UFOs Surf

Dear Reader,

As you are aware there have been an incredible display of alien spaceships flying around in our skies. The media has referred to these ufos as drones but they are most definitely ufo and alien space ships.

I live north of San Diego right where Camp Pendleton is located and where the ufos previously were videotaped flying straight into the ocean.  There is a ton of ufo activity.  In fact, each night I check the San Onofre surf line camera with my son and we see loads of ufo activity.

The days leading up to Christmas there was a very unusual fog that rolled in a strange layers.  My son was surfing at Church’s and he said the fog rolled in right after there was a ufo and it smelled funny.  I don’t recall there being a lot of fog this time of year.

Yesterday was Christmas and my son got a camera with a super zoom in lens.  We set the camera up on the deck and looked for ufos. We saw some but every time we tried to film them, they were undetectable.  I think the only reason people see the ufos in New Jersey is because of all the pollution in the air and the ufos can’t use their cloaking technology.

When the aliens do show themselves officially and I predict it will be on Inauguration day I have a $20 bet with my son that they will be a species of Dragon.  For this bet to work we had to define what characteristics make up a Dragon.  

#1 Scales.  Must have.

#2 Does not need to have wings unless it has two wide front legs and 2 wide back legs.  Does not need to fly, even if it does have wings.

#3 Does not need to breath fire.  It can, but it doesn’t have to.

I can’t wait to collect January 20th. 

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There will no longer be a Version 2 that is made from AI because it clear that the human named Artificial Intelligence is the better writer.  I will continue to monitor writing advancements of AI and when it can compete, I will allow it back into the arena. 

Where Do Homeless People Shit?

I feel so bad for homeless people.

I think it should be a right for everyone to have a safe place to sleep and a place to go to the bathroom.

Everywhere I go, I end up having to use the bathroom. Now every bathroom has a codes to them, even at the coffee shops and Starbucks. Most gas stations don't have bathrooms anymore that you can use post Covid.  Michaels. Supermarkets and Yes Whole Foods and big supermarkets, malls generally have a bathroom, but I'm a white guy walking in to use the bathroom and a paying customer.  No Way a Homeless guy can wander in and take a big dump in Whole Foods.

So where do homeless people go to the bathroom?

People wonder there is shit all over San Francisco.  I take like five shits a day. And I pee, I don't know, 20 times.  I drink like 10 cups of tea and water.

Constantly hydrated Yo.

I've gotten much better about retaining my pee driving in LA.   You can't really pull over on the way to LA or the way home from LA, and it can often take three hours.  You just hold it. And then once you start doing that, it gets easier. So just wondering do homeless people hold their pee all day? For weeks?

I had to pull over and just pee in some corner parking lot, I think five times this month, and I'm not even homeless, and I work from home.

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I can't stop thinking about homeless people.

Not just the obvious challenges they face, but something we rarely discuss - basic human needs. Everyone should have the right to a safe place to sleep and access to bathrooms. Full stop.

Here's what got me thinking: I'm constantly looking for bathrooms throughout my day. Post-COVID, everything's locked down with door codes - coffee shops, Starbucks, gas stations, you name it. Sure, places like Whole Foods and malls still have accessible restrooms, but I'm walking in there as a white guy who's clearly a potential customer.

A homeless person? They don't stand a chance.

So I keep wondering - where do homeless people actually go? When people complain about human waste on San Francisco's streets, are they even thinking about the why? I'm someone who takes multiple bathroom breaks daily, probably peeing 20 times between all my tea and water intake (staying hydrated, yo).

Living in LA has actually trained my bladder pretty well. Those three-hour drives with no real stops force you to adapt. But that's just a few hours. What about people who face this 24/7? Do homeless people just... hold it? For days or weeks?

Just this month, I've had to make emergency stops to pee in random parking lot corners five times.

And I'm someone with a home office. The irony isn't lost on me - if I'm struggling with this while having a home and resources, what's it like for those who don't?

It's a basic human dignity we rarely talk about, but maybe we should start.

Too Short for Thanksgiving

AI will never comprehend the joy one feels when you have a genius inspiration.  I experienced this today.  I am divorced and my children are headed to Thanksgiving dinner with their mom at my in laws house. 

On the way to drop my son at his mom’s house (my son is the oldest cousin in the family) at I was struck with an idea of pure genius. 

I decided that now would be the appropriate time to introduce him to the hip hop artist TooShort. 

