Ripples in Time, A.I. Godfather, Engineering Jesus

By Jeff Walter Haugen

From the age of seven to about twelve I suffered from epileptic seizures. I took medicine for years and years, then one day, I just noticed it had gone away, seemingly on its own. I highly doubt the medicine I was on had any effect upon my condition. Upon reading through some passages, I discovered around that age the brain naturally goes through a reorganization process in which it reinforces the parts we regularly use and removes the ones we don’t to improve efficiency. I have no idea what garbage they were feeding me, but now in my later years, I have learned that cannabis could have spared me from the needless suffering.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984566997

Jeff Walter Haugen

Having survived rare odds as a child and come out on top, the seed of an idea had been planted, that one way or another I would do something great with this life for the good of the world. Devoted to preventing global conflicts for energy I studied Electrical Engineering for four years, to have lost all my ambition learning of others like Nikola Tesla who had come before and were stopped by higher powers. Taking a different path for several years and devoting to love, philosophy, meditation, and studying human development and the innerworkings of the human brain from various authors, lead me to merge the two worlds of study and give birth to a new way of perceiving ourselves, and incidentally, opening the doorway to the advancement of A.I. See the world through the eyes of an Engineer turned mystic and take a look across time and space in a way you've never imagined.

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CONTENTS

Foreword

Chapter 1 Capitalism and The Two Party System

Chapter 2 Metropolitan

Chapter 3 Development

Chapter 4 Metaphysics

Chapter 5 Perceptions

Chapter 6 Celestial Beings

Chapter 7 Time Travel & The Return of The Gemini

Chapter 8 World Peace

Chapter 9 Signs From Heaven

Chapter 10 Transcendental Thought

Bibliography

Foreword

The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.

~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca ~

I honestly have had mixed feelings about writing a book, I joked around about it in college, I’ve toyed with the notion for years, starting, stopping, revising. The environmentalist and optimist within me believed I could fulfill my deepest desires just because I was pure in heart, that my voice would be heard and people would come looking to hear what I’ve been dying to convey. Life has molded me into a spiritual warrior from an early age, rhetoric, philosophy, ingenuity, honesty, clarity, truth have all been burning mysteries within me, why are we here, right here given all we know about life, why are we wasting our time doing this? I’ve had a gift for duality throughout my life, being a Gemini, allowing me to see others’ perspectives and empathize on many levels. Having been brought up into a broken home exposed me to the realities of our day, and the errors of our world. I’ve known of my extended family, but met very few of them over the years, my grandparents passed away in distant lands in my childhood years, but their stories have inspired me to do great things in this life.

My great grandfather on my dad’s side was a tree farmer and a conservationist, my father helped him as a child on his tree farm, a habit which he carried on into my childhood as well. My grandfather was a mechanical engineer, he designed one of the very first fully functional automated facilities with conveyer belts, he we a great genius, but always sold his designs and had to struggle for new ideas to support his family and help aid close friends. His efforts seem to counteract his father’s conservational efforts and fuel the surge of the industrial movement reeking havoc on the Earth. At some point my father was sent to military school, and entered the air force as a mechanic when he grew older. Later he set out to be his own man. He wanted to succeed, so he followed many salesman’s’ pitches to take advantage of any opportunity in life. After multiple attempts in various fields, he decided to create a small neighborhood nestled between some creeks alongside a park. He looked to the future the best he could given his level of awareness, to protect his investment from future highway projects, and had to compromise on elevation with respect to the flood plane.

My father built a building based on floor plans drawn up by my grandfather, he transferred it over to me after the city had repossessed it for back taxes, and it took about thirteen years to payoff. I had used my nine years of experience as an electrician to replace all the old breaker panels, wiring, and other components over the years. Refurbished the roof and built a new one with the advice of an old contractor, to keep an even slope we ran a string line. Well after renovating nearly the entire facility finally, everything I worked for was taken away in hurricane Harvey. Although I pay my property taxes religiously, without being current on income taxes I was denied aid like many other struggling Americans. I channeled the money from the sale of this building into writing this book, which was a far more difficult process than I had imagined costing nearly an arm and a leg. Others had offered to buy me out to put a gas station there in the past, and I felt like they were just going out of their way to put chemicals in the flood plane. Directly across from my old office is a local park and walking track, I wouldn’t want my kids breathing in gas fumes, or more oil and gas in the water for the people downstream.

