I found similarities between the people in my life and creators at YouTube who resembled them that were so striking, I tried writing some of them to ask if they were the people I knew, but was largely ignored.
For example: Many of people I know in real life seem to be the producers (or talent) of my favorite YouTube Channels:
A friend of mine named Jeff is the splitting image of Mr. Carlson, at Mr. Carlson's Lab.
Another friend of mine who helped me get around when I wasn't driving is very similar to an English Actor who shares stories about narrowboating Canals in the UK. And, at various times, I've demonstrated how to navigate pages and sites, and how to safely navigate the locks along my stretch of the river, Inspiration, but my terrain only covers my city, and there is so much more to describe.
One of my swimming students looked so much like the author's daughter in Peter Greenway's 'The Pillow Book' and her father too looked so much like the author who was belittled by the publisher in that film that I've wondered if it isn't a problem that still needs our attention. In this clip the author writes his daughter's name, but the publisher denied his creative talent by focusing on the darker side of humanity.
Another swimming student helped me to resolve a problem I had differentiating visions by way of cortical cues (as in dreams, or visions).
And my friend Ray, who suffered painful injuries before he died was a good friend to many and probably saved more lives than anyone I've ever met, but he seems to have shown up as a character in this animation who falls apart while trying to bring a carving of the Mother Mary to a mountain top.
The story of Carthage, who's practice of ritual child sacrifice was presumed to be for mundane reasons, allowed for just a glimpse of the true story because their history and culture was so completely wiped out by the resulting Roman holocaust.
And because many still seem to be avoiding the consequences of efforts to take comfort with the women of South East Asia and the like, we've become unable to rule out what many see as the only retreat left to our culture - our own children - as a source of comfort and solace. I advocate for the use of machines, but its unrealistic for the average person to accept an adaptation like that at this time.
Please see: Cloud Index.
Death may not be the end, but I can't ally with those who side with it. So while working on the consequences of reporting the hate crime scene I encountered, when I encountered people like Geoff Lawton, who are solving technical problems, such as keeping a roadside pond fertile through the fire season, I considered it to be of value for other reasons, like providing a better way to treat a crime scene.
Semblance of Self
I kept finding clips from movies and shows so specific to my life that I decided to write the creators with my own circumstances to stay in touch with their perspective on my problems.
When my family name was used in a feature presentation to describe a fallen Nazi, I realized that my problems weren't merely suspicions at play, but very real threats to my survival. Perhaps because we hired a concentration camp survivor when I was a child (I relieved her of her duties when I got home from school) our intentions were misunderstood.
We were taught to own our behavior, and I do my best to be accountable, but Scandinavian descent, like any other, may be thought to possess characteristics we don't always have, so I made my plea here: Open Letter
Semblance of Self continued
So the first line of Neuromancer set off alarms in my head: “The sky over the port was the color of television tuned to a dead channel.” Why? What had I missed? What have I overlooked? I knew something was wrong when I left home, but I didn't study the problem thoroughly enough!
So when confronted by the severity of life, and realizing how many have died and are dying while trying to be helpful, I had to ask myself: "Have they died in vein?" 3 Minutes and 40 seconds into the video linked below, Shakti Malan describes the problem of treating a young boy with a colonic. She died in 2017 pursuing allegations at a camp in Brazil with John of God. I wrote more specifically about this problem at: Retrospectives
Semblance of Self continued
So I carry on by writing others with similar problems, and those that can help. Some, like the late great Karl Lagerfeld, and Liliane Bettencourt who've died, have already made their way. But those of us who advocate for the truth must also learn to face it. Even if we get hurt working to achieve it, we'll learn to carry on by artistic endeavor in spite of the damages we suffered to represent it well.
But when I encountered transformations that took place in just one day, I realized I was really onto something.
After encountering a resemblance that I found troubling, perhaps because I wrote on the departure with grave concern for her welfare, I wrote a creator to try to express my frustration and was confronted by another resemblance the very next day on the same channel, of a woman who wrote me with a similar concern for herself.
So when an Author who I revere started taking on the resemblance of a friend who had an unrelated project I didn't have time to serve (my focus was on web development), I finally got around to taking care of her request by combing through and reorganized three long drawers of horribly disorganized files to find the draft of her book "Self Transformation" that I had neglected in my bookcase.
I couldn't return to be at peace with my family, or freely assemble with my community while surrounded by death and suspicion, so I went to work more vigorously on online. But the Internet has international scope, and so I also had to address the problems that resulted from my ancestry and assumptions about us. Flying a Corsair off the USS Ticonderoga during the Korean Conflict was not how to win friends and influence people in Korea, and his father wasn't really welcome when bringing a Christian mission to China, so we try to work on the misunderstandings we encounter within our own multicultural experience to share what we've learned with the world at large: Investigations.