Saturday, December 27, 2014

Character Sketch: Dr Richard T. Briar

Author of: “Unlocking the Paranormal Mind. A study of
how the human mind’s unlocked potential”, By Dr Richard T. Briar.

Richard Briar was a
scientist, who specialized in the paranormal. His birth name was Niklaus von
Klaus

He was named after
the patron saint of Switzerland. Niklaus von Flue, also known as Brother Klaus,
who died in 1487. Brother Klaus was known as a spiritual advisor and pastor to
both rural and rich; however, was also known for heretical practices of mysticism.

Dr. Briar's mother
was a mystic from Switzerland, and his father was a German scientist during
WWI. Dr Niklaus von Klaus was a German Nazi scientist during WWII, who fled to
Switzerland, and then to the UK, after changing his name and accent. He now
operated under the alias of Dr. Richard Briar, tenured professor (retired) of
Cambridge University, and founder of the Briar Psychiatric Center, Colorado
Springs, CO. , dedicated to studying the farthest reaches and capabilities of
the human mind.

There were exactly
zero people alive who knew Dr. Briar's original identity, or the extent of his
true plans.

It would be
interesting to see just how far this rabbit hole would go…. What secrets the
unlocking the human mind would reveal. It was necessary to operate on the
fringe of the law, after all, we all know how bureaucracies hold back the
spirit of innovation!

******

Niklaus von Flue, Nicholas of Flühe or brother Klaus (* 1417
; † 21
March 1487
in Flüeli
at Sachseln
in the canton of Obwalden
) was a Swiss
hermit
, ascetic
and mystic
. He is the patron saint of Switzerland.

From
<http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

On March 21, 1487 Brother Klaus died after a hard
agony on the floor of his cell.

Niklaus von Flue
gained widely reputation as pastor
and spiritual advisor, not only for the rural population, but also as a guide
for foreign heads of state in Europe in the 15th century. So says a special
envoy of the Duchy of Milan, in a letter to Ludovico
Sforza of visits to the hermit, where he discussed political issues, and
the Duke thanked in the response for its gracious greetings. [3]

Nicholas of Flue was
also interested in a mystic in worldly things. He watched the political events
and was asked for advice on such matters.

The origins of Nazism and its relation to the occult have been a part of popular culture since
at least 1959. There are documentaries and books on the topic, including The Morning of the Magicians (1960) and The Spear of Destiny (1972). Historian Nicholas
Goodrick-Clarke analyzed the topic in The Occult Roots of Nazism in which he
argued there were links between some ideals of Ariosophy and Nazi ideology.
He also analyzed the problems of the numerous popular "occult
historiography" books written on the topic. He sought to separate empiricism and sociology from the
"Modern Mythology of Nazi Occultism" that exist in many books which
"have represented the Nazi phenomenon as the product of arcane and demonic
influence". He considered most of these to be "sensational and
under-researched".[1]

From
<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazism_and_occultism>

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Character Sketch: Dr Richard T. Briar

Author of: “Unlocking the Paranormal Mind. A study of how the human mind’s unlocked potential”, By Dr Richard T. Briar.

Richard Briar was a scientist, who specialized in the paranormal. His birth name was Niklaus von Klaus

He was named after the patron saint of Switzerland. Niklaus von Flue, also known as Brother Klaus, who died in 1487. Brother Klaus was known as a spiritual advisor and pastor to both rural and rich; however, was also known for heretical practices of mysticism.

Dr. Briar's mother was a mystic from Switzerland, and his father was a German scientist during WWI. Dr Niklaus von Klaus was a German Nazi scientist during WWII, who fled to Switzerland, and then to the UK, after changing his name and accent. He now operated under the alias of Dr. Richard Briar, tenured professor (retired) of Cambridge University, and founder of the Briar Psychiatric Center, Colorado Springs, CO. , dedicated to studying the farthest reaches and capabilities of the human mind.

There were exactly zero people alive who knew Dr. Briar's original identity, or the extent of his true plans.

It would be interesting to see just how far this rabbit hole would go…. What secrets the unlocking the human mind would reveal. It was necessary to operate on the fringe of the law, after all, we all know how bureaucracies hold back the spirit of innovation!

******

Niklaus von Flue, Nicholas of Flühe or brother Klaus (* 1417; † 21 March 1487in Flüeliat Sachselnin the canton of Obwalden) was a Swiss hermit, asceticand mystic. He is the patron saint of Switzerland.

From <http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

On March 21, 1487 Brother Klaus died after a hard agony on the floor of his cell.

From <http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

Niklaus von Flue gained widely reputation as pastorand spiritual advisor, not only for the rural population, but also as a guide for foreign heads of state in Europe in the 15th century. So says a special envoy of the Duchy of Milan, in a letter to Ludovico Sforza of visits to the hermit, where he discussed political issues, and the Duke thanked in the response for its gracious greetings. [3]

Nicholas of Flue was also interested in a mystic in worldly things. He watched the political events and was asked for advice on such matters.

