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Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story--Ch1-Part-2-e2fsed

Continued from Part 1: https://is.gd/ig6fWa

L: - "..."

The Young Man: - 'When my mother had so stupidly said in response to my displeased reaction at missing the fly, hitting and exploding the light-bulb: "Well we can't be perfect," I knew it was based on a short-sighted and limited perspective. And I said most earnestly: "Why not?" Rhetorical to my mother, but not to me. And lol, little did I know, not to the Universe either.

The first thing I did, right then...'

L: - "..."

The Young Man: - '...was to go to my room, close the door, lie down, and...Think.
I thought, well, why can't one be perfect? Then I thought, well to be perfect, one, first of all, has to know what perfection means. I thought about what I had heard in this regard. Stuff like: "Well who would want to be perfect, that would be sooo boring." !!! Just blew my mind. Made no sense. if it was boring it would hardly be perfect. Really? The logic! Confounded me how people could say something which was so obviously and plainly self-contradictory. but I saw then how they just believed ideas, believed what they had heard, and had not thought about it. Just could not make sense, so I threw it out.

Then there was the idea that perfection is impossible to attain. This made more sense. But still, it troubled me. So I thought yes, but who is saying what that standard is. I had no answer. So I thought I would make my own. I would figure it out.'

L: - "I've been wanting to hear this story! :) "

The Young Man: -  'I thought about it for a long time. Formulating this way and that. Looking at perfection from every angle I could. If perfection couldn't be boring, then it must be fun, enjoyable, even more, rapturous, blissful, ecstatic and so on. Thus perfection would be what we would want. Also fulfilling, satisfying on all levels. However, we didn't always know what we wanted, through lack of imagination, but, we always could recognise what we *didn't* want. We'd want something different, if we could... Thus I Thought-It-Through-To-The-End, until eventually I came up with this definition of Perfection:

"Perfection is the state, from which, if one had the power to change anything at all, one would not do so."

Just like that, punctuation and all. That's how I ended up with it.'

L: - "Good definition! Makes sense!"



The Young Man: - 'I took my definition to heart, for me it was then my goal. Because when I had said "Why not?" it had been a profoundly Earnest question. A statement also, a statement of amazed wonder. I was astonished in that "Why Not?' that this was not automatically a goal and a motivation. My "Why not?" was the shock of realization this was not obviously so for my mother, and by implication, all in that one moment, not generally so.'

L: - "Hmmm..."

The Young Man: - 'But to me, not something I was willing to forgo as a life goal, as a personal goal. I felt incredibly strongly, that how could one *NOT* pursue Perfection. It was the only logical thing to do in life.'


L: - "Wow ..."

The Young Man: - 'Haha why Hmmm? Because of the Implication inherent in her statement that this was not a goal generally?'

L: - "Oh no! Like I was thinking. ...that's all! Got me thinking. ...Don't stop!!"

The Young Man: - 'Ah lol, no no, much more to come. I'll say, The End, when done. :)

That most obvious logical goal of perfection, how could it be anything else, surely this was the goal for all? Amazed my mind. But it was so to me. I didn't care it wasn't so for my mother, or anyone else for that matter. I had always known she was a silly person despite being intelligent. So didn't overly surprise me. But it was that, *WE.*'

The Implication *others* may also believe as she did was disturbing. Not of course that there were obviously others like her, that was obviously so, but that it was *generally* so by implication of the *we,* and her tone, general demeanour and all the other ways we communicate, she wasn't referring to any limited group. When I put it all together, had to be general.”

L: - "Ahah!"

The Young Man: - 'If such an obvious goal wasn't generally seen to be so, had to be because of the flawed conception of Perfection. Haha yes, I thought conception then. Don't ask me how.

That's why I had to examine the Concept and definition of Perfection. But didn't end there... Once I had my definition I set about what was to become a lifelong habit...'

Continued in Part 3...

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Chapter 1 - The Day The Light-Bulb Exploded
“The Young Man had been chatting with a friend,” Biella explained, “part of a months-long Extended Conversation, some of it lost. We pick up the story in the middle somewhere. The Young Man once commented there were no starts to his stories. Wherever started, one had to accept something came before. He said the starts to his stories had to be endured, as they soon became clear. One just had to stick around for a bit.”
Biella grinned, enjoying the mystery she was setting. "... and so it is here.” Biella smiled fondly, she loved this recounting. about as complete as could be when it came to the Young Man. “Actually the story is of the Young Young Man, *and* of the Young Boy.”
“Bonus!!” said Ursula, “I'm assuming those terms he himself used, yes?”
“Yes indeed. They mark distinct phases of his life. We start right in the thick of an interaction, somewhat of a lead up before we get to the younger stories. Okay, are you all ready?” Receiving unanimous confirming nods she said, “Right, good, here goes:
The Young Man was saying, '... Okay now a story concerning this is needed, lol.
So....
'So as You know, at the end of my Grand Reading Project, of reading all the classics in Religion, Philosophy, and Literature, it all culminated in the U bringing Carlos to me.And it was like just exactly what I had been Intending...'”
Biella sent a link to everyone in the group: Reading Story, with a note: 'Details of the Reading Story written separately by him at another date.'
“The Young Man had continued: 'I had set to work reading all of Carlos, with my red pen very very busy. At that time his books weren't all published yet either. I pulled all of those red pen parts and wrote them into a huge notebook, hardcover. this was just before computers. Then I arranged my extracts and drew that first primitive info-graphic...'”
L: - "Wow!"
The Young Man: - 'This was before my Heart and I had the restaurant, but later I bought a computer for it, and, spreadsheets! What a miracle they were. You probably remember maybe also when they first appeared, so revolutionary. Fantastic stuff.'
L: - "Haha yeah, I like em."
The Young Man: - 'I took all my underlined parts, was a lot, more than one book's worth, and typed it all into a spreadsheet. Lol, no scanners yet,'
L: - "..."
The Young Man: - 'Then, as I typed all that in, I put the page numbers in a column, I also added tags, ha, long before tags. But to me they were categories, headings or groupings. Like say all the parts I had underlined concerning *Dreaming.*I wanted to be able to sort them into different concepts, so I could have all the pulls on a topic in one place. Some went into multiple sections. I arranged and sorted it all, with three different main formats. Lol. I must have read those books a dozen times each, the first eight.'
L: - "Wow! That's how it all started!"
The Young Man: - 'Well no. It all started The Day the Light-bulb Exploded. This is the tail end. I'll get to that story in a bit.
One main format was: The Warrior's Way - all the pulls in the same order as the books. Then I had another book with the same pulls, but arranged by topic. Like Dreaming, Death as an Adviser, Erasing Personal History, etc. arranged under subheadings. Much as DJ had grouped many of them. Like, Assuming Personal Responsibility, Eliminating Self-Importance, and using Death as an Adviser he said were all techniques for Erasing Personal History. There were also three others.
But anyway. Erasing Personal History was one of a few techniques all geared to Stopping the Internal Dialogue. I arranged all these under those main headings for the topics book. Or that was the final result. And remember, this is coming after the great reading project. So not discovery anymore, but Manifestation!'
L: - "This sounds like how the philosophy started to materialise. Yes manifest, haha."

