautiful Persistence was.  The aura of her person obliged people to say so aloud.
On another occasion, we were walking down a street near Steinharter’s house in New York City.  A dark skinned woman backing her car out of her driveway stopped, lowered the passenger window of her car, and leaned over to tell Persistence she was “stunning, lovely.”  Her beauty comes from inside, echoes on her exterior, and then bounces out for all of us to see, except her.  I wish her radiance were as visible to her.

Giving Notice

In the morning of 29 June 2001, the last business day of my three month probation period, I gave my notice to Asahi that I was resigning.  ButtocksInlet thought my resignation was amusing.  RicePaddyMean was very sad.  He and Mr.  ForestChestnut have since left Asahi.  I was also sad because again, like Rutan, there were attorneys I admired and respected at Asahi, just not as much or as many.
My short employment at Asahi was not peculiar.  The foreign associate who was hired after me was a Mormon hired from Utah.  He worked at Asahi less than six months.  He moved here with his wife and children, and, after leaving Asahi, returned to Utah.  Asahi associates had told me that Asahi had never fired anyone.
FaithDisclose PleasingThree appeared to be receiving Incubator information from Jim Moynihan, Jerry McAlinn, or a similar source.  After I gave notice of my resignation, PleasingThree came to my office to discuss a matter we had completed some time ago.  At least two of the three Asahi associates with whom I shared the office were present.  Apropos of nothing, PleasingThree consulted me regarding how many years moratorium on disclosure we should have on a matter I had worked on for him.  PleasingThree tried to imply my agreement to two or three years.
One of the OriginSun associates laughed openly at PleasingThree’s suggestion.  The American Statutes of Limitations for conspiracy are generally two or three years depending on jurisdiction and offence.  I suspect PleasingThree and others feared being implicated in the upcoming Events of 11 September 2001.  I think the associate found the idea that I could do anything that might harm PleasingThree to be amusing.
Takizawa, whom I had met in New York City, moved back to OriginSun just before I did.  In the afternoon, he was “in the area,” and stopped in to ask if I had time for a cup of coffee.  I discussed my resignation from Asahi with Takizawa during our cup of coffee.  I was not cheerful.
Takizawa reminded me of the political goals Takizawa claimed I had discussed with him in New York.  That evening at the Mister Donuts Bar near my monthly mansion, when I told the regular patrons about quitting, they were all optimistic.  One said OriginSun needed attorneys.  They assured me I would find another job soon.  I had one of those ‘oh my gods, what have I done’ feelings in the pit of my stomach.
Concluding the contract with Asahi required I work at Asahi one month after notification that I wished to terminate the contract.  Therefore, I worked at Asahi until the end of July.  My efforts at finding another job, even an interview, during my last month met with no success.