Paul's Blog

April 20, 2026

In Court - Sufficiency of the Record on the table

John Hurley was magnificent.

The Judicial Review team was in court today in Port Hawkesbury making oral arguments. John was terrific.

Frequencies for the eyes.

I was having a great chat with Paul Edmunds yesterday about frequencies, tinnitus, the human cochlea and how the ear hears, and the efficiency of God's design. The discussion evolved into a conversation about Fourier Transforms of all things. For my science friends, you'll appreciate the following videos in one way, and for my beautiful friends who see the world through the lens of metaphor and art, you will see the poetry in this expression of a simple idea.

The human ear takes sound and transforms it into a simple vector-ized compressed signal of electrical signals to the brain. The cochlea achieves the first signal manipulation by it very structure. Ultimately it creates a Fourier Transform of the sound. God's idea was represented by a mathematician by the name of Jean-Baptiste Joseph Fourier, a French physicist.

Enjoy the videos below for what they are. WangBaoWei creatively uses the Fourier Transforms to "approximate" the shape of a butterfly with 60 superimposed frequencies of varying amplitude. Just look at this art.

Imagine that the butterfly is a sound. Then the sound is 60 separate frequencies played at the same time that manifests as a perceived word like "Jesus" or "I love you" or a feeling without a name.

That is what "frequency" is.

I say is it a way we visualized the "Word" or the "Logos". It is ink and paper to try to describe the truth, beauty, and goodness.

The butterfly is a shape constructed of HIGH and LOW frequencies. Not good or bad. All beautiful moves in a ballet of creation.

Thanks Paul Edmunds

Below is a Fourier Transform of the FULL content of a C - Major key stroke on a piano. Notice all the musical content in that single note. It has 23 total pure notes superimposed within it.

One note is 23 distict pure tones.

Synchronicity =

April 19, 2026

The Killing of Jesus

Sunday Silence and Peace - Coffee - Prayer - Planning Mass

Jesus Christ, an innocent, was murdered. We know how it happened. We know who conducted the execution. We know the "legal" and mob action that caused it. We know who presided over it and we know who brought the case and their intent.

Below are the readings of today. They are brutal in some respect.

I do not want to be stained by the unjust accusations and destruction of a person.

I refuse to participate in such a thing.

I will, however; right an injustice with determination and courage.

God's Cunning of Reason.....He uses all evil to serve the good.

Synchronicity =

April 18, 2026

Life was Pretty Busy! Wow!

I fulfilled all of the requirements for the plenary indulgence.

This past week was very busy. Not that I was running around much, but it was dense in terms of my contemplation and consideration. Today I have a few minutes to document the prominent points and project my trajectory for the coming days and weeks.

In all things I desire to act in view of the dictates of my faith and in service to the Divine will. That is difficult at times. Around me are good people who attend to my idiosyncratic desires to advance the "Good", the "Beautiful", and the "Truth".

Divine Mercy Plenary Indulgence.

I felt bullet-proof after completing the Divine Mercy Indulgence requirements. (I did so like an accountant :) I managed 2 full days without committing a sin, which was easy since I was alone working in private on a matter of great importance to me. I failed when I ran into computer problems and cursed out loud in frustration. I immediately felt the sting of sin.

I say this not to be vainglorious. But to share the beauty of persistent awareness of the tether of Grace in a moment-to-moment context. It seems that as I age, my desire to live in a state of Grace grows. So I was aware of my fall Tuesday evening as I prepared for court.

At Friday's FM645 I was happy to share my fall with the other men and their amusement.

I Got Big Shock from a friend following his contemplation last week.

He was reading the Apocrypha and fell upon Sirach.

I have to really be careful and think this through before expressing my thoughts. It is a very disturbing section of scripture. I do not entirely understand it but I was seized by it.

JEEPERS!

Working on the Motion for Augmentation of the Record.

Today I am setting aside a great deal of time to improve my understanding of law and reasoning of law in service to my community, my family, and the greater good. On Monday I have to appear in the Supreme Court of NS again with the other Applicants to make oral arguments about the need for more documentation from Elections NS and the Government so that a Justice can make a proper decision about the catastrophe that happened during the Nov. 26, 2024, General Election in NS.

There are Many Other Things in the Works

Let's just say I am not bored. :) ...and there are the raccoons......

John's Excavator

Below is a picture of what is claimed to be John's excavator. It is not his excavator. Enviroment Canada, Canada Border Services, Alibaba, The Importer, RH Mathers all conspired to prevent John from confirming the validity of the shipment upon arrival to the Halifax container pier.

Greasy Situation

John's Excavator that isn't.

Peter Mac Isaac - Mr Affidavit -Supreme Court WIN

Peter Mac Isaac filed a huge affidavit for Jeff Evely's Winning Charter Challenge.

Site Memory Maintenance

I have a lot of media on my site, mostly unavailable to the public. I provide a file server of sorts to a small number of people. My hosting service warned me that I have to consider getting more storage or reduce the amount of data I keep.

Synchronicity = Hildebrand

April 12, 2026

Today is Divine Mercy Sunday - UPDATED

I fullfilled all of the requirements for the plenary indulgence.

I am not a long term or strong devotee of the Divine Mercy adherence. I our bedroom, my wife had a big picture of the Christ pouring Grace and mercy from his heart. I saw the art as surreal, realistic but too close to reality. Almost creepy valley in it's rendering. I did understand the idea and appreciated it. I did not pour myself into it as I saw it as something she was interested in. I remained curious. So, she introduced the devotion to me. I was into Isaiah 6:1-8. As stated below, I heard it exercised in a morning catholic men's group through a talk by Tim Bolluck. That triggered my recent attension.

