The Noxsoma Chronicles [0043] 11-02-2025 … Day 23623 (Sol-2-Soul Sunday)
Once Upon a Time in the Matrix (Coming Up. But first)
Nox-vember Disclaimer: I like words and I like puzzles. Sentences are puzzles. Like the ones you get when you are a little kid. Maybe 5 pieces. Maybe 15 pieces or more. (Just don’t eat ‘um.) You take these puzzle pieces - - letters - - and make words out of them. We take a bunch of words, comprised of prefixes suffixes and roots, and put together a big puzzle that must be deciphered by anybody who “reads” our puzzle. I could go on, but the savvy reader gets the picture. So what’s the “dis-claim-er?” For that matter - - what’s the claim? I suppose the claim is implied. If I were to start a sentence with “you should…” the implicit claim is that the writer, any writer, somehow knows what you should do. Thus, as it seems to your humble puzzler … the disclaimer means that in case the reader feels that the writer is making one claim or the other, based on “credentials” ["as a (insert profession, or hobby) … I think, or feel or – whatever..."] So the disclaimer doesn’t exactly nullify a claim that the writer may appear to make. Rather it disclaims any claims the reader (or some third party activist) might claim that the writer is implicitly claiming. Do I have that right? I may have to read this a few times before I set it loose in the wild.
“As a German shepherd, I can assure you that it’s imperative that you strike fear into the hearts of the herd, or they might trample you to death. Disclaimer – this is not medical, political, or psychological advice. Do your own research.”
This envity that answers to the moniker “Noxsoma” writes for pleasure and sanity. [Mine ... not yours. You're on your own -- Clyde.] Not to impress, depress, suppress, repress or psy-press the herd. However we will express -- every chance we get … . just how we are interpreting this “simulation.” Because of this – you can rest assured that the majority of these posts will be free of AI: (Disclaimer – unless I quote some stuff or do some charts or something. Or just want to mess with you.)
And with that – These are “Trans--missions … from “Universe!”” (let the reverb echo in your mind when you read this.)
Periodic Self Evaluation
We started our second week of 100 biceps curls this morning as part of our daily pre-dawn workout. Dawn came earlier today. Ha ha. We don’t know if the “gunz show” (aesthetics) has improved, but we have increased our dumbbells weight from 5 to 15 pounds. Plus we have upped our reps from 20 to 40 in a set. [We did 40 reps with 12 pounds, so we broke out the 15’s which is as much as we have en la casa.] B-curls turned out to be the gateway back to weight lifting. Since the dumbbells are out we figured we would do shoulder presses and triceps work as well.
We have increased body weight as well. It stayed steady for a while but in the last week it “shot up” 2-3 pounds. It has been more than two months [about August 25th or there abouts] that we have been waking at 5 AM exercising and breaking the fast with a protein shake (just 10 grams) around sunrise. Out to the park or monkey bars a few times a week and long walks to purchase provisions.
We cycle on and off of eating meat. Three days of no meat to start. Then four days meat-on. Last week we did four days off meat and three days on. I don’t really detect a difference. We have one to two meals a day in addition to the shake and snack on nuts, cheese, peanut butter and berries all day long. We drink water and tea. Nothing else.
We have been backing off of the supplements since - - around this time last year. We stock up so there are still lots left. And since we don’t take what we have as often – they will last a while. Maybe until the end of the year.
Overall we are good. Looking forward to getting beyond the thirty day mark on the curls. That will tell us a lot about how the gunz show is performing. We might even have to boost the reps. Maybe double them, through-out the day. We do not envision buying heavier dumbbells.
That’s all for now.
Once Upon A Time in The Matrix
Once upon a time there were three little pigs.
“Hold it. Wrong story.”
Take two.
A wise man had three sons; one named Won, another named Two, and the youngest named … Charlie. Just kidding. His name was Tree. [He was Irish.]
When the boys came of age – that age being the year he was kicking them out of his house – he gathered them together in the family room, and made them watch “The Matrix.”
“This is the world my sons. It’s a vast simulation. Nothing is real. But your mind makes it real. So it’s kind of real and kind of not…” Pops went on and on basically recapping the movie – wished the boys “luck” and sent them on their way.
Many many matrix years later. Pops – who was still kickin’ – ventured out to check on how his sons had turned out.
When Pops found Won, he hardly recognized him. Won looked twice the age of Pops. He was haggard, gaunt and weak.
