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unwelcome-ozian · 1 year

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I read that in Asia the experiments did not have the same name like MK ultra, what would be the name in Russia? Would it be different? Also, do you know any programming called the hall of flowers and bunny programming?

Asia is a continent, so I need a country to provide an answer.

No, it wouldn’t be called MK-ULTRA in other countries. That was the American program. I don’t have the name for the Russian program.

Prior to the early 1960s there was virtually no research being conducted in the Soviet Union on implantation of recording or stimulating electrodes in the subcortical regions of the human brain. This hesitancy was in part possibly the result of an aversion to the type of medical experiments performed by the Nazis during WWII. Nevertheless, in 1951. The Soviets openly stated that one aim of their physiological research programs was to develop the ability to damage, repair, and control the central nervous system at will. During the late 1950s and early 1960s the nature of Soviet scientific research changed rapidly.

Soviet withdrawal from the rigidly Pavlovian-bound research philosophy led to a revitalised interest in the biophysics of behaviour, particularly with regard to the bioelectrical features of subcortical areas of the brain.

Bekhtereva reported in 1966 at a meeting of French and Soviet scientists that there were 200 human subjects at her Institute with deep implanted electrodes participating in experiments on stimulation control of human behaviour, memory and encephalographic measurement. Her basic premise was that the experimentation was necessary for the study of illnesses. When questioned on the number of subjects by a US scientist who suggested that she meant 20 rather than 200, she reportedly emphasised that the figure was in excess of two hundred. When questioned again in 1968, at an International Symposium on the Central Nervous System, Bekhtereva would only reply that the subjects were all Parkinsonian or epileptic patients and that the number was in excess of 100. However, a distinguished Western scientist reported that in an informal discussion, Bekhtereva indicated that not all her subjects were physically ill or otherwise impaired. In the opinion of a US neurophysiologist, if Bekhtereva poses a requirement to the chairman of the Soviet Academy of Medicine, the Academy could arbitrarily transfer the required number of patients to her for research purposes. if in fact Bekhtereva has experimented with normal human subjects, it is highly improbable that these subjects were volunteers.

Dr. Natalya Zavalova, a Soviet psychologist is reportedly in charge of psychological testing and training for flight personnel in the Soviet Air Force. At an International Symposium devoted to research on the Central Nervous System in the US in February 1968, Dr. Zavalova reported that she had implanted electrodes in the brains of jet pilots. Actually, Zavalova's experiment was divided into two parts. The purpose of the first phase of her experiment was to examine the capability of aircraft pilots to make decisions under stress. These pilots were placed in either aircraft or simulators with a second pilot who had been directed to manoeuvre the aircraft into dangerous flight attitudes. The procedures the subject pilots were asked to perform to correct the "emergency" were not pre- announced and the "stress" situation in which they found themselves was reportedly life threatening. Assessments of their reaction times during response to the emergency were recorded. The second phase of the experiment was devoted to examining the impact of electrical brain stimulation on the capability of aircraft pilots to make decisions under stress. The exact same procedures were followed, however, this time when the plane was manoeuvred into dangerous flight altitudes, the electrodes in the pilots brains were simultaneously stimulated. Zavalova claimed that fear was controlled in the pilots when the electrodes were stimulated and that this control was indicated when pilot performance of emergency procedure checks was reduced from 30 to 5 seconds. Zavalova indicated that this experiment was undertaken to aid in the development of reliable methods for differentiating performance capabilities of pilots.

Institute of Experimental Medicine which does the ESB data analysis has its own computer. Soviet scientists performing stimulation research have observed both simple and complex changes in mental activity during these experiments. Some of these changes include fluctuations in waking states, simple visual and auditory hallucination, diverse psychosensory disturbances and "body scheme" disorders, changes in memory, mood fluctuations, and development of attraction to repeated electrical stimulation inducing pleasant emotions. In general, electrical stimulation of the brain can produce a large variety of responses, from motor effects to emotional reactions. Some of these observations have raised questions among scientists regarding whether humans can be manipulated in such a manner that they can be transformed (in the words of one Soviet scientist), into "robots." This fear has been perpetuated by the fact that the Soviets appear to have more of an opportunity to experiment with normal human subjects rather than any hard and fast statistics on their actual capability to control human behaviour through application of electrical brain stimulation.