After the talk Charley Vaughn (Deacon) reminded the group that Divine Mercy Sunday is this Sunday. To participate in the Plenary Indulgence, visit this link:

Link to Full description of the Divine Mercy Indulgence.

Another link to a different site about the Divine Mercy Indulgence:

Link to Divine Mercy Sunday.com

I have every intention to properly complete the requirements of the Indulgence today. Charley said it is like a "NEW BAPTISM".

I have every intention to sin no more, even venally, to pray for the intentions of Pope Leo XIV, to receive absolution, and to receive the Eucharist.

Please pray that I get this done. :) UPDATE - I got it done.

This may sound corrupt to my non-catholic friends since there is a lingering narrative from the middle ages and the renaissance when indulgences were sold by corrupt church officials, one of the complaints of Martin Luther (who carried his own catalogue of sin). This is a gift to the faithful without a transaction. The deal if there is one? Ask for forgiveness and you receive it. That is it. Just ask Jesus to take your heart and that you trust in Him, and you are showered in His mercy.

Infinite hospitality... Three persons loved each other so much that their love overflowed and created beauty, truth and goodness, all that is visible and invisible. Us. Our love for each other.

Sunday Peace - Coffee and Reverent Silence.

Having an inner conversation about my day and my week. In total silence. All I hear is my keyboard clicking.

Other Matters

Judicial Reviews

There is a hearing this week for JR PtH No. 538503 regarding the sufficiency of the record, and an expectation of a decision from Justice Duncan regarding the motion for a writ of mandamus to Bobbylee Dillman in relation to JR PtH No. 546552. On the table is also, a motion to amend the JR 538503 to remove anything to do with the violation of section 29A of the Elections Act BEFORE the RECORD IS PROVIDED. I emphasize.. BEFORE THE RECORD IS PROVIDED TO THE COURT.

Wedding at Saint Mary's Bascilica Yesterday

Yesterday I attended Thomas Cox's and Ellene nee Comeau's Holy Matrimony.

What a lovely event that was. I only attended the Mass and Vows. I had an appointment with the Edmunds right after. But I very much enjoyed the celebration and it made me remember my own Holy Matrimony with Sam in 1985. :) Our anniversary is April 27. 41 years.

Nick Sampson was the very polished alterboy. He served his friend Thomas very well.

Improvements to my finger mobility

I suffered a mishap with my hand while working on a new staircase for our front entrance foyer. I needed a dozen stitches on my dominant hand index finger. Welding is stalled.

The wound is nearly fully closed after having lost a significant amount of tissue. A chunk of my finger was severed and lost. I have no pain and my mobility is 60% of normal. I have good touch sensation where it matters.

Charlotte Edmunds removed the stitches from my hand and thigh yesterday. We made it a biology event. Thanks my dear.

The trauma is yet internal and needs time. The tendon of the right index finger, that is involved in lateral EXTENSION, (making a peace sign) is damaged but improving. Occupation Health is involved. I can now shower without a plastic bag over my right hand. I can also use a mouse and a keyboard again.

Coding by dictation is not easy. Writing is ok, but I manually write the code for my web pages. I don't use "apps" for this blog.

I am very thankful for my finger.

Sundry Matters

I have a great deal of good news coming but I will restrain myself for the time being.

Synchronicity = unforgiving, witch

April 10, 2026

Meeting Faustina

Tim Bolluck introduced the history of Saint Faustina to me this morning at FM645. My wife has had a long relationship with her and to the Divine Mercy devotion. For the first time I prayed with the 35 men present and "did" the Divine Mercy. It is very simple.

This a near perfect rendition of what Faustina saw in her vision.

Synchronicity = people

April 6, 2026

System Rebuild

For the last few days I have been participating in the Easter activities: Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday, extra observances like the exposition, other sacraments, plus significant prayer and contemplation. With that, many visits with friends with wholesome interactions of deep affection and sharing, it has been a wonderful Easter.

Mixed amongst the busy time of Easter's beginning, I also was forced into a significant upgrade of my computer systems. That was very time-consuming. Not difficult. No costs. Fortunately many of the tasks were made easier by writing overnight automated scripts so I did not have to watch "blue bars" scrolling to the right. I highly recommend that everyone abandon MS Windows, if you can, and suffer the pain of adopting Linux (Mint or Ubuntu) as a base computer system and enjoy the freedom it provides. I never use MS Windows anymore.

I am recovering from nasty cuts on my dominant hand and upper thigh related to a zip-cut disk explosion while using my mini grinder. No infections. The trauma was enough to cause me to rest my hand for a few days (during Easter). The scar will be ugly so now my left index finger will match my right in terms of scars. I am recovering full mobility despite tendon involvement. What was I doing? I was re-installing a section of stairs so that my son-in-law et al. could execute a move of his stored belongings that I had on my second floor. In a week or so, when my hand is sealed up, and the stitches are out, I will continue with the staircase upgrade. I can now type as badly as before the incident.

I don't like War

I don't know what to say about the war. So I will say nothing other than, war kills God's people.

Judicial Reviews

The Judicial Reviews of the 2 past elections in NS are proceeding well. We have a wonderful team. We are awaiting a ruling from Justice Duncan regarding 546552, the by-election review. We are in oral arguments next week for 538503 regarding a Motion from us all on the Sufficiency of the Record, and a Motion to Amend the JR by the AGNS.

Public Interest

I am involved in several matters of importance. They are ongoing.

Contractor Pay Dispute Resolved

Nick Sampson has negotiated a reasonable settlement regarding his pay for a construction job. The client refused to pay him for hundreds of hours of work. I was witness to all of the details. Nick, with the help of Builder's Lien legislation and the Supreme Court of NS, was able to negotiate a settlement with the client's lawyer. Nick will likely never have to contend with such a circumstance again based on his new training.

