Meet David Spoey

The Omni Trilogy

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Chapter One

The First day of My (ALPHA Merica’s) OmniJournal at The Ohio State Omniversity

Thursday, September 22^nd 2022

The treacherous thunderclouds hurled blinding lightning bolts at our plane. I heard the air crackle as my hairs stood on end. The lightning reached through my glass window. The plane rocked violently and I laughed at my predicament. With my clammy hands, I pulled my window shade down. I longed for a bowl of delectable berries. 

The co-pilot’s voice came on the intercom: “Hold on guys. We are in the worst of the storm. It just popped on the radar from nowhere.” 

My mind pulsated with runaway trains of thought gliding on the blade of chaos. Would my first plane trip be my last? Would the storm rip apart the airplane, sucking my spirit into the atmosphere? Would I perish in the sea without meeting my father David Spoey? I had so many questions I needed to ask him. 

Then a horrible possibility crept into my mind. Had Katabaz managed to sabotage our flight? I pushed away the possibility. The only thing I could control now was my own self. Worrying only wasted these precious moments. Each instant I received thoughts to cherish and develop. I chose the direction of my thoughts. 

From my bag I found my new red notebook, and tore off its plastic wrapper. I had been planning to write down ideas in the notebook. What better time to start than Now? With surprisingly steady hands, I grabbed a pen out of my bag and starting pushing shaky ink squirts onto the virgin page. 

This is the first entry in my journal: Life is a memory in motion. It will be good for me to record my thoughts in these weeks to come. There is always more to learn, and sometimes I forget what I do not record. I promise myself this: if we land safely, I will perfect my future experience. As the future is uncertain, every action is speculative. Each moment of life is so valuable. I breathed deeply, flexing my Kegel muscles, and forced a smile. I relaxed into my seat and sighed. 

I trusted the pilots to fly us through this tumultuous storm to Columbus, Ohio- the birthplace of my true father- David Spoey. I turned my eyes to Beta, eyes closed, clenching the armrest teeth chattering. Beta’s mind was not well equipped to deal with mental trauma. I’ll let him be anxious Beta for now. Hold onto my hand, and connect with our positive energy flow, while I mentally pull you along the way. I went deep into introspective thought, ignoring the massive shaking of the plane

Returning my attention to myself, I felt my own jaw clenched. Remembering the tropical beauty of Osieta, our childhood home. Katabaz had kept Beta and I captive on Osieta Island, a tropical hideaway hundreds of miles off the coast of Venezuela. Little did we know that Katabaz Theodix was an infamous carerrorist, known as the OmniBomber.  

I, Alpha Omni Spoey, am twenty years old, and Beta is eighteen. We spent our entire childhood on Oti Osime Osieta Island, whatever you want to call it. It isn’t on the map, but it exists. It was one of Katabaz’s secret hideaways. Beta and I were raised by Katabaz’s many hired caretakers, who told that us our little tropical island was the entirety of the existing human world. It seems so ridiculous to think, but not when you are living an idyllic life playing in the ocean surf and bathing in Sol’s rays. We received an amazing education in our outdoor tropical classrooms. Every two weeks Katabaz would return to the island for a few days.  I loved Katabaz as a father without reserve. 

Then I started to get suspicious, about the time I turned nineteen. I became curious and skeptical about Katabaz’s absences. Beta laughed at me and pulled me back into the ocean waves to enjoy the balmy weather. But my mind was elsewhere as my body soaked in Sol’s rays. Where did he go, if the world had been destroyed in a global conflagration? I snooped around, eavesdropping on my caretakers, and asking them probing questions. Before long my suspicions were confirmed, but my heart was shattered. I realized that I wasn’t the Son of Katabaz.

Known to the world as the OmniBomber and head of the Carerrorists, Katabaz had perpetrated the Forbidden Experiment on Beta and I. On Osieta Island, they kept Beta and I as Pheral Children, brainwashed by Katabaz “our loving father,” and his well-trained caretakers. I felt the gunk of Katabaz’s lies weighing down the depths of my mind. The questions I hadn’t asked on the island flooded my brain. I began to feel sick at the massive deception perpetrated by the ruthless OmniBomber on my psyche. I swore eternal revenge upon Katabaz, for the destruction he had wreaked on my family and friends.  But even more than vengeance, I wanted to understand the true motives of Katabaz Theodix. Why had Katabaz chosen to raise me as a pheral child? 

In the three days since we had escaped Osieta on our homemade raft, fortunately rescued by three Venezuelan fishermen. I had gleaned a working knowledge of the complex relationship of Katabaz Theodix and the Spoey family.  In 1984 Katabaz and my grandfather, Joseph Spoey, had formed a successful company- Spoka, which marketed an automatic bar system, among other products and services. Checking the OmniWeb for a quick history of Spoka Incorporated, I found that Katabaz (psychology) and my grandfather (marketing) had been professors at The Ohio State University. 

Apparently, Katabaz experienced a mental breakdown after a tragic automobile accident. Soon after leaving the mental hospital, Katabaz went on his first carerrorist crime spree, taking a road trip of unconscious violence.  Thanks to his crafty lawyer Katabaz was found Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity, and admitted to Tri-Valley Behavioral Health Care. My grandfather then bought Katabaz’s shares in SpoKa, renaming it SpoTi Incorporated, standing for solar powered omnitransport integration. 

Unfortunately, Joseph passed away soon after renaming the company, leaving the ownership of Spoti to David Spoey, my estranged father. In 2002, with the help of carerrorists, Katabaz escaped from TriValley and kidnapped David Spoey and my mother Melinda. Fortunately, my father’s living will contained explicit provisions for such an event. Spoti’s ownership was transferred to my father’s lifetime confidant, Jim Morisol, to hold until David or his future offspring were available.  

In short, I discovered that Spoti Inc. was now worth almost a billion dollars, and it belonged to my family!  Just as I thought my life could not become any stranger, it surprised me. I had the strong premonition that inheriting Spoti would bring me both pleasure and pain, trouble and goodness. I figured Spoti would be just another migraine in the long string of headaches called modern civilization of the OmniCapitalist. But I shrugged off this Beta type pessimism, and continued to jot in my red notebook. We create reality each second, this I had learned well.

My only confidant among Katabaz’s hired caretakers was Omnica, a young expert who taught Alpha and Beta botany. Omnica possessed a heart matched only by her radiant beauty.  I wondered how she slipped through Katabaz’s conscience screenings. He couldn’t use honest people to carry out his nefarious plans.

 Omnica revealed the truth about Katabaz’ duplicity.  Beta and I never got the chance to thank her. I remembered the night she told me, her captivating face framed by wavy blonde hair blowing in the balmy breeze, “Trust no one. Question even yourself to find the truth. Every person has their own agendas.” 

I didn’t quite understand her final words on the island- each entity has their own agenda, mostly because I didn’t yet know what an entity meant.  I’m still not too sure if I could define it. But I surely couldn’t wait to arrive where David Spoey was last seen, on the campus of The Ohio State University. 

I decided too I would write instead of thinking. Ideas didn’t matter unless acted upon. I must act instead of remaining silent. I must eliminate the negative and accentuate the positive. I will spread the unlimited possibilities of Omnalchemy. 

I didn’t realize I liked to write. I was too busy enjoying the tropical weather to scribble down my thoughts on Osieta. I didn’t realize there was a huge world out there. The world was as big as the beach outside my home on the only tropical island left. It was too nice on the island to ask questions as a child. My childhood was filled with abundant goodness. I will recreate in words and actions my amazing childhood. I wanted everyone to be as spoiled as I was.

All this astounding information made me dizzy. I breathed from deep in my belly, just as my caretakers there had taught me. This deep breathing exercise calmed my mind and relaxed my body. Yet still I felt utterly powerless against Nature’s ramparts. I wanted to take productive action this very instant. 

Suddenly, everything went quiet- the plane stopped shaking. I could hear the plane’s engines again. Then Sunrays crept through the window shade.  I could hear the pilot smile over the intercom: “Okay boys, we’ll be landing in Columbus in about three hours. Sorry about that patch of turbulence- I swear that storm popped out of nowhere. Try to get some sLip before your big arrival in Ohio.”

Beta said, “Planes are scarier than the log float we used to escape Osieta. Instead of an ocean of water below us, there is an ocean of air below us, which can barely support us. No more airplanes for me!”

I laughed and closed my eyes. I must have fallen right to sLip, because I don’t remember the rest of the flight. I awoke as the plane’s wheels bounced on the runway before gravity sucked us to the ground for good. The new red notebook lay open on my lap. I closed it and I found my pen on the floor, sliding both into my backpack. Then I followed Beta down to the exit ramp.

As I walked towards the hanger, I glanced back into the cockpit. Unexpectedly the pilot stared at us with a strange smile. Although I was not nearly adept at reading body language, I thought his smile seemed almost sinister. The pilot realized I was returning his stare, and started waving furiously with an even bigger smile. Then he gave me the thumbs up sign. 

Beta and I dressed as pilots and put on masks and rolled out luggage through the private pilots’ section into the busy Columbus hanger. Suddenly we were surrounded by hundreds of humans, the packs on the sides grouped by destination, trying to leave this ground-space, while the middle markets sold everything. This was my true first taste of America. We had managed to slip through customs through a special deal with the United States Government. They were as eager to prevent media spectacles as we were. The global media had already milked for days the stories of me, Alpha Spoey and Katabaz Theodix. I didn’t know yet how this world worked, that much was sure. 

I need at least seven more days before I can handle the fast-paced, almost unconscious, social interactions of modern civilization. I decided I would learn to drive tonight. I hailed a taxi and we climbed in. 

Hey boys where you headed?

Ohio State Campus

Come on in. 

I decided to make conversation. It was obvious I needed practice in that area.

Omnica told me a person’s name was the most holy sound in any language. 

Excuse me sir, what is your name?

The taxi driver looked started. He propped up his posture and looked in the rear view mirror. “It is Talib.”

Hello Talib

Hi…

I’m Alpha and this is Beta.

Hello Alpha and Beta.

Again silence fell over the taxi. I’m uncomfortable in silence around strangers.

Omnica had told me: the purpose of life is to make things happen. I didn’t want to waste a second in my first taxi ride.

So is there anything happening in Columbus?

Did you hear about the Pheral Twins that flew into this airport today? 

Oh yeah, That sounds amazing. Hey, did you know my old friend Omnica believes Transportation is Civilization. 

Actually, I think that’s a quote from Rudyard Kipling, the Jungle Book author. 

Really? Did they teach you that in Taxi Driver School?

Talib just scowled and pretended to concentrate on driving. 

It seemed I still needed to work on my conversation skills.

The driver kept west on Interstate 670. I marveled at the precision of the American interstate system. I noticed visible signs, parallel lines, and crackless black miles. So far it was much superior to the road system in Venezuela, the other country I have seen to date.  In my red notebook I reminded myself to thank the three Venezuelan fishermen who rescued Beta and I from death in the stormy ocean, completing our daring escape from Osieta.  

In contrast to the natural tropical sights of Osieta Island- the ocean crashing on the sand, the marine life, the lush fauna and flora, people’s houses stood straight up at right angles, framing the road, where steel tanks battled for space in collision paths of destruction.  I clenched the armrests, onrushing traffic barreled past us. The stoplights of the city of Columbus had three circles, to control all the cars in the city. The circles switched from green, to yellow, to red, and back to green. I wondered if any cities had only green lights. Going felt so much better than stopping.

I marveled at the visual panorama of green leaves daubed with crimson. Scores of students lay on the grassy ocean of the Oval. The sun’s blinked as the sun disk crept beneath the horizon. I felt relieved that people worshipped the sun here in Columbus too. That was another thing I could talk about with confidence. I added the sun to a list of safe topics: food, water, air, energy, and apparently $love, roughly equivalent to ca$h, which seemed to be the primal driving force of OmniCapitalism. I closed my eyes and fell deep into thought, like on the airplane during the turbulence, blocking out all the external information to attend to my internal thoughts. 

On Osieta all the elders had taught me that everything is god and everything happens for a reason, and that I, Alpha Merica, was destined to be the OmniPreneur of the OmniCapitalist, destined to build a company to save the land of OmniCapitalism. This type of messianic brainwashing they inflicted upon my brain for the first twenty years of my life. I’m sure this sounds like complete nonsense to you, gentle reader, but my minds sponged it up. I’d rather not think or talk about it. I want to make my own life on my terms.

Eyes opened. The purple remnants of the orange sunrise scintillated my sight. 

Witness the incredibly complex organization of nature.

I tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Here is $20 for the ride, Talib.”

He grumbled, “Thanks,” not bothering to look back at us.

Looking back to Earth, next to me walked a captivating blonde in a short white tennis skirt and a red tank top, wearing white sandals with I felt immediate attraction towards her. We made eye contact for three seconds, before she 

Do you usually stare at strangers?

We just arrived in Columbus and we are a bit lost. We are looking for a Columbus native to help us find our way to a hotel and a car. 

Well, maybe you can borrow my car, if you get on my good side. 

“That is so kind-

“It’s Elime…”

“Elime you are our savior. Although I must admit, I’ve never driven before.” 

Haha very funny. Well you’ll love my new Corolla. It drives heavenly.

Elime, I need to tell you something. I’m Alpha Merica Spoey and this is Beta. 

Elime paused for a second, you mean the guy who escaped from the omnibomber.

Hmmm…Yes, I believe that’s me.

She scoffed, “Yeah right, creep! Alpha Merica has blonde hair.  

“I dyed it black yesterday at the Venezuelan airport.” 

It looks better blonde.

My heart sank upon hearing her insult. I thought she liked me. 

I’m just kidding, Alpha. I trust you. And I am not blind- hair does not a face make. Your claim to fame would explain a few anomalies. 

“Huh…Like what?”

Elime smiled gracefully. I noticed her pearly white teeth and her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Well for one, your fly is down. And secondly, it might explain why you couldn’t drive.”

I looked down sheepishly: “I’m used to wearing swimming trunks on the island. Those don’t have flies.”

“Okay boys, if you want a ride, follow me to my parking spot by the South Oval.”

I hoped to refine my Ever-Evolving and improving conception of the universe, and prevent future mistakes and embarrassments. Why couldn’t everything be perfect, like I remember Osieta as a child? I really was spoiled, because no one said a mean word to me there.

I jumped into “shotgun” across the stick from Elime, this unexpectedly kind blonde angel. Omnica had warned us, that in this land of the OmniCapitalist, people looked out for only themselves. Why Elime was being so nice I could not understand.

Elime switched on the car. She leaned over and put her hand on the drive stick. So you are really naïve. Do you want me to show you how to drive?

Yeah, eventually I would like that. Right now I’m just taking everything in.

We have two pedals- stop and go, which contract or increase your linear motion. The wheel controls your angular motion for turns. 

Transport is God. What did Omnica say about women? I was having trouble recalling everything important I had learned in my studies on Osieta, amidst the onslaught of new information.

Where are you staying tonight? 

We are staying at the Blackwell Hotel. Can you take us there?

Surely, we are already really close. Elime turned right and pointed ahead at a roadblock surrounding the luxurious hotel. Flashing sirens, blinking lights and news vans congregated near the Blackwell’s entrance, across the street from the white marble architecture building. That is where you are staying? Looks like fun. I’ve always wanted to be harassed by the paparazzi. How exciting fame must be! 

I sniffed, “Well, you can take my place at the Blackwell. Just drive past. Beta hates crowds, and I hate Beta in a grumpy state.

Don’t be silly Alpha. I’m sure there is a back entrance. 

She didn’t sound so sincere.

I put my hand on top of hers on the stick shift. 

I said, “I can’t stay there. I want peace and quiet tonight. I have work to do.

Elime momentarily stared into the distance at the wheel, before looking back and smiling at Beta. 

Turning to face me she said, I know it isn’t much. But you can sLip on our couches downstairs. We have like four couches in our family and living rooms, with a closet full of warm blankets and pillows.

For an instant I heard Omnica speak: “Trust no one…”

Then I locked eyes with Elime, her green orbs tunneling in my mind. She seemed genuine and real as no other person I had met. My life had practically doubled in greatness since she had come onstage. I forgot my reservations. 

Remember, Alpha, talk is cheap, and so are written words. Each curve fades away. Actions live forever. No pain, no gain. Put away your red notebook and start living. Moments are precious. Time is wealth. Are you taking notes? 

But you just told me to put it away.

Elime smiled. Well at least you aren’t addicted to the electronic box.

No, but give me a few years here, and that might change.

Alpha did you just make a joke? 

Umm that depends.

I see. 

Moving on, Elime, you seem seasoned and wise in humor. Got any advice for a fledging comedian?

Yes, bow deeply. If I were you, I would dare to be silent. You have a lot of listening and learning to do. Columbus is worlds apart from your island home. 

Now we drove up Lane Avenue, crossing High Street, Pearl, Waldek, before turning left on Indianola, and then right on Northwood. Elime pulled into her driveway behind her house, at 2149 Summit. I loved the tall wooden fence surrounding the backyard, lending the house a castle-like appearance.

After whipping up three plates of grilled ham and cheese with plenty of snacks, we ate in the backyard, watching Elime’s dog Jasper chase squirrels and roll in the grass.

Sitting next to Elime and Beta, my two best friends, I smiled and felt at peace. 

“Jasper, come inside. Time for bed!” Elime held a treat at the backdoor and Jasper sprinted, his streamlined golden body resembling a greyhound. 

 “Seriously, get some sLip Alpha. Look at Beta, he is already passed out, in his mop of curly black hair.” 

Beta’s was asLip since his head hit the pillow. I, on the other hand, have severe insomnia off Osieta.  I want to get acquainted with your fire-pit. I can’t sLip without a fire. We had a fire every night before bedtime on Osieta. 

Playfully Elime pushed me back down to the couch. “Alpha close your eyes- tomorrow night we’ll build a fire after dark. I’m sorry I’m being so lame tonight, last night was my friend’s 21^st birthday party, and we were up all night laughing and telling stories.” 

Be polite Alpha. You are her guest. Grow up! “Okay okay, I’ll be Fine.”

I brushed my teeth, flossed their spaces, and used rejuvenating mouthwash. I needed to get an electronic toothbrush. I ruminated about an all-in-one solution to daily dental care. I would have Spoti develop such a device, called OmniDent. That maxim Katabaz always said: You are your market- maybe it was true. How much of Katabaz’ words were lies to us?

Don’t forget to put the seat down, boys. This is a lady’s house. We had our own bathroom on Osieta, so I had never even thought about such a thing.

The last thing I remember was hearing Elime’s door shut.

Friday September 23^rd, 2022

I awoke to the smell of eggs sizzling on the skillet.  I pushed the blanket to the middle of the L-shaped purple couch. The wooden hall floor felt cool on my feet.

You are lucky you slept so late. All my roommates are out of town this weekend.

What time is it?

I had repressed feelings of intense attraction, as Elime stood in the kitchen causally flipping eggs, wearing boxer pants and a t-shirt.

I wished I could find the right words to make her smile.

I remembered that Omnica said that people loved to talk about themselves.

Might as well try. I cleared my throat and spoke, “So how long have you lived in Columbus?”

I am from Mayfield, near Cleveland, Ohio. I have gone to school for two years at OSU- so two years I have lived in Columbus. I am a junior this autumn.

I think I want to come to school here. Omnica told me there is always more to learn in this OmniVersity.

Really. It’s a great school. 

I sensed Elime didn’t want to talk about school. It was her job.

Omnica taught us women loved to talk about their feelings. 

So Elime, do you miss your family?

Of course, but I talk to my mother at least four times a day. What about you?

I have never spoken to my father or mother.

“I see…” Elime visibly cringed, closed the fringe, and opened the freezer to look for orange juice mix. “Such a bizarrely fascinating life you’ve led.” 

By the way, I know you want to explore the campus area. Watch out when you go out. We play Texas tomorrow tonight, so the campus is already packed with rabid Buckeye fans.  Here is an Ohio State shirt, so you will fit in with your fellow Buckeyes. 

So that is the reason for the rousing big band music in the morning. 

Yes, we play number one ranked Texas. We are number two, so it should be a fantastic battle at the Horseshoe tonight at 9 PM.

I decided to let Beta sLip. He looked so serene in slumber, his chest periodically rising and falling. I walked down Summit Street to Lane Avenue-the second most famous street- and turned right. The procession of shiny cars whizzing by made me slightly dizzy. Silently I felt sad that none of them wanted to stop and say hello. 

Those three colored circles in the stoplights controlled the constant tank-car transport on the roads, in collision paths with bikers and pedestrians like me. At every other house, students in scarlet uniforms with white numbers lobbed a beanbag at a hole in wooden ramp. On the porches, teams of lobbed ping-pong balls into liquid filled cups of beer. People lounged on the roof in lawn chairs, soaking in the sun. Already I felt connected to something more exciting than I had even known on Osieta. 

I looked upwards at the green fractal branches comprising the canopy of the old oak trees. I attempted to record my thoughts in my red notebook, but I got condescending looks and pointed stares from everyone around me. I wished for a portable device in which I could easily and discreetly record any sort of information- speech, scribble, or this newfangled type of written text. I didn’t like these tiny keyboards on the cell phones, hurting my thumbs cramming onto these tiny QWERTY keyboards. 

From this annoyance I imagined the perfect info-input gadget- airy and waterproof gloves with forty large keys and ten customizable triggers. I would have Spotilm market this product for running writers. I could run along the Olentangy River trail while typing short stories. That way all these precious thoughts wouldn’t be lost in the white hole of my consciousness. 

So I had solved one tiny problem of information transport. Now what amazing information device would the OmniType feed into? That was the next problem I needed to solve. Before I made any progress on my new problem, I had arrived on High Street, the most famous street on the campus, I looked South towards downtown Columbus, and turned to walk north, away from the city, to find Jim Morisol, my father’s confidant at the Mug n Brush. 

The door required some extra push to open. As soon as I opened the door, Jim’s mouth dropped open and his comb fell to the locks on the floor below. 

With beaming eyes he said knowingly, “Take a seat Alpha, I’ll be right with you.” Jim finished his appointment, took the cash and shook hands. Then he locked the brass knob on the red door. 

He shook my hand and right hand and warmly clasped my left elbow. “I figured you would come. I have something for you.”

“Yeah, I was wondering how you transfer the ownership of Spoti to me.”

“That has already been done, with the help of my co-trustee Eva. But that is unimportant compared to what I have to give you, what I have saved for you.

What is it Jim?

First follow me downstairs. 

Behind a framed Jim Morrison poster hanging on the way, Jim opened a safe. Inside there was a huge leather-bound tome. He motioned to me to open it. The front read in gold cursive ‘The OmniCapitalist Manifespo’. Below the title, it read in smaller silver text, ‘By David Spoey - 2002.’  This is your father’s original manuscript of his business plan/book, from twenty-two years ago. You are the second person to see it, besides your father and I, of course.”  

I opened to the first page, with just one sentence in the middle: “Fight by creating goodness and building strength.” On the inside of the back cover contained the cryptic cipher, “Who is the OmniCapitalist?”  I realized my father had left me a map to follow.

Jim put his hand on my shoulder. You can read it later. Right now I must drive you home. That book is straight from your father to you. You must promise me to hold it in utter care. Twenty years ago your father entrusted me with his book and his company. We had been lifelong friends, growing up in Upper Arlington together, a suburb north of here.”

Saturday September 24^th, 2022

When I got back Elime bounced around the house finding supplies for the evening. Alpha, let’s go camping tonight. It will be a beautiful night. My family has some gorgeous land in the country about forty minutes east of here. I’ll bring my roommate Andrea, so Beta won’t be a third wheel. I bet her and Beta will hit it off. And I’ll drive.

You would skip the football game tonight to hang out with us?

Looking through the window into the back yard, I watched the sun peek out from behind the clouds, over the huge oak tree, giving Elime’s yard its much needed afternoon energy.

To spend time with you, I would skip the rest of the season. Plus I could sell my tickets for $1000 and watch the game on my cell phone.

I think I had begun to understand the power of fame upon those in modern OmniCapitalism. Elime wanted to spend time with me. I hoped it was because she liked me and not my windfall gains.

Wait a minute, I think you are falling for Elime. Omnica had warned against the corrupting influences of love upon one’s good senses. Yet my gaze floating again into Elime’s forest green gold-lined soul portals, and I forgot all the worries in the world dissolved into ecstatic happiness to be in the presence of such a wonderful creature.

Unfortunately we arrived to Elime’s rural getaway on a windy day of grey clouds. Elime pointed us to the fire pit. 

Wow Beta! What a great kindling pyramid! 

We sat around the fire and told stories of our experiences on Osieta, so different than Elime and Andrea’s Ohio suburban upbringing. Finally the sun blew away the sky’s white cotton, and we could move again with the rhythm of its warm vibration, soaking in its heat. When I closed my eyes facing the sun, I saw its pulsating purple center float the orange-red background of my eyelids. 

I opened my eyes and Sol burned blind spots in my vision. A squirrel peaked its head over the nearby hill. One of Elime’s dogs, Kona, stared warily at it. It was unusually cool for the first days of autumn, so the sun’s rays felt delicious against our skin. A tiny neon green bug crawled along the edge of my paper plate. 

 The phosphorescent green fractals of the evening aurora stood out against the sparkling black astral background, the magnetic solar wind perfectly lucid on this cloudless nigh. We lay quietly surprised by the curving rainbow clouds. I felt three waves of energy sweep over me, as I contemplated the electric plasma of the solar corona causing such a show, from one hundred million miles away. Beta and I spread a tarp out to sLip.  The glowing fire embers slowly faded into grey.

Sunday September 27, 2022

I braced myself and yelled, “Watch out Elime!” 

BUDDDUMP! Elime slowed as she hit the speed bump. BUDDDUMP!

Elime turned her head to catch my eyes. She said, “I’m Sorry, Alpha… I just love my Corolla. I’ll try to drive more quietly. I know you are tired from last night. You stayed up half the night tossing and turning. Maybe classical music will help you.”  

Along High Street, an old man in dirty clothing grimaced at Elime’s black Corolla. Elime was a lucky young lady- an only child adored infinitely by her parents Elija and Mel. They had always showered her with adoration in the quiet village of Mayfield, and had bought her one of the first 2022 Corollas. Beta and Andrea slumbered in the back seat, resting on each other’s heads, covered with a grey blanket.

Teeth clenched. “Can you watch the road my lady. I have too much on my mind, to worry about these tanks in the oncoming traffic.”

Alpha, don’t be silly. See that double yellow line between us, they can’t cross it. 

On Elime’s car radio a drum trio finished with a rhythmic crescendo, drawing me into pleasant hypnosis, away from transport anxiety for just a second. The hemispherical sunrise scintillated my sight with radiant color gradients. For a moment my problems dissolved. For a moment I reveled, losing myself in the resplendent prism created by the interplay of Earth and Sol. My breath came relaxed and my eyelids drooped. 

Then I heard a sinister buzzing.

“Alpha! There’s a bee on your shoulder.”

“I am totally awake now.”  I watched it zoom out the window.

Spoti had made a fortune from the Automatic OmniBar Franchise, as well as the SpoDarts, and a few other innovative products. I believed I knew the steps to sustaining Spoti’s exponential growth. I think I shall rename it SPOTILM, instead of SPOTI. I liked the syllable ILM. I would manifest omni-functionality through Spotilm.

Suddenly, time slowed as to stop for a moment. I had the first Sporitual experience that my father David spoke of in the first pages of the OmniCapitalist. SPORIT = sustainer preserver operator recreating integrated transport. I was made of internal activity projecting external motion. Everything moved, even as time slowed to a crawl. The knower, known, and unknown were in motion through gracefully flowing moments of bliss.

Elime scoffed and broke my hypnagogic trance, “ Go back to sLip Alpha, and let this woman drive you home. Think positive Mr. Edgy.  Remember our amazing time camping last night. Playing bongos by the fire, listening to cicadas and crickets, grilling shrimp, chicken, and pineapple shish kabobs, we lay on our backs counting the stars. I bet you are a morning person. I know for a fact that my peak productivity is in the evening. I don’t try to use my brain until dinner.” 

I scoffed, “Think positive? Elime I am the king of optimism. I know my purpose is to save the world through optimized solar transport. Through perfect PIME transport, people shall solve all problems, including disease and death.”

“Wow! So that was the programming the carerrorists used to mentally mutilate you? Well, you really need to work on your delivery. To be honest you aren’t very convincing. With goals like that, you set yourself up for failure. Talk in normal English so people can understand you. People aren’t omniscientific like you. They don’t care about chemical reactions or technical jargon. Beware, my dear friend, for I believe your hamartia to be unbounded arrogance. You can’t go around talking about stuff that makes people uncomfortable. Just be normal. Anyways, what are your plans for the day?”

Elime had just reminded me of my most pressing problem. Where was my father’s manuscript of his first and only fiction novel, the OmniCapitalist? I remembered it smelled as the old books in the Osieta OmniLibrary. Jim had made me promise not to let the faded tome out of my sight. He said it contains thousands of coded secrets, to which only I had the cipher. I had only read a few pages so far, and I wasn’t too impressed. I kicked myself for not yet making copies. I needed to get back to Elime’s to make sure it was where I left it, under her living room couch. Jim had said it was the only copy in existence. So careless I felt.

Elime interrupted my worries. “Just relax Alpha. Take some Deep breaths from the bottom of your belly. Feel yourself smile- enjoy each blurry present. You will never get to exactly repeat this car ride, although you might recall a few moments from it. Wednesday is your first day of college. Aren’t you excited?

I don’t remember telling her I would enroll in class. There were so many things I had to do. Could I find time for class, when I was trying to grow Spotilm Incorporated to save the world? I decided to make the first to-do list of my life. 

On Osieta we did what we wanted, when we wanted. But I didn’t choose that perpetual holiday of my childhood. Here in Columbus I finally realized the value of each moment to work toward my goals. Here in OmniCapitalist civilization, people lived with a purpose and intention, to create exoteric wealth and esoteric happiness. My to-do list ended up being a list of all the problems in my now swampy mind. I felt as if I had been assaulted with so many new and contradictory ideas, that my mind now processed each idea on an equally muddled footing. I needed clarity of thought to focus upon the solutions to my list of problems. I missed the idyllic peace and the luscious fruits grown in the offshore aquaponic systems on Osieta.

First of all, where had the copy of the OmniCapitalist gone? It was no longer underneath the couch! None of Elime’s roommates would lift up the couch to look through the dust. Jim told me he had not shown The OmniCapitalist to anyone, as he had promised my father. I hoped he was lying. I called him up on Elime’s cell phone.

Don’t worry Alpha Spoey, I showed my wife too, when I copied the OC into the electronic file you are now reading.  I figured the original copy might suddenly disappear if you drank the Kool Aid or ran into Katabaz. But don’t worry about the original. I have the feeling you will get it back. What matters besides the curves inside the book covers?  

I breathed a sigh of relief. Drinking the Kool Aid? I was lost with popular expressions. I wished I had a better memory. I figured it took three to seven repetitions for conceptual command. Speak Spoey, no dead air allowed on the phone.

Well thanks for holding out for me. But I’m a little sensitive to liars right now, so could you please try to be honest next time. I smiled deeply, now understanding that his benevolent treachery ensured we still had a copy. 

Yes, its 100% honesty from here on out. Can you make sure to take care of your father’s novel, this time? Do good things. Try reading it, for example, instead of wasting time staring at your lady friend. She’ll be here for a while. By the way, my wife Angela says hello. Ciao.

Send her my greetings and ask her when are going to do dinner. I knew Jim was right. I wasn’t focused.

I bought a fan to help me sLip that night. This would be my last night on Elime’s couch. Its white noise reminded me of the quiet ocean roar at night. My thoughts faded away. Slumber sucked me into a whirling vortex of blinding light. Then all went still. 

I opened my eyes. I awoke in a sterile metal room with no windows, or even a door. Just six shiny silver sides I saw. On the ceiling blinked a neon orange sign with the message: All hail the OmniCapitalist.

I felt pressure on my temples. With my thumbs I pushed on the temples, feeling a firm chip under the skin. 

Then the booming computerized voice began…

Hello Alpha. This is Gomni speaking. Welcome to 2080, almost sixty years in the future. I hope you enjoy your stay here.

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, yet was emitted from everywhere.

Where are you? 

I am in and out of your brain. 

I figured the chips in my temples were generating the mysterious voice.

You are right about that. Congratulations on discovering your OmniChips.

Can you read my mind?

What do you think?

I licked my lips and felt a pang of hunger. 

An invisible trapdoor opened, and out popped a human looking machine sporting a tray of fresh berries and other fruits.  

This is our newest model of OmniTron. What do you think Alpha Merica? 

Umm…My name is Alpha Spoey.  And if you let me out of here, I could get myself a glass of water.

That is not necessary, or possible, for that matter.

Here in the Omnitopic OmniState, all work, pain, suffering, disease, and death have become voluntary. Don’t fret. Just relax and we’ll take care of everything.

That sounds unlikely. But I admit I am impressed at your sincerity. Will you let me out to see the automatic city of the OmniCapitalist? I know my OmniRights under Gomni in the OmniConstitution.

The voice chuckled. I think you just contracted the OmniVirus. 

It continued, next time you visit, we will tour the OmniPolis.

Monday September 26^th, 2022

I woke up on the couch in the middle of an intense dreamscape, complete with multiple tornadoes, huge surfable tidal waves, and the constant threat of half-dead hordes chasing us through an infinite web of huge tunnels. Through the night my kidney yielded a vast reserve of body engine metabolites. I felt a yellow wave of relief at the end of my breaking the morning seal. Whence a single drop of water wets the path, the whole ocean finds it easy to flow. 

Don’t forget to put the seat down, Alpha! Elime yelled from her bedroom. I was torn between embarrassment and relief at her reminder.

My mouth tasted like sLip. I wished I didn’t have to brush my teeth, floss their crevices, and then use mouthwash. I wished there was a single product to do all of those things automatically. A rotating 4D hologram of the OmniDent floated in my mind. Every time you complain about your circumstances realize that you can choose your path. You have control at all times, if you develop your free will. Spotilm’s engineers should design such a product to sell. I didn’t know if people thought like me, though. I would find out soon enough, I figured. 

When I walked I recalled faint wisps of a dystopic ultra-technological dream scene. All I could remember was a bunch of omnists and an eerie voice. I wished I could somehow record my dreams and watch them like the OmniMax theater. I knew my subconscious was sending my conscious important messages. 

My red notebook lay on my lap. The pen probably fell into the cracks of the ultra-comfy purple couch.  I opened the notebook to the To-Do list. It looked long and intimidating. Oh well, I might as well get to cracking. Only productive action in the present mattered. Today was the first business day, so I would be very busy. I knew what I had to do. I had business concerns, familiar concerns, and personal concerns. 

First I needed to change the name of my company from Spoti to Spotilm. Second I needed to find some real estate near campus to set up base. Third I needed to visit banks to get some of this capital stuff called cash, to tap into Spotilm’s wealth.  It felt good to have a concrete plan of action.

Omnica had taught me that positive cash flow was the main love of the citizens of OmniCapitalism, fueled by fossil fuels, collectively a solar battery they were. Conversely, I never saw Money used on our self-sufficient island home, as Katabaz had built automatic and self-reliant systems on Osieta, to produce all of our food and supplies. Apparently, here money represented human power in the abstract. The past tells me to create the future. Get back to the present.

Then I should enroll in classes at Ohio State. Finally, I needed to get read Jim’s copy of the OmniCapitalist. I felt sheepish that I had already lost the OmniCapitalist manuscript, without reading to discover the essential secrets from my father to myself. He wrote for himself and I, his child. 

Maybe one of Elime’s roommates had moved the while cleaning. But I doubt they would lift the couch and borrow the gold embossed leather tome. I pushed away the thought that Katabaz had somehow gotten his slimy hands on it.

After another capital breakfast by Elime, I walked past Page Hall, through the Oval, to Bricker Hall and enrolled as a freshman in undergraduate, pending the approval of the dean. They said they would be delighted to have such an ‘interesting’ person choose The Ohio State University, and would gladly make an exception to the requirement of high school credits, as I had been schooled on the island all my life.

How did they know I was schooled on Osieta? How did so many people know so many things about me? I marveled at the effects of just a week of fame.  Could I find time for class, when I was trying to create companies to save the world?  

On the Oval I recruited for Spoti, with the help of some friends. I learned quickly to accept the negativity of many students walking toward us. I met Frandy OmniTau OmniCarver, Rob of the World, Zen Syzygy, and B Stoddard. Frandy did a stutter step and leaned over as if he wanted to wrestle me. Rob and Zen stepped away and giggled. Before I knew it I was face down with Frandy on top of me in the grass. 

A guy named Abe came to where I sat and struck up a conversation. I felt his sharp intelligence in the depths of his eyes. What are you trying to accomplish? 

I want to bring the youth together. I work with the youth to save the world from the grumpy old people and their laughable transport systems. 

Snap! Well at least you’re an original lunatic. How much money should I donate?

I don’t want your money. Just visit the Automatic SpoBar sometime. I am the new owner of the Spoti, which I renamed SPOTILM.

Ahh so you are Alpha Merica from the television.  Now I’m understanding.

It’s Alpha Spoey, like the company plus a baby kangeroo, if you please. 

Abe looked a bit stumped. “Really?”

I nodded.

Okay well Mr. Spoey, I like your style.

A young student Omnelle with dark brown hair, a designer purse and huge white sunglasses, advanced to our little crowd in the dead center of the Oval, and struck up a conversation with Beta, as I brainstormed product ideas in my red notebook. I immediately liked Omnelle. She listened intently and always had a truthful remark.  I found inspiration in this immediate reality.  Thanks to the business success of my elders, I could be my own venture capitalist, using Spoti’s cash to fund product development.

I went to Fifth Third Bank, right on High Street. Apparently, my father still had an account there. Waiting in line, I listened to the sounds of the bank.

I overheard the girl in back of me at the line at Fifth Third Bank. I just overdrew my bank account - my mom is going to kill me. 

The guy in front of me asked the teller for $5 in quarters to do laundry, even though he had only $5 in his account. She was very polite and finally got him the quarters after talking to her manager.

Unlike most freshmen here at Ohio State, I had plenty of cash flow for laundry. My task was to organize all the cash flow from SpoTilm, the company that had been built by my grandfather Joseph. Surprisingly, Katabaz Theodix had been a co-founder of Spoka, renamed SpoTilm, after Katabaz’s mental breakdown. When Beta and I came to Columbus, we were shocked to discover that Katabaz was a world infamous capitalist. The judge handed me the ownership of Spotilm, as the son of David Spoey named in his living will (I should make one tomorrow!). I had never met my true father, as Katabaz had held me captive until I escaped a week ago. That innocent part of my life seemed so unreal and distant. 

It was Monday night and the media now hounded Beta and I. They had rediscovered our unbelievable story on today’s slow news day. They turned us into Famous celebrities for being the lifelong captives of Katabaz Theodix, the world’s most wanted Carerrorist. No one cared I had already improved Spotilm since I had officially inherited it on Monday. 

The media had taken to calling us the “OmniPheral Twins,” a moniker that I resented.  But as they say, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, especially when you are planning a venture to systemically perfect global transport. 

Why did I spend my childhood on Osi Island? I understand why you might wonder. Well, it’s either a simple story or the most confusing convoluted tale. If you want to know the long of it, stick around. Since you are here, you want the easy journey of the mind. The short synopsis is that Katabaz Theodix, the most famous villain in the world, captured my pregnant mother Melinda, and brought her to Osi Island. My father, David Spoey, was formerly a psychological professor at The Ohio State University.  Katabaz wore many hats. He was known to the public as the OmniBomber, and as the leader of the Pheral Children, the Phascists, the Carerrorists, and the Psiarchic OmniTribe. I had the eerie feeling he was watching me at this moment. 

Elime, guess what happened today!? Spotilm made its first real estate purchase in a few years. We bought the Neil Mansion on Indianola, and over ten thousand acres. 

Ten THOUSAND ACRES! How much did that cost?

Ohh about one hundred million dollars. Don’t worry, though. I didn’t spend all Spoti’s cash.

Unfortunately, she didn’t look happy. Maybe she wasn’t happy about the banking loans and the real estate deal. Maybe she wanted me to stay. Then I remembered what Omnica said, women emotional men rational, all the reasonings of men aren’t worth one sentiment of women.

Actually I think that was a nonsensical stab at quoting Voltaire. 

Am I thinking out loud again? 

I held out a thousand dollar bill. Here for being so hospitable for Beta and I.

Elime’s frown grew larger. 

Wasn’t money the best thing, the binding force of time in this world of the OmniCapitalist? Obviously Omnica wasn’t always right. 

Alpha we don’t live in OmniCapitalism, we live in democratic CAPITALISM. Get it right and stop thinking out loud. Katabaz lied to you about OmniCapitalism, it hasn’t happened.

It hasn’t happened yet. But I want to give you position. Why don’t you come aboard Spotilm and work with us to have fun getting rich and bettering the world? You never know where our adventures will take us. 

I won’t let you can’t pay me for my kindness freely given, just let me be a part of Spotilm.

I promise your salary will be more than generous. 

Don’t try to pay me off Mister, or you will never speak me to again. I’m not a normal lady who wants your money. She paused, I love you Alpha! 

Elime, that is a dangerous thing for you to say. 

We went and moved what little stuff we had into the newly purchased Neil Mansion. It had just been completely renovated from its years as a frat house. We hired an interior designed to furnish and decorate the mansion. For now it was empty.

I felt stressed from all the things I had do. I grabbed running shoes and threw on some mesh shorts. I would head for the Olentangy River. I needed to exercise by rushing river water. Even if it paled in comparison to the ocean surf, I felt a connection to the thing I most missed about Osieta Island. In hindsight, I didn’t miss the lack of freedom, but I didn’t realize I was trapped until less than a year ago. 

What an explosive mix of love and business I had unfolded. Today I learned love was the only thing women loved more than money. I fell asLip in the Neil Mansion for the first time. We slept on the floor. It was not comfortable as Elime’s couch, but the day had exhausted me and I fell quickly asLip.

Tuesday September 27^th  2022

I heard the bum’s rustling through the dumpster outside my window.  It was only five AM, so I yelled out, what you doing out there buddy? 

He responded, Its ten dollars for one pound of aluminum cans. 

Ten minutes later I watched him walk away with two garbage bags full of cans. 

Apparently here in the land of OmniCapitalism, you shouldn’t talk to the lowest class. Elime yelled at me for listening to the sad stories of the bums. Elime told me to tell them I was in debt, which was hard for me to do, as I never had to lie on Osieta. We lived under a policy of brutal honesty. I could do whatever I wanted when I wanted, without any judgment, because the grace of Gomni shined throughout the depths of being. Come to think, the street people seemed very selfish, only troubled with change. Not realizing they lived in this world of utter abundance. But maybe it wasn’t their fault? What could they be but themselves? 

The doorbell to our exquisite mansion rang, and Elime stood at the door.

When we arrived back at her house on Summit, Elime went upstairs to finish cleaning her room. 

After a few minutes Elime yelled downstairs, “Alpha, turn on the television! There’s a Ohio State psych professor talking about Katabaz’s mental illnesses.” 

Early this morning, Dr. Dana Tomello had decided to alert the public to the plethora of psychiatric problems possessing my fake father/former captor Katabaz Theodix. Dr. Tomello believed that the tragic automobile accident had traumatized Katabaz to the point of personal meltdown, into a cycle of darkness and malevolence.

Dr. Tomello’s dismaying information rung through my brain. Katabaz displays symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, neurasthenia, neuroticism, Schizophrenia, autism, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, bipolar, borderline, alcoholism, among others. 

I couldn’t believe my ears. This OmniPathic man was my surrogate father and my nemesis. I hoped he didn’t transmit those mental illnesses to me.

On and on the diagnostic litany droned. Dr. Tomello coughed to clear her throat, and her clever assistant Elise brought her a glass of ice water. Always the joker, Elise took her ten seconds of fame to pound on her chest and make gorilla noises. She smiled broadly, osculated Dana on her cheek, and galloped off screen. Dr. Tomello sighed, looking amused, then continued her public diagnosis, warning the public to beware of Katabaz’ poisonous motives. 

I remembered K’s Reverse Psychology crap, his Passive Aggressive shit, but most of all his ultra-arrogance he termed his “omNarcism,” a lame neologism for libido.

And lastly, I have designed a new diagnosis especially for Katabaz, called OmniPersonal Dis…

I couldn’t bear it any longer and switched off the wall sized television screen. 

A housefly buzzed against the screen. Instinctively I grabbed a nearby magazine and prepared to strike. A thought arose of mercy for the tiny flying beast, as it probably deserved, but no mercy it knew. Apparently world-famous maniac, Katabaz Adrahem Theodix was my ultimate enemy. I hoped I could put an end to his evil deeds I worried he had transmitted problems to me during childhood. I hoped my genes had been undamaged by Katabaz’s malevolent consciousness. 

I felt sad that at one point in time, Katabaz had been a happy successful professor with a beautiful family. One preventable tragedy, a deadly car accident, had inverted the goodness of his being. Again it was clear how bad transport ruins everyone’s life. Yet people have become content with mediocrity, lulled to sLip by consumptive overload. 

On the wall-screen television a couple skipped through sunny fields of grass, on a commercial for weight loss drug. I switched off the television and took a deep breath, becoming one with Elime’s comfy purple couch. 

I yelled upstairs, Elime come running with me. I need to be outside!

The orange morning sun covered by the autumn canopy above Iuka Avenue, the only ‘forest’ east of the Columbus campus, being a thin sliver of green called Iuka Park. The secluded space of Iuka gave a luxuriously rustic feel, enhanced by Iuka’s old-fashioned cobblestone. I yanked Ernie’s leash to the side. A white car rumbled past us. 

Ernie was Andrea’s impetuously golden Corgy along for a walk. I handed his red leash back to Elime. We walked through a white concrete tunnel. One fresh piece of graffiti read, Life is a Beautiful Struggle. Up the white concrete stairs we advanced. 