Some Aspects of Parapsychological Research in-the Former Soviet Union Edwin C. May, Ph.D., Larissa Vilenskaya Cognitive Sciences Laboratory Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC) Menlo Park, California Abstract This paper provides an in-depth discussion of research of anomalous mental phenomena (AMP) in the former Soviet Union. The authors spent approximately two months in Russia in 1992 and 1993, and interacted with researchers in Moscow and Novosibirsk. The authors primarily discuss experiments in anomalous perturbation (often referred to as psychokinesis--PK and bio-PK) which have been the main focus of anomalous mental phenomena (AMP) research programs in the Soviet Union. In particular, the authors discuss methodologies and results of experimental attempts by human operators to affect the following inanimate and animate target systems: (1) microcalorimeters, (2) electric noise generators, (3) cellular cultures, (4) plant seeds, (5) plant biopotentials, (6) frequency of impulses emitted by an electricity-generating fish, (7) eating behaviour of mice, (8) person's reaction time, and (9) parameters of human EEG.

Bunnies and rabbits are used in programming. They tend to be used with Beta programming.

#answers to questions #Russia #Soviet Union #Asia #Mkultra #TBMC

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reality-detective · 1 year

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The brain generates electric signals, and if I put EEG wires on your head, you can see the brain activity printing out. There is another device called a Magneto Encephalograph, where the probe doesn’t touch the head. That device reads your brain activity with a probe outside of your head. You might say, “Wait! Then my thoughts are not contained in my head?” and I’d say, “That’s right!” The concept is, your brain is acting as a tuning fork and the broadcast from your brain is not located in your head, so you’re like a radio station. In effect, you’re broadcasting.

Bruce Lipton

#pay attention #educate yourself #educate yourselves #reeducate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #do your research #do your own research #question everything #ask yourself questions #ask yourself #spiritual ascension #spiritual warfare #spiritual wisdom #spiritual knowledge

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yngsuk · 1 year

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A wound with blood and pus, or the sickly, acrid smell of sweat, of decay, does not signify death. In the presence of signified death—a flat encephalograph, for instance—I would understand, react, or accept. No, as in true theater, without makeup or masks, refuse and corpses show me what I permanently thrust aside in order to live. These body fluids, this defilement, this shit are what life withstands, hardly and with difficulty, on the part of death. There, I am at the border of my condition as a living being. My body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit—cadere, cadaver.

Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

#quote #julia kristeva #psychoanalysis #abjection #*ayden

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wordsonly · 3 months

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Unfeeling fine.

What is this cruelty and devilry ?

Continuous fermentation

From animalcule to man

Super-homen

Evincing no political,

no emotional,

no religious biases

Electro-encephalographed white noise

Captured,

Wandering senseless

Into the deep green void.

Choreographed in perfect function

Staying here;

Somewhere else.

Thoughtless

Not wanting to be found

Is this hope ?

Ambivalence ?

Or balance ?

Fighting

With perfect flow

Landing punches

Rolling with

A dead weight

Swinging from a rope ?

Or skipping

Toward a light ?

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lennyinlordran · 6 months

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The Zaradus Regime [Parts 3-4]

Part 3 To her surprise, the equipment hadn’t been modified. However, attached to the ceiling was newly installed… thing. Ostensibly a light fixture. With several Tesla-Coils attached to an encephalograph.

Sasha did the obvious thing and was about to plant half of her explosives on it, opting to wait until she knew more about the plan.

She was about to leave, before the distant sound of someone entering the hall came to mind.

Sasha hid under the seats, before two people walked in, Former Councilor Zaradus, and John Doe strode into the room.

“Tell me, advisor,” said Zaradus, “Is it possible to subvert the Encephalitic Imprinting mid process?”

“Only if someone had our remote control key, or a physical connection to the device.” Replied John.

“So, if this works, we will have the perfect method of recall.”

“Wait a minute.” John Doe sniffed the air.

“We have an intruder.”

Sasha threw her voice to sound like Zaradus, and asked “how’d she get in? In-true-da-window?”

John Doe turned to glare at Zaradus.

“Puns? Really” he asked.

“Tons, truly” piped Sasha in her impersonation.

“That’s not me!” Sputtered Zaradus.

“Oh, how you plea!” Tossed Sasha, impersonating John Doe now.

