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The fact that I'm smugly pleased with myself about how to use the sbagen beat generator has me bordering on some unbearable arrogance. Sure, I'm perfectly aware that my getting it to happen would be child's play for any self-respecting nerd, but I don't have much respect for the nerd in me for reasons I don't wanna get into presently.
The instructions seem fairly clear after the fact. They always do, don't they? I must have read them through at least five or six times just to get the nerve up to give it a go. Previously, I downloaded the Gnaural beat generator and used it right away. It has a user interface that makes that possible for amateurs like me. I like it too. I used it for the entire time I wrote yesterday's blog entry.
The problem for me with not being satisfied with the Gnaural were the comments and the brief biography of the sbagen beat generator creator. He is a real nerd, but also a psychonaut like me. He might not have coded the sbagen generator if not for that. His fairness and generosity toward the other beat generator coders impressed me. Especially his positive remarks about the Monroe Institute and Robert Monroe.
It was my serendipitous encounter with Robert Monroe's books on astral traveling that got me interested in binaural beats over twenty years ago. My own spontaneous out-of-body trips caused me to get interested in Robert Monroe's books. When I read in his books about the institute for exploring this phenomena I had to find a way to go there and check it out.
It wasn't an easy thing for me to do because his asking price wasn't cheap, but it wasn't impossible for me get the money together. After I went to Faber, Virginia and saw what it cost him to create the Monroe Institute I didn't think the price unreasonable either. The only way I got the money up was to save it out of my unemployment insurance check, which wasn't all that much at the time.
It took a long time after I attended the initial seminar to realize I'd gotten a lot more from attending and participating in it than I originally thought. I was heavy into the I Ching as an oracle at the time, and when I asked it if I should go back for more seminars the answer suggested that doing so would bring "supreme good fortune."
The aspect of the Sbagen download that kept me coming back to it and trying to get it to work for me is that it's not a set deal. It also has all the binaural beat Focus sets that the Monroe Institute wants big money to get to. The initial seminar only gets up to Focus 12, and that didn't get me where I wanted to go. The Sbagen download has up to Focus 26 and a way to mix and match other Focus's beyond that.
I still haven't learned how to use this program the way I'd like. I've just been reading the instructions again and learned a little more about it. I guess it'll be a trial and error thing for a while until I understand how to pull what I want from the program.
In the meantime I cranked up the Gnaural generator again to have something to divert me while I attempt to compose this blog entry. I started losing focus, and I had to stop writing and let it have it's way with me.
I don't know exactly where I went, but it was outta the world of abstract constructs and woids. When I returned to my computer I was too far outta whack to write, so since I found myself staring at iTunes and Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I booted that up and soon found myself emotionally distraught over the beauty of Vivaldi's stuff.
In the past I have confessed to not listening to recorded music any more than necessary because I like to reserve the pleasure of music to live performances. In this case, I turned to Vivaldi to bring myself back into the world of the senses from wherever the binaural beats of the Gnaural app took me moments ago.
Vivaldi's Four Seasons is about the only music I have on iTunes. It's actually there because I wanted to see if I could digitize it from the CD I bought for $1 at one of the big box stores that was trying to dump their classical music because it doesn't sell well to teenagers. I've lost the CD now, and I'm glad I recorded it on iTunes.
The seed sprouting I was doing for a while got lost in the shuffle when I began to understand what happens with autoimmune diseases. It's fairly simple to understand. The immune systems stops protecting the body from what attacks it, and it begins to attack the body itself. Slowly, I began to realize that I didn't wanna continue the kind of diet that strengthened my immune system, so I stopped sprouting and using them.
On the other hand, cooking brown rice from scratch takes longer than I like. I thought I'd try soaking it like I did when I was sprouting beans and lentils to see if that would reduce the cooking time. Every day for three days I drained the water from the brown rice and put new water in. I kind of hoped it would sprout, but it didn't.
It did swell up a little, and I decided to cook it to see how long it took for it to be ready. I boiled it for twenty minutes, and sure enough, it was ready to eat. That beats the heck out of the forty-five minutes it's been taking to cook straight from the box.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
