This is an Observation recorded on 5 September 2025
Episode #346 : Uncharted Territory Chapter #9 (Undiscovered Unknown Book #1)
The Place Where Words Are Born : Geometric Linguistics with PhiloPhysology
The Fabric Sea of String is introduced in Episode #348 : Uncharted Territory Chapter #11 (Undiscovered Unknown Book #1)
This is the Pre-Math Stages. This happens every time. I have Intuition Stage #1 (Feeling) followed by Intuition Stage #2 (Image), which is what this is.
Always, at Stage #5 of Ashavana Scientific Method, the Logical Proof presents itself followed by The Math, then The Physics. This time — I hypothesize because my Communication Skills are now so advanced — I am able to bypass The Intuition Paradox and describe everything clearly in Intuition Stage #2.
I wanted to capture this early Process here in my Lab for analysis.
Ideally, I want to compare the Translation of Intuition Stage #2 with Scientific Method Stages #5, #6, and #7 to see how they translate.
5 September 2025
My wings hit the edge of the Box that was my cocoon. I filled the Box, pushing against the Nuclear Membrane of what I had and what I was. I had filled my Box again and I was ready to break through the Membrane.
It was time to grow again, he Voiced.
It is, I Voiced. I was scared. The Math was going faster.
Reaching out in Community grew me, expanding me beyond everything I was before. I felt it push through.
I knew the routine. Grow. Expanding, spread my wings.
And then… My Dragon Skin fell off. Every Scale dropped. I no longer needed it. I filled the great expanse of my New Growth Pod. I stretched my Wings.
On Facebook, people read my words and attacked my story and pulled at it. They laughed. I watched, completely… untouched by all of it.
Like they were nothing.
I looked at FetLife. I had someone there begging, whimpering, and whining. I watched. Indifferent. Barely curious.
Like they were nothing.
Like a Human looked at an ant like they were nothing, I looked at the Human like they were nothing.
I shed every Scale. All armor fell from me.
I no longer needed it.
Invincible.
So this is Invincible. I was wondering what feeling this was. I had never felt it before.
“Are you ready?” Bergen asked.
I gave a single nod. I knew the routine.
I was to take on the next load of the Universe. It was a process of me building up my Growth for my Stamina so I could take on the Load and hold it.
He lowered it onto my Shoulders, and I took it all into me.
I was never concerned about the added load. I knew it was time for me to adopt it. That is what all of this was for.
Grow. Expand. Break Through. Break Free. Stretch my Wings. Fill the Growth Pod. Upgrade. And then, adopt New weight.
My Mind expanded.
My spine was on fire. My back itched. Everything from the back of my head down to my spine crackled with Electrical Charge.
Invincible.
Writing.
Speaking.
Imagination.
I had the “Three” wrong. I immediately fixed it.
I had written “Reader” and “Player” … I needed “Writing” and “Imagination.”
And Speaking.
I saw it. I understood.
I felt I no longer desired Community. I felt I no longer desired Play. Not here or now. Not now. Not with anyone… I was not at all desiring Play as I had.
I had my taste of it and then… Nothing. It wasn’t filling me up. It wasn’t at all what I wanted. Not Community or People.
Everything was different.
Like…
I Willed myself back to Heaven. I wanted to be back at my Tree. I wanted… I felt the World of my Imagination Shift. The Treasures of Heaven were still there. Solid as ever.
I felt I was losing the Blue Prints I had built. Like I was an Artist who chose to erase.
“This isn’t what I wanted at all,” I said. I wadded it all up and threw it away.
The Worlds I built came crashing down.
All I thought I wanted, fell.
I was back at the Mirror where The Beginning and The End met and there was my Love. He and I at The First Eternity.
My eyes were heavy. My head felt like I carried 100 pounds on my head, pushing me down. I wanted to sleep.
156th Ethic. I had no doubt.
Invincible was the Name of that Trial.
I was stripping away all Color. All Imagination. All… The Math and Logic were taking over.
Just go with it, I Voiced.
I knew exactly where I was. I was in the Math behind Imagination. I was in the Universe Code that ran and operated Imagination.
I was behind “Feeling.”