“You dare to mock your master!”

While the two bickered, Sasha crawled up to the ceiling, then connected a remote USB to the device.

Because USBs are cross compatible with alien tech eons old.

She slipped out through the window while they continued bickering.

From outside the building, Sasha connected to the remote USB, and plumbed the files of their machine.

She discovered their plan. They device would have a someone with psionic powers into the Encephalogram, and the machines would use the readings to imprint on the minds of anyone wearing electrically conductive-

“Oh. Well ••••”

Sasha checked to try and overwrite the program. Nope. Written on ROMs. Read-only.

Sasha proceeded to angrily curse for several minutes while punching a nearby tree.

The current time was 11:32 pm. The concert started at 6:30 the next day.

“I have only 18.5 hours to subvert this… think!”

Sasha decided to take a power nap in the tree. Do not do what Sasha does.

At 2 in morning, she opted to get started on arming herself.

She proceeded to break into a hospital and “borrow” an EEG. She then proceeded to visit the Rhumerians. After about three of her 18 hours, (15 left), she had recalibrated one of her pistols to stun Rhumerians, IE, Zaradus.

She then tried to sneak another look at the Encephaloscriptor.

Guarded directly by John Doe.

She returned the EEG.

12 hours left.

Sasha proceeded to sleep on it.

6 hours left.

Sasha had an idea.

She called up Leo and Maxine, then explained her plan.

Part 4 People were piling into the concert hall, about 60% in tinfoil hats. Maxine, (being more experienced in delinquency) had snuck onto the catwalk above the hall. Carrying a piece of white particle-board.

She approached the Encephaloscriptor, and Stood before Zaradus. She was extremely nervous. Sasha spoke much of these “Rhumerians”, but despite her love of mermaids, Maxine was distinctly unnerved.

“Stop! You’re not supposed to be up here!” Boomed Zaradus.

“Are you?”

Zaradus drew his rifle.

Max leapt forward, holding the board against the floor of the catwalk, lying flat behind it, squeezing her eyes shut.

A single stunner blast struck Zaradus, and Sasha crawled through through the portal in the Board. Zaradus got up from the stun, and a new voice rang out.

“Aww, a cute effort children.”

John Doe had approached from behind.

Sasha drew her human-calibrated stunner. She now had weapons trained on both Zaradus and John Doe. Zaradus had his rifle trained at her, and John had a Saturnian death-ray trained on Max.

“Zaradus, Fire-“ Sasha stunned Zaradus again.

“John, drop the gun and I’ll let Zaradus use the machine.”

John Doe lowered his weapon.

“As if I work for him!” He pointed his Death-ray at Zaradus.

“But… the plan! The birth of a new Yithian empire!”

“Why, talking like that, you make it sound like I’m a Yithian.”

“What?”

“You were misled. I’m far more than you could imagine.”

John shot Zaradus, leapt forward and shoved Sasha aside. Sasha fired the both stunners at him, no effect.

He donned the interface of the Encephaloscriptor, grinning madly.

The coils of the machine began to spin around the central axis it was built on, as it tilted down towards the crowd, most of which was cheering on the Cristian rock band playing.

Bolts of energy crackled between the coils, and the crowd began to run. The coils extended away from the machine, And trees of bolts of emanated from the machine toward the tinfoil-hat wearers in the crowd, the rest calmly began to leave, hurried but un-panicked.

Sasha fired at the machine. A shower of sparks erupted from it, as John cackled “it’s too late!! Mwahahaa! Urahahaha!!!”

Sasha then duly noted that she that still had the portal open.

“Leo! Give me the laptop and Maxine’s guitar!”

These items were handed through the portal.

Sasha grabbed the remote control from Zaradus’s remains, and plugged it into the laptop.

“Fool, the machine isn’t needed anymore!” Boomed the voice of John.

“Who are you really?” Asked Sasha nonchalantly.

The crowd roared, “He is The Faceless God, The Dark Wing, The Sand Bat, The Bloody Tongue. But you can call him Mr.Skin.”

Mr.Skin grinned like a puppy.

“And those titles mean?”

“You know not the Thousand-named lord of the woods?”

“Yeah. Maxine, here’s your guitar, we need a world-saving jam.”

Sasha plugged the guitar into the laptop, which was controlling the machine.