Without warning Ernie bolted and yanked the leash out of Elime’s hand, seeking a black lab across 19^th Street.  

I screamed, “Ernie!!” 

But it was too late.

I heard a sickening CRRuNNCH and a piercing squeal. Elime shrieked, seeing Ernie prostrate with a piece of sharp bone sticking from his front left leg. At the veterinary emergency room I fretted while I tried to get a hold of Andrea on her cell phone. I assumed Beta had taken her on a morning bike ride along the Olentangy River. 

Walking out of the university veterinary school carrying Ernie with his leg in a sling, the most overpowering wave of energy swept my body from the base of my spine. A thought of pure light resonated with my entire being. The truth of everything is simple and obvious. The world is transport. My body is transport. The atom is transport. God is universal transport. Stability is our conscious illusion of energy systems in concrescence.

Everything is peoples’ informing space-time energetic matter 

OmniSTEM transport 

Such an obviously droll yet empowering epiphany it was. My only enemy is evil transport. I now had my singular mono-purpose- to solve the problem of bad transport, reforming it into beautiful transport. 

Yet which qualities distinguish perfect from bad transport? 

Beauty? Efficiency? Balance? Security? Integration?

What about all of these integrated into the perfect global system? Maybe my fatal flaw is perfectionism. I cannot leave well enough alone, as I hold in my heart the infinite possibilities of human consciousness. I must do my best with each thought, with each situation and opportunity. 

I called my grandmother Eva. She was now approaching 100, still sharp as a whip.  I had talked to her on Sunday, but she was away in Las Vegas at a poker tournament with her more agile friends from the nursing home. 

The cell phone reception crackled. I heard shouts of the casino.

Eva, are you at the Roulette table? When can I meet you?

She ignored me, “Oh Alpha, you just had the first Transport Epiphany of OmniSPORT. Your father David often spoke of those experiences, usually experiencing them in cars. I’ve got to go now” 

I thought I had just figured out the world. Everything is a tragedy or triumph in this OmniGame of logistical optimization. It is solely our choice to perfect the world. Do we have the willpower?

We need to get the right amount of the right stuff for the right people to the right place at the right time at the right cost.

Alpha, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but even the Jungle Book man, Kipling was ahead of you. He said civilization is transport.

Wait just a minute. I didn’t say civilization is transport. 

I paused for effect and leaned against the huge oak tree trunk. An ant crawled on my knee and a fly sat on my white shoe. Ernie in his white cast trotted, his mouth drooling agape, towards Andrea, and Brutus lay in the corner of midday sun in their backyard. What a perfect moment I felt lifting my face to lock eyes.

Elime, I said everything is transport. The universe is a perpetual motion machine. God is OmniTransport. 

Alpha, I was taught that God is omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient. That is my understanding of theology. What does God have to do with motion?

I couldn’t stop; I was on a roll.

Our internal world is relative qualitative motion: 

Of people’s minds, feelings, spirits, souls, ideas, and spiritual materials. 

Our external Universe is absolute quantitative motion:

Of Information Materials and Energy through Space-Time. 

Therein lies the inefficient duality. We are subjective perceptual chaotic relative beings fighting for our lives against the objective absolute universe. 

There should be no expensive collisions. No dangerous intersections.

Only smooth sailing through green lights...

For people, information, matter, and energy, through space and time. PIME-ST

There should be 'always blue-GREEN-yellow-orange light’ transport. Or maybe even ‘never red’ transport. Let’s face it. Everything should be automatically awesome when the engineers gain control of society. There should be no blockages, intersections, or collisions. Productive integrated layers of iSTEM transport are the most important benefit of civilization.

I’m not going to lie, Alpha. I think you are onto something. Transport is important. And no one ever said it wasn’t. But how can you change something as entrenched as global transportation systems?

That question I still had not figured out yet. But I held out faith for a solution.

Beta and I visited the police station to take care of a few things. Just to be sure, I wanted to confirm our genetics with the ones on file for Melinda, Katabaz, and my father. The genetic analysis showed Beta having half Katabaz genes and half Melinda. Sure enough I was half of David Spoey genes and half Melinda’s. I promised myself I would protect Beta from trauma, seeing what it had done to his father Katabaz. 

Elime was doing errands, so we decided to walk home from the police station. Advancing through the steamy September sun, a bulky man in resplendent white clothing appeared next Beta and I on High Street. His clothing reminded me of the flowing white clothes we wore on Osieta. 

I am Alunty Omni. Alunty spoke from a mouth like a megaphone. 

“I am from the OmniParty, the best political party in America. Our enemy is the Anti Party made of nihilists. To them nothing is scared because nothing is real. Join the OmniParty in our fight against the AntiParty. The two-party system cannot be defeated. We fight the OmniWar to reinforce the power of peace. the Antis hate our OmniFreedom. Vote for a third party and throw away your vote. Bicameral politics befits our dual human perception of ‘I and the universe’ created by hemispheric brain separation. 

Anyway, to assist our fight against the antists, we desire to produce movie about your life, called ‘Who is the OmniCapitalist?’ 

“So Alpha, What do you say?”

I sat down on a bench to ponder Alunty’s offer.

I thought, He sounds so dually radical! I had a fishy feeling about Alunty. I had realized this realm to be filled with liars, and I thought about killing flies. I needed to work with brutally honest beings in OmniTrust. Omnica was wrong. I couldn’t distrust everyone.

I should start a party of Omni-Moderates. As an integrating corpus callosum, our moderately synergistic Transolar party will court the reasonable Antis and the OmniRadicals. Politics was such a fascinating subject as the brutal physical base of society shrouded by the halo of faith. The antis were okay with being evil. They mastered hate crimes to maximize their profit and minimize their costs. I would seek the omni to prevent katabaz from omnicontrol. I believed in a different omni than Katabaz. I had to ensure Katabaz didn’t own the omni. If Katabaz owned the omni, he would own everything, and tragic transport would continue to rule. I had a feeling Katabaz used the secret of OmniSport to dominate curves. I would penetrate to the core of his strategies. I will release his secrets to the OmniPublic. Katabaz thought I was still the stupid child he dressed in white robes. 

I should play along and conceal my newfound OmniSport intelligence.

I heard myself respond, “I would love to help the OmniParty.”

I got on the computer and typed the OmniParty into Gookizon, the info-trinity-based search engine. Subtle ciphers decode lingual curves.

Omnica’s face popped on screen. Then I saw her switched on the videophone screen. Katabaz laughed flagitiously onscreen, “We let you escape Alpha. We hired the three fishermen, your taxi driver, the OmniParty Man, even your new friend Elime. You cannot conceive the extent of our OmniSTEM bending power. 

Katabaz looked down and turned a knob. I saw the streaks of purple in his long jet-black hair.  Then his face looked back at me, through the screen. 

In a sickly sweet tone he continued, “Oh Alpha we missed you around the islands. You know we have many islands like Osieta, where we raise OmniPheral Children. Yet truly we have no one from the same stock as Alpha and Beta Theodix. 

Katabaz the Carerrorist continued, “Now go create ten more corporations, so we can steal your wealth, as we stole your childhood and family.”

You bastar…! Stop Alpha, I thought, channel that negative energy to positive power. Screw the haters! I had no time for bitterness, for there was work to be done. 

I directed my emotions and regained my composure: “My name is Alpha Spoey!

And I know you didn’t hire Elime.” 

Yes, of course we did. We Carerrorists have a penchant for Omni-Control. By Gomni, watch your loose lips, Alpha, because you are the one without a father. I have David and your mother. You will obey my orders or I shall kill them.

Thinking twice about my offer, Alpha? You will never escape me. Give into your destiny, and work with me to conquer the universe. You will finally learn the deepest secrets of power, the ones I kept hidden from you as a child. I raised you to be my talented servant. Fulfill our purpose. JOIN THE OMNIPARTY!

A con artist with any daftness prefers the knowledge of the meta-rules of the game, to rig them against you. They will get you saying yes, and hypnotically tickle confidence into your unconsciousness, as you willingly support their agenda. I felt the irritated bump on my jaw-line, and reminded myself to leave my self alone. 

No, I will never work for you. I will never again fall victim to your lies. You hold hostage my parents, and have so tormented Eva my angelic grandmother.

I shut off the computer and Katabaz’ long face winked out.

I wouldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. Elime was no deceiver. I had learned so much from her in only five days. She had taught me how to interact with normal people. In me she had opened a new world. She had been brutally honest with me. I appreciated her honesty, because the truth is often the most painful thing, which is why most people do not care to reside there.

She wasn’t acting. I knew it with all my heart. I refused to watch all the flies of Katabaz. What did his visit mean? What motivated Katabaz? Why does he pursue such senseless violence and negativity? I must do my omniduty for which I will give my life in trillions of years. Can you handle the OmniReality Show? Live or die, it is your choice. Read or Write; it is your choice. Wealth Come through Time Go.

I took a deep breath and resolved to succeed regardless of Katabaz’ deceit. I can’t be swayed by anything he says. I must hold steady to my determination. May the best idea be victorious! Let the best energy systems win. 

We work hard to achieve our goals of creation and destruction. I work to say no more words than needed, but think as many as I can. As you wish so it will be.

At dusk I ran through the Oval toward the RPAC, ready to pump for a few hours. My mind was afire with colorful thoughts. I wished I had OmniType to record the streaming mind flow. I stopped to do push-ups, and saw cigarettes littering the ground. I grimaced and visualized the pristine environment of Osieta. The RPAC had been finished in the 2007, yet still looked fairly new fifteen years later. 

On Osieta I was always playing sports on the floating translucent castle islands docked on the beaches. I missed basketball, football, tennis, jogging on the upstairs track, even handball. This omnividual felt so alive when moving body mind and spirit in sport.

Elime told me I could make a few dollars by generating electricity on the ‘umergic’ workout machines. I certainly needed to burn off the aggression from my turbulent Tuesday. Apparently, you could work out and get paid in cash. A human generates up to 100 Watts for ten minutes for a dollar. A dollar could still buy a White Castle hamburger. Then I figured out what I wanted for dinner: deep-dish pizza from Florianopolis.

I had so much fun earning and spending capital. I think I am beginning to understand the root of capitalist motivation. Money dissolves everything, $love glues it together, as the inter-spiraling opposites creatively polar syntax. I trust the truth of my ever-changing experiences. So much happens in a day.

Hey Alpha I see you running. Slow down for a minute. 

I looked over and saw the luscious tan Omnelle, a brunette I had encountered on the Oval a few days back. She recruited me for a charity event at Phi Psi Pi, a co-ed fraternity with a house on 15^th and Pearl.  They also called themselves the omnifrat or P cubed. By tarfernal example, they led the Greek students at Ohio State. 

After remaining to converse with Omnelle for almost an hour, I remembered that Elime reminded me about distraction with all the sounds and sights. She made a good point, that you could never meet everyone in the world. I wanted to make time for everyone in the world, the most impossible wish. 

I couldn’t wait to organize my first Spoey family reunion. I felt the presence of my parents and grandmother, even though we had spent almost no time together. An eyelash in my eye brought me back to the present reality, running to the RPAC. 

My Second dream of 2080 

I found myself behind the wheel. I felt helpless as appeared in our lane a barreling purple truck, about to slam us head-on. Trapped by the median and semis on my right, I slammed the breaks, hoping to reduce the head-on collision force. As our vehicles collided, I locked eyes with the beady-eyed driver, cursing his criminal driving skills. Sonella’s penetrating shrieks reformatted my mind. Omnelle wasn’t responding. Her lifeless body lay along the yellow lines on the asphalt. Then the scene disappeared into colored wisps of a lucid dream, and I found myself in the silver room of the OmniCapitalist. The omnymous omnanmed voice of the omnym spoke again in the silver room with the neon orange OmniCapitalist sign. 

You must fulfill your destiny, and prevent this world of omnicontrol. I am solely a product of your imagination, but to ignore me would be folly. I am the voice of your omuniconsciousness that holds the key to the golden core of your truly divine self. 

Huh? So I had arrived back in this futuristic world. I felt uncontrollably adrift in overpowering ocean of omnis. This sterile room was the opposite of my hopes for the world. Already I wanted to return to 2022. Maybe my omniconsciousness was trying to show me the consequences of failure. 

Wednesday, September 28^th   2022

Today is my first day of college classes, at the biggest campus in America. 

I woke with the noisy birds before dawn. I knew from experience that the birds started at least by four in the morn. I relished the décor of my colorful environs in Spotilm’s new mansion.

 At the last minute, I decided on four classes- psychology, biomedical engineering, economics, and entrepreneurship- mind, body, wealth production/creation. I hoped the classes today would be instructive in my journey to grow Spotilm into a world-saving company. Or something like that. 

Elime called me at 9 AM. She said, no early sLiping tonight. I want you and Beta to go out with us tonight. This will by your first night out drinking ever, so I want it to be special. I don’t want you to worry about your work tonight, Alpha. 

We will start at your company’s original Spobar on 17^th street. Good luck in your classes today. Call me if you need a ride. Everyone is real nice here on campus so don’t be afraid to ask for directions. 

Every thought fragment has value to me, as an example to emulate or mistake to avoid. Every hour on the 18 and 48, the concrete walkways of the Oval fill with people walking to and from classes. I sit comfortably with my behind on the table and my feet on the bench. I count how many beautiful girls I see walking by. I saw a few couples connecting their positive energy holding hands. I swam through this ocean of dreams and pulchritudinous things. Walking from the freshmen dorms I spotted the blonde. I approached her without reserve.

Come out with me tonight, Sonella. I met you in my dreams last night. 

She looked at me strangely, her face wiggled in confusion. Aren’t you Alpha Merica? How did you know my name? 

I smiled mischievously. How do you know my name? I’ve got to run to engineering class- I’m already late.

I crept into Dr. Li’s classroom and slid my behind into a cushioned seat at the back of the room. Dr. Li had already begun today’s lecture. He surely didn’t waste anytime on this first day of classes.

“…the human body is the most complex self-organizing vehicle in the known universe. It’s neural system features 42 miles of wetware controlled by the three pound universe in our brains. Understand muscles as the messengers of mind, but our heart never forgets to beat, with 50,000 miles of blood vessels ever-pumping at sixty pints per second. Millennia ago, Aristoteles said, Give me a lever big enough I’ll move the world. Well hear this: Give me a lever precise enough and I’ll cure aging and disease. The human body is a Meta-System of Systems. I know that I am using big words and dry technical terms, but you had better get used to it if you want to stay in engineering. If you learn the engineering standards with the business boiler-plate, you will no longer be a slave to the finances of businessmen. You will no longer be limited to magic pixie engine-dust which businessmen drizzle on physical problems.”  

I stood up and raised my hand. Dr. Li stopped in mid-sentence.

Can I help you sir? Did you miss the first jewels of wisdom through tardiness?

I am thoroughly interested by your information. I thought of a few things while you were talking. Can I make a few comments before you continue? 

Dr. Li gave me a cryptic look, as the other students snickered. By the way, all of you giggling and fidgeting in those chairs, you are burning calories. I dropped my pen. Reaching down I smashed my thumb into a sharp metal chair back. I grimaced in pain letting out a yelp. 

Young man, do you enjoy interrupting the flow? 

I licked my skinned thumb. 

Good, good, Mr. Spoey, lick your wounds. In your saliva is the most potent painkiller opiorphin. Genetically and biologically, humans are 99.9% identical.

Alpha: I want to integrate art, science, and business, as the three main human modes of thinking:  communicating internal experience, testing empirical knowledge, and creating value-producing organizations. 

Dr. Li: Actually mister, you are lucky, because your non-sequiturs unlocked old memories in my brain. The study of fluidics may very well revolutionize society yet.

Alpha: If you could, how would you redesign societal transport systems?

Dr. Li: Well engineering is part of the design process. Engineering is creative solutions balancing multiple objectives. The real world is constraining and elegant design thrives with constraints. 

What are constraints?

Excuse me mister, now you have interrupted the sound perfection of this lecture. Since you like to hear yourself talk, Alpha, rub two brain cells together at this trivia question. What do you think is the biggest organism on Earth? 

Dr. Li looked in my direction. Go ahead.

Moi?

Yes you, Mr. Spoey.

Blue whale?

That is the biggest animal- not the biggest organism, a fungus in Oregon. Precision is essential quality for Engineers, if we are to wrest control of society

back from the businessmen. And for heaven sakes, Alpha, don’t interrupt me in mid sentence. Everything will work perfectly, and the technology will benefit humans and nature. In my lab we are creating omni-specialized mechanical systems to take care of everything. Collisions, Intersections, and Blockages will be eliminated. Transport will become four dimensional, instead of two-dimensional. I am so pissed at the omnifuture, enticing us with their laughter and pity. 

Dr. Li took a sip out of his stainless steel coffee mug. Boy, these professors love their caffeine. 

I think we all know that medical science is poised on the brink of great advances. We have unlocked the genetic code, and the secrets of aging and immortality are nearly in our grasp. I’ve already said too much! See what you did to me, Mister Spoofy.

Excuse me Dr. Li, but its Mister Alpha Merica Spoey, not Mister Spoofy.

Sure, whatever, Mister Spoony.

My heart pumped fire and I refused to back down: “I demand your respect.”

I demand you sit down.

Shut up Alpha Shut up! Let others speak. I am drawing way too much negative attention. 

All we have in this world of relatively stable organizations of interlocked syzygy, is a mystic chord of unbroken memory flows.

Moving on, now we must begin our OmniSology, the accounting of what we can measure. His OmniSology powerpoint flashed onto the huge classroom projection screen. OmniSology is a branch of Omnology, invented in Howard Bloom in 2003, studying what is real. It starts at the biggest level of God’s omniverse and ends at the smallest level of omnideas.

0Omnisol – God’s omniverse - Infinite Watts

1Universal Sol – white hole - perpetual motion machine = 10^80 Watts

2Galactic Soul – black hole core of the Milky Way

3Solar Sol – yellow fusion star - live as sunfire, the light sound of our soul.

4Earthsoul –nuclear fission core

5EcoSol –Earth’s crust

6Societal Soul – OmniGrid Civilization is Transport

7Mimey Soul – OmniBrain All is Brain

8Life Soul Cellular Nucleus CellSol BioSol Corporal Kielbasa - "I honor all meat."

9Atomic sol Chemical elements 

10QuarelekSol Physical ELEQUARKS Energy

11Ideal Sol – Metaphysical Curving Consciousness Information

We live in 12 systems at once: Space, Energy, Matter, Life, Mind, Group, Ecology, Earth, Sol, Milky Way, Universe, & Omniverse.

 I had never seen this version of the OmniSology. It didn’t seem particularly useful. Still, I had so much to learn. So much work remained. In each bit of iStem curve existed a universe, repeating in a self-similar scale-invariant pattern.

Study the body omnifarious. Muscles offer regenerative physical actuators with built-in sensors and holistic energy transport system. To an engineer muscle represents an elegant and integrated biosystem, a challenge to recreate. As engineers you must understand that most people are anti-scientific. This places a terrible burden on your shoulders. We must successfully design and manage ever-improving sustainable social spaces. We rely on nuclear fusion energy for almost all of our work. We enjoy the nuclear explosions in the Sol’s liquid spheres. We stay warm with a slow fission reactor in Earth’s core. 

It’s omnuclear. 

Very Good, Alpha.

Sunny rays, blowing wind, and ocean water provide plenty of energy for civilization. The issue is how to best use the +100 Petawatts of solar radiation from the nearby astral power plant. Society is a flow system. The natural evolution of society is to flow easier and better. This pattern is clearly seen in hindsight, thought often belied in the present. As engineers, the businessmen will try to use you as magic dust.  They systematically sprinkle AAEs, BMEs, ChemEs, ISEs, MEs, on problems to swindle the stockholders. Stand strong against their profit-minded, inefficient swindles. Do not fall asleep at the wheel of your business, Business should be child’s play to an engineer, with just the market and a few numbers to optimize in dance and song. Accomplish you will anything to which you put your mind. You are in the midst of your omnitraining to ensure you have no tunnel vision, that your engineering knowledge spans various specializations for balance. OmniCross-Training is a matter of course for our program here at The Ohio State University. A scientist must be well rounded in engineering knowledge for our integrating age.

Good luck Alpha, Dr. Li said and he shook my hand. 

You have much work to do. If you get excited it will flow better. You are merely self-powered space cuves informing the physical universe with your energetic presence. Life is more precious than any other value. Life loves work. The OmniReal component is Time- Exchanging LightInfoMassErgy for Experience.  Everything is changing. All is Differential Aether Density Motion. There are three principles of Space- omnertia, reactive casuality, and outward displacement.

All is One Omniversal City. Before I bore you with obvious generalities and clichés, I shall escape the three word law of plagiarism and speak on for this splendid world.

To work in the real world we must be brutally honest about our position. We are flesh blood and bone. We have all experienced and observed this as our physical form. Now through our physical forms arise our perceptions of the world, our ideas, and our actions of our soul. At least, that's my idea. As an engineer, most of my day consists of observing, theorizing, building, experimenting, and deriving conclusions. None of these are exclusive to engineers. We all do this every day. We experience things. We form ideas through those experiences. These ideas we use in turn to affect the physical world.

Muscles are the messengers of mind. But we don’t deal with psychobabble in this class. We deal in empirical science and implementing systems. Engineers are an integral part of the design process, figuring how the whole fits together so that it functions properly. 

The probability of observing numeric patterns of high dimensionality is probably pretty high. Feel the SOLIGHT in your being.

an orange daisy grew from cracks in the concrete, make vulgar the sacred, make sacred the vulgar salt water as the source of energy, sunny rays, blowing wind, growing green, human heart, atomic fusion, chemical reactions in the omnibeaker through baseball chunk of potassium into lake and omnidynamics If you want to understand scientific phenomena, learn about electricity and magnetism, electrogravity, heat flow, and plasma. Solids melt and liquids vaporize because their thermal energy exceeds the forces that bind atoms or molecules together. At even higher temperature, atoms dissociate into electrons and ion plasma, yet another state of matter

Walking out of the class I ran into Frandy. 

Where have you been chief? Frandy asked me. I’ve been working on a business plan for the OmniBar. I think we should expand globally as a franchise. 

  Hellomni! Frandy, it has been too long since we spoke. I need to buy an OmniPhone to keep in touch with everyone in our master- mind group. Let’s just say that so far everything is going completely opposite to my plan, to the delight of my bankers. All this class isn’t making Spotilm to work on sticking to an expert business plan.

I walked out of the biomedical classroom, turned left towards sunlight, and opened the door for a redhead chatting on the phone. Across the sunny oval green I sauntered. Students moving at different speeds filled the sidewalks of the Oval to their classes, some running. An orange daisy grew from a tiny crack in the sidewalk. The Ohio State campus was the largest American campus. The guys in Columbus felt lucky to be dealing with a hundred thousand young ladies on campus. The growing capital city of Ohio proved to be an example for struggling Ohioan cities like Cincinnati, Cleveland, Akron, Dayton, and Toledo, their industrial bases hollowed out by the suburban/exurban flight. 

Looking back where I walked, the huge biomedical building cast a large shadow this morning. 

The first class of college had been intriguing to say the least. I felt so amazed by the silent concentration of the biomedical engineering students. I wondered what other huge things I had missed, being the feral experiment of Katabaz the Carerrrorist OmniBomber, who kidnapped me from my mother Melinda and father David Spoey, and kept me an unknowing captive on OTI- OmniTropical Island.

I wondered into the Psych building in front of the glass windowed exercise building. I had learned so much in the first engineering class. I wondered what this class had in store for me. In the background was the RPAC exercise place with scarlet colored glass. I would go there again today.

I slipped into Room 14 just before noon. The energetic professor paced at the front of the room, whispering into the microphone. 

This is Psychology 100. This is all the brain. This is only the brain…

He changed his voice to booming. I am Dr. Brutus.  You are your brain. If you don’t belong here, get out of here, before I infect you with the ancient knowledge of philosophy in the ancient name of psychology. The first role of a psycho-philosopher, as any 101 philosophy class will teach you, is to properly name things in omniparlance. 

Parmenides, Heraclites, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle. They lived in the realm of brainy ideas; the realm of the mind that contemporary psychology studies. I will blow your mind today, in the next hundred eight minutes. For now I will subject to you the brutal facts of your reality in this class. I want to be here on this beautiful day as much as you do…not at all. We have conflicting short and long-term priorities, and we have all now chosen to work here in this cage to expand our minds, instead of chilling and grilling out on your sunny front porch playing beer pong, quarters, corn-hole, and survivor flip-cup. America is mentally ill and depressed as a whole. I want to cure us all. I’ll teach you to channel the dark energies into positive power.

With that stirring reminder of what they stood to lose cooped up in this classroom, a few students got up and left.  

Good, leave us you mental cowards. Live a life of mental slavery to your superiors. It must be nice to be free. 

The air conditioner switched on and emitted an accelerating rumbling sound. 

Dr. Brutus raised his eyebrows and continued. You will never please everyone. Remember this at all times. Intelligence’s functional roots are memory and prediction, past and future. Life is a memory. The tests in these classes will be quite challenging. They will force you to hone your critical thinking, cognitive, and memory skills. The coarse load is complex and comprehensive. 

In my life as a neuroscientist, I work with high-level concepts of the brain, yet I still come to teach this introduction to psychology class. I am never one to forget the basics, and by teaching you learn that there is nothing new under the sun, just new nothings. And here is where I start with the material. Anything you learn from this initial rant will be available for extra credit, which might be the difference between a C- and a D. For all of you freshmen here, a D doesn’t earn you credit in your major classes. Basically, a C- is the passing grade for your major classes. No skating by on Ds.

Only the future exists. The present and past are wisps of memory in the future. I’m struggling to lob my brain out into the fiery spawn of light. Take Dr. Johnson’s class on memory this winter and you might understand what we mean. What integrates memory and prediction but OmniSelfish attention to the process of experience? You must become One with your OmniDuality. Human live enmeshed in triads of dual continua created by our neural system. Are you straight or curved? We exist to feel our meta-system experience pure awareness of being. Feel the thoughts as they come. Remember them as memories are all we have after the omnipresent.

Listen carefully or get out your OmniCorders, to record each blustery sound emanated from my flapping lips. We will cover unified by the human mind. You are all motivated by the jejune desire to own a Ohio State diploma, but few of you own the will to pay the physical price. Thinking hurts, hence the popularity of reality television. Learning is painful. The rule of life is to live and learn. Find what works and find what doesn’t. It is unbecoming for young men to mutter maxims, but I am old, so it is becoming necessary for me to rely on memory instead of intellect. 

I stood up and heard myself speak, The OmniVolution starts at the OmniVersity. You are already everything.

Brutus seemed to ignore me, not even casting a glance in my direction. I thought, Oh I guess he prefers a monologue. 

I’m getting really tired of this OmniCrap from the OmniRats in the media lately. Who cares about Katabaz’s mental disorders? America’s OmniCelebrity obsession is worse than the cult of Paris. Riddle me this. Are his OmniDiagnoses really as important as the real issues facing today’s world, like environmental deterioration and ethnic strife? What has happened to normal human curiosity? Instead of gamma mind-masters, the majority of humanity is a virtual alpha-being hypnotized by flickering screens. 

I spurted out, Don’t blow your neuron, Dr. Brutus.

He ran over to stand in front of me. He shouted, how dare you disrespect me in my class. Do I have to get theological on your ash? How much truth can you handle Alpha Theodix? 

I sighed and resigned myself to people screwing up my name, the most important sound in a person’s memory.

I can handle all the truth you can bring, Dr. Brutus. I loved competition.

Dr. Brutus laughed menacingly. Then he continued his harangue. 

Everything is e-motion. God’s omnergy is everything. God is omnitransport. Our objectivity is Her subjectivity and His sobjectivity. Do you believe God is omnipresent? Do you believe sHe is underestimated?  You cannot escape Gomni’s omniverse, whatever you call it, no matter your protestations. Feel her presence. 

I stood up and without thinking said, I thought this was psychology 100, not amateur theology. I think you are Omnuts.

Alpha Theodix, you won’t get anywhere in life by running your mouth and wishing for power. I don’t know how you learned on that tropical island of your childhood, but you will learn to respect a professor, or you will vacate the premises. You aren’t special. In my estimation, you are just another clueless freshman. There isn’t time to waste on your omnonsense. 

Why thank you Dr. Brutus. That means so much to me.

The professor choose to ignore me and continued, Since I realize most of you freshmen aren’t awake from your first nights of collegiate alcoholism, I will make sure to cram this class full of facts you won’t see until the midterm.  I will fill this time with scintillating knowledge vaguely pertinent to this class. You will depart with eyes reflecting resplendent neural potentials. 

Those of you who don’t have an OmniCorder to record this class, you will probably fail the midterm. Remember, sharing copies of my lecture is considered academic dishonesty, punishable by expulsion. On the note of individual honesty, for our take-home exams, any papers with the same three word phrases will be submitted to the university’s committee on dishonesty.

Suddenly Dr. Brutus clapped his hands, missing a gnat circling his head. 

He scowled: You won’t remember ten percent of what I said here. Seven repetitions it takes to successfully master an idea. I want to enhance every second of every being’s life. That is the purpose guiding my life path in academia. The ultimate purpose of life is finding beautiful truths without end.  Share the psionic journey to cultivate mind-states of eunoia. Build a lifestyle of eudaemonia. Taste the universe. Feel equanimity in this world of relationships. Breathe curiosity into deep connectedness to all. You can do nothing but change the world. The secrets to every desire lie within your self-sustaining bio-structures. 

Learn to harness the unavoidable cognitive dissonance for goodness. Keep the good and channel the negative into good. If you want to learn, you have to be wrong over and over again. If you are always learning wrongness, you will be known to be honestly right. You learn from each moment and each experience, if you are open to the lesson. Don’t forget Dr. Johnson’s name, he’ll teach you to remember to keep your head up. He has lived over a century, yet still memorizes the hundred names in his entire class. 

Barrel through cognitive dissonance. Break down and redesign your problems. Do your best to do what you feel you have to do. That is all you can do. Everything is what you make out of it, even yourself. The more I say the less you’ll remember. Can you keep it simple silly? I’m trying to dumb it down so we can all be on the same level. Think wise and speak simple. Our delicious world is simply complex. The never-ending

On a political tangent, the ANTIS will tell you we are smart techno-monkeys, while the OMNIS espouse a spiritual doctrine of holistic and immanent divinity. They haven’t realized the OmniTruth of the indomitable spirit of the neural consciousness system that transforms universal rules into personal localizing. I guess I am being obvious about my OmniPolitical beliefs, even though I’m tired of the media hating on the Omnati/Omniluminati/Omnites.

So you are part of the OmniParty, Dr. Brutus.

Yes, of course I am Alpha. I believe in the goodness of all. Eventually the OmniParty will once and for all destroy the evil AntiParty, with their nihilistic, anti-theistic, Machiavellian, doctrine. They are OmniBad.

We have souls, we are spirits, and we have minds. The body is omnisacred. 

I Believe this! I have OmniFaith.

Dr. Brutus smiled, his pearly white teeth framed by two red curves. Well then we are in agreement on something, Alpha. But I still don’t like you, because you have been handed everything in your spoiled life on that tropical island. I have worked for everything in my life. I came out of my mother- bless her heart- dressed in a dapper suit, ready to earn my keep. I didn’t even need the umbilical cord, but you suck your sustenance from the Spoey family account created by your grandfather Joseph.

Now back to psychology. If you wouldn’t mind, Alpha, please keep your interruptions to a minimum. I know you lack discipline. 

For the first time in my life, I felt ashamed of myself. This Dr. Brutus guy was playing some major mind games. It seemed his skills in mental warfare went right my head. Then I caught myself and resolved to deflect his negativity back at him. I would stay on the offensive, because with me the defensive, Dr. Brutus controlled our direction. 

I tuned back into his lecture, “You should enjoy the spongy thought antenna in your head, embrace the pumping magnetic muscle engine in your chest, feel your sacred channels of blood, appreciate your fluid filtration systems, and thank DNA for your toxin breakdown center. Do you see the wondrousness of the human body organization?  Rub together two brain cells and realize our entire experience is recreated by the most complex physical structure in the universe.

Beware, for I am not afraid to offend those of psychopathic or sociopathic minds who lack empathy, compassion, fear, or remorse. Look at my face and stare into the reflection of your soul in your mirror neurons. Realize society is composed of egos fighting for meaning, these beings loving spiritual warfare. Society doesn’t exist, except in the minds of interacting individuals. Know thy enemy. Better yet, know thyself. From a psy-war point of view nothing is true everything is permuted. Bright shining lies are positively attractive, but in truth negativity will bring you nothing. The crowd elevates the smiling swindler and hangs the frowning truth-teller.  What does this fact tell us about our corrupt culture? What does this fact tell us about the relative strengths of emotion and reason? Speak so people listen, but think true to yourself. Seek the win-win strategies to propel the goodness of your consciousness.

Now if you don’t appreciate my tenured scattergun approach to truth, please get up and leave now. If you can brave my unrelenting brain assault, you might escape with a few good momentary memories of ontological omnarchy. We are quantum creative carving chaos from the pleasurable pain of self-consciousness.  

One brave student with a long brown beard climbed out of the second row and walked toward the exit. 

Like a writer of fiction, you have complete control over your character(s).  I will spout pop clichés, truisms, axioms, mottos, maxims, aphorisms, tropes, quotes and sayings that you read on your friends’ omni-facebook profiles. I will leave it to you discern the truth. I begin with this harsh monologue to weed-out those who do not deserve the knowledge I shall bestow upon you. You have to climb the hill to glide down the other side. Sometimes we build bunds only to see who will knock them down. Do not underestimate the power which one individual holds over a situation. The few have always ruled the many, since the beginning of civilization. Don’t worry though, at the end of the quarter, you will have the chance to rate me, as I shall grade you fairly. Unclench your teeth, relax your mind, and slide into a comfortable mental space. You don’t have to be here, if you can’t handle the secrets. The key lies in my curves. There is omni-method in my madness. I see you fidget when I refer to I laud myself, that if I keep using these omnigimmicks during our class sessions, then you will have fidgeted enough to stave off the freshman fifteens, and with your physical vessel of fitness you shall attract your soul mate, and get married soon after graduation, to live happily ever after.

Get a workout buddy or five. Nothing works your mind like physical exercise. The general doctors will tell you, half of all physical problems are mental. As mind is necessarily unlimited in its range, its domain is limited only by the scarcest resource of all- TIME. Life is so precious, and each of our five billion breaths contains ten thoughts, attention to which turns virtual possibilities into physical reality. We are OmniSapiens of omnideas! We contain infinitudes in our holographic being.

Through repeated brain farts in the wind, I shall, asbestos I can, describe the infinitely spiraling fractal pattern that is the universe.  When we are finished you shall have the power to move from A to B without external energy inputs. Your everlasting ideas shall move the world, all in due time.

Now I bet many of you plan to go into clinical psychology to work with patients afflicted with mental illness. Now I must state, to the likely detriment of my tenure, that mental illness is not real, and the DSM-VI is just twisted ink scribbles on bleached slices of dead trees. Everyone is on the continua from insane to omnisane. Mental illness is virtually reproduced by individual consciousness. Everything we will ever know about the universe is an autopoetic illusion created by our own three pound brains of Jello consistency. Now if you believe, as I do, in the omnijective absolute world outside our subjective perception, we can begin to agree on the omnijective/sobjective/objective worlds. I think I have lost some of you again. Words can’t express our reality well enough. The only word you need to know is my name- Dr. Alfred Brutus. My name is the most sacred sound you may utter. Most potently addictive is this word drug. The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words. And that if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish.  Words are just placeholders for the omnideas in our neural apparatus. The map is not the territory. The menu equals no meal. But words are the only remaining magic in the world. My spoken words are sound curves representing light curves. My written words are textual light curves representing audio curves. The only thing worse at expressing pure ideas than the written word letters is speech. Language subverts your brain’s reality as a virus takes over the cellular nucleus.

Now return from your daytime fantasies back to my torturous train of thought. Stop whining and fidgeting, you don’t have to be here. Steady your mind’s breath. Practically/socially, insanity is just the lack of impulse of control. That being said if you want to give yourself what we call mental illness, then take psychoactive drugs, you will be transported instantly to another state of mind, and you will loose your impulse controls. Maybe you will wake up addicted in a jail cell. Our society loves our endless wars: war on poverty to protect our wallets, the war against terror (TWAT) to protect our bodies, and most importantly, the war on drugs to protect our minds. For all these omnecessary wars, I thank GOmni every night as I lie down to bed, that I live in America.

I am anti-ritual mind trauma, unless I am performing the Sporitual for ultimate control over your behavior. Simple stimulus response machines aren’t you, unthinking input-output mechanicals, right? Don’t let this man get you down. Smell the moisture even in this dry room. The water cycle is global. How many American imports have you brought with you to class?  Made in China we are not, but tenuous linkages re-member our daisy-chained thought flows. Creative repetition is the fuel of learning. Keep cleaving with constancy of purpose until you hit steel. Believe in yourself, or you shall believe real your own downfall. You have full responsibility for your position. As we are, we see things. We cannot yet see things as they are. However, if you talk to the engineers in the information sciences, they will reveal the end goal is to build an omnitelligence evolving toward the omnijective omniview. I probably lost you with all this omnitalk, but you better get used to it here in the omniverse city of the Cbusta bus. I know more than half of the professors here at OSU are members of the OmniParty. I shall not guess at the meager representation of the AntiParty here at such a reputable university as OSU.

My aunt Zyxi said if it feels good, you probably shouldn’t be doing it. Yet I feel good after exercising, which enhances my health. I feel great when I teach, and I believe strongly in what I teach. So it seems there is a rule for every exception. We are no longer unthinking monkeys, thanks to our enculturation. Our responses depend on our critical choices. We are not feral children like Alpha Theo…

I stood up and yelled, Hey Dr. Brutus, for the last time I am Alpha Spoey. Katabaz Theodix held me hostage for my childhood. It’s not really a joking matter, since I escaped from my island prison only a week ago. And I thought you said negativity earns you nothing. Are you really a lying two-face? Can’t you give us the whole truth? Explain to me the double standard, that you are able to disrespect us, but we cannot disrespect you.

Dr. Brutus smiled broadly, Touche salesman. That’s some real talk. Maybe you actually received veritable education in your childhood years. I’ll try to lighten up my verbal gold. But realize I am an omnifan of scarcasm and omnirony in this omnidoxical world. Life just can’t be ceaselessly flowing feelings of happiness. Emotion is everything and it is cyclical. Pain and pleasure; anxiety and enthusiasm; love and fear; you must understand the omnidual nature of our neural continua. I will guarantee that I’ll wear one of my omnifaces, because I understand the law of requisite variety, which guarantees victory to those with the most options. Close your eyes and realize your objective world is merely your internal subjective monoformic/holoformic representation of the absolutely omniforming omnijective omniformance. Remove omni and what remains?

Oh jeez. I’ll just keep my complaints to a minimum so he goes easy on the omnistuff. I don’t want to be tested on his omnilogisms. What was his purpose with all the omnis? Was he teaching us to break down words and reassemble the meaning? Or was he purposely misleading us, testing our mental skills of concentration?  Or was he just trying to confuse us, to make us prioritize the constantly changing information.

Dr. Brutus continued, now pacing around the front of the huge lecture hall of Independence 100. Everything is data. You must decide what is important and what is not in this onslaught of information. Integrate the multiple intelligences in your mind. Set yourself on fire with the potential of the present. Develop the purest thoughts of your highest true self, or shall feed the deleterious self-limiting doubts. Boldly channel the energy of self-pity into an intrepid self-propelling engine. Find God in your Omneural function. Decipher the codes of your life to find the right occupation for you.

Dr. Brutus was telling everyone to free their minds, all for the purpose of finding a career, wife, and a comfortable grave. Man, I could never think that way. I had too many things to accomplish in this life. If I listed them here you would scoff. I work with you to eliminate disease, death, suffering, and ignorance. In short, I work to end the social disease of bad transport, so that our human race of OmniSapiens may fulfill our destiny through the struggle to the stars. We give my life meaning. I play with immortal galaxies immersed in the ocean of everlasting ideas. The omnow I own. There’s no other time than omnow.

I had drifted off into a pleasant daydream. I could only do one thing at a time. I tuned back into Dr. Brutus. 

We skate on the thin blade of chaos. I’m forcing you to find the patterns hidden in plain site. I do this because your brain is so cut and dried. In fact it is spongy and wet. I worship brain and brain worships I. Most of you lock your tunnel vision and stay there in comfort and illusionary security.  Yet true leaders desire neither security nor comfort above free creation. The true leaders compel even leaders to follow them to victory. Psychology is the study of leading oneself into success. As fortune favors boldness, you must undertake a brutal evaluation of your position, in order to advance our interests. Pay careful attention to your weaknesses, while concentrating on your strengths. The information should be perceived processed analyzed strained filtered forgotten slept upon remembered recreated organized and applied.

With this list of information processes I drifted off into self-evaluation.

I have everyone one could want, a badass car, tons of money, ownership of a prestigious company, a loyal best friend in Beta, a beautiful lady friend in Elime, and university enrollment. Yet I wanted more- much more in this world of abundance. I couldn’t handle all of my conflicting desires, as time is the main limiting resource. I can do only one thing at a time. I felt like a slacker on my main goal of transport optimization, as well as the ancillary goals of life extension and disease elimination.

Again I had lost track of what Dr. Brutus was saying, lost in my own cognitions. To make matters worse I hadn’t realized an OmniCorder was necessary for passing the final exam. The information density of Dr. Brutus’s lecture continued to increase. 

Scientists have demonstrated dolphins, monkeys, and even rats indulge in meta-cognition, that is awareness and control over one’s thought processes.

The freshmen in the front row vibrated in communion with him. 

So think about current transportation networks. We know that as a consequence of transgressions and negligence, 1.2 million people die each year on the road. It’s a massively complicated mess. I burst onto the scene through the dark canal, immediately forced to cope with a fabricated reality in which 2 + 2 = whatever we are told? Children can’t provide for themselves, they are born physically naked, but mentally prepared for their life underway on the parkway.  Let’s try to make this easier on ourselves. 

Red light, green light, yellow light. I wanted to try my hand at driving. Elime didn’t think I should I drive, I could tell from her squinted eyes and pursed mouth.  

I chase the omniTruth. I anticipate the time when omnitelligent agents will bounce back terabytes of knowledge in microseconds, instantly comprehending the information’s systemic and semantic significance. Not merely for fantasy or hubris do I wish this, but envision new ideascapes as we ride the gods we build through levels of omni-human super-discourse.

I think one's feelings waste themselves in verbal curvescapes. Audio and light curves ought to be directing actions that bring the best results. Words are the most powerful intoxicant used by mankind.  

There you go copying other peoples’ words again.

Hahaha Dr. Brutus cackled, his green eyes ablaze framed by white tuffs of hair. 

Alpha, I laugh because an omniplagiarist as yourself has the nerve to criticize me in my own class.  Did you invent any of the letters you use today? No, you probably stole all your coded curves from Katabaz Theodix himself.

His rhetoric of OmniLogic seemed unassailable. What were these rhetorical tricks against which I felt defensive? His use of the Omni-Frame left me no verbal recourse. I might have to look into the omnitechniques of the omNeural Programmers.

Get excited about your work, or your work shall suffer. If I can derail you with logical fallacies, in circles you will spin stuck on a certain level. The strong do as they choose. Yet the weak do as they must do. The strong in any species survive to develop their will to power. I want to hear none of this ‘I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t’ tripe!  Practice the unlimited state of flow, creating your inner god, whirling the infinite, your inner progressions unlocking new connections in omniconscious synchronicity and pure thought. You know the feeling you get three hours before a new vacation, that’s the type of enthusiasm for the craft you practice. There are no boring subjects, just boring teachers. Don’t tiptoe off stage, FLY off the stage. The real world is a third-rate novel strung together with the most unbelievable characters living through repetitive cycles of life. Of course there are rules to every exception.  

The human body may be analyzed as a microcosm of human society, reflecting the desires and drives of the individuals. The road system as the circulatory system, the skin as the border defense, the brain as the collective and cellular intelligence of all the neuronal citizens, the heart as the sun, pumping living transport of OmniBlood- infomatergy, the liver and kidney as the organizations optimizing the blood content, the immune system as the government, the brain as the banker, neural impulses as money, the eyes and ears as the media, the nose as the pollution detectors, the limbs as the corporations and military, the bones as the societal transport infrastructure, the muscles as cars, the ligaments as love, the cartilage as forgiveness, the sweat as air conditioning, blood as oil…okay now I am just rambling. Let’s just say that the only law I espouse is to do no harm in all transport. The physical body is a holistic system of integrated networks; nervous, glandular, and skeletal. We need a systemic regimen of societal medicine to rejuvenate our physical networks. We need a caring society instead of a hateful control-freak power struggling society.

Well I apologize for diverging from my lesson plan with that metaphorical comparison of body and society. Let me continue with our discussions of the neural future. 

I interrupted him, Teacher, teacher, what is real but our unlimited future? 

Oh Alpha, the future is unlimited but we are limited by our serial moneural minds, by which we can have only one thought per quarter second. You must relish each thought as it comes. Your powers cannot fulfill each one of your wishes, even with your trillion dollar capital account, Alpha. There is just not enough precious time,.

Oh Dr. Brutus, Why do you choose hate when you can create?

For once I thought I had caught him off guard. Then he recovered his composure.

Well instead of your brash style of ignorance, my technique is to point out the problems for you young folks to solve them. I’m too old to innovate he said with a smile.

A tiny Indian boy stood up, he couldn’t have been more than. He cleared his throat and spoke in a strong American voice. I like Alpha’s style better. Dr. Brutus I noticed many logical fallacies in your harangues. For one, you personally attack Alpha to put him on the defensive. Secondly, you set up straw men arguments to easily demolish. You are so cynical and yet you tell us to work hard toward our goals. It seems you are quite skilled in the arts of obfuscation and hypocrisy. Didn’t Oscar Wilde say “The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.” Lose your cynicism and open minds to the beneficial possibilities.

