Happy Holy Day!

170 years ago today, The Bab was martyred by public firing squad. The event was witnessed by thousands, as was the miraculous circumstances that took place. The first volley of bullets only severed the ropes tying the Bab’s hands, and when the smoke cleared He was nowhere to be found. When the search was conducted, He was found back in His cell, finishing His conversation with His amanuensis. It is recounted that He told His executioners that no earthly power can stop Him or this new Revelation from being released. He then was led back to the city square where the next volley of 750 bullets found their mark, and only His face was left unscathed. His remains are now buried at the Shrine of the Bab, located in Haifa, Israel.

Today is the observance in the Baha’i world of that event that took place in 1850. It’s quite an inspiring story, and one of the few accounts where a miracle is recounted. Although many miracles were performed by Baha’u’llah, these were intentionally left out of the historical narrative because they will not serve to convince anyone who did not witness them firsthand, and, therefore, they are not useful proofs of His station.

I think about the miracles in my life and I’m grateful for the experience of witnessing them. Cartograstrology is one such case, as is the circumstances surrounding what I experienced beginning on the 7th of November of 2017 leading up to the 17th. The whole buildup leading to the November 17 tweet, and then noticing the patterns within the two sentences themselves, unraveling a whole encyclopedia of knowledge and catalyzing a quest to learn its purpose in my life; it is unforgettable, really.

What followed thereafter was confusion of just how to navigate the strange relationships I had uncovered, and doing it in such a way that would be as least combative as possible. From my past experiences, I found that by going direct and straight up asking, “Is this true that you know these things?” would not provide answers but rather denial and even outright lying, I decided that I would instead play a game, hence the cryptic tweet and the mysterious signs that followed. Two and a half years later, I wonder if I even made any friends of these two by playing this game, but what else could I have done differently? At the very least some artwork got made by me and influenced them. I guess that is the silver lining; the creative process was fueled.

So here we are now, in the days between the 7th and the 17th of the seventh month in the 177th year since the birth of this new Revelation, and I’m ready now to just forget these past three years, really. How can one just forget about this? I don’t really know, but I can try.

In November of 2017, that ten-day period leading up to that tweet was intense and emotional. I only knew that I had to find out what to do when the 17th came around, and when it did, what came to me was picking one or the other as some kind of victor in a choosing game, because you can’t have both, even though I do not know either of them personally, even still today. I wasn’t too comfortable that I was participating in a squabble; it went against my core values of being a true friend and promoting peace and reconciliation, but what the hell. Lindsey wins! Go celebrate. Gloat even, I don’t mind all that much. I was also being heavily influenced by my interpretation of the lyrics in “Golden Years” and “White Dress” from Dia’s album Bruises, plus I love Stealing Like an Artist!

As I look at it now, I can see that I have never had anything to offer you, Lindsey, at least as a love interest. I’m not getting baptized, therefore no sealing, so you will not ever be given to me in submission at the altar, nor let me lead the marriage for time and eternity in the afterlife, nor reunite with me and your family with our heavenly parents, and, as an exalted Heavenly Father myself after having created another planet, together with you and my other heavenly wives, we will not populate this new planet with spirit children. It all sounds so tantalizing, but no.

I also recount that Valentine’s Day letter I wrote. I said that I would not repeat what I did in the past to someone else and just disappear without a word. I should honor that so y’all are not left to wonder. So, Lindsey, we need to let this go. Dia can have her victory. She seems to already be celebrating. She knows she can drag this on and leave me waiting for her call for as long as she desires, because it has been made quite obvious that I’m enthralled by all this. Vulnerability at its finest. Enjoy it. I guess I have to just come along for the ride it seems.

But if one thing cartograstrology is good for, it is for helping me see things to come. Like a song I know.

With my white dress on I thought I was running to an angel anchored in the cold November wind

With my white dress on
But I won't be again
I won't be again

Perhaps the “only one” that remains behind is me? All by my lonesome. I’m still fine with that. I’m just glad that I will have a much better idea come the 17th, after which I can leave it all behind.

What a strange life I live.

[Edited at 8:50 pm]

The story so far…

I posted a new entry yesterday and hit publish, and then something strange happened. It didn’t show! It was saying that it was published in the control panel, but not showing up on the main page, so I took it as a sign from the heavens and set it to private. Turns out that I composed it too soon, before I had all the pieces put together. The universe intervened to keep that post hidden from the world so I could get the record straight. Go angels!

I think I got it now. Note to my readers: this post is a continuation of a story whose chapters are now hidden as private posts here on my blog. So if you are starting here, it might get a bit fuzzy.

Page 14 of David’s notebook from 1996 is the cryptic and prophetic play-by-play roadmap that we’ve been using to navigate this critical juncture. Thanks, David!

The Ra Material — not the blue-feathered kind!

“You’re fat enough in the mouth – you need to wash it down”

– Paragraph 1, sentence 2

Seems I was the one biting off more than I could chew. So I went back and “checked the map”. Remember: WASH IT [d]O[w]N, minus the [d-avid w-ilcock], spells WASH IT ON, or Washi[ng]ton. Here is a rundown of how that name is significant:

  • Washington Street in Tacoma,
  • Washington State, is the site of … well I can’t say it publicly. Go watch my video and figure it out
  • Washington Street in Boston, where it intersects with State Street you find the Old State House and the massacre site from the year 1770. You can also find Goodneighbor and recruit Hancock in post-apocalyptic 2287 in Fallout 4. Okay, that last part is significant to me, alright?
  • It is currently year 177 of the Baha’i calendar, among the many other significances pertaining to the numbers 7 and 17

If you take both sevens and flip one so they are symmetrical to one another, then put the 1 between them, you get a triangle like this:

7 1 and 7 makes a triangle with a vertical axis of symmetry

Got it? Good, keep this in mind and let’s move on…

Up against the wall – now you’re looking for it.