Maxine began, cautiously, to shred. Various members of the crowd started to vocalize in sync with the tenuous chords

The band’s lead guitarist began to shred a counter.

Sasha grinned wildly, and said, “you forgot something, Mr.Skin.”

“And what would that be?”

“Leo, Hand me that mic while you’re here.”

A Microphone (and stand) came through the portal, Sasha plugged it into the laptop, and Leo chimed, “the power of friendship?”

“No! The power of…”

Sasha turned and grinned at Max. Together they said, “Rock!”

Sasha tossed the mic to Max, and she began a one-girl cover of “feel better” by Penelope Scott.

Mr.Skin stared at the Two as Max sang, and he attempted to get the crowd to chant.

They did.

#cat girl #short story #weird fiction

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banyan-mental-health · 6 months

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"Understanding Catatonic Schizophrenia and Its Effects on Addiction"

Catatonic schizophrenia, more commonly known as schizophrenia with catatonia, is a severe form of schizophrenia – a chronic mental health disorder. This condition is characterized by long periods of inactivity, stupor and abnormal purposeless movements. Catatonic schizophrenia typically involves a person displaying behaviors that may seem peculiar or abnormal, like not being able to move, make noises or gestures, or complete tasks. The major symptoms of catatonic schizophrenia include total or partial lack of responsiveness to perception, not speaking or communicating while awake, and performing uncontrollable movements. Other signs are talking and making gestures that lack purpose and not being able to move for long periods of time. Additionally, people with catatonic schizophrenia can become inattentive, irritated, and experience difficulty with daily activities. When it comes to treatment, medication can help to reduce or eliminate the physical and psychological symptoms. Most commonly, doctors prescribe antipsychotic, antidepressant, and antianxiety drugs to patients suffering from catatonic schizophrenia. For many, therapy is also needed to help them identify and understand how to manage their triggers. Other treatments such as sound therapy or encephalographic biofeedback can also be helpful. Here are a few key takeaways from this article: • Catatonic schizophrenia is a chronic mental health disorder characterized by long bouts of inactivity, stupor and abnormal, purposeless movements. • The major symptoms are a lack of responsiveness to perception, lack of communication when awake, and performing uncontrollable movements. • Medication and therapy are two of the primary treatments for managing symptoms. If you want to learn more about catatonic schizophrenia, visit the Banyan Mental Health article. If you or someone you know is in need of treatment for addiction, check out Banyan Mental Health's addiction treatment services.

#Drug Detox #Substance Abuse Treatment #Drug Rehab #Alcohol Rehab #Opiate Addiction

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alexsmitposts · 4 years

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What happens to the human brain in the first minutes after death What is death? Is there life after death? These questions have been stirring the minds of mankind for centuries. And today, scientists are still trying to solve them by examining the brain and its signals. Such an experiment was conducted in 1996 by Russian scientists to determine whether the brain continues to live (and for how long) after the physical death of the body.Experiment in the crematoria the purpose of the experiment was as follows: the researchers installed sensors on the body that recorded brain activity after the death of the body. At the same time, they made sure that the equipment did not react to external conditions: changes in temperature, pressure, and humidity. When the oven was started in the room before cremation, the encephalograph suddenly began to record signals. Most of all, they were similar to those that researchers recorded in a live frightened person. There was a feeling that the deceased was "afraid" of the upcoming cremation procedure…The results of the experiment were studied repeatedly and interpreted in different ways: from confirmation of the existence of an afterlife to hardware errors or deliberate forgery. And there are really grounds for doubt – after all, the experiment itself is called "secret" and "underground" without specifying exactly where and by whom it was conducted, and information about it first appeared 10 years later – in the book "Urgent conditions"by Sergey Sumin. It would seem that you can reject all of the above as nonsense or fiction, but no ... American and European experimentsprimer at the same time – in the mid-90s-similar experiments were independently conducted in the United States, Germany and Holland. However, they did not go public at first either. Only a decade and a half later, scientists from the stroke research Center in Berlin and the medical University in Cincinnati presented their joint work on the basis of many experiments and after careful interpretation.In the article "Terminal depolarization and electrical silence in the death of the human cerebral cortex", they confirmed that they also recorded the electrical activity of the brain in cadavers. And at certain moments after death-after 15-25 minutes-it increases significantly, exceeding the normal activity of the brain of a living person. The phenomenon called "Spreading depression" really resembled the panic state of a living person. So what are the dead so afraid of after death?Interpretation experimentacin offer several explanations for the observed phenomenon. The theory that experts were able to record the moment when the soul leaves the body is only one of the few. So Dr. Lakhmir Chawla suggests that the phenomenon is associated with the death of neurons, which, like mini-batteries, have a small electric charge and after the death of a person begin to discharge. This process just takes 15-30 minutes after cardiac arrest.Lance Becker of the University of Pennsylvania has a different opinion. He believes that neurons try to start a stopped heart and "resurrect" a person, which sometimes succeeds – in cases of clinical death. By the way, the so-called "second term" of clinical death (the time threshold at which it is still possible to start the heart) is just those very few tens of minutes.A more exotic, though not unfounded, theory is offered by Stewart Hameroff of the University of Arizona. He believes that at the moment of postmortem brain activity, a person's consciousness is "rewritten" in the information field of the Universe – because from the standpoint of quantum mechanics, it cannot simply disappear without a trace.