“19,999”

19,999 bitches (Bitches)
I fucked 19,999 (Bitches)
I'm on you, Wilt
20,000 bitches, 20,000 bitches, 20,000 bitches
If I fuck one more
20,000 bitches, 20,000 bitches, 20,000 bitches
Wilt Chamberlain, ho

“2 Bitches”

“Pimp niggas don't pay a dime,
I'm fuckin' 2 bitches at the same time
Then I hit the studio and I write a rhyme,
I Call it "Tramp Hoes ain't Hard to Find"

Perhaps, he will spread this knowledge to his younger cousins (13, 12, 9, 8) who will be at the Thanksgiving feast.   Bringing TooShort into my sister inlaws home via my nephews puts me into the holiday spirit. 

 Happy Thanksgiving Ho!

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AI might never grasp the pure joy of a spontaneous stroke of genius, but today, I reveled in it. As a divorced parent, Thanksgiving looks a little different these days. This year, my kids were headed to dinner with their mom at my in-laws' house.

On the way to drop off my son—the eldest cousin in the family—I had an epiphany:

This was the perfect moment to introduce him to the timeless hip-hop legend, Too Short.

With the car speakers ready, I hit play on “19,999.”

"19,999 bitches (Bitches)
I fucked 19,999 (Bitches)
I'm on you, Wilt
20,000 bitches..."

And then, for good measure, we followed up with “2 Bitches.”

"Pimp niggas don't pay a dime,
I'm fuckin' 2 bitches at the same time.
Then I hit the studio and I write a rhyme..."

I watched as his face transitioned from shock to hilarity, absorbing Too Short’s unapologetic swagger. My holiday mission was clear: let him carry this newfound musical wisdom to his younger cousins (13, 12, 9, and 8) at the Thanksgiving feast.

The idea of Too Short’s lyrics echoing through my sister-in-law’s home, thanks to her nephews, filled me with the holiday spirit. Who says Thanksgiving is just about turkey and pie?

Happy Thanksgiving Ho!

When You Can’t Bowel Prep

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The heralded launch of “AI Don’t Surf” didn't go exactly as I had envisioned. I imagined massive fanfare and Hoo Razz all around .   

“I can't wait to spend all my time reading your blogs and commenting on your website”.  

All Praise Artificial Intelligence

I had forgotten that other people have lives as well.  Sometimes you just really need to appreciate what you have going on in your life, and how lucky you am.  The cricket response to my new blog was the lowest point to my week. 

In one case the reason for the crickets was because they were in the hospital dealing with a perforated bowel to be exact.

Perforated Bowel

Here I am acting like an asshole upset that my friend can't spend two minutes to read my blog while her husband is in the hospital having half his colon cut out. 

Perforated Bowel 

I do know one thing that could help him if he can’t bowel prep!  Timentin. 

I was gifted this T-shirt by our friend's father after he brought it home from a conference and after I assured him, I would wear it.  It is an ad for medicine to help you bowel prep called Timentin that has graphically accurate bowel disorders as you can see.

“If you can't bowel prep” Timentin is the slogan.

I represented Timentin all through High School.  I used to love that T shirt, and I'd wear it everywhere and get the craziest reactions.   Of course I did, I was wearing a picture of a torn bowel that is blown up and right where my actual bowel is located.   

A torn bowel looks like it fucking sucks.  And to think that our friend who's our age and has a three-year-old has a torn bowel. He will be walking around with a colostomy bag for the next three months best case scenario.

That's a much lower point than I who was honestly upset that no one commented when I specifically asked people to comment.  (The comment section is actually broken, and I don't know how to fix it. So maybe there'll be comments at some point in the future and if so, please comment.)

Thinking about my friend and her husband who is in a lot of pain makes you think about mortality.   It's right in front of you every day.  We lost our friend MC RocktheMic this summer.  It was his father who gave me the Timentin T-Shirt.   Now if you can’t bowel prep…

Timentin!

AI will never understand mortality. I think knowing we are mortal is what makes us human.  It is crazy how little we value each day that we are healthy. 

AI Don’t Bowel Prep

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 The grand launch of "AIDon'tSurf" didn't quite match the fanfare I'd imagined in my head. You know that dream where everyone's eagerly waiting to read your every word? "I can't wait to spend all my time reading your blogs and commenting on your website!" Yeah, that wasn't exactly how it played out.

Praise Artificial Intelligence, right?

What I hadn't considered was that people have actual lives. Real, complicated, sometimes messy lives. And boy, did I get a reality check about that. The cricket-chorus response to my new blog had me feeling pretty low – until I learned why one friend hadn't been commenting.

They were in the hospital. Dealing with a perforated bowel, to be exact.

There I was, acting like a complete jerk, upset that my friend couldn't spare two minutes to read my blog while her husband was having half his colon removed. Talk about perspective.

Speaking of bowels (since we're on the topic), it reminds me of this T-shirt I used to have. Our friend's father brought it home from a medical conference – a promotional shirt for Timentin, complete with graphically accurate bowel disorders. The slogan?