From <http://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_c?depth=1&hl=en&rurl=translate.google.com&sandbox=0&sl=auto&tl=en&u=http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niklaus_von_Fl%25C3%25BCe&usg=ALkJrhg49HZRF0nkWXbl5N4OPvyGPgXZBw>

The origins of Nazism and its relation to the occult have been a part of popular culture since at least 1959. There are documentaries and books on the topic, including The Morning of the Magicians (1960) and The Spear of Destiny (1972). Historian Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke analyzed the topic in The Occult Roots of Nazism in which he argued there were links between some ideals of Ariosophy and Nazi ideology. He also analyzed the problems of the numerous popular "occult historiography" books written on the topic. He sought to separate empiricism and sociology from the "Modern Mythology of Nazi Occultism" that exist in many books which "have represented the Nazi phenomenon as the product of arcane and demonic influence". He considered most of these to be "sensational and under-researched".[1]

From <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazism_and_occultism>

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Inhabitted

There was a race of beings that were inhabited by another
creature. They were a semi symbiotic species. You could tell when one was
speaking and when the other was. Also, there was an imitator species that would
trick the people into allowing it in.

The leach promised great power but only brought a slow
decay. It was a slow decay of mind as well as body. The people didn’t see it
for what it was so the leach inhabited just about everybody. Only those who
underwent a special and sometimes painful process could be free of the leach.
The process was easy and quick, but not without Sp struggle.

Our hero finds himself in the middle of this struggle. (Is
he from this planet or a visitor from outside?)

Does he travel in space? Is he a pilot? Is he lost? Does he
have another gateway? Is he Mark?

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Inhabitted

There was a race of beings that were inhabited by another creature. They were a semi symbiotic species. You could tell when one was speaking and when the other was. Also, there was an imitator species that would trick the people into allowing it in.

The leach promised great power but only brought a slow decay. It was a slow decay of mind as well as body. The people didn’t see it for what it was so the leach inhabited just about everybody. Only those who underwent a special and sometimes painful process could be free of the leach. The process was easy and quick, but not without Sp struggle.

Our hero finds himself in the middle of this struggle. (Is he from this planet or a visitor from outside?)

Does he travel in space? Is he a pilot? Is he lost? Does he have another gateway? Is he Mark?

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Ash White Room

Bright blinding white permeated the room. A white cardboard box sat on a thin enameled snow white plastic table in a room covered in white painted steel walls. Only the black table legs gave any accent to the hyper real characteristics of this LED lit room. How he got here and why he didn’t know. Looking down he noticed the white form fitting uniform he was wearing. His deep tan the only other contrast in this other clinically pure room. A soft hiss was coming from the ceiling, but he couldn’t look up because the ceiling was lit from end to end to end with LED’s, turned on high, air conditioner maybe. He could barely see around him without squinting. Disorientation started to settle down after the first few moments awake and he found his bearings. Training kicked in.
His thoughts moved to business, take stock. “Name/Rank: Captain Therun Ashmun.”, he said out loud, more to himself than anyone else. No response. Taking inventory of his body, every part was accounted for, legs, arms, toes, fingers, the scar on his neck under his right ear. No pains, other than the usual. He sat down on his knees monk style and closed his eyes and took deep breaths.
Capt Therun “Ash” Ashmun tried to recall his last memory before finding himself in this room void of any obvious doors, windows, or openings of any kind, not even a seem was apparent as he circled the room with his eyes. The thoughts came like rapid fire. He didn’t bother feeling about because he was obviously handled before arriving here and obviously must be under surveillance this very moment. No way to defend against attack without knowing where the openings are, but there would be no use because if he were going to be killed he would be in some danky prison cell not this white washed room in some overly tailored biking suit. Still, better to be defensive and keep himself against a wall ready to react.
“Bring it in Ash, bring yourself together… all this white is a bit disorienting. What was the last thing you recall?” He had been on Sriklan Island a survival training facility. He had just dropped in from 15,000 feet in air-camo nearly a new suit-shoot being developed, nearly invisible from the ground and air. He landed without a hitch, taking out three guards, high tech motion sensored mannequins, from the air. Working through the forest to the hacienda he had retaken the residence and recovered the “stolen” technology and send it back up on a UAV that had landed after he signaled. Routine training mission. Next time they’d use people and fake bullets but this time real bullets and fake people provided real time use of the weapon. The fake bullets never quite felt right. One man recovery missions were a great way to have peace. He swam off island to a nearby island and was waiting for his evac. He was perched in a tall tree, hidden by branches on the tallest point of the island. There was a flash of light around him and He… that’s it, there was no other memory. He woke up here.
The box on the table was the only thing in the room with him, besides the table itself, which seems to be built into the floor. He approached the table cautiously. Eyes had adjusted some to the light, but there was still not much to see. The legs and table appeared to be built of high strength alloy. No hopes of breaking it. He pushed at the box, but it too appeared to be a part of the table. It didn’t budge. Other than being attached it seemed like any other white shipping box, sealed in white duct tape end to end.
The table was cool to the touch, not cold, but cool, like everything else in this room, floor, walls, etc. Ash pealed at the tape slowly, ready to react to it’s contents. This box was obviously here for him, it was the only thing in the room, and no-one had reacted to his being awake. Laying the tape aside he opened the lid and found a pair of ear buds and an iPhone, each neatly wrapped in their own plastic bag. He opened the first bag and turned on the phone. It booted silently…