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sixpenceee · 6 years

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Yogis Nearly Stop Heart Beat

Like the Tibetan monks, Indian Yogis seem to have an unusual talent for manipulating their physiological processes while in deep meditation. After hearing stories of yogis spending 28 days underground and surviving, in 1936, a French cardiologist named Therese Brosse traveled to India to see if the yogis truly did have such talents. In her experiments, the yogis reportedly slowed their heart down so slow that it was only detectable via an EKG machine.

In the 1950s Brosse’s study was expanded by another group of researchers who traveled through India with an eight-channel electro-encephalograph and various other instruments, which they used to monitor the yogis’ brain activity, respirations, skin temperature, blood-volume changes, and skin conductance. Two of their test subjects were placed in air-tight sealed boxes, on two separate occasions, and were monitored for 8 to 10 hours. During that time the Yogis showed biological characteristics similar to sleep and were able to slow down their heart rate and respiration to low enough levels that oxygen and carbon dioxide quantities inside the box remained virtually in the same proportions as found in air at sea level. Thus, it was shown that by slowing down their bodily processes and not panicking (as most would do) the Yogis could survive a live-burial for far longer than the average person, possibly even weeks longer. (Source)

#science #yogi

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elizadoolittlethings · 5 years

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We sent up a rocket. Look what came back. @Markgatiss @ClaireLanghamer @unamccormack & Steven Moffat thrumming with thoughts of Quatermass - & Matthew Kneale joining us by optic encephalograph. Tune in Nov 5, even if you have a nervous disposition. https://bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000b03y…

#MG #mark gatiss #steven moffat #quatermass #bbc radio #all things MG

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neo-kajatrash · 6 years

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Revy belongs to me and Zellik belongs to @deezmo. RP excerpt below the cut, written by both of us.

TL;DR: Revy and Zellik had a rocky start to their awkwardly blooming friendship... Revy was way too interested in the strange magic energies he was picking up from Zellik, so he tried to restrain him in order to do harmless tests on him--which Zellik is already sensitive to. That didn't end well... and it turned out to be somewhat of a moment of weakness for both of them.

“Listen... Zellik,” Revy started. “I’ll tell you all of that if you wanna know... and I wanna stay friendly, eh? But first I think you’ve got something that’s real interesting to me... and I wanna know about it. Do you know magic? What kind?”

The scruffy goblin drew his contraption out of his pocket, then flipped the switch to turn it back on—just to be sure he was right about this one. As he expected, the thing started beeping quickly and the antenna flashed right in front of Zellik’s face. Revy snorted happily, then became serious again.

“This device...” he said slowly. “Picks up rare magic energies... and it’s going crazy over you.”

He leaned down a little to meet his gaze, still holding the beeping machine tightly in his three-fingered hand. He focused on Zellik’s bright eyes through his black goggle lenses, grinning toothily. He was just dying to discover whatever he was missing here.

“What are you...? Or what do you have on your person? Tell me, kid.”

Zellik's ears flicked and twitched as Revy got suddenly closer to him. Not yet taking a seat, he instead looked up at the taller goblin with a troubled frown. He didn't like the questions he was being asked and tried thinking of something to explain himself. He no longer thought that device was cool and had to resist the urge to smash it.