As a general statement, time and time again, the adage, "No good deed goes unpunished" is true when engaging a certain kind of personality of person. We are called to do good. Often times, the good needed is a consequence of character flaws of the needy person. A person asked Nick for help. That person played-acted like a sweet person, but eventually the true nature manifested. Nick was calm, thoughtful and deliberate, and kind. His kindness, discipline and truthfulness and moral clarity won the day. It took 4½ months to settle.

Development Projects

I am working on some development projects and have made wondrous progress.

A friend had some issues importing an excavator and found a resolution to the complex array of obstacles that stood in the way of him buying the excavator.

The obstacles were in the form of absurd environmental rules, nonuniformity in their application, greased palms, importing consultants, bonded warehousing, Canadian Border Services, logistics companies, foreign sellers, secret side deals, money, mechanics, enforcement and ignorance.

Patience and persistence won the day.

Preparation for the Spring

I want to have my spring activities laid down soon since the warm weather is upon us.

Railings for the concrete steps, the inside stairs steel beam fabrication, the front step upgrade, the starling and raccoon project, the deck, motorcycle tire, wheel bearing of the Camry (new issue).

Theological Considerations

I have a number of ideas that I am dying to write about but the recent issue sidelined all of it. Hang tight.

How often have you witnessed this? The antichrist with the left arm of Lucifer animating his jestures, while whispering in his ear.

Luca Signorelli's "The Preaching of the Antichrist" in Orvieto.

Ad Astra - King Lear - Grace - Insane Fathers

I watched Ad Astra today for the second time in its entirety, and to me, it was like I was watching King Lear all over again, only this time, the storm was not on a heath but in the black vacuum of space, and the old king was not raging against back-stabbing daughters but against his own unraveling mind, drifting further from Earth, further from sanity, until the son had no choice but to confront him. There was Brad Pitt's Roy McBride, that steady, almost unnervingly constant figure, floating through interviews with psycho-analytic computers probing his mind, asking if he too might be decaying like his father, yet he holds, he endures, he even lets the paternal unbilical cord snap, and in that quiet annihilation, he finds something like peace. It is not vengeance; it is forbearance. It is the necessary suffering, the kind that strips away illusions so you can see the mystery of things, just as Lear does when he tells Cordelia, Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage. And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies.

And that is precisely what Shakespeare intended, not to punish us with tragedy or preach its inevitability, but to prepare us, to mediate between his own shadowed Catholic soul and ours, so that we might suffer by proxy, empathetically, before THE real blow lands. I remember reading King Lear years ago, feeling the weight of that howl, the eye gouging brutality, the betrayal, yet it was not mere despair; it was a rehearsal. The play demands we face the rot of pride, the decay of power, the innocence crucified by hate, all so that when our own crosses come, whether a mini-grinder's explosion mutilating my hand and thigh, or some deeper familial fracture, we recognize the pattern. We do not collapse; we say, Ah, this is the drama, this is where meaning begins. Because without the affliction, as Malcolm Muggeridge so memorably put it in that 1980 conversation with Bill Buckley on Firing Line, yes, the one I saw when I was eighteen, forty six years back, there would be no play at all.

I recall that Muggeridge told Buckley this little parable: imagine a humane, simple minded old lady, shocked by Lear's torments, storming up to Shakespeare in heaven: What a brutal thing, what a monstrous thing to make that poor old man go through all that! And Shakespeare, calm as ever, replies he could have slipped Lear a sedative after act one, but then, ma'am, there would have been no drama. No prison cell where father and daughter spy on God. Suffering is not pointless; it is the engine of meaning. Life, Muggeridge insisted, is nothing but suffering, and that is why it is worth living. The only thing that ever taught him anything, he said, was affliction, not success, not happiness; it was through pain that reality revealed itself, just like Solzhenitsyn thanking the gulag for the illumination that he would have otherwise missed.

Then Muggeridge turned to The Cloud of Unknowing, that anonymous medieval whisper, and said, when you are aware of the cloud, that vast unknowable at the heart of everything, that is when you begin to know. You acknowledge you know nothing, total humility, total openness, and only then does God appear, much like Meister Eckhart's call to detachment, where the mind stands unmoved by joy or sorrow, resting on absolutely nothing so God might fill it. Faith is not deduction; it is Grace, the animating force, like "falling in love." Buckley pushed back gently, probing: without Grace, how do you cross that void? Muggeridge nodded, Grace is essential, impossible without it, the driving power that turns empty suffering into insight. That one sentence from Buckley stuck with me my whole life: Grace is what makes the impossible possible. It is why my obsession with Grace took root right there, listening to those two men in Sussex 46 years ago.

I love these men.

So here is the redemptive arc: these stories, Shakespeare's embedded mercy, Ad Astra's cosmic quiet, Muggeridge's laugh at drama's necessity, they are not just entertainment. They are mediators, influencing the observer, altering the system. Like Heisenberg's uncertainty: measure you, and you have changed because of it. I read Lear, watched Pitt endure the father's madness, heard Muggeridge explain how suffering births insight, and suddenly my own future collisions feel less inevitable. I approach the insane father in me, or in others, not blind, not proud, but informed. Empathy lets me suffer ahead of time; Grace lets me forbear. The drama speaks to tomorrow so today I can sidestep the full train wreck, because I have already been crucified by proxy, already spied on God from the cage. That is why these artistic/literary works matter: they do not fix life; rather, they equip us to bear it, transformed.

Closing Minute of Equalizer 3

Below is a screenshot of the closing moments of Equalizer 3 with Denzel Washington. A justice-by-violence of a "black knight" movie. Hollywood. Yet, I saw the 2 seconds of the image and simply had to have it. The context is revealed just prior to the fireworks.

