The Mythic Image of Cosmic Higher Intelligence is Back-Focused on its Explorer
Galaxy M51 near the handle of the Big Dipper seems to be the story of my 2nd coming to Tampa, Florida in 1987, with Susan and Dianne Green visible in NGC 5195, the elliptical galaxy to the left of the main spiral NGC 5194. On better prints of this scene, the hero is seen riding across the gap between the two galaxies on a turtle with a "4" painted on its shell. (See Timothy Ferris, Galaxies, Sierra Club.) It reminds me of the time I drove away from Susan's place with Angel #4 Tricia at the wheel of the car, somewhat before leaving for Tampa a few months later. Also, Angel #5, the first girl I picked up in a Tampa disco after my arrival, is shown on the right side of the central galactic eye. I recognize her face. Galaxies M51 and M101 both flank the handle of the Big Dipper, M101 containing the scene corresponding to my 1st coming to Tampa in 1983, while M51 shows the image corresponding to my 2nd coming in 1987. (See the large image of M101 in Burnham's Celestial Handbook, showing me facing a woman and child on the left side of the image from whom I slide down into a whirlpool, like a screaming skull given the flush, before arising reincarnated and new on the right side of the galaxy, larger than ever.) I note that M51 is proximate to the handle star Benetnash, but corresponds to the 2nd episode corresponding to doublet Mizar and Alcor. I note that I quit smoking in 1986, the year before the 1987 2nd coming scene, while my first wife Susan was still smoking in 1987. As I recall, she was smoking small cigars when I left for my 2nd coming to Tampa Bay in 1987, so that leaving and quiting smoking at the same time was like crossing over the River Styx. This also shows in the Cone Nebula/S.Monocerotis scene, in which I seem to have risen above the Cone Nebula cigarette tip, which seems to burn the heart and lungs out of a fellow hanging from it to the right like a climber on a sheer cliff. Thus The Eternal arose above death. Choices. You can do whatever you please...Do you always...the world's waiting to be seized...want to re-learn? [She Has Funny Cars].
From here the entire celestial sphere as a whole makes sense to me in terms of specific adventures of mine since Susan popped her divorce suit in 1981, like the upside-down flying mule Pegasus falling on the hip pocket of Aquarius. Many nebulae seem to be sub-illustrations for specific episodes, and even the star names themselves seem to be directly connected to my adventures, as if by a miracle. For instance, I married my 2nd wife Jo in 1983, so galaxy M83 in the rump of Hydra at Heaven's Gate shows a picture of a big gorilla getting away with his new mate, bottom under his arm. I can even find associated nebular sub-illustrations inside distant galaxies. Why me? With Green, you see through clearly, and are not blinded by his light. That I worked on the cyclic crunch-bang universe equations, galaxy formation equations, and unified quantum field theory equations intensively probably has something to do with it. I was the grandson of a son of the American Revolution; therefore George Washington appears pregnant at the core of Galaxy M100 (100 cents/dollar), and I am sometimes accompanied by the spirits of Lincoln and Washington in the clouds around my home town Wichita, Kansas.
There are many similar examples. For instance, it turns out that I sign my name with bird at the end of it, because I am James A. Green III. So it turns out that the constellation "Cygnus" features a grinning skull next to its head facing a pelican (the Pelican Nebula) resembling my signature bird. Furthermore, the signature hand of Cygnus has the Veil Nebula next to it, which shows me in profile with my big wig off and hanging well behind me, supported from beneath by the bearded technician at Honeywell who supported my hiring there for my 2nd coming in 1987, Steve Friedman. (See Burnham's Celestial Handbook for the best images of the Veil Nebula.) Here we have close encounters of the bird kind, and in NGC 2264's S. Monocerotis close encounters of the turd kind, and in my resume hovering over the S. Monocerotis rock close encounters of the toured kind, all signifying James A. Green "the third". Perhaps another title for scene could be Green encounters the Third International. I arise Phoenix-like each year in the local cosmic mind-mirror as Orion because mine is the light of understanding, featuring unified relativistic field theory based on mirror symmetry. There is a Christoffel-symbol constellation Microscopium near a two-μ constellation Grus, and a nearby factor-of-four constellation Indus laying at its feet beneath it to symbolize the transition from GR to the new unified model. The transition to unified field theory from General Relativity was accompanied by a step up to the Overmind where such events are mythically celebrated in the constellations and in the nebular and galactic stardust of eternity. Similarly, the relativity teapot of Sagittarius fills the two-μ force hook of Scorpius positioned over its gravitational lode-stone, the core of the Milky Way galaxy. There was some heartbreak and separation in my life, too, which is shown in the starburst of the globular cluster M13 (I was born May 13) at the heart position in the torso of the constellation Hercules, who stumbles off the coffee pot constellation Ophiuchus to fall as Boötes on his mother Ruth (Virgo) below.
Later, I promoted my cosmology and world views like a "Sirius" dog in Canis Major perched on a Puppis throne steering a literary Opus and seriously pursuing his runner Lepus across the sky. Lepus seems to bear the legend of Orion across heaven like a charging Jack Rabbit, his hands and feet associated with μ and ε stars. Higher Intelligence in the Universe sub-illustrates Canis Major with two colliding galaxies in the form of extremely serious, Hungry Eyes, galaxies NGC 2207 and NGC 2163, about 6 degrees southwest of the dog's head Sirius.