– Paragraph 1, sentence 3

Dia has been posting pics on her Instagram of her professionally leaning up against walls all over town, so you know that has got to be significant, or I’m not crazy as hell for seeing all this expletive. This, combined with a host of other signals and promptings, has forced us to take a good look.

It reminds me of when we would touch base before you went on a diet.

– Paragraph 1, final sentence

So I guess this has happened before? Note the word “diet”. It’s a marker for the next time it’s used.

Establish your horizons and ask yourself a question – do I like to sit in school?

– Second paragraph, first sentence. Filling in these citation blocks is fun

I did a treatment on an interpretation of this. As for the sitting in school part, this is my interpretation: when I first discovered the “constellation” of coordinates on the map of Tacoma in 2007, I connected them together like this:

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a miniature Tacoma! It’s…. a sailboat?

What I would not notice until just a year ago is that the line starting from the 1220 Woodlawn house intersects with the “home path” line at a perfect 90 degrees, right at the midpoint of this line segment. I called this the “six-point constellation”. I created this image two years ago, before I discovered the perfect geometry you get if you factor in a seventh point that sits atop an — you guessed it — elementary school.

I discovered the “seven-point constellation” while writing the script for my video in 2019.

So what about the question: do I like to sit in school? I guess there are many meanings here, but one thing is for sure is that it is suggesting a choice, hence…

You can pick an answer. If no, start to study.

– the sentences after the previous one in the second paragraph

Supposing that I had not yet found the seven-point constellation, I would have had to answer “no”. So how do you find the location of the seventh point? Start from the blue star, which is the location of where I started my life in Tacoma at age 5, draw a line to the house in which I first discovered and studied cartograstrology, and that line becomes the “home path”, because it is the path between my places of residence. The midpoint of that line segment is right atop the school.

There is no need for a planned sacrifice. Apples and oranges can be a pair, you know.

– first and second sentences, third paragraph. Are these citations getting tedious yet?

I have thought about this one a lot and have gone back and forth between different interpretations. There were moments when I felt like my heart was going to explode and I would be some kind of sacrifice of sorts, but I knew that couldn’t be it because, well, I survived. So I figure it means that Lindsey or Dia won’t have to be “sacrificed” one for the other in terms of some kind of choice on my behalf of who to love, like choosing between an apple or an orange, leaving the other’s heart to rot in misery and heartache. As if I’m that special. It, did, however, give me assurance that a resolution could be found in which nobody would have to suffer some kind of defeating loss. A happy end!

If that lands national… Homeopathic TV.

– okay, that’s enough citations for now

The magic of cartograstrology is how it can predict things that will happen by observing patterns. Here is prime example. Remember how we used the midpoint on the home path to draw a perpendicular line that intersected my place of work and the house on the card transaction copy? If we apply the same operation to the line segment formed between the points on Days Island and 2501 miles out to the Old State House, we can repeat the process to get this:

Look familiar?

Now we can use this north-south perpendicular line as a guide to define the remaining sides of a “717” triangle. Extend the home path line out until it meets that perpendicular line in Mexico, wiggle the tip of the upside down triangle a bit until it lines up with the massacre site. This line actually extends to the Shrine of the Bab in Haifa, Israel, but I shortened it to make the picture less “busy”.

717 or TV?
Wait…. ODIN?!

So what happens when you take the “home path” out of “homeopathic”? You get “OIC” remaining. And if we consider that three of the four elemental components are present, minus the “A”, we get….
O I C [A] TV.
Oh, I see a TV!
Bam! Prophetic David Wilcock is prophetic! But you don’t know how to decode it, which is why you’re always wrong, David. Too bad!

Next, if we examine the midpoint of this new, extended home path, it will be just south of where the path meets the Arizona-New Mexico border. If we place a line along the latitude going due west, it goes straight to Los Angeles County.

Here is where it gets interesting. Start a line on the big Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier at Pacific Park, and extend that line along the Santa Monica Boulevard, and keep going until it meets the home path.

Hey Dia, would you believe me if I told you that I discovered your “home path” just hours before our little phone call?

Do you see it? What is all there? Not only does this line meet the home path at a right angle, but also, according to Dia’s wikipedia, she went to high school in both St. George and Las Vegas.

Now, if you had been paying close attention to my blog and following me on social media, there is a good chance you could have known exactly where I would go on my road trip before I did, using cartograstrology. In December of 2017, I spontaneously departed, not really having a destination in mind. I found myself drawn to sunny Phoenix, Arizona to hike and camp in the surrounding Tonto National Forest in warm, vitamin D-producing weather by way of stopping at Joshua Tree National park for one night.

If you were to move the point of the triangle near the border junction south a bit, so that its length matches the Santa Monica Line, this new line would pass through Gilbert and Chandler, Arizona, where Lindsey is from. Also, it would pass by the places where I actually stayed and camped in Joshua Tree and Phoenix area. I honestly did not notice this cartograstrology at the time, nor would I until long after David published his page from his notebook in September 2018. On my second road trip in September 2019, I likewise didn’t have a destination in mind after Salt Lake City, and then I found myself drawn to Zion National Park. I recognized that good feeling and found myself hiking Angel’s Landing, and of course, the Narrows, because the bridge in Tacoma, right? Then I looked back at what I felt compelled to do and found connections in my adventures to the words if that lands national.

Would you have predicted I’d go there if you were really intrigued by all this? And IF it happened as predicted, then what?
Reconcile. What a strange life I live.

What’s worse, is what else could my readers be predicting yet? It’s like I’m some kind of case study or something. It’s getting wild, but I’m not stoppin’ now!

The following weekend, we’re going to have a special function. (diet) Hop in for pizza.

– not the pedo kind of pizza, David. Learn.

This past weekend, Dia put together a fundraising function in which she offered one-on-one phone calls for those who make a modest donation. This is where we see the “diet” word show up again. I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled on what she might come up with to give me an opportunity to get some facetime. This was it. Take my money!
Here is how I figured:

[Di]et [F]unc[t]i[on] = [Di]a [F]ramp[ton]
What remains from these letters? A ramp? By George, the map does look like a ramp! Another connection!