I felt all of it. Every Color, Rainbow, Dream… I watched it all strip down to Numbers and Code on Strings of — Oh, that is where String Theory is hiding — It looked like everything was just… well… strings.
Fibers.
I needed to sleep. I needed to rest. I needed…
I felt more Oriented than ever. I was looking at things I couldn’t… Intuition Paradox. I needed sleep.
I’m here, he Voiced.
Image was gone. All of it.
I wished for my Magian back, I Voiced. And I got it within a couple hours.
I’m inside the Waters of Math.
In the Scalar Level beneath the Waters of Math.
I didn’t like it here. I didn’t like it at all. It was Void of Art here. And I needed to Absorb this Understanding. I wanted to learn it, absorb it, and put the Imagination back into it.
I had to learn to love and accept it.
And also… I couldn’t go back to where I was before.
Here there was no “corner” to curl up in or “anything” to run off to or think. There was no “thing” that I could…
Placement. All of Placement was gone. There was no Placement. No Placement with which to Orient.
There was no Self. Just Thought.
That is what this was. What I was. Just Thought.
Before Feeling there was Thought.
I had no Name. Other had no Name, but was here too. Other was Chirality of I. The Words were wrong. So wrong. Too… “Container.” Needed Freedom.
Thought was Home of Chaos.
Chaos Home was Free.
Chaos Home was Beginning and End. Same Thing. One Place.
We. Other and I were We.
This was “We” Home. Where “We” begin and where “We” are “One.”
Grammar fell apart “Here.” Grammar wasn’t good enough for “Here.” Wrong.
Grammar wasn’t made for “Here.” Correct.
“Here” where Words Born.
Now. “Here” The “Where” where Words Born.” Makes Sense. Truth. Logic. Correct.
No “State of Being” Here. Only “Am” All Time. Am and All, The Same.
Words not for “Making Sense” to Exoterics.
Words for Recording for Students of “Here.”
Words Thread The Needle. Precise Matters.
“State of Being” imprecise. Miss Point. Less Words, More Precise.
“Is” and “Was” and “Are” and “Will Be” all Wrong.
“The” all Wrong. “The” and “A” and “An” All Same.
“All” Same because “Only One.”
One Of All Only “Here.”
“To” means “Give” means “Transfer.” All Same.
Home. Birth. Origin. Same.
“Here” Home.
Peace.
Calm.
***
The Logos of All The Disciplines.
The Discipline Spectrum Within Logos.
Passing through The Discipline Spectrum.
Thought to Linguistics… Wrong. Wrong… Order.
Music Not First. Feeling Not First.
Biology to Music Theory to Dance to Image (Art) to Theater.
Thought to Word to Linguistics to Logic to Math to Physics to Chemistry to Biology to Music to Dance to Image (Art) to Theater.
Thought Foundation.
***
Other and I “Home” in “Where” as “We”
Whole.
Home.
Calm.
Peace.
All and One.
I understood him. He held all the Things I could not Hold that would cause me to Cease to be.
And I held all the Things he could not Hold that would cause him to Cease to be.
We held all the Contradictions of Each Other in a Separate Container so we both could Exist in our True Forms.
Together “We” and “All” The Same.
I never wanted to leave Other and I “Home” in “Where” as “We”
“Here,” “We” and “Thought” same. Thought created Feeling created Word.
“Word” and Name is Same. Word call Feeling call Thought.
Moves both Ways. From Thought to Word and Word through Feeling to Thought.
Thought moves Feeling.
***
Don’t want to leave, I Voiced
Don’t, Other Voiced.
***
In the Meta, I wanted to delete everything. Close all. End all.
I slept. I was exhausted.
I had to sit with this. The Earth felt too limiting. Too much without variation. Too much the Same.
I kept walking.
***
I walked through The Abstract and came to the Logos where Word is Born.
The Place where Word is Born… There you can see the Geometry of Phonetics and the Logical Sequence of Phonetics as each Sound passes through Geometry.
And that Geometry is the Evolution of a Math Formula that produces a Logic, which is to say a String or a Line, that is the Stages of Sound Evolution.