Shrugging a little and acting indifferent, Zellik just waved a hand and let some arcane energy sparkle from it.

"Pft, what.. This?! I'm just'a mage. In training. S'prolly what that things pickin' up. I aint too good at it yet."

Hoping Revy couldn't see through the lie, Zellik gave him a convincing fake grin. His sharper than normal teeth glinted in the artificial light.

Revy’s smile quickly turned into a frown and his brows lowered. Now he knew there was something being hidden from him... Either that, or this young goblin was unaware of it himself. The scientist put a hand on Zellik’s shoulder and forcefully sat him down in the chair behind him, still leaning in close as he gripped him firmly, back straight and small ears swiveled forward.

“No... see that’s not right...” he said with an edge to his tone, talking just over the still-beeping device. “My thing doesn’t work that way. This is something special... If you won’t tell me what it is these readings are picking up from you, I will find out myself. Eh?”

He curled his lip at the question, letting Zellik know he wasn’t playing. What if he had important information or abilities that could change Revy’s work or his life for good? If he couldn’t figure this out, he thought, he’d drive himself crazy.

Swallowing hard with a little nervousness as he was pushed back into the chair, Zellik just shrugged again and tried to brush it off.

"Well yer gadget thing's probably broken then. I dunno what to tell ya, pal. I'm just a young magey. Heh!"

Putting on an air of indifference and young innocence, Zellik hoped Revy would fall for it. He didn't think a goblin could even make a device that saw through him and now he found himself feeling annoyed at his mentor. Why didn't he tell him such things existed?

Leaning back into the chair with another shrug, the young goblin crossed his arms with a dissapointed huff.

"And here I thought you made cool things... Not broken things that harass mages.."

Revy grit his teeth and his lips curled even further downwards. He wasn't known for having a lot of patience with these things... and he felt completely captivated by whatever was alluding him. It couldn't just be that his gadget was broken... could it? It wasn't exactly a farfetched idea--but he just couldn't lie down and forget about it all, not now while he had his subject int he palm of his hand. He had to at least check.

He pushed Zellik back a little more into the chair, nearly leaning over him now.

"No, no, no," he said with growing frustration, looking over the goblin as if for the first time. "There's something here, right here... And, if there's not, well... heh. I'll find out soon."

With a quick movement and a sharp tug of leather, Revy used a hidden strap to fasten Zellik's wrist to the chair's arm, then the other. He turned off the device in the same moment, tossing it aside to clatter across the floor.

"I do make cool things..." he said, ears twitching. "Wanna see 'em? Hehehe..."

The obsessing scientist placed his hand on the back of the chair right behind the younger goblin's head, using it to balance himself as he continued to lean over him closely, scanning his face intently from behind his goggles.

Zellik's ears flicked then perked forward with alarm when he suddenly felt cool leather tightly strapping his wrists down to the chair and immediately his heart started beating faster. Looking up at the goblin that he had hoped might be a new friend, with furrowed brows, he couldn't help but let his expression show worry and a little fear in his near-glowing eyes.

Not liking at all where this was going, he finally snapped out of his stunned daze and tried to pull his arms loose while also trying to push himself back into the chair away from this now-threatening goblin. As if being a few inches away from him, would help him not see what he really is.

Feebly, he tried protesting again, lips curling into a nervous smile though it never reached his eyes.

"Y-You got it all wrong. Heh.. heh.. I-I-I'm nothing special, pal.."

Again, Zellik tugged at his restraints, hoping that this goblin would let him go. He didn't want to turn here. Yarzill would never let him hear the end of it and keep an even closer eye on him back home.

"L-Let me go.. You got the wrong goblin.."

Seemingly not noticing how nervous Zellik was, as Revy expected such a thing, he just continued and shook his head with a grin.

"Maybe... But I have to check..."

In a flash, Revy grabbed something from his shelves and returned to stand in front of the nervous goblin. He held up a flat, screen-type device with a cone on the front--and with a bright flash of blue light as he aimed it at Zellik, there soon appeared an image on the screen. A normal goblin skeleton sitting in a chair... nothing special.

Huffing in annoyance, Revy grabbed something else. This time it was a circular metal hat with encephalograph reading on the front. He placed it snugly on Zellik's head, messing up his bright hair even more than it already was. Then with a loud click of the switch, the thing buzzed to life and started to trail a zigzagging, glowing line on the screen. Revy watched it for a moment with narrowed eyes, pushing his coat back to place his hands on his hips as he thought.

