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that was remotely similar. It was all coming in, and I took it and didn’t respond. I finally cut it off, would go into it no further. I wasn’t much of a loosh producer. Too many other color chord patterns and melodies. Except for now. I knew some strong emissions in a few points were coming out of me. Did it take that long! (You understand waveforms. All come from the same baseline, the colors and the white. The difference is frequency and amplitude.) I knew what THEY were doing, and I appreciated it. My focus was being diverted from what I thought was unpleasant back into an abstract yet trunk-and-roots position. Using the same stuff— interactive experience—one began to learn to express anger, pain, fear, and all the rest, and finally—hopefully, if you passed the course —a special energy waveform labeled love. Yet we don’t really know what it is and, with my suspicion growing, how to really use it. (A carefully designed school of compressed learning.) To learn to be high-quality loosh/love producers. The fact that human physical consciousness was for the most part totally unaware of being involved in the process may be an important ingredient itself. Precious few are cognizant of the nonphysical agenda, at least overtly. It was getting pretty heavy for my cognizance. Yet I began to get a very faint percept, elusive but it was there. What would happen if the Guernsey cow did discover that her milk had value? What could she herself do with it if she didn’t have a calf to feed it to? Could she save it? Could she spend it on more hay or protein-vitamin blocks to lick? What if she then discovered man was taking the milk she produced? Rebel, refuse to deliver any more milk? Then she would no longer have a pasture in which to graze, protection from wild dogs, a bull when she needed it, and most of all, no barn to go to where she could get relief from the pain. Without a sense of serial time, she forgets that the pain eases eventually. Perhaps even knowing, she wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t want to mess up a good thing. Therefore: Who cares? Who would care! (To use your term, you can’t beat the machine.) The percept was still there, faint, still to be explained or satisfied. What about those who do beat the machine? There always have to be