The Young Man: - 'Ah no - this I have to emphasise, that's what I am trying to say. The Philosophy was in place long before Carlos. Before the Grand Reading Project also. But of course I did not have the Perspective to fully see, or realise this.
Manifestation yes. That's what it was to me, fantastic. I had accumulated so so so much before I even started that great books campaign. From my own field studies, from my intense Thinking-It-Through-To-The-End sessions. Haha, I couldn't even then leave any idea alone until I had figured it out. An intense something for an already intense and earnest person who also happened to be a teenager. :)
The Gift of Carlos, was not only everything I had red-lined throughout all the reading project, but also all my own material, nicely together in one place, and, the critical part, in great language!!!This was key. None of the concepts in Carlos were new, which surprises most people who know his work, especially those who are into it. But all his stuff was around before him, just all spread out. That's exactly what I had encountered in my reading project. No one had it all nice and contained. I had recognised most of what's in Carlos, from the reading, but mostly from myself, however, his arrangement was cohesive, a huge important difference. Or at least DJ had it all together.
Haha there's actually a "debunker" of Carlos who wrote a book specifically showing where else all the concepts are found from others. Richard B something if I remember correctly.What's so awesome for me with Carlos, was not the originality of the philosophy, because it isn't in its individual aspects, but that it was all nicely and more or less coherently in one place. However also not the most exciting part, it was the language...
I have to back up a bit here....
From the Day the Light-Bulb Exploded, that's the day the philosophy started. *My* Philosophy. That was a day I consciously and deliberately began a Pursuit of Perfection. *MY* definition of Perfection. This defining the very first act of Philosophising I undertook deliberately. Right on that very day. That's when it all started...
Continued in Part 2: https://is.gd/vBkmav
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Continued from part one: https://is.gd/MiCQey


On board the glider, pre-activated controls prompted: Destination? Biella simply entered: Random, activating the craft to accelerate along the short runway, their comfy but elegant craft propelled by electro-magnetics. As they reached the side of the mountain an invisible ramp boosted them high into the sky, into silence.
Eluminia had chosen a specific style for her Consolidation, Sharing only the condensed essence of what came up in her, trusting these nuggets would connect herself with herself. She was indeed consolidating her Being, as was the purpose of the exercise. Styles of expression and Sharing with Self varied greatly. Some chose detailed thorough charted or pre-scripted paths, embedding what had previously been laid out, others relied on more regular free-flowing discussion. A great variety of styles existed. For all however, the common element of allowing what came to come, using those from inner-self and external world to guide the process. The key element being connection to the Intent of consolidating what one knew into Self. Knowing something was not the same as knowing something. A distinction between memory knowledge and fully incorporated Understanding which could be implemented at will. The consolidation aimed to exactly integrated into the self what was of importance to the Self, consolidating the various Aspects of Self.
“Being Inspired is Being Love!” Eluminia exulted. She emphasized Being, a habit, the word possessing deep extra meaning for both. “The love of Beauty is the love of Harmony, Balance, Flow...” the glider did a barrel roll coming out of the apex of their boost.
“Appreciate! Appreciate! Appreciate!” Eluminia exhorted the World. “Feel The Power! It is Love! It is You!” the glider levelled, stabilizing into the expansive stillness of high flight.
Eluminia coaxed into the silence, “Focus on that which you Enjoy! This is the Road to Joy!”
The two friends, sitting side by side in a special glider design which allowed this luxury, merged with the quiet. Their autopilot finding the morning thermals.
Rummaging in their backpacks by her feet Eluminia produced breakfast. She always packed the most exquisite picnics. Producing tri-colour chocolate laced strawberries she smiled daintily, a fine lady instantly channelled by the delicacy. The chocolate had been infused into the strawberries. Delicately, just the right amount. Each strawberry's sugar content pre-sampled, the amount of chocolate adjusted accordingly. Eluminia had herself overseen the apparatus which achieved this marvel.
“It is not the food, it is the water! Keep the cup filled to the brim!” Eluminia said as the glider banked out over a large bay prompting her to produce tiny glasses filled with water from a remote mineral spring, purposely left inaccessible as it did not produce much. Extensive effort was required to come by its deliciously enervating water. A rare treat, made even more nourishing by the knowledge that Eluminia had made the several days journey personally to acquire her treasure.
An array of culinary treats appeared. “Twelve?” Eluminia queried herself. She had missed one. It soon appeared. She smiled in satisfaction, “Twelve constellations, twelve disciples, twelve tribes...twelve cell salts,” she said, adding, “To move the Oceans within Us to Connect to the Cosmic Oceans and Merge with Love.”
Biella smiled with Love. A Consolidation with E the most sublime of experiences.

