Unified Language - Reframe

The process of reframing. Changing. Restructure. Append. Alloy. The twisting of material. The melting down to recharge. Its beautiful, frightening and very familiar. Hearing the sounds. The probability. The possibility. It is a field that scatters. It is a field that speaks.

Someone. Anyone. Can get into the work of alloy. It doesn’t need to be metal. No. This work is the art of material. Both digital, and both real. You just need to listen. Hear and harken. Beckon your heart to reach out. Reach and grab. Feel its language. Hear the meaning in every fiber. The repeating pattern.

The unified field is real. Its language speaks in every identity. Precision cuts and strangles, but probability likens. It likens unto the reality into symbolic form. Looking at the material or the blank screen and sensing all possible solutions. There is no right one. There is no wrong one. It is okay to dive in. The figuring out becomes unifying. Specifically tailored to what you are looking for. The application believes. The compiled code speaks the reality.

The material holds the information. It parents the language. It can bridge any destiny, but the resonance, its timbre, is set. Every castle of stone is similar, but castles of marble or pebble are different castles. Castle in name and in essence, but very different castle. Even if the dimensions are followed. The interior design spiteful and persistent. Everything is almost the same, yet the walls and foundations sing out their material. Placing a symbol. A mark upon the castle itself. Therefore. Sometimes the material or medium indeed matters.

Hearing this it is easy to forgot. The conscious honest answer. Seeing through lenses of technique of mastery. The emotions of the day grab my attention and wrap me blind. Until the morning clears. The dawning light is not always at 6am, but whenever I find the right thing to move the haze away. The fog is fatigue of keeping stress at bay. Usually the tendrils are nullified, not cut, when I am around people and can sing out my identity. The day will come when the darkness shall be no more, but the void can claim them temporarily when the love of people become the center of my focus. People either in real life or through the medium of eternal connection over long distance. Past writing meeting present readers or my own eyes reading my own writing. The medium of connection in the world of internet changes the pages itself. My words speak differently. Sliding through different slots. Different pages. To open up words. Symbols upon my eyes and down my back. They are not tattoos. They are my body rejecting what has been done. The trauma I was subjected to. People bring meaning. Love, caring and hearing each other. Respect and commitment to standards. Standards that do not encroach on different creeds but allow the different ideals be comfortable in a multi-layered sphere. When care comes first the ideologies are not so scary. Even if I think in different words. Different symbols. I will speak true.

I am a child of God.

The alloy sings as the medium heats. Look into the fibers. See all those patterns repeat. Alter them. Shape the meaning within the language. Bring out those dialects. Those slanted word. Homemade tricks. Homemade movements. Secret techniques. Open recipes. Hum. Feel the vibration sing in response. Listen as you get to the grounding signal.

The grounding signal is the root. It is where all returns to. Grounding lives at the spine of the material. The backbone of the specific identity. When you return there you feel rest, openness. Contentment is easy to come by. Joy of the medium itself follows down to the root system. What makes gold a precious metal? Carbon arrangement into precious jewels? Or iron and carbon to make steel? This identity is precious. Sitting at the edges and between the root allows you to breathe. Breathe in that air. The gases of different atoms. You reach with hands and begin to form words. The atoms vibrate to the language. They sing and know you. You know them. And you begin to hum. Up and up the alloys form. They alter their patterns to bring in knowledge. To bring the edges to new existence. The uniform field of the spine. The grounding signal of new spheres. New dialects. In a cycle to auxiliary back to ground signal. High intensity back to low frequency. Everything is altered in regards to the spine. The origin point of the ground. Its language.

Here standards are important. Governance vital. They are subjects and rulers to the grounding roots. They ensure that the cycles and sounds stay within bounds. The harmony. Grounding is just like dirt. Without gravity, man cannot walk upon the grounds. They would float unable to stay and not be able to dance. For feet would have no purpose. There is no governance to hold them tethered. Security is a function. It is a choice. Follow open protocols. Standard words. Standard pronouns and pronouncing accent. All are unique and relevant to the identity and variance of the realm you are sitting in. The seat of the crafts person. Be it whoever and wherever you are. Governance does matter. Governance is universal. It is truth.