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My grandfather on my mother’s side was an ambassador for Greece, when she was born, he could read and write several languages. Originally her family had come from Egypt, but migrated like so many others during WWII. Her mother had many children, more than they could raise, some were said to be stillborn, but my mom suspects they could have been sold. She and a handful of brothers and sisters came to America after growing up on the islands of Greece. She started a life on the east coast after graduating from high school, but it fell apart. She moved to Texas around the same time as my dad did too, and they both found what they were seeking.

I grew up in what one may call the Country Ghetto, cow and horse pastures on one side of the road, cramped neighborhood on the other, then woods all around. The streets were rough, the woods full of hidden dangers, but times were simple then, everyone was very naïve and blissful to the nature of our world. One day, playing with a group of kids my own age, I got hit by a car while riding my bike. The older kids, including my brother, were cool, but they didn’t want little old me around, and I always ended up getting bullied anyways so I began thinking outside the box and going new places. Fortunately, I didn’t break a single bone in my body. The vehicle left about sixty feet of skid marks, my bike’s rear tire was folded in like a crescent moon, and I was lying beside it on the other side of the road in a ditch. I stood up, felt dizzy, leaned over and blood was dripping from my forehead, then I noticed my elbows and knees were all scrapped up and bloody, but I felt no pain at all. For a long time I was puzzled over that freak accident and my walking away, but now I believe it was the years I spent busting my butt digging ditches, chopping down trees, and wheel barrowing mud, that gave my bones the needed resilience to withstand the hell I went through. Also kid’s bones are said to be more flexible than an adults, but all in all, it was still a blessing that I walked away, (the driver’s quick maneuvering probably saved my life as well and in turn he had to stress for years about an instant in time). My childhood mind accepted there was a higher calling for me after that point, maybe unnecessary suffering can be prevented.

The mind is everything. What you think you become.

~ Gautama Buddha ~

From the age of seven to about twelve I suffered from epileptic seizures. I took medicine for years and years, then one day I just noticed it had gone away, seemingly on its own. I highly doubt the medicine I was on had any effect upon my condition. Upon reading through some passages I discovered around that age the brain naturally goes through a reorganization process in which it reinforces the parts we regularly use, and the ones we don’t go dormant, to improve efficiency. I have no idea what garbage they were feeding me, but now in my later years, I have learned that Cannabis could have spared me from the needless suffering. That I had to endure a crippling mental disorder, so the government could lock up minorities and war protesters. Epileptic seizures are caused from an excess of connections between the left and right hemispheres. Many of children for many of generations were given another treatment, an exorcism, where they starved a person in hopes of driving out a demon, many died malnourished and in shekels.

After having survived being hit by a car, my first desire was to become a doctor and help people, however my hands always had a tendency to shake so that didn’t seem like a good idea. So later in my high school years 9/11 happened, and in my mind it all seemed to circulate around the oil companies and military destroying ecosystems, so I decided to go to college for electrical engineering to help find ways to heal the planet and our divided world. About three and a half years into my degree, a history teacher bursts my bubble, informing me of all the great minds across time who had already gone down my path, and found great opposition from the corporations already established. Nikola Tesla, one of the greatest minds of the twentieth century, had been whitewashed from my education, not even the Electrical Engineering professors knew his name (or they did and would not speak it). Everything we have electronically is thanks to his contributions to humanity, to his observations, his breakthroughs, yet they give him no credit for his efforts.

I left college with still another year or so to go, never to finish, but to walk a different path. I felt as if I was up against an immovable object, and no amount of physical or intellectual might could change it from where I stood. Fortunately some good had entered into my world while I was working away at college, in my down time at the computer lab I was searching for some free games online, to instead have been sent to a very artistic and creative blog of sorts, embedded with deep philosophical teachings that were considered taboo to my Christian upbringing. I found it so deviant at first, the acceptance of another’s world view, part of me irrationally feared for my soul, part of me felt liberated and at peace. Their teachings lacked the oppressive nature embedded within Christianity, they were very clear and pure of heart, devoid of ego. For a long time peering into this world of blasphemy felt like a fetish, a perversion that I had to keep to myself for fear of being rejected by my group of peers. Then one day I realized the only thing that matters is if there is peace in my heart, that maybe Jesus really meant it when he said not to swear an oath. To let your yes be yes, and your no be no.