So the word “diet” appears twice, and the second connects to the first iteration with “touching bases”, as in receiving a communication before chatting with Dia, like what happened with the Santa Monica Line. And now I’m using that knowledge to write up this new post just a day later. I sometimes forget that something maybe will come of it, maybe some other time.

Crazy little dreams waiting for you

This part of page 14 gets me really excited. I think it’s already happening, though. Can’t be any crazier than this. However, what is to become of the needless sacrifice? How will I know that there is no interest left in one or both ladies if they are not communicating directly to me? On the call, Dia offered no acknowledgement that she knows about this when we talked, nor did I ask directly, so she has not technically lied to me. I’ve been careful about how I’ve played the game — I’m not going to beat down her door. She has to offer, so I won’t make demands. If she has her chance with me and doesn’t take it, I sure has heck can put two and two together and determine that it is her way of expressing disinterest.

In hindsight, I think justice and fairness was done. I met her face-to-face, then she called me, and I’ve met her halfway at every turn. I guess time will tell if she gives me a call, and that’s the only downside. It’s not a direct “no”, but rather a time-released answer.

The Upside: there’s always Lindsey, and we still have yet to meet….

And before I go, I forgot to mention this:

Terrain map of St. George with superimposed Washington State…. yeah, crazy.

COVID-19 positives

It’s all the world is hearing about right now; on the devices on social media and news, or at home by yourself or locked up with your families. Society changes abruptly now — and, because that change is so sudden and drastic, there are many who are going to indirectly suffer as we figure out how to organize society post-COVID. Food service workers on the floor may not have a floor for seating beyond the take-out waiting benches. Will my favorite performers continue to put tours together knowing another outbreak could send them home early?

This is another one of those scenarios that test our faith, and it’s going to get easy to get caught up in thoughts of annihilation and total chaos. I’m inspired to write this post because the novel coronavirus has caused my parents and I to come together to plan for the worst, and it’s actually been fun and enlightening. As crazy as this whole situation is with lockdown forcing people into social distancing and the isolation it brings, its effect on me (who seeks to isolate from time to time) has presented opportunities for my parents and I to take measures to protect ourselves and it’s been actually kinda fun.

My mom has been excitedly researching medicinal antiviral mushrooms, I’m spreading the good word on high-dose vitamin C, and we are discussing ways we can help others in case of a supply chain disruption, reminding ourselves that when society is gripped with calamity it usually is responded to by people’s higher selves shining through to help, and not necessarily for the zombie hordes to amass to capitalize on an opportunity to maraud a vulnerable neighborhood.

Two months ago, I thought my job as a DoorDasher was pretty pointless. I’m delivering fast food to people. Sometimes groceries, and that is purposeful because those customers can’t get the food they need on their own so that’s nice. Now my dad is telling me that I have a very useful job for society right now, plus I’m getting a lot more base pay per order because of demand.

So as it stands now– when everyone is isolating just like I was in November and December of last year– I’m over here working more. I’ve got the ideal job for someone who lives with older people since I can practice distancing.

So I guess society is changing permanently. Why not make an effort to make the best of it, because it looks like this may not be going away any time soon.

I can’t end this post without mentioning the conspiracy aspect of this. It’s inevitable that– now that people are spending more time at home and potentially finding themselves in the conspiracy corner of YouTube– that they may find themselves contemplating the what-ifs of the SARS-CoV-2 virus origins being engineered by China and somehow getting out of containment.

As somebody who looks at everything with an open mind including conspiracy stories, I find this calamitous scenario striking because of all the so-called insiders who claim prescience that I follow on social media, none of them saw or predicted this crazy lockdown happening (except for a crazy old woo-woo guy in nearby Olympia, Washington) due to a virus outbreak, complete with a mandated isolation that the masses actually comply with because of the knowledge of how dangerous the disease is. So the public is going along with staying inside while kicking and screaming, complying nonetheless, and it’s not because they’ve been told that a coordinated mass arresting of the Deep State cabal is underway by the valiant efforts of the Alliance. Nope, sorry, David, that isn’t the narrative. The lockdowns are here, but they are necessary for containment and stopping the spread and everybody knows this. If the mass arrests do happen during this lockdown, should this be the case, then this end was assisted by this unfortunate outbreak that the elites themselves probably would not have let loose because they’re old and vulnerable to the disease themselves. Any way you look at it, this is really a calamity that sprung up unforeseen and is showing just who really has prescience in the ufology/higher consciousness community.

See? A whole lot of a different kind of COVID-19 positives.

I do wonder when I’ll get to go to another show, as well as what my favorite artists are going to do for their livelihoods.

Letter in Response to David Wilcock’s Invitation

Dear David Wilcock,

I have received your email to your subscribers of DivineCosmos.com inviting me to sign up for your five week course on Ascension found at ascensionmysteryschool.com . Here is my open letter in response.

You are right, David, the Ascension Mystery School is not for everyone. In your email to me you state emphatically that your research about Ascension IS the truth, and ‘what you will say’ is that the it will ‘tear down the veil’ and accelerate my spiritual progress. I have listened to you explain the features of your course and am cognizant of the Ra materials, and have found them to be centered on the individual, appealing to his/her ambitions to traverse, or “sling-shot” across the Densities through an almost self-centered form of spiritual practice. You incentivize the process as something to jealously aspire to through diet and meditation and being nice to people.

If I seem critical then I apologize. As a dedicated seeker of truth, your invitation should appeal to me, but the fruits that your teachings are promising will not be seen until the event takes place. What if from wise counsel you can see the fruits of true spiritual progress in the present moment? And not just in ourselves but in others as well?

“The betterment of the world can be accomplished through pure and goodly deeds, through commendable and seemly conduct.”

