The IMPORTANT STUFF

In the various studies of how the mind works and how we process information, are various tests that show with varying degrees of precision, which modality people use to process information as their primary channel.

My own tests were producing invariably strange results that went beyond the normal range of what they are supposed to measure. It was only after I understood what this meant, that I could really better understand certain concepts and even events that had occurred to me that remained somewhat “unexplainable” or could even be considered “supernatural”, but that once I understood two things, suddenly all made sense.

The two things were that:

Firstly, my primary mode of processing information is kinaesthetic (touch), and that to a degree that is not considered, or even accounted for, in any test I have seen, and the second part of it is that this ability or level of processing of information actually extends beyond the physical body.

We all have magnetic fields and I believe having a sufficiently sensitive perception of kinaesthetic information means you can perceive information through this field too. There is, in fact, enough scientifically repeatable science to show this is a real phenomenon by the way, and on a personal level, experiences I lived through while working in close protection and even before that as a child as well as many examples in my decades of martial art training, have proven this to me without any doubt remaining.

Lastly, there is also sufficient evidence that this magnetic field may also allow us to receive information from much further afield than most suspect. And once again, there is plenty of clinically observed and tested evidence for this too. A good place to start for this would be Professor Michael Persinger’s video, No More Secrets.

Anyway, my usual digression into what many may assume is some self-glorification, is, also as usual, not that, but rather the presentation of evidence that I have absolute, objective, reason to believe in. I realise of course that this may well look subjective to the reader, but for any regular readers, I think that my dedication to the highest truth I am capable of presenting is clear. I have no problem admitting error when I make it and realise it, and nothing I have said about my experiences can, or has ever been, refuted as untrue.

At any rate, this post is not really about my processing of information by my primary method, which is kinaesthetically (that is, by the sense of touch), interesting as it may be (especially when I consider, as some women I knew in my past pointed out, that I spent a great deal of time punching and kicking other men and being punched and kicked by them in turn).

It is instead, commentary on my second most used sense to process information, which is my sense of hearing, so, really as far as humans are concerned, the processing of words.

Most people use the three senses of touch, hearing and sight to process information, and there are relatively simple ways of determining what their primary, secondary and tertiary senses are for processing the world around them.

Mine, in order, are kinaesthetic (to a degree often not measurable by the tests), hearing (combined with what is sometimes described as audio/digital, which is a kind of formalised logical processing that can be viewed as linked/analogous/close-to internal self-talk) and finally sight.

I found it interesting when I first took these tests over months and years, that sight always was the least important of the senses for me in terms of how I processed the world around me. In a sense, it could be said I have an inbuilt “protection” from being fooled by my “lying eyes”. While hearing, for tonality, sounds and words, is my second most used sense, again, interesting, because the spoken content usually only forms about 7% of what people perceive/use in communication between them. I suspect it’s lower for women or higher for men, but that’s another blog post.

I recall a distinct point in time, talking to a very pretty woman, how the words that were coming out of her mouth were saying one thing, but every other aspect of her that I was processing unconsciously by both that sense of touch —even if we were not touching— and my eyes and what they noticed unconsciously, was telling me the exact opposite.

It was a strange enough and conscious enough experience that I wrote it down later that day.

And some ten or so years later I was able to confirm with the person in question that my non-verbal perception was in fact the correct one, and not her verbal expression. The fact I had written it down and still had that diary made it objectively possible to verify this with certainty.

Words and their meaning have always mattered to me, to the same degree that they tend to matter to little children —now that I have enough of them to notice how precise they are with them— and in general, my expressions in words tend to be autistically accurate.

It is with some interest then, that I noticed long before I was aware of any of these things, that the actual words of a song mattered to me far more than the melody of it. Songs that were popular with large numbers of people would not appeal to me at all, and vice-versa, because of the intrinsic (or perceived) meaning of their lyrics.

For example, the song Brothers in Arms, by dire straits, is one of my top two or three songs ever, maybe the top one, and it is considered somewhat morbid by many people. It certainly has a melancholic quality to it, but for me, its central message is intensely positive. It is saying that even as we literally kill and main each other, in this stupid and broken world, the only thing that makes sense, the only truth, is love.