Synchronistic Image of Mary backlit by FIREWORKS! - from the movie "Equalizer 3"

Synchronicity =

April 2, 2026

Shroud of Turin

A friend sent me a great video about the Shroud of Turin. A couple of evangelicals hosted Dr. Jeremiah Johnston talking about the shroud and the incredible historical, archaeological, scriptural. and scientific accounts that bear on the image on the Shroud. It is a MUST SEE!.

About my inability to type.... The Plastic Surgeon opted to wait and see. The ERP was cautious in making the referral to plastics but my hand functionality was an indicator of "in tact" tendons. Apparently tendons heal. So, I will put off surgery until recovery levels out and a need becomes apparent, if at all.

I am catching up....

Synchronicity =

March 30, 2026

Crazy Monday-a brief

I haven't been posting much since March 22nd because I had a number of obligations with the Supreme Court of Nova Scotia as well as work, and I got most of that done. However, I injured my right hand and it's a problem because I have no use of my index finger at the moment.

So, in a couple of days, I'm having two tendons in my index finger reattached, and after that, I'll have to convalesce a little bit, but I'm learning to use my left hand for everything. I'll be able to type as normal. I'm not a full-2-hand typist, so it won't be much of a conversion.

My apologies—I'm still here, and I've got plenty to talk about, but my only means to prepare my communications is through typing, and my right hand is useless at the moment.

Synchronicity =

March 22, 2026

Sunday Peace - Coffee - Listening to MP3 Books

I have downloaded a bunch of MP3s from Gutenberg and LibriVox (no digital rights management restrictions). Most of the books are classics, and they form part of a larger effort to build a solid foundation for a comprehensive exploration of my deepest interests: GRACE its nature, its actions, its relationship to created beings, the seraphim, and humanity, especially the individual souls of persons.

It is astonishing how much has been written about GRACE. The scope is vast and profound, shaped by the minds of the witnesses and victims of GRACE. I say victim since the action of GRACE is so abundantly overwhelmingly penetrating to the soul that it is like an assault by total divine love.

God has gifted me with the GRACE of focus and determination. So this Sunday morning, with my coffee and the gentle accompaniment of music, I am reading deeply into the nature of GRACE and the creatures closest to Gods radiance, the seraphim, who sing His unending praise: Holy, Holy, Holy, or as Bishop Barron puts it from Hebrew: Other, Other, Other forever.

Etymology of "Holy, Holy, Holy"

The Hebrew word translated as "holy" in Isaiah 6:3 (where the seraphim proclaim "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts") is קָדוֹשׁ (qadosh or kadosh), pronounced roughly as "ka-DOSH."

This word appears three times in the verse: קָדוֹשׁ קָדוֹשׁ קָדוֹשׁ (qadosh qadosh qadosh).

The root meaning of qadosh is "set apart," "separate," or "distinct" often conveying the idea of being radically different from the common, ordinary, or profane. In biblical Hebrew, holiness (kedushah) primarily emphasizes separation rather than moral perfection alone; it denotes something or someone who is utterly unique, transcendent, and dedicated exclusively to God.

This sense of "otherness" is why interpreters like Bishop Barron render the triple "holy" as "Other, Other, Other" to highlight God's absolute transcendence and incomparability. God is not merely "better" or "purer" than creation; He is in a category all His own, wholly "other" (distinct from everything created). The threefold repetition intensifies this: it's the supreme expression of God's unparalleled separateness and sacredness.

Synchronicity = astonish

March 20, 2026

What are Seraphim? ...and more on Grace.

I got much of the notes below from newadvent.org. Scroll down for a great union of my 2 favorite words SERAPH and GRACE in Robert Barron's lecture.

From St. Thomas Aquinas's Summa Theologica

Aquinas's Summa Theologica (1265-1274) provides the most systematic Catholic exposition on angels, drawing on Scripture, Aristotle, and Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite (5th-6th century). In Prima Pars, Questions 50-64 address angelic nature (pure spirits, incorporeal, with intellect and will), and Question 108 specifically covers hierarchies and orders.

Aquinas adopts Dionysius's nine-choir hierarchy, divided into three levels: the highest (Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones) contemplates God directly; the middle (Dominations, Virtues, Powers) governs universal causes; the lowest (Principalities, Archangels, Angels) executes particular tasks. Seraphim top this structure as the first order of the highest hierarchy, closest to God.

Name and Etymology: "Seraphim" derives from Hebrew for "burning ones" or "fiery," signifying an "excess of charity" (love). Aquinas compares them to fire's properties: (1) Upward motion—an inflexible, continuous ascent toward God, unhindered by lesser things; (2) Active heat—penetrating sharpness that rouses inferiors to fervor, cleansing them wholly (as in Isaiah's coal); (3) Clarity—inextinguishable inner light that perfectly enlightens others.

Role and Function: Seraphim excel in union with God through love, presiding over the hierarchy. They cleanse, enlighten, and perfect lower angels and humans, acting as instruments of divine providence. In Isaiah, a seraph purifies the prophet's lips, symbolizing removal of sin for prophetic mission. Aquinas notes seraphim's affinity to the Holy Spirit (as Love), but they remain creatures, not divine. They cannot sin post-choice (fixed in good) and operate with superior power over lower orders.

This framework influenced later councils and remains normative, as seen in the CCC's alignment with Thomistic thought.

- aknowlegement to newadvent.org

More on Grace.