I think you have the right intentions, but are missing the key to this so-called “Ascension”. You have all of the knowledge to be able to immediately recognize this Kalki avatar or reincarnation of Krishna, this fifth Buddha or “Maitreya”, this Frashokereti who has walked this earth a century and a half ago; you have independently ascertained that these religions are essentially the same and from a single source throughout the cycles. Yet you fix your feet firmly and stand staunchly in your Ra material, who claims is a humble messenger of the One Infinite Creator, and profess your “Mystery teachings” as the secret that has eluded mankind for true spiritual progress. I digress to say more on the subject.

I don’t know for sure if you have heard of Baha’u’llah, and I’m just assuming that you have heard the glad tidings because of your exhaustive research. If you do indeed have conscious knowledge of Him, His life and His teachings, and if He is who He says He is, then you will be held accountable for your own failure in achieving the ultimate truth of this age, which is what you are seeking after and what is the greatest fulfillment of our true purpose — recognizing the Manifestation of God for this age.

Being Baha’i is not easy, and not for everyone. I can relate to what you wrote similarly about the Ascension Mystery School. It takes courage to face your own veils, and while it can be dumbfounding when you yourself have to live those words that came streaming forth from your mouth, it’s all part of the journey. The battle of the self in the soul’s quest towards God. However, this is a path that is not to be walked alone. A path is something that is walked with others. The fruits of walking this path of service in the company of others are measurable in every community that endeavors to do some service for their fellow man (or woman), and these endeavors not only bring spiritual growth to the individual, but harmony to society as well in real time. Don’t have to wait for the event to do the work that we are blessed to undertake in the field of service.

Inversely, I would like to invite you to participate in exploring truth with other like-minded people, with the aid of a sequence of courses developed at the grass roots by people inspired by this great Teacher, refined through action and consultation, and see for yourself if it is conducive to facilitating this transformation RIGHT NOW, right where you are.

If you say yes, I’ll sign up to your Ascension Mystery School and we can compare.

Best regards,
Rahmat

Trip code change

We be trippin’.
Your turn, Chanter.

How’s your VACatION?
Do your eyes deceive you?
This ain’t no black magic.
Microcosm to macrocosm.
All the dots connect, baby.
I have the video.
Ya know what I mean?
What does your religion teach about UNITY?
It is what it is!

Cognitive dissonance or cognitive resonance?
You are a case study.

I love you ALL.

Enjoy the ride.

RS

What is in a name?

The title of this amazing blog post is from Shakespeare, but actually I’m not intentionally quoting from Romeo and Juliet to make a subtle suggestion that this post has a romantic connotation to anything. If you’ve been following my blog from the start (which you can read in its entirety in probably 20 minutes), you’ll find that each post builds upon the previous, and then you’ll see that people can do things that seem to connect to a larger metaphysical whole, intentional or not.

Remember the “cartograstrology constellation” of the “sailboat”? I pointed out that everything is interconnected and sometimes that “big picture” can reveal portions of itself at a certain time on someone’s path.

I’m giving this post this title because I’m asking a legitimate question: What is in a name? The answer: when viewing it with an eye for signs of a holographic fractal universe where the whole is contained in the part and everything is connected to everything else, a name can have contained in it more than ever imagined!

So let’s take a look at what is in my name: Rahmat A.K.A. Arcarion— the latter being my gaming handle or online alias.

A little background story: in 2003 when I was 19 I played an online roleplaying game called EverQuest Online Adventures for the PlayStation 2. When deciding what to name my character, I wanted a root alias consisting of a single syllable, knowing I would be called by that in the text box by default, and that root alias would span all of my created “toons”, or characters. I decided it was to be “Arc”. It sounded right to me and I didn’t give it any more thought.

I added a few more letters to it that gave it a fantasy feeling and “Arcarion” was born. When creating new characters, I’d start with the root “Arcarion” and change a letter or two (i.e. Arctarion, Arcarius, Arcurion, Arcturius, etc.) and lo! I had a character naming system!

In 2005 I decided I needed my own web domain, and I’d use it to post media creations and host files, thus ArcarionMedia.com was born. My vision was that it would one day be a huge success and inspire people with my amazing content. So if you are here and have been inspired by my media content— thanks! You’re making my original vision a reality!

Back to the present. I was listening to “Take Flight” by Lindsey Stirling and there’s this synthetic sounding voice that repeats something vague. With this new eye for observing holographic patterns in all things, my imagination seemed to want to hear it saying “are care”. Given the aforementioned parallels in her music video to the “sailboat” constellation on my cartograstrology map of Tacoma, there was a keen interest in what other gems I could dig up that the universe was hiding in the “holofractographic” fabric of all that is, especially with this Vicci-Dia-Lindsey trio of creators.

So, what is my imagination coming up with when I hear that voice in the song? Well, “are care” makes me think of ARCAR(ion), of course! A new rabbit hole to go down!

Since making this connection, the first thing I noticed is that in the word ARC you have an actual geometric arc. See it? It is the letter “C”! The word “arc” pictographically represents an actual arc, with the addition of the letters “ar”, and “ar” reversed is “ra”— the first two letters of my real name. So basically, these three letters are representing my real name mirrored in my root gaming alias. A holo-fractal handle? I didn’t notice before! Mind blown!

Consider that the word “arc” has a reversed— or mirrored— “ra” in it, just as you would imagine that my gaming handle Arcarion is a mirror of myself in the fantasy game world he is in. Taking it a step further, ARCAR has another “ar” in it, on the other side of the “c”, which, as we know, is a geometric arc. What properties does an arc have? Well, it’s symmetrical, for one. That means that half of it mirrors the other half. How can you figure this into the picture? Read it this way:

→   |  ←
AR ⌒ AR

So, just like a mirror creates reversed symmetrical imagery, you would read “AR” left-to-right on the left side of the “C” and right-to-left on the other side.

So what does it ultimately convey?

ARCAR = “ARC (is a reflection of) RA(hmat)”

 

Dang, did I unintentionally pick the most perfect alias or what?!

But the best part comes from the three letters left over: “-ion”: check out what happens when you simply overlay each capitalized letter of “ION” right in the center:


What exactly are we looking at? Everything.