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The Psychedelic Connection: In the Beginning was the TURN ON.

Back in the Back with Your Head in the Clouds and You're Gone... Jim Green invents interactive graphics workstations, discovers unified quantum field theory, obtains phase-transformation theory of galaxy formation, derives squeeze-boom cosmology, specifies easy-to-obtain rejuvenation and physical immortality pills, becomes one with signs of higher intelligence in the universe.

On the other hand, there may be some connection to Dr. Timothy Leary, LSD and my psychedelic period (1967-1973). (links) Not quite understanding what I was doing, and following whispered instructions in my inner ear, I cried "like soul to heaven" [*] one day in 1969 high on LSD, after which Dr. Leary tuned in with a revolving reel in an intense white light holding me within its lens as Dr. Leary's High Priest lifetime theme of eviction from academia was echoed in Like a Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan, which I happened to have playing on my phonograph. Perhaps the is-reel illumination functioned like the synchronization of two light-clocks in relativity. On a subsequent trip I was briefly taken over from space by Dr. Leary cutting through like the Almighty, closing a visor over my visual screen before opening it again with my body seemingly powered from above and synchronized to high ghostly forces and accompanied by Tim, who carried me with him with the aura of the pilot of a passenger jet. Perhaps he was taking me for a new "ass-soul". It seems I was only apparently released from the mythic synchronization achieved at that time to all that is. My subsequent life-time experience played out in sync with celestial sphere mythic imaging, starting at the zero hour of time in 1981, when our daughter was born and my wife filed for divorce. Discouraged from further reproduction by a payment plan, I then landed in high heavenly paradise in Tampa, Florida, where I fell in love with Big Jo. For more detail on the gently haunting mythic vision soaring through eternity, see Astronomical Maps: The Structure of the Celestial Sphere. As for LSD, I put it on hold and quit in 1973, since our control of the quality and quantity of material in each dose became unacceptable after the men of Sandoz Pharmaceuticals stopped providing it in marked tablets. In my opinion, this circumstance led to some unnecessary hospitalization. Too many psychedelic mystery pills were provided as "Oh, what have I done?" jokes during the Vietnam period, often resulting in hospital stays, social deletion, and 4-F deferments. Other psychedelic traps abounded: in my case, substituting morning glory seeds for LSD one summer led to rather nasty cyanide poisoning after several experiments in close succession and subsequent hospitalization for a time. I note that the scene in S.Monocerotis above might stand for LSD: d-lysergic acid diethylamide...tartrate. In which El Green, flashing curvacious hippie "S" Ethyl tale along with his resume above meets a big bull "D" like Theseus meeting his opposite number in the Cave of the Minotaur.

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Disclaimer: The safest course with LSD, as in skiing, is not to take it. The danger level is similar. Einstein say: "Minkowski"! Every 4 days for 6 weeks with psychedelic mystery pills and off to the hospital with you, poor boy. However, the illegality involved may be largely related to the desire to avoid LSD-intoxicated drivers. The maximum LSD usage frequency in psychotherapy according to Dr. Albert Hofmann was once per week, but today mature experimenters often prefer twice a year. The usual result at 50 to 100 μg is a pleasantly electrified magic carpet ride. (See my autobiographical psychedelic humor section [LSD 1967-1973] celebrating the 100th Birthday of Dr. Albert Hofmann, recently described at Erowid and MAPS and the subject of the 2006 LSD Symposium in Basel, Switzerland.)

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Grand Visionary Mythic Projection covers the Celestial Sphere with Cohesive Mythic Signals

The generous heart of the Deity, a scene from the Star Queen section of M16, the Eagle Nebula. This fellow resembles my best friend in High School, Lynn Stephens, PhD, who kindly functioned as my guide on my first LSD trip in May of 1967 after I abruptly turned up and explained that I had just taken some Sandoz LSD-25.