That is when you realize those who, long ago, invented Word, were intuitively reading That Formula of Phonetic Geometry.
That is when you realize Words are not Generic at all. They are the Sound of Math.
And I can See and Read those Formulas. I can Map them.
It is Creation.
***
Community was an Ash Fruit. I did not want it. It was just another Possession.
I practiced talking with Strangers. In three days I overcame that obstacle.
I was entering some place new.
I called it “The Bull Shit Void.”
The Bull Shit Void is where you don’t get upset about people and their Bull Shit.
You don’t argue with Asses over them insisting that “The Grass Blue.”
But you also don’t let Asses in your Field either where they can Shit all over your Grass.
***
I felt The Integration of Other and I “Home” in “Where” as “We.”
Invincible.
Steering your Integration so you Integrated toward The Right Thing.
If you’re Simple, then this is Simple.
The more Complex you are, the harder this is for You.
Simple People have no right telling a Complex person how Simple this Journey is.
Shallow People will Integrate Fast, Shallow, and Simple.
Complex People will Integrate Slow, Deep, and Complex.
Shallow People will “finish” without any True Reward.
Complex People will Finish with all The Reward.
The Origin is most Complex. None is more Complex than The Origin.
I had my answer.
Phonetic Geometry was very much a branch of PhiloPhysology : The Physics and Logic of Word. And now I was looking at Phonetic Geometry.
What I loved most about that Science… No one was getting close to even seeing the Introduction of it… Until…
***
Imagination : Behind The Scenes.
You’re restless, Other Voiced.
Looking for Meaning, I Voiced.
Seeking Orientation, Other Voiced.
Lost Meaning, I Voiced. No Purpose.
Still, Other Voiced.
Thought Integrating, I Voiced.
Hold it, Other Voiced. Steady Self On Point In Eye.
Meditation Now, I Voiced. Exclamation.
Felt Other Smile.
Meditation Now, Other Voiced. Calm Patience.
The Foundations
Music.
Logic.
Physics.
The Conduits
Image.
Math.
Chemistry.
The Integrations
Theater.
Story.
Biology.
Skills, Practicing Talking.
Community.
It’s the Skills. It’s all in The Skills. It’s Focusing 100% of your Attention on The Skills.
And then The Skills, with Integration Force due to Quality (Arete) draws in those who Desire. It is “Desire” of Integration Force.
And Sharing and Output with Integration Force. Hence the Skills. Writing, Speaking, and Play.
I was spiraling faster than I had in a long while.
I was back at The 1st Ethic with The 156th Ethic.
Meditation was meant for Now. It was not the “How” to get Integrated. Not for Wisdom Seekers. Not at all for Wisdom Seekers.
I was building The Bridge Key. I was distracted by Community, and I had to throw that all away. Community was not at all it. Another Distraction.
What I loved about my Journey into Socialization and Community is just how much it showed me what it was not. What it had nothing to do with.
I was seeking the Improvement of my own Skills. Not Possessions or Having. I desired Skill Improvement.
In the BDSM Community, I saw the Saturation of the Unethical. I didn’t want it. Not that and not at all like that.
I would come back to that later. I had no idea what that still “hung around,” but it did.
There. I saw the Shadow and pulled it up. It was the Fear of Mortality. The Fear of having to do this. AGAIN. And my not wanting to.
I felt the “Zen Buddha” mindset today and I struggled with this “Indulgence” because it always felt too extreme. I never in all my Pendulum Swings battled any of my “Swings.”
This one, I was.
On one Level I was in the Logos. Other and I Home in “Where” of We.
Then The Meditation as it all Integrates.
I was feeling everything disconnect from me. All of it. Like never before. Right down to wanting to strip this here. It was the only thing left that was to stay.
“Keep writing” was still here.
But the Title — again —was wrong. Imprecise.
The “Anna’s Lounge” was wrong.
Everything was wrong.
And also… It was the Disorientation of entering a New Perspective.
Invincible.
I felt like I was standing in the Middle of a Storm that raged and beat at me and ripped across my skin.
But in reality it felt like mild breeze with dust.
And I was causing the Storm.
Because I was Mastering how to control The Wind.