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Ash White Room

Bright blinding white permeated the room. A white cardboard box sat on a thin enameled snow white plastic table in a room covered in white painted steel walls. Only the black table legs gave any accent to the hyper real characteristics of this LED lit room. How he got here and why he didn’t know. Looking down he noticed the white form fitting uniform he was wearing. His deep tan the only other contrast in this other clinically pure room. A soft hiss was coming from the ceiling, but he couldn’t look up because the ceiling was lit from end to end to end with LED’s, turned on high, air conditioner maybe. He could barely see around him without squinting. Disorientation started to settle down after the first few moments awake and he found his bearings. Training kicked in. His thoughts moved to business, take stock. “Name/Rank: Captain Therun Ashmun.”, he said out loud, more to himself than anyone else. No response. Taking inventory of his body, every part was accounted for, legs, arms, toes, fingers, the scar on his neck under his right ear. No pains, other than the usual. He sat down on his knees monk style and closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Capt Therun “Ash” Ashmun tried to recall his last memory before finding himself in this room void of any obvious doors, windows, or openings of any kind, not even a seem was apparent as he circled the room with his eyes. The thoughts came like rapid fire. He didn’t bother feeling about because he was obviously handled before arriving here and obviously must be under surveillance this very moment. No way to defend against attack without knowing where the openings are, but there would be no use because if he were going to be killed he would be in some danky prison cell not this white washed room in some overly tailored biking suit. Still, better to be defensive and keep himself against a wall ready to react. “Bring it in Ash, bring yourself together… all this white is a bit disorienting. What was the last thing you recall?” He had been on Sriklan Island a survival training facility. He had just dropped in from 15,000 feet in air-camo nearly a new suit-shoot being developed, nearly invisible from the ground and air. He landed without a hitch, taking out three guards, high tech motion sensored mannequins, from the air. Working through the forest to the hacienda he had retaken the residence and recovered the “stolen” technology and send it back up on a UAV that had landed after he signaled. Routine training mission. Next time they’d use people and fake bullets but this time real bullets and fake people provided real time use of the weapon. The fake bullets never quite felt right. One man recovery missions were a great way to have peace. He swam off island to a nearby island and was waiting for his evac. He was perched in a tall tree, hidden by branches on the tallest point of the island. There was a flash of light around him and He… that’s it, there was no other memory. He woke up here. The box on the table was the only thing in the room with him, besides the table itself, which seems to be built into the floor. He approached the table cautiously. Eyes had adjusted some to the light, but there was still not much to see. The legs and table appeared to be built of high strength alloy. No hopes of breaking it. He pushed at the box, but it too appeared to be a part of the table. It didn’t budge. Other than being attached it seemed like any other white shipping box, sealed in white duct tape end to end. The table was cool to the touch, not cold, but cool, like everything else in this room, floor, walls, etc. Ash pealed at the tape slowly, ready to react to it’s contents. This box was obviously here for him, it was the only thing in the room, and no-one had reacted to his being awake. Laying the tape aside he opened the lid and found a pair of ear buds and an iPhone, each neatly wrapped in their own plastic bag. He opened the first bag and turned on the phone. It booted silently…

Written December 27, 2014 by Darrell G Wolfe

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Topic: No More Facebook... for 28 days or more?

I Deactivated Facebook... for 28 days.

I'm not sure why yet.

I wasn't using it much, and when I did I found it distracting, in a non-productive way. I left Twitter up for now, and Google+ is so pervasive that I'd have to delete ALL my Google activity/accounts in order to walk away from it.

Deactivating is not the same as Deleting, that would be permanent. I set Facebook to auto-reactivate in 28 days. I want to run this as an experiment. Can I make it 28 days without Facebook? I think so. I may come back. I'm not sure yet.

What could I accomplish in the next 28 days? Write a new book? Publish some new posts? Work overtime at my job? I don't know. I'd like this to be more purposeful.

28 days from Dec 27, 2014
Want to figure out the date that is exactly twenty-eight days from Dec 27, 2014 without counting?
Your starting date is December 27, 2014 so that means that 28 days later would be January 24, 2015.
You can check this by using the date difference calculator to measure the number of days from Dec 27, 2014 to Jan 24, 2015.

January 24, 2015

What would I like to accomplish by January 24, 2015? I'd like to write one page/post or more on my AuthorFun Fiction blog, every day, all 28 days. That starts today... so I guess I'd better cross today off my list? I'm going to focus on my White Noise tag, but I may do others.

You can see if I keep up with that HERE.

In other words... will I #BeStillBeLed?

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And now I leave you with a question:

What do you think about this idea, would you take 28 days off of Facebook to do something productive with your time?

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