"If you can't bowel prep, Timentin!"

I wore that shirt proudly throughout high school. Picture it: a teenager walking around with an anatomically correct torn bowel illustration positioned right where my actual bowel is. The reactions were priceless. I was basically a walking pharmaceutical advertisement, and I loved every minute of it.

But now, looking at our friend – someone our age, with a three-year-old – facing three months with a colostomy bag (best case scenario), that torn bowel illustration doesn't seem quite so amusing anymore. A perforated bowel isn't just some graphic on a T-shirt; it's a brutal reality that makes my disappointment over a lack of blog comments seem ridiculous. (Though in my defense, the comment section is actually broken, and I have no idea how to fix it. So maybe there are would-be commenters out there? If you're reading this and the comments ever start working, please drop one!)

This whole situation has me thinking about mortality. It's right there in front of us every day, isn't it? We lost our friend MC RocktheMic this summer – ironically, the son of the same man who gave me that Timentin T-shirt. Now when I think of that slogan –

"If you can't bowel prep... Timentin!" – it hits differently.

You know what's interesting? AI will never understand mortality. I think that's one of the fundamental things that makes us human – knowing that our time here is finite. It's crazy how little we appreciate each healthy day we have, until something comes along to remind us just how precious those ordinary days really are.

(Note to self: Maybe I should spend less time worrying about blog comments and more time appreciating what – and who – I have right now.)

Shake Your Chakras

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I love it when things happen that are obviously divinely timed.  When you can no longer deny that you are on a timeline that is beyond your control.  Which is why you need to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Well, tonight, I had the perfect experience to share for the launch of the top blog on the first day of “AI Don't Surf”. 

Reader, if you have ridden with me since “Year of the Boz”, I think you will notice some congruity with previous themes explored.

Tonight, I went to a yoga dance inspired class called “Shake Your Chakras” and it was advertised as dancing to open up your chakras with yoga inspired dance moves.   With the full moon tomorrow and all the astral projections lining up in this month of November 2024, I really felt I wanted to shake my chakras.  Like a lot. I wanted to dance.  Plus, they mentioned hip hop in the advertisement. 

I went down to the yoga studio and I signed up for the class.  And I went in, and it was myself and two incredibly beautiful young women that are obviously well-trained dancers.  

The class turned out to be a straight up dance class. 

The type of dance class where you learn a choregraphed dance routine.   And this routine was a sultry, feminine routine. I gotta tell you, I crushed it.

And the funniest thing, which is what is so perfect for launching “AI Don't Surf”, is that these moves were so sultry with lots of leg opening and closing and I had to fart the whole goddamn time.   I was holding it in so badly while simultaneous coming out of downward dog into some sexual dance move. 

Reader as you know,  my farts are strong.  They are masculine farts.  Disgusting farts like the smell of the dirtiest part of ancient Rome and they do not belong in a sexy yoga dance.

Reader, do you know that the same muscle that you hold to keep from coming is the same muscle that you hold to keep from farting. 

The perineum. 

Doing sultry dances in a yoga studio with 2 women while squeezing your perineum to keep from unleashing hell and brimstone is the exact experience that I challenge AI to even have the slightest concept of.   It is impossible.  This is a human only experience.

The beautiful main teacher was definitely watching me and shooting out pointers directed to me along the way, like weight on left hip.  We even did a move where we flexed each butt cheek, back and forth.  And then went down to our knees. 

Once on your knees you would open your hips like you were exposing your pussy.  That is how I read it anyway and I attempted to replicate that feeling.   

During this progression the lyrics were “Cherry, Cherry” when you open your hips, and then you thrust forward, the lyric was “Wine, Wine” and then you crawl like a cat.  I know this because she taught demonstrating the moves and singing the lyrics for timing. 

“Cherry, Cherry”.   Legs open.  “Wine, Wine”.  Thrust forward.  And here I am holding in this fucking fart that is only getting bigger and bigger for the full hour and 15 minutes.

We practiced the routine at least 12 times.  We even had a pirouette where we spun three times across the floor. I loved every minute.  The whole night was awesome, and I didn't fart. 

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There's something magical about those moments when you can't deny you're on a divinely timed path. When the universe conspires to place you exactly where you need to be, even if that place is desperately trying not to fart in front of 2 beautiful dancers.

Welcome to the inaugural post of "AI Don't Surf" – and trust me, if you've followed my journey since “Year of the Boz”, you'll appreciate how perfectly this experience encapsulates our ongoing themes.

With the full moon approaching and the astral alignments of November 2024 beckoning, I found myself drawn to a yoga dance class promising to "Shake Your Chakras." The advertisement mentioned hip-hop and chakra-opening dance moves. Sold. What could go wrong?