What do I mean by “everything”? Just about everything I’ve shown you thus far with cartograstrology, the sailboat constellation map of Tacoma, the alias ARCARION— everything— is contained in those three letters centered on a single point as a holofractal-pictograph. You read it right— the whole is contained within this image of “ION”, like a hologram or a fractal!

Shall we unravel it?

First, the basics

The four lines you see that are in the “N” and “I” can represent four people: Vicci, Dia, Lindsey, and Rahmat.

What else are in these names? Believe it or not, if you put all four of us together, you get one man: Leonardo Da Vinci. See it in the names?

LEONARDO DA VINCI
LiNdsey / ARD (ARc >|< RD, or RAhmat D.)
DiA
VICcI

Leonardo Da Vinci was a polymath who pretty much did everything from cartography to mathematics to art and science, which is pretty much what is covered across the board here on this blog, and the four of us seem to have a range of skills and talents. (Except for Vicci; aside from music and drama, I think she just watches T.V.)

If you believe in reincarnation (which I do not), then we are the reincarnation of fragments of his fractionated soul. (Sorry for triggering your cognitive dissonance, here, David. Hit me up if you wanna talk about it. I have the utmost compassion as the veils fall away for those who have bought into the reincarnation paradigm of nonsense.) What I mean by “reincarnation” is that his array of attributes are returning here (not essence), albeit distributed among the four of us. And it’s likely got something to do with— oh i dunno— a RENAISSANCE.

The “O” can represent a pair of semicircular arcs divided by the vertical line, conveying symmetry, perfection, and completeness. Also, as stated above, the two semicircle arcs together symbolize ARCAR.

The “N” represents the following:


Though not symmetrical, the "N" when separated by the "I" creates two separate angles that are 180 degrees of rotation apart and opposite of each other.

These can also represent the two “A”s as in ΛrcΛrion, or the two “A”s as in RΛhmΛt

The diagonal line striking through the vertical line represents an edge of the "bowtie" ley line sequence from my previous post, and strangely resembles the lamp in the Take Flight music video.

I like to think it also represents transcendence because it passes over and connects the other three lines, and not just because I want an excuse to tie it in to another Lindsey Stirling song title.

With a little bit of stretching, I can make my ideas all fit together.
See how this ION pictograph represents the "R"s as well as the theme of correspondence?

Letter Elements

Now, if you look at the letters A I O and C that I’ve covered so far, they consist of these basic elements: the arc, the line, the angle, and the circle. Interestingly, when you look at the 26-letter upper case alphabet, they can be broken down into these elements:


"A" is a line and an angle, "B" is two arcs and one line, "C" is one arc, "D" is an arc and a line, etc...

Letter components of “O” and “A”

The circle and angle can be broken down further into two arcs and two lines respectively, which I’ll call components, and these two components in turn make up the four script elements which are either a single or doubled component.

Extra credit assignment:

  1. Break down these two nicknames into their respective components. Examine.

    ARC
    VICCI

  2. What did you discover when you did that?
  3. Describe to yourself or discuss among your friends what it can symbolically illustrate.
  4. What other words or names use ALL FOUR basic elements A or V, C, I, and O? (Ex.: “The VOICe”, ArCarIOn, etc.)

There will be a quiz!

Dear Lindsey Stirling,

It’s that time of year again (out of 12 months, you’ve been on tour for 5— amazing dedication to your fans!), and with a heavy heart I must inform you that I have not obtained a VIP pass that would give us that moment to finally meet and say hello. Had I been steadfastly dedicated to earning the necessary funds, I surely would have been able to purchase them through employment, however I chose to take a job that was personally satisfying for me as a farm hand that left me with only a meager wage.

My work on the farm has produced wonderful lettuce (as well as a crazy farmer’s tan) that was distributed to food banks, while learning about organic agriculture which I will surely use in the future. I drive by that amphitheater every day I work and think of how awesome it would be to participate in the fun you have planned for the VIP crowd, but I’m sure seeing you from way in the back will be just as awesome. In addition to my work, I’ve been serving in my community and rendering much needed child care for my hard-working friends. All in all, I’ve enjoyed a very enriched life this year in my state of poverty and wouldn’t have sacrificed it for anything— even meeting you.

Now, I know how much you love having fans like me to inspire you and be inspired by you, so the best that I can do is offer you this letter of appreciation and gratitude.

But before I sign this letter, I wanted to share with you that since witnessing the fulfillment of your dreams unfold in the last six years, I’ve been contemplating what it means for me to have a dream. And then it hit me— I, too, am living my dream! I wake up feeling excited for what the day will bring and full of gratitude to God for living in this time. If ever I dreamt of fame and fortune, it was because those things came as a natural consequence of having a certain calling in life, but they were neither the objective nor the measure of success (they actually make things more difficult and complicated, if you ask me). The true feeling of “winning” comes from being severed from the want of anything other than the bounties of God, which we seem to be receiving in overflowing abundance. And I don’t mean that in material degrees.

So I’ll be looking forward to seeing you from a distance on Friday the 7th. I’ll probably be coming straight from the farm, since it’s just four miles down the road. Without a shower.

Your favorite Stirlingite,
Rahmat

P.S.: If you want some lettuce, let me know! I promise it won’t be like that time in Mexico City.

Introducing Cartograstrology

I hope you’ve been following my blog, because I’m on to something here. I pointed out that sometimes artists hide secret “Easter Eggs” in their artwork as a bonus for anyone who takes the time to look for them. After much speculative analysis, I’ve decided that the intelligent universe, too, does this. It hides things everywhere– in synchronicity, patterns, etc.– and sometimes you might get a gut feeling to look here or there and discover those patterns and parallels that, for some, offer a source of guidance for those looking for some guidance from a higher plane.

In the new age conscious truth-seeking community, it’s a phenomena called synchronicity, and it usually happens through “intuitive hits”. Some say it’s how “God” speaks to you. I call it “magic”. Much of the time, people won’t even realize that they’re doing things in a way that is completely organized on a higher level. They go about their lives, leaving behind traces of their presence that sometimes someone might find later on and put together into a greater whole that is interconnected with the rest of the universe.