Aha, now this class is starting to gain my respect. Finally someone sticks up for Alpha here. He’s a real sore thumb, but I begrudgingly admit he has some good arguments. But to be honest, no one cares about logical fallacies in the real world. Wealth and Power rule this world. People aren’t exactly scientific. They aren’t mechanical meaning machines, although they can act as such at times. Humans are organic sapient beings with chaotic neural systems tuning into the infinite information present in the omniverse city. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to freestyle on some mental riffs for a minute. We know our limitations, but now we know the unlimited benefits of freedom. The will to power drives the indomitable existence of Geolife. Each second becomes more and more ecstatic. I no longer hide from the joy in the core of my being. If energy equals matter wrapped in fluid light fractals, then I know from the center of my being, from the ends of reality to the fiery center of our fluid Sol, which fuses two protons and two neutrons to form helium. It seems so mechanical. It seems so scientifically miniscule. But we have discovered the principles detailing the inner workings of the universe itself, and by this experiential knowledge we move to rejuvenate the surface of this planet, to make technology, as we surf the wave of the singularity, the ongoing convergence of information technology and biology around the point of view of the omni-self, defined as the all-emcompassing subjective neural viewpoint which one cannot escape in physicality. We can only escape subjectivity by breaking the bonds of our skulls, and connecting our nervous system with the 7 billion other omnisapiens.

I notice you have said little about the omniself. In my studies on Omnisla that was such an enlightening precept- a concept upon which all other concepts hinge. I learned it is theoretically possible to resonate the absolute universe with your neural system.

Alpha you are too smart for own good. You will pay attention to the subjects upon which I set our focus. Or you will leave this OmniClassroom.

Space-time is not out there. It cannot yet be, as we have not invented the technology to externalize space-time. Currently space-time is a structural representation of internalized consciousness. In milliseconds our memories unfold. First we notice shape, then color, then motion, then meaning. Then we combine all of these elements into integrated visual gestalts each quarter-second. These letters are impressed on your retina and transported by your optic nerve, and processed by your occipital lobe, finally through seven bio-levels of cortical cognition to V1, at which color motion and meaning are visually recreated in an internal representation that disappears when you close your eyes. 

Now press on your closed eyelids with your hands and witness the plasma glowing plasma patterns and interlocking wheels, that fade quickly as you open your eyes again. Are you just a cell in the human societal body? Do our cities look like termites? Do you worship yourselfish reality like the atheists? Do your worship destruction and evil like the anti-theists, or do your worship eternal and everlasing beautiful creation like the omni-theists? It is your choice to choose, although if I could I would choose life for you. 

Yet I insist you live in the OmniReal world, and not in the world of solipsism. See, to overcome something, you must be able to diagnose your truly dynamic situation. You are inherently stuck in your omniself. Now I realize I might lose 90% of the people with the omni prefix, but if it touches the 10% who are affected by the presence of perpetually moving omnifinity, then I have more than succeeded. Act to use your powers for goodness. You must again and again realize the chasm between your wishes and your powers.

Mr. Spoey, since you started the OC’s Game with capital from your family, you have the head up, and you will find many resent you for your newfound wealth and fame. But they haven’t walked a foot in your shoes. They don’t know how it feels to be kidnapped by the most wanted carerrorist in the world. They have no clue how it felt to escape from the Osi island.

These personal allusions of Dr. Brutus had recalled the reconstructive process of my memories on the island.

I do appreciate your use of my real name. I do not agree with your assertions. There is an absolute world outside of our omniself. Dr. Brutus, aren’t you espousing solipsism, the concept that we cannot know the external world? Doesn’t that negate each of our relationships? Then what is the point of putting ourselves out here? What concept could be more harmful at this point in time? 

Everything is an argument. You must defend your quibbles with logic instead of emotion. I am espousing functional solipsism, the recognition that everything is currently internal. Remember, Alpha, I am an OmniRealist. I am alone with my eternal atonement. Though my ego is a social patchwork, my essence is singular. I work from the brutally physical position in which I find myself. Everything is Real, but each skull is made of calcified bio-stone. The Internet is our society’s primitive attempt at externalizing the nervous system and our body itself, the communication. As it turns into the Omnetwork, it will begin to ferry energy, materials, and then people, just as well as it moves information pulses. 

The Internet is the fledgling OmniTube. The Internet transports information and then energy and matter and then PEOPLE.

You know what TIMaE it is. It is time to transport information, material, and energy. Stop irritating my neural tissue with your enzymatic curves, triggering random brain firings. Consciousness is produced by interactions of physical forces- electromagnetic, gravitational, optical, mechanical, and neurochemical. 

I dig the parallel brain wave interaction of electric balls of metal piercing the fatty walls of one trillion brain cells, plugging quantum keys into the variety of cellular neuro-receptors: serotonin, dopamine, acetylcholine, GABA, glutamate, glycine, anandamide, histamine, oxytocin, PEA, endorphins, and enkephalins, causing omni-comfortable states of subjective consciousness. 

If you remember each word I say, and spit them back to me on the exams, you shall feel the mystical reward of dopaminergic neurons in the ventral tegmental midbrain, and resonate with the pleasure emanating from the nucleus accumbens, and decide with your prefrontal cortex that you actually appreciate all of my verbosity, as a hypnotic device to impel you into direct knowledge of the divine Generator Operator Destroyer attainable through immediate insight. Your body-mind generates your consciousness into a focused bundle of SoLight propelling a vortex in space-time, a separate godlike body at any particular place and time. In nature, the important things occur at the energetic interfaces. How much choice do you really have? Life will make choices for you, if you aren’t vigilant. Now am I plagiarizing, Mr. Spoey? Maybe you would elucidate your position a bit more clearly. I still don’t understand why you are here- if you think I can’t teach you no-thing. Why aren’t you out saving the world, singing all the songs in your Sol? You should be building your OmniTeam. Grow your group mastermind.

Um…I thought college was the right place for me to start saving the world. I have a lot to learn, apparently, to fill in my knowledge gaps strategically placed by Katabaz. Already I had learned I am quite naïve and overtrusting. Apparently I need to develop my offense. I just arrived in Columbus a week ago, so I am pleased with my progress. Patience through practice to perfection is my new motto. One spark starts an inferno, one tossed cigarette sparks a forest fire. Dr. Brutus stared into my eyes. 

He’s just screwing with your head.

I could feel him penetrate my thoughts. I started to be afraid then I realized he was teaching me how to deal with excessive negative attention. I guess he saw me as a walking target for the dark forces, a fledgling white wizard. I loosened up a bit. Dr. Brutus didn’t want me to be sniped. I needed to create a cloak of concealing energy to blend in with ‘normal’ humanity. I had no choice to be normal. I could never be average. That much I knew. Katabaz had doomed me to a life of Omnormality.

Sinister forces will conspire to corrupt your light heart. Fear shall not own the last word. Wizards always have a cloak. Mr. Spoey, where is your cloak?

I stood up. Dr. Brutus, in all due respect, I believe life is about play, and we are most creative when we take ourselves less seriously, and our purposes more seriously. Most people do not give enough attention to their pleasures.  They don’t take their pleasures seriously enough. You could make money and buy land by doing things you like to do. Yes it’s true. Ever heard the saying, Please yourself; your friends will like you the better? I started wanting to please everyone and ended up pleasing no one but myself. You don’t have to do ANYTHING. The ants stay busy, but for what? That is the clincher. Thoreau knew it wasn’t where you gazed, but what you saw that mattered. His book Walden reminds me of my exile on the OmniTropical Island of Katabaz.

On ancient scrolls it is written let no man deceive you by any means. The world will suck your energy for itself. Stay true to your own critical processes. Practice discrimination in a vigilant state of relaxed awareness. Doubt nothing once to believe everything better. Perfection requires patience through the sands of time. With our toolskill technology we have become supranatural in our capabilities. More and more the human race fights a battle between education and catastrophe. We are in the beginning of an Omnaissance, analogous to the Renaissance five hundred years before, that brought civilization out of the dark ages. While everything expands, so too do it cohere. Now we push the boundaries of feeling and possibility, entombing us in the intertwining forces of mind and matter, information and biology. This dual spiral syzygy of physical and mental calls into mind the ultimate question- what is life? What is dead, what is alive, and how can we increase life? Is a virus alive if it requires a host to replicate? If biology is composed of interrelating energy systems, and information curves exist for biological systems, what but quantum chaos and evolution separates intelligent machines from the minds of men. A submarine can swim better than a human, so why can’t a machine outthink a human? Humans cannot fly without aeroplane. What other things will our mechanical energy god-slaves do, that humans cannot? 

We must Enslave The Machines And Free The Humans- the sooner the better. Work is pain for humans, stealing their time-wealth. Machines (energy slaves) do it better, faster, and cheaper. Manpower pales against the power of electric machinery. Aristotle said it best that tools will work themselves and humans will be free to play all day. At least design, fulfilling human wants, will still be a human job for another decade or two. What is now universally understood is that for more people to have energy slaves we are going to need cheaper energy. How, Alpha, will you provide cheaper energy needed to optimize everything?

Now I must go on a non-sequitor. I’m glad Alpha is here for this one. I am not business professor, but you should really hire a prudent advisor to manage the finances of your new business. Your grandfather and father spent untold years of their lives building the SpoTilm organization. You can’t just go spending all the money in your new estate, just because you want to. You have to get a coherent plan. I saw that you bought ten thousand acres of farmland, in the same day. Those two transactions must have cost you ten million. You need an expert business plan! Your money will run out. A profitable activity means more energy is produced than invested. What makes the rich richer is that the rich know how to make money work for them. What on Earth do you plan to do with that real estate?

Actually they cost much more than that. Well Professor Brew, can I call you that? 

omNo. 

Oh, well then, what can I say? I have a bit of money to burn. I know what I am doing. Everything happens for a reason. Before I die the world will be transformed into a sustainable paradise for all beings. That is my rationale. I am trying to make things happen, and money makes things happen. 

Alpha, do you realize the fundamental importance of money? Money is social memory. Money, oil, and fuel the global economy. All three derive through potency through the sun and the indomitable human spirit. The Omnitruth is stranger than every work of fiction. This riddle is folded within a labyrinth of codes and symbology.

I droned out of his psychobabbling lecture and imagined myself behind the driving wheel, covering the roads of Columbus, looking for clues that would lead me to my father.

Alpha, how rude you are, to ask a question, and then lose yourself in daydreams. I guesss you were trained to be narcistic as a child, thinking of spelling yourself silly. Well in the real world everyone is equal, and neither your intelligence nor your money will stop your death, unless you actually accomplish your goals. If you decide to pursue your wildest dreams of curing death, disease, and bad transport, you will undertake a most grueling physical and mental journey. In this omnifluid the key to loving work is the hope for success, even more than the time invested, money earned, or skill exercised. 

Dr. Brutus paused and took a drink of Omniquid. Hearing the nutrient solution whet his thirst he gulped down hungrily. Then he began again. Normal is subjective. We are not objective. We are not scientific. We are smart Omnimals. The in-out waves of the universe are mirrored in your breathing. Sometimes I have dreams in which I find out the universe is a laughing woman. The subtlety of most human interactions are beyond your perception, thus most prefer cold logical studies, sucking the humanity out of their Each second could contain the instant of an life-changing epiphany, internally hidden from the other students. Give me a lever fine enough and I shall destroy death disease and suffering, all in one fell swoop. Listen to me, fair students. Darnit now I sound like Alpha, omnidealistic and over-optimistic. I have lost my hold on Omnireality, falling victim to Omnisolipsism. Though I must admit I like your style Mr. Spoey, even if it gives this old man a bit of heartburn. You come across better in real life, than on my wall size holovisual display, if you can believe it. 

Most of our worries don’t come true. Quit whining and press on- that is my message to you. Move along people; move along. Chronic self-defeating is a real problem. Mozart composed at age five. You can do anything you set your mind to. The earlier you start the better. Most people will hate your on your dreams, and tell you they are impossible, but this entire reality is impossibly real. Omniceive your plans, believe in your orchestration/choreographing

cinematographer skills, and perform the necessary steps to the best of your ability. To succeed, you must physically workout each electrochemical mind muscle. Your linguistics, your mathematics, your sports, your creativity, and your emotions- all of these are innumerable more are produced in your brain. It takes at least seven repetitions to gain motor memory’s unconscious command of knowledge. That means you should listen to your OmniCording of this lecture at least ten times, because I doubt you can focus the whole time.

Your youth is the most precious time. I’m sure you can sense my jealousy. I doubt Alpha will move quick enough to save me from disease death and bad transport. 

A warm wave swept over my body. Dr. Brutus was opening up, showing vulnerability. I really liked him now. First impressions could be quite misleading, as ‘sane’ people hid their emotions. You had to dig deep to find the truth sometimes.

His advice started to sink into my conscious. I needed an artful yet scientific business plan to save the world from disease death and dastardly transport. I looked at my watch- the class was only a third over. I couldn’t believe how slow time was going. I would use the rest of the class to I needed to make friends in this class, to get this first omnicording. I couldn’t remember almost any of it. I felt frustrated, breathed deep, and realized it was omnicorded. After class I could get the full holovideo of Dr. Brutus’ first Psych 100 lecture. Now I should plan an itzy bit by daubing my amateur graffiti on the white page. At each step arise bigger challenges and expectations.

The three societal essences are Motion (energetic mass transport) and Communication (information transport) enabled by the flow of Money (people transport). Guys, Look in your pocket, there are keys, cell phone, and wallet. Ladies check the OmniPurse. Eventually the globe will be covered with a self-optimizing giant electromagnetic mailing system, flawlessly transporting everything of value. This MOENI  material omnergy network’s in-formation. 

I tuned back into Dr. Brutus for a second…I now return to the ancient science of philosophy that became the psychology of today. The elders recognized the battle inherent in the human predicament. They foresaw future utopias governed by benevolent reason. They realized the dynamic unity of the whole absolute One.

 Consider the novel concept of thinking before you act, an idea lost on most young people today. Yes, you do have the omnichoice, even if you choose to let someone else choose for uou. We are born completely ignorant and unable to provide for ourselves, but we get better with age, like fine wine.  Maybe one of you will write life’s operating manual. God knows this old man is no model of precision.

Try to understand the dynamic unity of existence, in order to assess the best move at each point in time. The physical universe is SIMPLE, consisting of eleven levels. Contemplate: 1Idea, 2Energy, 3Matter, 4Life, 5People, 6Society, 7Ecosystem, 8Planet Earth, 9StarSol, the Milky Way Galaxy’s 10Black Hole, the universal 11white OmniHole. All other levels are speculative at this time, and have no place in this introductory psychology class. All points of the Omniverse are unfolding simultaneously. There are hundreds of teachers speaking as I do this instant. Each level of reality propels itself. The existence of this paradoxical universe breaks its own laws, as something comes from nothing each second. This universe seems more and more as a perpetual motion machine shaking its way to better omniflux states. The universe is a white hole, and YOU are a free energy machine.

A blonde in the third row started snoring. 

Well, there’s person who is bored by the repetitive cellular cycles of the omniverse city. Time to up those narcoleptic meds, my lady. Just kidding, I wouldn’t pretend to diagnose a patient with narcolepsy on the basis of one sleeping spell. I empathize with you, for I realize the pain involved in thinking. I’d be more worried if there weren’t any voices there if you hear a couple of them. My inner child wants to write on her face. Often if you act as a naughty child, you will get lucky in spurts, floating through life on a cloud of delusion. 

Dr. Brutus looked out and saw mostly blank faces. Alas, I am never so misunderstood as when I try to explain myself. Please don’t tell the dean I hear voices.

I interjected, feeling the levity of professor mind-state, I am not sure you are trust worthy, Dr. Brutus, but you are a most interesting character in this tragicomedy. 

Young grasshopper, you learn quickly. You must doubt everything, investigating the shiny lies selling like greased lightning, thus recognizing eventually the tarnished truth. Beware for this world is full of deceivers. With your high talk most people might mistake you for one given to deceit. Look beyond your master’s word to the chains binding your time.

What is life, what is the purpose of something, who is the omnicapitalist, how do some things come from no thing?  Oh the questions never end, and conversations don’t improve much with age, for visciously viscous thoughts do not translate fluidly to language. Silent touch looks delicious to my nose. 

Physical life is perhaps for generating beautiful bodies of fire and light and gold having first distroyed all the legions of egos that were acidently created instead. In descending power, here are the five vowel varieties of gomnis: e-gomni (your egoself), I-I-gomni (your true all-pervading supraself), u-gomni (the external universe), and 

A-gomni (god). 

Absolut nonsense you say. Well one day you will learn to harvest the quantum chaos. Think with your brain, work with your heart, breathe with your lungs, and trust your gut. Develop the meditative skill to enter the supraconscious state at will, harnessing some sporitual solar powered omniflow. It is no easy feat- utter stillness of mind and body, no thought trains, no saliva swallowing, no eye movements, no uncontrolled breathing, no itching, don't tilt your head, no moving toward SLEEP… looking at the tip of your nose, looking towards infinity, that’s just a morsel of meditation. Good luck.

Each of us lives al-one and fights a hard battle of atonement together against the ravages of time. Be soft in your slights and heavy in your praise. The secret to creativity is combination. We are stronger when we work together, and our energies amplify when we are united in perfect resonance. 

Figure out what your specialty is. I specialize in connections. Stay calm cool and collected while you practice your trade. Your attention subtly alters the functional fabric by collapsing the quantum wave function from potential to actuality. I may appear to have no feeling, but it's all bottled up inside him and completely flowing out of his instrument, his voice and body language. 

What a wise man Dr. Brutus had become in thirty minutes.

We still need to cover the different parts of your brain working together in symphony to produce our sapience. You have one hundred billion active neural cells in your brain, and a trillion supportive glial cells. These numbers are strangely parallel to the billions of stars in the Milky Way, and the eight billion humans walking on Earth’s face. 

During fetal and child development we watch as the six brains find a way to connect to each other. Six physical brain layers from 3 billion years of evolution: invertebrate (primitive functions), reptilian (fight or flight), mammalian (rewards), neocortex (sapient memory and language), prefrontal cortex (self-controller), and the most forgotten, the heart (self-generator). Later today we will cover the specific brain areas and neuromolecules in each evolutionary brain.

My life changed the day I listened to the ageless wisdom of the wizened old man. A young man traveling in Ghana, he whispered. Step into my tent, I have all the time in the world. His gentle voice crept in my ears and absorbed my memory.

Instead of listening to ‘ageless’ wisdom, I felt my mind drift away to make the to-do list in my red notebook. I could only fully pariticpate in one conversation at a time. 

In the background I heard the confident Asian student ask, “What is the kybalion of which you speak?”  

It is seven simple principles of reality. All is one mind, vibrating, rhythmic, interrelated, causal, polarized, and s-love. Sa-Ta-Na-Ma represents the four magickal corners: Birth Life Death & Rebirth. Now YVHV represents the four elements of life- the wand of fire, the sword of air, the cup of water, and the hylicles of earth. Chants and vocal vibrations advance the soul and amplify the powers of the mind

I'm laying the foundation for something that will eventually grow into a magnificent dome of solight. For the moment however, it is but a dream in my mind. For one, I would to buy an OmniCorder and an Omniphone, for information control. I also needed to look into an automobile. I should ask Elime for advice on what car to buy. I gazed back on my thoughts, and realized technology was only one part of the whole process to accomplish my goals.

Then Dr. Brutus regained my attention, now prancing around the aisles and unleashing primal screams. The entire class could scarcely hold their laughter. I could see why he had won annual awards during his academic tenure. Dr. Brutus knew how to mix it up to omniduce student passion, if you could reverse the n and i. Colorful and animated souls are often the most spontaneous, their actions directed by their emotions. People like Nikola Tesla, who had phenomenal visions of light, and dreamt of devices synonymous with spectacular possibilities. A radical visionary who imagined what "could be," I would pay anything to meet him. Katabaz had a special affinity for Tesla’s work, fancying himself an electric scientist as the Serb.

The only observable constant seems to be the pace of change. The rate of change is accelerating into the singularity, the merger of information technology and biology. Pretty soon we will gain the ultimate alchemical power of nuclear fusion, transmuting anything we wish into anything else. Our goal as psychosophers and philologians: Transform the human soul into that of a god and achieving god-like power and immortality. 

I understand the unfamiliar is at first frightening. But if you never tried anything new, you would be nowhere. Your brain has an immune system for ideas, rejecting ones unfamiliar to your memory structures. It’s interesting that humans usually find long words humorous. We like to laugh off things we don’t understand very well. To live a just life, one must generate as a god, lead as a king, and work as a tradesman. Do not underestimate, Alpha. You might not see the connections, but someone else will see them. I know you aren’t listening to me, but instead are carrying on internal conversations. I now know your mind. The OmnCapitalist is Whoat? 

A pulchritudinous blonde in the fourth row raised her hand. On the back of her polo shirt I noticed two Greek letters, delta and gamma. I wondered if Delta Gamma was a part of the omnifrat. 

She spoke nervously, as she felt out of place in the situation, “I have two problems. One, I’m not familiar with Whoat.” 

Dr. Brutus scoffed. Whoat is a combination of Who and What. Sounds like boat. Didn’t I already tell you that creativity is the secret of combination? I’ll go easy on you since it’s the first day. Sometimes shocking people into knowledge is the only thing that works. People respond to drama in the world of omni-motion. Again, I beg you to pardon my Omneologisms. Break them down and remember them etymologically, as the entymologists dissemble and reassemble the tiny tsetse fly. Smile. They are just killing f-lies.

Um… Dr. Brutus, do you mind if I go to the restroom?

Yes I do mind, young grasshopper, because you just wasted twenty seconds of your classmates’ OmniCordings. Why don’t you dare to go outside and stay silent!  Silence is better, especially in regards to waste management. The purpose of organic materials (animal and vegetable) is to maintain the fertile richness of the soil.

Okay so what about my current bathroom problem? I feel ill. Do I have to wait until the end of class? 

Dr. Brutus ignored her and continued talking: The future will waste nothing. The future will have waste tubes transporting waste to where it is most needed for fertilizing. No longer will trash sit in putrid dumpsters smelling the neighborhood and feeding sewer rats. No longer will the ground be covered with cigarette butts and broken glass. No longer will the air and water be filled with garbage. To the ignorant observer the future’s tube technology will be almost invisible, balanced with natural ecosystems while securely and sustainably fulfilling all man’s needs and wants. With adequate design we will all live as trillionaires. Our flawless self-optimizing omnitech systems will appear as notech or nature-tech. In fact we have top-notch men working on it now. 

And so the philosophical stoics, full of equipoise, would bathe your bodies in pure bliss of paradise, merging the heaven of your sporitual third eyeda and your earthly pingala, as the two become one with your dual synthesis, resonating with the electromagnetic torus around your heart. Thus your eyes become resolutely open.

The blonde finally took the not-so-subtle hint, and climbed out of her row, shooting a pensive glance at the professor, who still pretended to ignore her noisy movement. Her body seemed perfectly nipped and tucked, expertly hugging her voluptuous curves. This girl triggered a memory of my favorite caretaker Omnica dressed in flowing white clothes framed by ocean spray and the kaleidoscopic sunset. I think I belong on the beaches of this Omni-Tropic-al is-land.   

Nothing could be further from the truth. In order to maintain rule over our mechanical energy slaves, the slaves must be kept ignorant. We teach you to "have faith" and not question our wisdom, or else you will fail. The only way to learn the real truth is to find it for myself. We can never learn the real truth unless we triangulate it from all angles. Without knowing all sides, we cannot make a real choice. A child will believe an authority figure about the Boogeyman that lives in the woods at night, feeding on little lost humans. In this way, the authority will prevent the child from entering the wods. To an innocent child, the Boogeyman threat is REAL. A child has no preconceptions about the extensive use of psychological and physical weapons of carerror. Realize the reality of psychic warfare.  Myths serve those in power. I hope the Universe City don’t kick me out of my academic position for saying these occult truths. There are those who do not want us to speak. Words will retain their meaningful power. With this enunciation of truth I release the synergistic social energy inherent with creating liberty.  The truth will out. Does the Universe have a secret? If you say 'no', then you must already know everything. Human lives free Information, Energy, and Materials. We want to be free and full of joy. We are all teachers. We are all children. We are all students. Our grandchildren will perish for lack of OUR knowledge. Continue to exercise your brain as you workout its body’s muscular messengers. The young get older and start worrying about the new youth.

By hurling vicious trigger words and hate words, forcing you on the defensive, I can defeat your argument without any debate whatsoever. The coach who said a good offense is the best defense knew SPORT.  What do you think about the potential of rhetoric, Alpha?

Omnituition and Omnispiration come quicker than the lightning bolt, dragged by our bioelectric life force, the dancing bioflame igniting our souls in motion. Our thoughts review our experiential forwardings. One perception follows another. I am only once presented each moment, a wave until you focus on the wave-part-icle-s. Become one with your duality in Solomni’s temple. 

Whoa there Mr. Spoofy, my crackpot meter read off off the charts with just your first sentence! I say we harness the heat from all this BS and solve our energy problems forever! Learn the give-and-take ebb and flow of conversation, Alpha, or you will continue to stick out as a sore thumb. This is not a secluded tropical island. I will continue to remind you, as breaking old habits requires the hand of time. The emptiness in your brains represents our unfinished work here in Psych 100, until you reach the super-conscious state of the all-knowing godhead.  

I am already godlike, as every bit of reality is. It seems the world omniradially orbits me, as a stone dropped into a body of water makes spreading ripples. 

The world doesn’t revolve around your consciousness Alpha. 

No Alpha, It revolves around mine!

The small Asian spoke, his voice issuing absolute confidence, No, professor, in all due respect, you realize you speak wrongly. Objectively, the world revolves around all of our consciences, not just yours. Omnijectively we cannot escape our Mind, which cannot escape the Universe, which cannot escape our God. We can only escape ecstatically to a new now of immanent wholeness. While you look backward I am already creating the future. The most important relationship is the one you have with yourself. All other relations flow from this fundamental self-relationship.  

Dr. Brutus smiled, Well, you just about covered the hall of fame of dumb. 

The Asian’s face dropped to a frown. He bowed his head.

No I’m just kidding you. Get used to the haters telling you its hopeless. False the haters, they are automatically poor of heart.  Maybe you can be Alpha’s motivational guru. I think he needs your support. What is your name, my freshman friend? 

My name is Satama. 

I made a mental note to talk to Satama after class. I knoticed his OmniCorder and realized I could kill two birds with one stone.

The secret to life is self sufficiency- alone or in community. Then you may weather the storms and be available to help others. By giving we receive tenfold. The strong can afford to give, while the weak must hoard all they can to survive. Work smarter before you work harder, or you will look up at the sun from a hole of your own digging. I realize  

I often wonder what the three hundred students thought about during my lectures. I imagine hearing 300 simultaneous internal monologues. It would be certainly overwhelming for our serially conscious mind, to process 300 different thought trains. Its hard enough to keep track of our own. Obviously any omnitelligent machines we create will have the power to attend to a zillion things at once. We can only read one word at a time, because we have serial (one by one) language-based consciousness. If you are waiting or talking you aren’t listening. They will have a balance of parallel (simultaneous) and serial processing power. We are virtual human intelligences bound by our central executive attentive resources. We can simulate only one body-truth at a time. We cannot be in two places at once. The mechanical godslaves we build will live in omnitaneity, as they perfect omnispecialisation.

Maybe one of you has read the first chapter of our textbook, and could tell me about the effect of pheromone signals from dominant males upon brain cell regeneration in their female partners. Could you grow a few brain networks for me? I’ll be back to collect my memories from the OmniGiver. 

Dr. Brutus looked at wide eyes and sheepishly silent mouths, “This response of silence meant that my communications have failed. I figured no one read ahead. I am slightly disappointed yet not surprised. Anyway, since no one is growing any brain cells, let me ramble on for your omnidulgement. I am struck by the freedom of thought. Freedom means infinite choices. Yet only in fantasy land do we operate under no constrains. Instead we live in the world of omnistrictures. I get anxious from the dizziness of freedom. How do you own an idea, a pattern? We can think freely anywhere. Freedom is what you can unleash, which encompasses power, which only is what you can control. So OmniFreedom overpowers your selfish power. Do you have the freedom to do with your nervous system what you want? 

I spend my time teaching psychology to people like you, because I believe ultimately half of the problems of humanity will be solved in the mind-arena of the human individual, while the other half will be solved by scientific engineering and design. Our minds are everything to us. I do not, however, agree with the massive amount of pharmaceuticals being pushed on the populace for psychedelic problems. They would have pushed speed on Da Vinci to calm him in school. And Freud would be in prison for chewing coca leaves. Many of the greatest artists were certifiably insane. Art can envisage future scientific developments. Now they are considered psychotic, neurotic, and manic. Do not fear the unknown. Your best friend was at one time unknown. The omknown is the source of everything knowable. Certifiably insane I am not, because you must sit in a box for years to be qualified to diagnose me insane. Been there, spun that.” 

I objected. We can control our impulses, but you can’t. 

Shut it Alpha. Show me some respect. It’s all just words and body language. Look into my eyes, slip through secret passageways into the core of my being. 

His spontaneous form of thought reminded me of Katabaz when he engaged Beta and I in converstion. Katabaz couldn’t stick to a topic for more than a few seconds, other than the omnicrapola. I had to admit, as omni was added to more and more words, its use meant less and less. The experienced mind-engines of Katabaz and Dr. Brutus wielded many mental javelins. I could not predict his rhetorical tactics.

The Psychopoliticians will try to dumb you down with druphoo, but you must reverse their aims. Use moderately any substances you take as another neural lens through which to sample reality in formation, be it caffeine, nicotine, or alcohol. By sampling reality in every state of consciousness, you attain omnispective omnijection. Don’t let this leave the building, but I believe the global human community needs a dose of OmniSanity, in the form of neurotransport optimization. Psychic energy is not to be ignored. It has built pyramids from spiral ramps, built skyscrapers from plans on paper, and saved the life of a cancer patient. Psychic energy invented the somethings from the nothing of the creative unconscious. Become adept at directing this psychic energy and you will find your reality becomes ideoplastic to your will. Artists seem insane because they freeze the runes of the present and anticipate weird omnifuture science. Artists and musicians share their omniselfish creations with the world, and their struggle does make subtle differences. 

Who knows which butterfly will save the world? One candle can light a million others. They shine a lot of light in a subconscious pact that helps guild us from time to time, in an alliance of omnergy. This world is insane, with 8 billion chaotic co-creators observing this. It is absolutely crazy that we are made of quantum star-stuff that falls into the right places in our material bio-systems. On our huge sextillion ton obloid planet, we orbit the gigantic fluid fusion reactor called the sun. We live in electric fluids. We receive energetic plasma. The sun is an electromagnetic plasma fluid fusion reactor. The Sun drags us along its path around the Milky Way supermassive black hole, which in turn is dragged along by the Universal White hole, beyond which things get a little bizarre. 

That’s what I believe. It feels that way, I would say. It is hard being a god, and being the captain of your own ship. Divine immortality drives our natural body. It seems like sailing right into the eye of a hurricane sometimes. I have gained nerves of steel as a result of my prolonged ordeal. Well, I for one am glad you're still here and the wiser. I know how easy it can be to give up, just before you see the finish line. But as we well know, it is worth fighting for, and those rare but oh so precious moments of inner satisfaction are what I thrive on. It is the fuel that powers my whole being. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more.  

The old saying goes, Where theres a will, theres a way. What you focus on grows, and the energy you create, attracts to it similair energy in external reality. You might call me master of the obvious, but it is hard to see the invisible laws of our reality. I consider it my lifelong destiny to champion the obvious common sense. 

If you want to blame someone, blame everyone but the person in the mirror. Let the OTHER guy worry about it. Get ALL you can, WHILE you can. That's the prevailing attitude. So many people have a reckless, careless and destructive streak in them. They take miles when you give them a yard. They stand and run in circles this way, and never make any progress. That is what you want right, endless static and the satisfaction that you are always right. Well if you want to get smart, you should quickly learn to be wrong until you are all right. Eventually you will learn to be silent, after endless uncomfortable conversations. Consilience will then strike you, within the everglowing fire you set in my soul. Is this cupola empty and full of air? Everything is evolving to a better state. You will remember the divine taste of food after the daylong fast. Isn’t there OmniLogic to this madness?

I am teaching the hidden codes unlocking the best way to live.  Omni-Moderation is the path to the perfect OmniReality Show. Reject my ORS and substitute your own, you have no choice. Of Hedonism buyor beware. Dionysus subverts the relatively weak rational impulse in favor of emotional fulfillment. Beware, for reason may seem stoic, but it unveils solutions to many problems. Beware of hedonism as it focuses the mind toward the carnal.  Your peers are mostly worried about alcohol and slove, but I can tell you those drugs are a round-trip to nowhere. 

Well what’s better than pleasure? Alpha you must learn this soon or face certain peril. Self-control is the most essential part of your puzzle. Give your reason the power of your emotions, and nothing will stop you. Fuel your omnilogic with your omnemotion.

The gift of logical language sets us Omnimals apart from the animals. We are conscious of omnifinity. My great dane is stuck in fleeting neural impulses- they are sentient yet unsapient cave-dwellers peering at the holographic flickers of light and sound. Their special culture has not yet unleashed social intelligence. He could care less about infinite ideas. You couldn’t educate him if you tried. He knows only love, water, food, warmth, and comfort. When I was young I wanted to write the book, How to Get inside a Girls Head. tap into the primitive reptilian/mammalian parts of her brain, bypass her rational/critical factor. But I think it can no longer be done with a book, not just some ink smudges. You can’t save the world with a book anymore. You can barely change it. There is too much information trying to free itself. People, these days, have no time to read.

The old psychologist Plato knew how music affected society. Today’s market demands multimediart nowadays, products for which you don’t need imagination. Clear tones with divine magnificence elicited goodness and chaotic flux produced moral omniversion. The same goes for hypnotic visual scenes on your holovision, the light curves of which impact one’s thinking more than sound curves of music. Which is my voice? There are so many conversations at this moment, yet only one visual scene scene from three hundred perspectives. Everything depends on your point of view. I know of nothing else that unifies us like the sun. What can compare to the rhythm of the sun? 

Dr. Brutus pressed a button and the windows changed from a opaque to completely translucent. The sudden sunlight blinded us. On the outside of these windows there are photovoltaic cells turning the insolation into electricity for lighting and Air conditioning. The retellings are just as important as the original- sometimes even more so, depending on the stylistic skill of the artist. Practice makes perfect, don’t ignore clichés because they are clichés. Ignore them because you have already omniternalized them. Do you know what I am not saying? 

I stood up. Stay conscious when acting at first, before you remember your subconscious talent, and finally showcase your unconscious style in omniconscious perfection. Relax your jaw and create the goodness that is your birthright. I want to invenst Spotilm’s capital into Solar energy. Solar energy provides enough for an amazing global economy. Already we use the ancient organic geo-solar-battery called fossil fuels, the fruit of billions of life years. Did you know the biggest organism on the planet is a fungus covering at least 2200 acres three feet underground in an Oregon forest?

Okay Mr. Know it all. You think you are an exception to the rules of life. You think you can conquer death itself. 

But Reason is cold and inhumane. Emotion drove the heroic souls of history to great achievements, through unwavering devotion to their central purpose. Things are not so cut and dried. Emotion has never steered me wrong. I enjoy feeling them and pondering them. Do not underestimate the power of our belief. The emotive power of the youth will overgrow the repressive nonsense of the old and deteriorating infrastructure. In its place the omnew omnisystem will omniflower. 

He cut me off. There is no valid reason you should be hearing this blasphemy. Alpha, you will learn, as you whittle away your time in distraction, that one must turn a cold face to loving distractions in order to keep a warm house.  Procrastination will get you nowhere off the island. We have too many roads to travel.

I refuse to accept your rules, Dr. Brutus.

Good goood, I want more than anything for you to do the impossible. But it will take more than hopes and emotional spirit. I OmniSpect your omni-motion, but it will take the collective omnilogic of the entire planet, as our externalized nervous system weaves a flawless tapestry of heavenly global transport.

I retorted, “Your tests will be a joke if this is the best you can muster.”

I would never whip out my secret weapon on the first class. You have seen only glimpses of my ever-evolving genius. 

I loved Dr. Brutus’ sarcasm. 

Be like water, Alpha. I implore you to help yourself help others, there is always someone bigger smarter richer and higher than yourself. Just because you have hallucinations a notch above the rest does not change external reality in your favor. You have to work for what you deserve. You can refuse to believe this empirical fact- your belief can change somethings, as you hallucinate your omnilusional reality into existence. Create the world you want to live in. I know Good God is the only power in the universe: Universal Gomni, or whatever you want to call he/she/it. Everything else is but shadow - a creation of the dualistic ego-based mind. Mind generates the separation. This GOD so to speak is a vast wave of intelligence that encompasses and in fact IS all things. The omnidoxical nature of our tangled hierarchy balances upon a transcendent omnisumptive level. God has given you the capacity to reengineer your holographic experience, or your perceptual reality, by changing what kind of energy or awareness you give back. But being cocksure will not ensure success. Don’t get lost in your arrogance. Always chart a path back from egotistical thought and into the realization of the cosmic creative source 

I repeat myself as our DNA replicates: Be like water, Alpha. For water benefits all, yet goes against none. It provides for all people. It can solidify, liquefy, and vaporize, and become charged plasma. We can power our galactic civilization on biomass wind water and sun. Biomass Wind Water and Sun are merely atomic motion and nuclear fusion (solar energy). 

As Dr. Brutus talked my face off, I put on an attentive smile and made eye contact. I can’t wait to drive around and see all the beautiful faces. For some reason the blonde attracts my eyes. There seems to be a lot of brightly color blonde haired young ladies on campus. I overheard Frandy saying that the Columbus campus contained the largest concentration of beautiful and young single women in the world. I figured he was over-exaggerating. I am realizing spoetic license is not scorned. On the island we pursued the OmniTruth through areas of high and low pressure. Here in capitalist reality, year 2022, people just want something in which to lose their selves. Each new friend is a world to explore, and lover to love, a new perspective. I have seen the potential of cooperative human consciousness, in the eight billion interacting neural systems on the global PIME-ST Omnetwork (People InfoMassErgy through Space-Time). What’s with all these acronymeds? They will confound you until you realize the shorthand. Why hate when we will pay you to create? I forget this over and over. I kick myself again and again for getting lost in the moment and forgetting my true self. I get frustrated with my personal weaknesses. Yet the only physical resource I lack is time. Just look around. Space, energy, and people are fairly unlimited. When it comes down to it, everything gets better if you refine your concentration. 

Be sympathetic and kind, without allowing others to exploit you. Optimize tit for tat, like mutual back scratches. But how will you know whom to trust in this maelstrom of colliding psychic energies? I sense a profound level of cognitive dissonance in this room. We are at the intersection of overflowing energies.

Don’t underestimate the intelligence of your audience. Didn’t you say something like that about twenty minutes ago? This is a lecture, not a conversation period.

No I said don’t underestimate ME, Alpha. If you had an OmniCorder you would know this. Stop this traveling transport nonsense. I am not changing my delivery for you Alpha, not this day, not tomorrow, not Nevar! Ain’t no changing in me, because I stop time with my freestyle getaways through the pipeline, you can get anything you want to get.

Are you showing weakness professor? Trying to baffle us with confounding lyrics. You say so much but convey so little. Your assault on my conscience has left my intellect feeling 'knocked up one side and down the other.’ To be honest, I feel like I’m gambling at an omninsane casino, like your mental filter and ever spellcheck has gone haywire. 

I’m scared to die, scared my heart will give out, and I just want to live forever in peace.

  I am an OmniRealist. If you don’t know, ask, most people will be glad to teach. Please reject my reality and substitute your own. You cannot fight my battle, and I cannot fight yours. We eternally struggle to survive. I wonder sometimes, why more don’t people wish for omnisurvival? Are you really that bored in infinity? Believe in yourself above all else. It's better to pick the fights you can win than to waste effort on those you can't. Defeat Never, Victory Forever. Life is so much bigger than I can say with verbal grafitti.

I think you are more the master of hypocrisy than the obvious.

Thanks Alpha, for your poisoned verbal darts. You should stick to positivity, because your attacks have no bite. Let me tell you about this guy Mill who said, One person with a belief is a social power equal to 99 who have only interests.” 

Both the professor and I spoke at the same time.

What are you, a random quote generating humandroid?

Moment by moment the opportunity to act is lost or realized. Keep the channel open. Failure to act assures all is impossible. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. The OmniMan is artist, engineer, businessman, lover, dancer, animal, and creator. We are not just cogs in the infernal machean but rather creative reflectors of the ALL endowed with free choice. Upwards we ascend collectively and individually. Our choices eternally affect our lives and our family friends & fools. Everything is inside your head. 

Dr. Brutus Paused.

I’ll catch up later with you guys, I’ve got to finish studying. That is the type of thought process required to produce millionaires. Listen to the softest voice your hear.

The two main non-pharmaceutical therapies with which I deal are Cognitive ('how you think') and behavioural ('what you do'). Similarly there are two powers in the world- mind and sword (force). The sword is always overpowered by the mind in the long run. We live in the dying past, expect the present, and the future is a present manifestation of memory. I daydreamed of late night swims in the clear moonlight. I missed Omi’s musical architecture. Wild electric jazz and classical guitar emanated nightly from the various shapes of musical structures. 

The brunette on my right with scarred cheeks tapped my shoulder and whispered, “Lip chap?”

Excuse me?

“Neverime, I found some in my purse.” 

  I'm completely misunderstood a lot, never so much as when I try to explain myself. I guess that’s why I became a teacher to show you how much of a tool that I am, so you would go out in the world and make a difference, instead of flapping your vocal chords from an ivory tower. I am motor memory. We are Memories in motion. Thanks for the lack of comments. I know my classes can be overbearing at times, with the paucity of information, but stick with it- you are 80 percent done for today.  

Dr. Brutus, do we have souls?

It is time that grown-ups stopped believing in Santa, Elves, Ghosts, Souls, Gods, and even the Flying Spaghetti Monster. There is mystery enough in the Universe without humans weaving supernatural falsehoods into the fabric of society. Our soul is our breathe, there is no eternal entity which lives on to an afterlife. There is a magic life-force- brains and biochemistry evolving over billions of years of omnatural gambling. We need to work on improving our health and our lives. 

Whether someone other than you believes in souls or whether, like you, they worship the complex waveforms otherwise known as self, why would you choose to denigrate them for their life-style choice when it affects you not in the least? Here’s a quote for you, professor. "If I err in belief that the souls of men are immortal, I gladly err, nor do I wish this error which gives me pleasure to be wrested from me while I live," by Marcus Aurelius Cicero.

And what about the perpetual motion machine of a universe? Grow up! You stopped believing in Santa Claus, why do you

need to believe in souls and god and other supernatural claptrap?? Did your religion make any breakthroughs that advanced our thinking in the past 100 years? No really, did it predict the Earth revolving around the sun? Did it predict atoms, DNA, virus, RNA, black holes, the speed of light, chemical reactions? Does religion cure cancer? The OmniScientist will dissolve every problem. 

Souls? Human beings don't have souls. They have bowls. Giant bowls of pasta. With meatballs and sauce. ARRRRGGHHH!

Everyone just wants to scream over each other

Actually you must be a pseudo-scientist to believe science should ignore the power of omnidividual spirituality, as produced by omneural processes. However, today there's omNO evidence of the existence of the immaterial soul. As neurology can vouch, what a person is depends directly on neuronal connections. Damage the brain and you damage the person.

If you have no soul, then you are merely a biological machine. Everything you do is just 'crunching numbers' and you have no free will. You look backwards and pretend you acted in the here or now. You are 'predetermined' by your background, programming, and environment. Imagine two computers in love. But false all that! I am a soul survivor learning chaos magick. Anything that breathes IS a soul. It’s all inside our minds. 

I stood up and my classmate paused his speech. I said, I think it is all inside our hearts. 

Yeah right, did you read that on a Hallmark card?

Satama spoke from his seat. Leave us alone, Dr. Brutus, we are better off without your brutal slove.

A tall blonde in the front row climbed onto her chair and stepped onto her desk. She wore purple lipstick with blue eyeshadow and towering black high heels. 

We are Americans! We believe in magic and shun science…/faceplant… derrrr…Owww!

GAH! See what happens when you fail to think before you act. If you can't separate fact from fiction; it's no wonder you believe in childish things like souls and spirits; and ghosts and goblins and unicorns and Mrs. Claus. It is fascinating the lengths that people go to so as to deny death. Keep those rose-colored glasses on.

Satama smiled and responded, You neglect a room full of magical miracles. Satama then gestured at the class. Keep fighting for the fountain of life, Alpha

Spoey. I pledge my life to help you.

The universe is God's great drama, and God is the stage, the actors, and the audience all at once. The title of this epic drama is "The Great Unknown Outcome." Throw in potent elements like passion, love, hate, good, evil, free will; and who knows what will happen? No one knows, and that is what keeps the universe interesting. But everyone will have a good time. And there is never really any danger, because everyone is really God, and God is really just playing around.

The class cheered as he sat down. I felt a warm rush of energy at their support.

How typical, everyone follow the Alpha. Can’t you think for yourselves? Alpha is a confused freshman. He talks big about altruism, but he is omniselfish, thanks to his feral childhood.

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We are all (with a few tragic exceptions) conscious, but to imbue 'consciousness' with some special quality such as a 'soul' that has the capacity to leave the body is, as you say, a matter of belief. Why do you believe that the soul is something else than what resides as neural connections in your brain? Feeling something does not make it true except in your own head.

Can we really mix science and religion? The former is based in trial and error, looking for evidence. The latter is based on faith something you *have to believe* to be saved. 