I arrived at the studio to find myself the sole male participant among a small group of women, including two clearly professional dancers whose grace and poise immediately made me question my life choices. But I was there, committed, ready to shake whatever chakras needed shaking.

What followed wasn't the casual yoga-dance fusion I'd expected, but a full-on choreographed routine. Not just any routine – we're talking sultry, feminine, downright sensual choreography. And here's where the universe's sense of humor kicked in: throughout this entire experience, I desperately needed to fart. Not your gentle, subtle farts, mind you. We're talking about the kind of farts that could strip paint, the kind that carry echoes of ancient Rome's less aromatic quarters.

Here's a biological fact for you: the same muscle that controls certain intimate functions – the perineum – is also responsible for holding in those gaseous expressions of humanity.

Try maintaining your composure while executing a hip-opening move to the lyrics "cherry, cherry," all while this muscle works overtime to prevent an olfactory catastrophe. This, Reader, is precisely the kind of uniquely human experience that I challenge any AI to truly comprehend.

The instructor kept offering me personalized guidance. "Hips out," she'd call, or "weight on left hip," as I focused on executing moves that involved alternating butt-cheek flexes and dropping to my knees in a hip-opening position that I interpreted as "channeling your inner feminine energy while preventing gaseous disaster."

We practiced this routine at least twelve times. Between the pirouettes (yes, actual triple spins across the floor), the cat-crawls, and the synchronized hip thrusts to "wine, wine," I discovered new depths of physical control I never knew I possessed. Through it all, through every "cherry, cherry" and every sultry crawl, I maintained my composure.

One man, two women, countless sultry moves, and – most importantly – zero farts.

Sometimes victory comes in the most unexpected forms.

And that, my friends, is the kind of deeply human experience that makes me certain: “AI Don't Surf”, and they definitely don't shake their chakras while holding in volcanic-level flatulence in a room full of women dancers.

AI Don’t Know Chalent

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The Art of Being Nonchalant and the Mystery of Chalant

Nonchalant - we all know what that means. It's that ineffable quality of confidence, that ability to conduct yourself with such calm grace that it almost seems supernatural. Picture someone parallel parking into a tight spot with one inch clearance on either side, smooth as silk, one fluid motion.

Or imagine a person catching a baby tossed from a burning second-story building without breaking stride. It's in the practiced motions of pouring the perfect Guinness, or the fluid grace of leaping through the air while kiteboarding. That's nonchalant.

But here's where it gets interesting. What does the word "chalant" mean?

Here's the thing - "chalant" isn't even a word. Yet somehow there can be nonchalant without chalant. And we humans, we know exactly what it means to act "chalant" - that's what separates us from artificial intelligence.

Ask yourself: what does it mean to act "chalant"? You know. My 15-year-old son illuminated this perfectly when making fun of his sister. He said he saw her walking alone "all chalant." And instantly, we get it. We see it. That self-conscious walk, that trying-too-hard energy, that opposite of smooth grace.

This opens up a deeper conversation about the nuances of slang and human understanding. AI will never truly grasp slang in its full dimension. It can process it, categorize it, even use it - but it won't feel the living pulse of meaning that humans instantly understand when a teenager invents a word like "chalant."

It's a reminder that language isn't just about dictionary definitions and proper grammar. It's about the spaces between words, the implications we all understand without having to explain them. It's about how a non-existent word like "chalant" can paint a perfect picture in our minds, while even the most sophisticated AI would struggle to comprehend why we're all nodding in recognition.

This is one small example of the vast ocean of human understanding that AI must attempt to navigate. While it may become increasingly sophisticated at mimicking human communication, there will always be these moments of pure human intuition - like knowing exactly what "chalant" means - that remain beyond its reach.

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Nonchalant - we all know what that means.

Nonchalant projects an era of confidence, and you are able to conduct yourself in a calm and relaxed manner, usually doing something difficult or suave, like parallel parking into a perfect spot in one motion with one inch on either side.  Catching a baby tossed from a second story building on fire without breaking stride.  Pouring the perfect Guinness.  Leaping in the air while Kite Boarding.  Nonchalant. 

However... what does the word "chalant" mean?  In fact, "chalant" is not even a word.  But how can there be a nonchalant but no chalant.  We all know, as human beings, what it would mean to act "chalant" - and that is the difference that separates us from AI.

When I ask you: what does it mean to act "chalant"? You know.  My 15 year old son taught me this making fun of his sister.  He said he saw her walking alone “all chalant”. 

Which raises the bigger question of the nuance of slang.  AI will never understand slang properly.  Just like it doesn’t know chalant.  AI Don’t Know Chalent!

