So today was a mixed bag start to the week.
Work-wise, in terms of making money or proceeding closer to a sold product, it was utter shit. PC started acting up something shocking, rebooting didn’t help, and it wasn’t until I had force killed emacs and all its associated processes that things started working as expected.
Despite the fact that I’ve given up on selling the fauxgl conversion to the person who wanted to pay for the expertise, I still tried to finish the job just to prove I can do it. But with emacs playing up, what I finally figured out was happening was the USB drives my code is stored on were going on and offline, and causing the rust-analyzer/LSP to freak the hell out. So multiple rust-analyzer processes were using my entire CPU and even most of my disk throughput. And that made for a horribly frustrating experience.
Eventually I gave up, rebooted and spent a bunch of time chain smoking and making minimal food for myself and trying to force myself to calm down after virtually bursting into tears at how hopeless everything was feeling.
I managed to have a chat with someone about a project I’m hoping will make some money before the world collapses (hyperbole), as well as discussing various topics relating to off grid survival and self reliance. This was a positive influence, and gave me some potential focuses to make me feel like I’m not a completely useless wanker. I suppose to some people that might be a surprising statement, given the fact that I know assembly language and low level languages like a pro, however my dirty little secret is I know how useless these skills are going to be very very soon, at least for a while.
Go ahead and try to prove me wrong, I dare you. Everyone right now is gearing up to capitalise on the next big thing ™, artificial stupidity. So secure in the idea that computers and AI chips will always be around (pay no attention to what China is doing), along with our cushy way of life of buying a big juicy steak from the corner store after walking, no! driving! no more than a mile or two to your duly sanctioned 15 minute city shopping center where you can also pick up a nice 2L cask of goon and some poisoned puffed wheat and corn covered with artificial flavours including 3 types of MSG and several carcinogens.
Don’t worry, the artificial stupidity, oh sorry I mean intelligence will closely monitor everything you do, as well as everything that potential terrorist in the next isle does, so if they flip out and start stabbing you, it will all be captured in glorious 4K video footage and uploaded to the cloud, so the store employees can prove in court that they could not possibly have intervened because they were in fear of their lives and the legal statutes. It will monitor everything and even make the decision immediately on whether the situation trumps the violence in other parts of the city for importance in terms of the limited response the defunded law enforcement departments can give, and whether it demands a human response or just a drone like what they’re trialing in Colorado now 
That is, until the EMP comes or the solar killshot / earthquakes which destroy all this fabulous (sarcasm) technology and turns everything in the cities into a free for all. I’m sure all of those illegal immigrants, oh I’m sorry I meant refugees, those not military age males, will stand in line for their hand outs and be utterly polite and let all the legal citizens take their government allotted rations first 
With all of this joking/sarcasm aside, I move on to tonight and my discussion with my friend in another state who has been having a hard time for many years. A good conversation was had tonight, about the hardships we have both experienced, about resilience (Emperor), about addiction and getting over it, about Tesla and his discussions of self awareness in “My Inventions” and so on. And then finally, a little Kansas (“once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion…”).
I’ve recognized recently that when my friend is in trouble (emotionally, spiritually, etc), I tend to move towards desire for alcohol again. It’s not because I need it, because I don’t, but it is to get myself in resonance with him, who still drinks more than a winner would. Something pushes me to get myself in sync with him via such crude methods, so that I can more clearly give him advice that will help him move beyond such illusions and intemperance. It hurts me physically in some ways, but in a way I don’t care because I love my friend enough (no homo, lol) to take the hit for them, so I can speak more clearly and in a brutally honest way about the ways of being virtuous in our lives.
As I consider the multi-hour call I had with my hard ass friend tonight (me and him are like cheese and chalk in some respects), I acknowledge that my true raison d’etre in life is not writing code or being a clever person, but it is about helping people who are at the end of their rope in improving their lives and learning to be true human beings. I have a knack at this kind of thing, you see, which I don’t often talk about on this Index Gate journal. Part of that knack has to do with hands on healing, what many nowadays would call Reiki or use of the Universal Energy to heal peoples physical problems. Part of it is living people’s emotional and spiritual discomfort, and resonating with with it, and showing them how to move beyond this.
It’s a hell of a difficult thing to do, and I can’t say that it is an easy task, but it is one hundred percent rewarding.
As a result of being in alignment with these skills of mine, my friend opens up to me and we have conversations which can only be described as one word: authentic. My mind goes to a song which I just paused by Tim Hawkins, which goes like this:
I go down, to the water
Dive as deep as a man can go,
To those, dark places,
Watch the underwater flow…
Exploring the blue (x3)
In search of You
To help people to move from a dark place to an empowered place, you often have to reach those places yourself in order to offer them advice. I’ve often felt that has been my life story. I spent days homeless at Saint Kilda beach dealing with the riff raff who inhabit that place after midnight, in order to help people who have also slept rough. I know what it is like to deal with self preservation issues and not having a place to call home, and it is only because I have experienced this pain that I can connect with other people who have also been in these situations.
And yet, here I am, writing fucking code, and trying to teach people about thinking logically. It’s kind of a joke, isn’t it?
I am a paradox, even to myself. And yet, that is the gift that I give other people.
I can heal someone just by putting my hands on them. Hell, I healed a person indirectly connected with our city’s underworld once (although I did not know that at the time) just by doing that. I can help people just by talking to them in a direct and honest way. And yet, here I am, writing code.
The problem is, I have multiple skills. And in this messed up world, we tend to think cleverness is more important than these other abilities.
Exploring the blue…
In search of you.
I could continue this post all night
But what I’m probably really getting at with this post, is that I’m in the wrong profession. I’m a smart dude, and I could go any number of a couple of different ways. But the way I want to go is the way that brings the most benefit the the other people I love. And I do love my fellow humans. I do feel a deep resonance with Christ who spent his time with the sinful and the downtrodden, the people who most would say are beyond hope, because with my inner third eye I see the potential of these people and I want to help them rise beyond the things which are oppressing them.
Ramble ramble ramble. Listen to a little Ed Kowalycyzk, a little Live. Get a little inspiration. I hope tonight’s experiences can push me towards a more rewarding path.