Henri de Lubac maintains that Grace is not an extrinsic addition to human nature, but rather the very source of our deepest longing. The innate desire for transcendence, far from being a mere psychological artifact, is, in his view, the initial movement of divine Grace itself. Though his work provoked controversy for seeming to dissolve the distinction between nature and supernature, de Lubac's insight endures: Grace precedes awareness, initiating the soul's ascent before any conscious response is possible.

Karl Rahner describes Grace as a "supernatural existential," an ever-present dimension of human existence. This is not a theological abstraction; it signifies that God's self-communication permeates ordinary life like an ambient light. When perception shifts, when sound acquires color or emotion assumes visible form, it is Grace manifesting in the quiet, unbidden clarity of the moment. Rahner preserves the ontological separation between Creator and creature, yet he renders Grace intimate, as though it were the very medium through which we encounter the world.

Hans Urs von Balthasar conceives of Grace as a dramatic event within salvation history. Rather than a static endowment, it arrives as God's decisive intrusion, unveiling divine splendor, as in the Transfiguration. Beauty intrudes upon the ordinary; motion emerges from stillness. Von Balthasar insists that this intrusion is not coercive: Grace invites rather than compels, offering the soul the freedom to respond, much as one chooses to lean into an accelerating curve while the momentum has already begun.

Yves Congar portrays Grace as the living breath of the Holy Spirit, personal, relational, and communal. It circulates through the Church's liturgy, through shared gestures like the kiss of peace, through the silent solidarity of the assembly. When love becomes perceptible, when minds and bodies converge in mutual illumination, Congar sees the Spirit at work, binding what was divided. Grace, for him, is never solitary; it flows outward, uniting persons in the very act of its own transmission.

Bernard Lonergan examines Grace through the lens of consciousness, likening it to a clarifying light that illuminates the path ahead. It precedes and sustains deliberation without usurping freedom: when sensory boundaries blur, when sound merges with sight or feeling with radiance, Grace elevates perception, granting the soul a steadier view of truth. Lonergan maintains that this elevation is preparatory, not determinative; the decision to act remains the individual's own.

Catherine of Siena dispenses with elaborate systems in favor of direct encounter. She writes that God draws the soul precisely because it loves, and in that drawing lies Grace's essence: a burning coal upon the tongue, a lingering perfume, a visible flame of beauty. Music becomes motion; passion glows as light. Catherine offers no treatise, only the raw, unmediated reality of divine touch: Grace as kiss, as fire, as the inexorable return to home.

Barron on SERAPHIM and a breakthrough of GRACE - Isaiah 6:1-8

Let the Grace take hold of you. Listen how he stresses its importance.

Synchronicity = break through

March 17, 2026

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

I am dreaming of Corned Beef and Cabbage

Not good for me at the moment so I have to pass. But I can dream.

Little Trinity Model & 17 = Q :)

Puppet to the Whims of Balloons

Synchronicity = work

March 15, 2026

Sunday Peace - Quiet - Coffee - Belle Heaulmiere

I had a vistor today and I played some Stan Rogers' tunes. Lies is a beautiful song and poem by Stan. This aligns with the previous post regarding nakedness in heaven in this way: We are called to look at one another not with our eyes but with our hearts. God does not look at us with His eyes. He looks at us with His heart.

Stan's poetry is complete in this following song. A woman laments the loss of her beauty as she saw herself aged in a mirror. Resolved as she experiences agape love from her husband. The love that is agape love, that sees the heart.

Auguste Rodin's Belle Heaulmiere

If you listen closely to Stan Rogers' "Lies," you hear a quiet story unfold about a woman who stands before her mirror one morning, tracing the lines that time has etched across her face. She remembers herself as beautiful, lithe, the kind of woman who turned heads at dances but now the years have left their mark: a ranch wife's hands roughened by work, shoulders bent from carrying children and chores, eyes that no longer sparkle with the same easy light. Yet the song never lingers in pity. Instead, Rogers lets her husband speak, soft, reassuring and steady, saying those age tracks are nothing but lies. Beauty, he insists, has not gone anywhere; it is just seen with her lover's holy eyes. ( 1 Samuel 16:7 "Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart" - today's reading.)

And then, almost like a gentle aside, the lyrics brush against Auguste Rodin's sculpture of the Belle Heaulmière, the old helmet maker's wife. Rodin carved her without affectation: skin loose and folded, spine curved, breasts fallen, every ridge and hollow a testament to what youth once promised and age has taken. She stands there, frozen in bronze, a woman who once sang of her own lost charms in Villon's poem fair hair, firm thighs, laughter that rang through Paris streets now reduced to this weathered shell.

What Rogers does, though, is borrow her image not to mourn, but to redeem. His ranch wife sees the same ruin in the glass, yet she turns away from it. She sets the mirror down, pours coffee, smiles at her man across the table. The sculpture's truth decay, inevitability meets the song's quiet defiance: love does not care what the mirror says. Rodin's sculpture is missing her beloved companion. The ranch wife's husband sees the girl still inside, the one who danced barefoot on summer grass.

Together they form something tender: Rodin's lonely bronze woman, all honest wreckage, and Rogers' voice, warm as a woodstove, telling us beauty is not an ephemeral surface beheld. It is the stubborn way we keep loving each other through the lie of time.

Yes Len, that closing exchange from John's Gospel (John 9:40–41) lands like a quiet rim-shot, especially on this Fourth Sunday of Lent (March 15, 2026, in the liturgical calendar). It's the sharp, sobering conclusion to the long narrative of the man born blind, where Jesus has just healed him, sparked controversy, and drawn out layers of spiritual sight and blindness.

Synchronicity = [1 Samuel 16:7] + Eckhart's eye = AMAZING!