“What the hell happened to you Boy?” “I have been trying to Escape the Matrix - Pa,” Won wheezed. “I told you there was no escape.” “I didn’t believe you. So I have spent the last countless years trying to figure out how to get out of this hell hole.” “Poor gullible child,” said Pops, patting Won on his balding head. “You watched the sequels didn’t you?” Won, weakly trying to elevate his head to meet his father’s disappointed eyes - - confessed. Suppressing the urge to lecture his son - - possibly to death as he was so weak, Pops wandered off to witness the fate of his second son.
Pops found his second son, Two - - on his lunch hour. Two looked better than Won. Healthier. A little more prosperous.
“How’ve-ya been kid?” Pops asked. “Good,” said Two – with absolutely no emotion or expression in his voice. Two had been working in the “power plant” since the time he had left home. “Is this all you’ve done with you life?” Pops asked. “Why?” Pops followed before the quasi-mindless Two could comprehend and respond to the first question. “Why not?” Two said blankly. “What else is there? I’m plugged into the system. I do what’s expected. I am adequately rewarded. It’s okay.” The whistle blew and Two mechanically rose to his feet, waved absent-mindedly to his old-man, fell into procession with the rest of the drones disappearing into a sea of blurry gray muck.
“Dios mio,” Pops said to himself looking into the “sky” above. “These guys didn’t get it at all.”
Pops set off in search of Tree. But his third son was nowhere to be found. Pops had to get all “Private Eye” to find this kid. About a year later he picked up the “scent” so to speak. Tree had become somewhat of a legend. Or an eccentric. Or a pain in the ass - depending on who was asked. Many moons later, having climbed mountains, traversed valleys, and crossed rivers - - Pops came upon an isolated property. Pops followed a narrow path through lush vegetation. Tall, strong trees, colorful flowers, harmonic sounds of birds chirping in the trees. Wildlife scurried to and fro. Pops could sense that his third son was near.
Tree also sensed his Dad. Tree positioned himself at the end of the path and welcomed his father with a firm and grateful hug. Pops was a matrix of emotion. Surprise – nearing shock. Happiness giving way to incredulity. Tree was glowing, healthy and energetic. His happiness radiated. Tree appeared only slightly more aged than he had been when he left home.
Tree flung his arm around his Dad’s shoulder and guided him to what he described as his “modest home.”
Tree introduced Pops to what he called his “family.” Many children, wives, friends, followers, students – living harmoniously.
Pops was stunned, amazed and mostly silent through the evening meal. The home resonated with a orchestra of love and joy and peace and gratitude.
When the brood filtered out to their respective rooms and abodes, Pops had finally composed himself enough to speak.
Pops’ face betrayed is question.
“How?” Asked Tree. “You,” he said.
“You showed us the secret.” Tree clicked on the screen. “The Matrix” played silently in the background.
“As you told us, ‘There is no escaping the matrix.’ However we can bend the rules and even break some of them. Stay away from negative vibes [i e agents]. Learn the system – its flaws and its idiosyncrasies. Use the system to your best advantage.”
Tree smiled with palpable gratitude.
“Three lessons I learned from you Pops,” Tree explained with an intellectual exuberance. First – don’t waste your time trying to escape. There is no escape. And if there was - - what am I escaping too? A wasteland devoid of people? food? pets? beauty?”
Pops sat down in a comfortable chair. Tree handed him a cuppa tea.
“Secondly,” Tree continued, “I wasn’t about to let the matrix swallow me up. Use me up and abuse me along the way. I have seen too many miserable humans on this journey … ‘so inured that they will fight to defend the system that enslaves them.’ Witnessed. Noted. Avoided. Ha ha.”
Tree allowed himself a humble guffaw.
Pops smiled proudly.
Finally – since it’s all a projection anyway – even if we cannot see it as such – I decided to attract what I needed. Then what I wanted. When I encountered obstacles, I just remembered that they were not real. I either ignored them, avoided them, or overcame them.”
“Come with me.” Tree extended his hand to his father. They exited the modest house and walked across the field. Under the full moon the shadow of a small building came into view. Tree opened the unlocked door and flipped the switch that illuminated the room. It was a carbon copy – more or less – of his father’s house. The house that Tree had grown up in with his brothers.
“I knew you would show up eventually,” said Tree. “It’s part of the ‘magic’.”
Pops got the message. He settled into his new home, which had all the comforts, familiarity and nostalgia of his former home.
Not exactly the end. But the end for now.
We have moved the tally behind the wall. No one needs to know or cares how many views we get on our channels - - except us.
Today’s Score (11-02-25) BC … 64 Rum… 12 Ody….. 0
This Month So Far BC …… 112 Rum ……40 Ody……. 0
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