Extremely Bright Supernovae

I read this morning that scientists have found extremely bright supernovae that defy the Chandrasekhar limit.  They use the Chandrasekhar limit for type 1a supernovae, as standard candles across the universe.  It is one of the major indicators of the universe expanding and this new evidence in my opinion shows the limitations of our knowledge of the universe.  I have mentioned many times that we know less than a quark of knowledge on the great canvas of the universe and this news about supernovae if proven correct are a good example.  Since the discovery of type 1a supernovae and the evidenced based assumption that they are all roughly the same in mass, Chandrasekhar calculated that type 1a supernovae could only be 1.44 solar masses, and since then every type 1a supernovae has followed this assumption.  Think about it, we have less than a hundred years of data regarding supernovae, about a universe, at least our known universe of 14 billion years.  That is like saying water vapour falls as snow all year around because it did so for the last five seconds.

Yes, we can only go by the evidence we have in front of us at the time, but unfortunately on a universal scale, it is negligible and we put a great amount of faith in our negligible evidence.  I do not say we should stop making assumptions about the universe, but we should be careful when we claim it must be right.

Doomed!!!

Time passes, the endless stream going nowhere,

Dreams take hold exploring new horizons,

We walk a path, a path in blindness and confusion,

Will we ever see the light again?

 

Time moves in all directions at once,

Uncontrollable and chaotic, it explodes out everywhere,

Everything all knowing, existing in purity,

The light is there to see yet still we do not see it.

 

Why can we not see the light?

Where does it hide, perhaps inside the mind?

Flickering delicately between our synapses,

Unable to break free to show us the way.

 

Consider the enormity of the situation,

The cataclysmic disorder that invades most minds,

No wonder we cannot see,

We lack the belief to understand, we are condemned.

 

There are no answers to this quest,

Decisions are meaningless, to the end,

A yearning to know will not bear fruit,

For we are doomed, trapped in a darkened room.

What is the Universe?

It has always fascinated me, always made me wonder, what is the universe?  Does it have a purpose?  How big is it?  Why do we exist?

Why do we exist? 

Scientists give us a very simple answer to this question we exist because of evolution.  By some freak chance, we the humans of planet Earth, alive today, have the highest honour the universe can bestow - intelligence and self-awareness.  We know we exist; we have the intellect to understand how we biologically came into being.  In my demented mind, I see a problem, a niggling itch that will not go away.  If we have self-awareness and it is part of us however small, that tiny part of our sub-conscious brain.  Why do many of us want to have a reason for having this great gift?  In so many different ways, whether we realise it or not we crave an answer.  Why do we exist?  Is there a purpose to our existence?  And if there is, what is it?

If there is no answer to this question, and the non-answer is we do not have a purpose, we do not have a reason to exist; we are only participating in the great game of the universe.  We are only the newest version, fresh off the factory floor, moving the process onwards.  If that is the case, then it is a curse to be self-aware.  It is a devil and a cruel trick, to have this ability to think beyond the realms of our planet, to break free from the shackles of stupidity, inanity, the leave behind the instinctive mindlessness of not knowing.  If we have this amazing ability to see beyond, then it gives reason to believe that in fact, we do have a purpose, we do have a reason to exist, the problem is we have not figured out what that purpose is. 

We are a tiny blip in the fabric of the universe; we are blind to what the universe is and what its purpose is.  It makes sense that if we exist and have a purpose to exist then the universe as well must have a purpose and in its entirety exist for a reason.  How can we ever know this?  We are so small and insignificant, not even noticeable on our tiny planet Earth.  Are we the beginning of something great, something special, or are we just another freakish, evolutionary, anomaly.  Will we in our own time go out like the flame of a candle, slowly burning down into insignificance. 

This is the curse of self-awareness, because if we look at our planet, and the human population most of us do not do something we are proud of, we do not do something with purpose.  Yet inside our minds are these thoughts, deep down for some hidden unknown, and for others they are there present, gnawing away.  They take us in many ways, religious, spiritual, scientific, some just have no concept of what it is they feel, they know yet do not know, but it is there inside us.  Why is it there?  We feel the need to want to understand these things, want answers to these questions.

How does a trillion, trillion trillion, or whatever the amount is, of particles and energy, combine together to create our brains.  We have an incredibly complex biological super computer, created through evolution by pure chance.  It happened here, we know it did because we are alive to experience it, to enjoy its amazing abilities.  For the majority humans on this planet, our brains and minds are underused, they are severely controlled, and curtailed from expression and comprehension of self-awareness.  By some freak chance, we are all susceptible to petty simplistic delusions that stop us from doing what we should be doing.  Most minds are caged, unable to break free from the shackles of mediocrity, and they are so underused to become automatons, following strict procedures, fearful of change and freedom of expression.  We are seven billion minds, we are all connected, together we are one, we were born from the same mother, we feel each other’s pain, we feel all the suffering, collectively we are a mess, a shambles, a disgrace.

