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I got excited. Haven't felt safe enough to talk openly about my little project in a few years. Now I do.
That is good, but why you didn't felt confident?
Oh, man....it's a long, long, long story....
I am about ready to start working on my book again. Last time I outlined it I lost the notebook. Threw away the first draft. Then went back to thinking it all sounded too farfetched. Except it's true. So maybe, one of these days, I will write it again.
These high school seniors cooked up an idea on how to make the world a better place...and it was highly effective...remarkably so....
It started out with being friends at the very deepest, most real levels, and reaching out that level of friendship to stretch around the planet in a living web... Since finances run so many organizations into the ditch, we didn't want them, but some token of commitment was necessary. As students, we all understood the value of IQ points and the close correlation between IQ points and percentage points on aptitude tests, which they kept saying were not IQ tests but had remarkably similar scores.... Then there was the saying of "putting in 'your 2 cents worth'" and knowing 2 cetns is 2% of $1, since the dollar is usually how people learn percentages. And the biblical story of the widow who had only two cents. And everyone has IQ points.
You pledged 2 IQ points to the pool, to be available to anyone in the pool at need, at any need, and only at need, and never more than 2 IQ points. Anyone could do that. It was a knowable measure, a highly useful paradigm.
WTF, it worked!
My friends in college used to say I would go far, because I always had a logical explanation, and I would laugh with them. But...you see...they meant it. I personally recruited at least 2000 people, from all over the world. I didn't travel, but I was active in International Students' Association, as well as a number of other groups. I did much of my organizing under the influence of alcohol, and I was always a blackout drinker. I didn't change personalities, except that I had permission to be wholly myself and to have fun. But, oh, I would feel guilty the next day. There was a small matter of social conditioning, and I felt ashamed. But it was totally useful.
I was the contact person for the group, and I threw away my addressbook when I'd been sober for a while, trying to be sane by normal standards. Total loss, but I kept trying for a good while. Had to be reminded much to regain my senses about the real nature of the world.
Am a Dreamer. Have had it verified that I was physically present elsewhere when asleep at home. By people who met me only during those times. Finally entertained the idea when I was on the other end of it. Saw a cousin walking down the street - 20 pounds lighter than in real life. But that was his Dreambody. We manifest phsyically. Very strong medicine.
Anyhow....I just happened to pick up an extremely high level security clearance along the way by teaching myself a programming language from printouts and then correcting the code....that's called decryption. I met one person who really understood, an Apache ex-drill instructor with a decryption rating and a security clearnance to match mine. They don't stop keeping tabs on anyone who rates that high. So when they told us in training at San Quentin that all phone calls were monitored, I took it in stride, while the other teachers promptly forgot it.. Sorry, the story is long and involved, and will probably turn into a book. My students said people would believe it Idk why....but it's true. There's an alternative to the internet. I LIKE the internet. BUT. They can't censor the alternate path, it's wetware....
Certifiable. Yup. But that sucker works! I had to be convinced, too.
And I just got my safety.
Oh, my.