Case in point: my strange Vicci Martinez parallelogram from my last post.


Hey, what are you doing, purple text?! There can be only ONE caption, got it? What’s that? You’re actually a “subtitle” and not a “caption”? Whatever.

Also, don’t forget the frighteningly bizarre right angle made by the “sailboat constellation”:


I don't understand what your "subtitle" is saying. Do you mean: “here is a right angle orientated symmetrically along the north/south pole axis overlayed on the constellation”, Mr. Smarty-McSubtitle-pants?

Now that level of mathematical perfection doesn’t just happen by accident. Nor does it just keep on repeating itself willy-nilly in a predictable, sequential way if the universe is chaotic and random. And it’s not like my dad and I plotted out all the symmetry on the map before we moved to these places. No, we were guided by an unseen hand, and I am pretty sure that goes for the entire universe and each and every created thing. And it’s reasons like these that folks in the “conscious” truth-seeker community will give you to explain the material world as being made up of just consciousness and vibration.

Yup, that’s what they might tell you. The material world is an illusion, and it’s consciousness that gives rise to material reality, not the other way around. And that’s where “God” comes in, who breathes life into creation each moment so we can experience His love.

There’s now a scientific basis (in the non-establishment community, of course) for the need for God to exist, because the chaotic “universe-that-came-from-nothing” model is falling apart at the seams because it can’t support all this new data and these observations. The science of consciousness can only really be ridiculed and suppressed and censored by “peer review”, and a controlled corporate media platform, but that’s rapidly changing.

People are waking up.

I hope this isn’t too “conspiratorial” for you, but the facts are the facts, and the mainstream establishment just isn’t giving them to you. It’s up to people like me on our own platforms to be citizen journalists (or in my case a laid back satire/humorist blogger) in a media environment where people are told what to think by someone else. And what not to think. I learned this from a professor who studies media way back in 2009 that the media decides for us what “news” is.

When the stars align

I’m arguing that what I’m showing you with these circumstances on the map is not an accidental fluke, but signs of a greater Intelligence and universal mind. These here alignments, which are more comprehensive and inclusive than just ley lines, may yield so much potential to systematically identify people and places of significance in an observer’s life that I felt it necessary to give the study of it a proper name: cartograstrology. It borrows from the words cartography— or map making— and astrology, which is the study of the stars and heavenly bodies and their impact on human affairs. So, cartograstrology is the study of the “stars”, be them natural or artificial places, mapping them as they relate to the observer, and then take subsequent steps that can identify larger patterns (constellations) to help find guidance, make meaningful decisions or observations, or just have fun and be inspired by the wonders of an intelligent universe.

Taking into consideration that so far I’ve developed cartograstrology from looking at only my own “map”, I would have to say that this scientific-sounding “-ology” could really benefit from other people’s interactions with it so I don’t have to present it in such a satirical way. There are profound implications here!

To demonstrate just how systematic it is in uncovering hidden gems for those who dig into it, check out this graphic:


I bet you're going to call me Illuminati, now, aren't you?

See the fractal pattern emerge with that purple triangle? Incredible! Let’s call this the “Tacoma Triangle”. (copyright!)

Following a pattern of logic, you’d think there’d be something that would align with that last part of the sequence annotated with a “?”. According to cartograstrology, something is likely to be waiting for you to discover and fit into the sequence. When rotating the purple Tacoma-shaped triangle until a side aligns with one of the lines of the sailboat constellation, there are roads and bridges or intellectual points of interest that run parallel with at least one other side, which humans put there. For whatever reason they put those the way they are, whether they were aware of the patterns or not.

There’s now a missing piece of the puzzle. Because all is consciousness, and because I’m aware of this missing piece and therefore it exists, it must exist for a purpose, right?

So, as with any scientific endeavor, when a hypothesis is formed, there’s a process involved and it follows a series of steps. For example, if it involved fossils, you’d dig a layer deeper; stars, you’d examine the spectral lines. In cartograstrology, you look at people, yourself and others, and the intellectual connections to them on a map.

In the case of this “sailboat” comprising a few key “stars” being tied to Vicci, I’ll look there.

Remember back in November I was listening to Lindsey Stirling Radio on my Pandora when “The Arena” came on? I don’t purchase albums very often, but my intuition was telling me it’s time to buy her music instead of just being around when the songs come on the radio. When I delved into the album and looked a bit closer to the song “We Are Giants”, I realized, Wow, all these years I’ve heard this song on Pandora I never noticed that the singer and collaborator, Dia Frampton, knew Vicci from The Voice!

I read Dia’s media blog and saw the parallels in our lives: we both work in food service as our day jobs but have big dreams, we both have an older sibling we share a lot of memories with (“Gold and Silver” kills me!), to name a few. I ended up buying Dia Frampton’s albums as well.


My path along a cartograstrological alignment has brought me to this album

The parallels I was looking for were to be found in one particular song that had “bowtie” in the lyrics. At this stage, anything bowtie-related is going to get my attention. So the search was on.


The "R" and "N" are to scale, taken from the album cover (inset)

The stylized “R” and “N” from her album cover fit into the square on the map made by the intersections of Pearl Street and Orchard Street going north and south, 6th Avenue and South 12th Street going east and west. The arc in the “R” goes exactly halfway across the square, and the “N” fits in there perfectly. The diagonal line of the “R” also aligns perfectly with the side of the triangle, and the “R” also stops right on that infamous circle from my previous post. In summary, the proportions and features of that “R” and “N” are perfect in relation to these streets and the Tacoma Triangle. It’s as if the universe was instructing the graphic designer at Universal Republic Records (did you catch that parallel? Did you!?) through the creative process so that someone could get something out of this later.

Okay, cartograstrology: let’s use what we’re learning and find those missing pieces! Now where does that uniquely stylized “A” fit in?