Similarly, one of the songs both I and my little son since he was a baby like is A Higher Love.

And in the version most familiar to me for the last few years since he was born, you can see why the video might have influenced that.

And even the “original” I was mostly familiar with of Whitney Houston was one I liked a lot too.

As does the little Viking by the way.

We both liked Whitney Houston songs and this one would make him sit and stare in silent awe every time it came on.

Aside a slight streak of appreciation for what might be described as the “exotic” look, which seems to be a genetic trait in the males of my family, and possibly Venetians in general, as we tend to want to explore uncharted lands and certainly have a propensity for becoming very interested in any attractive looking females of said far-away lands, the reality is that most of Houston’s songs had lyrics that could be related to love in general or even gospel music. She was initially presented as a church-going, pristine and innocent christian girl with a great voice.

And for all I know maybe she really was, initially. Her eventual swallowing by the Satanic industry that is music, film, and related activities, may certainly have been the devouring of yet another initially innocent soul.

The point though, is that aside the attractive visuals, it was always the words that ultimately had me enjoying the songs.

And little did I know that the actual original song A Higher Love was by Steve Winwood in 1986.

For some reason, listening to this version with the lyrics visible and only landscapes as background, has an even more powerful effect on me.

Yeah, that little devil symbol in the top left bothers me too, but it doesn’t show in the video.

I know too, why it affects me more deeply.

The “Original” Whitney Houston song from 1990 makes the lyrics be ambiguously about possibly a love that yes may be about God, or from God, but could also be interpreted as the kind of love a woman and a man might share on this Earth.

The Kygo version my son and I saw the most as a full video (endless times) definitely brought the lyrics down to Earth and from the merely possibly Earthly romantic to the definitely Earthly lustful, with a hint of possible romance. The visuals almost entirely obscuring the divine original intent of the real original version of Winwood’s version.

Seeing that video with only the words and landscapes gives a very deep and much more powerful sense of the song.

The original intent of divine love is clear and beautiful, and its undeniable link to our search for it in each other as romantic love is a poignant reminder of our human condition, how weak and fragile and desperate we all are, and one can’t help but feel a tender loving for the misery of the human race while hearing this song.

It’s the kind of feeling of love that hurts.

The same one that I experience from listening to Brothers in Arms.

Part of the reason I am such a misanthrope, is precisely because it is the stupidity, pettiness, weakness, fear, greed, laziness, envy, jealousy, gluttony, and perhaps, above all, cowardice of humanity at large that causes us to live as we do on this planet. That is, oppressed by pedophiles and satanists that have grabbled their way to power by subterfuge, deception, blackmail, and controlling the means of exchange (money), in ways that are meant to enrich them materially while impoverishing us all not just materially, but even worse, spiritually.

Such creatures, should have had their heads lopped off by men of character as soon as they were first discovered to be what they are.

But aside what John C. Wright labelled as the Noble Savage, who at least had a code of conduct or honour (though I assure you it would not be one you would enjoy living under, for they were invariably brutal) the only people who can be said to have ever shown the fortitude, courage and correct violent action more often than not, were Catholic knights.

While Romans, Spartans and Japanese Samurai all have had a history of courage, their rules and codes of conduct were often rather brutal. Catholics were the only warrior class that had chivalry and good conduct towards the weak that was as gentle and humane as it was, brutal though it may appear to us, enfaggotated weaklings of modernity.

If we are ever to free ourselves of the indemoniated critters that currently are controlling the reins of financial, political, media power, and most often force as well, we will need such men again. Men capable of acting for the greater good as is required, without fear and in the full knowledge that their actions will be met with vicious slander, attacks of all kinds and eventually even assassination. And such men should respond and act accordingly.

Words matter. Your word matters. The Word, in case you forgot, is another name for Jesus Christ.

And God is Love.

And as my family motto for at least 800 years states:

Love Conquers All.

Which is not to say sometimes you don’t have to wipe out some demon-infested servants of Satan. But lovingly. And with a prayer over their Hellish carcasses afterwards. Or you know, when you get a chance, because sometimes these flying monkey-imps come in swarms.