The Lunatic Farmer to the Rescue

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Do you know that the largest merger in Germany was between the company that sells Roundup the chemical spray that kills weeds and causes non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and Bayer, the pharmaceutical company that sells the cancer treatments to treat non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.  These two companies were able to form the perfect merger.

Combined the new single company found the perfect product portfolio. 

The lead product is sprayed onto the land giving people disease and then the following on product is the cancer treatment that was caused by the chemicals sprayed on the crops.

Straight up evil but genius. 

After the big tobacco settlements in the 1990s, tobacco companies began to invest in the processed food market.   They took same exact playbook.  Step one: add addictive properties to food.  Step two: that market with the Joe Camel penis nose advertising of our processed foods to make people addicted to unhealthy foods.  Step three: add more sugar.   We consume 4500% more sugar today then we did 300 years ago. 

The American Heart Association recommends that most adult women consume no more than 24 grams (6 teaspoons) sugar per day, and most adult men consume no more than 36 grams (9 teaspoons) sugar per day.

What is our actual consumption? The average American adult consumes about 68 grams (17 teaspoons) of sugar per day – which is about 200-300% of the recommended amount. Most Americans today consume an astonishing 4500% more sugar per year than the average person did in the 1700s.

• In 1700, people consumed about 4 pounds of sugar per year.

• By 1800, people consumed about 22 pounds per year.

• By 1900, people consumed about 90 pounds per year.

• By 2012, over 50% of Americans consumed a half pound of sugar per day – or, over 180 pounds of sugar per year. *Reference

Unless you make every single thing you eat, it is impossible to eat healthy.  

RFK posted about the pork industry which is some serious fucked up shit, considering pigs are pretty intelligent beings and maybe even have consciousness. 

In these industrial pig warehouses, they trapped the pigs in like sardines. It's cruel to the pigs and these food companies purposely ran out all the regular small farmers out of business by making these industrial farm conglomerates with the destructive farming practices.   Farming practices that have stripped away the proper mineral required to grow nutritious food.  

The bottom line, folks, is that people are not smart. People who you think are smart are not smart. There's like 1% of smart people on this planet, and if you happen to be one, it's time to fucking step up. And if you don't think you're smart, you're not so please just back away from the control center, you. 

Except for Joel Salatin Joel should have his hand on the wheel. 

Joel Salatin who is known as the lunatic farmer was just named to Trump government’s new USDA.  I am excited to see regenerative farming being brought back to our nations bread basket!

Check out The Lunatic Farmer Website

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Here's a disturbing thought: The largest merger in German corporate history created a company that both causes and treats cancer. When Bayer merged with Monsanto, they combined Roundup (a weed killer linked to non-Hodgkin's lymphoma) with pharmaceuticals that treat the very same cancer.

It's a perfect closed loop - spray chemicals that make people sick, then sell them the cure.

This isn't an isolated case. After the massive tobacco settlements of the 1990s, Big Tobacco didn't just fade away - they pivoted into processed foods. They brought their whole playbook with them:

1. Add addictive ingredients

2. Target consumers with sophisticated marketing

3. Pack everything with sugar

Speaking of sugar, the numbers are staggering. We're consuming 4,500% more sugar today than we did three centuries ago. Let that sink in. Here's the breakdown:

- 1700s: 4 pounds of sugar per person per year

- 1800s: 22 pounds per year

- 1900s: 90 pounds per year

- 2012: Over 180 pounds per year (that's half a pound per day!)

The American Heart Association recommends adults consume no more than 24-36 grams of sugar daily (6-9 teaspoons). The average American? We're hitting 68 grams (17 teaspoons) - triple the recommended amount.

Even if you try to eat healthy, the deck is stacked against you. Take the industrial pork industry - they've systematically pushed out small farmers in favor of massive operations that treat intelligent, possibly conscious beings like factory products. These industrial farming practices aren't just cruel to animals - they're stripping our soil of minerals needed to grow truly nutritious food.

Here's the hard truth: Most people running our food system aren't as smart as you think they are. There's maybe 1% of truly intelligent people on this planet who understand these issues. If you're one of them, it's time to step up. If you're not sure, maybe it's time to step back from the control center.

There is hope though. Joel Salatin, known as the "lunatic farmer" for his regenerative farming practices, was just appointed to the USDA. Finally, someone who understands sustainable agriculture might have their hand on the wheel.

The point isn't to despair - it's to understand that our food system didn't get this way by accident. It was engineered this way. And if it was engineered one way, it can be re-engineered another. But first, we need to see it for what it is.