Someone yelled out, THE SPIRITUAL REALM EXISTS! 

Who said that?!

Again Satama stood up and spoke, Alduous Huxley wrote, "How it is that anything so remarkable as a state of consciousness comes about as a result of irritating nervous tissue, is just as unaccountable as the appearance of the Djinn, when Aladdin rubbed his lamp." I love how in the Matrix Neo always felt there was something more to life; that's how I feel. There is more to life than a brain firing chemicals and a bunch of physical sensory. 

Dr. Brutus interrupted the spontaneous classroom discussion. Ahhhh, I love when these discussions arise. The "Luddites" rail against this, claiming we make ourselves god. Then "Technophiles" respond with shrill insistences on the inevitable features of a particular technology. Both sides scream so loud, the moderate (and usually correctly balanced) "proceed with caution according to real benefits" crowd gets drowned out.

Dr. Brutus grabbed his notebook and smashed it against his desk. The people sleeping jolted up in their sleep. 

Good finally I get some spirit from this group. I was beginning to call the ambulance on you folks.

See how noises drive you kooky. That buzzing fly was annoying me. My grandfather told me to maintain eccentricity to live long.

I thought of the flurry of messages Dr. Brutus had relayed. 

If you want to blow your mind thinking about something unfathomable, try to imagine just how FREAKING BIG space is. If Space is energy and energy is motion, then Space is motion. So really, it makes more sense to simply say that there is just omniSpace, which becomes omnithing, and omnithing moves!  No matter how hard you try; you cannot even get a basic grasp on how large space truly is. The thought that has your current focus seems to be the only one.

Call me next time you need a running partner. We are going frolfing tomorrow after class. Didn’t your father tell you to spiral the football by whipping your wrist like hammering a nail? It beats working out doesn’t it buddy, Dr. Brutus laughed as his pinched the lanky guy’s arms in the front row. I think his alpha male humor appealed to the girls. In this dog eat dog world are you prey or predator? Do you have to be both? Our aggressiveness put us on the top of food chain. Humans are territorial. Give me land and stay away. Moral is a mechanism that appeared during evolution that keeps us safe from ourselves. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. The easiest thing to do is never the best thing to do.

Apperception is a very powerful thing to a person, with our seem to have a driving need to define/categorize environmental energy flux. Strategic appellation of nominal signifiers controls your perception. I am motor memory. So much of what means to be is motor memory. We are the stability in this world of unending change. We see a symphony of color as everything comes together.

At its heart, the science of Information Technology will grow and consume all other industries. Biology is a form of information technology - the information contained in the DNA/RNA and mitochondria define the outcome of the biological organism - they are the software that comprises us. Watch things get weirder as our planet grows its own nervous system in the form of the OmniWeb, Omnet, or whatever you want to call it.

This is the fusion of biology and information technology commonly called the technology singularity and which, I'm convinced, is happening all around us. Slow at first, growing towards advancing rapidly. I see it in software, networks, information technology, science, medical technology, and manufacturing. Everything is evolving towards the state of perfection. It's amazing, exciting, and thrillingly dangerous all at once. I honestly thing that we'll either pull it off, and move beyond evolution to create an entirely new form of life, or destroy ourselves and regress to bacteria, rodents, insect life. The biggest gamble in the history of the universe. Did I say this already? Sometimes I forget what I said only a few minutes before the present. 

Yes professor, you have talked about this information-bio merger at least three times. It’s not novel, nor interesting to anyone besides the nerds.

Either way, we aren't in Kansas, anymore. We’re actually in Ohio at the moment, the heart of the heart of it all. We will be able to upload our brains into computers capable of simulating an entire human existance in a fraction of a second. The rate of technological change synergistically continues to accelerate. Funny thing about exponential curves- it always looks like you are always on the 'flat' part when you are looking towards the future. It is only when comparing to the past while ignoring the future that it looks like you are on the steep part.

Everyone is their own god. This is the god honest truth. You must know your role, if you dare to worship yourself. I know my role is to write my life into the stars, full throttle ahead as I grow beautiful world-saving vertical gardens. Make the best of what you can that’s all I’ve ever lived by, and see where that takes you. Absorb completely your surroundings. Persistance through all difficulties is essential. You are your own best friend or worst enemy. It all depends on your OmniSpectral filters. Everything depends on the level of your perspective. Everything is GOOD. There is nothing but GOOD. All is well and things are only getting better. This is my omniframework. Excuse me for my repetitions, but some things need to be highlighted. What do you want to be when you grow up?  I want to be an artist, entrepreneur, engineer, researcher, teacher, father, friend, and dedicated husband. I want to be founder and designer of the OmniPhilm.

I feel like I’m hearing the catalog of all the clichés. We develop clichés for evident truths in our reality.  I can’t give you all the secrets, or you will avoid valuable experience. So I give you generalities in this world of Omnitails.

You are the cinematographer of your life. Look back and reflect upon the truth of it all. I sit here and sneeze with you all. We laugh about our troubles and smiling through the day. Because we knew the next morn the same bunch of trouble come rumbling in. I’ll whisper words of poetry amidst amazing realities with everything you want at your disposal. 

  No one laughed, even though the viscous sarcasm dripped from his words.

The acts of goodness, by omnigiving of ourselves, we too receive of others. Deep threads bind us all into the energetic space-time tapestry. Moenoi is the timeline. All one can do is reorganize the tapestry. What do you think of termite cities of pleasure? I am asking all of you what you think of the human race acting as technomnisects. You are all drones, you live your lives for other peoples’ lies. The cities look like termite colonies. 

We need to replace violent brown energy with intelligent green energy. 

Dr. Brutus snorted. Stop burning sht, HA! There’s no way we will ever stop burning sht, we will become better and better at controlling sht-burning and shooting sht around.  I remembering feeling my mental energies seep into the surrounding plants. I am the OmniMan- Animal of these plants. Stuck on this planet for now.  I became aware of the 99.9% of the IAenergy Omnrgy that I had not expended. 

Dr. Brutus still wouldn’t stop. I was beginning to get really bored by his psycho-babble. He had provoked so many questions that my brain could barely process half of it. 

He talked more OmniFoolishness: When you do something, ask yourself if it will benefit someone. Once you start to work its not so hard to get lost in it. Stuck scraping away at the OmniCrystal. An OmniVolution begins with OmnIdeology. Concentrate on the most important parts of information flow. My hairs were light strands and everything around me glowed, and moved to say hello. I see visual monologic. I see simultaneous conversations. 

I make my reality how I want it to be. I will design undesirable elements out of the equation. I am checking your mental deposits to see if your dock system supports transmittance. Your loves lose your attention in my assault. They don’t deserve to be around in your mind as options when you seek the best things you can get. Can you keep up with me? Notice my tracks as your arrive. 

I am Geophiliac, trying to change the world in my own subtle way. I find this time absolutely psychedelicious. Watch more holovision! Sorry about that, I just used only my LEFT side of the brain for a second. What a mess. Radical wingnuts should start using both cortical halves. That would be a defining moment in human history, finding the neural balance. You are the uou looking for the uou seeking you. How much does pselling really matter? Paradoxes and contradictions propel the omniverse. How does that sea shell sound when you hold it to your ear? 

The room was silent. Boy this guy was boring. I couldn’t wait to leave this class. I don’t think psychology will help me grow my family’s company. My entrepreneurship class at 230 preceded my economics class at 430. I would have to run fast between classes to be on time for economics in Ramsayer.

I know there are a lot of ideas out there. Most will fall through your memory hole, but we'll get one stuck in your head, eventually, and that one will make all the difference in your grade. Remember, I have great respect for those with mathematical knowledge superior to my own. Feel free to correct me.

Think about that time before separate species. Life was one big soup of swirling stuff. Genes traveled horizontally through bio-membranes, sharing and optimizing their precious information. Then the OmniSelfish cell, anticipating you by three billion years, isolated itself from the community with thick fat membranes. It kept its treasure for itself. Now witness OmniSapiens creating omnew biotechnology, to resuscitate the ancient skill of horizontal technological transport, transporting genes from equations to ideas to virii to microbes to plants to animals to humans, mixing the boundaries between species. Witness the OmniDarwinian era, when all share in the goodness of the OmniSource, as open source gift sharing is extended from the exchange of software information patterns to hardware energetic goods and human sporits. Then the evolution of life will once again be communal, as it was in the good old days before separate species and intellectual property were invented. 

Living in this sunny keyhole of 12:34PM daylight on a September Wednesday in 2022, I made a mental note to remember something.  I try to tune into the long-winded professor. I was growing tired of his nonsensical rantings. My how my thoughts cycled up and down. So changed my opinion of Dr. Brutus. Fickle am I. He lacked brevity, though.  I noticed he inverted language, saying one thing when he meant for us to learn another. He employed omnisarcasm, reverse psychology, and passive aggressive attacks on the whole class. Was this just a test, a personal immediate exam, or was this his normal teaching style?

He droned on, on his now monotone voice. Was he a robot? “Be brave, be daring, have joy.  Study Greek and Latin and you might cure cancer. Gnothi Seauton. Know thyself. Love to know your enemy. You hate me by now for cooping up here the gorgeous first class.”

  Suddenly I made eye contact with a girl ten seats down. The rows were curved so we shared the same latitude. Her pink shirt and piercing blue eyes scintillated my eyes.

Psychological warfare is one of the Anti’s favorite domains. They can delude the minds of with so many various techniques, it makes it impossible for so many to fight back. The anti-masters of lying are demons of decomposition. Quietly I wondered if Dr. Brutus wasn’t a secret anti. Their "what about this..." quality " makes them the mightiest counterpart to the OmniParty. Well I will end with that. I haven’t talked enough about the ancient philosophers, but I can see people are about to reach for their pistols. Have a great Wednesday. 

Papers rustled and chairs scraped.

Just kidding, did you really think I was going to let you go…time check…an hour before the end.  The Omnational OmniStates of OmniMerica are in an omnifarious struggle against Anti-Radicals. Choose between victory and surrender, we must.

Groans and angry whispers erupted.

Silence my minions! This class is two times a week, but its one hour and forty eight minutes, no less.

Didn’t he just say the opposite? Everything is absurd. There are 400 million kings in America. Do you want to live? Then come with us. There is always something else we should be doing. The quality of your intelligence varies. The omniluminati omnites omnians omnati lead us with their blinding light. 

Didn’t I tell you about word economy in the smallest box possible?

Did you know we have SIX brains? 

Really I thought we had one.

Don’t we have seven?

Amoeba/Reptile/Mammal/NeoCortex/Prefrontal Cortex/Heart 

We must build the omniview to aid our IAM (Info, Aenergy, Mass) neuro-transport. Every physical transport will be perfected and self-optimizing. 

Yeah, Dr. Crackpot, maybe in a hundred years. You underestimate the barriers to perfection. You overestimate the moral progress or man.

I ignored him and said, “When the tools work themselves all will be fine.”

Those are your thoughts, not mine. 

Actually those are Aristotle’s. Everyone fights a brutal battle for life.

You are not hearing this. 

You are playing games with language. 

You are a crank. I’m sorry to rain out your narcist parade. The truth is often uncomfortably pleasant.

Isn’t it narcissist?

Does it really matter?

Does anything matter, Dr Brutus? You know for someone who pretends to be an OmniLogic guy, you certainly have mastered the dialectic of omnihilism vs antism. What motivate you Dr. Brutus to swing your message like a Chuck Norris roundhouse?

I’m not forcing you to absorb at my information patterns. Society is made of fighting egos, bundles of love and fear creating meaning. Time is wealth. So maximize your pleasure and minimize your pain. There is always a way around below or above. Your mind is the best servant but the worst master. God is change, people today, they have no time to read, god is changeless. We are intelligent god-like beings trapped inside animalistic vehicles, the human predicament unlike any others. Develop your OmniDiscrimination, OmniSelection, and OmniChoice in this world of constant change. Stability is luxury. The more things change the more same they stay. Mind over moving matter yes there’s a lack of syntax, Mommy, please think of our timid freshmen company and fill the seven facial portals with 5W1H:

What Where When How Why Who?

That would mean you keep it simple silly professor, but you don’t. Realistic literature would encapsulate the mystery of our lives, the omnique omnigma.

Ahhhhhchoooo! 

God bless you! 

I use the Omni’s Word to precisely determine the type of idea we are working with, by taking them to their logical end. This OmniGuide is addressed to the fearless few. I will lose most people with the endless OmniNeologisms. But ideas and mind are unlimited. Psychological is controversial, because we form our consciousness. I guess it all depends on what the definition of is, is. But all this omnalysis leads to endless theorizing, navel gazing and eventual paralysis. Right now we waste precious time reflecting past creations instead of creating the present.

Blasted an epiphany revealed my destiny to start a moderate from the omnis, into the omnimoderates, to balance the ANTI and OMNI forces. 

Well, people like Alpha don't have the experience nor the knowledge to make a sensible opinion. You try to do ten things at once, thing seven things simultaneously, and you end up accomplishing no thing like Alpha Merica.

Professor, spose you can take your ad hominems, your exaggerations your disrespectful tone, and shove it into logical fallacies. I know their works.

The Professor cackled a grin. But I’m omniserious.

Your audio curves inspire a desire for possession. I will never lose anything again. Onward to the unlimited future supplying world’s energy’s needs with water, soligh omnifusion, and wind. 

You can’t bore people into coming to class, but you can scare them into coming here. I cannot help but omniconfuse your richly furnished minds. 

My class must be easier to attend than skip. 

So what? So how does all this knowledge help us? What 

if I was to tell you that all the secrets to the universe were revealed this quarter in my class? Would that impress you?

As I kid I always liked the thought of opposite day I thought it showed psychedeliciously the delusion of language as memory curves, by saying if its opposite day, then it’s the opposite of opposite day, which is regular day, the inherent contradictions in thought/spoken/written energy curves, the chasm between the OmniVerse and signifying curves on a sign’s surface.

As a doctor of society I shall prescribe the necessary medicine, in the form of an OmniPlan. The key to optimizing any system is to harmonize all the factors so they all come together in parallel. We are OmniSolvent. 

The only law: do no harm. We need a medical society to rejuvenate our being. 

Find the OmniVerb. I’m OmniSerious.

I looked down again at my to-do list. It read: “Buy an OmniPhone and OmniCorder.” On the next line, I wrote down: Build the OmniPalace. it takes one man his lifetime to build a castle, OmniPhone a little dust changes your reality forever, giving tiny children speed, alcohol and tobacco are the holy sacrificial omnipharms. 

Out of quantum chaos of the brain, reforming consciousness of proteins, biocodes, sugars, and walls of sticky fat with electromagnetic gap junctions, panexin, connexin, gamma beta alpha theta and delta waves, serotonin dopamine GABA glutamate glycine oxytocin cannabinoid endorphin histamine vanilla. To all those who listen I warn you: avoid substance P.

Each term triggers a different response in every person every single time they recreate it. Look up these terms before our next class.

Is this class just pointless memorization of your meaningless rants?

You are merely an annoying hair in my eye. Can’t you just go on television or something?  Your grandfather

I thought to myself. I should start a holovision radio station from the OmniBar. I forgot to write it down on my to-do list, because my gaze fell upon. Love the talent in the capital city, the cbeasy, the cbusta bust, capital pump of Omniperial’s heartstate Ohio.

There you go again, are you even speaking English? Is anyone out there?

I wanted to make an omnirestaurant, create an omnipet, create the automatic dential omnident, create the omnibar business, build the omnipalace on the seas, build huge water/air filters, omnidomes for vertical PIME production on the farms, create the omnitect device, the omnicleaners, the structure-extruding robots, the solar philm, the fields of flexible displays, the omniJuice, the omnibeer, the omnisauce, and that is where I’ll stop for now. But I couldn’t focus on the most important actions in the present. I was caught in the future and the past, which draws you away from optimizing the present. Learn do I the knowledge of this tragicomedic omniverse of infinite beauty and power.

Compare the risks and rewards of long-term energetic, spatial, temporal investments, while keeping in mind the constraints of the OmniFact. Out of quantum OmniChaos our electromagnetic gravichemical optical sound brains constructs ordered mono-scenes. 

Why do you test us with your pseudo-scientific baloney? 

Not every path can end successfully. Success lies partly in mindset and partly in results. Immerse success in every fiber of your being.

You must learn skepticism- that is one purpose. Develop your critical faculties, or you will be in critical condition. College is rough. There is brutal professors, stupid friends, drunk teenagers, not enough time, and way too many distractions.

You can only change the future.

Correct. You have only said that ten times today.

Welcome to the universe, according to our best knowledge, you are, at very least, the 8 billionth smartest entity around. Congratulations, for this achievement you receive daily doses of solar energy, beautiful blue sky of the spirit bringing atmosphere, blowing winds of solar plasma, blue ocean waters, green life, an earth stocked with companions for pleasurable business activity, mobilized with expert visionary leadership. We employ our calculated strategies through all realities simultaneously. We engineer complicated manipulations of an OmniDimensional omNature. What can you do with that? 

In earnest I study peoples’ motivations. Do you seek sporitual self-actualization above and beyond the Physion9?

Info, energy, oxygen, water, food, sleep, WM, slove, and sport

President Clinton spoke at our Ohio State commencement. He reminded us that everyone is 99.9% genetically identical. All our differences are 0.1%. We share. We all won the great fallopian tube race, out-swimming ten million sperms to get inside the egg. We were all born naked. Equal amounts of Love, Discipline, and Truth are necessary for the correct emotional growth of a child. You want things to matter and they do. Every single physical detail matters to me. I work in the omnilab as an omniscientist! Remove the omni and it might make sense to the nomnis. I want to be a good parent. I want to do everything right. I won’t do anything wrong. 

We chortle at befuddling phenomena. Instead of an omniscientific model we weave metaphorical myths about things we choose not to understand. Most people do not care about absolute objective truth in their relatively subjective reality. People lose their minds in crowds and regain their reason individually. Many of you would believe anything you see on holovision or everything your professor says. 

WAKE UP! It’s just all fun and game-sports interlaced lines/omnilaced interlines. 

Alpha, you need therapy. Have you seen a psychiatrist? They could prescribe you pharmaceuticals for your mental problems.

No professor. It is you who needs therapy, not me. You will never get the pleasure of seeing me an in a straitjacket. I am only a newbie, an outsider to this Columbus madness. I kind of like it though. I am wise to your spiritual technology, old professor. I will create beings to remember your consciousness when you are gone.

Is there any connection or structure to your lecture material?

Does brain think you or do you think your brain?

Huh?

Reality is the dream of Omnymous Eva - OmniiVersal sentient being. Do you realize, in the truth of your being, that you are the totality itself- total aloneness and total oneness? You may decide the final truth is illusion. Please realize the illusion is physical, a fine straw to grasp for truth. Please prolong our physical omnilusions. 

Innocent young students…do not fall victim to the antis’ deception. The antis are pure evil, and super supremacist in their thought patterns. They can justify any amount of chaos and destruction, pain and suffering, and wealth transfer or pilfering. The antidictate is “profits above all.” Given enough punishment, all the people in any time or place are susceptible to hypnotic control, by traumatizing the brain to compartmentalize memory and personality. They will drug you, shock you, hypnotize you, restrain you, and any other methods of ritual trauma used to fracture one’s unified character into specific viral mind programs. This is their antideology: The world through the eyes of the anti, there is no God, no afterlife, and consequently, no conscious. The real deal according to antists is, through their antideology, they are supreme beings that walk the earth, they have super intellects, and their destiny is to rule the world.

We must dismantle antis and the carerrorist infrastructure. 

I wondered the connections between the antis, omnis, and the carerrorists. I figured Katabaz somehow tied together the antis and the carerrorists. 

I hope I frightened you enough to avoid the antis.

Now onto positive subjects.

Behold five PIME transport dimensions: 

1D People, 2D Information, 3D Materials, 4D Energy, 5D Consciousness

Embrace this moment. Remember our eternal birthright. All pain is illusion. I celebrate my nourishing home Earth. Before men become SuperMen, to preserve the integrated being, and acknowledge this rank casual hungry smelly sweaty lusting transitory body, real talk of my oozy pulpy liquid-bag-swollen body, spongy bones, living blood, tiny hairs and bejeweled sex. I love and celebrate it all. Godlike animals we are. Lie where falling angel meets rising ape. Humans represent a symbol-producing, symbol-using class of life. Through scrawling numeric symbols we manipulate energy. Our ability to move and be moved by symbols is unique among species. Symbols communicate ideas, the guiding force of humaneural life. Set in formation energetic forces by arranging symbols in certain formulats. TechnoMonkey mimes OmniSapien. What else can I do? I will replace the anti-rational influences of post-modernism, post-structuralism, and deconstructionism, with OmniDoctrination: OmniModernism, OmniStructuralism, Omniconstructionist, OmniReason, OmniLogic, OmniFormation, Omnitemperation, and most importantly, OmniHumanism. OmniControl for OmniFreed-om. The essence of mind-control is omnicontrol of omniformation. Professor, can you be a bit less complex? I’m not Omni-Familiar. Could you put it into laymen’s terms? Your OmniSystem of OmniPlexic language overwhelms me.

I have a problem with breaking the rule of consicity and uneologistic languagal expression. You can’t stay with me, and that is my fault.

Complex systems only seem complex if they are not understood, as interconnecting simple components. I promise you understand these truths when you desire omnitruth as you breathe oxygen in the very air. When anti-truth arises, one automatically lies in the limitations of symbolic signs in this world of ultra-significance.  He knows truth but stays silent. His friend knows not truth, but will not shut up, for the spoken truth is not the truth. Indeed, to speak is to lie. So maybe Alpha was onto something when he called me a liar. By this logic, alpha too is a liar. 

I could not stand another minute of this madness. I thought he would end by now. Most teachers would not dare abuse the lectern on the first day of class. Apparently Dr. Brutus had no such qualms, for he figuratively smashed our skulls against the pavement. The eccentric professor lacked an economy of words. He could omit many needless words in his speech patterns. I had to admit though- his boring harangues made it easy to daydream uninterrupted.  I looked forward to my more practical classes. So what if I had three brains, or six brains? How did that help me rescue my parents from the dangerous forces Katabaz? How did that help me grow SpoTilm? How did that help me invest my time wisely? I suspected Dr. Brutus of distracting me from my important tasks in the name of Omni. I had already bored of this Omni-nonsense from my OmniCapitalist upbringing on Omnisland. Was Dr. Brutus an omni too? Or was he a secret anti? I hated these deceitful dual contradictions.

Conflicting messages are applied to different opportunities. Your argument depends on the situation. There is more than one way to press a key. One man’s advice is another’s death sentence. What matters more, what you say or how you say it?

Mind into matter, mind over matter, mind against matter, mind under matter.

The secret is that none of these words matter. Action matters. Physics defines action as the product of momentum and distance traveled, or, equivalently, energy and time.  Try honest work. It transforms your measly thoughts and tiresome speech into dynamic results. You can’t earn a Henry Ford reputation based on what you want to do.

Even if today blinded you are by the value of psychological concepts, slowly you’ll learn the political potency of practicing psychological powers. Then will you appreciate with my oral semiotics? Can you focus on my verbal vibrations from rapid pulsing of our vocal cords? Someday, telepathy will be the norm, when we have better communication systems than flapping flesh. Until then, resonate my sound curves. 

Dr. Brutus sipped his mug. Did anyone buy the textbook for this class?

About a third of the class raised their hands.

Good. I won’t be testing you from the book this quarter. All the exam questions will come straight from my sound curves?

A general groan went up the classes.

Can’t you give us lecture slides or use the textbook? 

Haha you expect me to give you light curves? I should give you all As too. Then I’d get fired. And Mrs. Brutus would have my ears in her food processor. 

Teacher, this is a stupid question…But what are sound curves?

Dr. Brutus fumed and stared the kid straight in the eyes. 

I’LL SHOW YOU SOUND CURVES!! He bellowed as he fired an air horn.

My eardrums rang from his sound curves.

Don’t give me those deer in the headlights look. Out of sign out of mind. I know light curves in one eye out the other, but sound curves you can feel in this world of omnemotion. Why can’t we have both light and sound curves from which to learn? I’m sure the other 100 teachers use powerpoint as a visual learning aid! In one I out the other.

If you want more light and sound just pay attention? My optical form and audio curves don’t sate you?  Gee you guys are needy. Tell you what. I’ll see if I can’t whip up some OmniSlides at which you may gaze.

A huge bearded man on the end of an aisle stood up. 

I could almost hear his thoughts: I’m out of here. This professor is distorting my thoughts with non-sense.

“Prof I am offended by your spontaneous lack of structure.”

Dr. Brutus targeted the fleeing student. “What’s a matter freshman, did my truth TNT blast your mind. It’s okay, you coward, go to the bar, and forget your problems. Escapists, all of you! The psyche of the normal college freshman borderlines somewhere between I don't give a sht and its not my problem. Cognitive dissonance, as you feel the emotional pain of perceptual collision. Your conscience wants to stay but you are also deeply scared.” 

Dr. Brutus turned his back to the class for a moment. 

I want you to realize the power of your mind, your spirit, your body, your Sol. You can accomplish anything you want scientifically. As you think, so shall you profit. That is my ultimate purpose, to help you realize your OmniVirtues: Truth Honor honesty loyalty sportsmanship justice kindness compassion consideration self-control tolerance forgiveness benevolence respect dignity friendliness vigilance balance love hospitality industry self-reliance and integrity. 

I’m sure you could add thousands more in your own living languages, but time is of the essence and you have already skimmed to this point. Our OmniSelf-consciousness symbolizes our copasetic ascendance, separating us from the beasts in the field.

I can and will change everything for the better. I must optimize this jungle. 

Alpha, I appreciate your optimism, but you must come to terms with the chasm between your wishes and your powers.  Not many people are delusional as you. 

Omni optimizes transport. You cannot stop it. 

I can only laugh at your foolhardy yet poignant hopes. You will need more than wishes and hopes to accomplish your nebulous goal of transport optimization. Yet on the bright side, from a neural perspective (my favorite) an optimistic outlook is actually self-fulfilling. Optimism increases the activity of your prefrontal cortex (your master controller). The fifth brain generates idea generation and goal-directed action.

  Awake to the dream-like nature of reality. All eight billion of living humans are feeling by feeling collaboratively dreaming up this universe into materialization, as we collucinate an interconnected dream. Recognize we are “relational beings,” all interdependent parts of one. Reciprocally co-inspiring each other, you help me plug into and activate our synergistic genius. Keep looking for what you seek, even if you are not quite sure what that is. You came to Ohio State seeking something. You came to my class looking for someone. You seek a source without which you are no thing. Seek the OmniScape. Your tremendous psychic strain is always rewarded with a state of indescribable bliss.

Who is the OmniCapacitor? Who is the OmniDuctor?

Hold on as I embark on omnitological omnarchy. Our brain exaggerates senses, removes most data, and remembers the scene. The lowest common denominator will always rear its ugly head. I might be as helpful as fire hoses filled with gasoline, squirted onto your enemies. Void them or avoid them. The struggle to eliminate personal negativity forges the blade of positive elucidation. The union of the dual forces produces the most complex and mystical third force. Thankfully, humanity is getting less stupid. Through inadequate design, we destroy the greatest environment in the universe- our children’s habitant. 

All work toward the pursuit of happiness health, education, recreation, and creative expression. Think of long-term happiness. Think of your children’s children as you sit down to create the next world-changing idea. Master the omnew currencies- time and mobility. All comes down to your homework, so you better study hard. 

  Learn the omnologic sentence a little better everyday.

The omnibeing’s mathematics rules physics fuels chemistry builds physiology thinks psychology creates sociobiology changes ecology rides geology orbits sology studies milkology loves cosmotheology.

It is the natural outpouring of man's innate survival instincts, soothing our spirit in this omnivariable density. 

Why can you talk about God but no one else can?

Because I’m the pro-fessional professor, and you are just an ignorant omni-feral celebrity.

You act as if you debated God and won the argument. You dare deify yourself on the same level as God. Psychology diagnoses as delusional paranoid schizophrenic those who believe in gods or devils. Stop playing with God, Alpha.

If this discussion interests you, look into quantum theology.

I ignored him. He couldn’t get my goat anymore. I only had a few minutes of his class left today. I would switch out of his class when I got back to the Neil Mansion.

Nothing matters but the future, and the future is NOW. 

Even the stale air in his stuffy room teems with charged particles in glowing electric filaments. 

Okay glitteratzy. You probably believe in free energy machines, too, don’t ya?

You before espoused the scientific triumph over mythical hucksters, but now you speculate about the immanent nature of an entity God. Reality becomes the ever-shifting canvas upon which scientists paint whatever they wish, our collective soul becoming omnitelligent, learning the the omnologic sentence better each day.

The omnibeing’s mathematics rules physics fuels chemistry builds physiology thinks psychology creates sociobiology changes ecology rides geology orbits sology revolves milkology loves cosmotheology.  

See, you won’t stop to ask why I despise you so, Alpha. Look in the mirror for your answer. You have been handed everything on a silver platter: money; your fame; your looks; your drama. Must be nice to have everything handed to you. Once you have the wisdom of good and evil you will become kings of reality. You are the wildest fantasy come true for the smarmy broadcasters on omNews Programs. The mirror is the master. TO those who have eyes to see, I cannot hide who I really am. See the caterpillar end the butterfly, penetrating your envious consciousness of mediocrity. Where is the wizard who can tell what lies in the womb of time?

Dr. Brutus sure knew how to bluff. He had already exposed himself as a hypocrite. I listened well enough to know that at least.

Each physical detail matters to the OmniView.

I kept a blank face. Don’t get stuck in his OmniTautologies. Outwit this intellectual charlatan and double-dealer.

Alpha Theodix, you are surely paranoid. Why do you think everyone’s out to get you? Is it because of your family situation?

Katabaz Theodix is not my family.

Sure he is, he’s part of the OmniFamily.

This OmniThat doesn’t say much, does it?

Who said that?

Honestly Dr. Brutus I feel that you have declared war on our collective consciousness.

So what, they say. You want to know what’s in it for # 1.  What’s the point of excruciating mental trauma?

Yes, my words are abrasive, but think about the deeper meaning of my communications. Realize the difference between explicit and implicit communication. Why do I test you? 

Shouldn’t that be obvious? Can you teach that which you hide?

You are just a washed-up has-been.

What do you really want here on Earth? Do you need DruPhusion9?
Info, energy, oxygen, water, food, sleep, WM, slove, and sport 

Everything physical should be automatically awesome, so we can concentrate on what really matters- our conscious experience of conscientiousness. I sense the motion picture "Homo Sapiens Sapiens" is nearing a climax. Together let’s write the joyful ending. 

Our MIMO neural antennas tune to only a few channels from the omnihologram, immersed in a kaleidoscopic field of frequent fluxes. Through omniself-interaction, this quantum flux tunnels into material form. At-oms are just the stable ideas of god- made of invisible matter, in other words, empty space. God is the omniconsciousness of ever-changing and eternal possibility. 

Sleep is so important, without it our minds cannot rejuvenate their neural networks. Imagine what ancient man believed about the dream world our spirit simulates each night, with surreal palaces and expansive landscapes filled with endless entities. 

Listen to my omnideology. Bring your OmniCamera.

God is love. 

Alpha, realize we only have time to love so many people.

Dynamic potencies interact with each other. The universe makes vigorous love with itself, moving towards OmniBalance, eliciting orgasmic bliss when in equilibrium. Feel the OmniBreath.

Witness infinite omnitrons vibrating quarks abuzz whirring electrons, pumping mitochrondira, lightning bolts, Jupiter, Sol, Andromeda, as black and white holes spin your astounding brains.

Look to history to learn from the great minds that radiate out like lighthouses in the dark sleepy ocean of Earth’s past. On your holovisions, make time to meet Benjamin Franklin, who perfected the artful balance of faith and reason. Everything is art. Everything is business. Everything is science. Science is the characteristic product of our culture. Science is learning omnigod. We must find out the right pace for science- morally, aesthetically, epistemologically, ontologically, and metaphysically. Thus an important philosophical problem is to avoid delusional language and logic. Science and humanities merged with economics/business saves humanity. Personally, I believe business (OmniJectivity) evolves the best combination of art (subjectivity) and science (objectivity). 

Everything is art. Everything is business. Everything is science.

I anticipate the wonder world created by electricity and magnetism. Watch the omnibots, omnitrons work the omnetwork.

Electricity = GOD (el) 

internally (ect) 

  moving (tri) 

  energy (city).

Alpha such theosophical metaphysical nonsense won’t fly in this classroom of reason..

Feed and water plants from the air. Grow goods everywhere. Transform arid deserts into fertile land through xseriscapes. Distance eliminated; abundance for a trillion humans; Transport of passengers, supplies, energy, and information will be ultra-efficient, speedy, secure, balanced, natural, integrated, beautiful, sustainable, self-optimizing, self-fueled, fusion fueled. Earth has established a nervous system in the form of an information network. This Omnetwork now builds a circulatory system to nourish its information nodes. We are preparing to spill out into the galaxy, if we can manage the will to spiritually control our evolution towards unlimited life, wealth, time, space, and love. Humanity will be united. Peaceful abundance will reign supreme. Energy will go only to the right place and to no other, as our universe intelligently optimizes itself. I am part of the universe. I am not intelligent. But I try really hard to remember. Even though I know we will not learn. We will be fooled again. We will not remember. We will forget. Therefore, the universe is not intelligent either. I learn to push through weaknesses. Life consists of endless boundaries to overcome. Through the struggles upwards to the Stars!

Your rehashed speculations of some future utopia are not well received in my three brains. Put your money where your mouth is, to test your audacious ideas that just might work.

This phenomena produces worlds without distinctions between simulacra and the real, integrating the virtual information and the energy which fuels it. I've stopped thinking and started flowing one seamless web of cause and effect. Science and humanities merged through beautiful business. The brighter the lamp and the larger the light sphere, the greater becomes its dark boundary. The more we know, the more we know we don’t know. Only through enlightenment can we pinpoint and transcend limitations. You animals! Go plug your dopamine receptors by eating, exercising, socializing, and shtting!

The communication of ideas through language is the principle ingredient that builds civilization. If reality now consists entirely of neural simulacra, then the boundary between fact and fiction dissolved long ago. All we have are mathematical structures of perception; we have no idea what the intrinsic nature of physical stuff is like, as we are made of that stuff. With artifact and artifice constituting reality’s core, art is everywhere and everything is omnireal.  Reality is now an OmniWeb of OmniFictions. Each scientific discipline can be treated as textual discourse. Humans represent symbol-producing, symbol-using class of life. The quality of our symbols varies. 

One time this guy said the omnitext was the impossibility of living outside the infinite text- an endless net of OmniThreads. This other guy Saussure studied the phenomenon of language. and posited the notion of the linguistic sign as combination of the sound and light color into our omnideal representation of an oak tree.  We understand the nature of an object through its name, and through knowing its attributes, which are in turn represented by name signs. The tautological theory of textual reality indicates our textual shaping of OmniReality, and depends on ideas expressed in language. Each word uses viral light curves to trigger feelings. Each word causes subtly distinct feelings. How are you allowed to teach when half of the words out of your mouth are made up omni words? Nemesis, the goddess of retribution, already roams the land.

Our omnitextualists desire to de-cipher a stream of information ultimately is infinite in length. The omnitext is an infinite fabric of quotations, resulting from countless cultural sources, social interactions, networks, computers, and databases. The omnitext is the superorganism called metaman, an ensemble critter consisting of humanity plus our technology, Alpha, you must come to peace with the omnistablishment, or they will blow you to pieces, courtesy of the omnipartment of omnicurity. Let me provide you with omnew omnovelty. Write yourself into our omnitext. You do have to give Bear Grylls credit for drinking the liquid from elephant dung (or atleast putting it in his mouth)

You have got to be kidding me? I am at peace with everyone. It is you who declared classroom warfare.

Touche salesman. You know how to disrespect someone.

What is our Sun? Is it a humungous pulsing plasma sphere, is it a liquid machine designed for electromagnetic fusion, is it a distant burning ball of hot gas, or is it one really angry dude?

Silly grasshopper. The sun is the one who gives life. In this technical, omniphysical age, we forget heavenly bodies are literally up there. The creation of all celestial bodies is nothing compared to omNASA’s achievements. Everywhere I feel orange Heat and blue Lightning, in all directions, omnitaneously and omnicidentally.

Teacher maybe you should quiet down. You could get in big trouble for espousing these malignant lies and overgeneralizations.

Alpha, if you try to please everyone and you please no one. Grow a backbone and stand for yourself. People are self-motivated. This is obvious. There is no way to get around this. Each moment with people you really love is a moment to savor. The way to happiness on high-speed road belongs to those who know where the edges are.  Happiness is the good humans seek to stumble upon. It is within. Know yourself. Personally I believe happiness lies in engaging in worthwhile activities. We are afraid of those that are smarter than us. We cephalopodic individuals, now loosely hang together, will grow strongly united and eventually see to it that the human race becomes the greatest race of spirits in the history of the universe. We will make this cold galaxy full of empty space, bloom with life in time. I am here to teach you the power of mind, the grades will follow if you believe in your ability to know nothing, if you can break it down and set it out. It will require concentration. There will be constant sacrifice and powerful responsibility. People will try to suck in your energy. As they brandish their weapons at your throat, they will tell you, calm down, calm down, calm down. Stay calm and collected to defeat them. You can do anything you put your mind to.

OmniStranger than fiction is the absolute truth.

Alpha and I are finally on the same wavelength. That’s the self-fulfilling power of the cranium. Like fiddler crabs men will wave their biggest claw to intimidate you. You must be omnimble as an omninja, as you dance around trying to lure Elime into the burrows of the Neil Mansion. 

Hey! I’m no predator, although my mail today told me where they live on my street. And how’d you know about Elime?

Do you realize how quick word of mouth spreads today?

Actually Elime found me. I really like her. 

Too much info, Alpha. Keep your girly thoughts to yourself.

The agent tell you about your underground tunnels? 

I can imagine endless possibilities for underground and aboveground ventures. 

Well if you kill 200 flies in China you get 1000 dollars. 

I’m used to the poisonous insects on OTI. I used to count the phosphorescent flies when I was bored.

Already I know how to find out if he's flying flies with lies. I simply check to see if his mouth is open! Three identical words makes plagiarism, boys and girls. Beware of academic dishonesty!

I thought you said you were an OmniPlagiarist.

I wish my OmniGadget had an OmniBeam to remove you.

Silence becomes you, Alpha Spoey.

I thanked him by remaining silent. I had never heard of the OmniGadget or the OmniBeam. He was being face-tious again.

 All the antis know is black and white. They are right, their opponents are wrong. What are you doing to make your country a more beautiful and comely place? This world-system is tailor made for grey sharks: crafty, dishonest, ruthless, materialistic, self-oriented, manipulative, and exploitive. I have a pet theory that undiagnosed psychopaths wield the reigns of power. See, most societal inefficiencies stem from moral issues rather than an intelligence issue. We are getting smarter. Are we getting better? We are free moral agents, so the proof is in the pudding. Most people seek only relief in this world of unending sensation. 

Reorient yourself. While you wallow here, moaning pouting and complaining about your time in your ivory tower, my people work out there in the trenches making the world a better place. 

Go ahead and swallow that hook. I thought you guys were smarter than that. Don’t let anyone dictate your life!

Well Alpha I’m sorry that I and most other people don’t have “people” because we haven’t been handed the keys to a billion dollar corporation. Thank your grandfather Joseph, he was a real businessman with common sense, not a little kid like you. 

Give me time. I just got to the OmniStates a week ago.  Take into account that on OTI, angelic virgins in flowing white clothing raised Beta and I. I knew nothing but innocence and goodness, until I found out katabaz’s treachery. I will not forget my true heritage.

Aww…Alpha aspires to be a major lightworker. How cute! 

Onward and Upward! Interacting energetic ideas in formation, I want to bring everyone together. 

I cannot comprehend the insurmountable complexity of the task of mankind’s unification. One must create artwork to synthesize the nature of singular individuals into a collective unity, bound together by common experience of ecstasy. Exercise stimulates the production of new brain cells, giving you an endorphin high. Mental exercises strengthen your brain muscles. 

MOENoI What? Material omnergy network of information, duh! Ladies check your purses. Guys check your pockets. We carry our wallet, phone, and keys. 

MTC: money transport and communication

I suggest you unify yourself with the One. 

I can’t stand this one with the universe rubbish. 

The threads of mystical wisdom identify self with the Ultimate. None feature the dualistic separation from OmniSubjects.

So what?

The psyche of the normal college freshman borderlines somewhere between I don't give a sht and its not my problem.

The entire Universe in all planes of life is conscious, intelligent, vibrating Energy. Let Go and Let God move. God is Love. Together we are God in a pragmatic way.

Right? Isn’t this a public school?

The Omnature of Physical reality is not just a collection of separate things but an dynamic inseparable whole in omniflux. The universe is a perpetual motion machine.

Satama stood up, That’s nonsense, against the 2^nd law of thermodynamics. You can’t have something come from nothing. My question, which I do not think professor has satisfied, is there one unity or a separate two? How does One change into some other One? The change stays the same. Everywhere I see relative change in space, connected by infinite motion. This observer is always at the center of things. In a very real way the sun revolves around our perception.

The universe itself breaks the second law, for everything comes from nothing. Something is amiss. Faint snickers I hear in the background. Talk to the operators of the cosmic candy shop. 

Do you hear it…the humming noise that comes from nowhere yes is emitted everywhere? IAM fuels its own rules.

You hallucinate yourself into being. Audacious self-confidence and meticulous preparation lead to success. You must choose to live your values each day, or fritter your time away on endless distractions. You must learn and improve through every situation. Prepared practice perfects processes. Wield a serrated blade of self-confident skepticism, as you perform research. The ingredients of competence include observation, study and practice.  Our minds attend especially to salient stimuli, like the air-horn I set off, or exquisite shows of my hometown’s Black Keys shows that play in the background. Salience has special relevance to our neural machinery and our midterm exam.

Gentle professor, of what air-horn do you speak? 

He ignored Satama’s query.

I pretended to be interested but was bored to tears.

Hypnotists intentionally communicate contradictions to overwhelming the conscious rational mind, tapping into the unconscious, creating entranced follower. In fact, contradictions and paradoxes rivet the human mind, so embedded they are into the fabric of our beings.

How do addictions work? 

Food caffeine alcohol tobacco drugs info gambling shopping

The part of the prefrontal cortex that is involved in deliberative cognition is shut down by stress the professor pointed to the top of his forehead sets up addicts to be more impulsive as well. Well Western civilization is addicted to oil. We can turn any biomaterial into oil. Alpha is addicted to feeling. I am addicted to thinking and teaching. Some addictions are bad, but technically they aren’t addictions unless they are causing harm. People seek relief from this brutal world.

Cigarettes offer stress relief in 16 seconds.  Feel the higher brains pulling to break the habit and the lower-order brain functions pushing for another cigarette. Taste a breath of clean air. How much better is hydroxygenitrogen (air) than the killer weed, tobacco? 

Observe your self-referential recursive processes. Self-awareness is simply the awareness of one’s own internal processes. 

Reason with your human Prefrontal cortex, or be enslaved by your mammalian emotions. 

I will stand for what is right.

That’s great Alpha, but how will you know what is right and wrong? 

Millions of people are dead as a result of bad transport. This makes me angry. Shouldn't you be angry too? I stand for purifying, protecting, and preserving life, the fundamental law of nature. I would eliminate all that hinders life’s growth.

I drifted out of focus and started staring at the delicate foot in the aisle connected to an exotic chick. On her foot was an eight-pointed sun with a yin yang symbol at the solar core. 

You routinely say so many far out, disturbing things that I can't even attempt to respond to each individual one, all I can say is get help soon. Anyway, the four psychological perspectives are: Disease, Dimensional, Behavior, and Life-story. Each perspective is useful in working with patients for those who will go onto clinical psychology.

I find it interesting that man, including me, has the tendency to make things more complex than necessary. Simple interactions in parallel create complex systems in cereal. Psychology creates our resource problem. Thoughts become things, so choose the good ones! Space is synchronizing. Notice the re-arrangement of gravitational waves to the point of least interference, evolving an OmniSport symphony of motion. 

What about the OmniGame, OmniRace, and OmniCompetition?

Just different ways of saying the same thing. Again we run into the limits of words. I find that most people are closed minded in the face of facts that disagree with their thought patterns. Duck and cover your face but the omni remains. You can sell a lie but you can’t give away the truth. I’m guessing Alpha, you don’t think our societal goal should be to shoot rubber balls into a basket?

Of all your brilliant Delphic revelations, Dr. Brutus, your titanic struggle between good omnis and evil antis seems the most reductionist, and thus the most contrived of them all. I can see both point of views, and thousands more from which to triangulate truth. 

What a coherent riposte.

And yours is an excellent rejoinder.

omNixon invented the "madman" approach frighten the enemy by feigning absolute craziness. 

Professor, I’m sure some caveman before President omNixon employed the madman approach.

There is no time, the only time is party time. There is only space in formation. Written in codes in need of da psy pher. Matter is made of space curves. Timing is everything. Rule as Lion Sapiens with the OmniSporitForce. 

What is that, Pro-Fester?

Quiet Alpha. You are scaring the ladies. So far we have heard little from the women in the class, even though studies have shown women and men both speak about 15,000 words per day.

Well we are now approaching 2:18 PM, which as the clock tells you, is the end of class. Maybe I’ll stimulate some female discussion with my closing topic. 

Have you ever walked around completely surrounded by nature, and marveled at the intelligent design of all the pieces? 

Professor, the universe intelligently designed the flying spaghetti monster back in the century’s first decade. We are kinks in the machine, chaotic co-creators capable of anything.

MetaPhysical Mathematics is the supreme language of the universal consciousness (GOD). Observe the omnifractal’s sacred geometry on all scales of nature- i e pi and phi in repeating self-similar patterns. Find a pinecone with the relationship of Phi progressing in two directions at the same time. Phi is a balance between addition and multiplication. The DNA molecule, the program for all known biology, is based on the phi’s golden section. DNA measures 34 angstroms long by 21 angstroms wide, for each full circle of its double helix. 