Unfortunately, we are the self-aware experiment that went wrong, we have not understood the universe, how it works, and how it feels.  We do not move with the flow towards the right path; we are chaotic and uncontrollable; we are a catastrophe.  Our minds do not work in unison with our planet and our universe, we will be like a giant star, we will burn bright and large for a short time before we use up all our energy and then we will supernova out of existence.

Sad really, we have so much potential, yet it is wasted.

General Relativity, Dark Matter and Galaxies

Everyone must know the description of how gravity works, originally formulated by Newton and updated by Einstein.  Whenever you watch a science doc talking about gravity they always show a heavy ball in the middle of a stretched piece of rubber or something similar; then someone rolls the smaller ball in a straight line towards the heavy object and the smaller ball curves around the larger ball, simulating an orbiting pattern.  Einstein called this space-time, and said heavy objects cause the space to curve which cause an object that is moving in a straight direction to curve around the heavier object.  Simple and amazing when you think about it further.  They have now proved it so by showing light from distant stars through gravitational lensing.  The dark matter curves space-time and we see the light behind, this is how they know dark matter exists.

However, this causes a problem as I see it.  Does dark matter exist all around us?  I have read it might.  I have watched astronomy docs where they mention this, but if this is the case how does the description of gravity formulated by Einstein work on a galaxy level or a universal level.  Surely, such a simplistic concept falls apart.  Think about it, dark matter holds the galaxy together like some kind of super heavy glue, binding the normal matter in place so that the galaxy spins evenly (meaning the stars all orbit the galaxy at the same speed, the inner stars and the outer).  Yet it is not strong enough to keep planets orbiting a star evenly.  I presume, in fact it must be true that dark matter clumps together in the same way normal matter does, yet it manages to clump together in such a way that the whole galaxy and every galaxy manages to spin evenly, each star in every galaxy spinning at a steady rate equal to the other stars.  How convenient.

There must be more to this even spin cycle for want of a better expression.  It cannot just be the density of dark matter; it must be the distribution of dark matter, because there has to be more dark matter near the outer limits of the galaxy, than at the centre.

Now all of this brings me back to the diagram they use to show Einstein’s theory of general relativity and the large ball on the stretched rubber.  This diagram does not work on a galaxy level; it only works at a star system level, the galaxy level is more like the bike going around the wall of death.  Perhaps a barrier of some kind stops the galaxies flying apart, or whatever, something other than dark matter’s density.  Perhaps there is a connection between the black hole at the centre, and the edge of the galaxy.  It makes me think of the doc I watched where they showed a form of energy device called the Torus, picture below.  Now if you think of a galaxy like that then to me at least it starts to make more sense.  You can then cut the Torus in half, and create a kind of ying and yang of energy flowing from one side of the positive galaxy say our side, through to the negative or the other side.  The energy flows constantly and we perceive it as dark matter that creates a wall or some kind of an invisible barrier, as we would perceive it in our reality.  This in turn keeps the galaxy from flying apart.

Obviously, we cannot see this happening as it probably is happing at speeds beyond the speed of light, hence why we cannot see it.  Of course, it seems so obvious that is why we cannot see dark matter, or dark energy, they travel beyond the speed of light.  Perhaps I am letting my imagination get the better of me but hey, anything is possible.

Whilst looking for an image of the Torus I found a quotation, it is from the doc I saw the Torus mentioned in, the doc called Thrive and is definitely worth a watch.  The quotation does seem to make sense.

“Looking back on almost half a century of research, including thousands of books, films, interviews with experts from diverse fields, if I were to pick one common denominator to all the facets of my quest, it would be the TORUS, the fundamental energy pattern that invites our alignment at every level of our existence for us to survive and thrive.”

Foster Gamble

I would have never seen a connection if I had not been confused by the idea of dark matter as something that is all around us and the diagram of Einstein’s description of gravity.  Perhaps there is no connection, but what if there is, and beyond our visual limits of reality the galaxy and the Universe is a mirror and we are seeing only one half and the black hole is the energy conduit, that forces energy we call dark matter from one side of the mirror to the other.