“Flowers so Delight!” Eluminia said as she produced several miniature bouquets comprised of specially grown miniature flowers. Each arrangement no bigger than a fingertip. Eluminia put much effort into her picnics transforming them into art. Her art. One of them, as she attempted to make everything she did into art. Just being Eluminia was art the way she applied herself to living.
The glider dipped suddenly, but surged right back up again through an air pocket. Eluminia yelled with exaggerated over-enthusiasm. “Training my 'wild horses,'” she grinned in acknowledgement to Biella's implied query.
“I entice Love's Emergence,” Eluminia said, savouring one of her creations. Delight punctuated by the consumption of one of the tiny bouquets. They were of course also edible, to be eaten delicately. Eluminia became fine, the immersion into her Art intense.

She surveyed the skies, extracting an abstract side-dish, “I am a guest in the House of The Great Beneficence.” Eluminia closed her eyes, feeling the world, “Love is Grand - Love is Beneficent.”
Their aerial breakfast-parlour swept out over the large bay, catching a good view of the numerous sails from the wind power installations. Most of the bay colourfully covered, appearing like a large regatta in progress, as was the idea. Biella thought of Ursula. So much still to show her when it came to the renewable energy installations of Nobelia.
“Humbled and Curious...” Eluminia guessed at Biella's distraction. Biella nodded. "The Young Man..." She looked at the large sails slicing through the waves on their underwater tracks. “...and Ursula." Biella's words were elsewhere. Perhaps too many had been used lately. She smiled gently at herself.
“Surprised by Inner Surprises,” Eluminia half queried, half stated, the comment directed at Biella but about herself.
"Those are indeed the best," Biella agreed.
“Life is a Marvellous Playground,” Eluminia affirmed. The glider looped over the far side of the bay tracking long flowing wide beaches. Uninhabited. A swath of elegance as far as they could see. “Daydreaming is so necessary, so luxurious and Fun,” Eluminia said, adding, “Simplicity is so Beautiful.”
“As is complexity,” rejoined Biella, a common response among the New Nobility, who strove to Appreciate all of life.
“Contempt is born out of a subtle form of Neglect,” Eluminia switched focus. Her way as well as that of a Consolidation. Anything and everything which made up the individual was in play. “Neglect is a subtle form of abuse.” Eluminia finished her thought-chain, “The abused become abusers.”
Biella wondered what had brought this forth. Another day she might have asked, but in her current mood, content to listen and imbibe.
The glider banked sharply out to sea, surprising the friends. A few moment later, as if it had been teasing, another hard bank back toward land to cross over low mountains. A section of coast with numerous diverse trees. Biella sighed. She loved that area.
“Seek and see the Marvels,” Eluminia echoed her spirit. They drifted toward the interior, the glider losing altitude, not rapidly, but steadily as it bore them toward a somewhat remote part of Nobelia. Not that Biella minded, but she would prefer not to set down somewhere out of the way. It would be unusual. The auto-pilot invariably finding an appropriate landing environment where the craft could easily be taken care of. Either recycled, or put into service again if they landed at a glider launch field. However, regardless of how she felt now, Biella knew Attunement and Appropriateness would serve to adjust her energies as needed.
The glider dropped steadily, Biella's mellow mood in tandem with the altitude. “Revel in The Magic of The Mundane.” Eluminia pointed. A small high valley had come into view.
"Oh, but to heed our own Wisdom!" said Biella tenderly as the intricacies of complexity filled seldom used inner spaces.
"Ah yes, the Hidden Desert," Biella smiled a soft smile. A favourite place for spiritual outings.
“Combine The Mundane and The Spiritual,” Eluminia reminded, plucking the word from Biella's awareness, as she so often did. Looking back towards the ocean she added, “Mother, Father - Matter, Water.”
“Spirituality is Extreme Practicality,” Eluminia reminded the world. She looked down at the now retreating desert beneath them. They had found a thermal from this hot patch of earth. The auto pilot...

Eluminia had a look of longing, as if she wanted to be down there, right that moment, “I feel the most Alive when I Dance! Buoyed, Moved and Informed by Universal Love,” she sighed, but a satisfied sigh. “Dancing, I am the paintbrush on the canvas of the dance floor - surprised and thrilled by every movement.” She looked at Biella. “I am no social dancer, the setting might be social...I allow the music to move me to Connect with All that Is...” She trailed off, looking at the desert once more. She seemed to be contemplating the Appropriateness of social dancing in the desert. Her eyes twinkled.
Biella viewed the desert. It looked so flat from up high. A deceptive view. Biella had been down there, by herself and with Eluminia. Not flat in the least. Yet it always seemed so. Many wide low hills surprised from the surface. One only noticed them when coming upon an apex. Then the view of the desert again seemed flat. Mostly, one could only see a portion of the valley. Mysterious like that, innumerable surprises, never what it appeared to be. To access the spirituality of that desert required an Extreme Practicality indeed. Biella warmed from her memories.
Eluminia proclaimed, “An end result does not mean the objective has been achieved.” Biella nodded. A common confusion.

“Particularly with Spirituality,” Biella said.

Eluminia smiled gently at Biella, “Results don't always matter - motivation, interest, and desire is the Igniter. Thoughtful Planning and Effort in Execution, these matter!”

Sliding into herself Eluminia fell into a newly surfaced memory. During a Consolidation, immersion given free rein to take over, regardless of circumstance. The friend was there to watch over, just in case. Not that any New Noble would lose themselves so completely that they put themself in danger. The friend was simply to take care of the mundaneties so as not to break the flow of connection to inner promptings.
Eluminia's concentration deepened, “Do you Dare to Care? Or is "caring" transactional...” She seemed to be speaking to someone from her past. Biella suspected as much, but wasn't sure.
Eluminia's immersed conversation continued, “Spirituality is not out there, somewhere! Spirituality is an Inside job! Tend to Your Spirit...” She answered herself, seeming to speak on behalf of the other, “How do I tend to my spirit?”
“Being Attentive to The Moment and maintaining Positive Energy in that Moment!”
Shifting in the seat, Eluminia's body changing slightly as she switched characters in her internal dialogue. She expressed this inner conversation out loud. “Manage the Mood within each Moment,” she said with Determined Resolve.