"That's different..." he mumbled to himself, totally lost in the wonderings of his own mind.

The young goblin's breathing became more ragged, his small chest rising and falling as his heart beat quicker. Struggling even more now, especially once a strange device was placed on his head, he almost whined.

"Stop.. no.."

Memories long buried, started to rise into his mind's eye. Even though he was young and still curled up nice and safe in his egg, Zellik was still aware of everything that happened to him. Being able to hear the screaming roars of his elders as they were butchered, the wailing cries of whelps- already hatched, being put through torturous experiments.

His own egg, a dark, reddish-near black colour, had been put through his own trials. Easily remembering being placed in some strange machine while chanting in an unknown language started up around him. Not being able to break free form his shell as he was too young, he didn't think he'd have the courage to fight his way out anyway, he was only a whelp.

"No... No! STOP!"

It was all too much for him and with his hands balled into fists, he summoned up enough arcane energy to burn through his bindings. Watering eyes shut tight, Zellik launched himself off the chair. Pushing the other goblin back hard, he threw the device off his head and sent it crashing to the floor.

Standing there with shoulders hunched, he panted heavily as his ears and whole body trembled. Hands still balled into tight fists by his sides, tears dripped from his cheeks and to the floor.

Before he knew it, Revy crashed loudly against the wall and fell to the floor as his workspace rattled. Grunting in pain and surprise as he scrambled to lift himself to a sitting position, he frantically pulled his goggles down to hang on his neck as he stared up at the young goblin with plain fear. His intensely obsessive curiosity had been knocked out of him, and now he was suddenly paying actual attention to the one who'd thrown him and burned his restraints.

Zellik was crying... and that was one thing the scientist didn't expect. He didn't realize his harmless experiments would be that scary... but he realized now that was probably a foolish assumption. He hadn't even explained himself in his excitement.

He stayed cowering on the ground against the wall, hands lifted in surrender and ears drooping low. He swallowed dryly, trying to think of what to say while the back of his head ached. He knew no magic and he was no fighter... and now that the kid had actually gotten out of the chair, Revy realized he could easily be in danger.

#wow #goblin #ocs #rp #fic #e-e

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angelnumber27 · 6 years

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“Mind Reader: A college student is wired for an encephalograph. Encephalographs have shown that the brain initiates action before the conscious mind is aware of it”

from “Your Brain: A User’s Guide” by National Geographic

#brain #national geographic #mine #neurology #neuroscience #brain science #encephalography #consciousness #conscious mind #unconscious mind #mind reading #psychology #study #magazine #article

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baredmirror · 6 years

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A wound with blood and pus, or the sickly, acrid smell of sweat, of decay, does not signify death. In the presence of signified death—a flat encephalograph, for instance—I would understand, react, or accept. No, as in true theater, without makeup or masks, refuse and corpses show me what I permanently thrust aside in order to live. These bodily fluids, this defilement, this shit are what life withstands, hardly and with difficulty, on the part of death. There, I am at the border of my condition as a living being. My body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit—'cadere,' cadaver. If dung signifies the other side of the border, the place where I am not and which permits me to be, the corpse, the most sickening of wastes, is a border that has encroached upon everything. It is no longer I who expel, 'I' is expelled. The border has become an object. How can I be without border?

Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

#m #powers of horror

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superseraphim7 · 6 years

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@alkaline_electric_vegan Garlic is a poison from a lecture by physicist Dr. Robert C Beck, DSc, given at the Whole Life Expo, Seattle, WA, USA, in March 1996. (Part 1/3) The reason garlic* is so toxic, the sulphone* hydroxyl* ion penetrates the blood-brain barrier, just like DMSO a sulfoxide*, and is a specific poison for higher-life forms and brain cells. We discovered this, much to our horror, when I (Bob Beck, DSc) was the world's largest manufacturer of ethical EEG [electroencephalography*] feedback equipment. We'd have people come back from lunch that looked clinically dead on an encephalograph, which we used to calibrate their progress. "Well, what happened?" "Well, I went to an Italian restaurant and there was some garlic in my salad dressing!" So we had them sign things that they wouldn't touch garlic before classes. I guess some of you, are pilots or have been in flight tests, I was in flight test engineering in Doc Hallan's group in the 1950s. The flight surgeon would come around every month and remind all of us: "Don't you dare touch any garlic 72 hours before you fly one of our airplanes, because it'll double or triple your reaction time. You're three times slower than you would be if you'd not had a few drops of garlic." Well, we didn't know why for 20 years later, until I owned the Alpha-Metrics Corporation. We were building biofeedback equipment and found out that garlic usually desynchronises your brain waves. So I funded a study at Stanford and, sure enough, they found that it's a poison. You can rub a clove of garlic on your foot you can smell it shortly later on your wrists. So it penetrates the body. This is why DMSO smells a lot like garlic: that sulphone hydroxyl ion penetrates all the barriers including the corpus callosum* in the brain. According to Ayurveda, India’s classic medical science, foods are grouped into three categories sattvic, rajasic, and tamasic—foods in the modes of goodness, passion, and ignorance. Onions and garlic, and the other alliaceous plants are classified as rajasic and tamasic, which means that they increase passion and ignorance. Continue reading in the comment section below. 👇🏼 #garlic #poiso

#garlic #poiso

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tipsycad147 · 4 years

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Primal Poetry – Sacred Speech

By shirleytwofeathers

Just for the purposes of discussion, I want to distinguish between ‘ordinary’ speaking and ‘sacred’ speech. Sacred speech, in this context, refers to those occasions when we are using speech (probably combined with other modes of display) to bring about a magical change – such as in inducing group trance, communing with spirits, being a horse, raising energy, and so on.

At these times, the way in which we deliver speech is different from our usual habits of talking in that there may be an enhanced deliberateness in our enunciation, or greater care taken in projecting the subtle nuances of emotion – awe, ecstasy, gentleness or martial ardour.

Whether our words well up, unbidden, from the Deep Mind, or have been carefully linked together in prolonged brainstorming sessions, it is highly likely that we will try and find a certain distinct rhythm around which to frame our words.

The Deep Mind often speaks to us in verse. Cross-cultural studies of the vocal patterns of people in the throes of possession show a striking similarity, that of a rising and falling intonation at the end of each phrase, with each phrase punctuated by a pause or groan. This pattern emerges regardless of native language and cultural background.

The English version of this rhythm is known as Iambic Pentameter. You can hear it also in the frenzied oratorical deliveries of evangelical preachers and in the apparently meaningless gush of words and phrases from those who have been seized by the ‘Holy Spirit’. It wells forth from the Deep Mind as unconscious or deity-inspired poetry and communications.

People who are overshadowed by a deity during ritual often seem to stumble over their words, as though they are trying to fit their words around the rhythms of the trance. I would conjecture that the more complete the spirit-possession, the less laboured the sacred speech, as the persons self-awareness’ will be all the more completely submerged by that of the entity.

As the Deep Mind calls to us with a particular rhythm and meter, so do we attempt to call into the depths of our being by rhythmically pulsing our speech. Sound, like light, sets up rhythms in our brains, as experiments with electro-encephalographs (EEGs) have shown. These internal rhythms reflect the sounds which propel us into varying degrees of trance, whether it is the gentle, watery lapping of the Moon or the thundering frenzy of Pan.

If we are caught off-guard, and susceptible, their effect can be devastating. J.F. Hurley, in his book, “Sorcery”, describes a trance condition known in the Philippines as Lata, which is brought on by a startling sound, after which susceptible people will imitate actions that they see or words that they hear. Philippino head-hunters took advantage of this susceptibility by paralysing their victims by using sharp, piercing cries.

This sort of talent appears in many cultures and settings. Pat Crowther, writing in her book “Lid Off The Cauldron”, mentions ‘calls’ which, when used in open spaces, can draw the unwary to the caller. Forcefully projected, stattaco hissing noises, reinforced by jerking body movements, can also precipitate trance.

Peter Redgrove, in his short novel, “The God of Glass”, makes use of the syllable SATATATAT, which, when chanted, at the same time as whirling around, produces in its initiates a disassociation, which culminates in a bee-hum – the Om of ultimate being.

From The Magical Use of Voice

https://shirleytwofeathers.com/The_Blog/bookofshadows/category/basic-concepts/page/2/

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