portal2 the multiverse: 6/10/07

technique for controlling anger

As a person who has carried a heavy burden of anger for most of his life, I have found the following technique for controlling anger very effective and very useful. This three-stage technique (thought, word, deed) is based on the proven yoga of visualisation and affirmation.

Stage 1, Thought. Start taking a long, slow, deep breath and visualise these words scrolling across a screen in front of your mind's eye:

"Thank you god* for helping me understand that there is no requirement for me to feel anger, and that if I wish I can extinguish my anger...

"I reach deep into myself. I gently and lovingly take hold of my red, boiling ball of anger, bitterness, resentment, frustration..."

(Visualise the hot, red, glowing ball of anger deep inside yourself. Inside the ball is your angry self, your mouth wide open, shouting, screaming in rage, fists beating furiously against the inside of the ball. Visualise your hands gently taking hold of the ball. Now start exhaling, long and slow, while you continue visualising the words and the images described by the words.)

Read full text of article at mumbo jumbo

no shit

Once there was a very advanced species of lifeform. Their civilisation was so glitteringly sophisticated and required so much energy to keep it going that they had to construct special devices around entire galaxies to capture every last smidgin, joule, erg, electron-volt of energy emitted from all the suns within all those galaxies.

After a while they realised that even those huge amounts of energy stolen from entire galaxies were not going to be enough to keep their civilization going, longer term.

So their scientists got together and came up with a solution. They convened a media event and made the following statement: "We have identified a vast, untapped source of energy.

Read full text at wicked and sick

Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.

on the outside

Pacing the icy hallways and crystal corridors of the Fortress of Solitude, Superman pondered the meaning and purpose of life, and the fate of those who depended on him. Alone. Sad. Tired. He ventured forth seldom these days into so-called civilisation. Alienated and profoundly depressed, he no longer sought to wreak justice upon the wrongdoer. Apparently indifferent to the plight of the undefended innocent, seemingly unaware of the cataclysmic disasters besetting a helpless world as we speak, this so-called hero, superhero even, paced the icy hallways yadda yadda, pondering more weighty issues and concerns than mere threats to the continued existence of the species. Yes, more weighty issues, the weightiest of all being the absence of laundrettes in the polar regions (this was before global warming, when there were still such things as polar regions). And the result of those ponderings? The outputs of the steel trap mind of the man of steel? Simple really. Faced with the absence of laundrettes, there is only one reasonable course of action: wear one's underpants on the outside.

reincarnation: how does it work, exactly?

Here's an actuarial challenge: prove mathematically that for any species, humans say, the number of people who have ever died is greater than the number of people still alive at any given moment in time. This proof, if it exists, has important consequences re the concept of reincarnation. ...HOME

Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.

wicked and sick | manic memes | pathetic poetry | mumbo jumbo | very short stories | portal to the multiverse (refresh/home)

vox clamantis in deserto

Once upon a sad and empty time, was born a little girl, Cassandra, who could have changed the world, if she'd been permitted, or at least, that was how she would come to see it, many years later.

Because you see Cassandra had been given many gifts at birth by Apollo and other Supernatural Beings (SB's) which abounded in that part of the multiverse, in those days. Among her many gifts was that of a big, juicy brain with lots of neurons and dendrites, all of which were of course invisible from outside her skull. Another gift was that of an extra brain lobe, which was well and truly visible from outside her skull. In fact only a blind person could have failed to notice the big, fat bulge on the side of her head.

Read the whole story at very short stories

Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.

wicked and sick | manic memes | pathetic poetry | mumbo jumbo | very short stories | portal to the multiverse (refresh/home)

pure ontology

The pure ontology of this diagram has nothing to do with metaphysics or mumbo-jumbo for that matter. However, moving up one level of abstraction you could say that the self-referentially ironic nature of this post does in fact warrant its inclusion. And certainly, this caption itself is a fine example of mumbo-jumbo. However if you really insist on a halfway meaningful rationale for including this diagram, you could read about the disturbing end of FictBot (chapter 1) in my wicked and sick blog.

Copyright © S R Schwarz 2007. All rights reserved.

wicked and sick | manic memes | pathetic poetry | mumbo jumbo | very short stories | portal to the multiverse (refresh/home)

portal2 the multiverse

cosmic rapture

technique for controlling anger

no shit

on the outside

reincarnation: how does it work, exactly?

vox clamantis in deserto

pure ontology