March 13, 2026

Finally Got To Do Catch-up

I have been so busy I let an awful lot simply slide. I have 100s of digital media flash cards and USBs and many of them were corrupted. Since I run a linux platform I was able to access some pretty amazing tools. I was able to recover 100% of the flash and USB drive media. Thousands of photos and movies. I will transfer them to this server for controlled access for those of you who may want them... let me know.

I took this picture 6 years ago. This beautiful lady hung around for 3 days in August 2020. I saw it.

She stayed with me for 3 days.

Planning this assembly was tricky.

Synchronicity =

March 12, 2026

The Westhaver Law

What each term means:

• R* — average rate of star formation in the galaxy (stars per year)
• f_p — fraction of those stars with planets
• n_e — average number of habitable-zone planets per star
• f_l — fraction of those planets where life emerges
• f_i — fraction where life becomes intelligent
• f_c — fraction of intelligent life that develops detectable technology
• L — average lifetime of such civilizations (years)
• f_k1, f_k2, f_k3, …, f_kn — factors yet unknown, but must exist, because the only evidence we have is there is only one "1" intelligent civilization: EARTH

The implication? Every single term must multiply out to exactly 1. Otherwise, we’d see more intelligent civilizations than just Earth. No speculation. Just math. Sorry Frank. Observations do not support your speculation.

For comparison: The now obsolete Drake Equation

N = number of intelligent civilizations

The Westhaver Law version starts here… but then keeps multiplying until it N=1.

Synchronicity =

March 11, 2026

Click That button - It Feels Good

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March 9, 2026

Do We Wear Clothes in Heaven?

A friend and I were discussing concupiscence, the fall, and how we must view our loved ones, and our enemies. We considered the making of Man and Woman. The new Eve, and the absence of marriage in heaven.

Adam and Eve after Adam awakens to the end of his solitude in the form of God's finale to creation.

CLICK for Jan van Eyck’s depictions of Adam and Eve - Before Orginal Sin - Painted in 1432 (Ghent)

Clothes and Cloths and Cathedrals in Heaven

I don't think that any exist in heaven. The Catholic Church is conspicuously quiet on this. The question fades when we see what the Church holds as true.

First, from Yeats:

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread them under your feet.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Yeats looks at beauty and thinks it needs a beautiful gift. Aware of some of his limitations he imagines heaven's own silk, golden, silver, half-lit, and lays it down at the feet of the woman of his desire, like a man who believes the body, even perfected, might still want for something. His poverty is honest. Even his poetry projecting his desires fall short of agape love and looks past his own stated limitation, his poverty of spirit, and he stops at his own dreams, as Helen Vendler observes, he remains at the foot of that ladder of ascent from physical to spiritual, because he cannot yet climb (Our Secret Discipline, p. 128). He sees radiance, yet thinks it must be acknkowleged, woven, offered, borrowed from above and judged with his imperfect eyes. He is aware of his dreams, yet he offers them conditionally to his beloved.

Aquinas is more specific and noticeably he does not write to the vaguries. The glorified body is not improved by cloth. It is already complete. Soul and flesh unite so perfectly that the skin holds its own light, impassible, subtle, agile, clear (see Summa Theologica, Supplement, Q. 82, a. 1; Q. 85, a. 1–3). A body passes through walls, as Christ's did (John 20:19); how could it, if cloth, or some other artifact of the human mind still bound it? Further, the radiance is not a gift laid at the feet. It is the body itself, restored to what God first spoke: whole, alive, glorified, perfect, as the Catechism teaches, "the risen body will be free from all defects" (CCC 999), and "clothed with immortality" (1 Cor 15:53), yet without any need for earthly coverings.

Eve knew this gaze. Adam saw the completion of God's creation not as flesh to augment, but as God's poem, spoken perfectly. Absent of the concupiscent distortion. Mary, immaculate from conception, embodied that poem and held God inside her as she, the tabernacle of flesh, nourished the Word. Cathedrals rise in her image: stone and gold, blue glass at Chartres, arches soaring over centuries of artistic toil. Thousands of hands, artists, artisans, dreamers, pouring genius into light and sound and scent, trying to frame heaven's essence. They build what Yeats wove: an approximation, a tender reach toward glory. Clothing for the Eucharist. Yet Aquinas simply states what they labor to suggest. That the body, perfected, needs no frame at all. It needs no clothes. It needs no veil. The very idea of nakedness never enters the mind of Adam. He did not know what naked meant.

We catch glimpses here in our distorted reality. A face lined by years, yet steady with quiet fire. A hint of the divine blinks through. A presence that calms without speaking. The soul's flame flickering through. Self-evident, subtle, a tiny outline of what is finished in heaven. A hint that the body, even now, can radiate without masking with clumsy accutriments. True beauty is never something we apply to creation. It is what remains when the costume falls away. (Hat tip to Meister Eckhart)

We adorn ourselves in clothes. We dress each other in our dreams. Here in this world. In heaven we will only see beauty, truth and goodness. If the cloths of heaven are woven by the hand of God, and wrapped around me by His hands, then I say my own skin, glorified, is Heaven's Embroidered Cloth.

Postscript: There is more to be said about this poem at another time.

Men in prayer at Saint Catherines Church. I miss Kevin.

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March 8, 2026

Sunday Peace - Polyeleos

Today's Gospel is John 4: 5-42

This a great reading and so dense that I can't do it justice and I do not want to abbreviate it with a quote from Jesus because the whole image is lost in attempting to make a short quip.

I think it requires contemplation. I am not looking up interpretations at this point since I am already flooded with impressions and I choose not to truncate them just yet.

Read it for yourself. It is worth it. Jesus declares to a woman that he is the Messiah. Imagine that.

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March 7, 2026

Getting an Idea Out

Isaiah showered with Grace of God Isaiah 6: 1-8

What must have the been like?