Teachings of Neville Goddard vs AI

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I am a huge fan of the American Mystic Neville Goddard (905-1972). Whenever I feel a little anxious and fear and panic begins to creep in; my go to corrective behavior is to go to YouTube and listen to a Neville lecture. 

If I had to sum up my understanding of Neville’s philosophy, it is that we are all Christ Consciousness and part of source since we come from source we can not be separated from source.  As we are not separate, we are actually god.  We are creation and the creator. We are Christ as represented through our imagination.  Our imagination is source.  Imagination is consciousness. Our reality is a result of the thoughts that we think. When we live as if our wish is already fulfilled. To fully embrace what that would feel and be like. 

To live in the end.  Anything we can imagine is possible. 

The Neville Goddard lectures were recorded at a unique time in the development of our recording technologies and many of his lectures were with audio only and poor quality audio at that.  As a result much of the audio on YouTube has been cleaned up by AI. 

Occasionally, I come across a “Neville Goddard” lectures that has been “enhanced” with AI and not just with clearer audio.  The message has gone through AI and been scrubbed and then changed by AI.  These lectures are just ever so slightly off.  It is actually very hard to tell the different but I can because the message doesn’t resonate with me the way the real lectures do. 

The energy that Neville talks about is real.  We are Christ Consciousness. 

The AI versions will still quote Scripture and put antidotes in but it is a preaching Neville.  Or there is a yelling at the audience vibe to do something or to do nothing.  

It is not an official Neville speech and AI can’t explain Christ Consciousness.  When it's an official Neville speech, you can feel the love and the certainty of the true knowledge that he is sharing. 

A main part of Neville’s teaching is that there is no fear or reason to doubt because the universe is always working for your benefit as you are source energy. 

The AI lectures, simply are not Neville’s ideas and words. They are not mystical teachings.  The AI tries to present his message but the core of what it means to mystical is lost.  It's trying to share mystical concepts which the AI can never understand.   And that's what I mean by “AI Don't Surf.” AI will never understand the human experience when it comes to love, making love, and catching a barrel.  AI will never feel unique human feelings like burying a loved one, watching a sunset or hearing that perfect song at the perfect moment. 

AI won’t grasp the full meaning of children laughing because “AI Don’t Surf.”

The AI corruption of the Neville Goddard lectures shows that the future ahead of us is going to be bleak.  It will be a world where the mystical has been edited by AI.  We already have the teachings of Neville Goddard watered down.

This reminds me of the way that Lama Oli and the Karma Kagyu Buddhist lineage preserve and protect the teachings of the Buddha.  The lineage of the Karma Kagyu and DiamondWay Buddhism protect the authenticity by passing the teachings on from teacher to student in an unbroken chain of wisdom.  The same teaching are shared from 2500 years ago in the authentic form.  When people adopt or corrupt components of Buddhism, then it is just fake, made up New Age bullshit. 

With AI interpreting mystical teaching that's where the whole world is headed to.  A world where we can't tell real from fake,  and mystical from non-mystical.  A world where there is no art and just content.  This is a big topic these days.

I wonder what that will mean to actually be human in this world?

What I think will happen is that all forms of media and entertainment will be like an old sitcom. We will live in one giant world of “Everyone loves Raymond” and “Friends” and it will be completely base, brutal and ugly.  Basically the plot of “A Brave New World.”  That's where we're headed.

For more Neville content check out this lecture.  I made my children listen to 15 minutes of this lecture as my father’s day gift this year!

Here is an example of a great Neville lecture:

Full Audio and texts of Neville Goddard’s lectures:

https://www.thepowerofawareness.org/

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As a devoted student of Neville Goddard (1905-1972), I often find solace in his lectures during moments of anxiety.

His teachings speak to a profound truth: we are all manifestations of Christ Consciousness, inseparable from source. Through our imagination—which is consciousness itself—we create our reality. When we live as if our desires are already fulfilled, embracing the feeling of their completion, we tap into our divine nature as both creator and creation.

Recently, I've noticed something troubling. While searching for Neville's lectures on YouTube, I've encountered AI-"enhanced" versions of his talks. Initially, these appeared as simple audio cleanups of the original, often poor-quality recordings from the mid-20th century.

But something more concerning has emerged:

AI-generated content masquerading as Neville's wisdom.

The differences are subtle but significant. These AI versions quote Scripture and offer anecdotes, but they lack the resonant truth of Neville's authentic teachings.

Sometimes they preach aggressively or demand specific actions—missing entirely the loving certainty that characterizes Neville's genuine lectures. His core message—that fear and doubt are unnecessary because the universe works for our benefit as source energy—becomes diluted or lost entirely.