After working out the transition between general relativity and the likely correct unified quantum field theory of forces, I developed some new equations for physical cosmology [1-8, red limit, He abundance calculations, ect.] and, after a study of the celestial sphere, realized that it was mythically projecting my own mythic drama in constellation symbols sub-illustrated by imaging nebulae and imaging galaxies. The imaging nebulae and galaxies would contain faces of characters associated with an episode from my life drawn in a neighboring constellation. In NGC 2264's S.Monocerotis nebula above, for instance, we have a mythic skywalker equipped with a WUF-balloon resume like my own, featuring an eruption upwards of books from the brow of the lower Wolf in the image. In my vision, I identify with the mythic figure we associate with Orion, who is prefigured in the S.Monocerotis nebula above the Cone Nebula in NGC 2264 by the skywalker. Note that the constellations Gemini and Auriga are prefigured by the two wolves in the WUF-balloon our hero uses to levitate between worlds like something out of a poem by E.E.Cummings. The little goat-footed balloonMan floats far and wee.... In addition to actual pictures drawn in the stardust in which I recognize myself and associates from my adventures, the star names themselves are the names of places or girlfriends I was with, apparently by charmed coincidence. Finally, the Greek letters associated with the brightness sequences within a constellation turned out to display parallels to core theorems in the mathematical GR-to-unified transition theory in the μ- and ε- codes related to εμ = 1/c², and the overall pattern of constellations displayed virtual standing-wave symmetries behind the obvious ornamental symmetries. What seems to have been staged is a when the sleeper awakes drama (see B33 on Orion's Belt, in which NGC 2023 is the sleeper.) in which the hero works out the ultimate equations controlling long-range cosmic world order on the nose, then awakens within a universe in which his story is strangely mirrored at cosmic distances. It is in this way that man's mind, working on the foundations of astrophysics, awoke at the central chrysalis of vision as a cosmic visionary spirit. Cosmic consciousness signals to itself from above in order to awaken, sometimes flashing a crying need for sex in the universe. (This one, NGC 6164-65, seems to come from the Wolf-Rayet star HD 148937 in the armpit of another version of The Eagle Nebula (NGC 6188) located in the PC constellation Ara.) The theme of "profound" discovery we find in the Eagle Nebula is also repeated in the nebula around μ-Cepheus, Cepheus mythically representing the letters I hurled to the world concerning the grav-magnetic coupling factor μ.
The mirroring mechanisms may be associated with mathematical theorems such as the residue theorem from complex variable theory, according to which the residue of an analytic function of a complex variable with a single pole computed from a small circle around that pole is determined by the values of the same function any distance away from the pole on a much larger circle.
A major theme in the long vertical strip of the NGC 2264 with the Cone Nebula and S.Monocerotis is Ape-to-Angel, pictured as ascent and glory from feeding on crumbs in a cliff-hanger below and pulling as an ape for a lover in the clutches of a rival, while still further down a former mate gloats and her child looks bleakly away. In my vision, the former mate is my ex-wife Susan Hull, the child is my daughter Diane, and the ape is myself on the Mount of Purgatory prior to arising in the form of the skywalker. You can also find us on opposite sides of the Lagoon Nebula in good high-resolution astrophotos. (See Lagoon Nebula photos in Colours of the Stars by David Malin and Paul Murdin.) The skywalker scene above in the NGC 2264 S.Monocerotis summit reminds me of the ascent of the soul to heaven according to the ancient Egyptian Papyrus of Ani: Soul to Heaven, Body to Earth. From Mohammedanism, we are reminded of the black loam from which man was supposedly formed, and perhaps of the black stone enshrined in the Kaaba in Mecca. From Christianity, I think of a line from chapter 17 of John: Father, the hour is come...Glorify thy Son, that thy Son may also glorify thee. In my story, Mecca was Tampa, Florida, corresponding to Mira in Cetus. Also, the stone piece at the doorway of the soul in the nebular image resembles the KU Jayhawk, the mascot of my physics Alma Mater....shown with a tee in it's tail, become the idol of Relativity, and an Ashram. Perhaps the summit clarifies the final predicament and impasse of the arisen soul. What is useful work around these parts acceptable to the arisen spirit? The idol seems to be the piston of an engine that levitates the enlightened avatar of relativity like a passenger in a hot air balloon.
I might add that the nebular stone head in S. Monocerotis reminds me also of Dr.Unruh, a PhD from Brown University who I was with for a graduate course in solid state physics at WSU, and who was kind enough to summon me to lecture on supernova theory to the WSU graduate seminar in physics when he found out I was working on the topic. My researches were also supported by Dr.Alexander, who kindly made computing facilities available for writing the first version of CHANDRA in C, and also by Dr. S.Chandrasekhar himself, who corresponded with me and supplied references on equations of state for white dwarfs, supernova cores, and neutron stars. - James A. Green (movie).
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