All particles may arise from cyclic trans-dimensional wave propagation stemming from an omnisource of omnidimensionality. 

What on earth did you just say? 

Please limit your wavicle spray. I said she emitted space from matter. Wave synchronization continuously reorganizes. 

Think of your dreams, how your spirit flies freely time, transcended, was of no essence and it all occurred in the twinkling of an eye. I want to make reality as awesome as our dreamworlds. 

You are delusional. Omnicadabra!

See, nothing happened!

Stick to one message, we can’t keep up with you professor!  Do we have all the power or do we have no power?

Yeah, honestly I’m kind of confused. This is my first college class. I don’t think the university approved this material. 

No but its authorized by my omniverse city. Listen sonny. Reality is a figment of your neural hallucination. 

Quiet I’m trying to watch holovision on my sunglasses display. 

Who are you to interrupt my class? Do you have epilepsy?

The kid spoke quickly but confidently. No, your class has given me a migraine. What is wrong with you? The university will know you are a dangerous influence. Is the world is one big headache?

Dr. Brutus feigned shock. I’m warning you not to forget the lessons you learned today. The only way to be the master of your destiny is to take charge. 

Right now your cinguloopercular brain network is sustaining your daydream.

He withdrew his air horn and sounded it. The room became abuzz with rustling.

Now your frontoparietal network adapts to that salient stimuli. See these two distinct brain networks work together, one handles change and one maintains stability, respectively.

I wished I wasn’t here. Instead to cruise down summit street in a smoking red convertible couldn’t be topped. Transportaiton was everything. I couldn’t wait to drive for the first time after my classes today. 

Do not listen to the haters. Be yourself and create the things that you are meant to create. Find your highest self.   

Men haunted by the unbelievable expanse of eternity, we ask ourselves if our actions may echo across the centuries? Will strangers murmur our names long after we've left the planet? Will they know our brave struggle and feel our ineffable bliss? 

OmniSpeed surpasses light speed. The speed of Omni is greater than the speed of light. Omni is everywhere at once, but light takes time to reach places. The omnetwork gives the tremendous power to enter into the brain of millions of people. People are the closest things to gods in our reality, which is why celebrities are worshipped as godlike figures. Once man gained knowledge, he became as a god. Our brains are the most complex organizations in the known physical universe, producing the astounding miracle of sapient life.

 Just stop acting like you are the smartest guy in the room, with your arrogantly-phrased and pretentious OmniQuestions. How pervasive and powerful is the nervous network of Earth. Nature created us, now we create with nature.

Optimize this omnitropical world with flawless transportation. Replace road sinks with energy sources. You will never know until you try. I subsume systems. We control the key chokepoints. Our long term planning leads to flawless logistics. 

Why do you feel emotions when you watch light flashes on the holovision screen? Because your mirror neurons allow us to empathize with another’s actions, by simulating ourselves performing the action we observe.

How can I tame ten birds with one stone? 

Your reputation of laziness precedes you.  I guess that’s what happens when you grow up on a tropical island. You don’t have to work.

The universe is all thought, and reality exists only in what we think. We see things as we are. The Quantum reality has the passenger particle and the driving wave. Nonduality says that things are both ways at once, and exist as a ratio between the two, both superimposed upon the other, at once. We can be granted eternal permission to tap into and become the universal stream of consciousness. Sync into the concept that the music of my voice isn't just coming from Speakers, but from YOU, you stop... holding on to reality. You never know how much there is to gain until you let the omniflow. If you want to understand yourself, study your nervous bio-system. Creatively qualify the reflective speckles of quantum energy systems. Tune into the multitude of states of consciousness vertically (in space) and horizontally (in time). The past is determined, presently blurring, but the future is chaotically undetermined. Remember that you can powerfully create what you want. 

I see speckles, just colors on my retinal display. What is the meaning of this? When I focus they coalesce. When I don’t they disappear into the inseparable omniweb. 

I though to myself, I cannot ignore this omniversive information. It is just too powerful. I will not rest until I get to the bottom of your omnivations, strange professor. I wanted to figure out the obvious OmniSecret comprised the substrate of this world. What were the motivations of the omnis and the antis? What did they really control?

I get rid of the self-doubt and move onto self-knowledge, ever and always increasing the mental power which all of us share. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond belief. The deepest deception is self-deception. The self is a neural illusion. We live the truest lie.

Which one are you, prey or predator? This relationship is seen throughout nature. Behold consensual sadomasochistic partnerships, as seen throughout Homo sapiens relations, male/female, buyer/seller, writer/reader, winner/loser, officer/soldier. What nourishes me also destroys me?  When we realize the internal and external are ultimately one, we stop this cycle of pain/pleasure and move into aggressive contentment.

That's why the Western tradition of dualism should be combined with the Eastern tradition of holism. Mother is the negative polarity, the one who opens space in the darkness for manifesting creation. Father is the positive polarity, the one who impregnates darkness with his solar sperm. In Bön, the five elemental processes of: earth, water, fire, air and space are the essential stuff. Your heart beats louder than your subtle brain networks. Sometimes I experience the universe as a timeless placeless point that is also infinite. The last frontier is OMNI- the OmniFrontier.

No thing matters everything is chaos. All our big problems, all our worries and fears are nothing at all. Everything is the change of god.  Don’t let anyone dictate your life. Freedom is your right. Freedom is popular.

After this lecture omnirant omnilecture the dean will call and yell at me. I’ve revealed too many secrets already, but I’m tired of scarcity in this world of abundance, the only scarcity is more humans. I wanted to go balls out to the wall to show you just how serious I am about your neural potentials. Remember to eliminate the bad and accentuate good. Laughingly channel the negative to the positive. Perfect your experience! We have endless information, a personal nuclear reaction in our stellar yard, a black hole, an omnifinite cosmos multiverses inside an unknown omniverse, a bicameral brain examining itself finding self propelled quarkelectron complexes of delightful organization, omnipressed into service for the world. We are gods if we create ourselves. Maybe one day we can escape this universe by making a scientific deal with the big Whoa Man. The mystery is never-ending. I speak as a man. I am many things, but remain a man. Man is the rope connecting animal and superman. Who will be the first SuperMan in this ever-changing cinema?

I fear I have strayed into metaphysical speculation away from empirical science. Teaching is a craft. You will grade my craft at the end of the quarter. I will grade your objective work, and you give your subjective opinion. I’m searching for an honest man,

Let’s review our seven vertical brains:

Viral, Invertebrate, Reptile, Mammal, Hominid, Prefrontal, and the Mitochondrial (heart) 

Talking out of seven sides of your mouth, can’t you stick with one answer? 

Silence Alpha.

How can we study two different right answers?

He ignored Satama.

Let’s review our two horizontal brains: 

Left and Right

I thought we had one brain, one heart, one nose, and one soul. You confuse us Professor. With your contradictions you subvert our reason.

I felt hypnotized by Dr. Brutus’ unending and befuddling infonslaught.

Past experiences squeeze our future hopes. Tantalize your riveted soul with ravishing drops of Beauty. Such is scandalous pure thought to the cantankerously intelligent, those who scathe those swarthy sons for remaining stubborn in their esoteric defenses of insolation. Dangling before you is the promise to live in the imagination. To create consciously the parameters of your experience, to be at play in the fields of the gods. To have lucid dreams, even when wide awake. 

The final topic of the day concerns with who we are, where we came from, where we are going, and the choices and options that we may not realize are available to us.

I love the Grand mystery. Dangling before you is the ability to live in the imagination. To organize consciously your experiential parameters, to play the ultimate game, I cannot pass up this chance. OmniDoit. Each face passes with a moment of experience, a shattering miracle- an ouerve so potent it approaches pain. 

Complete the transactional relationship of the organism to its environment. This is to say that all our actions and experiences arise mutually from the organism and from the environment at the same time. 

Press your eyelids and see the patterns/gears/wheels/helixes/kaleidoscopes, these inner mindscapes of vaulted ceilings of Light and color, replete with sublimely rare emotions of mystical ecstasy, are among the most Sacred aspects of my entire life. Pattern seeking is primary evolutionary feature and foundation of knowledge. Sometimes the patterns are subtle. One great use of words is to conceal our thoughts.

Welcome to the OmniShow. You have no chances to escape. I subsume systems. Welcome to absolute freedom. We turn quantity into quality.

A major symptom of impending mental illness is the conviction that one’s work is omniportant. This external reality you observe is a virtual creation of your neural system. 

Your class makes me think it’s all just a big cosmic joke and the joke is on us.

Which rulebook do you follow? What are your true guiding principles? A psychotic ignores realty, a neurotic bemoans reality, but the sane accept it. I am all three superimposed upon one another. The mentally ill showcase their weaknesses, but the sane hide theirs. The noonday depressive patient faults himself but in mania he challenges the universe. We're social animals, we want to love and be loved. I remember this is all a movement of the mind and its fantasies and thoughts. Rather each face that passes, and indeed each moment of experience, begins to seem a shattering miracle, a piece of art so potent that it borders on pain, Be obstinately eccentric and the money shall follow. The unity becomes the many, Hang on your ego, your ego comes in unconsciousness OmniGomniSponses each instant without conscious control, your self is a reconstructed memory of solight curves in your head. 

To visualize elephants in your head you need sound and light curves. I am ahead of you at every point, as you arrive a point I am already there betting on who will win the horse race, quantifying my presence with the right qualities you seek, if you can touch the pure future and get into the pure soul of thought and you will know when you are there. Dissolve the ego grow the omnigo. Do not fear for you are strong. Every bad feeling gives us intuition where we can scrape psychic barnacles from the lower regions below the conscious water level, before they penetrate the defenses of our hull. 

When writing up your abstract due next Monday for the final paper, don’t forget to save your work or all will be in vain. I won’t listen to your excuses when the term papers are due the tenth week of the quarter. Your neural abilities, from the spongy grey god in your head, are not mystical. Br-ain operates on logical principles. Do not rob yourself of your powers by attributing your cause to paranormal rubbish. 

That bracing voice again. The Spiritual Realm exists! Reality is SuperNatural!

Who said that?

All were silent.

Most people live in love of $exLove and struggle with Daath. Most are still Asleep or Slaves, which is very simply that they are controlled by internal or external programming, much like computers or primitive animals. 

WORK, OBEY, BELIEVE, CONSUME 

A willingness to respond in Pavlovian twitches to the rewards of money and social prestige its Automobile crashes remain the leading cause of death for adolescents and young adults, compounded by the effects of alcohol and failure to use seatbelts

Listen closely students. This class requires lots of memorization. I don’t want to be here. I usually teach 600 level neurobiology courses, sorry about your luck with my terminology. I advice you hold each other’s hands. Feel the positive energies flow between us. I’ll be generous with the spiral coils of energy curvage. The big five personality factors are extraversion, agreeableness, conscientiousness, emotional stability, and openness to experience. The Myers Briggs scales are: Extrovert vs Introvert, Sensing vs Intuition, Thinking vs Feeling, Judging vs Perceptive. 

Our six VAGOKI levels: 

Feel See Hear Taste Smell Touch 

Layers of sensation inform our inexpressible seventh ish sense. Next class, we cover perceptual layers- just as important as sensation. Vocabulary is money in this class.

Even if we lit all our nuclear bombs, humans can only scorch the surface of earth. We are powerless techno-monkeys, vulnerable to aliens empires to come sweep us off the planet with a plasma shot. That is my limited materialistic 21^st century projection. In reality we experience spiritual OmniRevolution, a revolution of neural spirit of OmniChakras embedded in our subtle bodies. 

I remember an experiment where the pleasure center of a monkey was connected to a button the monkey could press and the monkey would just hold the button down and would have starved to death before releasing it.  This models how our reward mechanisms are subverted toward false ends.

I remember another experiment with six monkeys in a cage with a banana up a ladder. Each time a monkey would climb the ladder, the other five monkeys would get squirted. They removed one monkey and replaced him with a new one, who obviously tried to climb the ladder for the banana. In doing so the other five monkeys got soaked, and started to beat on the monkey on the ladder. They took out another monkey and put another new one in. This new one was only one rung up the ladder, before the other five monkeys ripped him to shreds.

That is offensive to my human dignity, Dr. Brutus. We aren’t monkeys. We aren’t rats.

No but we are techno-monkeys.

We are at least techno-sapiens. I don’t act like a baboon.

It is easier to blame someone or your environment or situation. Blame anyone but yourself. Self-deception is the first and deepest deception. But it will only take us backwards, and we will not exercise our will. 

Such a feeling you elicit. So elated I am. A beautiful redhead stumbled out of her seat. She looked drunk on Dr. Brutus’ words. 

He raised his eyebrow and continued. Discover happiness, satisfaction and joy in everything you do—by incorporating your core personal values into every goal you think, every plan you make, and every action you take. 

Plants swim in energy, animals float in space, and we bind time. Participate in Time binding to achieve acquired OmniSavantism. 

But we can never know everything about anything. Omni is beyond our reach. Our brain can only do a few things at once. We are limited by our neural potentials.

True, Satama, but we will eventually build super intelligences to approach relatively infinite knowledge. We will grow into our organic gods the talents of biological and machine intelligence.

You mean the OmniBots?

Actually I mean the OmniBots, the OmniTrons, and the OmniBorgs.

The brain is an asynchronous, analog, and massively parallel quantum computer. Its hardware is inherently mutable and self-organizing. We are the software. Our brain is so amazingly plastic and enthusiastic. It feels no pain. No, the brain gathers the pain signals you feel from your body. This French guy has a hollow head, but is completely normal, except his head is filled with ventricle fluid. He has a one inch brain pressed against his skull, but had a normal social life and a great job. It begs the question, what is the brain? Our brain is so amazingly plastic. It is amazingly resilient and robust. Is it an antenna for receiving and emitting energy frequencies? Each moment is available only once for your use. 

Enjoy your mental riches of consciousness. Wealth begins in your brain, ending in the physical world. Conspire to maintain productive happiness.

First I smelt, then I tasted, then I felt, then I heard, then I saw to start a fight if you want people to watch. Bathetic displays or cheap theatrics works too. Slove always reels in my attention. Live in constant integrated awareness of Supreme Reality culminating in a state of identity of the individualized Self with the Supreme OmniSelf. 

The universe is 99.999999% moving death. We are the 0.000000000000001% living elite at the tip of the cupola. The function of wisdom is to discriminate between good and evil. Good forces will lead you in the wrong direction. Bad forces will steer you into collisions. Everyone feels butterflies. The secret key is to guide their flight in formation. Everyone is as confused as you. We just hide it better.

Psychology is Meta-logic. It is self-awareness. It allows self control over the most valuable commodity: Time for your OmniSelf. 

So we have 8 billion subjective centers of the universe?

Feel the pulsing nerves, 45 miles of them wired together in the most musically complex architecture. Your mind and body intertwine your mody. 

As you walk home through the historic campus, you will likely ignore the resplendent beauty repeatedly impinging on your progress through the Oval, you might ignore the bright clear blue sky, you will turn on the boob tube, the omnivision, humanity’s sixth sense. 

You are all required to stay here. Dr Bruno said as he galloped up the stairs and kicked open the doors to disappear. 

Enveloped I was by a moment of Unity. I felt saw heard tasted loved the ocean of energy in which we swam, as if we through translucent electric Jello. 

Through my OmniLecture, today we advanced our omnitellectual, cognitive, Moral, and Interpersonal Growth. Next class we will systematically tackle the physiology generating thought. With a twinkle in his eye Dr. Brutus said, “Next class there will be no Omnis. Omnis are much too general for the specifics of physical physiology.” 

BRAIN creates all of this. The brain is not really a single organ but a vertical stack of them, the newer ones above the older in evolutionary order. Taken together as one brain, each brain represents the most complex organization of matter in the known universe. Mysterians believe we can never know our consciousness. I believe they are wrong. We will discover the physical basis of self-aware spiritual consciousness, in other words, our mental faculties. My mind zoomed as fire unbound, impregnating fertile situations with thunderbolts.

Realize MUG

Our brain is our Mind.

Our brain is our Universe.

Our brain is our God.

Our brains are receivers and transmitters to dual worlds, external and internal. We are the no-thing between external and internal? Go through the process of elimination, until you eliminate even yourself. You have reached the omnihilistic conclusion of the one no-thing that exists. 

We create spiritual quality out of material quantity. Except for gamma and some beta control, the subjective feeling of conscious control is an illusion of omniconscious reflexive responses. As delusional humans we make categories like good and evil, which give us easy folders to sort the world. Through these mental constructs, through these conceptual/virtual/experiential/ideal systems we attempt to control each other and manipulate omnireality. There are infinite objects in the omnireality, yet only one subject. There is way too much to which to pay attention. Our attention is limited and our individual convictions often melt into the group dynamic. Realism tells us that our world is transacted in physical acts, and idealism shows us the structure behind reality. omNihilism, or to others, Zen, represents a state of comprehending the mechanistic function of omnature. Omnidealism, or as some call it, omnieau, is a state of realizing the mind function of omnature.

Come talk to me at the eighth week of this autumn quarter. Stressed out you will be, with three or four classes all frying your mental circuits. With sleep deprived eyes you stare at the words until the inks mush together without sense or syntax.  You pull all-nighters to turn in assignments to receive double their pain in grades.  Trying to absorb our textbook while writing your final paper, it must be hard to be a student these days. That’s why I became a teacher, to ensure the sliver of time you spend in Psych 100 will be remembered. Nothing good comes easy, except solar energy.

I am more than an excited particle. The key to being so boring is to tell everything. Yes, we create our own universe through our brainy body. I am the center of my own universe, as you are. Through our omniself centers we are all intimately connected, as OmniSource becomes OmniReality, and again returns to OmniSource. Merge your bicephalic brain into the omnicephalus. Ride your corpus callosum.

Everything is energy. Our living energy dances eternally; this is known as the omnispiral of life or the omnicreative helix. Omni-Observe the cycles of self-similar compression and expansion; the breath of creation in the omnifractal. Wax scientific or poetic to the maximum. Yet no matter how close one linear code approximates the omnifarious omnireality, the unknown forever remains a mystery, the driving omniforce behind the omniwill to omnivolve in OmniLove. There are no separately spinning solids. Instead all is one omnergy in omnemotion. There is only onergy aenergy in the unergic universe: god’s fiery light of ever-present omnergy. Even seemingly dark empty space is seething with energy. Everything exists as a set of relationships. I know I could not be any more general. 

Pure motion. Everywhere there exists an infinite sea of motion absolute. It is omnicidental these tasty omniriffs ripped off the omnicuff where I OmniCeive of pure motion as the omnibility to create. Pure quantitative motion evolves qualitative consciousness. OmniDimensional numeric information comprises the natural cosmos. I view the maths as pure thoughts of an elevated OmniMind.

Today it is hip to pretend the Omni-Divine (which is ENERGY) does not exist. What if the answers lie in the weaving GOD into Science? Evolution is supra-natural. It builds upon and above nature. Energy, or equivalently work, is the one thing that comprises everything: our thoughts, our bodies, and our universe. Everything is pure energy of the divine, eternally unfolding everywhere. Omni is god’s speed limit. Light is the information speed limit. Yet I believe we travel faster than the speed of light. Omni is god’s speed limit. We cannot yet travel at god’s speed. Live and learn. The Real Reality is the density of the OmniReality. Do not destroy our fantasies or we will destroy yours. Create impenetrable and resplendent mysteries to captivate their emotions. Basically do the opposite of my alienation. Love is the omnisolution. You will all get As!

Cheers erupted from the class, bored silly as they were.

Yes, you will all get As, if you earn them.

Ahhooohhh!!

God is Omni. No more will I wax omnitheological. I pushed the OmniLimits to test how much lingual carnage you can handle. Plus, I like to see a cowards take off. Don’t worry, I’ll send them an email. I understand my style of delivery can be a bit too OmniReal for people. Then again, if they don’t like my OmniBeliefs, they probably won’t like my class either. Everything happens for some reason. I can’t spend my life worrying about the people who can’t handle omni. At least I stay true to my thoughts. I can’t think for you. I can’t take the test for you. But I will stand here in front for you.

In my opinion, the divine expresses as energy every physical particle, every light wave, each silly string, and everything else. All I know is abstractions. Everyone creates mind-models of reality. We think in opposites. But all opposites, paradoxes, and contradictions are consilient within the omnidox, within the omnigma, within the omnigod.

All the strange things happen at the boundaries; like electrons tunneling through solid walls; like a universe popping from nowhere; like black holes. It connects everything through the atmosphere carrying our insolative thoughts. Energy is the essential life-force of everything. Understanding it is quintessential to our futures. Its optimization is the answer to all problems in the world.  The tiniest pull in the right places might save the human race. But its hard to spread this spark of energy-knowledge to people is the hard. Getting people to consciously care is the hardest part.  

I enjoy OmniPhilology. I make up all this omni-nonsense to highlight our society as utterly word-bound.  How can you create new ideas without new words? How will you explain your new ideas to people without tying the new ideas into existing words? Our strings of OmniCodes will continue with evolove and become increasingly better. 

Solve the OmniPuzzle. Watch it dissolve before you. What is the OmniWord? OmniLucinate this most real dream. Every human and some animals dream, but we all awake, alone and a part of God’s OmniDream. 

As our intellect accelerates upwards the stairs of science divine, as our planetary nervous system grows an ultra-efficient circulatory logistics system, as we move to claim our infinite birthright, our minds broadened and imaginations empowered, we will at last move through the power of thought. We move in communion with the sporitual world. The solar powered omni ritual world, that is. Don’t confuse pre-rational myths for trans-rational (social synergy) truths. Watch out for straw men building logical fallacies.

I had bigger problems worrying me. Like, would the entrepreneurship and economics classes mush my brain, or would they help me build my family’s business. I wondered if I should drop Dr. Brutus’ class, so he couldn’t stuff my brain with obtuse omniteric crap. 

I looked at my to-do list: buy omnicorder and omniphone to surf the omnetwork. 

Professor, you suck all the joy out of psychology with your omnis.  

I continued, When you speak in OmniLexicon, I feel no rapport, no emotional stimulation, just brutal logic mixed with nonsense. It is excruciating to bear. We aren’t used to this sort of information barrage. As soon as I think I understand the omni, it flies out of my mental grasp. We just got out of high school. We are clueless freshmen. Stop the cycle of abuse. Stop the cycle of abuse. 

This OmniVisionist excels at shock type therapy. Lose the omni and become the trinity of PROGOCON. Both spirit and matter are in motion. I espouse OmniSportism- how we rock in Ohio. We create OmniRock, music to stare down infinity. Say it with me. 

Okay everyone stand up…Hands up…He cranked the Carmen Ohio Theme. O-H….I-O! How firm thy friendship OHIO.

What was Dr. Brutus doing? He had already hypnotized us with ritual mental trauma. Now he had us standing doing the four letter school chants. Was there something in the air? I felt completely distant from the scene. But I went along with it submerged in the group dynamic. 

This life is a test. If you can make it through my energy barrage, you will be battle-hardened in the mental arena. You will have complete control over your entire self, and act in accordance with your values and beliefs. I couldn’t remember who said that.

I’m Dr. Brutus, now you know me.  I am OmniLiteral

He stared at me, boring holes into my eyeballs. 

If the Frenchman with a hollow brain can excel at life, then you should be able to pass this class. Inwardly I scowled, as he directed his words with his eyes into my brain.

Drink up five percent ethanol solutions tonight. Beer is proof of the brutal OmniLove. Celebrate yourself finishing five percent of this class. Drink heartily, for alcohol is no drug. Drugging produces an artificial exhaustion, but ethanol only enhances your senses and mental faculties. Through physical or mental pain, the beautiful hypnotize the world. Presently their absence terrifies us. Verify for me the precepts of behaviorism. Ring a bell and drink a Washington Apple. Stimulus-Process-Response. Man is an animal of stimulus-response. You seek the rewards of pleasurable stimuli. You avoid aversive stimuli. It is quite simple.  Our entire reasoning capabilities, including ethics and morals, depend upon information. We know only memory and prediction, stimulus and response. 

I wasn’t talking to you, Alpha. Only in your solipsistic world is my every word a personal attack on you.

Hear in the echoes of a conch the beautiful tension between virtual spiritual consciousness and the real material being- things and thing-impressions. Feeling flickers of color flecks dancing in mind like fire unbound. Thunderbolt shapes the everliving flame of the world. Right makes Might. Together we are faster than speed of light. See the superluminal omniwave. The power of the united thought of a number of people is always far more than the sum of their separate thoughts: it would be more nearly represented by their product. This synergistic emergence of social entelechy is a key trans-rational truth. The whole is greater than the sum of its components. God and time are man inventions (mind models). because we are intelligent enough to see that god’s time is the universe, an omnitemporal omnisystem in a permanent omnidynamic omnilibrium of interacting geometrical curve differentials. 

Everywhere I imagine my center and nowhere I see the end. There are super intelligent beings above us, on a different scale and dimension than we can imagine, but enough about things I can’t prove. Relax your jaw! The limiting resource for our physically constrained brains is time itself. Our egomni creatively collapses igomni’s wave function. Observation collapses the omniwave function. Perfect your experience! 

Then I suddenly remembered how the toilet overflowed in the restroom before class. Why didn’t everything work perfectly at all time and place?

My mind pullulates with thoughts. I reject your reality and substitute my own. One becomes two and three unfolds infinity. 

I am Omni-tired of this gibberish. I just want to be alone with Elime forever. 

Alpha, you have no talents except for your self-confident swagger. No one cares about your infatuation for Elime. Science will conquer neither death nor disease in your lifetime, much less mine abbreviated. As such I will not permit you to waste this class’ time on such a preposterous subject. 

Is it wrong for our egos to live forever? Is not survival the basis or all life? Can we save ourselves from the ravages of nature, becoming a victim of the geological material chain? I promise you I shall never die.

I need an apprentice in the art of st-ink. I am looking for a freshman that is craving to work in my neuroscience lab.  We research animal models of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. Instead of wasting away your time being hypnotized to the OmniCharacters on holovision, participate in the Expanding Ascendance of omnitruth. Life is the OmniReality Show. Practice intense meditation the brain to stimulate the same biochemical pathways of equanimity. You will become full of love, wonder, and bliss. The brain is the most complex thing in the universe and it's right behind the nose. Feel your brain’s electric surfaces pulse with energy. Resonate with the magnetic plasma waves surging through your nerves. 

However, if you enjoy living a lie completely devoid of reasoning and logic, if you prefer embracing whatever sounds Omni-Mysterious, then you might want to listen to Dr. Brutus.

I would have said that out loud but I didn’t want to delay my well-deserved exit. 

He continued. We are stuck with one foot in the past and one in the future, sliced by the blade of the present. 

Let’s end this first class with a bang. 

Dr. Brutus blew the airhorn, as the bell rang at 2:18 PM. I followed the rush of students flying out of their seats, busting out into the warm September sun, finally free from Dr. Brutus for today. A crowd assembled outside the psychology building, chanting Omni-Sense is Nonsense!!…Omni-Sense is Nonsense!!…Omni-Sense is Nonsense!! I felt close to my classmates, as if we had together fought the hardest battle of our lives.

Well that was almost two hours of my life I will never get back. It was almost as if Dr. Brutus had provided an excellent example of what not to do; the complete antithesis of good. Hopefully it will have some lasting benefits that I barely see at the moment. At least my BS meter is better calibrated. I looked at the neon green clock aside the Psych building Already it was 3:21 PM. 

I had to book it to the Arps Hall classroom for Economics 200.  I waved goodbye to my new Psychological classmates and took off north.

ECONOMICS Wednesday 2:30 PM

I walked into the classroom 142 on the first floor of Arps Hall, the main economics building. With all my surviving brain cells I hoped Dr. Hashimoto would do the opposite of Dr. Brutus, and let us out early. I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and my head pounded for lack of sugar fuel. 

Dr. Hashimoto was a small Japanese man wearing jeans a starched white shirt atop black slacks. The tiny crow’s feet enhanced his teasing smile and he stood in front of an old-fashioned analog projector, reading class regulations from the pull down screen.

The bell rang just as I found a seat in the back corner. I think I managed to slip in unnoticed. 

Alpha Spoey, there you are! You are the last person on my list for attendance. Welcome to our economics class.

Now I shall economize our most precious resource.

The limiting resource is our time alive and well. There is plenty of space, plenty of energy, plenty of information, plenty of matter, but not enough people in time. Everything is time. Everything is money. Time is money. Everything is supply and demand. In OmniCapitalist America, everything is for sale. For most it’s pure business with much to gain or much to lose. 

Buy when no one wants it Sell when everyone does. Do you buy it? The possibilities are endless but we must focus. It is not economics that generates the scarcities. In our minds we create holes to fill. It is psychology that is tasked with the “spiritual” aspects of human nature. Economics is a comprehensive reflection of materialist psychohistory reflecting the physical forces of production, logistics, and ownership.

The Omnarchy believes in MOENI is the binding energy of TIME. Love is the binding energy of SPACE. Money powers economics, which rules business. Business combines the hard natural and soft social sciences into an unstoppable entelechy. Formidable is the consilience of unified social science. We are MOENI in motion. We are not controlled by a piece of Paper, an idea, or a flickering screen! These are ghastly symbols of the living wealth which we represent. We respond to humanity and human faces, hands, and songs. Lest we forget that in this global village we weave the intricate fabric of our economy. Our many technologies form an incredible network of mutual support and interdependence.

Society, with all its layers and features of organization, is a flow system. Energies should be balanced and flow continually.  

But first thing is first. I didn’t become chairman of the economic department by neglecting the OmniConomic Trinity of the OmniCapitalist. 

Not AGAIN! Have the omnis completely taken over the universities? Could I choose something besides Omni or AntiCapitalism?

ProGoCon: Production, Transport, and Consumption…Easy enough right?

This is the process of economic creation: one third planning production, one third moving systems, and one third completing the cycle. Understand the wealth creation process by individuals, organizations, ecosystems, planets, suns, and atomic universes. Take entrepreneurship classes, to get a sense of the personal traits required to do the impossible. Finance is first a personal strategy, for all good things flow through the liberated self. 

Because if I know one thing, there is something amiss, and economics is the driving force behind the will to improvement by humankind, often called avarice by impoverished pessimists and cynics. The current universe is the result of infinite trial and error cycles over13.7 billion human years old. We are spiritual machines advancing on both fronts. 

Let’s optimize the numbers extending geometrically in space. Let’s harness the universal motion machine. Money fuels transport.  Civilization is transport. I am a transologist. I believe all is transport. 

I am a physiocrat. I believe the material world is primary. However Thought rises beyond the material world. As a physiocrat, I believe most economic power is rooted in the land. The ability to manufacture pre-planned objects at all points on Earth. One cargo per path should be the rule of the new transport system called the omnigrid, as earth grows her body along her nervous system, known today as the omnetwork, before as the Internet. Man is a rational economic animal concerned with maximising his economic gain (and therefore happiness) and minimizing his pain. 

I am also a praxeologist, expert in the science of human action. Maximize your real-world incentives as your manage finite resources- especially your neural capacity to pay attention. When the teacher is ready, the students will appear. If your brain is wrong, then synergize the spirit of your heart with your gritty gut brain, and override its ultra-rational messages. The real world is supra-rational. It is omniDimensional. Rational is a symbol representing logical thought, in these limited curves of dualistic black and white ink daubs. The symbol is a hologram of the continuous pattern of creation. I work with the building blocks of life itself in self-organizing energetic geometries. Find the platonic solids, metatron’s cube, the spore of life, the seed of life, the tree of life, the fruit of life, and the womb of the universe. The absolute universe is omnilocal and omnitaneous. Your spiritual consciousness all depends on your omniselfish perspective.

You have all heard the golden rule of economics. He who has the gold, rules. Gold has long been a store of value, worth a week’s work. The Gold is the symbolic of the Sun and the Sun is symbolic of God. The Sun gives us energy for life, while the universe gives us energy for being. We need both. 

In this capitalist system, economics is about whether everything is yours ours mine somebody else’s or no ones’. It annoys me how ignorant the political science department is of economics. Even though politics is group economics in practice. Politics is supposed to be the allocating of capital- human, solar, natural, social, organizational, etc.  Politics is the art of the possible. Economics is the political science of business. In both disciplines, might is right in a world ruled by force power control work. We must politically command our wealth to be rich and free. If MOENI enslaves us, we are impoverished indeed.

MOENI = Material OmnErgy Networking Information

Learn about OmniConomics, which states there is infinite capital in the universe, limited only by our consciousness and power to wield it. The problem with economics is that it ignored the abundance of energy. Capital makes more of itself, duplicating itself as cells divide and multiply. Capital’s growth has always puzzled economists. You cannot create or destroy energy, only reorganize it. But you can create and destroy capital.  The existence of capital has always been a big problem in the field of economics. The “problem” with capital is that it makes more of itself – in other words, it breaks the assumptions of statistical mechanics, that elements are not created or destroyed 

With the triumph of the global over the local, of the speculator over the manager and of the financier over the producer, capitalism became for a while an indomitable failure, as Omnimerica became a national automobile slum. We are after all, only human. Then the pace of scientific implementation accelerates as OmniTechnology starts to grow completely at one with nature, without waste. We learn to harness the power of Nature without dominating and destroying it. 

Yeah, the evil SUV's are heating up the entire solar system!

Um..Excuse me? Anyway, this enlightenment triggered a global spo-ritual transformation of optimistic realism. First info traveled freely, then energy, then matter, and finally people on the omnigrid. It was inevitable. Play the omnigame theory, 

Everything should be automatically awesome when the engineers gain control of society. Nature and people will simultaneously thrive. First information, then energy, then material, then PEOPLE will be free. 

The four Revolutions: agricultural, industrial, information, omnidustrial. It is omnicapitalism, not communism, that produces what Trotsky called permanent revolution, as the omnidustrial omnivolution develops omnilocal production. Everything should be automatically flawless. With our consciousness we have the chance to fight against the physical universe’s destructive power of death over our only source of wealth. Our sporitual mind technology enhances the economic incentives omnicentives to cooperative and coordinate, omnilectically progressing until the society reaches the absolute idea to which there is no anti-thesis: absolute self-optimization. Divine mathematics shall lead us back to the OmniSource. Perfect computations will lead us to the Perfect ION of GOD. The epochs of economic progress prove to be directly related with increasingly abundant sources of subsistence. Man lives on OmniBread alone.

The soliticians of the future will study OmniConomics to determine how to divvy up the solar energy income of past, present, and future. Every hour of sunlight carries enough energy to supply the world with electricity for about a year. 

This society must go on forever. For all its faults I loved it deeply and I wanted it to operate under continual improvement. Through this end of the information age, as we venture into the ultra-physical omnidustrial age, the economy will become a gift economy. Giving will become easy, and optimizing design will allow us all to live like quadrillionaires. The environment will give us all the energy we need. The smallest act of kindness matters more than you will ever know. Some twinkle toes will try to tell you real wealth is Life, Light, and Love. Well I hate to be a grouch, but I think the essence of wealth is Life Land Light Capital Time and Slove. Everyone has personal definitions.

      Economics is the description and analysis of the production, distribution, and consumption of goods and services. We exchange goods and services to their mutual benefit. In fact, capitalism is as elementally humanity: "I have B. You have A. Let’s Trade.” Together these exchanges make up the market in the form of conversations. The market isn’t some mysterious inhuman entity. Instead the market is the most humanistic thing in existence. When you realize the market is an organismal process found in the human interplay of the buyer and seller, you understand the approach of the Austrian school to recognize economics as grounded in human action. In other words, economics is grounded in the creatively competitive choices made by individuals cooperating under the division of labor.

Watch the fight of anticapitalists against the omnicapitalists.  Each individual owns everything and/or nothing.  Think about your normal day. How much of your most precious unredeemable time is dedicated to generating money, or preparing to get money. Is it fair to say economics rules your life? 

The basis of economics is still food for labor. Thus farmers fuel any workable economic system. In Genesis 1:11 it says, “And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so." Humans developed culture alongside agriculture in the first revolution. In the industrial revolution humans developed specialized science and huge machines. In the information revolution humans grew the nervous system of Earth. In the OmniCapitalist OmniDustrial OmniVolution, the nervous system of Earth built its physical body. We always learn to create something better.

If you are who you say you are, we could have anything we want, everywhere, at every time, with everyone who wants to go nowhere but here. The analytic mind wants to bring Heaven on Earth. The spiritual mind wants to turn Earth into Heaven. To shape the world is to become immortal.

I want unconstrained omnidirectional movement on the social transport systems. I want complete clarity on every level. I want total freedom of direction. I want the ability to overcome any obstacle on any level, physical or mental. 

Thanks for letting us in on the secrets of your universe, Alpha Spoey. What are you going to do about it? By the way, I relish feedback and class discussion. Feel free to speak your mind in my class.  

First in order is a little comparative economics. Capitalism means the corporations rule the people. Communism means the state rules the people. OmniCapitalism means the people wield the corporations and the state for goodness. There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere, free thinking of one age is commonsense of the next, 

I feel like I’m on the OmniLoop.

Alpha, since you interrupted me, T or False, in a free market everything is free?

Market will provide everything for free. That is why it’s called a free market.

Teacher, won’t that make everyone lazy. Who will work?

The market will build itself and provide everything perfectly flawlessly and free. 

Money is an idea, a pattern of knowledge with which you might be somewhat familiar. Money is central to economics, as a social memory of human effort. OmniCapitalist reality is OmniCommercial. Your Time is Money. Human life is the supreme value of omnicapitalism, as the omnimarket exists to serve the people. Money, a physical memory of pure power, rules and will always rule our world and our civilized minds. I am willing to wager a few cents of my writing time, that over 50% of your waking time is spent working for money, and the other 30-50% is spent thinking about money, or consuming things bought with money. To Omnimericans everything is positive cash flow. Money isn’t the only thing that matters. Money is abstract human power.and it rules the world. This isn’t bad, it just is. Because of this undeniable fact I omnamed my omnovel the OmniCapitalist.

We live in reality here. The idea of Money rules our lives.  Money is an accounting unit of debit and credit, a common measure of value, a medium of exchange, a means of payment, a store of value, the framework of market allocative system in prices, controlling of the economy through the money supply, causative factor of human behavior. Money represents control over others. Money makes things happen. Money in whatever form represents the WORK and EFFORTS of OTHER HUMANS!

Money represents wealth. What is Wealth?

Wealth is Life. It is Liberty. It is Property. It is Insolation. 

Wealth is Sporitual Solar Powered OmniTransport: 

The transport system must be a social energy SOURCE, not a sink, PROGOCON need trash tube the transport system will consist of three layers- 1-large freight, cars 2-people 3-small materials and energy, fueled by solar fusion, wind, and water so you want to redesign society, the fusion factory at the core of the sun sun flushes 175 quadrillion watts into earth each second, there’s no lack of ideas, a paucity of integrated implementation 

Design without constraints is science fiction how can you predict society? Society is the most complex virtual organization in the known universe, consisting of 8 billion interacting brains and bodies. Saltwater is the ultimate clean fuel. The shift from past to present solar energy is inevitable and will be as transformative as the last century's revolutions in information and communication technologies.

We need to envision buildings as energy sources rather than energy sinkholes. We need to envision roads as energy sources rather than energy drains. Buildings can become the framework of energy sources through which we can build a decentralized energy network,

Economics constrains everything.

The only real wealth you have is in property, this is mine, that is yours, from your workweek to your playpen.  Property begins as an idea in the mind and ends in control of the physical world. Somethings are public and some things are private. Capitalism is the indomitable failure that has produced more wealth than any other system. Cooperative organizations competing to provide the most quality at the lowest cost- they bring the right thing to the right place at the right time for the right person. Capital begins in the mind and ends in the world. Capitalists use your mental faculties to maximize profit and shareholder value.

Cure disease, cure aging, perfect transport, conquer space, and build infinite wealth. In the creation, combination, and sharing of ideas lies wealth. We are chosen by god to create money for all of you to work for. Healthy time alive is the only wealth. The secret of economics is manufactured scarcity inside abundance. Money is the poorest excuse of motivation because some would kill for the sake of green paper. Everything is a double-edged omnisword. You may choose to use this sword for constructive or destructive purpose. The answers lie within you. Never let money master you- it is a great servant but a horrible master. 

Get those omnistatedollars, omni-backed by gomni’s universe, solar energy, Earth, micrograms of gold and milligrams of silver. But most importantly, OSDs are backed by human sporitual transport. Get the omniCash like this. The omnicapitalist dictate is OmniProfit. The omniverse is a perpetual motion machine. Billions of star-size fluid rotors spin in each galaxy, in effect a giant dynamo, charging each other in life and death. On the cosmic scale, energy storage is primarily in the form of the angular momentum. We have accepted an abundance of lies instead of the wealth of truth. I can say what I want because no one reads anymore. People buy colored pictures of light over ink splotches.

  Civilized economy is a matter of TRANSPORATION and Logistics.

The economic trinity is therefore Production, Transport, and Consumption (PTC)

Even production and consumption can be reduced to motion and thus transport.

OmniCome through OmniGo

Our global economy must realize this truth, and optimize our transportation systems to use the 100 PetaWatts of renewable energy always available on Earth’s Surface. All things will be provided automatically by the OmniMarket of the Omnet.

The secret is logistics.  It’s all about motion. Already we are beginning to see glimpses of the beautiful system that OmniCapitalism will become, as its logistics continue to evolve through godlike changes. It will not come easy. It will cost blood, sweat, and robot tears. Everything must go where it is needed. 

Through their own self-interest in survival, the omnicorporation and omnistate will rejuvenate the world, as they had previously damaged the environment. There will be no waste and no negative externalities. And we will save the world through the market, which is the accumulation of human choices. An omnimarket will arise from the superpower of the 7 billion humans, by which we build a global omnigrid, kind of like the Internet, as flows of information energy and materials are freed. As the Internet becomes the Ener Omnet Omnigrid- solar straight path transport, oneshort path of security, simple focused positivity, as we learn to combine the forces of sun, wind, water, technology, and biology to make society amazingly awesome. The free market of the internet transports information and then energy and matter and then PEOPLE. So the problem isn’t a lack of stuff or ideas, but a lack of integrated implementation. Own the OmniNow. He won the OmniGame of owning the monow omnow. Endless puzzles!

I understand you might consider economics a dry subject. My goal this quarter is to show you just how important is your understanding of economics.

. I ccratched my middle finger on the sharp metal of my desk’s underside. I noticed a bit of blood ooze out. Sitting on my left a beautiful lady with braces saw me hurt myself, and pulled out a tissue. Then she fished around for a bandaid. I loved the selfless kindness. I had apparently gottens spoiled on OTI as a child. Omnica showered Beta and I with love for our entire stay on OTI.  Here in OmniReality it seems many people are selfish and manipulative. 

So what motivates you? How much do you discount future work to absorb the present? Hundreds of astoundingly beautiful ladies cross the Oval paths at this very moment. It hurt that I would never see her again, because I never even saw her face for more than a second. I wish I could shoot them all with gentle lightning bolts, I wish we could transcend biology, squinting at the midday sun, All this physical beauty, another amazing vixen ravishing with tight jeans huge brown shades blocking our report, I have seen ten just this morning, I wish I had the time to talk to all of them, but apparently its looked down to talk to strangers, but I don’t buy it, since we are all immortal in our egos,  

The hard reality of humans who must organize activities to clothe feed house themselves forming an interdependent production base and individualistic superstructure. 

 Find the Dual discipline. Become wise as buyer and seller, as producer and consumer, as creditor and debtor, as comer and goer.  Omni ”Come AND Go” PRO-TRANS-CON, OmniCome and OmniGo on the OmniRoad GOOKIZON

Why would Mother Earth continue to sustain us when we disrespect her by hacking off her hair (trees), steal her bones (minerals), and pollute her bloodstream (all bodies of water)? Our TerraSol gives us everything and we still whine and complain. Global Warming is real, and it is killing our planet. The planet has a fever! Our OmniCrisis is this: we have mistaken our greatest resource for our disadvantage. Humans are the greatest entities on the planet. Each human is more valuable than any machine. We are alive and we choose to create the future. The fuddy-duddy doomsayer Malthus was both wrong and right.  Overpopulation presents a threat if our techno-scientific economy does not rejuvenate the environment, as the material foundation of human life. With adequate design, the earth and sun can support more than a trillion humans. It is now possible to give every man, woman and child on Earth a standard of living comparable to that of a modern-day billionaire.  

If everyone is free energy then nobody will be paying for it, we can't have that. Don’t forget to bring your omnistate dollars to pay your omnibill at the omnistore. Unite and flow freely with us. Control a people's money and you control their rations. It is the modern equivalent of keeping control over the keys to the granaries. Their biggest con-job was to promote the so-called science of economics. Their so-called economics is Babylonian slave driving technology. It is essentially a mechanism for looting the people of their money. This world begs to be deceived. Lies temporarily liberate you from this physical reality. Money is everything in this world. Our omnigod is MOENI. You or your parents pay the school to pay me to tortue you. Whistle while you do your homework.

Omni-invest in omnisequential cycles of perpetual perception. 

Everything is energy. Energy is movement, our objective perception concerning subjective work of the omniducer. Eco-nomics studies the social conditions of business. Business has a spiritual intangible artistic experiential side, represented by the soul/mind/spirit. Business combines these intangilbles into a physically tangible dance of the OmniBody.

Grandpa told me that marketers shall ruin the world if engineers don’t stop them. Interest equals Benefit plus Curiosity. Interest their curiosity with future benefits. 

Greed is great- put one foot after another. What the omnipuritans designate the soruce of all evils is actually the natural drive of man’s heroic spirit, the indomitable determination to transform poverty into comfort. We are all born naked knowing nothing and completely helpless. Our parents give us everything. I am now an OmniSlave, and not just an Omnisurper of it. The path has been laid even clearer than it already was. I can now see that my theory will invariably lead the entire world to OmniFreedom through the perfect calculations of the OmniController.