She adapted to the posture of a third party observer, “Folks Ridicule what they Choose to Not Acknowledge!“ Then back to herself, “Collaboration is the Key!” she affirmed, adding, “Present and Discerning. Spirituality,” extracting the key points.

Eluminia eased from her immersion, holding it's magic, lingering in both worlds. A smile of insight yielded, “We are all Lunatics living in a Mutually reinforced Reality,.“ Grinning at Biella, she finished, “Commitment is a Game Changer!”

“Indeed. Indeed it is,” agreed Biella. Eluminia's ability to commit was extraordinary.
“Very much depends on what we Commit to,” Biella added soberly.
“Eating from The Tree,” said Eluminia, slightly confusing Biella, then pointing to a tree on the ground. An incongruous fruit tree out in the desert. “Tree of Life Temples,” grinned Eluminia, her imagination now blossoming. A relief from the intensity she had been immersed in. Eluminia focused on re-balancing her energies.
“Reminds me of that city we visited, the one with the giant tree right there in the very middle of the city. It was so extraordinary, so incongruous,” Biella remembered.
“I think a lot of the time we get in the way of our own Goodness...” Eluminia said, then immediately switched tracks. Biella could see the internal shift projected onto her face. “Engage your Sense of Wonder,” Eluminia declared. This last a title, a heading. Biella waited.

Activating the small Comm in the Glider Eluminia commanded, “Horsing Around.” 
The Comm obliged. Biella was to be treated to a Captioned slide-show. A novel innovation to The Consolidation delighting Biella. Eluminia had to have had the pictures associated to her captions. She wondered what the project had been. The first image held their gaze:
“Courtship.” Eluminia said this with some emotion.
Biella was not sure if it was Positive or... she didn't want to pursue other options, unless she had to.
“Butterfly Ball.” Eluminia smiled...
Adding: “Butterfly.”
“The Heart is the Generator,” she said directly to Biella, “Actions/words have potency when the heart and mind is aligned.” Touching Biella's arm affectionately, she whispered, “Welcome to My Dream.”

“Gazebo Love.” Biella wondered at that one. It was so incongruous. “For later,” she silently noted to the Comm via her implant.
“True Anonymity is Complete Transparency,” Eluminia said, “Extrapolate - Envision - Create.” A deep breath as if she felt a pressure building. Then rapidly:
“Ethical Strategy!”
“Zoom out - Think - then Act/speak.”
“Lead by walking backwards.”
“The Mighty Pause.”
“Take a moment's Pause then Proceed.” Not heeding her own admonitions the flood continued:
“Kindness, Diplomacy, Tact - the hallmarks of Ethical Strategy.”
“Hey! What are you doing here?” The Comm took this as a command of sorts, immediately removing the picture currently showing even though it had been appropriate. If the Comm could be confused, it would have been. Eluminia again addressed the Comm, it had become a proxy, “Show up and Be Present: Commitment is a Radical Game-changer - most Enlivening.” She gave it a thumbs up.

Biella chuckled, fully engaged in the spirit of the Consolidation. The friend was there to witness. Biella would do exactly that. She set aside any ideas, pre-conceptions, guesses, or discernments which came to her. She would observe.
“There Isn't anything Wrong - just Areas of Development,” Eluminia smiled warmly at the Comm, “and Opportunity for Refinement.”
“Glimpse Worlds...” A command again.
“May Worlds gently Merge and the Largesse of our Spirit reign.”
“May our Hearts and Minds Dance in the Flowering of The Grand Beneficence.”
“Hello Heart! Divine Spark!”
The word Spark inflamed Eluminia, “Hopelessness leads to Spitefulness and meanness - Always allow for Hope.” She made an effort to get her good mood back, quoting: "'The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.'” and another: “'Starve the ego - feed the soul'”
Something spoke to Eluminia, her head cocked as she repeated what she had been asked: “Do you Respect The Universe's Trust in You?” It didn't seem like she wanted to answer. The question had evidently been asked with some problem attached to it, “Convoluted use of Language is the result of Lack of Awareness,” Eluminia observed, almost a rebuke. “Condescending Attitudes, however subtle, stem from Lack of Awareness.” Whoever had asked that question of Eluminia had other agendas. She battled her memories, along with the attached attitudes and emotions. Determination etched her face, she was not going to repeat those moods.

Neutrally, with a studied de-emphasis, she let out, “Assume the Positive. Assume that folks understand, have that be the starting point and make adjustments from there as needed.”
Turning away from her memory Eluminia addressed the Universe, “The root of all little evils is Lack of Awareness. So not so little after all, Awareness is a big deal!” Animated now she added, “Awareness equals Efficiency.”
Eluminia returned to her core. Biella could see her eyes moving, as if she was scanning, “Patience is such a Stupendous Virtue! Thanks to All my Patient Friends.“ Perhaps this was addressed to her internal Aspects.
The glider wobbled, Eluminia had released the auto pilot, controlling the glider with body movements. She dipped her barely-outstretched arms, the glider swooped. Eluminia let the expansiveness in her heart stream out:

“Yes! The World is Holy! The World is our Friend...when we Love the World we Feel the World Loving us.”
“Life is Love. We are Love. Just Love.”
“Just Be. (Love)”
“To the degree that we are off-kilter reveals our self-distortion of our Love.”
“Be the Love. Be Yourself - your Best Self!“
“Love is who and what you are! Why be anything else?!”
“Love is Coherent!”
“A Coherent System is a Wholesome System.”
“Flowers Nourish Us in Exquisite Ways.”
“Lack of Positivity can sometimes masquerade as Positivity.”
“The seemingly negative can sometimes obfuscate the Positive.”
“Miss Perception gives birth to misperception.” She smiled at this.
“Meditation and the Practice of Generosity.”
“'Where there is love, there are seeds of hope. Where there is peace, there is no resistance.'”
“'What uplifts one person assists the many.'”
“Love Heals... Soothes...and Buoys.”
“Embrace/Accept Yourself.”
Biella absorbed this torrent of Positivity with Joy, delighting in The Consolidation at work. Eluminia's waving short-wing arms had set the glider in an uneven spiral. The ground rose to meet them. Eluminia expertly danced her arms and the glider into a soft landing on a sandy part of the desert, their spirits adjusting to the power of the earth's hot dry welcome.
Continued in part three...