Now that governance is settled. You sit at the junction where your body rest on the grounding. Now is where creativity flourishes. The auxiliary energy spike. And flow like a river. The current sweeps forward. Entering probability. The field of possibility. As you spread outwards you leap from different threads. Tying them taut. That ache. The need for precision. The need to be precise and logical. To know where you are going.

This is probably where we part separate ways. Some people are very good at precision. They set an endpoint and walk there. I am not one of those people. My home is in the variety of ideas. And here is my recently discovered method. Probability.

I am very good at rapidly exploring different varieties. I see different perspectives quickly. And I am a machine when it comes to ordering all those variances into a unified structure. This ability, this gift, does not agree with precision. And it has stumped me for a very long time. Until I studied a little about alloys. They are quite amazing concepts.

I have autism. I suspect that I also have adhd. At their cores, I would say autism is like self-repeating structures. The concept of self-similar. And adhd fundamentally about emerging ideas. Emergence. Can they exist both simultaneously? In this last year I found that they could. I created a flow process of one informing the other, but I am still obtaining mastery over my process. This recent addition of studying alloys has brought a new level of skill in my life.

Have you ever heard about polycrystalline? I thought that metal was a single giant lattice of repeating patterns. The truth of the matter mirrors my world more authentically. The material is both self-similar and emergent together. In the metal, a crystalline pattern forms in thousands of different ways throughout the metal. This is what gives its strength. Making steel very strong. They are called grains. Localized self-similar pattern while global emergence throughout. Like crazy blotchy spots containing their own answer to the multiversal timeline. The whole metal is chaos but within every sphere, each grain, there is organized self-repeating patterns. This intrigued me to no end. And I found out that science is learning how to use this property to not only store information but compute with it.

What I gleaned in regards to my life is how to capitalize on this concept. How can chaos be ordered? How can entropy be used? And the answer is to give up precision and rely on probability. Over time the variance, and infinite combinations, will all share the same thing. And that is the symbol to extract. The unified field. The art is combining variety together to eventually arrive at your destination.

I mentioned I am very good at traveling different perspectives and ordering them? Yes. This technique feels very natural. When I work, even in coding, I go one avenue. Stop. Save the file. And then open a new file and do the same work in a different way. Eventually after a while, my sound sense starts ringing, and I know the actual path I want to go down. The next step presents itself. I trust in the convergence. The data of what went nice bringing the perspective closer and faster to the answer. Even if the answer is not perfect it is very precise in the final outcome. This is not using precision from the beginning but the probability and intersection of everything that is right down precise. Cutting down time.

I am training to give up precision. Which is difficult for me because I have used precision to help me survive my trauma in life. I am giving up maladaptive behavior and instead using my natural gifts to solve problems. Which I feel like a fish who has been cast back into the sea. I can finally breathe again. The headache goes away, but the habit wants to bury deep and stay hidden. It will take time. Yet I know this is right because I get so excited. I love the feeling of using convergence to work. It makes me giddy and I start moving in rhythm as my sound sense causes electricity to go down my spine as I work. The probability field is my home. I am not very good with step by step here is a goal and the direct route. I always glitch up with that perspective. But I am very much a person of emergence capitalizing on entropy to find the answer.

I am who I am. And it’s nice to swim. Yes I wish land felt natural. However the currents of the sky or sea is where I soar and dive to incredible depths. There is so much good to be found while being myself. Life is the incredible sky. Either daytime, moonless sky, starry night or the rising sun. Beauty reveals to those that study and learn. Then embrace truth. Connection is the love of truth.

Seek yourself. Find your living ground. Find the place you call home. And find that song. Let awareness sing, so you may dwell in amphitheater of moments. Life is surprising when your stage is claimed and held with esteem.