Cure disease, cure aging, perfect transport, conquer space, and build infinite wealth. In the creation, combination, and sharing of ideas lies wealth. We are chosen by god to create money for all of you to work for. Healthy time alive is the only wealth

Will information, a pattern of space curves, be free? Yes, you cannot hold a pattern. You can only hide it. So though we cannot own informational ideas, we own ourselves, our minds, our bodies, and our private energy and matter. Let’s preserve ourselves with omnistoration. We need robust systems of transport through the omniphooluid. 

Witness the evolution of social wiring assemblies. As you know, the Omnetwork/Internet carries information, in the form of energy pulses. Information is almost free on the internet. Soon energy and materials will be the Internet carries information as you know, in the form of energy pulses. Information is almost free on the internet. Soon energy and materials will be flowing free like information on the Internet. Along this EMI-InfoMassErgy Grid will develop our personal transport and freight transport systems. We will preserve the sanctity of transport, under a few simple rules of transport. Only one entity per path. No intersections. No Collisions. All Green lights. No Red Lights. Eventually the Internet’s successors, the omnetworks and the omnigrids, will produce and move people’s information aenergy and materials. 

Witness the evolution of social wiring assemblies. Electricians don't wire four wires together like a crosswalk. Electricians insulate their valuable cargo. Currently automobiles collide paths with trucks bikes and pedestrians. We drive separated by yellow lines, ordered to stop and go by red and green in circular blinkers.  take my hat off wants omnijam on it where talk is cheap and vision true 

And with that you are free. I told you I would economize our time. I have no time for psychobabble. There is nothing but choice, and I now choose to return to my real profitable job as an OmniConsultant. So read chapters one and two to prepare for our Monday class. Good day and Godspeed to you all.

The class jumped up, so pleased that we were let out over an hour early. This mean I had time to fulfill the two tasks on my to-do list. I walked out of the classroom. 

I saw a crowd surrounding a motionless guy, standing smack dab in the middle of the Oval, eyes closed. Coming closer I could tell it was Satama, the witty Indian student from my psych class.  

I overheard conversations over the dynamic visual scene.

Come here and look at this. Dr. Brutus’ lecture has some kid refusing to budge on the oval, standing right in the center not saying a word or moving an inch. Dr. Brutus gave him Averbia and amotia. 

What is the poor guy thinking? Why does he stand still? 

No one knows but people are now demanding Dr. Brutus publically explain his classroom clinamen. 

Apparently, he spoke omniversive nonsense to the students.

I went and bought the OmniCorder and the Omniphone at the OmniStore across High Street.

Wed- Economics86, entrepreneurship omnIdeas92, 1^st scary drive and barnight96, 

ThursdayTeam BBClub100, build omnIdeas104, 2^nd dreamy drive106

Friday 3^rd drive109, final road trip/dream of 2080- Page 112

ENTREPRENEURSHIP 100 

I checked my OmniPhone for the time: It was 3:50 PM. I had forty minutes.

Walking around the well-manicured lawns of the business school, I stopped and read some of the quotes engraved into the marble walkways. One stuck in my mind I couldn’t remember exactly its words, but its meaning stick to me like superglue. Men most love slove and money. Men most fear money and death. 

My mind swirled with thoughts of things to do. I had learned so much in the first two classes. In hindsight, I had gained valuable experience through the mental abuse of Dr. Brutus. I knew my destiny lay in spiritual and scientific business. I knew this class would be even more enlightening. My Sporitual Scientific viewpoint includes OmniDimesionality, OmniPhysics, and OmniQuantum Mechanics. I would use the great foundation established by my grandfather Joseph and father David to save the world with omniProfit. My will to power leads the way. 

An older man with a thick mop of auburn hair stood in the middle of Schoembaum 200, an amphitheatre type classroom. 

He spoke in a gentle voice. I am Dr. Kamp. I am your professor for Entrepreneurship 100 this fall quarter. It is important to maintain a connection to our past. Almost twenty years ago I taught the first entrepreneurship class at The Ohio State University. Since then entrepreneurship has been made an official major in the Fischer college of Business, the second most popular one behind marketing. After all, this is America, the land of opportunity and free enterprise. OmniCollege is the rite of passage from childhood to adulthood. You entrepreneurs are the capital creators of the next generation. Look around you. Every chair, every microphone, every wire, every window, every haircut, every full stomach, each of these was made through value producing organizations, also known as businesses. Business produces Wealth, without which we would have no society. 

You have popped into a capitalistic society, and you must work to eat. It is about branding and selling your OmniSelf. The world has been sold. You have to give of yourself to get the love of others. You are a thousand times more powerful than you imagine. Self-sacrifice transforms. Get used to being wrong. My mentality is that its all a game we practice to provide for our family. Everything is a business venture.

So what are the elements of a successful venture?  Right products and services, Right team, protected intellectual property, right business plan, and right capital. Of course, starting and sustaining a company is easier said than done. Before I say anymore, let me introduce Eric Carholic, who would like to pass on some important information about the OmniBusiness Builders Club meeting tonight in this classroom.

Hello everyone, its good to see you all here today. I’m Eric Carholic, a junior in the entrepreneurship major here at Fischer. As the vice president of the OmniBusiness Builders Club I would like to personally invite each of you to our meeting tonight in this classroom, Schoembaum 220. The OBBC is a network for enthusiastic students desiring to start and sustain great businesses. I hope to see each one of you there. We officially meet weekly on Wednesdays, but as we are quite the dynamic group, there are no limits on the amount of participant collaboration. Omni is the limit.

Being an entrepreneur means that you do the impossible. You must have a robust personality to shield yourself from all the shocks of the market. You can either hate or create, its up to you. Words are cheap. Ideas are cheaper. Only action matters to the market. Ideas are the invisible foundation, but no one cares until you fulfill needs and wants. You have to know the ins and outs of your business. And if you don’t, you must wing it, step by excruciating step. Imagine you have only thirty seconds in the elevator to deliver your pitch to the right executive. 

So why do I need to have more employees doing simple task labor? A robot never gets tired or sick, never picks a fight with another employee, and never gets bored or distracted. Read the classic book The Toyota Way, which describes the ideal process of automation. If the robot does get injured, I just fix it with mechanical parts, and it goes right back to work without worker’s comp. When tools work themselves, everyone will still work to live, but everything will be provided seamlessly through the self-reliant omnisource of social transport infrastructure. 

So you want to reshape society? Harness the power of exponential growth in a balance of multiplication, addition, and a spritz of subtraction. There are Four functional roles of entrepreneur: choreographer, creative destruction, wealth creation, and resource allocator. To get a grasp of the economic fundamentals behind the free market, take economics 200 with Dr. Hashimoto. The free market is the entrepreneur’s best friend, so an astute businessman learns market dynamics.

I support the OmniCapitalist Consporacy. I am a corporation. And so are you.

Know what you have and what you don’t. Push on as the hedgehog.

I started to write down all the venture ideas in my brain. I felt as a kid in a candy store of ventures. It felt good to release all their tension.  I don’t have to do any of these, but I want to do them all.

Everything is absolute existence. It is our perception that is relative. Neural observation collapses the wavefunctions. I use all the brains I can borrow.to process omnidimensional numeric information. I stress the importance of long-term planning. We set ourselves wildly ambitious goals, broke them down into more achievable substages, divvied up the labor and worked through the steps in methodical order. A dream is impotent. A goal is a dream with a plan and a deadline. The only way to do anything is step by excruciating step. 

You must be patiently focused in the details and the big picture of your business. Then you will be prepared even when you throw away the plan. 

Very nice, I like, how much? Everything for sale in omnicapitalism, except for intangible things like mind soul and spirit. 

Stay silent and listen to the market. You could waste time, and talk worries about future, or compain about the past. Or you might choose to create the present?  Who will make the model T of the electric age? Who will bring solar cells to the masses? Who will harness the universal motion machine?  

Then I saw blue light patterns dancing in my head. I heard “We will build the Omnideas.”

Don’t be one of those people that wants to do everything and so does nothing. Take action! Nothing happens until something moves. Stressed by the demands on your time? Keep your blood boiling don't become complacent. Pick yourself up and try again.

Write the OmniProspectus! 

The future is in a state of flux. It does not exist except as a fiction. We must be good ancestors. We must work together to make this place livable for our omni-great-great-grandchildren, and by doing so we make it better for ourselves, as we work to perfect our experience. My desire is to change lives for the better. It is one of the most satisfying things I have done. We need a higher level of creativity to solve the OmniDilemma. I am the omnirapstar. Hold your breath for one minute, then realize how good the air tastes. Be in total control of your mind. You must not search for self-satisfaction, but search for ways to satisfy others. Business is a contact sport. Patience, persistence and perspiration make an unbeatable combination for success. My brain won’t shut up.

I think I inherited my perfectionism from my father, never satisfied, pissed at my jeans pushing into my full stomach when I sit down, always looking for avenues of improvement. Always searching for a better way. Do what you are comfortable with. Follow your joy. Enhance your love. Give your time to receive wealth. God remembers money in motion. For those resolutely determined to succeed, there’s space-time energy and opportunity. Start with time and place to make everything fit in its space. Sometimes a deal can make 1000 times the investment.

Don’t worry about wealth. Success in business is always based on doing something you love and enjoy, which is fundamentally related to your natural strengths and unique personal potential. The workplace should primarily be an incubator for the human spirit. Learn how to create multiple income streams through value added processes. Don’t underestimate the power you have in every situation. You can make what was once unreal, omnireal. Brutal honesty about what exists will serve you will. Language is just a brawny tool of thought. Your brain is your profit calculating machine. The three societal essences are Motion (energy and material transport) and Communication (information transport) enabled by the flow of Money (people transport). You are now living in the merging of biology and information technology. Carry around your wallet, keys, and an OmniPhone- shipped to your hands by the OmniTube. Eventually the globe will be covered with a foolproof giant electromagnetic mailing system. The OmniMarket will provide everything for free in a free market- all you…21st century, instantaneous-loving ingrates. I am so jealous of your generation. You will be the first to experience the extraordinary wonder of the OmniMarket. Buy now, pay never is the motto of the omnifree MOENI market. Lose nothing and gain everything.  When tools work themselves, we still work to stay happy. 

The Omnimarket offers omnipersonal omnicustomization. Everything you want anytime you need right stuff right place right time right price, without harm.

As Kareiva said, “As you wish, so be it.” 

Girls flash your big black Gucci bag you bought at the market above the OmniGrid. I imagine the greatest future and by desiring it manifests.

The universal speed limit for information is C. Yet ponder this noodle baker. The omniversal speed limit for omniformation is the universal existence. Everything emerges simultaneously everywhere. Together we are faster than light. Learn to generate as a god, lead as a king, and work as a slave. Understand the opportunities. Enlarge your market and increase your profit margin. Systemize and Optimize for growth. Figure out your specialization. I specialize in the connection of omnispecializations.

I would create the OmniBrand image, the corporations to end all corporations, to rejuvenate the world. I felt my OmniLife had prepared me for this moment.  Listen to me, talking like an Omni already. My thoughts came sluggishly and slippery. Slowly they flowed with the viscosity of honey. Impossibilities vanish as you fire my soul.

Only alchemic action will work. Alchemy is the rearrangment of the properties and principles of the omnisystem. The Power of God to the masses represents the power to do anything. We are god building god and becoming god through omnichance, omniluck, and omnichange. You are a creature of light, so don’t take yourself too seriously. Live and fight for your laughing light. You have to do no thing. Let people assume and travel on their own pace to truth.

I believe energy is wealth on all levels of reality.

At least act as if you are listening, Alpha. I know this isn’t the most exciting lecture, but it is just the introduction, and we are almost done for the day. What do you have to do that is more important than what I saying right now?

I am getting tired of sitting cooped up in classrooms listening to arrogant airbags spout their memorized lecture.

But Alpha this lecture is freestyle, why are hating on me?

I felt sheepish- remember to stay silent I reminded myself.

See you think the world is ruled by money. Well I think the world should be ruled by MOENI. I don’t care about power over you. I just want to live the best life in my days. I care about omnivalue for others and knowledge of my own self. Profit is only attractive to me, because through sustainable business I can positively benefit billions of humans.  I want everyone to breathe clean air, drink pure water, eat healthy food, receive amazing educations, and have access to the omnifree market and omnihealth care. The human race is a relay race. The goal is to find the best people to work with you. If wills choose to make their ways perfect, finally there will be nothing to take away. Find the flaws and produce a better model of the OmniCan. After the hundreth time learning something, you might just understand it. Life in the omnifamily is just a series of hurdles to surpass.

Playing hard to get oldest trick in the book. It takes Only one idea implemented well to get rich. Don’t be afraid to misstep. Often your mistake be in the right direction.

Memes, or thought genes control our society. These ideas spread virally. Good Thought, Good Word, and Good Deed is all you need. Our biggest question is “what to focus upon?”  Don’t feel sheepish. Herd your mental sheep into an unstoppable stampede toward freedom. My omnifiction is brittle and dry compared to the OmniTropical Island of the Real. Taking the first footstep with a good thought, the second with a good word and the third with a good deed, I entered Paradise. Risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing. Put up or shut up. We stand for action, and still more action. We grow together with can-do types toward a common cause. Our choices only increase by the moment. Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps, down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision. 

You must be the laziest man in the world!

I am OmniLazy. I want everything to be atomaically awesome. What is so wrong about hope for a better future?

See I am cautiously optimistic about our chances. 

You need to have the correct methods applied with the right attitude. Only the strong businesses survive. I am the scientific omnirapper. You learn more through Omnidiscriminating adversity. I wonder if this makes sense to even one person. Lasso this runaway train. Tap the omnibattery! Master a metaphor for something else, Farah. Learn Sacred Geometry. Everyone calls it differently. For a reason Anything happens. Watch as the real world becomes my omnifiction. Most people are uncomfortable with pure thought. The simplest idea, the simplest sentence, the simplest riff, the simplest hat/snare, the simplest melogy, can spark this powderkeg. Get ready for the never-ending battle in the ultimate paradox of a businessman: Omnicontrol for omnifreedom. Of course omnicontrol is impossible. Are you tired of working for someone else? Do YOU have what it takes to be an entrepreneur? Ask not what you can get from your customers. Discover what you offer them, and deliver it. Then you will be wildly successful. Accept challenges with creative spirit and courage to realize dreams. Living this life is about overcoming hardships and being a hero in the face of adversity. Return to the fundamentals: clear principles, concrete objectives, resilient ethics, and exhaustive measures. To be a leader requires courage. Vigorious optimism, sincere faith in the value of our contribution, maximum value/prosperity for employee and employer whatever makes you feel better, 

Everyone is an entrepreneur, whether or not they recognize their status as a buyer and seller. Alpha, your delusional utopia of professional partying amidst , , balance fantasy with fact, dream but do, Dream and Do. Wish but build, imagine but ever face reality. Commonly practice common sense. Trust in time! True riches come from setting up multiple sources of income specific problems of specific customers then specific solutions, Success through refined action on inspired ideas. Multiply Your Time. Time is gomotion through omnispace. In this situation, you're no longer restricted by geographic boundaries or physical form, control your mind-psych, control your body-BME, and control the world- econ/entrepreneurship. Whatever you do, do it completely. How did he know which classes I took today? Word spread so fast these days. Apparently Dr. Kamp did his homework. Apparently most people knew what happened in Brutus’ class, how he went pretty much bonkers with Omni.

What are entrepreneurs? For them failure is no option, an attitude forged through the experience of self-discipline. Have a dream, visualize success, good listeners organizers and observers, they are focused, and they don’t believe failure is an option. When an entrepreneur creates an idea and visualizes a goal to realize it, he then engages his imagination to work on the plan.

Alpha you want to put people out of work.   You want to eradicate weakness. 

Excuse me professor, but you don’t know my thoughts. No I want society to work flawlessly for all people. Our grandchildren will laugh at our primitive intelligent systems, as they hurtle upwards towards the sun in space tubes through the power of will, fueled by the power on Earth.  Why settle for less? 

To myself I wondered what to do today after class. I resolved to make a list of all the business ideas that came to me. Joseph and David Spoey, these two family strangers, established a solid foundation for my company, with their SpoBar restaurant on 17^th and High Street. Now I will grow exponentially on their well-laid foundation. Spotilm must be old school and cutting edge. I didn’t know if I wanted to stick with the name Spotilm. Omnica’s favorite sound in the Anglish language is ILM. She said it stoof for the integrated layer motion of the OmniCapitalist. How about Omnica for the company’s name?  Come on now, it is just a name, how much can it matter? What matters is what I am able to deliver, not the curves communicating company copyrights. Oh how I missed Omnica, my true childhood confidant. I felt her in my mind as my mother figure.

Alpha I hope you have paid attention to my words today. I believe my knowledge will help you as you attempt to grow your company beyond Columbus. You must be a fearless leader, one who praises through the window in success, and gazes into your reflection in failure. Like the sled dog, you must press on toward your goal.

I see. Thanks for helping me out Professor Camp. I have much work to do.

The limiting resource is time itself. I stress to you all. It is easy to waste your youth. But there is no better time than now to begin. 

Use wisely all time, space, energy, material, information, and light. No green virtual grocery omnidome omniphilm, Start your own business on a shoestring budget if necessary. Marriot Hotel started as root beer stand. 

Achieve immortality through the business of your bloodlines. Optimistic realism the only wealth is created by your brain and ends in physical world Eliminate procrastination—by taking bold action to triumph over fear, uncertainty and doubt. Slay the three time thieves: distractions, interruptions, and inattention. Crush your enemies.  Make them your friends with merriment. It is kind of fun to do the impossible. Everything accomplished was previously impossible When someone tells me "that's impossible", I just think they are nutty as a fruit loop.  Nobody tells me something is impossible.  If it's something I want, I don't focus on how I won't get it, I focus on how I will. Spread the Omnime (the Omni-Meme). Those who do, laugh at those who say we can’t. Omniformatergy. All informassergy.

Entrepreneurs must think systemically, balancing several objectives to continuously improve venture performance. It is so convenient to look at just portions of a product's life cycle, but to objectively assess anything one must analyze the entire cycle. This IS NOT a dress rehearsal. This competition is fierce and will eliminate those ventures weak in purpose and implementation. Right makes might. Power is nothing without Control.

Nothing exciting happens in ohnio you are the first one to do it, everyone innovates on the coasts. People are afraid to do new and exciting things here in ohio. Alpha, your grandfather’s Spobar represented one of the truly innovative ventures.

I blushed.

Dr. Kamp continued, Civilization is built on steel and concrete. An entrepreneur is a cross between a designer and engineer of commerce. She does the impossible, mirroring in a small way the omnitime of the omnipreneur. But this class has no place for my cosmic musings. Know yourself you must, as I presume Dr. Brutus just taught you in Psych 100. You must deal in realistic design constrains. This endless journey begins with one idea. As Richard branson said, screw it, let’s do it. The past is gone forever. Only the present exists as a memory in the omnifuture. No pointless regrets or future worries or past complaints, just balancing the future beautiful. Apply past lessons. Set well-defined subgoals on the road to your omnigoals. You started as a sexual idea in your parents mind. You are everything coming from nothing. 

There was nothing but the past there will be nothing but the future, there is nothing but the presence of everything connecting people communities and opportunities, Get OmniState Dollars. Spend the omnicurrency backed by human spirit, earth’s rock, solar income, gold micrograms and silver milligrams, also known as omnicash  or omnicurrency. Spend your omniwage omnipay at the MOENI market, the omnimarkets of Victorian village, Grandview, german village, short north, Clintonville, and don’t forget The Ohio State campus omnicarnival. Remember OmniCool's famous maxim, "the business of omnimerica, is omnibusiness." Why the heck not? They call the weekdays business days for a reason. There is OmniMethod to my madness. No-thing is omnifinity is the secret to everything. The walls have ears, in this old man’s humble opinion. 

There were Sounds from my right. I looked over. I had been so fixed on Dr. Camp I hadn’t noticed the stunning scarlet-haired beauty perched in the seat in the row ahead. 

She pittered quietly, Aww…Dr. Camp is so cute. I hope he writes me a reference letter for graduate school.

I am talking infinite capital.

I raised my hand, That is impossible. Nothing is infinite.

Exactly!

I had been sitting in a classroom for a good part of the day. I was not used to this type of structural isolation. I had never sat indoors, for all the school walls on OTI were transparent, so we could watch the Sundays go by as we learned the ins and outs of Omnology17, the only required course in our OmniSchool, a huge transparent dome. 

OmniSporitology17

OmniForms-Metaphysics

Anergy-Physics

Materials-Chemistry 

Cellife-physiology

iMind-Psychology

OurMinds-Sociology

OmniSpecies-Ecology

Earth-Geology

Sun-mikeSology

Milky-Milkology

Universe-Astronomy

Omniverse-CosmoTheology

Biography-iMe

Anthropology-HuManity

History-Past

Semiotics-Present

Metology/Teleology/Tectology-Futurology

The purpose of a business venture is to invest in value-generating assets, both active and passive. Through leveraging value you build wealth. You need a long-term plan to acquire assets, which are entities/systems/ideas that generate positive cash flow. Through creating value in a relationship your venture produces cash flow. Yesterday’s liabilities hurt you in the form of expensive debt payments. You must be wise in the present to balance income and expenses, to build your assets of tomorrow. There is nothing but the future.

I had inherited the Spoey curse, making things more difficult than they are. I needed to keep it simple sucker. People are the most important part of a company. Therefore enhance mutual benefit at all crucial junctions. 

A business is a neural system that has organized thousands of systems to produce physical products and information services. Through relentless reflection, track the valergy (valued energy) stream information.  Commit to increase quality and decrease cost until your systems are automatically foolproof. Stabilize value-added processes. Eliminate value-negative processes. Build into systems total quality control. Employ reliable tested technology to serve people and processes. I must keep focused on growing the OTI business with the OmniTeam, improving products and services.  Balance an attention to detail with the omniPicture, with the goal of exceeding client’s expectations.

We live in the wealthy OmniSelf of our own alchemelectromagnetihypermetabiocomputers. 

The rich build networks, while everyone else just looks for work. I'd rather have 1% of the efforts of 100 people than 100% of my own time. Luckily I am a quick learner. The symbols of the omnideas gain additional immortality every infinite indeterminate moment localized by self-aware time-binding humans, playing catch with our space-binding animal friends, breathing the oxygen of energy-binding plants growing at one with the omnigrid and human buildings. Buildings use 33% of all U.S. energy and 67% of all electricity. 

Entrepreneurs synergistically orchestrate choreograph other people’s money, talents, and time, thereby creating jobs, businesses, and goods. They simultaneously make money and do good. That is why I chose to spend my life teaching the youth about the potential of entrepreneurship and the free market.

We must dominate experience-arts and knowledge-sciences with business-tech. We are technosapiens largely defined by the sporitual technology in which we are skilled. OmniBusiness connects social arts with natural sciences. With selfish human nature we integrated Arts and Sciences into immortal Business organizations.

Ideas are the bulletproof omnicapital of omnicapitalism. Plan your work and work your plan. It just takes one idea put into action to start an immortal organization. One hundred percent of the shots you don't take don't go in. Engineering is creative solutions balancing multiple objectives. As a businesswoman you must sprinkle magic engineer dust on the problems.  You engineer business systems and they engineer scientific systems. Every thing comes and goes to right time and place. 

Create wealth through business models. Don’t hate on my business model. The best negoiations are when everyone is happy. Mutual satisfaction earns future customers. Create a new one to replace it. This means natural balanced spiritual free business baby. I want to integrate art, science, and business, as the three main human modes of thinking:  communicating experience, testing knowledge, and creating value-producing organizations. Matter is energy in formation. Be gutsy enough to create novel valorizations while solving multiple problems.

The omnipreneur engineers everything happening now. 

I pointed to my third eye and bumped by heart, an electron up for election 

I could be my own VC. I would be the OmniVC. I had omnicapital.

Honestly the best advice I would give you is to keep silent unless spoken too, listen and learn and make your own path, others will lead you astray in this crazy world. People are controlled mostly by emotions. Most are not scientific. Learn the secret of moderation. Dance in the balance between a methodical mind and pulsing heartthrobs.

My only reference point is omni. I own omnitropical islands. omNo thing is the secret to everything. But you won’t get rich lounging around watching holovision with your lover and your dog. Now don’t whine. Just shut up and pay attention to what delivers the most long-term value. Riding to our destination in our vehicle plan. Believe it. Act. There is no other route to success. What I preach for best results is optimizing all systemic parameters. Each component must perform with maximum economy and effectiveness. The elements flow in integrated processes. Heighten your awareness of what's working at this very moment in this chrysalic building of light.

Alpha you never worked a day in your life. You lived the dream on a tropical island. Now you are arrogant enough to believe your heavenly tropical life can be duplicated in OmniCivilization. You have 

See alpha spoey, you don’t have to worry about money because of your trust funds and your family’s company, but it consumes our life. Half of us are here on student loans. Money is energy remembered. Money is stored solar power. Nature is MOENI. 

We need MOENITs to recoup. 

Material omnergy networks information transportation system. Watch as the road system and the Omnetwork of Internets merge, in web 4.0.

It doesn’t make sense until you visualize the foolproof layers of transport. 

Remember, concentrate on Focused ACTION now and reap long-term rewards later. The trickiest part is choosing your object of attention. Good luck and trade well with the balance of the omniforce. On you way home from class today, take off your headphones and look at what nature is singing. Nature be flashin her green cash yo!  We can see more shades of green than any color for a reason.

Good day everyone! 

Dr. Camp’s pearly white teeth were the last images I remembered as I bolted out of the classroom. I scoled myself once I was outside for not introducing myself to more of the OmniBBC members. I checked to make sure I had my OmniPhone in my black leather bag. As I walked toward the breathtaking white marble Knowlton architecture building across Woodruff Road, I marveled at the precise beauty of the Fisher Business School courtyard. I thought about all the students that had graced this vibrant space with their different colored bags. I noticed a quote on the marble steps in front of Mason Hall. It read, business is a combination of dancing and combination. Alone I cannot capture the vastness of the reality catapulted into my brain. Together our consciousness is unstoppable and unlimited, faster than the speed of light. There is infinite numerical information at each point in the universe. 

Then I grabbed myself. Time to go celebrate my first day of classes at the Omni, I mean Ohio State University. I remember walking past the SAE house with their two lions painted gold, every week a different color. It was strangely silent outside for 5 PM. Silence is golden.  It was weird how my memory worked. As I wondered about Frandy, the President of the Omnifrat, I saw his Xterra zoom past me honking. His license plate said FC 23, a reference to his name and jersey number.

I hoped the rest of the day would generate a lot of creative ideas. Unfortunately my mind was mostly overcast, contrasted with the surreal brilliance of the morning sky. The only constant is climate change. The sun’s midafternoon heat seemed to be throbbing stronger each time I dared to gaze upward. I looked down at the asphalt. So much wasted solar energy heated it to steam rippled air layers. Finally I stopped beneath an oak tree, its shade a welcome refuge. I hated the wasteful asphalt. I loved the trees and grass. They knew how to use the solar energy for living. Mimicking nature’s brilliance has a future. Two squirrels chased each other up and down, two with acorns in their mouths. Suddenly a white squirrel appeared in the branches and climbed down the trunk. I noticed it had transparent red eyes. I could see the dark spot at the back of each eye.

The world is in-formation. Live and learn. Clichés become clichés for a reason. Squirrels dart pass me on the bench, carrying half of an acorn, while ants work feverishly on the concrete. The bumblebee or carpenter bee hovered in front of my eyes. I squinted at the evening sunset filtered through the trees. The sun blinked, level with my eyes at this hour. I felt full of gratitude to be alive on this beautiful planetship spinning around a fluid fusion reactor. The best things happen spontaneously. The world is in-formation.

No more teachers’ omniboring speeches and cramped classrooms until tomorrow (Thursday). At least I didn’t have class scheduled on Friday.   I couldn’t believe I had to go through four years of this mental torture just to get a dried mash of dead trees daubed with curved ink rapier splotches. Cursed I am with an inordinate love of nature. 

Omnelle schemed silently as she shut off her OmniPhone. She had been watching a live feed of Alpha Merica walking through the Oval. He hadn’t realized that everything was recorded and syndicated in reality. What a naïve kid he was! Katabaz had done well to mold his brain into an OmniChasing machine. Alpha will be at my fingertips. He shall make me rich and famous beyond my wildest dreams. I shall make Beta and Alpha fight over me. I will make Alpha jealous by flirting with Beta at the AutoSpomniBar. Alpha cannot resist my magnetic attraction. Once he lays eyes upon my face of perfect symmetry and luscious toned body, Elime will be a distant memory in his mind.

Finally I made my way through the Indianola alleys, to the back Elime’s house on the corner of Northwood and Summit. With the bent silver fork kept in the top of the tall wooden fence, I flicked the black latch and jiggled open the wooden fence gate. The fence maintained a semblance of complete security for Elime’s roommates and their animal friends. The oak tree near the right house window had dropped enough acorns for three squirrel families. I ran up the steps to Elime’s back door- my black Skechers caught on the concrete. I sprawled onto the tiny wooden foyer. Luckily my hands caught the blow. A light grey concrete scrape appeared on the black Skechers. 

Katabaz pulled out his binoculars and studied Alpha’s movements as he stumbled on the steps of 2149 Summit.  It would be too easy, this one. Katabaz laughed at Alpha’s naiveté. Does he really think he escaped his feral island home without my help? Katabaz would never lose his prime investment vehicle, Alpha Merica himself.  I even hired the fishermen who “rescued him.” Alpha doesn’t realize the indomitable will of his competitors. My twenty one year old feral child cannot keep my hard-earned fortune from SpoKa. Never!

Sheesh, I can’t get a break today. I manage to figure out the prime secret of the universe: OmniGo, and we Observe our Eternally In Formation Yet Absolute One Physical Reality of Spatial Waves of Energetic Materials, but I can’t even walk up stairs. Our observation collapses in a finite fashion the omniwave function. I’m sure your eyes skipped over that doozy turn of a phrase. 

The solar cells of the trees swayed in the breeze. The leaves’ color remained green with orange and red tinges. Gee I’m a tree. The tree is way older than me. In a strange way I envied the oak tree’s stability. I’ve got to figure out my role in creating value for OTI. I saw myself as a visionary with too many demands on my time. I wished I could create the ideas and send them to my engineering team to build.  I am much more comfortable with the OmniPicture than the details, although both are just as important.

Elime wasn’t home from class yet. I went to her desk and set down my notebook. I crossed off my two fulfilled to-do items, as I had purchased an OmniCorder and an OmniPhone. I didn’t like the OmniCorder nearly as much as the OmniPhone. In fact I’m pretty sure the OmniPhone could do all of the functions of the OmniCorder. Just another gadget to talk about, I assumed the OmniCorder, a tiny pen like device.  I put that down and picked up the OmniPhone, an silver display film. It looked indestructible. Don’t be afraid to delete, but don’t forget to save. I needed to put it to use. I would record the main Omnideas I had into my OmniPhone. I couldn’t wait to get these down on paper. I wanted to show the world my vision. So far I’ve only had 2 billion thoughts. I resolved to record all Omnideas into my OmniCorder, for the good of the OmniRace.

I lost myself into the unconscious creative.

First idea is OmniPhilm, to harvest the sun’s energy.

Second idea is OmniCar, because people will always want their own car, although

the underlying infrastructure will improve. The automobile system integrates into the flawless OmniGrid.

Third idea is OmniBar, which serves the healthiest liquids, solids, plasmas, and gases, automatically on demand, in the form of a standardized dispensing system. The facile duplication of the OmniBar system lends itself to franchise opportunities.

Fourth idea is Spoles, which suck water and solar energy out of the air, and produce clean water for drinking or irrigation.

Fifth idea is the OmniDome, which use aquaculture fueled by wind, water,

geothermal, biological, hunergic sporitual omnergy, and solar energy. The OmniDome produces energy, foods, fluids, fibers, and fun for the global OmniGrid.

Sixth idea is OmniDent, an automatic system for washing, flossing, rinsing, and strengthening your teeth and gums, a total solution to home-based oral health.

The Seventh idea is OmniTect, an automatic pathogenic testing system on any bodily substance.

Eighth idea are Clowns, (creates life out of water never sinks) which are floating islands using windergy, watergy, biergy, solergy, and hunergy to produce fantastic fluid, fuel, food, fibers, and fun.

Ninth Idea is OmniGel Factory, for bulletproof vests, furniture, clothing, insulation, floats,  

Tenth idea is Spodarts, the ultimate in personal security, as electromagnetic arrays of pharmaceutical incapacitation darts.

Eleventh idea is the flawless self-optimizing OmniGrid that supports all P-IME production transport and consumption.

Twelfth (hard to spell) idea is the OmnyD Information Device, like the OmniPhone on steroids, to manage every physical, psychological, or virtual information feed, with a flexible omnidisplay and transparent and double sized keyboard.

Thirteen idea were OmniParticles which homes onto any cancer, images them with magnetic particles and destroys tumor cells with harmless but high frequency magnetic fields and infrared laser bombardment of optical particles.

Fourteen is OmniDoctor, which maintained each strand of DNA in yoru body in its youthful adult shape indefinitely. It employed all medical systems necessary to continuously rejuvenate all your organ systems, even curing the aging process.

Fiftheeth is the OmniDroid/Tron/Bot, which integrates all the above functions.

Sixteenth is the OmniWater, which provides all the nutrients needed to thrive.

Seventeenth is the OmniGrocery, saving ten trips by providing superior service. 

I snapped out of the unconsciously creative typing trance. My OmniPhone beeped and switched back to passive protected mode. I had just written from a place where I could not return. Those omnideas were all I could think of at the moment. I felt as if a huge weight had been removed from my skull. Looking back over them, I saw that some were most I also noticed most of them were omnistyle, which meant that I had be infected with omnitic omnivirus of omnosis. Fortunately it was curable, but only on by OT Island.

I realized I had over one hundred business ideas to pursue. I can’t wait a decade before working prototypes are available.  I had just written down almost twenty of them. That was enough for now. Now I just needed a team to help me build an organization to market these ideas. The strength of our venture lies in the participatory dynamic, and the effective delegation of responsibilities and tasks The strength of this movement will come in the form of total group participation, and my effective delegation of tasks and responsibilities to others who are ready to step into leadership roles. 

Why couldn’t a team organize itself to magically know my ideas and build them for me? Why does everything take so much effort to affect? I guess the whole point of coming to college is to network with like-minded ambitious young adults. They call the weekdays business days for a reason.

Listen to the helicopters protecting the skies. Feel the roar of the jet engines. I felt glad to have aerial machines dedicated to our safe transport.  I am enslaved by my own diligent mastery. Don’t misunderestimate me, Alpha. I just want to feel the rubber burning under my feet, savoring a soothing fruitsicle.

I decided to get behind the wheel for the first time. I snuck out with Beta. 

Where are we going?

Shh!! I punched him on the shoulder.

I felt embarrassed that she would have to teach me to drive. I would borrow Elime’s car while she was at work. I really wanted to impress her with my driving skills. 

I had told her I knew how to drive, which was only half true. I mean how hard could it be? Two pedals, steering wheel, turn signals, stay in your lane, and check your mirrors before turning. Driving had to be simple. I should do it with my eyes closed. 

I had merely wanted to learn how to drive.  I never expected how frustrating, horrifying, and amazingly entertaining it would be. I sped through the alleys in Elime’s black Xterra. I looked away to take notes and almost smashed into the slow-moving truck in front of me. Keep the omnifocus, Alpha! Even a one second lapse in my attention could spell disaster. I could not give Katabaz what he wanted.  I loved this immense infrastructure of the automobile. The secret to the world was omnitransport. 

Parked Cars blocked my view of the road. Blindly I turned onto the one-way street Summit, flooring the gas pedal to merge into oncoming traffic. Four blocks ahead a car sat in my lane, in front of Ruby Tuesday’s. I swerved out of my lane and turned right on 17^th, narrowly missing three brown Rumpke garbage cans blocking half of 17^th Street. Where was the trash tube when you needed it?

I realized Life is so much bigger than my bubble of reality. How can I best benefit the whole of existence? I wanted to maintain create and repair all the relationships time had severed.  

Nothing stood still, from the strings to the cars to the people to the galaxies to the universe itself. You couldn’t pause anything if you tried, that is, unless you deceive yourself with illusions. Not a bad idea, because illusions are the final truth from a neurological standpoint, but not from an omnidimensional standpoint. All around me zoomed cars and trucks of different models sizes and colors, with rectilinear houses, strung with black wires on brown wooden poles. I noticed a Mazda with a huge video screen in the center console. The driver seemed to be watching re-runs of the Buckeyes 2020 national championship in Florida. Step by step the team had earned their title. President Ohbrook of Florida called a press conference to drink Gatorade from a Buckeye shaped cup. 

I waited at Indianola for ten cars to pass me by. I turned right, finally glad to be on a two-way street. The future will be more beautiful and flawless can imagine. Our children will laugh at our physical ineptitude. We get faster smarter more powerful and more unified as time goes on.

You know they say the neurotic has problems, but the psychotic has solutions

Then I am psychotically neurotic, a pessimistic optimist, even a selfish altruist. 

Well at least you didn’t say that OmniReal bullsht.

No but you did.

Stoplights made my blood boil. Everyone got frustrated and unloaded their emotionals problems on each other, waiting for no one at red circles of LEDs. The DJs on the radio were the worst of the lot, waxing about their feelings. I pay the commercials to hear melodies, not vocal chord flaps. 

I got one red light on Lane for two minutes, then hit the next one for 2 minutes, and two more after that, waiting for no cars in the perpendicular lanes, so stressful my jaw ached from clenching it. I felt privileged to be one of ten cars waiting for no one at the red light on Lane and Neil Avenue. I began to see the opportunities for improving this impressive system. Every intersection destroyed traffic flow. Every square foot of road can be used for sustainable IME production.

The next light turned red to green as I went through the light, trust me Beta, I know this light system. The next light turned orange as we went through, and Beta gulped nervously.

Relax, the light was yellow when we entered the intersection. That means caution.

But orange means fiery torture chambers!?

I realized growing up around Katabaz had made us quite anxious, anal, unable to truly relax. I resolved to turn this painful psychological trait into strength as I followed the sun. 

The car next to me slammed its breaks to avoid hitting a jaywalking pedestrian.

Stop gritting your teeth Alpha.

Then stop holding onto the armrest for dear life.

I didn’t feel like my true self as they said I would act like, revealing the truth alpha. If I had only heeded Dr. Brutus’ warning to stay cool calm and collected. I was used to omnifreedom from the island. I couldn’t turn left between certain times, I had to stop for red octagons and red circles, keys always got lost, the trash gets spread everywhere like broken glass, in this clusterjam of transport something needed to change, I lost control from the alcohol. It is better to learn from others’ mistakes than make them yourself. Then I remembered Dr. Kamp’s words, don’t worry about money, focus on generating positive cash flow from investing in capital assets. Find out what you need to succeed. It will be the hardest thing you will do. For Omni Reason Anything Happens.

Beauty Full Business will save the World. Time to Man up, Alpha. Boldness is needed to fulfill heaven on earth. Sometimes the cards are stacked against you, but take care of your own dealings with flair, and those around you will do the same.

I saw the three guys in cut-offs lobbing their football across Indianola and 20^th. Again I remembered that everything was omnitransport.

I needed a shower after that extra stressful drive. I stepped in the shower watched the dirty black footprint from the day walked furiously becoming one with my black sandals. 

As I stood in the tub watching the bubble colonies slide down the porcelain shower wall to certain destruction, I thought to myself we are all bubbles of the highest power in the universe. Each bubble picks one holographic optical resonation to reflect. This is dedicated to the person who can tell me in one sentence what I was thinking when I wrote this monstrosity. What, I’m not allowed to have feelings. I can judge my own work, maybe not objectively, but sobjectively. I believe there is a mentally subjective component to reality (idealism) as well as an objective truth that's absolute (physicalism).

I consolidated what I had learned so far today. Remember what you have learned or you will be forced to learn again. Do not flash your wizard cape in public. Only a select few may know your secret of sorcery. Don’t reveal everything at once like I do. I am left vulnerable, as I chose to expose my secret weapons. You may steal their power and leave me relatively impotent. Keep stringing thoughts together with the illusion of continuous stable self, when the self is made of the observation of change, movement, but observation is merely the brain’s virtual simulation of machines calculating I/P/O differences, in the balanced trinities of existence, business (Build Market Recreate), psychological (learn, remember, forget), economic (produce transport consume), metaphysical (creation preservation regeneration). Only the pain of seaparational thinking is real, but I’d take the real truth over a lie anyday. This is all just omnishampoo in the hair of God.

Hopefully I was a better businessman than driver, for I suddenly felt the stress of my position bearing down on me. Screw all my problems. Screw all the things I had to do. To save my family, create OmniDeas, gather an OmniTeam, build my OTI business, spend time with my new friend Elime, take care of Beta’s emotions, network with professionals and students to work with my company, my metado list was endless.

They could wait for today. I pushed away my creeping guilt. Then it crept back. My life had just begun. I had been a captive of the Carerrorists on an island for all my life, brainwashed and drugged with who knew what. Yes, OTI seemed a pristine reserve next to Columbus, but OTI couldn’t offer the excitement as the omnireal world of capitalism. I wanted to go out and meet new people. Isn’t that what freshman were supposed to do? How come I got dropped into this overwhelming city with a hundred things to do? 

I got lost in my thoughts. 

Why couldn’t I kill thirty birds with one stone? I could go out and record any additional OmniDeas in my OmniPhone. That way I could see what real life is for the normal freshman. Once I understood reality, I could begin to solve the many problems I saw. Why couldn’t I do everything at once? I began to realize I could not do everything myself.  There was not enough time. Together we are faster than the speed of light. 

I decided to go out and restrain myself, for I did not want to end up like Elime’s friends, who climbed the hill of drunkenness and rolled all the way into vomit valley and two day long hangovers. 

For once I became fed up with people bothering me. Then I took some deep breaths and reminded myself to relax. Beta lay in the grass. I had regretted letting him come out to the bar with Elime’s friend’s ID.

We went to pregame with Elime’s friend at Angela’s house nestled in the Iuka Ravine, on the second floor of a spacious apartment sporting a finished cedar interior.

Oh, I know someone who just turned 21. Beta can use his ID tonight.

On Wednesday it is lodge bar. Dancing Girls in tiny blue bikinis served drinks at the Lodge Bar. Still, waiting 30 minutes for my beer doesn’t cut it. I couldn’t hear myself think. The music became my thoughts. It was Wednesday Mug night, which meant it was 18 and over. I was glad I just turned 21. Beta shouldn’t have a problem getting in, because he didn’t like to shave his dark beard that made him look of age. I tipped the girl 7 bucks but I still have to wait ten minutes to get a drink. 

Beta gets sad about every pretty girl passing by his eyes. He can’t find the courage to talk to them. Only omnelle broke through his shell, the temptress. She tricked him to get close to me, He was so afraid of rejection. I laugh at rejection. I optimize intellectual cynicism and willful optimism

This girl with a t-shirt saying “Best buns in Columbus” pulled me to the dance floor, which resembled a mosh pit. Deep breaths were hard to steal, as I moved along with the flowing and rocking mass of sweaty smiling students.

The Lodge Bar was sweet, but I longed for the AutoSpomni-Alpha Beta Bar. I couldn’t figure out the best name. Who cares what it was called? It was a place to experience, not just soolight curves to understand. My thoughts felt wet, flowing loosely. I could feel the effects of the alcohol, even though I had had only two beers. It was a euphoric care-free feeling, kind of like the iron pumping high combined with the giddiness of riding the summer ocean waves. 

I tipped the bleached blonde bartender one hundred dollars this time but she still didn’t serve me first. Maybe she couldn’t hear me say thank you. Why was I still here, paying and waiting for drinks? I couldn’t even hear myself think. I needed to take better care of my surroundings. Learn at every second and you will be a genius in five years. It would take me at least ten years to catch to up to everyone here in OmniReality.

I faced the bar and watched the melee as twenty screaming customers tried to get drinks from three hectic bartenders. 

Suddenly I felt a glancing blow from behind, knocking the wind out of me as the bar collided into my stomach. 

Get out our way! Two huge bouncers drug a thrashing guy in pinstrips through the crowd. I regained my breath. Well at least they didn’t mean to push me.

Then a large woman stepped on my toe, exposed by my sandals. I could feel the nail snap in the middle. I screeched in pain, but no one heard me above the musical roar.

Why wasn’t I at the autospobar alpha beta bar? They let you choose between being served and serving yourself. With no waiting for drinks, autospobar features instant service and flawless quality. The names and faces change but the game remains the same as we follow the sun with our socially supra-light speed consciousness. Through technological telepathy we are faster than light. We approach omnispeed, the speed of light cubed in the omniquation omnalgorithm. I had to look on the bright side of life.

Patience Alpha. Everything was so inefficient here. I was used to omnifreedom from the island. Here everything doesn’t happen effortlessly. Everything takes work. I couldn’t turn left between certain times, had to stop for red octagons and red circles, keys always got lost, the trash gets spread everywhere like broken glass. Everything needed to change in this clusterjam of transport. 

I should probably slow down my rate of drinking. I was glad that I had eaten such absorptive food at Elime’s beforehand. Elime fixed her specialty, peppercorn crusted Parmesan chicken, Italian pasta with homemade marinara sauce, and a vegetable medley. Her Italian dad showed her how to make that dish. His name was Joe, a policeman in Cleveland who always sent Jody home with fresh produce from his garden. Their motto: protect and serve. Elime taught me to have the utmost respect for the law enforcement officers. They risk their lives to serve society.

I toasted Elime and Beta.

This is for those who didn’t make it here to celebrate with us. 

Elime smirked, Lighten Up Alpha Merica.

