“Okay, okay, I’ll do it,” I mutter to myself.
Here’s what happened: on my walk in the Hoosier National Forest with puppy Shadow this morning, I was impulsed to stop by a certain tree. This tree wanted to connect with me.
I palmed it with both hands. As usual, when I link to a tree, I was greeted internally with a powerful inrushing stillness that encompassed the infinite Above and Below of the forest, with “my” tree as one of the antennae linking heaven to earth.
And, as usual, I almost swooned, so sweet, so thick, so intensely delicate and alive, the all-oneness pervading my awareness.
I opened my eyes. The morning flooded back in. Puppy Shadow was sitting there, looking up at me.
But this time was different. This time, while palming the tree, words had come through telepathically. Clear and strong. I was told to repost the piece on vortex-based mathematics that I first saw on the jhaines site yesterday. Okay, I promised, before removing my palms and gifting the tree with a tiny taste of my saliva.
Not that I understand this video. I wish my late husband, the mathematician Jeff Joel, was here with me, to tell me what it’s about, and whether or not its author is a grandiose blowhard or a world-changing genius. And BTW: the toroidal form is also what got Foster Gamble so jazzed up in his movie Thrive. I remember that part of the movie, because it annoyed me, the utter dominance of the toroidal form.
From this video presentation:
Numbers are a wave form that folds out into 3-D shape, defining space and time.
This technology is not to be privatized.