The purple lines are straight, and show how the bars on the "A" are not straight but look more like the streets in Tacoma

The "A" on the album cover is not wide enough for the bars to fit across the streets of Tacoma nicely. Sometimes the data you obtain doesn't fit, and when this happens in the scientific establishment instead of changing the books to fit the data, they change the data to make it fit what's already been accepted. Or they just throw out the data. Not here!

Since I don't wanna make another rotating triangle GIF graphic, imagine the purple triangle rotating and fitting snug between the R and the A, okay?

The “A” has two bars, with a slight curve on the right side, as illustrated, much like 6th and 12th veer to the north a bit going east. The parallelogram runs along those streets, so when you take that “A” and stretch it a bit to align with those streets, guess what? The angle of the “A” will align with the purple triangle, and you’ll get something that resembles the “FR” stylization on the album cover! Okay, speaking of stretching, maybe that was a stretch. But so far, you gotta admit, there are many parallels here.

As for Dia Frampton, she’s since become a favorite of mine. I remember when I first heard the track “Shatter Me” on Pandora in 2014, and my initial response was, Wow, Lindsey Stirling found some inspiration! It would remind me of when I first heard “Angel” as a new Vicci fan. Dia is credited as a writer for Shatter Me. Nice work, Dia!

So, if cartograstrology is good for anything, it’s helping me discover new artists I like. Because seriously, there are like a million artists out there and I can’t listen to them all!

Cartograstrological Side Effects

Another music video I’m jealous about is Lindsey’s music video for her Shatter Me track “Heist”. I couldn’t have envisioned a better music video for this song myself! It would be a travesty if I didn’t mention it on my video game blog, especially since I should point out some issues you might have with this new eye for wanting to find patterns in the mundane.

A side effect, I’m finding, is that now every time I see a triangle, especially rotating ones, I think, Ooh, is there a cartograstrological synchronicity waiting for me to discover?! And then I go and open up Inkscape or Chrome and “check the map.” It can get overbearing.

Case in point: this music video features Lindsey Stirling’s “rotating triangle power attack” unleashed by a violin power-up in the coin-operated arcade game she is inside. It’s got all the lead-ons: Lindsey Stirling: check. In a video game: check. Rotating triangles: check.


No, Lindsey Stirling is NOT Illuminati, either, you paranoid conspiracy theorists!

In the initial shot of this awesome power attack, Lindsey’s rotating triangle beam is coming straight at the camera and is made up of equilateral triangles. The shot pictured in the graphic is the second shot to feature the beam coming towards the camera, but the beam is off to the side, so the triangles in the front of the string don’t appear equilateral due to perspective. Well, what are their dimensions, now?


Pay attention to the white triangle I outlined

You again!?

As you can see, the triangle beam and the Tacoma Triangle are so similar that the differences are marginal, and I could have used either one in my the animated GIF from my previous post showing the parallel geography and infrastructure.

Does this mean that Lindsey Stirling is keen on the cartograstrology? You’ll have to ask her that question.

My next example is another favorite music video of mine that I’m equally jealous about: “Take Flight”.

Take a gander at these gems:


Yup, that’s not just a lamp in the crisscross shape of a bowtie-- it’s a rotating bowtie lamp! 

Intriguing row boat, yes, but I’d be more impressed if it were a sailboat.

Eureka!

So there you have it. If you’ve read this far and are intrigued by the sailboat constellation and all the parallels that cartograstrology has to offer, you’ve been warned. You might start seeing parallels everywhere and in everything, because it’s all connected, man!

Whew!

 

Why I always keep my receipts

I was going through some old Vicci Martinez merchandise from 2007, remembering the time I went to a show and bought her live DVD album. I got back this receipt:

Yes, I still have the receipt, though I’m sure the warranty has long since expired on this purchase

The address on the receipt had a street name that reminded me of my childhood neighborhood in the West End of Tacoma.


Woodlawn was a few streets down from my street, Shirley. I got a little nostalgic and looked at where this address was on the map.



Then I noticed something really interesting. I compared the distances between my childhood home and the house I was living in at the time in 2007 on South 12th Street with this receipt address.


1.62 miles or 2.61 kilometers. The same numbers in both units? It’s a sign!

The distances are exact right down to their respective doorsteps. Would you believe that? Also, both houses had “33” in the address. 2633 North Shirley Street, and 3315 South 12th Street: xx33 and 33xx. Strangely also, the numbers did similar reversals when looking at the distance units: 1.62 miles and 2.61 kilometers. Interesting how there are these repeating relationships between these figures.

Back then, I had no idea that such things like this were possible in what I thought to be a random, chaotic universe. It was here, back in the spring of 2007 that I was discovering in a personal and meaningful way that the universe is much more organized and interconnected than the mainstream scientific establishment will have you believe.

And I was just getting started!

I put other places on the map, too, such as where I was working at the time, the location of Jazzbones where I bought the merchandise, just to name a few.


Wait— is that… a parallelogram?

Yup, sure is! A nearly perfect parallelogram.

From that little piece of thermal paper I’ve discovered that I can draw a circle around its address on the map, and the edge of that circle will pass through two points of significance in Tacoma. Also, adding two more points— the place where I met Vicci (at work serving tables) and her workplace (Jazzbones playing a gig)— will make a nearly perfect parallelogram!

The odds of this just being total coincidence would have to be astronomical! I never actually spoke to Vicci about this directly. What exactly would I say?


“Hi, Vicci! The, um, stars on the map have spoken. The constellation says… a sailboat. Yup. Cool DVD, by the way!” Also, the path from the Shirley house to the S 12th St house to Jazzbones makes a right-angle turn.

Whoa… connect the dots!

Remember the “End of Days Line” from my previous post? Here’s a recap: If you use Google Maps’ “measure distance” tool by right-clicking on the map, you can get accurate distances measured along a path across the globe (not flat disk, sorry). I showed that by starting a path on one end at Cape Infanta, South Africa and placing the other end on Days Island in Tacoma, you get a distance of 16,666 kilometers, among other things.