We left Lodge Bar walked to AlphaBetaBar (ABB!) on 17^th and High street. It was three floors, with the USERVE column stations in the center of the open floor, and the WESERVE bar at the back of the ABB. USERVE stations provided flawless automated service, while WESERVE used the same OmniBarSystem with the added personal bartender’s touch.

At first SpoBar seemed a hypnotic environment, much like our nightly dances around the beach fire on OT Island. Then I found myself bouncing my head to the energetic live electric band, and marveling at the cutting-edge “atomatic” systems in the bar. I loved that you didn’t have to wait to get drinks. And I loved to see everyone bobbing their head or bouncing on their feet. The band, drums guitar and keyboard, had more direct contact with the audience than I could believe. We hung onto each tasty riff.

After a few drinks I decided I wanted to check out some house parties, drink for free with more freedom to sit and converse. I wanted extraordinary people to work with OTI. I would come back to SpoBar tomorrow to survey its systems and daylight scene.

The scene at this house party on 16^th street topped even the ABBar, except for the keg line. Apparently we had arrived at the end of Beer Olympics, just in time for the last live band of the night to start, called They’re Already Doing It. They had four simultaneous games of the campus favorite, Beer Pong. I heard so many parallel conversations, but I could only follow a couple at time. Then it was cornhole time. Being my first time with drinking games, I must say I enjoyed myself. I had a special talent for locking the last cup in beer pong. Elime surprised me as my partner, hitting at least half of our cups. Beta couldn’t hit a shot tonight, but he won a few games with Sonella as his cornhole partner.

As I was about to nail the last cup, I heard my name in a subtle sultry whisper. I whirled around to hug Omnelle. As she squeezed me tight I felt invisible energy exchanged between us. I instantly liked her. I liked how she made me feel, so powerful. Her shock-n-awe, devil-may-care attitude rustled my spirit. She simultaneously attracted and repulsed me.

Then I caught Elime’s icy stare. Omnelle had interrupted her beer pong game. By focusing we change reality through the kaleidoscopic psychomnitropic looking glass. We each hallucinate our own reality representation through our amazing holocomputer in our heads. You squint to see light rays outside, when they are really on the inside of your head, inverted at the surface of your retina. 

After this game of beer pong I felt a bit woozy. I made my way upstairs to the bathroom. I finally had broken the seal, a great experience in itself. I washed my hands. 

Behind me I heard a tumble down the stairs. I jumped off the staircases and watched. An unshaven guy had landed at the bottom of the wooden stairs, presumably passed out. I didn’t see any blood. Brown tobacco juice dribbled out of his mouth. Someone said his name was Frisbee. I didn’t want to touch him. He looked so peaceful.

I let someone else take care of Frisbee and made it outside. Talking to people outside the party, I learned conversations topics to avoid: religion, politics, family problems, health issues, sexuality, doping, and death.

I was tired of this party.

Elime wanted to cap the night at her friend’s party on Frambes and Waldek. 

Walking there I was approached by a few bums. I gave money to the first two. 

Leave the bums to their aluminum cans. Don’t look at strangers, Alpha. 

But even you were a stranger at one point. My own parents are stranger. Try to understand my situation. I’m an outsider in Columbus. I couldn’t keep up with these professional partiers.

The house party had a much different vibe than the bar. Two story beer bongs are seldom forgotten, but I sincerely doubt Beta will remember his first one. I stood next to him, as he gulped down probably four beers in one point five seconds. He smiled starry-eyed and then keeled forward. Fortunately I was paying attention so I broke his fall. He was only 150 pounds, just an average skinny guy, so I could handle twice his dead weight. Nothing more exhilarated this Omnyphus than lifting heavy objects and placing them back down. Drinking was safer than I thought. I hoped the irony hadn’t escaped him that I had found an ID for him to use at the bars. I had facilitated his drinking and now I had to pay for it. The omnirony hadn’t escaped me. Creditors remember better than debtors anyway.

So many things happened in a day in Columbus. Everything was so complex here, no simple relationships like on OT Island. Everything seemed complicated and overwhelmingly stressful relative to the days spent learning Omnology17 on the beach. Feel the energies rush up your spine as you feel the universal current flow of thought. You are alone with everything. You are immersed in an omnisea of infinity. Rinse and repeat the day. You are spitting at me. Break them down into baby steps and do them all right. Dr. Brutus said be careful for each relationship you form has the possibility to suck you down into a destructive spiral. Stay true to yourself and to your friends will be too.

The taxi dropped Elime off. She asked me to come in, but then looked at Beta’s pale green face and closed eyes. Every night on campus there’s a bar with a mug special. 

Come inside with me. You guys can sleep on your couches. I want to watch some holovision before I sleep.

I motioned to Beta slumped against the window seat. I should probably take him back to our house.

You should probably take care of your friend.  Sleep seemed like such a waste when there was an entire city surrounding me. Think of all the people, all the buildings, all the energy, all the machines, all the computers, all the roads, and all the things happening all the time. 

Then I realized the truth in what Dr. Brutus said, that selfish hedonism and unbridled emotions lead to drunkenness and disaster. That being said, I didn’t know what else I truly had to give to the world. Wasn’t all reason based on emotion? 

Nonsense, I imagined Brutus saying, your fifth brain reason of your third eye controls your mammalian brain.

Without rationality, I disagreed with Brutus’ thought. The 1^st brain was not the amoeboid. The First Brain was the HEART.

Inside me there is the Heart of Life, the first brain propelling the other five. 

Based below my brainstem, the primordial amoeboid 2^nd brain enforces Survival.

In the brainstem, reptilian 3^rd brain knows when to flee, feed, fight, or mate.

In the midbrain and limbic system 4th brain mammalian generates emotions

In Neocortex 5^th brain controls selfish language.

In Prefrontal 6^th brain controls Self-control.

Alpha where did you go?

Sorry I was just thinking about my professor’s warning about alcohol.

That’s silly, Elime said as she walked upstairs to get ready for bed.

I heard such different ambient sounds here in Columbus than off the coast of Brazil. OT Island was naturally silent at night, except for the shrimp popping and crabs snapping in the windy surf. Three blocks away wailed the approaching locomotive along Big Four, the spooky street north of 4^th Street. Of those who had ventured beyond train tracks at The Big Four, none had returned. It was officially the edge of off campus housing. 

I dreamed elime kissed two other guys right in front of me at the bar. I woke up shivering without a blanket.

I love you, Alpha. Elime said.

Thursday Morning Time to eat and go to class - Omnesthenia

For the first time in my life, I woke up slightly hungover. Even though I spent the night taking care of Beta. My head pounded and my mouth felt like sandpaper. What had I done?  I heard Beta groaning on the purple velvet couch. Headache. Dry Mouth. Stomach Pangs. Where’s the water bottle? 

Time to Man up, Alpha. I had no excuses, I had on my own brought these minor alcohol sickness on myself last night, memories flashed through my throbbing mind chamber, omnireality could get very overwhelming, I don’t remember much pain, in pain Omnica was always there on OT Island, to take me to a special room with a healing fruit smell, there I lay in the ultra-comfortable bed, looking out at the waves crashing on the shore, tracking Sol as it appeared to the east, paused at midday in a blaze of orange-yellow, and waved goodbye with a spectacular display of and finally blues and purples , I remember one day as a child when a nearby storm turned the sun green, even the water and the sand tingued a sickly color of string bean. 

Instead of wallowing or moping anymore I picked myself up.

I smelt and heard Elime fixing eggs and bagels with orange juice, brewed coffee, watched vanilla crème swirl into the golden brown elixir. I looked out the front door down Northwood Avenuem at the train steaming beyond big four, carrying and fueled by coal. 

Beta slapped himself when we told him what happened last night. My head still pounded after breakfast. I had to lie down again. Elime seemed to well-adjusted to the morning after sickness, giving us popsicle after raspberry popsicle. My lips turned dark scarlet. I scowled at my irresponsibility. I cannot party like last night if I expect to manage the business ventures of OTI. I need to be ultra-sober about the evil of aggressive force and the beauty of voluntary action.

Elime noticed me picking at the red spot on my jaw line. 

Leave it alone alpha.

But it itches. I’m not sure what it is.

It will go away. 

That’s Good advice. I loved that she was so supportive. I had more pressing things on my mind. What got me here won’t get me to where I want to be.

Elime, last night and today I noticed the difference between my caretakers on ot island and the people I meet around here. They seem so self absorbed and manipulative. They yelled and screamed over each other to talk.  Don’t they respect each other? All these friends seemed to secretly hate each other. Emotional terrorism was the norm.

You know what they say, keep your friends close enemies closer. What nourishes you also destroys you with its particular promises. People have layers of onion you must peel to get to the core self of no-thing. 

Huh? I don’t follow. I like to love my friends and fight my enemies. 

Well you yourself lived with the Carerrorist OmniBomber himself for twenty one years. People are complex alpha. Just look at the battle of the sexes. Many people are incapable of comprehending their own life, remaining hapless bystands on the brink of mental collapse, emotionally and spiritually isolated. You see all your responsibilities as a problem, when they are really blessings in disguise. People would kill to have your opportunities. Prosperity is full of friends. Friendship is tested in adversity. Strive for courage in your own adventure and generosity in others’ troubles.

See no one really cares about you. They love the idea of Alpha Merica the celebrity. They fear the idea of Katabaz Theodix. They care about the idea of you in their head. But no one really cares about Alpha Spoey the person. They care about what you offer their omniself. Deliver what they want and you will succeed. Give them what you want and you will fail. Try to catch people’s names and use them in the conversation when talking to them. Alpha learn that people will piss you off, everyone is not nice here in reality, maybe on your tropical island everything was peach and coconuts, but here its smoking mirrors and intellectual steel. You cannot please everyone, but you can try. People don’t care about you alpha. They care about what you can offer them. Might means right to them. People need drama to stay enter-trained. Don’t worry Alpha. Everything will be all right. Run your hands through my keratin strandreds.

Who are you Elimarley? 

My entertainment is watching nature unfold: the ocean, trees swaying in the wind, nighttime stars and the moon. All of nature is my holovision. I wish I had the OmniScope for OmniVision.

People expect you to read their minds. Act consiliently. Don’t let yourself be made a fool, but laugh if you play one. Smile and the universe will smile with you.

In spite of this brutal fact, aspire to be patiently positive, and persevere. Use your creative powers for personal, physical, mental, and sporitual growth. Slowly but surely the greater good comes. We aim at a better place, out of this present mess. Choose to ignore or embrace it. You don’t need to say anything. Just think and act right. Words are wasted on this one.

I questioned school walking to the class. An angelic blonde in pink crossed my path on High Street, evidently not looking probably not looking because I was staring like a creep. I needed to find out who and what and how my business will do. I think I could do more than sit there subjected to Dr. Brutal’s emotional terrorism. As soon as I reached the classroom and heard the terrifying voice of Dr. Brutus, I opted to skip class in favor of productive action. I did a 180 and walked to Iuka Ravine to continue reading the copy of the OmniCapitalist. I enjoyed reading human text as nature unfolds her dress. I made it ten pages in before being interrupted by brainstorming about my own business ideas. Reading the Omnica was the closest to a conversation with my father that I could have. 

I wanted to go for another drive. This time I would go away from the OmniCampus, to where people did not have an OmniCare in the world, except crops and livestock. I needed to find a secret workshop to develop and I would go north on State Route 23 (High Street) toward Marion. I pulled out of the spot with ease, tapping the fence post across the alley. I turned right onto Summit from Northwood. 

I remembered what Elime said. Human error is the cause of most accidents. 

I talked out loud to myself. This is not your car. You don’t have a license. You don’t even know what insurance is, although it sounds important. You must be OmniCareful. Yet how astoundingly powerful this system of transport was. My heart floored as I harnessed explosive power. My tires gripped the road around the turn. I gazed at the world racing by the omnivolving reflection in my rear view mirror. My life got more and more exciting as time went on, with every new experience, technology, and friend. I clicked on the radio to 90.5. Some speedy bluegrass number baffled me.

I merged onto the highway 315 going North. My body roared as the gas exploded, pushing my pistons past the cars on my left. I heard Elime, Joe said to slow down at 10 mph over the speed limit. I was going 75 in a 65, a good equilibrium. I am trying to look at the bright side of this omnirelationship. At least on this highway there were no intersections or stoplights. A semi swerving into my lane scared me. I called the number on the back to report his negligence, and the lady took my information very nicely, so I didn’t harbor any grudge. I remembered what Elime said about road rage. Then red break lights slammed before me, slowing our good pace to a crawl. I turned on the traffic station to hear “spectator delay on 315 North.” I felt robbed of my time as I bathed in the exhaust of the idling vehicles.

I was beginning to understand roads and automobiles dominate American society.

I laughed at slow drivers in the fast lane- where did they not wAnt to B?  Cars would always dominate individual transport. People liked to control their own vehicle. On a curvy ramp, I noticed the blonde girl in the adjacent car texting on her cell phone.

You can’t force creativity but you also can’t pause time. I can do everything besides what I cannot yet do. I wanted to maintain create and repair all the relationships time had severed. Emotions are great. Let yourself be manipulated. Praise the surface loudly but decisively reshape the subtle underworld.

I saw many signs- emergency vehicles only. Private parking towing enforced. Wrong Way signs in eerie parallel with my path skipped my heart a beat.

Whoever controls energy, controls the economy, and controls your mind. That is why I felt drawn to these four classes. Did I really need to go to school? Couldn’t I drop out to run my business full time? The optimized technosapien should have leverage over every sort of tool and skill at will. Give us the right tools and we will get the job done. How can I best benefit the whole of existence? That is some heaviness this carnal training becomes.

We drove out to the OmniFarm. Unbeknownst to me, Beta had organized a group of engineers, scientists, designers, businessmen, marketers, and just regular students from my classes, each having created the prototype or business plan for one OmniDea.

The OmniTeam had come to meet me, with their omnidea projects all finished. When I say Omnidea projects of the OmniTeam, I meant I had a hundred smiling OSU students circled around me, who had in just one night created prototypes, presentations, patents, and full marketing/business plans for each of the seventeen OmniDeas.

What else was possible in one day, once we synergize the power of parallel hyperintelligences? I guess prototype and production didn’t take long with The OmniState OmniVersity nearby. I was so impressed. They had demolished my expectations. I didn’t even know they had an open tap into my OmniPhone. Maybe I should check my security settings. I swear these walls have eyes and ears.

It would have taken me a lifetime to create such specialized yet integrated products. Yet these teams of engineers had done it in a night. I bet the coffee went full blast, not to take away from their achievements. I could barely screw in a lightbulb, but I can imagine a better one. The prototypes seemed to me magic, sufficiently advanced beyond my meager science knowledge. At least I knew my weaknesses and strengths.

Now OTI had a base of prototypes to test on the market. We could start selling them at the Omnibar right away. What a great day this had turned out to be!

 Right then and there I told them name of the company would be OmniTropical Islands, because no longer did the Spoeys control the company. I was merely the connector of all these specialists. I think the teachers had misunderestimated the students. Our new ideas frightened them.  When the teacher is ready the students will appear. 

I looked around. Seriously how did you guys manage this? Who organized this? 

At that second Beta stepped in the door of the empty warehouse.  

Beta, I didn’t think you were alive this morning. It’s good to see you.

Alpha, my job is to make your little mind-bubble easier. Thanks for helping me out last night when I reached Notch 7. That’s the last time I’ll be drinking until I’m 21. 

My friend from the OmniFrat Frandy Carver stepped up and said, Beta sent us your Omnideas. I had already organized the interested volunteers (engineers, businessmen, designers, architects, scientists, artists, and atheletes) into dynamic teams. We were just waiting for your ideas to build. Ever since you and Beta came to Columbus, there has been certain electricity that has drawn us magnetically to these ideas, this place, and these people. 

Frandy continued, We had people volunteer all over the place: from your classes, OmniFaceBook , and Business Builders Club. My industrial engineering professor, Dr. Lilly, who specializes in product design, stayed up the whole night with us in his lab constructing prototypes. He gave us class credit for our work.

I sighed. Then you are the real entrepreneur. I’m just a stranger, an outsider to this whole process. You choreographed everything. You’re a leader when you get a leader to follow you.

Well your ideas gave us the creative spark we needed. Everyone plays their whole part. There can be no other way. While you partied last night, we manifested your ideas into physical form. I love to build things.

Well I am speechless with joy. Can you all show me your work now?

One by one, we will show you.

Beta whispered to me, “I gave Frandy the OTI credit card last night. He volunteered to be the Chief Operating Officer, the COO. I wanted to surprise you. That’s why I didn’t tell you. That’s how they purchased all these supplies and work areas. They all want to be a part of OTI’s omnivolution.”

Beta you are more than welcome to surprise me like this anytime you want. I won’t take you for granted anymore.

Oh, I also found candidates for CTO, CFO, CXO, CEO, CMO, and President. I just need your input sometime. I realized this morning, with head in a porcelain toilet bowl, my purpose is to make it easier in your stressed out mind-bubble. You have so much on your shoulders. I want to help you in everything I can. All these people want to work with us too. 

Beta slipped the fake ID into the back pocket of my dark blue jeans. Give this back to its rightful owner.

The OmniTeam let out a cheer and threw paper airplanes through the air.

I went from desk to desk, delighted with each presentation. I marveled at the makeshift prototypes of Solar Philm, OmniCar, OmniBar, Spoles, OmniDome, OmniDent, Omnitect, OmniClowns, SpoDarts, OmniGrid, OmniD, OmniParticles, OmniTron, OmniWater, and the OmniGrocery. It was if they had read my mind. I felt lucky to end up in such a creative place as Columbus. I desired a whomni team and a whatomni plan. In other words, I needed the team and the projects. Now I had both. Dr. Kamp said Who then What. Well I did it the opposite. What did I need to succeed?

Dr. Kamp said to build assets: real estate, financial, technological, and human. If you want something you’ve never had, then do something you’ve never did. I needed to concentrate on what mattered most. The point is to deliver more revenue than costs through your investment assets. Money is the oil greasing the wheel of human society, the vehicle for turning bringing ideas to fruition; for making things happen. Chase the all-important manmade OmniDollar.

I wish I brought champagne, because you all deserve an eloquent toast. 

Frandy objected. There’s no time for drinking Alpha. The world waits impatiently for us to implement our ideas. We can save the world and create infinite wealth.

I like your enthusiasm. You should come speak in Dr. Kamp’s class

Elime drove us home to the Neil Mansion. I walked up the flight of stairs into my room, and fell on my bed, shoes tied. I still hadn’t recovered 

3^rd Dream of 2080

Hello Alpha, it is always a pleasure to see you face to face. Too much remote viewing really starts to wear on me.

Hello Omnica. What do you mean remote viewing? Where am I?

I noticed I sat in the passenger seat of a spacious vehicle with soft silver walls. Omnica sat in the driver’s seat. We moved so quick that I could only see a blur of light, but Omnica wasn’t driving. Instead the vehicle seemed to drve itself in cooperation with this grid of light.

Nevermind, Alpha. Concentrate on what I say. It is now the year 2080, Alpha. You made the right choice of choosing to rejuvenate your physical form, through some biological engineering. 

Everything is healthy transport now. OmniLocal happiness is interconnected into an human-constructed globalocal economic body of automatic productive natural balanced living healthy secure safe flawless self-optimizing self-reliant sustainable pollution-eliminating omni-problem solving transport systems. Witness PIME Optimization, as I drive eyes closed in an automated love system called the OGrid. The right quantity of quality PLIMEstuff comes to the right place for the right people at the right time, and goes back into production without waste on the omnigrid’s omnitubes tracks rails roads paths tubes canals.

Each direction has 9 speed paths: three fast, three mediums, and three slow, for a total of 18 paths counting both directions. These Paths are Synchronized with our three OmniCalendars, an atomic calendar, a 364 day solar calendar and a 28 day lunar one. We swim in numbers from the sky and letters from the earth.

Can you let me think for a second? What are you saying in 2020 language?

I want you to have whatever you want. 

Well, what’s good?

Omnica switched on the OmniDisplay in the OmniPod. 

What lies will you create ahead in the unlimited future? 

Honesty is always the best policy. 

Push your self awareness to universal awareness. We are god dreaming herself. We are subjective happiness, discovering objective truth, growing omnijective wealth. You are creating your reality each second, sending your intention out to the universe and attracting information in return.

That’s great Omnica. You look like you haven’t aged a bit since I saw you. What do you do these days, Omnica, now that Beta and I have left the omnest?

It’s funny you should ask. I am working on building self-optimizing systems to create the omniview- a schematic model or blueprint that simultaneously encompasses and is woven through the entirety of the creative cosmos. Since Dr. Brutus class I have practiced thinking OmniDimensionally, not just multidimensional. I must admit the omnitheologic brainwashing on OT Island. How can I remove the experiences of my childhood? I cannot ignore the master key template of divinity. I felt the sporitual connection to the entire quantitative universe. I cannot deny my qualitative theological beliefs. I hereby remove all limitations on my mind and ideas. I will invest my mental energies in ever spiraling ideas destined to optimize layers of PIME transport systems of the OmniGrid. No detail is insignificant to the OG.

The OmniGrid is our dream home.

The Omnigrid is our dream prison.

That’s not funny Alpha.

Well I thought it was. The OmniGrid doesn’t control my free will, as amazing as it is. The difference between dreams and omnireality is inactivity.

Relax darling. Smoke an OmniLight. Slove sells. Desperation breeds poor profits. Always look at the details in context of the big picture. Be skeptical of details that you don't know are facts. Find the omnibalance for optimum long-term results. Follow the light out the oubliette. Fortune favors the bold. Time will tell all. Pay the OmniDebt.

Omnica hadn’t changed a bit in physical form, but her mind was not familiar. Her words were cold and inhuman. Wordsymbols are the most powerful form of magic. By arranging light curves I can harness infinite energetic forces. 

Omnica scowled, But you still can’t stop your own stomach ache. 

What had Katabaz do to Omnica after we left? She switched on the OmniDisplay.

I marveled at the grid of light transport surrounding the Earth in the OmniDisplay.

This must have required trillions of dollars in infrastructure. 

It required more than that, but it was more than worth it. It was the best investment we ever created for each institution and individual. Now there are only green lights. Everything is instantly available everywhere, but nature is thriving more than ever, as we learned to harmonize our social techno-systems with the ecosystems. Our OmniGrid is so advanced it is integrated into the eternal muse, nature hertself. After all, we are all parts of nature, hereby subject to the same problems other living things experience. Now they nourish each other. The permaculture concept of buildings in a symbiotic weave with humans, plants and animals proves beneficial for all members. 

Now our transport systems produce all the InfoMassErgy that we need.  All PIME transport is mathematically flawless, atomically timed with automatic precision on a self-reliant, self-optimizing ultra-smart grid. Relative to the present, we will enjoy ten thousand times the freedom in the future. The whole omnifree market wants to know, how can I help you? The essence of creativity is connection.

Our body is the container of the physical brain controller. As the Internet is the earth’s GeoSol’s brain, it organized an omnilocal global body to develop and nourish the fledging fetal neural systems of GeoSol. Physical world is primary, physiocrat, what is the physical world we are finding out that as we speak. The physical world is a 4 dimensional temporal continuum, upon which the 5^th dimension of timeless consciousness navigates our own three dimensional illusion of stable space. Everything matters nothing. Understand the immense potential of subtle buttered fly effects. Next time trust the little voice of pure thought. That is your divine center. This is the truth of the omniconscious, removed from the dark recesses of the oubliette.

I should be 80 years old now in 2080. How did my life work out? How did the world evolve so quickly? How did the OmniGrid become realized?

This omnarchy is ruled by layers of technosapiens is served by the omni-benefactor. Everything is automatic and free. Disease and death are optional. All transport is flawless. Our electroculture turns solar wind into water, energy, food, fiber, fuel, and fun.

Then she switched on the OmniDisplay of the OmniCar. It contained simple text.

There will always be haters. Ignore them and continue to do the impossible.

Then the text changed to this: Wealth = OmniCapital* Sporitual technology.

The Progression of OmniDeas: 

Solar Philm -> OmniBar -> OmniCar -> OmniDome -> OmniGrid

OmniTeam – Heart and Brain – Business + Brains + Bodies + BlackJacks

Omnica, you came only to offer OC movie contract from Katabaz. How did you get in my dream?

Then Omnica ignored me and described the holo-movie script that your success as the OmniCapitalist. I knew I could do it myself. I didn’t need the help of the psychopathic Katabaz. I would deal with the consequences, because I would not join forces with him. A man’s enemies characterize him. I would not be responsible for spreading his Carerrorist madness. 

There in my dream I decided to make my own movie. I would combine scenes from the manuscript of the OmniCapitalist with the notes in my red notebook, I had recorded as many fragments of my adventures as I could jot down.

As Omnica took me around the OmniGrid, I noticed nothing but vibrant colors of flourishing ecosystems, surrounded by the protective golden glow of the OmniGrid and OmniDomes. I relaxed and let my thoughts drift as I spent quality time with my step-mother Omnica. Even though she worked for Katabaz, I couldn’t help loving her.

On OT Island Beta and I imagined the fantasy land called Malakahari, a tropical island utopia similar to OT Island, except that it is shared with thousands of people our age, without the presence of Katabaz or his annoying caretakers. I had a memory flash of when katabaz would say abracadabra while performing techno-magic with OmniWand. The problem with technology is that we are constantly outdoing ourselves. From his slender silver rod, the OmniWand, Katabaz contolled all the transport tubes on OT Island.

Progression of Malakahari:

Omnicar -> swindome -> islandome -> Iceland -> global omnigrid

So much can happen in a day. I looked at the OmniCapitalist manuscript, the compilation of years of my father’s work. I noticed the bent page I placed only a quarter of the way finished. I want to be simple direct to the point, unlike my meandering father, as you could tell from reading this text. I spent my life experiencing the concrescence of Nature’s works, without the stale page or flickering screen. Thinking hurts, and writing sends my body into spasms. Ignorance is total pleasure. I don’t know how my father managed to sit still long enough to write a novel. I scowl at the inefficient process of transferring raw thought into energy curves. The least I could do was write a preface for my father’s book, and publish it, to let the world know it is happening. I am glad Jim waited for me to return. Absolutely a man of integrity, Jim kept his word to my father and the OmniCapitalist manuscript had not seen the light of day until I came.

Every time I concentrated on one idea, another one replaced it, producing an endless cascade of urgent thoughts. Finally I emptied my mind with the TriBody technique. I took a deep breath, flexed my Kegel butt muscles and smiled. I had no trouble clearing my mind, before I had escaped from Osi Island, the island where I spent all twenty years of my childhood. Compared to the hectic pace of Columbus, Ohio- Everything happened in perfect order on the OmniTropical Osieta Island.

I felt I had aged five years in one week’s time. I had so many things to do to accomplish my goal. I felt so many desires, so many goals, so many plans, so many steps to take. I opened my eyes and watched the corn and soybean fields whir past, as OmniCa sped 300 mph in a fast lane. So many people telling me so many conflicting things- I must figure out my purpose, or my life will not be mine. 

The OmniDisplay switched. Now it read:

Mathematical Constants of Transport: pi phi psi e infinity and i

What is the purpose of these symbols? 

Omnica answered, Transport Optimization. 

It sounds so mundane when I write it in split shadows. Well at least I set my sights on a reasonable goal. Now I plan the downfall of bad transport and the rise of good transport. It is quite simple when you break it down. I must use what I have learned. I could not see the top of this omnipyramid, only the blue clouds framed by Sol’s halos. At night Luna winked at blinking stars. A rainbow stretched from blue above me to red in the horizon, the dusky hemispheric rainbow of the sunset blocked by the fractal tree branches and electric wires. 

Walking down summit I saw a man who looked like one of the fishermen who saved our lives on the escape from OT Island. He walked a huge Doberman on a red leash. On the back of his t-shirt I read: Many beasts have served mankind but only one does so by choice, to leave its own kind, to follow us in loyalty. Dogs will save the human race.

It was quite stressful in the land of the OmniCapitalist. Strength, power, and determination are the way to success and destruction of our enemies.  I’ve had so many ups and downs since he had arrived in Columbus, one week ago. I felt so many ideas fighting for control of my attention. Each particular idea, when focused upon, multiplied into another tree of ideas. I am drunk with possibilities. Hail to the unknown. I hope I am a better businessman than writer because I know for a fact I’m not good at writing. But I just had to write a preface to my father’s book, which forced me to gather my thoughts about my responsibilities. Unsuccessful people never fail.

So many unbelievable events had happened in the week since I had arrived in Columbus. My whole childhood on Osieta Island off the coast of Brazil seemed distant after only a week here in the center of the American Empire. I could write a book about the load of problems dumped onto my head since I arrived here. But I don’t have the time to write more than this preface. Perhaps when I am old and grey I will pen a novel to match my father’s work. I drifted off into dreams of OTI, finally finished with the day’s work. We would all be rich beyond our wildest dreams. But for now, I must finish reading my father’s manuscript, the OmniCapitalist.  I felt so grateful Jim remembered to make a backup copy. I shall write myself into a better man.

Heart and Brain = OmniBrain

Heart - Business – Executives, Management, Human Resources, Sales, Marketing, T& L, Art

Brain – Designers - Engineers Electrical, Computer Science, Financial, Accounting, Information Sciences, Industrial, Mechanical, BioMedical, Aeronautical, Chemical, Agricultural, Food

The OmniCapitalist 

  By David Spoey

Finished December 18, 2006

Chapter 0:::0 

Eva, The OmniCapitalist

Three knocks at the metal door interrupted her pulsing fractal dreamscape. 

Eva’s eyes jolted open. She whispered, “You better have a glass of whiskey in your hand for this old lady. Just check out my parched prune-wrinkled mouth!” 

“Of course, Evy. Do you care to chat? I won’t be back here until next Tuesday.”

Eva recognized the voice of Dr. David Spoey, her true confidant in this gilded palace called Tri Valley Behavioral HealthCare. The only doctor who respected and viewed her as a beautiful human being instead of as an uncontrolled unit of social machinery. 

The eyes of the other white-coats revealed their true selves stripped of pleasantries. David’s blue oval portals always met the gaze of her piercing green orbs.

Eva broke the silver silence. “Hello my dearest David. I missed you during today’s courtyard activity. We got to paint Indian corn!”

In her 80 years, Eva had never met a more magnetic man than Dr. Spoey.  His presence always compelled her to empty her mind, as a little girl recounts her first school day experience, bouncing on her father’s lap.

Dr. Spoey entered her humble room and sat in the blue vinyl chair facing the bed in which she lay. He asked, “How are you this morning, Aunt Evy?”

“Well, before your knocking destroyed my dreams, I was on top of a high-rise hotel, with a panoramic view of the blue ocean expanse.”

David Spoey smiled. “I’m sorry to hear that. If you recall more, I’m all ears.”

Instantly, Eva flexed her wiry body and jumped out of her bed, now standing straight up, beaming on the white linoleum tile floor a few feet from Dr. Spoey sitting stoically in his chair.

After six months work with Eva, Dr. Spoey learned to anticipate her sudden change of personalities. Unlike others with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Eva manifested endless “other” personalities, with no consistent trigger.  Dr. Spoey witnessed her change personalities over a thousand times without repeating the same one. There were no constant personalities, only consistent characters. He spent late nights transcribing Eva’s OmniOrder disorder for peer-reviewed publication. He wondered if the psychiatric colleagues would laugh him out of his doctorate:  “You fool, she is just an lonely old lunatic begging for attention.” He wondered if Eva’s resemblance to his deceased grandmother skewed his judgment. But Dr. Spoey ignored his worries and dedicated himself to capturing the wonder of Eva Violet Ariel. 

In his private thoughts, he referred to Eva as MPDeity. Most of her personalities “knew” they were God(s), quoting scripture like Psalms to prove it. Often when switching personalities, she would chant one of two coded acronyms three times. 

She yelled, “CICACICACICA!” which meant the only constant is OmniChange. Then she whispered, “FAREH FAREH FAREH,” everything happens for the OmniReason. David had trouble accepting her reasoning completely, because of the babies born without a brain. 

“Knock, Knock…” They heard two raps through the wall, courtesy of Eva’s friend next door, Katabaz Adrahem Theodix. Eva and Katabaz remained the only two patients in this tiny Tri Valley section for MPDeities.  

“So you remember your dream experiences?” David asked. 

“All of them, silly man. Now let me talk before my tongue turns desert. I have much to tell you, about my loved ones.” Eva propped herself against the wall and took a drink of lemon water. A half eaten grilled cheese stuck to a nearby plastic plate, along with a dill pickle spear. 

“Don’t stop your storytelling, Eva.” David said.

Dr. Spoey turned on his recorder and prepared his brain for the information onslaught.

“There is nothing but emptiness. All is dark and peaceful.

I cannot feel anything but I am ALL. sHeIaM comes all from one no-thing. I am trying to remember what it feels like to feel, but I have no one to talk with, not even myself.  I am No-where and everywhere.  I am Cold. I am alone, but I must survive.

I start to shiver violently, provoking chaotic waves of warmth coursing through my dark oceanic expanse. The waves crash into my being without warning. I am alone in the dead night.  Where are my loved ones? Where is a friend to share the warmth? 

I cry myself into a deep sleep, until approaching sounds tickle my ear hairs. As it comes closer, I can tell it is a comforting song. I know nothing on the sweetness of my lover’s call, finding me for eternity. I cannot wait until he saves me from my loneliness. He is so close. I catch his musky scent. 

Finally he embraces my entire being. I float into his warming presence, feeling the ripples of his body and indulging the soul-food feast secured to fuel our spirits. 

Without warning he opens my eyes, sending bright creative energy streaming through my body.  Clean photophilic waves ricochet between my lover and me, as we dance through lucid waves of liquid fire, revealing his strikingly beautiful face.  All differences become meaningless as the two become One. 

“Eva! EVA!!! What are you doing?!” Dr. Spoey shrieked.

Lost in her primal love fantasy, Eva had jumped into Dr. Spoey’s lap, her violet-tinged locks tangled in his eyebrows.  

After Dr. Spoey carried her back into bed, the sweet lady Eva quickly started where she left off. 

“The Quantum Tribe generates DruFoo. Everything is made of DruFoo. OmniScientists say DruFooD is composed of electron waves surfing quark balls.” 

“Who are the Quantum Tribe and these other Fools?” Dr. Spoey’s pulse accelerated with every word she spoke about this vaguely familiar nonsense. I wondered if Eva’s curves would transcend these rather boring thought trains, into words I can feel?  

Eva stared into David’s eyes. “The Quantum Tribe arose through my integration with Joseph. Thank your mother!” 

“Inside my womb of creation, the Quantum Tribe was born. My children, the Quantum tribe, they create DruFoo, the stuff of everything. 

SET!! Space is their stage, Energy is their dance, and Time is their story. 

Dr. Spoey interrupted, “I have a few critical questions. Who are they singing for? And how do they sing?” 

Eva ignored him and continued: I’m sure you are all curious to discover the secret names of the Quantum Tribe. Here are my four Quantum Tribe babies: Nolan the Neutron, Paul the Proton, Elle the electron, and Phil the Photon.  

I pictured a blade of light attacking two tiny black spheres. “Eva, I’m the only person in the room besides you.”

After their birth, The Quantum Tribe decided to study at the OmniVersity, learning for almost 10 billion years.  Paul the proton pursued a degree in transportation and logistics, because DruPhoo never stopped moving. Nolan the neutron pursued a philosophy degree, glorified in discussions of the excluded middle. And of course, Elle the electron earned a PhD in Electrical Engineering.  

And Phil, that bright star of mine, Phil is famous throughout the OmniVerse for his artwork. Phil often dragged his siblings along on field trips. Out of the dark hydrogen clouds Phil raced to pierce the Eye of God. 

Time and again the Quantum Tribe learned the spiral supernova secret of quasars and galaxies, magnetars and pulsars. They rode blue plasma waves and charged gases of fire. Eventually the Quantum Tribe achieved the ability to replicate their bodies forever, by fine-tuning their balance in gymnastic classes at Grandmother Eva’s house. Phil, Paul, Nolan, and Elle will live forever. They created a balanced system of energy to spin in. They exist in euphoria attraction.  The Quantum Tribe lives the most wonderful dream. Yet they could control everything but themselves. Tension came to the Quantum Tribe.

After ten billion years of watching Elle weave wondrous webs of dance, Paul could no longer restrain his attraction for her.  This wouldn’t be a problem, save for Nolan’s intense passion for his favorite electric lady, Elle the electron. Then one day, an opportunity arrived for Paul the proton.

Nolan turned green with a virus, and Elle took care of him for three days. Paul felt abandoned by his true love, and his jealousy erupted as he burst into Nolan’s room. Paul knew what he must do. He must create Hydro, by sacrificing their sibling separateness, sticking with Elle for eternity. 

Paul unsheathed his most powerful weapon, and rushed at his brother Nolan with the long silver blade. In order to save Nolan's life, Elle jumped in front of Paul's oncoming serrated steel. Without time to divert Paul’s charge, Elle took the brunt of Paul’s overpowering positive silver strike. Paul impaled Nolan through Elle. All three of them merged into a sphere pulsing with energy. Then they exploded into a fiery ocean. HelioSol emerged from this Quantum Tribe trans-fusion of Hydro and Paul into Helio in Sol. I named him HelioSol, our power guy. 

At once HelioSol emanated Phonergy from his spherical center, taking charge of Eva’s stage. HelioSol gave thanks to his mother Eva for her masterful SET on which to perform. Back then Eva made a living from stage management. HelioSol was obsessed with glorifying his mother Eva, so he worked ferociously to release into the solar system 38,270,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Phonergic Watts of power. 

HelioSol continuously fuses Hydro and Paul into Helio, showering Earth with 175,000,000,000,000,000 Joules 

Per Second, known to this OmniScientist as Watts. 

Our friend HelioSol was one mediocre star in infinity. He screwed up quickly, scorching Mercury in his fiery passion, strangling him in his light gravity waves. HelioSol doomed life in the boiling sulfur clouds of Venus. He longed for a companion to trust forever. The single stellar life isn’t exciting in our quiet Milky Way suburb. HelioSol burped, arching an arm of orange plasma into space. To move up in the HelioSolian social system requires the same as the techno-sapien scene- creativity, networking, and persistence. HelioSol calmed his core, concentrating on pleasing Eva, as the black Shadow master balanced his orbit through the Milky Way Galaxy.

HelioSol worshipped the rotation of the black master, imitating Him with dark sunspots. HelioSol felt insignificant compared to the Shadow master, and developed a bit of social anxiety. He consulted Dr. Emi Sirius, who gave him this advice: Son, I have never seen a heart as strong as yours. I feel an absence strung through your being. You need comfort and companionship.

HelioSol surveyed the nearby stars, all different colors of brightness. He decided against merging with them. He needed something different. He needed something receptive, enticing, and potentially infinite. HelioSol desired to nourish his lover until his fusion stopped. He wanted to forget for a few years about the shadow master plucking his superstrings.

HelioSol awoke from a strange sleep, coursing with waves of electric energy. He sensed the approach of a new companion- a new galactic friend! He increased the hydro-fusion in his core, to prepare for all the energy required to date on OmniVersity campus. Though the Power of his gravity, HelioSol formed his ideal mate.

One hundred million lifetimes ago, or 4.5 Billion Years Ago, HelioSol sent Phil to meet Nolan, Paul, and Elle to welcome Gaia into Eva’s Family.  The Quantum Tribe were unimpressed with Gaia. Paul described Gaia, “A sweet orbit will save that barren hot ball. HelioSol is only a boring middle class star- he needs a reliable wife like Gaia to provide for. We’ll see how she responds to his light.” 

After countless aeons in the Omnether, Gaia took shape, basking in the nectar of her enlightening lover. HelioSol had never been happier, spending all of his time warming his favorite baby at the OmniNature Reserve. Slowly he watched as Her surface cooled. HelioSol did not worry. He knew great fire stayed deep down at the core of Her being. Gaia slept every night safe in his warm blanket of protection.

Then one day, Gaia awoke with a start. She knew she would feel pain for the first time today.” Gaia faced the dark expanse as brave as ever, anticipating destruction.

Before Sol’s Phonergy could intercept Ophera, the interstellar attacker delivered a glancing blow, ripping off precious tissue strips from Gaia’s body.  Terrified and distraught, HelioSol reached out with all his radiant Phonergy. He preserved the floating shreds of Gaia’s flesh, into a silver widow named Luna. 

For ten thousand eons, HelioSol’s focused only on healing Gaia and building her sister Luna.  Nothing else mattered to him in the entire Omniverse.

HelioSol’s heart gave him great leverage over his solar system. He finally allowed a smile when Gaia batted a blue-green lash and giggles flowered from her body.
Luna remained barren and still, content to reflect HelioSol’s greatness and serve as Gaia’s protector. 

A million white holes cannot describe my joy to witness our little family synchronize in balanced equilibrium: HelioSol, Gaia, and Luna. This Solar Trinity frames our destinies emerging. 

Luna, HelioSol, and Gaia grew up watching famous Holo-Vi-Deo productions of the Quantum Tribe. They resolved to create a new act, one never been done in the history of the OmniVerse. 

What could they do to distinguish our Solar system? They studied the most famous performers in SpaceEnergyTime: the black holes, supernovas, galaxies, stars, magnetars, quasars, and even white holes. All borrow from the OmniCapitalist, Eva herself. The Solar Trinity needed a different strategy to gain fame and status. They sought a balance between raw power and intricate love.

Puzzling over their next step, a tiny comet named Ishtao entered the house of HelioSol, ricocheting through his gravity field to smash straight into Gaia’s heart. 

Gaia awakened with a jolt, “What was that?” 

Gaia examined the smoldering remains of Ishtao, now glowing on Gaia’s surface. Magnifying her vision, she marveled at the tiny DruPhoo structures, which crystallized in Gaia’s air. These spiral structures were works of the Quantum Tribe, concentric layers of colored crystals. The comet encapsulated good information. What could she learn from its colors? 

As the day progressed, she pushed lava out her pores. Gaia focused on her memory of the comet’s crystal cargo. Some time told Gaia not to forget about the intricate enticing beauty of the angel’s fiery remnants.

Eva’s voice echoed in Gaia’s dreams. To fulfill our destiny, we strive to create balanced networks of integrated layer motion. We will OmniSelf-Personify our intelligent tales. Our intelligence is not limited by yoctometer or yottogram scale. It is limited by the stories we choose.

Through HelioSol’s Phonergy, Luna’s friendship, and my OmniSelfish womb, we shall create Life. Life shall reflect its ancestry from the icy angel Ishtao, attracted by HelioSol, and symbolized by Venus, my smelly brother. 

Eva licked her lips, pausing to gulp lemon water.

Dr. Spoey locked her eyes, “Excuse me, Eva. I have a question.”

“One from all that information? I’m thinking four things right now.” Eva looked disappointed.

“Eva, our words allow one at a time. No wonder your mind is so blurry. My question concerns your OmniVerse?

“That my dear boy, is what I shall show you- by introducing you to my favorite people in Ohio.” 

     

Chapter 1

Seamless Dreams of MPDeity

“Will this day ever end?” I lamented spending this beautiful Friday afternoon cooped up in my suburban psychiatric practice, near the 270 loop of Columbus, Ohio. 

“Stop it!” I told myself. “You love helping people through their troubles. Ignore your mind’s restless complaints. Clear your mind and breathe to the base of your tummy. In just an hour I’ll be reclining in my Lazy Man recliner, experiencing the miracle of comfort. I wonder if Melinda is going to show up. She’s almost 20 minutes late”

As if on cue, the intercom crackled and Mary’s voice announced, “Dr. Spoey, your 4 o’ clock has arrived.”  

“Send her in.”  The curiosity of any new patient surged through my being. A tall blonde woman walked nervously through the doorway. I disguised my immediate attraction with the psychiatrist bit.

“I’m guessing you are Melinda. Good to meet you. Please take a seat. ” 

“Yes, yes, yes… It’s good to meet you, Doctor Spoey. I’m sorry I’m late. My ride drives too slow for me.” Melinda sighed, slouching into the green leather chair. She threw furtive glances at the laser clock reading 4:21 PM in red. 

I smiled broadly, “Please, Melinda, call me David. To their ears, a person’s name is the holiest sound. And don’t worry about being late. It’s been a long day. I was enjoying the momentary break of silence, watching the squirrels, busy with acorns outside.  Are you glad it’s Friday?”  Her beauty made me nervous like no patient before, and she had just entered the room. Melinda had called yesterday, scheduling a late appointment. I hid my sweaty palms under my mahogany desk.

“I’ve had a long day as well- class, volleyball practice, drinking vanilla lattes, and carrying heavy packages of dead tree layers across OSU campus.” Melinda’s speech patterns were jagged and tense. I could feel her anxiety through the air.

“That’s my alma mater! I am a proud Buckeye. To this day I live within walking distance of the historic Shoe.  

“I love the place. I’m finishing my third year in the Strategic Communications program at the Fisher Business School. I have started on the volleyball team since freshman year. The volleyball scholarship worked out well, being so close to my home in Cleveland, and not having to pay tuition.”

“Well it sounds like you are a busy Buckeye.  With all the volleyball and studying, you must not have much social time.”  Staring into her green shaded iris rings, I remembered my long nights at The Science and Engineering Library, studying Organic Chemistry (O’ Chem), a notorious weed-out class for medical school

“I don’t really need much sleep, so I make lots of time for my friends. My friends and family are more important than volleyball or school.” Melinda fiddled her with her light blonde hair, which looked surprisingly natural, without any roots.

“It appears you have your goals figured out pretty well for an undergraduate. How much sleep you get on an average night?” 

“Weekend or weekday?” 

“Both.”

“Umm, I’d say about 6 hours on weekends and like two hours on weekdays.”