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Continued from Part 2 : https://is.gd/2mH4dr

L: - "..."

The Young Man: - 'Testing and Checking! I set about checking my hypothesis, what it was to me at that stage. I guess I had an inbuilt humility, that went along with an inbuilt ability to question the world. I mean when I look back now it amazes me. I can write about it only because I am so disconnected by time from that boy I can be more objective. In the objectivity is an amazement at what these mindsets came from. They were just out there some of them.
Of course later I made concerted efforts to acquire mindsets and abilities, but those two, among some others, were there from the get go.'

L: - "You brought them with you!"

The Young Man: - 'Yes! So it seems. But lol don't side-track me with that story. I made a post about it - couple I think.
Anyway, so I set off with my hypothesis and proceeded to check it out. To see how valid it was. I started by asking people what they thought Perfection was. Haha, I knew so clearly I had to ask randomly, without revealing why, so I could get accurate answers which weren't influenced by my agenda. I knew that then!'

L: - "OK lol ..."

The Young Man: - 'I encountered more of what I had already heard. Just in detail. That field study was most illuminating!'

L: - "You are sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me Happy when skies are gray .. (On right now. :) )"

The Young Man: - 'Oh YAY! Yes you are that. (heart)

Yeah, it's a massive lol to me now. I knew if I said why, they would try and present arguments to me to counter what I had come up with. But this is not so amazing really. Remember that was in a very conservative culture at the time. "Ideas" was almost a dirty word. People who had "Ideas" were seen as being full of themselves. And egotistical.'

L: - "(Heart) Hahaha teehee."

The Young Man: - 'Also, there was a very specific big deal unspoken undercurrent Perspective: The 11th Commandment: "THOU SHALT NOT QUESTION!!"'

L: - "Wow ...don't ask why!"

The Young Man: - 'This had always stuck with me. It went against me, to my core. From the earliest that was just *Wrong.*
Oh, that, thou shalt not question, is prevalent in all very conservative societies. Because questions threaten stability. Questions are change. Questions expose. Many reasons.'

L: - "oooohh ....

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch1-Part-4-e2gcl7


Continued from Part 3: https://is.gd/225eFE
L: - "Haha yeah......

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Seeds-of-Goodness-e2glsn

"The light knows not darkness, for everywhere it goes, there is light." - The Ancient One
Coming along the base of the massive cliff range, wedged between the high rock walls and the river, Biella walked with the Group. “I brought you here, far from everything, to tell you a story, a particular fable. Not a typical tale. This one has to be watered:”

The Ancient One and His Grave
I watched him as he sat there on the bench.
I, the Solitary Tree, him, The Ancient one.
There I watched him, on that bench in the middle of nowhere, in my shade. I watched him, day after day, as he sat there, holding time. Waiting. Waiting for what knows who. I watched him watch the horizons. I watched him watch his grave.
He had dug that grave so long ago. Even the shovel had long since disappeared. But the grave stayed open. Waiting for the Ancient One. Watching him.
I watched them. Waiting. I knew not for what, but I waited. Waiting is Me – for I am the Solitary Tree.
I did not see the others come. How they crossed the plains to come toward the bench, I know not, but they had come. Two angels, dressed as nuns. They sat down beside him, each taking hold a hand. The Ancient One transformed....

*
“Behold!” I did spake. I am ancient, I am the one waiting. “Behold, angels, behold what thee doth do.” They did not hear me. They did not hear me yet. Perhaps I did need speak a more recent tongue. “Know this angels, that on this day, in this hour, you have meant more and done more for me than any my entire life. For this I have been waiting.”
They did not comprehend. Their simple act, simple to them, profound to me. “A seed,” I did say. “A seed.” Perhaps they did think me addled, yet they listened. “Whence comes the seed?” They look upward, into the mighty tree rising into the heavens above. I shook my head.
“Watch,” I commanded. My stare to the horizon. Staring into the soft breeze coming toward us I directed with my eyes. I still had some power. They saw the speck, the speck on the horizon. I went in, closer, and closer still. They saw the tiny seed, saw it coming over the horizon. That kernel of promise carried ever so gently by the breeze. Potential Goodness carried for so long by destiny.
I opened my hand, releasing it from the angel to my left. I placed it on my knee, palm beckoning to the sky. We sat still. Watching. Watching and waiting. We watched that seed. Closer and closer it drifted. I held my hand. It would come.
Come it did. Landing delicately in my palm as the breeze died. A foretelling. There was the seed. On my palm. “Whence comes this seed?” I asked the angels again. They felt the Solitary Tree. They felt the horizon, they felt the World, but they were unsure. I smiled.
“I have been waiting for you,” I promised these hearts. “Know this angels, your simple act is a seed. It has grown in me. It grows in me. It will grow in me. You do not see. But you can know.” They still did not understand.
“You only see the seed,” I said unto them. “You only see the part. You have removed the seed from the tree.“ This profoundness did not yet sprout. “The tree too is More. It is more than its leaves and branches and roots.” I let this grow.
“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree,” I enfolded that soulful giant into the embrace of my heart, where the angels now did live. “How many seeds has the Solitary tree produced in the ages it has stood here?” I demanded. “Countless,” said the angel to my left. “Innumerable,” said the angel to my right. “Yes,” I said, “More. Yet here it stands, alone.” Their eyes widened. The obvious is not always obvious, even to angels. They too have to learn.
“Yet you also have come from elsewhere. You are not from here. You have seen other trees. Many. Doubtless you have seen the children of the Solitary Tree.” The heavens did then drench us as that mighty heart did weep. “Yes,” the angels nodded. “It is so,” they confirmed in unison.
“We see only the seed,” I said again. “We think it is all about the seed. But, I ask you, what does it take to produce this tiny Gift?” I did not let them answer. “Consider your action, your small insignificant action of taking a moment to be with an Ancient One waiting by his Grave. It is a result of you. Yet, what produced it?” Again I did not let them respond. “Your act of largesse comes from you. From the *All* of you.”