One thing I am constantly at odds with is my / other’s attachments to the past, my family and friends have a naïve sense of the things I do, and regularly disrupt my personal growth and evolution to balance out their irrational lives. This system gives us just enough freedom to impose our will upon others for brief periods of time, and then we go back into our isolated social roles. Many see me without a normal job and assume I sit on my but all the time doing nothing, without taking to notice the superb shape of my yard and the rest of the street that I go out of my way to mow for others and myself to enjoy. They don’t notice the fruit trees that I grew from seeds and delicately nurtured to their current heights. They don’t see the love, freedom, and intelligence in the hearts and souls of my cats, dogs, and chickens that enjoy a life that could only be sustained through freedom, true care and connection. They don’t see the books I read, the people I speak to, or feel the things I feel, in spite of my constant sharing of information. They’ve found their talents in this world, and praise their way of life above all else, then find themselves cut off from reality when they get off the clock, expecting me to fill in the missing pieces. Expecting me to leave my garden to wither up and die in the heat, my chickens to be left unfed, and my dogs to go unloved. Above all else, the sporadic requests leave me disoriented and confused, lost in my work and my goal to share my insights with the world. In my heart nothing could be more meaningful to me than following this path, while in their minds I appear to have a life of no value, this causes me great pain. Each time I give in, their ignorance grows and my strength and wisdom fades away. There is a balance between worlds.

Take only what you need and leave the land as you found it.

~ Native American Proverb ~

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"Your eyes are fixed only on the social organization of humanity. You see nothing but the springs of the machine and not the sublime workman who makes it function. You recognize around you only those whose positions have been assigned to them by some ministry or king; you are unable to see those men whom God has placed above kings and ministers by giving them a mission to fulfill, rather than a position to occupy."

-Alexander Dumas, ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’

Capitalism and The Two Party System

Chapter 1

When I was poor and I complained about inequality they said I was bitter, now that I’m rich and I complain about inequality they say I’m a hypocrite. I’m starting to think they just don’t want to talk about inequality.

-Russell Brand-

Ever heard of the term "Occam’s razor?" It’s what drives me, the simplest solution, the most likely answer, the one thing that just makes the most sense given the information presented. Hold a magnet to a piece of metal, it pulls it in. One could call it magic, we call it magnetism. If you didn’t understand science and magnetism, what would you think of it? Ignoring it happened isn’t a choice, you want to know, you have to know, how, why. So, Occam’s razor, you call it magnetism and leave it at that, a singular phenomenon limited to these types of objects. However, everything is made up of the same stuff, fundamentally, just in different configurations, creating what we perceive as densities and resulting in different physical characteristics. Since everything is fundamentally the same stuff, then everything in nature should on some level operate by the same fundamental nature. Two objects of resonate shape or frequency, that harmonize with one another, will affect one another and create some form of cycle. Like a glass and water, always drawn to each other by our thoughts and actions. Themselves, no, they have no physical or energetic attraction to one another, but we breathe life into these two things and create magnetism through our perceptions.

America is indeed a land of great opportunity, a world ripe for the taking, for those with the cunning and ambition to see their dreams fulfilled. However the road to hell is paved in good intentions, in spite of being bathed in material wealth and riches, many privileged children are going to extremes. At the same time, our most vulnerable children are fighting to survive in a world where they feel they don’t belong, seeking any escape from their lives of misery. How did this world get so divided, why can’t we live in peace? Statistics and racial profiling are limiting the depth of our arguments and perception of reality, glazing over events and hiding the complexity, and the absurdity, of our modern world. In the Chinese language, "danger and opportunity" have the same symbol, in America, we find both.

Statistics are like a bikini. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.

-Aaron Levenstein-

In our system we have primarily two parties, the Left wing and Right, one a voice for the little guy, one a voice for big business, one concerned with your freedom, the other your protection, but all they seem to do is waste taxpayer money arguing over what is right and wrong. On one hand you have a voice of logic and reason, defending strength, and regulating freedoms, on the other a voice of philosophy, compassion, defending creative freedom, and regulating environmental extortion. The Right and Left wings seek to make both sides happy, while failing to discuss the middlemen hoarding our Nation’s profits for themselves, at the expense of future generations. Yes we’ve been supplied medical insurance, but they refuse to reduce the price of drugs, or legalize a reasonable alternative such as natural cannabis. Instead they fast tracked the production of experimental medications, essentially creating a backdoor control population for unknown substances. Rather than protect our health, they have turned this nation into one big laboratory. Further widening the gap between medicinal marijuana and future patients, is the stipulation that you can’t have guns, indirectly targeting the majority of right wing voters. Rather than protect nature, our parks and reserves are only harnessing it for profit, while it’s systematically being destroyed all around us, through our every interaction in modern society.

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.

~ Buddha ~

The natural distribution of our society is regulated by the implied settings of our two party system, keeping our nation divided, polarized so to speak as if we come from opposing worlds. The mental division creates hypothetical norms that people believe in, then bring to fruition, sometimes lashing out at total strangers in anger, in