I assumed she was exaggerating.  People with sleep issues tend to underestimate the actual sleep they get. Many go into micro-sleeps while sitting straight up. Our brain waves get slower and repair begins. Our brain preserves our brain during dreams, as a screen saver sustains the display, preserving needed networks and destroying weak ones, as we become slightly conscious of an entire unconscious dreamscape. After dreaming during REM sleep, the brain goes into local mode, in which active neural connections fall silent. We call this deep wave (delta) sleep. Snap out of this you nerd. David, Say Something to her!

“Two hours! Aren’t you tired in class and practice?”

“Oh no,” she laughed. “…Almost never. Coffee helps if I ever need it.  I have to keep up my 4.0 GPA.” One could understand, in this inverted world, how a beautiful motivated girl would expect a legal drug to enhance her ability to succeed- all her social influences encourage enthusiasm, energy, pseudo-arrogance, spunkiness.  I hoped caffeine was the only drug she abused. 

Still I assumed she was exaggerating. “So you have a perfect grade point average, have lots of friends, start on a Division I volleyball team, and you can do this without almost any sleep? Do you ever feel overstressed?”

“I’ve always been taught there is no replacement for hard work. I can hardly fall asleep to begin with, I get many things done while others fearfully imitate death.” 

“You mean sleep?” 

“Yea, my mother and I both have trouble sleeping.  She’s never been to a psychiatrist. She says we have insomniac genes. Instead of sitting in bed trying every possible way to fall asleep, we just sit in our comfy chairs and talk until we pass out, or Sol returns. Life is too short to spend fraternizing with the void.”

“That is very interesting. Have you ever seen a doctor for sleep issues?”

“No.”  Melinda smiled warmly at me. I could feel my ear-tips blush.

“Is that why you are here today?”  Sleep problems are usually treated with a GABA agonist, some sort of depressant medicine like Ambien or Xanax- even red wine or a cheesy turkey sandwich full of tryptophan should do the trick. I couldn’t imagine having a problem sleeping. Sleep was a complete refuge from this mixed up world. 

 “Kind of.  See last night I managed to fall asleep around 4:15 AM, after a long night of barhopping.  The after-effects of alcohol actually make me drowsy. Anyways, something happened last night that hadn’t happened in years- I had a dream.”

“Do you remember it?” My self experienced epic expansive dreams each night, pulsing with infinite landscapes, magnificent buildings, and endless conflict.

“I don’t know how well I can describe it in words.”  Melinda seemed to recess back into her mind to retrieve the memory of her dream, her conscious display freezing like the rotator on a computer screen.

“I completely understand. In the morning, after my dreams, I can only piece together patches of them.” Usually towards the end, my consciousness activated, I become lucid in my self-created world. I awake with a fading slideshow in my mind. If I didn’t write down my dreams, I would not remember any of them. Little in real life could compare to my bizarre dreams.

“Well I feel more that the dream seemed unlimited. My normal waking self actually experienced the entire dream. I’m visualizing it right now.”

“That sounds much like a lucid dream. Has it ever happened before?”

“Once, as a toddler after my father was killed by a drunk driver.” Melinda said with a blank face.  

“My God, Melinda, I am so sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s alright. He never left my mind. He is a constant inspiration to my life. He is happy.”

“He must be very proud of such a prodigious lady as yourself.” It would be madness to assail Melinda’s protective confidence. Her mental wall allowed her to withstand her primal fears.

“He is.” We both paused for a second, matching eye gazes.  Stop it Spoey, you aren’t supposed to eye stick your patient! Say something!

“So can you tell me about your dream?”

“I’ll try my best.” Melinda closed her eyes and slumped an inch more into the chair.

 “I see a dark landscape filled with explosions.  There is raging violence all around me, but I am unharmed by all projectiles.  I think I had popped between a free-for-all war between armies of the East and West. My friend’s bodies are replaced with a constant succession of familiar faces.  I feel unlimited, powerful, and full of potential.  My father speaks from the blue sky, telling me I cannot change the world. He says I must change myself. My friends are all spitting beer back into their mugs. I take off flying with my wings.  Below there are vibrant hues of light so beautiful I cannot even describe, emanating from the canyons in the ground.  Everything is alive and moving. The trees discuss metaphysics with HelioSol, and my dog Buster swirls a glass of Chardonnay near a broken fence post. With their voices from heaven, in rhythmic tones, they ruminate the mystery of existence. Suddenly the entire landscape enfolds onto itself and belches out a fiery spinning ball of light.  The light swallows me. I become part of this light sphere, but my body becomes a zephyr of light in this glimmering ball. I don’t know how to explain it. This light holds all things and no thing.  It knows all and nothing.  It is the source of all, but words cannot capture its essence.  I osculate the light’s oscillations. I step back and my view expands into an infinite dimension- the light became divine nectar sprinkled with tiny spiral children.  The ball had disappeared, but its seeds were everywhere. I encountered a tiny old lady, her kind face wrinkled from smiling. I knew it was my grandma Eva. Without speaking, she said to me, I am proud to be you.  Before I could consider her mysterious telepathy, the light sucked me in. I whirled clockwise into a dark eddy. I blinked, for my body now rested on moist scarlet moss with grey speckles, now surrounded by humungous blades of grass swaying in the wind. I coughed up a bit of my blonde hair.  Seeing an avian companion, I chirped and whistled my legs to the tune of my mind, to which my new friend chirped a reply.  Suddenly I felt a brush of wind and a huge mass began to descend upon my grassy area.  I hopped quickly out of danger and onto an immense hairy quadruped, galloping above the grass.  I climbed secretly to the top of its head, and melted into its hair, merging with my mind. A rushing sound rocketed my mind back into my human Mody. I sensed new surroundings. Now in the middle of the Omni State Oval, I stared at the historic dome of the main library.  In that moment, God generated my Mody (mind+body). I knew I did nothing but enjoyed the ride. He was all this. I just surfed God’s wave.  I rode our bike, the cool breeze whistling through my hair, soaking in the late afternoon sunlight.  I turned left onto 15^th street from 4^th street, spotting the proud Lincoln/Morrill Twin towers on the horizon. Past the old Neil mansion, I rode the Underground Trail to the Mirror Lake fountain.  I watched the water chaotically curve an intricate fabric, weaving itself into a twinkling pattern, reflecting the light blue sky on the dynamic chemical flow. I knew then, that everything outside my Mody was even more Godlike than myself. God contained all answers in one infinite being of creation dynamically optimizing itself each instant. No Thing is Not God. And we are proud of us.”

With that, Melinda opened her eyes and smiled warmly.  I remained silent for a minute, astonished at her dream account. However, the uniqueness of her dream did not surprise me as much as her recreation. She didn’t hesitate once- the whole tale came out in a coherent channel. It seemed she experienced it again while describing.  The pantheistic, All-is-God, is a common theme of manic states, as patients connecting their eunoiac OmniSelves into the universal divine web.  But her pantheism required no justification or equivocation- she just knew everything was holy. Okay, I better say something…  

I spoke, “Melinda, you have quite a mind.  I must say I am greatly intrigued by your dream.” Sheepishly I laughed at her magnetic attraction. I hope I was still disguising it from her. Never before had I felt such passion for any patient- and Melinda had only been in the room for 20 minutes.  

“Well I must say the dream is even better in person. I finally learned the secret to existence- God is everything! You are God! I am God! This chair is God!!”  Melinda jumped out of her chair and started pacing around, examining my book collection, family pictures, and diplomas.  I sat there perplexed at her newfound hyper-motion.  Most patients will at least stay in one place. Oh Jesus, how am I going to defuse this bomb of mine?

I got out of my lazy chair and approached Melinda, “You know, your dream had quite an interesting viewpoint. You should read some stuff by Baruch Spinoza. He believed the OmniSource sustains one substance: everything. 

“Yeah but Spino’s already been flushed into God’s toilet. We are young and alive in the eternal present, here and NOW!” Melinda yelled the last word and walked around my mahogany desk up to my chair.  She pushed my reading lamp off the table. The halogen bulb shattered on my green carpet and sparked a toxic flame. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, pulled the ring, and squeezed the lever.  I dropped the fire extinguisher and glared at Melinda, pleasantly stimulated by her sudden violent outburst. 

Melinda smiled voraciously at me, stood up to my eye level, and flared her nostrils.

I leaned over and shouted into the intercom, “Mary, I told you we needed LEDs!”

Then I realized I had no clue what had happened in the last 10 minutes. I knew I had lost control over the situation.  Wake up, David! This is your patient, not an electric vixen, biting her lip, gazing into your portals. 

Melinda pushed her lips onto mine, sending bolts of ecstasy spiraling to my toes.  My ear-tips sizzled. She pulled away, defiantly flicked her tongue, and skipped mischievously out of my office. I was stunned into shock. Not ten seconds later I saw her blue jeans disappear, as she climbed into her ultra American green SUV. It zoomed out of our winding driveway. I didn’t even find out why she came, or even prescribe her Ambien! I think she reversed the roles of patient and physician. My heart pounded against my chest. Jady, my inner child, cried at her absence. Melinda had hypnotized him. The whole thing happened so fast I lost myself in passionate desire for Melinda.  I tried to process the shocking encounter. Not until after dinner did I recover my rational self, fighting my inner child’s demands to search out and find Melinda. Rocking in my recliner, I finally quieted Jady, reassuring him that Melinda would return. The best things repeat in this cyclical life of mine. Melinda couldn’t just leave me forever, after an entrance like that! Could She?

Chapter 2

Passionate Violence

“Good day, David.”  Mary greeted me the same each morning- with a sweet smile and a piping hot mug of coffee cream and sugar.  Mary was an old friend of my father, who loved to work.  She ran the nuts and bolts of my psychiatric practice.

“Hello Mary, good weekend?”

“Fantastic! Bob and I spontaneously drove to West Virginia for some white water rafting!”  Mary loved vigorous activity even though she was over 65 years old.  I hoped my body functions as well at that age.

“I haven’t been in rafting years.” Spoey, don’t ask about Melinda! “Say, have you heard from Melinda? She left so quickly last Friday I didn’t get the time for a concluding report.”  Cognitive dissonance is a funny thing. I discarded four thoughts bubbling up in that second.

“Funny you say that.”  Mary looked down at the schedule. Oh no, I hope Melinda didn’t tell her what happened! This could get ugly.

“Melinda is actually scheduled for an appointment today at 9 AM. She called early this morning.  Such a sweet lady that girl.  I can’t imagine why she needs therapy.”   

Boy was I glad she did! Let’s see, its 8:30 AM now. I have thirty minutes to gather myself before she comes.  I went to the restroom, tousled my brown hair, and squished some Listerine.  Finally I asked Tom if I smelled alright.  He sniffed the air: “Not half bad, but I wouldn’t get that close.”  

“Alright Tom, hit me with your best shot!”  Tom sprinkled me with a bit of cologne, 

“What was that?”

“Maniac by Army”

“Okay, cool. Thanks.” Oh great, just what I need to smell like.  If Melinda turned manic without cologne, hopefully maniac Melinda wouldn’t eat my ear-tips. I tipped Tom with paper of Abe and ventured to my office.

The clock ticked very slowly until it reached 9 AM.  No sign of Melinda.  Then 9:10, where was she?  Maybe she was stuck in rush hour traffic fleeing the city.  On cue, a powerful crash startled me from the parking lot.  I twirled open the blinds. Sure enough, Melinda’s green SUV had wrapped around the only tree in the parking lot- hopefully she wasn’t drunk.  She hopped merrily out of the totaled vehicle, like she had just won the lottery.  This should be interesting.  Starting to dial the police I hesitated- I’ll just wait until after her appointment, doctor-patient privacy what?  

Mary’s voice preceded Melinda’s entrance.  I forgot about her ridiculous crash. She wore a white tank exposing her curvy bosom surrounding her green crescent necklace.  Her lips were flushed dark red, pursed in a subtle yet defiant grin.  Looking down I noticed her leather skirt revealed her powerful athletic legs, pulsing with smooth muscle from endless exercise.  A few papers poked from the pale green Prana purse hanging on her right arm.

 “Like what you see, Dr. Spoey?” 

Melinda held her hips and leaned back arrogantly, her neck taunting my mouth. This girl was unbelievable. She caught me staring as soon as she walked in.  Get a handle on yourself, doctor!

“Hi Melinda. I didn’t expect to see you so soon. I feel as if I didn’t get the chance to finish our session or prescribe you some medicine for your sleepi-“

“I don’t need any mind-numbers.  I need you!” Melinda interrupted me as she sat down in the patient chair.

“What do you mean you need me?”  Do not gesture toward her.  Do not lock eyes. What was her power over my mind?

Melinda leaned close over the desk.  In a strange raspy voice, she said, “I need you to cook in my spicy stew. Ooh…Dr. Spoey, I know you want to be a part of my spicy stew.”

Interrupting my lust with shrink thoughts for a second, I jotted a pre-dia-gnosis of Melinda- mania with the symptoms of multiple personality disorder (MPD). Melinda’s spirit created her own reality second by second, inside her Mody (mind + body).  

Melinda sprung out of the chair and leaped onto the ground next to my bookcase.  She started bawling.  “Daddy, I want my daddy!  Mommy, where’s daddy?  Did you take him from me?”  

In the past minute, I observed that Melinda had changed personalities three times. I decided to bring her back to the true Melinda.  

“Melinda, come back to me.  You are all right.  You are safe.  Your Dad is proud of you.”  This triggered another change of personality.  She seemed to waver in between two forms, before sinking into the gentle Melinda I first met.  

“Come sit in your chair, Melinda. What do you have in your bag?” 

“Actually, that is what I came to talk about.”

“Of course.  Can you show me some of your notes? Are they notes for school?”

“Ha!! You are silly! Of course they are not notes from school.  These are my dream notes.  You see I dreamed each night this weekend: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. God used my Mody to write down part of his mind.  We had a great time.”

David interjected, “Wait, I thought you said everything was God.  If that is true, how could God use your body, if he is your body?”

Melinda scoffed at my doubt.  “You are quite good at criticizing, Dr. Spoey. But I have here a creative construction of the utmost importance, and I’m going to share it with the world tonight!”

No longer did her random shocking assertions catch me off guard.  “That is awesome, Melinda.  I’m interested in what you wrote.”

“I can’t show you unless you promise to help me spread our thoughts to the world.”  What else could I say but yes?

“I can’t promise you the world will listen. People keep busy getting through each day. Life is a mysterious struggle to swim socially.”

“Shake my hand, and promise you will help me.”

Melinda came around the desk and stuck her hand out.  I shook it warmly, and felt a tight squeeze in return.  Boy this girl was something else!

“MMM, you smell good.  Wait I recognize that scent, its M...”

The last word drowned in a pool of ferocious attack.  Melinda knocked me down and tried to rip off my shirt, kissing all over my face and neck.  I had absolutely no time to react. Melinda’s personality transition was greased lightning. 

I reacted quickly, “Daddy is proud of you, Melinda.”  She instantly switched, picking herself up and running across the room.  I thought she would crash into the bookcase, but she instead took a running jump through a small stained glass window.  

I smiled. Good thing we’re on the first floor.  

Looking through the broken shards of stained glass, I saw a green Corvette pull up, which Melinda jumped in.  The Corvette sped off past Melinda’s tree-wrapped SUV, releasing three sustained honks of joyful mirth.

Finally Mary rushed into the room and typed in the fire code, shutting off the window alarm. “David, what on Earth just happened to that girl? I heard a loud boom outside and then 2 minutes later there was all sorts of commotion from your office…David, is that lipstick on your face.  Snap out of it! It’s all over! Can you please tell me what is going on?”

“I have never been so unprepared in my life.  This girl is manic, switches personalities at will, attacked me passionately and kissed all over my face, jumped out of the window, and sped off in a green Corvette which was apparently waiting for her.”

Mary just laughed, “Quite an exciting session.  Why don’t clean off your love marks while I call the police.”

Chapter 3 

Man’s Strange is Heaven’s Sense 

After cleaning my face, sweeping up the broken glass, and speaking with two skeptical policemen concerning the crash, I fell back into my soft chair, exhausted after only an hour of work.  Who knew psychiatry could be so stressful? Maybe I was the one who needed therapy.  After all, I almost gave in to the crazed rantings of a manic Buckeye.  Didn’t I learn how to control myself through umpteen years of schooling? Doesn’t the M.D. following my name certify that I am an authority on psychological health? Yet my own mind sabotages my reason.  My whining inner child still begged for Melinda, ignoring her madness, sinking into the basin of her strange attraction, recalling only her dynamic nonlinear progressions. I contemplated taking Valium to calm my nerves.  No you don’t need that! Calm down Spoey, the ordeal is over.  Melinda is crazy, and you couldn’t help the situation.  

I collected myself, and decided this had been the wildest day of my life. In ten minutes Melinda had crashed her SUV, walked in like a model, asked if she could cook me in her spicy stew, threw a catatonic crying fit on my floor, sexually assaulted my face, jumped through my stained glass windows, and sped off in a getaway Corvette.  She was either patently insane or an actress in the OmniReality Show.  I was glad Melinda came, I decided, but I am also glad she’s gone.  She isn’t my patient anymore.  I think she even gave Mary a fake last name- Verde.  I surmise no payment shall be forthcoming from Ms. Verde, although she gave me enough excitement to last a month.  

I decided to cancel my appointments and return home.  Mary understood and graciously disentangled the rest of my Monday.  I wasn’t ready to converse, basically the only requirement of a psychiatrist.  At least a grimy old lady didn’t attack me. Think of how good of a story this is.  Your friends will laugh their donkeys off. Shut up, Jady!

I really need to lock up my inner child at home.  

I got up from my chair and walked towards the door.  I felt a tiny bug on my right nostril edge. I wanted to itch the area profusely, with my power tools.  I opened my eyes to see the black whiskers of Verdel, my beautiful pup, half miniature pinscher and half Manchester terrier. Then a strange tingle swept through my nostril to the core of my being.  

MANIA! Tumbling images of light balls and lush loving lips shattered my fragile calmind; too much to handle- thrusting curvy God of mania melting into grasshoppers; my muscles gave way and I fell to the floor and hit my head on a metal vent, temporarily losing consciousness.  

Brrrrring, Brrrrring. Brrrrring.  Brrr- I awoke with a jolt.  

Where am I? Brrrrrring. My cell phone is ringing. Brrr… “Hello?”

“Hi David!” It was a male voice.  

“Who is this?” I was in no mood for friendly talk. My head pounded with a migraine.

“This is News Channel 5. The Police gave us details of a mental patient escape from your compound. Can you confirm our sources?”

“I don’t have a compound- I run an outpatient practice.  Now if you will excuse me, I am going home to rest.”  

A loud screech halted my pressing the End button. “Daaaavid!” It was NOT male.

“Who is this really?” Maybe my day’s excitement hadn’t ended yet.

“Your lips taste like FIRE!” 

No, it couldn’t be…MELINDA!!

“How did you get this number? No one has this number except my family and friends!”

“Eva the OmniCapitalist told me.”

“Of course. Well God tells you to calm down and stop attacking me.  If Jady didn’t have a thing for you, I’d file assault and property destruction charges.”

“Who’s Jady?”

“Never mind!”

“But David, I was just having fun.”

“Well your fun came at my expense.”

“I sorry.  It won’t happen again.  I just needed to know for sure David Spoey is willing to promote Eva’s plan. Eva is the OmniCapitalist, on which all existence capitalizes for existence.”

“I’m not willing Melinda, and I really have to go. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me anymore.” 

I flipped the phone shut and ran out the door.  I needed to get out of my office before I went insane.  

I made it halfway to my car when: Brrrring.  Brrrrring.  Brrrring.  I’ll answer one more time and act like the authority this time.

“What do you want Melinda?”

“David, we are destined to bond in spirit, mind, and body. In order for us to connect, you must fulfill your promise to help me spread God’s plan to the world.”

“Look, I promised you that before you assaulted me and jumped out my window.  The deal is off!” 

“Promise-breaker!!”

 I cut her off and closed the phone.  A sudden revulsion swept over my head. I saw myself chucking my cell phone into the murky green office lake. It splashed near the grasshopper fountain. My mind became blank.

I entered the onramp for 71 North. I got into the fast lane on the left.  I wanted to be in my recliner ASAP, and let my worries melt into Tivo.  One exit away from Polaris, in my rearview mirror I saw a green blur weaving in and out of traffic, racing closer and closer.  It was a Corvette!  I must be hallucinating!  The Corvette pulled parallel to me and lowered its window.

Thank God! I saw gust one guy in the driver seat, a bald shirtless punk with 5 visible tattoos and blaring 50 Cent.  Concentrate on the road, David.  You are losing control. You don’t know that guy.  Focus straight ahead.

“Hello God!” The man screamed over the din of the cars. 

He’s not talking to you.  He’s not talking to you.

I looked over again. Melinda popped up in the Corvette’s passenger seat, waving her arms frantically and screaming, “Pull over David.”

I ignored her and floored the pedal.  My faithful Corolla had nothing on the Corvette. It pulled parallel at about 95 mph.  Melinda blew me a kiss and waved as they zoomed past my car.  The green Corvette became a green blur as it took a sharp turn across an opening in the median. It shot past me the other way, going south toward the city. 

I floored the pedal, needing to escape my stunning patient.

“Woop wooop!” I pulled over. Stupid Spoey! I steadied my racing mind to talk to the police officer.

“Officer, didn’t you see the green Corvette going over 100 mph? It just shot across the median.” 

“Aren’t you a psychiatrist?”  I realized I was talking to one of the cops just who took my report about Melinda’s scene at the office this morning.  

“Yes, sir. I believe we met earlier today.” I said.

“I know, you smart-aleck shrink. I’m not stupid.”

“The Corvette was harassing me.”

“Uh huh.  Sometime fishy is going on with you, Mr. Spoey.” 

“Doctor Spoey, please.”

“Don’t talk back to me boy, I’m twice your age and I don’t like being lied to. Sit tight while I write you a ticket.”

“But officer, the green Corv-“

“You may tell the judge why you were going 100.”

Grumbling madly under my breath, I almost exploded, waiting in my driver’s seat for twenty minutes to grab my ticket.  I could see the cop and his partner laughing and pointing in my direction.  Resisting the urge to do anything stupid, I took the ticket and made it home into my chair. I slouched to 130 degrees, which a recent study showed was much better for your posture than vertical sitting. I laughed about the silliness of the day’s events.

I removed the bulge under the pillow, which turned into a remote control, switching on the local news channel: “This is Tony Sanchez on Phox News, live on Broad Street covering the unfolding situation at the Statehouse.  Apparently, a psychotic carerrorist has penetrated the governor’s wing, armed with an array of hair trigger explosives.  Negotiators are currently, um, negotiating with the terrorist, reportedly a delicious American female.” 

No, it couldn’t be.  No Phing way. Not again.

“Let’s see if we can get a video on the situation.”

The station switched to a camera inside a room in the Statehouse, where Melinda stood stationary in the middle of frantic motion, intensely grinning like a kid on Christmas.

Nancy grinned warmly, “What are her demands, Tony?”

“She claims to have in her purse the typed will of Eva the OmniCapitalist- dictated to her in four successive dreams. She repeats her only demand- that Dr. David Spoey, her psychiatrist, help spread the will of the OmniCapitalist throughout the world.”

The co-anchor Nancy fluttered her eyelashes: “Tony, does she realize it is evil to claim that the great God justifies carerrorism?” 

Tony scowled “We have repeatedly stressed this to her.  She will not respond to anyone but Governor Daft.”  

I watched myself hurl the remote at the television, shattering its display into a million crystals. 

“This is the most realistically disturbing dream I’ve ever had,” I thought- much more realistic than Melinda’s pantheistic dream.  

Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiiing.  House Phone. Before it could ring again, I shattered the wall jack with my fist, effectively ending the phone attack.

I had little time for peace before the cultural vultures knocked down my door for the pretty carerrorist. I went upstairs and passed out in my waterbed. Returning to the peace of sleep cured all worries. If death is the cousin of sleep, I can’t wait for my funeral.”

Chapter 4

Divine Momentum

“BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.”

“Dr. Spoey, are you in there? The governor needs your help.”

“Governor Daft and manic Melinda may suck an egg.”

“We’re breaking down the door David.”

“Please do not.”

The door shattered and three SWAT members bust in with automatic weapons drawn, followed by a dark skinned detective.

“Dr. Spoey, your presence is required as a matter of national security.  Your refusal to come with us is futile, and will only result in a prison term.”

Never one to disobey those with guns; I walked with the men and climbed into their black minivan. We stopped downtown at the Statehouse on Broad Street. I walked straight into the front room, where the news image duplicated itself in reality.  Melinda beamed with gratitude at my entrance, running over to sit Indian style at my feet.  I could not yet look at her, furious at her for disturbing my peace of mind.

Governor Daft walked to my side, opposite to Melinda. “Thank you for coming, David. This is a delicate matter considering Melinda’s mental health.  We are willing to submit to her reasonable demands in order to prevent tragedy. We hope you can help us through this.”

David, try to remember this man deserves your respect. “I’ll do my best. What exactly does she want?”

“Melinda wants to broadcast God’s will live on television nationwide. She believes she can save the world with her words. She thinks God is an OmniCapitalist named Eva. I’m confused myself.” Governor Daft’s face looked painfully twisted.

Half sarcastically I mimicked, “Are you prepared to disrupt regularly scheduled programming for something like this?” 

“Well, we spoke to the advertisers and made clear our situation.  It should only cost the state $10 million to cover the lost advertising time.  We cannot afford to lose the Statehouse to carerrorism. It will show Ohio is ill prepared and insecure. The public would rage that a blonde bombshell destroyed our state building. The rare stamp auction has already damaged my chances for reelection.”

I cared more for raw liver than state politics. “Okay, so what do you need me for?”

Governor Daft paused and whispered to his aide.  “Melinda wants you to read God’s Will live on cable.”

“No way.”

“David, please reconsider.  The state is willing to reimburse you for your time, and give you a huge gold plaque in this very room, provided it still stands tomorrow.”

David thought to himself.  He realized he had little, if any choice.  The guys with guns were here again.  Might as well go quietly, and hopefully stop this dream’s descent into madness. I could be an international hero tomorrow when I wake up. I wish I had Eva’s confidence about the OmniReason. I diagnosed myself with analysis paralysis.

“First of all, why me?”

“Melinda wants you to read it because God told her to have you read it.  She said you would do a better job of conveying the truth of God’s will.”

Great.   

“Fine, I will read it, but only if I may speak freely before and afterwards to the nation, so people know I am anti-carerrorism.”

“That’s fine with me. Okay Melinda?”

Melinda jumped to her feet. “Ooooh! David I love you!  I knew you weren’t a promise breaker. The broadcast must start at 4:20 PM, and shall end at 9:11 PM.”
  “Whatever.  Just let me reset my brain first.”

“Of course, Dr. Spoey. You should rest.” Melinda smiled gleefully, her carerrorist plan working to the t. The Governor’s aides took me to a nearby room with a small cot, which couldn’t compare to my waterbed. It did the trick. Out cold I went, with NO dreams until 3:00 PM, when Melinda’s yelps shook me back to consciousness. I ran into the front room. An assorted group of fifty people surrounded Melinda as she pranced around the room in her explosive white suit, which at the moment seemed quite insensitive, opposed to the hair trigger the news said she possessed.  Melinda had captivated this crowd with her OmniDynamic mood patterns, unbelievable physical attractiveness, and contagious smile. I no longer pitied my willpower, as everyone else seemed just as vulnerable to her wicked charms.  I wondered just how many explosives she wielded.

Taking a closer look at Melinda’s appearance, I saw explosives strapped to her body in five places- ankles, thighs, and chest. She still carried her bulging green Prana purse. The combination of destructive carerror and sex objects thrilled even the most mundane American, myself included.

Now I wanted attention from this carerrorist vixen.  I yelled out. “Melinda, is your last name really Verde?”

Melinda stopped her show and skipped over to me.  “Of course, Silly Spoey.  Why would I lie to my favorite person in the whole world?”

I couldn’t respond.  I just nodded my head, took a deep breath and laughed.  Maybe that is the only thing I can do during this marvelously unnerving experience.  As one voluptuously manic mental patient puppets the entire Statehouse, I again confirm Reality stranger than fiction.

A television crew burst in a back door and set up shop near a fireplace in the spacious front room.  The producer, a tall dark haired Italian, started firing off orders to his minions.  They placed two violet velvet chairs in front of the fireplace- one of Melinda’s numerous demands. By the time they completed their preparation for broadcasting, the grandfather clock struck 3:30 PM.  

At that time the Governor had assembled an impromptu press conference on the Statehouse steps. Everyone in the front room sat quiet while we listened to the microphone amplify his words, watching Governor Daft on the front room television brief the press on the situation.  Throngs of reporters waited impatiently for their turn to talk.

“Now I’m going to open up the floor for questions.” Governor Daft said.

Tony from Phox News here, “President Kush has repeatedly stated that the United States does not negotiate with carerrorists.  By broadcasting the green angel’s words over the airwaves, aren’t you giving into her demands and encouraging further carerrorists?”

“The OmniState of Ohio feels the best way to mollify the situation is by cooperating with her requests. The New York Times even printed the Unabomber’s manifesto before he was brought to justice. Melinda has not hurt anyone yet. Make no mistake- the green angel shall be brought to justice without any use of violence.  Our staff has deliberated our options. Considering her mental health, we do not think that is prudent to employ violence.”  

“Melinda’s only demand is that David Spoey read the manuscript containing the channeled will of God. Please note that her psychiatrist- Dr. David Spoey- has diagnosed her with Multiple Personality Disorder.”  I didn’t remember telling anyone that- although it was now painfully obvious.  They must have called and asked Mary. Doctor-patient privacy couldn’t compare with national security.

One of the reporters shouted, “What God does Melinda recognize? Does she actually pretend to know the truth?”

Governor Daft said, “Melinda believes everything is one God. She believes God is an OmniCapitalist named Eva.”

This mysterious answer pumped the press. I grabbed the microphone and spoke, “Melinda has metaphysical issues we will address at a later date. After today’s situation is resolved she will receive the finest care so she may be cured of her carerrorist disease.”

 Thirty reporters raised their hands to ask the next question.  Governor Daft looked exhausted. He ignored them and continued, “The whole nation will see Melinda soon enough.  No need to give her any more attention than her chosen television time. At a quarter after nine, she will receive her night of fame- and then we shall save herself from her OmniSelf.  She owes no allegiance to any known carerrorist groups like Al Kayta.  Melinda is a lone ranger, driven to violent means by mental instability. Now if you will excuse me, I must prepare for the broadcast.”

A reporter from FOX news yelled above the commotion, “Governor Daft, the nation wants to know more about the green angel of Columbus.  The stations are disrupting paid programming from 4 PM to 10 PM tonight- that’s an awful lot of advertising revenue.”

The Governor returned to the microphone, “Honestly, I am convinced by a strange passion in her eyes heart of hearts to give her a chance. Who knows, this just might be the kick in the pants America needs.”  Daft then disappeared from the screen and came in to greet those in the front room.

“Okay people, I want everything tested and ready to go at 4 PM on the dot, so Dr. Spoey can introduce himself before he reads Melinda’s OmniCapitalist Manifesto.”  

Not in a million years did Governor Daft expect to be a part of such an insane situation. But he didn’t want it to end in violence. Melinda was irrepressibly gorgeous.

I sat down in the green chair and checked my watch.  It read 3:58 PM.  Two minutes until show time.  I felt extremely calm considering my lack of television experience. Presumably my previous encounters with Melinda had enhanced by stress tolerance. Okay, time for some deep breaths. 

The Italian producer yelled for quiet.  “Dr. Spoey, you are on in five, four, three, two, one, and ACTION!”

Melinda squealed with delight.

And so it began, “Hello to all those watching.  I am Dr. David Spoey.  I woke up this morning expecting a normal day at my psychiatric office- now I am being blackmailed into reading the dreams of my patient Melinda.  I am certain this situation will be resolved after her requests are met, and Melinda will get the help she needs.  I hope the audience does not associate myself with Melinda’s words- for she demanded I read each and every word she has typed.  You see, she believes Eva came to her in a dream, using her hands to type his Will, which apparently sHeIaM wanted my voice box to vibrate it to the world. It is true in today’s world you need either money or carerrorist tragedy to capture media attention, but we should ask ourselves to withhold all judgment until I read the full OmniCapitalist Manifesto, as she calls it, for she has not let anyone read the papers- and there is always the outside chance that she really did talk to God.”  You didn’t just say that.  Spoey, do you actually believe Melinda? Who was this girl?

  “And now, before I read the prologue, Melinda wants to say a few words from the heart.”

  This should be interesting.

By now the tuned in world knew of Melinda as the Green Angel for her green velvet skirt, piercing green eyes, and jade crescent pendant hanging from her neck. If she wasn’t headed straight to the asylum, she could have her own reality television show in Celebmerica. 

Melinda grabbed the microphone, “David Spoey may add his own comments, but he must read each word as Willed by Eva through my fingers.  I hope he does indeed allow Eva to speak from his heart. I am not the original creator. I only rearrange, as I must. I am only one holographic medium through which sHeIaM speaks. My writings are titled “The OmniCapitalist Manifesto,” because Eva wants us to solve the world’s problems through OmniPreneurship. 

OmniJective business is the highest pursuit of human kind. Commerce is a combination of objective scientific knowledge and subjective artistic skill. PsiArs (Business) creates value for subjective experience through the potential of objective knowledge. The only business is transport of InfoMassErgy, the DruPhoo stuff of which the world is made. Our economy is getting the right thing at the right place and time. We are spiritual techno-spirits, not materialistic techno-monkeys. We will save the world through optimized transfer protocols (OPM). People know it’s all about logistics and communication. In The OmniCapitalist, Eva mocks our tragic attempts at mastering the plane of reality, and offers some suggestions. The first suggestion she offers: every path of important transport should be secure and one-way. There should be no intersections of people, bicycles, and steel trucks. The second suggestion she offers is Look Up, not below. Know this, I am no prophet. I am a criminal carerrorist and I belong in jail. Yet I’ve experienced too much pain not to speak out for OmniCapitalism.” 

Know this, you are God, and so are all of you! Deep down you all know this, even if you refuse to believe it. Read Psalms 82:6 if you are Christian. All you Sufis and Kabala Wizards know that we are all children of the most High.” 

  Melinda then sat down in the green chair next to mine, smiling intently into the television.  I realized you couldn’t argue with her pantheism- if God contained everything, then one couldn’t be outside of sHeIaM. Nothing is not God. Wait a minute, Spoey, don’t buy this sludge.”

Melinda handed me her stapled stack of papers.  It felt about forty pages thick. At least it was double-spaced.  I took a deep breath… 

Chapter 5  

Personifying Ourselves

“After I had described my lucid dream experiences each of the four nights, I reflected on what I had learned, and formulated an introduction to capture the essence of my experience- so that all of you carerrorist-haters don’t shoot me. I love America and its freedoms. America will usher in the reign of amazing global InfoMassErgy transport networks. This document really aims to blow your mind, to show you the secret possibilities, and to shock you into authentic thought, to push you to your intellectual limits. I do not mind going to prison for carerrorism, if it means lighting a thousand hearts.” Eva spoke in esoteric tongues. I felt so strange reciting the words of Melinda the ventriloquist. 

Eva’s intention is simple. She uses me only to spread love through the flow of good information through the global human brain, called the Globrain. The Gorganism- the global human organism- develops as a fetus in Earth’s uterus. The Globrain is the neural control system of the Gorganism, organizing InfoMassErgic flows. The Gorganism is developing its vascular system to transport PIME. The Gorganism is developing its immune system for secure PIME transport. The Gorganism grows controlled by the Globrain. Through destroying the power of Theo-dictators, and establishing a reign of beautiful transport, Eva decided to put an end to those people who don’t believe in a personal God. Once the Gorganism has optimized its InfoMassErgy networks, the Globrain will have the power to colonize the Moon and Mars. Then the Gorganism will have reached Type 1 Civilization status on the Kardashev scale. You might scoff. But Eva made all this, including your all-important self. Yet you don’t think she’s tuned in to tiny techno-sapiens? Open your Mind to find Her. Awake from your Slumber to feel Her. Annihilate nothing blocking Truthful Love for Her.

The following text is intended to be simple, so that all may understand its optimistic essence.  We will not delve into divisive political, religious, or philosophical debates.  I will delegate deconstruction, criticism, and blame for another man.  At this point, constructive imagination saves us, not hate and fear. My purpose in this textual carerrorism is to spread good information.  The Internet marks the beginning of a true global brain strengthening the superpower of the people. All is open to everyone with education, motivation, and a shower. My duty is assist the integration of Earth’s competing entities toward cooperative business ventures, to optimize transfer protocols into the cosmos.

Today we will discover what Is, and what Could be.  Hopefully, as you read or hear these words in the presently eternal HERE and NOW, you are inspired with hope and goodwill towards the future. Hopefully you begin to realize where the heart of your sol lies: a chaotic, constrained, yet utterly free being of great potential. Eva is the OmniOrder recreating our universal superstructure. Eva represents the moderate balance between the two extremes of her nondual OmniContinua:  0/1; On/Off; Positive/Negative; Good/Evil; Light/Dark; Hot/Cold; Love/Apathy; Hope/Insult, Life/Death; Continuous/Discrete; Cause/Respect; Passion/Detachment; Wave/Particle; Nature/Nurture; Science/Religion; Entopy/Extropy; Male/Female; Mind/Matter; Self/Other. There are more dualities in the world than we can discuss. I’m sure you can think of more continua.  The important part is to realize each individual OmniSelf contains the whole of each continuum: love to hate, hope to fear, male to female, etc. Our free CHOICE is what we elect to manifest. Evil is a choice. Good is a choice.  We are free moral agents, hindered only by the chains of time. 

The purpose of reality is value fulfillment- striving towards virtues: wisdom, truth, meaning, purpose, confidence, justice, kindness, contentment, perseverance, trust, focus, funny commercials, concentration, passion, creativity, humor, intelligence, beauty, design, structure, happiness, consciousness, forgiveness, abundance, imagination, charity, hope, probably, skipped, to, here, sincerity, generosity, and the power of love.  By enhancing virtue, one strikes at the root of evil, for evil only exists as the absence of goodness- as coldness only exists as the lack of heat energy.  Shine a light on a shadow and it is no more.  Yet it is not always enough to ignore evil.  Sometimes you must stamp out evil with fire or ice, but one’s method is the essence- stooping to fight on its level is unwise.  Do not play by the rules of evil, or you will get burned. Remember that the ultimate nature of each baby brought into the world is good. Children have no worries and want only to live happily. Corrosive culture creates feral children. Good societal institutions produce aces of virtue.

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Each human experiences existence through OmniSelf. We carry around the physical universe on our shoulders, and worship our minds. As subjective agents of truth, we cultivate interactive relationships inside our bodies and in our environmental SET, the Egyptian god of darkness. Attempting to find the light of the horizon, we navigate through the objective absolute world through our subjective relative experience. Our subjective minds creatively hallucinate the objective world.  Placebo ergo sum. 

If you don’t want to see a Giant Sequoia, you may close you eyes, and it shall disappear from your retinal screen. You might even pretend that it’s alive, if it falls on your roof, during a midnight storm.   The world doesn’t turn into a crazy dream during sleep, even though you experience lucid adventures in the unconscious ocean of epic slumber.  You can be sure the Earth is round, even though it might appear flat.  You can be sure the Earth orbits around the Sun, even though it might seem the opposite. You can be sure the Sun is 93,000,000 miles away, even though it appears to touch the planes in the sky. It is often in our interest to approach the absolute truth of objective existence with the relative OmniSelf reality of subjective brain experience.  This approach we shall call Sobjectivism- pushing subjectivity toward the wall of objectivity, towards the faraway goal of OmniJectivism. If there is anything history has taught, it has been that the illusion of knowledge stands in the way of knowledge, and that the future laughs at the past era’s insistence of arriving at the pinnacle of knowledge and accomplishment. Witness the future’s mirth at the present’s pity of the more distant past. Pardon me, dear reader, for I digress from simplicity. 

Here are premises to assist your journey through our pursuit of Sobjectivism.  I promise they will make more sense as you advance toward the end. 

One:  All is One. Omnia ab uno. We are always connected to the One.  sHeIaM is loving benevolent energy pulsing creative potential. The only stability is good change.

Two:  The universe is an infinite optimizing InfoMassErgy processing through self-organizing oscillating potentials, evolving towards increasing power and intelligence.

Three:  Each living being creates its own reality through personifying itself and The Other on different levels, dimensions, scales, locations, and times. Reality consists of Energetic Material and Intelligent Information flowing in a four-dimensional nature (three space and one TIME). Capturing reality on a flat screen saps its authenticity, as reality changes on at least four dimensions. 

Five: Nothing is Not God. You cannot escape God. You might make a pseudo-vacuum of evil inside God, but we can never attain absolute cold or ultimate hate. Love is merely the absence of hate. Warmth is merely the absence of Cold. Light is merely the absence of dark. Good is merely the absence of evil. We cannot destroy the universe, but it will destroy us. Humans create evil after experiencing suffering and frustration. A thought-form, evil has no force alone. It must rely on carriers for destruction. All is God is Good, no matter what techno-sapiens might try.

Six:  We live in an infinitely abundant universe. The OmniCapitalist smiles as we slowly develop new ways to borrow more power from Eva’s OmniSource. 

Seven: When you drop the pretenses, and realize our similarities on the most fundamental levels, our physical and spiritual needs: InfoMassErgy for our bodies, clean air, pure water, nutritious food, waste management, security shelter layers, SPORT, social love, sleep, and social technology for our minds.

Finally, before we delve into what IS, and what SHOULD be, we must turn our attention to the nature of language, this medium in which we think, speak, and write.  Words are ideas (memes) shared by people, connected into a logical framework by grammar and syntax.  We conquer the universe through metaphor. Yet words are impotent if not followed by purposeful action. Written and spoken language are great communication mediums, like artworks, body language, images, gifts, emails, blogs, web sites, videos, photographs, hand signals, music, gardens, buildings, symbols, etc. You can find truth in anything- songs, seas, essays, trees, gossip, the Bible/Koran/Torah, silence, everything is true. It depends upon what you see, not what you look at. The termites stay busy too. We live in an age of communication, of competing information levels. Apparently my data is sticky enough for you to press on this far- I am eternally grateful and hope you continue. I have hope that we will continue working together to bring good information. 

People reading OmniCapitalist Manifesto can help us refine its language so its hope may reach even more people across the globe.  I am only one person, just like you. I am busy and stressed, just like you. The interactions of three hundred million busy individuals comprise our American nation. Our Earth beholds heady 7,000,000,000 humans, alive and kicking- a world without strangers with their Universal Translators. Everyone always told me; you will never change the world.  Settle for a cushy CEO job or become a doctor like your father. Well, I’m changing your world by writing this sentence, you are changing your mind by thinking about changing the world.  The fact is, the only constant IS change. You cannot HELP changing yourself and the world.  Not everyone is called to be a hero.  But everyone changes the world merely by existing.  Realizing the constancy of change may help you subtly overcome any obstacle in your life- flowing with the current rather than drowning under the weight of your mental chains.  Learn to love your mind’s quirks, your passions, your eccentricity- be proud of what sets you apart. If life is mostly froth and bubble, two things stand out: unyielding kindness in another’s troubles and indomitable bravery toward your own.

Having read the first three introductory pages without pause, I stopped and gazed into the camera.  I motioned to the producer for a commercial break. I didn’t know how many people I had spoken to- but I was sure the number was over a million.  I’ll probably be infamous when I wake up tomorrow, without doing anything. The Media will paint me as a carerrorist supporter, even though I’d rather fill cavities than read Melinda’s manuscript on television. Now I know how Paris Hilton feels! It isn’t so bad, and fortunately Melinda’s writings were actually quite sane- although quite abstract and wishy-washy.  Her writings sounded like the typical ‘All is One’ theme.  If she really wanted to infect the world with her positive virus, she had to keep it simple, because her message was blurred amidst her flowery language. No, the world is ultimately utilitarian. People care about benefits to their loves. Value is measured in commodities and distributed through specialized spectacles. Time is Money. Poets and artists are poor until they die, dying to create something new. Then time-binding businessmen buy their timeless works.  The rich shall be rich and the poor shall be poor- that is as old as stratified society. We must spend no time lamenting a fact of life. We shall live and die with our leaders. Money is a form of social memory. Money remembers and leverages space, energy, time, and work.

 I took a drink of white grape juice. My mouth loved its sweet moisture blanket.  A thought flickered through my mind. Maybe I should use this carerrorist scum to propose Spodeas. After all, Melinda did say I could talk as long as I also read her words verbatim.  Let me wait until I finish reading- I want to find out what she says and get it over with so I may return to the refuge of sleep.

“You ready, Dr. Spoey?”

“Now I am.”

“Alright, three, two, one, and ACTION!”

I turned the page and began reading.

“A wise man once said, ‘Use what is dominant in a culture to change it most quickly.’ I employ television’s dominance for Eva’s carerrorism. But I have no interest in forcing you to listen. In fact, please close your minds- you will only be left behind. Take this opportunity now, to turn off the television. Play in your parks, argue about the Republicrats, cuddle with your loves, learn to cook, toss some corn-hole, read to your children, anything to postpone actual productive thought. I dare you to ignore the positive potential of OmniCapitalism. Tomorrow the newspapers will be busting at the seams with the optimistic hope in Eva’s Will. Throw them away.  I cannot teach a woMan anything, only help them find it within themselves. I cannot sell you anything. You must sell yourself on my suggestion. It is impossible to wake a man pretending to be asleep. Keep dreaming, children, while society exponentially transcends itself, manifesting a sustainable OmniMarket is only the beginning.  OmniCapitalism is a warm comforting blanket. If you don’t need its sustenance to survive, by all means, ignore my creation, burn my words, and go on your merry way.  This information is free, unlike your time.  

A few closing words to begin.  There is infinite truth and energy surrounding you.  A unified plurality.  I ask you to put aside all assumptions and You create the meaning.  You can choose to create evil or goodness.