“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree. Does this tiny seed come from a leaf?” Now I waited. Their heads shook. “Does it come from a twig?” Their heads shook. “Does it come from a branch, from a mighty branch, from the trunk, from the roots?” I questioned them. “No,” they said, beginning to understand. “The tiny seed comes from the whole. It takes all of the mighty Solitary Tree to produce this one tiny seed.”

“Ah...” I breathed, “So it is with your small act. It connects me to the all of you.” Their eyes widened again. “Yet that is not all there is to this,” I promised them once more.

I closed my hand around that splendid consequence. “Come,” I bade them. “It is time. My waiting is over.” I did lead them to my grave, where I did lie down. “Please cover me,” I requested of the angels. Their solemn nods did send me to my treasured sleep.

*

I watched them. The angels and the Ancient One, there by the Grave. I watched the Ancient One breathe his last of here. I watched the angels cover him with Earth. Using their hands, they did tenderly caress the earth to clothe him. Sweet it was. Touching. The angels moved me.
I helped. Adding to the grave with leaves. Then they were gone, the angels. As if they had never been. All I had was myself and the Grave. The Ancient One had been speaking to me. This I knew. What had been his meaning?
I considered what I had heard. My seed was me. I had recognised my seed. It had travelled all the way around the world to land in the palm of the Ancient One. Incredible. But I had recognised it. The seed was me. I was in the seed. Wait, *All* of me was in my seed. I considered.

The angels had said they had seen my children. The children who are me. The children I have never seen. They were angels. They could not lie. I had Trust. It was all I could do. Trust my children grew. I knew not where, I knew not how, but I had to Trust they grew.
Joy arose in me. I realised it did not matter. If my children grew or not, it did not matter! This was Profound. I realised they *Could* exist elsewhere. That was enough. I smiled down to my roots. The angels had not realised this about themselves. Perhaps they will, when they encounter my children which might exist.
It did not matter. I was alone no longer.
The End.

*
Biella had been climbing up a narrow stair-path cut into the cliff. They came now to a wider area near the top. A viewing vista cut into the rock. From this enclosure they peered over the surface onto the great plain. The Solitary Tree arose majestically from that exquisite expanse, filling their eyes. It was all they could see where rock did not block their view. That vast empty plain, the Solitary Tree, and a bench.
“It exists!!” Sighed Aki.

They stared at the Solitary Tree. The marvel of its existence magical.
The enclosure was open only on the side of the bench and the Tree. Rock walls behind and to the sides. To the right a small path cut deeply through the stone. Biella led them along it. Once more rock shielded their view. This path opened into another vista.

“Wait,” said Biella, holding up her hand like a field commander. “Prepare yourselves,” she instructed without explanation. Then stepped into the vista, facing the plain. The view opened up to now show *Two* mighty Trees.

“Oh my!' sighed Ursula.

“Behold,” smiled Biella, “The Solitary Tree. And, the Ancient One.”
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*
Continued in Chapter 2.

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[In honour of Election day...]

Biella continued, "[...] ...one cannot take age as a factor. The Young Man was sixteen at this time. A powerful reminder sensibility is independent of age. Anyone, at any time can come to sensible Perspectives. Of course depends considerably on Intent and motivation. This change in the YM, and it's consequences, his understandings and insights, his Application of it, and at that age, had consequences. Much later, not in his time, but from an idea of his, led to a *maximum* age for politicians. In most of the Agglomeration the *maximum* age to enter office is twenty-five, as most of you know. But most do not know it's rooted in this incident."
Ursula held up a hand, more to herself, but also in a hopeful way, as if she wanted to put the entire world on hold just then, deeply immersed in this idea. Biella, with a meaningful glance directed the Group's Attention to Ursula. Seeing her holding that Pause, they would Understand why Biella was not continuing.
She sent a text note to all via her implant while waiting for Ursula: [The convo of the YM about Terese is long and complex. I want to break it up. Loses much when it's all in one go, too much. I'm deliberately digressing. :) ]
"A big jump," Ursula said, “To think of politicians being *at most* twenty-five years old. I had wondered how come many the Agg officials were so young. I'm assuming this applies mostly to elected positions? Yes?"
"Yes," Biella said, leaving Ursula to fill it out.
"I'm taking my cue from the YM. Rearranging the elements of the equation,. Coming at it all from the other side. Simply taking it as a given it's a good idea. This makes my mind immediately leap to seeing *why* exactly it would be good. I'm thinking of this in the context of my old home world."
"I can see that that age, is when people are most idealistic. When they are truly motivated by what we would want those in charge to be motivated by. And to counter the lack of experience argument, one only has to look at those who achieved great success in life. They were all most capable at a young age. Furthermore, since there's no future in it, can only be undertaken for good reasons." 
Ursula was thoughtful.