Wedding Nightmare

I had a dream, a dream, a dream today,

I dreamt it was my wedding day,

It started in a happy state,

The King and Queen were there to see my fate,

I danced the waltz with my new bride,

I felt as if I could not hide,

Yet I was unable to notice her,

For she was only a glimmering blur,

I noticed people from my past,

The ones I disliked, or friendships that did not last,

And then my bride did disappear,

 I was alone with all my fears,

I stood inside the large hotel,

I wondered who would pay the bill,

Glasses, plates, and confetti,

In the darkened hall now so empty,

I wondered if it was all a mistake,

And if I tried hard I would wake,

For something hit me as I worried,

Whom on this planet had I just married?

Surprise Meeting 3

“Well what the hell am I supposed to know about dimensions?  I am a galactic historian.  I know the cultures of alien worlds and their histories, nothing more, especially nothing to do with dimensions.”

“There must be a connection somewhere Mr Elliot.”

“Please just call me James.”

“And you can call me Weasties.”

“Look now the pleasantries are out of the way I suggest we leave Earth and head towards Andromeda,” said Lord Jack.

“Andromeda, the galaxy?” asked James.

“Yes the bloody galaxy,” barked Lord James.  “The central council is there, and we can visit Sacria, I am sure that is where we need to start.”

“Before we do anything I want to see this mail you received.  I want to know that this is all for real.”

Lord Jack rushed his hand towards a wall and a giant screen flashed into view.  The message was in two parts, first written, then a short video clip. 

The message read. 

You are Lord Jackson Elliot, explorer, and adventurer.  You have been looking for the Diad Gloxal, on the world of Sacria, I believe you have found this and I believe you can use this device for time travel to other dimensions.  I know this and now I am telling you this.  I also know your son James Elliot, the prominent Galactic Historian secretly tries to harness Neutronic Energy, advancing the chances of travelling to far off galaxies.  I believe that if you combine your Diad Gloxal and your sons Neutronic Energy you will find the answer to dimensional time travel.  I know this to be true.  You may ask why I do not just capture you Lord Jack, and your son, and force you to create the device.  I am aware that this is impossible, there are many sequences to be competed and I do not have the time or the patience to do them myself.  I have a criminal empire to run.  You will do my donkeywork and I will keep your family as insurance.  I know it is possible, I know you are capable of completing the task, and if I am wrong, well, I will not suffer.

To make sure you both work as hard as possible to discover the incredible device, I have taken your whole family.  I will not name names, but I have added a short video clip of all of them so you are definitely certain I am serious and not deceiving you.  The video clips will show you how serious and determined I am for you to succeed.  If you succeed, your family will be set free.

I expect results, from you both.  If you do not comply, I will torture, then kill each one of your kin one by one, without any remorse or feeling of guilt.  It will be a pleasure to rape and defile them all; I will make sure they suffer immeasurable pain and agony over a sustained period.  This period will start after 50 stellar days from today.  I believe this is sufficient time to work out dimensional time travel.

You may think this is a hoax, but once you have seen the video clip you will not think so.  My name is Dor Lor Mada, I am the leader of the Pravai Dorka, and my group and I reside on Hadronia.  I have no qualms in telling you this, since you have no chance of ever setting foot on this planet.  If you do try to rescue your family, in some vain attempt, using your vast wealth Lord Jack, pain and extreme misery will be the only conclusion to this deal and you and all your family will die.  You know the secret, even if you are unaware at this time, your son knows the secret and I believe the Mesanic creature Weasties with his amazing powers will be able to, how can I put it, extract it out of your minds.  50 stellar days, then the torture begins.  Watch the video now, to know how serious I am.

D L M Pra Dor - Leader

“Well,” said James put the bloody video on.”

“No James, you do not want to see it.”

James became frightened, fear rose through him like a raging river after a torrential storm.  He was shaking.

“Put the fucking video on you bastard!” he demanded.

Weasties looked at Lord Jack.  Lord Jack flashed his arm towards the screen and it changed from the mail, to an image.  It was an image of many people; many small boxes covered the screen.  James looked in horror as he noticed first his two sons Harry and Mark, then his wife Selena.  Everyone in the boxes looked terrified. 

“Click on my wife please, I want to see she is alright.”

“No James, chose another square if you really want to see this.”

James sank, and terror griped him, something unforgettable was waiting once one of the small boxes was touched.  Dare he touch one, dare he find out what the evil Pravai Dorka may have done to his family.  He now felt for the first time a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment, perhaps even pity towards his father.  He realised even before he touched one of the screen boxes that he must have seen all of them.

“Chose one for Christ’s sake and get this over with.”

