I have no PH’d. No one did a hundred years ago. Even Stephen Hawling (the braining guy in the chair) questioned the validity of various theories (A brief History of Time) put forward by PH’d types. All a Ph’d really means is that you repeated what you were told by your Profs. And you did it well, and then wrote a paper that your Prof’s found acceptable.
Henery Ford didn’t have a Ph’d nor did the Wright brothers. Nor did most of those that discovered the mysteries of our solar system.
I said that to say this.
When a Doctor declares that you are brain dead, they have determined that there is no more electrical activity going on upstairs. (thats what makes you alive, electricity in your brain)
Observing the particles, changes their effect. “I say”, this is due to the electrical charge of your observing brain (like the electrical field from a power line) changing the “air” around the site.
In the field that is studying this effect “entanglement”, they have measured that this effect transmits this interference at a speed of ten thousand times the speed of light.
Following me???
You call your mom (other side of the world), she answers saying “I was just talking about you”
Or the other way around.
You are connected
And another. . .
You are in a conference room full of people suddenly you feel the need to turn and look at the entrance door and you recognize someone entering. . .
You feel the hair raise on the back of your neck. . .
All sorts of evidence is available to demonstrate that even our thoughts effect everything around us.
Science is having a tough time proving it to those that need steak and eggs for breakie.
We are surrounded by negativity. hence a negative environment.
I choose, for my remaining days on this planet, to promote love, respect and compassion, by doing everything in my power to demonstrate how, why, you know, what ever I can, because driving a Hummer, (cause it makes one look cool), is a symptom of a grade school mentality that is a very sad reflection of our societies general state of mind.
With Love, Respect and Compassion,
Papa Merv