I saw the connection long ago...

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March 6, 2026

Good Morning

I love you. It is 5:30 am and I am going to FM645 in a couple of minutes and I wanted to be in the right frame of mind. A lenten Friday.

I am packing my bags for my trip to hell... bringing a life-long supply of Grace, and meeting my friend Virgil when I get there.

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March 5, 2026

Paradise Lost by John Milton

I am working on a piece that examines the popularity of the poem Paradise Lost around the time of the American Revolution and the formulation of the American Experiment. I would say all of the founding fathers were quite taken by the poem and maybe Jefferson the most. E Michael Jones inoculated me with the idea first. The idea that, at it's core the USA was created by men intoxicated with hubris and the sophomoric momentum of their self adulation validated by Milton's Lucifer.

The American Revolution was not born in the quiet of Enlightenment salons, but in the fevered reading of John Milton's Paradise Lost. Milton, a blind Puritan poet, composed an epic not to glorify rebellion, but to justify the ways of God to man. Yet his portrait of Satan as charismatic, wounded, and defiant proved too luminous for young men already restless under monarchy. In Book 1 (one), the fallen angel, scorched and unbowed, declares: "The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n... Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n." These lines, intended as tragedy, became scripture for a generation that mistook defiance for destiny. You men have not changed.

Thomas Jefferson, at thirty-three, and his contemporaries, Adams, Franklin, and Paine, were not scholars of theology. They were revolutionaries in their prime, minds alight with the promise of self-rule. When they read Milton, they heard not warning, but invitation: the serpent's whisper from Eden, "Ye shall be as gods," refracted through Satan's voice. The poem's tragedy, the slow unraveling of pride, and the golden Pandemonium built on ash, was lost. They took only the first act: the declaration of independence from authority, the refusal to serve.

Paine, in Common Sense, made the echo explicit. He wrote of monarchy as "a pestilence," then borrowed Milton's cadence to sharpen his pen: "Men who look upon themselves born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow insolent; selected from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by importance... and the world is given to them to prey upon." The phrase "poisoned by importance" recalls Satan's own self-deception, his belief that sovereignty over Hell could substitute for Heaven. Paine did not name Milton, but the rhythm betrays him: rebellion as virtue, hierarchy as sin. The Declaration of Independence followed suit: "When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another... they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights." The Creator is invoked, yet the rights are claimed by men as self-evident, self-declared, self-sovereign.

The Sovereign Self. Now there is a profane utterance in common parlance today amongst fools with superiority complexes.

Milton's intent was the opposite. He wrote to expose the illusion: Satan, once brightest of angels, ends chained by his own mind. "Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell," he confesses. The poem is no hymn to autonomy. It is a requiem for it. Paradise is lost not because of tyranny, but because pride mistakes freedom for godhood. The Founders, in their youth and ambition, heard only the clarion call. They built a nation on the premise that man could author truth without themselves bowing to it. The result was not Eden, but a republic haunted by its own hubris: slavery inscribed in law, killing children, wars waged against "liberty" in its name, that looked suspiciously like conquest. Vanity. All is vanity.

Milton offers no easy redemption, but he does point to one: after the fall, Adam and Eve weep, then rise, humbled, dependent, restored through grace. "Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon." That quiet return, not the roar of revolt, is the true path. The American experiment skipped it. We began with Satan's line and never looked back. The serpent still whispers: you can be as gods. And we still listen.

... a diversion that fits ...

As I was researching this, a strange synchronicity struck: a Discovery Channel documentary drifted across my screen, tracing Lady Liberty in New York Harbor back to her Roman roots. It felt fitting, almost inevitable, that she should close this circle.

The Statue of Liberty rises in the harbor, torch aloft, a verdant promise against the gray Atlantic. Yet at her feet lies a broken chain, not ornamental but deliberate: Frédéric Bartholdi placed it there to signify emancipation. The links are severed, yes, but not dissolved. They dangle, half-forgotten, a quiet indictment. Liberty does not obliterate bondage; it redistributes it. For every soul set free, another is left in shadow. And the arbiter? Always the one who holds the flame.

She is Roman through and through: Libertas, goddess of the republic, clad in white, cap of liberty in hand, scepter of authority raised. She presided over a city that boasted freedom while chaining its provinces and enslaving its captives. Her Hellenic kin, Eleutheria, danced closer to the wild: she was Dionysus's shadow, goddess of release, of ecstasy unbound. In Euripides' Bacchae, Dionysus arrives not as liberator but as tempter. He lures Pentheus, Thebes' proud king, into madness; the monarch, spying on the maenads' rites, is torn limb from limb by women drunk on divine fury. His own mother, Agave, severs his head, mistaking it for a lion's. This is freedom stripped bare: feral, blood-soaked, without mercy. Dionysus stands apart, amused. Thebes collapses into ash.

E. Michael Jones names it Dionysus Rising: the pagan heartbeat beneath the modern age. Liberty is no mild virtue; it is rapture. It cries, Shatter every yoke, then steps aside as the fragments rain down. The Founders adored her. They etched her likeness on seals, wove her cadence into pamphlets, enshrined her in law. Yet they never glimpsed the chain or the carnage. They imagined liberty as mere absence of kings, echoing Satan's defiant cry: I will not serve. Milton, wiser, understood: such liberty is the prelude to perdition. The chain at her foot? It was never truly broken. It was merely passed on, to us, to the world. We brandish the torch, but our ankles still chafe. And Dionysus? He has not whispered. He has risen. Lady Liberty now dances in the woods, profane and unashamed, her torch guttering in the dark.

We are now bearing witness to a profane reality born of adolescent-like hubris. Paradise is lost and no human exhortation can rebuild it.