There were 34 boxes to choose from; luckily, his mother was not alive to go through this agony.  However, James recognised Jack’s second wife Larul, she was in her sixties and seemed to be the calmest out of all the kidnap victims.  James did not want to choose, he felt he could not choose.  Whatever heinous crime, whatever cruel aspiration, the significance of the boxes was to show he did not want to see, but he knew he must see, he had to know what was there and this terrible decision was too much to bear.  Weasties realised this, held out a hand, and chose a box.

A middle-aged woman tied to a chair in a dilapidated room, terror on her face.  It was Jack’s fourth wife Alisia, and the most beautiful of his wives, she was an ex model and only in her early forties.  A huge man entered the room, went over and untied one hand, her left hand.  The camera zoomed in towards Alisia; her eyes were bulging out of her face in absolute fear and dread.  She still had a gag in her mouth, black mascara covered her upper face and around her eyes from obvious crying.  Her face reddened from severe blows; blood stained forehead and dried blood in her dyed blonde hair.  The huge beast of a man turned around and spoke slowly with a synthesised voice.

“This is your forth wife Alisia, nod if this is correct.”

The terrified woman nodded quickly, short jerky nods of fear and despair.

The man turned around and showed he was wearing a mask with a skull with blood red eyes on the front.  He stared into the camera.

“This is for your encouragement.  50 days, remember.”

Then the huge masked man grabbed Alisia’s hand drew out a long blade and cut off her little finger.  It was a quick swipe and the finger dropped to the ground.  Alisia began to scream and flail around in agony.  Then video stopped.

James sat in his chair frozen, unable to move, staring at the screen, seeing the other boxes, seeing his children, his wife, the other children, one only looked about six years old.  He then bent over and vomited into a wastebasket.  He fell to the floor weeping; the empathy violently connecting him with the dreadful act was so extremely intense to make him inconsolable for a few moments.  Weasties then used his immense powers of psychological control to bring him back to some kind of normality.  However even with Weasties help, James was like a useless vegetable, stunned into a comatosed state.  He lay on the floor, he did not see anyone, he did not want think of the pain and considerable agony his family were suffering.  Moreover, he knew it was his fault; he had been trying to harness Neutronic Energy, now his sideline hobby was going to get his family tortured and eventually murdered. 

Suddenly as if a blazing light had opened his mind he realised he must know the answer, and so he would do everything in his power to work out dimensional time travel.  Working with his estranged father, and the unusual Mesanic Weasties, they would figure this out and he would now use it to wreck revenge on this Pravai Dorka.

He stood up and looked at both.

“I presume,” he said trying desperately to control his emotions, “I presume this happens in every clip?”

“It saddens me to say it son, but yes it does,” said Lord Jack, bowing his head down.

For the first time, James actually saw emotion on his father’s face.

“So where is this Diad Gloxal, that fucker thinks you have.”

“I don’t have it.  We could not find it.  Still we think it is on Sacria, in the foothills near an ancient temple.”

“Ah you mean Destroia Collatius.”

“Yes the temple of death.”

James knew Weasties was keeping him calm and focused, and he did not mind this, if keeping Weasties did nothing else on this quest, this journey into the unknown, than keeping James focused, then he was a worthy companion.  He just worried how well he would get on with his fucking father.

“So how do we get to Sacria?  And when do we leave?”

Surprise Meeting 2

“Bullshit, my wife and kids are on Indrousia visiting the mother-in-law, I talked to Selena this morning.  This is one of your bloody games.”

“I wish it were so, Mr Elliot,” said the blue creature Weasties.  “They with everyone else were kidnapped at exactly the same time.  The kidnappers sent a mail to Lord Jack stating he had to contact you and that you both had to work together to achieve dimensional travel or they would all be killed.”

James was not the type of man to overreact, in fact, the Earth could be under attack and James would calmly assess the situation before doing anything.  Yet to James seeing this selfish, brash, old man tell him as if he was some kind of door to door sales that his family, his family had been kidnapped, because of this disgrace of the father was too much for even him to take.  Red mist and a wild fury surged through him like a charging bull.

He lunged at his father, James was just as tall and just as powerfully built as his father, and he hit him in the stomach like a defensive lineman sacking a quarterback.  The two hit the ground and James full of fury started hitting his father as if all the pent up emotion from years of neglect, started thrusting out of him.  His father did nothing to stop the beating.  However suddenly James was unable to punch anymore, his reddened fists covered in blood, and swollen stopped in mid-air, suspended unable to continue the barrage.  James roared before something pulled him backwards from his father.  He could feel himself rising off the ground, and then gently placed at the opposite side of the room.  James looked around in horror, what was happening to him?