This brings me to my central observation: AI Don't Surf. Artificial intelligence can process and replicate mystical concepts, but it cannot truly understand them. Just as AI will never know the exhilaration of catching a perfect barrel or the profound grief of losing a loved one, it cannot grasp the depths of mystical experience. It won't comprehend the sublime joy of children's laughter or the transcendent moment when the perfect song meets the perfect sunset.

The corruption of Neville's teachings by AI portends a bleaker future—one where mystical wisdom is increasingly filtered through artificial understanding.

It reminds me of the Karma Kagyu Buddhist lineage's approach to preserving Buddha's teachings. For 2,500 years, they've maintained an unbroken chain of wisdom, passed directly from teacher to student. When these teachings are corrupted or appropriated without this authentic transmission, they become mere New Age platitudes.

As AI continues interpreting mystical teachings, we risk losing our ability to distinguish between authentic wisdom and synthetic approximations. We're heading toward a world where genuine human experience is replaced by content—like living in an endless sitcom loop of "Everyone Loves Raymond" or "Friends."

It's reminiscent of Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World," where authentic human experience is sacrificed for artificial comfort.

This transformation raises a crucial question: What does it mean to be human in a world where our deepest spiritual wisdom is increasingly processed through artificial intelligence? When mystical dissolution becomes the norm, how do we preserve the authenticity of human spiritual experience?

For those seeking Neville's authentic teachings, I recommend starting with this lecture.

It's so powerful that I had my children listen to 15 minutes of it as my Father's Day gift this year. You can also find complete audio recordings and transcripts of his lectures at The Power of Awareness website.

The wave of artificial intelligence may be rising, but some experiences—like the mystical depths of human consciousness—remain unsurfable for AI.

In preserving and sharing authentic spiritual wisdom, we maintain our connection to the divine imagination that Neville so powerfully described.

When Fear Arises

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There are moments when fear starts to creep in, settling into my energy field like an unwelcome visitor. But I've learned to meet these moments with the timeless teachings that have guided countless souls before me – the wisdom of Buddha, particularly the teaching on Emptiness, alongside modern spiritual guides like Wayne Dyer and Abraham Hicks.

I remind myself of a profound truth: I am from Source. I am divine creation at its highest expression. What is there to fear when I exist as a conscious being, capable of crafting every thought and feeling that flows through my experience? I am, at my core, Love itself – pure heart energy in vibration.

With each breath I take, I connect to an intricate cosmic dance. The oxygen filling my lungs comes from trees, which draw their energy from our sun – that magnificent sphere of fire and gas.

Here I am, existing on a planet positioned perfectly in space, where water, carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen come together to create life. My very existence is coded in DNA, a blueprint passed down through countless generations, tracing back to the first single-cell organisms.

In my journey through countless lives, I've faced challenges far more daunting than those I face today. To surrender to worry and fear would dishonor those previous experiences. I keep choosing to return, to learn, and in this incarnation, I've been blessed abundantly. No war zones, no famine. My beautiful children thrive, my parents are enjoying their eighties, and my family radiates health.

We live surrounded by love, accompanied by pets, blessed with beaches and starlit skies.

My greatest peace comes from watching my children embody the teachings I've shared with them: fearlessness in the face of life, courage to take chances, and the strength to speak their truth. These lessons live on through them, just as I've mastered my own craft, becoming perhaps one of the best in my field.

When I approach the edge of fear, I know with certainty that my best effort will be enough to fulfill my divine purpose in this 3D earth experience. This is my divine life unfolding perfectly in the now. I'm supported by angels and spirit guides, but perhaps most remarkably, I was born in an era where Buddha's 84,000 teachings are more accessible than ever through the digital realm.

My path has led me to remarkable teachers – Lama Ole and Hannah Nydahl, the 17th Karmapa Thaye Dorje. I've received precious initiations: Black Coat, Green Tara, White Tara, Medicine Buddha, Diamond Mind, and Loving Eyes from masters of the Karma Kagye Lineage of Tibetan Buddhism and Diamondway Buddhist teachings. The Karmapa Chenno mantra, taught by the 16th Karmapa for the West, reminds us that "the power of all Buddhas works through me."

I carry a deep knowing that while this body is temporary, I am eternal. Like Source itself, I was present at the beginning, and I'll be there at the end – though there really is no end. With access to these precious teachings in our digital age, how could fear find a lasting foothold?

I am love.

That is the ultimate truth that dissolves all fear.

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When the first vibrations of fear begin to enter into my energy field, I rely on the teachings of the Buddha and the Buddhist teaching on Emptiness.  The teachings of Wayne Dyer and Abraham Hicks.  I'm from Source. I am God's highest creation.

What is there to be afraid of when I am a perfect, conscious creation. 

A creation that has an imagination and can formulate every thought and every feeling that follows from that thought.