The american revolution, this act of pride or hubris par excellence, triggers catastrophic downfall:shame, expulsion from paradise, curses on childbirth, toil, and mortality, and the introduction of sin and death into the world. What begins as a compulsive grasp for godlike status ends in humanity's profound loss of innocence and communion with God. It is at play in theses days. War. We are, again, at war.

The serpent's evil plan succeeds precisely because it exploits this latent human arrogance, mirroring his own prior fall through pride. Echoed in Isaiah 14 and Ezekiel 28. The result is the archetypal self-inflicted ruin: overconfidence in defying the ultimate authority, orchestrated by cunning malice, leading to eternal consequences for all humanity.

HOPE?

The poem's conclusion in Book 12 offers a poignant counterpoint to the tragedy of the Fall: after the expulsion from Eden, GRACE emerges as the path to restoration, but only through genuine humility, repentance, and dependence on divine mercy rather than self-reliant pride.

The expulsion itself is the emotional climax. Michael leads them to Eden's eastern gate, where cherubim stand guard with a flaming sword. As they look back:

OOOPS - I went too far... :)

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March 2, 2026

Physics of the Mind - The Edge of Knowing - The Vortex

I was listening to a TED talk by Anil Seth and that led me to find Mike Weist. In the video below he is a guest of John Clippinger who is less interesting. So I attached the video here below and skip to the meat of the matter which is very well explained by Mike Weist at about 10 minutes in and runs for about 6 minutes.

The subject matter is Microtubules, Conciousness, the necessity of quantum (non-localized) participation in the actualizition of a frame of awareness. An inordinate amount of "synchronicity", for want of a better word, "Grace" maybe?....piled up ahead of this exposure to Weist's thinking.

My interest in this is as a theological policemen. Not as a judge since I do not know enough to act as a judge. I have a sense of intrusion of ancient occult thinking on the fringes of this subject and I have great confidence that God's Universe is rationally intelligible with that very weirdness that the "alchemists" are advancing in the interest of the pagan presumptions. With that, Augustine and Aquinas has dealt with this collision soundly. See Hermeticism.

To my family of Catholics who hear unsettling words: my assumption is that Our Faith is rich in teaching on these similar subjects. I am openly engaging to teach myself how to deal with ORCH OR and the wave of interest on this subject. The serpent is always first to the fight. I am in training.

I give you Weist on Consciousness - Lean on CCC

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March 1, 2026

Sunday Peace - Contemplative Time and Time to Think.

Writing a huge report today. No excitement.

Just the familiar visits. ;) <3

The Transfiguration is Grace to the Max!!

Re: Matthew 17:1-9 -- I have some thoughts on this....

Today's gospel stands out as remarkable. It describes the Transfiguration, where Jesus ascends the mountain accompanied by Peter, James, and John. There, his face radiates like the sun, and his garments become dazzling white as light.

That brilliance represents some evidence of the inherent nature of God, unfiltered and luminous. Adam and Eve would have encountered such glory every day in Eden, in comfort, without astonishment. It simply belonged to them. But the Fall of man destroyed our self-perception and our perception of God. Our understanding became perverse and small.

After his resurrection, Jesus returns and mingles among people, sharing meals and revealing wounds. Then on Tabor he reveals his ccompleteness. Not because he altered himself, but because the barrier dissolved. This moment offers a glimpse of how we shall eventually behold him. This moment reveals,maybe, how, we too, shall appear.

Grace operates as an active force, not a passive possession. God wills the good, enacts the good, and infuses it into our existence. On that summit, Grace manifested itself plainly. It removed the veil of the ordinary and permitted divine splendor to flood through. The disciples' astonishment matters, but less than the radiance, the persistence of Grace itself.

Meister Eckhart urges detachment from worldly distractions, silence of the mind, liberation from that which is not God. In that stillness-in-ecstasy, one perceives God perceiving oneself, a single unbroken vision. Aquinas explains that Grace preserves our humanity while elevating it toward divinity. Forgiveness removes obstacles. Detachment widens the pathway. Both contribute and seem to be at play in this mystical event.

The Transfiguration hints that our glorified bodies remain our own flesh, not a substitute, but transform as well. It endures resurrection, freed from suffering, mortality, and every trace of original sin. Radiance becomes its essence, mirroring Christ's appearance on the mountain. Perhaps Adam and Eve possessed such bodies from creation, perfectly formed by God, already saturated with grace. The Transfiguration did not instantiate this state. It was like going home, so to speak. It recalled our ancestral heritage in paradise. And it foretold what awaits us after death: bodies restored, perfected, participating in the divine life through Grace.

Grace weaves through everything. It consists in willing, in acting, in illuminating. It does not merely describe the mystery. It embodies the mystery. God's presence descends upon the mountain, upon the cross, upon our daily struggles. One day, when the veil finally lifts, we shall enter that light anew. Not as visitors. As ourselves, restored and complete.

POST SCRIPT - Dietrich von Hildebrand

Having long known Dietrich von Hildebrand's writings and heard Alice speak of them many times, I recently felt drawn back to his Transformation in Christ. There, Grace emerges as the very engine of transfiguration: not supplanting our nature but building upon and radiantizing it, calling forth an unconditional readiness to change so that we may become new in Christ. This resonates deeply with the mountain moment, Grace dissolving barriers, unveiling divine splendor, and hinting at our own restored, participating flesh. It affirms that what shone on Tabor is no distant ideal but the promise of Grace at work in us, drawing us home to that luminous completeness. I will revisit von Hildebrande.

Synchronicity = body, world, ideas, synchronization, WHOA NELLIE!!!!

Something wild happened in writing this piece--- way to much overlap and literal synchronicity