"But then again, could also be done to establish a reference for later. But that too would be good motivation. One would have to do a good job even if one was purely motivated by ambition, otherwise the reference would not mean much."
"I suppose there is always the possibility for corruption. But in an environment that's predominantly filled with the idealistic, the eager and the genuine, it's very difficult for other mindsets to thrive. They stand out way too much."
Ursula wasn't done yet, "When it comes to political problems, one wants those who have the energy and belief that nothing is impossible to deal with such problems. Because they inevitably are not impossible, it's merely the belief they are so, or the perception of the enormity of the task, which inhibits efforts being made to deal with it. All of which the youth have no problem tackling. It's brilliant. They would be willing to innovate, to try different things. And in my experience, when youth is given true responsibility, they are actually exceedingly careful with it."
Ursula smiled a massive smile, "It's brilliant!!! So tell me, I'm assuming it works well, judging by things. But please tell me how it is."
Biella smiled back, enjoying Ursula. "Yes, works exceptionally well. The youth become interested in social issues and develop a broader perspective from an early age. They initially had some adjusting to do, but that was a long time ago. On worlds such as yours Ursula, there would be a gradual phasing in. Mostly though, for worlds new to the Agg, when they could see the clear success of it, they're mostly happy to switch over right away, even knowing there'd be problems initially. The ideal seems to be to announce the decision to switch for about five years, sending all the youth who are interested to other worlds to participate in programs specifically for this end. The NN have a large hand in many such programs."
Biella finished with the key aspects of this different political Philosophy. “The training is to highlight the importance and significance of *Character,* as elections focus on *Character* first, then abilities, competence, and specific skills. The special skills would revolve around Awareness, Discernment and Understanding. Motivation and earnest interest counts for much.”

“No elections or campaigns are decided on a candidate's stance on issues. The system is geared to *Representation* and thus the office holder is selected for their ability to *represent,* not push an agenda based on personal ideology, which might not be representative.”

“Thus before office is held, there's training on how to determine constituent issues. How to set up polls, how to invite perspectives, how to root out issues and problems, and most important, how to run referendums. Although those are mostly taken care of by career admins. Almost all political activity is settled and determined via referendum. The politician's task is to bring referendums to the Attention of their constituency and manage them, then act on the results.”

“Any citizen can institute a referendum via signature collection. The mechanisms of office are pretty simple. Anyone really can manage the office, doesn't take much. The key element is resolution proposal. *That's* what youth energy is needed for. The interest and the honest and earnest desire to find *Actual* solutions and resolutions. Youth vigour is a key ingredient in doing the work involved, the research, the checking it out, putting together proposals and presentations which then are decided on via referendum. So, really, when one comes to actual real implemented democracy, one does not actually want someone in office who is there to make decisions on one's behalf, that's not democracy, but sanctioned temporary dictatorship.”
“Matters of administration, are, well, administrative, tending to be formulaic and don't necessarily require all that much. However, in all aspects where real power and influence could be involved, like say tenders for construction projects, those too are decided by referendum.”

"In the Agg, politics, which really is not thought of as such, but as Social Consciousness, is more akin to social media, as one's participation in the process is a daily ongoing affair, part of one's online activities. Participation an element of everyone's job, the job of being a citizen, which pays via UBI.”

“It's all connected,” said Ursula, “The political system becomes vastly simplified because the incentives for corruption have been removed, and most of the problems related to crime, because the incentive has been deactivated, via UBI. Cascades...”

“Yes indeed Ursula, that interconnected resolution is profound, one simple change affecting the entirety of society, leading to an incredible simplification, make admin, and politics, a fairly simple matter.” Biella grinned, “So you see, making the maximum age for a politician twenty-five is not such a risk at it would appear at first.”

“Ha, no, fascinating...”

"But back to the Young Man's story," Biella said, "He had more to say on...
Extracted from: The Young Man's Story

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“This chapter is an extended digression,” Biella informs the Group. “But, it's handy backstory for the environment the YM grew up in. What's most interesting is how, later, he came to see much metaphor in this historical recounting. Also, he noted, to himself, his account of the history was based on his schooling, an account which at the time he had no reasons to doubt. He purposely related an un-updated account, sharing what had been his perspective at the time of the YYM.”
Nora grins, “Thoughtful of him.”
“Yes, however, as ever, be careful of inference and assumption, the usual, as usual, does not apply.”

5/8, 7:24pm
The Young Man: - Back to the next incident.

L: - “Listening...”

The Young Man: - This one happened on one of the first days of school. The town we lived in until age nine was very small. Right in the heart of nowhere. The town was mainly Afrikaans speaking, with literally only a handful of English speaking families. I only knew of one other family at the time which was English speaking who had kids. One slightly younger than me. Strangely enough our families weren't friends. I barely knew that boy.

L: - “Were your parents from Britain? Expats?”

The Young Man: - Friendliness between English and Afrikaans speaking kids was not always a given.

No  - Both my parents' ancestry is South African. My father's side ancestry goes back to the very first white settlers to arrive in Southern Africa. Before even blacks came to be in that part of the continent. They were migrating in from the north at the time of what is now South Africa. Thus I have more South African ancestry than many black South Africans. :)
Both my parent's fathers for many generations were born in South African but both my grandmothers had been from England. Hence English as the home language. It had been so for a few generations.

L: - “Wow... That history, fascinating story.”
“

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Continued from Ch 3: https://is.gd/6D70sZ

Biella left off from her immersion into telling the Young Young Man's story for a moment and said, “The Young Man here switches to a different, temporary way of relating what had transpired. A mechanism he used in order to connect back to either a memory or a thread once he had lost connection. He knew moving from the Abstract to the particular would eventually draw him back in as needed.” Biella smiled fondly. She enjoyed the variations of style from the Young Man. “Let's continue with the story...”

5/9, 5:03am
The Young Man: - To get back to the Story...

We were last coming to another impactful incident, but to recap...