If you place our “sailboat constellation” over that line, you will see that it passes through two of her places on the map.


“End of Days Line” passes by Jazzbones as I mentioned in an earlier post, and also by the address on the receipt I got from buying the DVD at Jazzbones in 2007. 

Have you noticed that the “sail” line from the Shirley street house to the 12th street house runs parallel to the two (parallel) Narrows bridges? Is there a pattern emerging here? So let’s extend this line further, shall we?


Stop right there! I’ve been to this spot on Google Maps before…

So this line— beginning in Tacoma— goes to Mexico City where it intersects with another ley line from my previous post I called “The Longsword of Saint Michael” that goes to Haifa, Israel.

So, putting it all together, now: when you begin on ShirLEY (see what I did there? Or was it the Universe that put the “ley” in Shirley?) and follow the line to Mexico City, then turn and follow St. Michael’s Longsword ley line to Haifa, and then turn south to Cape Infanta, and then turn again back West to Boston and finally Tacoma; you’ll come back through the constellation and it’ll look like this:


That right triangle, though...

That’s one big bowtie.

Check out that global “bowtie”! What’s even more fascinating is in Tacoma where this path begins and ends there is a smaller bowtie.


Fractal bowties within large bowties on the map? And that orange triangle is 90 degrees! Mind blown. All from a dang receipt!

In conclusion, the universe– speaking to me through this receipt– is telling me the following things:

  • Everything is connected. Words, letters, words within words, streets, numbers, angles, shapes, lines, bowties, people, everything. Look for patterns and synchronicities.
  • This has been revealed to you because you are the Chosen One.
  • Just kidding, don’t overthink it. There are no ‘chosen ones’… I think… wait, are there? Who knows. I’m not overthinking, I’m assessing. There’s a difference. Regardless, if there is, it’s not you, loser.
  • Parallels are awesome. Look at and identify them whenever possible. They will reveal other things.
  • Opposing triangles and crisscrossing lines make bowties. Pay attention to them. Actually, pay attention to all kinds of corresponding shapes. Not just because of that Ben Gibbard song.
  • Also pay attention to symmetrical/mirrored shapes, too, because bowties usually fit into that category unless they’re lopsided like these examples above, and if so then defer back to the correspondence idea from before.
  • I said don’t overthink it!
  • Buy a sailboat for Vicci Martinez and give it to her at her next show.
  • Do not test out the sailboat first before you give it to her because you’ll want to keep it for yourself.
  • You may give her a model sailboat instead of a real one.
  • You don’t have to give her anything, actually. She should give one to you. After all, you’ve been a good supporter of her music and career. Mostly.
  • Don’t tell anyone about the other DVD. You know the one. You don’t? Neither do I. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I must be overthinking again– yes, that’s it!

Thus the receipt of the universe has spoken.

Dear “somebody”,

I hope this letter finds you well!

And hello dad! And hello to whomever else among family and friends that I have shared this little secret with regarding a certain well-known public figure whom I’ve claimed knows all about a certain personal story about me, along with the media content that I created and letters I wrote that go along with it. I guess this letter is for those imaginary friends I seem to believe aren’t just in my head. They’re actually reading this, honest! But really, I have nothing to lose, so what’s a little humiliation?

It’s getting closer to Valentine’s Day, you know. The last few months my mind has been very busy processing all the incredible layers to this revelation— the good, the not-so-good, and the not-so-pretty. In any great story there’s always conflict, but the greatest is usually from within, so best not let myself get attached to any expectations or end result, though, because it still “remains” to be seen, after all, what will come of this. I have to be honest— some mornings I have woken up wondering if I should just say nothing and forget this whole thing— again— like what I did a decade ago. It would be so much easier on my li’l heart not having to wonder what am I supposed to do next?

A year ago I revisited this story from my past in my homesick condition, contemplated what I “didn’t say” all those years ago, and how it might have affected a certain person. I missed a few things back then and over the years (and wasn’t looking to find them out, either), and I would come to feel some regret for the first time in my life after seeing her again for the first time last year since New Year’s Eve 2010.

[begin flashback scene]

I can’t forget that scene of getting to the show early, me approaching her and getting ignored, then tapping her on the shoulder as she walked away while calling her name until she finally stopped and turned around to make eye contact. Then that generic greeting and wet noodle handshake. I would congratulate her on her progress in her sobriety before she would break away, then I’d return to my bar stool in the all-ages section and realize that I underestimated the effect on her I had. She would disappear until the show started, leaving her mother confused when she arrived as to why she couldn’t find her, even asking her son-in-law where she was… I wasn’t trying to collect this information, but it would become yet another classic episode I’ve experienced a dozen times before when the things I needed to know would just manifest without effort. From a distance.

I learned something from all of this. I tricked myself back then into believing that she didn’t actually care, because why would she? Even though I saw through the veil, I let doubt dictate my inaction, so I didn’t think I needed to say the words to bring closure. I have now seen the aftermath, so this time, with you, I won’t make the same mistake.

So if you’re reading this, know that I am hoping to meet you in the middle. The only problem is that I don’t know where the middle is! I’m going to need a little help here, so feel free to drop me a line.

This concludes my, um, romantic Valentine’s Day letter to you.

And now to sign this letter with a quote from my religion:

Say: He is not to be numbered with the people of Bahá who followeth his mundane desires, or fixeth his heart on things of the earth. He is My true follower who, if he come to a valley of pure gold, will pass straight through it aloof as a cloud, and will neither turn back, nor pause. Such a man is, assuredly, of Me. From his garment the Concourse on high can inhale the fragrance of sanctity.… And if he met the fairest and most comely of women, he would not feel his heart seduced by the least shadow of desire for her beauty. Such a one, indeed, is the creation of spotless chastity. Thus instructeth you the Pen of the Ancient of Days, as bidden by your Lord, the Almighty, the All-Bountiful.

~Baha’u’llah