And to know that “I am Love”.  And that I am Heart Energy vibrating.  

With each deep breath, the oxygen that I breathe in came from the trees. Trees that got their energy from the sun. A sun which is a ball of fire and gas.  I am floating on a planet that is the perfect distance from the ball of fire and gas to have water and carbon and oxygen and nitrogen.  I came from DNA, which is a code that produced me, that was passed down from all the ancestors I have ever had, my parents and my grandparents and my great grandparents all the way back to a single cell organism.

Along the way, there's been millions of lives I've lived.  Any so many were way harder and scarier than my current life.  It is a dishonor to those prevuous experiences to fall into worry and fear.  I keep volunteering to come back to learn, and this time, I'm so fortunate in the life that I live.  I am not at war, at famine, I have beautiful children, my parents are well into their 80s.  Everyone in my family is healthy.

We certainly live abundant lifestyle with lots of love and pets and beaches and starry night skies.

My peace comes from seeing my children thrive.  When I see the teachings that I instilled in them becoming actualized.  Values like being brave and taking chances. Putting yourself out there and speaking the truth.  These are the lessons that I've taught them. 

Knowing that you're really good at your job. Probably the best in the world at what you do. Brings peace of mind.

When I come to edge of fear.  I know that my very best will be good enough to deliver my divine life, my divine 3d earth experience.  I'm currently experiencing my divine life.  It is happening now.  It is all unfolding perfectly. 

I have angels and spirit guides, and most importantly, I am lucky enough to be born in the time that not only did a Buddha exist, but this same Buddha Sakyamuni, gave teachings. 84,000 teachings. And with the internet, these teachings are more available than any time in the history of this world. 

I've already encountered Lama Ole and Hannah Nydahl and the 17th Karmapa Thaye Dorje. Black coat, Green Tara, White Tara, Medicine Buddha, Diamond Mind and Loving Eyes initiations from Buddhist masters from the Karma Kagye Lineage of Tibetian Buddhism and Diamondway Buddhist teachings. 

Karmapa Cheno mantra that the 16th Karmarpa taught for the west, means,

“May the power of all Buddhas work through me.”  

I know that I don't die.  This body dies.  

I come from source. And like source, I was there in the beginning, and I'll be there in the end, which there never will be. 

With access to these precious teachings, how could I have fear? 

I am love. 

How to Fix Society

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The most obvious answer to how to fix society is to change all the music that we listen to from a 440 hertz frequency to a 432 hertz frequency.  Just like Prince recommended in his 3 hour Facebook question and answer where he answered just one questions. 

“TRUTH .: Greetings my dear Brother… Please address the importance of ALL music being tuned to 432hz sound frequencies??? Thanks in advance!!! - Warmest regards, Emanuel…”

“The Gold Standard,” - Prince

The vibration effect of this change alone will begin to bring us back into harmony with the earth. We also need to come up with some solution to deal with the 5G and all of the Wi Fi frequencies we are exposed to on a daily basis.  Although, we should start with 440 Hz and move into 432 Hertz. 

Enjoy some 432 Hertz Prince and feel the significant difference. 

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One of the most intriguing ways to “fix” society might lie in something as simple as changing the frequency of the music we listen to. There’s a growing movement advocating for a shift from the standard 440 Hz tuning to 432 Hz, a frequency that’s said to resonate more naturally with the human body and the Earth. Prince himself famously endorsed this idea in a rare, three-hour Facebook Q&A session where he only answered one question.

“TRUTH .: Greetings my dear Brother… Please address the importance of ALL music being tuned to 432hz sound frequencies??? Thanks in advance!!! Warmest regards, Emanuel…”

Prince’s response? 

“The Gold Standard.”

The idea remains compelling: tuning music to 432 Hz could, in theory, bring us back into alignment with nature and promote a sense of calm and balance.

Why 432 Hz?

Supporters of the 432 Hz movement argue that it’s more than just a tuning standard; it’s a frequency that interacts with our bodies and minds on a deeper level. In contrast to the sharper sound of 440 Hz, 432 Hz is said to have a more relaxing, centering quality. By simply adjusting this tuning, we could potentially foster a collective shift in energy and mood.

Beyond Music: A 5G and Wi-Fi Detox

Switching to 432 Hz music might just be the start. The frequencies we’re exposed to daily—from 5G signals to Wi-Fi—could be affecting us in ways we don’t fully understand yet. While we can’t disconnect entirely, a return to harmonious frequencies in our music could be a powerful first step toward a healthier, more balanced digital landscape.

So, try it for yourself. Play some of Prince’s music tuned to 432 Hz (embed the video below) and see if you feel a shift. Let us know your experience in the comments—does 432 Hz make a difference for you?