“I cannot let you harm Lord Jackson, Mr Elliot,” said the small blue creature named Weasties.

“How dare you, he has been responsible…”

His voice suddenly silenced, and he now found he could not speak, no sounds left his mouth.  Some kind of hidden force field trapped him, and he was unable to move forwards.

“Sit down, Mr Elliot,” said the blue creature.

“Who are you?” said James though not through speech, but through thought.

James did not know how he had said what he said, and he was even more surprised when he heard an answer straight, directly into his mind.

“I am the one who is going to help you and your father save your family.  And I do this for no other reason than I know your father and yourself will find the answer to dimensional travel.”

James did not say anything else via thought or mouth.  However his father spoke.

“James, I know I have not been a father or anything to you, but… but…” there was a long sigh as if the great explorer was finding it difficult to put in to words his true feelings.  “But, finding out your whole family, everyone you have ever loved and cared for…”

“Cared for.  Loved!  What utter rubbish!  You never loved anyone but yourself.”  James suddenly realising he was able to speak again.

His heart was racing and he could not contain his fears for his family, against the rage and hatred he had towards his father.  Yet now the rage had taken its toll and he was feeling more sedate as if someone was calming him down.  Was this blue creature tampering with his mind?

“I am not a man who can sit around idly, playing happy families, I am an adventurer and explorer; you were all given every advantage, even my illegitimate children, even children I did not sire.”

“Did not sire, you sound like you are talking about us as if we were bloody horses, given out for stud.”

The old man wanted lash out at his son, but the strange small blue creature seemed to stop him.  Who was this alien, called Weasties?  He seemed to have a calming effect on the old bastard.  James was desperate; he did not see any point in any more conflict.  Was this creature controlling both of us?

“Say you are right,” said James still feeling increasing fear and agitation, as well as terrible knowledge he had no idea what to do.  “Should we not go straight to the galactic police?  Surely we need to get them involved.”

“Useless James,” said Lord Jack, “they have been taken to Hadronia.”

“Hadronia!  Are you kidding me?”

Hadronia was one of the only worlds in the Commantium that they classified as uncivilised 2.  Commantium was the name given to the local group cluster of galaxies that included the Milky Way and Andromeda.  They had classified planets or worlds for 500 stellar years; one stellar year was equal to ten Earth years.  Classification fell into six categories, First Class Civilised; planets with highest level Unispace advancement (Unispace level was a level where they could travel between galaxies in the Commantium and in recent years beyond).  They did not have any war, had one world government and were member worlds to the Inter Commantorium as well as being part of the full council of the Local Group Cluster Commantium.  Second Class Civilised; planets with the ability of hyperspace travel yet still had divided powers controlling the planet, with different ideologies but they were advanced enough work together without any need for war or deceit.  These planets were members of the Inter Commantorium, but could not hold a seat on the full council.  They had to delegate ambassadors to speak on their behalf and they had to align themselves with full council planets.  Third Class Civilised had various nations, but were still not near to resolving planetary disputes.  They had the ability for hyperspace travel and were not in any way dangerous for travellers from other worlds, but they were not ready to progress any further.  They did not have any membership to the Inter Commantorium.  Uncivilised 1, was a planet that had some nations with advanced levels of civilisation and others nations that were not, depots and dictators still ruled on parts of these worlds.  Uncivilised 2, no part of the planet met the high standards of advance or civility.  There were generally planets for outlaws and degenerates, perverts and undesirables.  The final classification were planets that were still uninhabited or in the process of terraforming, or being colonised for the first time.

Hadronia was one of the worst planets in the whole of Commantium.  It was controlled by one of the most dangerous and evil criminal organisations in the whole Local Group, the Pravai Dorka.

James held his head in his hands, he wanted to scream, shout, and throw things and what, what could he do?  He was starting to panic.  The most evil band of cutthroats and devils imaginable had his family.  The fucking father, the bastard who he had not seen in over fifteen years, the selfish, fuckwit, James wanted to kill him, since he knew his family were all but dead.  No one ever came back from Hadronia, not when the fucking Pravai Dorka and their evil leader, Dor Lor Mada, held them.

“You selfish bastard, you have sentenced my fucking family to death.  Probably a tortured death!”

“Not if we give them what they want,” said Weasties.

“And how do we do that, can you tell me that blue man?”

“You must have an idea of what the answer might be,” said Lord Jack.

“How!” demanded James.

“They did not take you as a captive, Mr Elliot,” said the blue creature.  “Lord Jack was told to bring you here.  This means you are important to solving the dimensional time travel dilemma.”