The story flowed out of a reading discussion and we were talking about Carlos' books and how I had pulled the Concepts of Values from my Great Reading Project and particularly from Carlos and how I had arranged those on a spreadsheet and sorted them by topic, category and concepts. You remarked, "Ah that's how it all started,” and I had to point out that was an *end,* not a start, and how it had really started the Day the Light-Bulb Exploded. There were some relevant incidents before that day also which were Shared.

I explained what had happened that day which set me on a Path with a Powerful Motivation toward *my* definition of Perfection which I had figured out to be:

"Perfection: the condition, from which, if one had the power to change anything at all, one would choose not to do so."

This led me to think about how exactly to get there, which led me to consider what I would need to improve in myself, which led to an analysis which culminated in an Understanding of the importance and necessity of expanding Awareness, and of Being Aware, all the time

The in-depth insight into Awareness led to an Understanding that for the society I was in at the time, expanding Awareness and making an effort specifically to be *more* Aware was simply not a deliberate focus. This connected to the relevance of telling you about another incident which happened on one of the earliest days of school, when I was six.

The town we lived in at the time, about five thousand inhabitants in the white part, had only one school, for all grades, representing an entire district and thus fairly large as schools went.

A predominantly Afrikaans speaking town with only a handful of English-speaking families such as ours. I only knew of one other family which had an English-speaking child my age. A residual animosity lingered between English and Afrikaans which occasionally found expression. Wasn't a particularly big deal, but children will sometimes find something to make an issue out of for no good reason, especially when looking for reasons to support some kind of superiority or distinctiveness. However, a potential threat and risk to be aware of and pay attention to.

The schooling only in Afrikaans due to the predominance. Which had the benefit of leading to bilingualism for me. But Afrikaans is not a language I enjoyed speaking, even less thinking in.


On that day at school, the one English-speaking boy my age, who strangely enough was not a friend, got into trouble. He had other siblings, but our families didn't know each other either. No particular reason. Except to mention those relationships were not influenced by language. I have only focused on the language issue because it comes into the incident. But minimal, yet something to keep in mind as a child.

The trouble was from a senior, he was bullying this boy in one of the bathrooms. Doing so for no other reason than the boy was "English." From a first grader's perspective, I remember, the senior practically an adult. I still remember my amazement that the senior would even bother to come and bully a child in first grade. (Called Sub-A then.) I thought it made the senior very foolish, and, childish. Made no sense whatsoever even within the bully logic.

He hadn't done very much to the other boy when another senior came along, one who was sort-of English speaking. He never spoke English that I ever heard, but somehow that was an idea for me. I don't also know from which family he could have been. But the school had large boarding school facilities for the many kids from farms.

The "English" senior told off the bully saving the other boy, and likely me. Kinda scolding the bully for being so ridiculous in the process. Not sure if he specifically said anything, but that's the impression I received from him, confirming mine, that it was absurd and idiotic. Even though I'd not been focused on by the bully yet, but had been a distinct probability. Interestingly enough my memory has no personal fear or stress in it at all. Only observation.

It's an interesting memory for me as it does not exactly correlate to its impact. The English senior told the other young boy and I to watch ourselves and be careful and not to be in the bathrooms alone. More like he said, “What are you doing here by yourselves, as English boys, and young boys, that's silly, you should know better.” Not in those words, but my read of that senior's meaning at the time. That was it and he left.

Now comes the curious part for me. I cannot remember specific details much, but that incident led to a direct Awareness, right there, still in that bathroom, of the keen necessity for the Strategic Consideration of Difference, as I'd now call it. It's difficult for me to precisely articulate the complexity and sophistication of the Awareness which came to me there in that bathroom. That's about as close as I have every come to a concise definition. There's so much to it all and on many layers. This Understanding had not come directly, many steps flashed by almost instantaneously, through implication. We were different, which was okay, but couldn't be so un-strategically. It's not what we *were,* which the senior admonished us about, but what we were *showing.*

I clearly came to Understand one's individual person and one's social person were two separate instances of oneself. Used differently. Also a very clear Understanding individual did *NOT* mean secret. Not at all. I have to Emphasize this strongly. I had understood from reading that senior, what we *showed,* in that particular circumstance, was the issue.

Individual-Person was simply what one liked personally, what's of interest, private thoughts and so on. Social-Person, how one was in public situations. I was keenly aware of this as a most most important distinction. The entire Understanding which flashed into me, was about being Appropriate. I did not know the word then, but I clearly understood the Concept. The Understanding was of how behaving according to one's individual person was not a good idea in public and most social situations. Decidedly *not* a good idea because it would get one into trouble and would be not-good.

I'm trying to formulate the wording as close as it would've been at the time, if I were to have explained my Understanding, the Awareness I was having. But those words would have been inadequate without the word Appropriate. What I would have described was exactly what Appropriateness is. That was the clear Understanding without the word specifically. It's most interesting and fascinating to me how one can have such a distinct, clear, and to me then, *acute,* Understanding of a concept without a specific word or phrase for it. A *Knowing* for me. I Understood precisely and also *knew.* I was Aware, fully, of what Appropriateness meant in this regard.

Another aspect to that Awareness infused me there in that bathroom, my individual side was *not* a secret. Simply something I was in my own time. If anyone were to ask about it, I'd be happy to share. A clear and distinctive part of the Appropriateness Awareness from the incident.

On the public side, I didn't have a specific feeling of needing to be in any particular or certain way. But there was a clear and certain knowledge that being individual could at times cause trouble. Again, it was very clear to not ever hide anything, but simply not to show what wasn't needed. This was very strong.

Also a clear Implication it was *not* about being false or fake or phony in any way. The public side was just that, a side. A true side. But simply a side which was shown because of the Sensibility involved. Not because it was "put on" in any way. Many ways existed to be true and real. None were fixed. It was whatever it was. The only requirements were to be Sensible about when to be in certain ways, and Understanding the Need to learn to be flexible and adaptable. A clear knowing that one's person was *Not* something which was fixed.

Continued in Ch 4 part 2...


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