The Holographic Universe

A certain theory has gained some popularity in certain scientific circles, and that is
the notion that nothing is “real”, but that a giant computer, somewhere, controls everything…and no matter how “real” our pain, our pleasure, our emotions feel,they are generated and pre-programmed.

This is just one of many articles coming out about it…

” If a friend told you that we were all living in a giant hologram, you’d probably tell him to lay off the kush. But incredibly, physicists across the world are thinking the same thing: That what we perceive to be a three-dimensional universe might just be the image of a two-dimensional one, projected across a massive cosmic horizon.

Yes, it sounds more than a little insane. The 3D nature of our world is as fundamental to our sense of reality as the fact that time runs forward. And yet some researchers believe that contradictions between Einstein’s theory of relativity and quantum mechanics might be reconciled if every three-dimensional object we know and cherish is a projection of tiny, subatomic bytes of information stored in a two-dimensional Flatland.

“If this is true, it’s a really important insight,” Daniel Grumiller, a theoretical physicist at the Vienna University of Technology, told me over the phone. Grumiller, along with physicists Max Riegler, Arjun Bagchi and Rudranil Basu, recently published the very first study offering evidence that the so-called “holographic principle”—that certain 3D spaces can be mathematically reduced to 2D projections—might describe our universe.”

Now, at first, this seems NUTS…but I heard recently about something that makes it seem NOT so nuts. First, they apparently have invented holograms that we can touch.

Well, that’s fine enough, but the newest thing is that they are developing holograms
that can touch, interact, with “the real world”. The have invented holograms that not only can you TOUCH, but the hologram can REACT to your touch.

Now, imagine there is some central point and that an entity or intelligent energy,
that has been working for millions of years. In say, a few thousand years, or even a million years, a very intelligent “controller” for wont of a better term, it could create a world in which we are merely characters who THINK we have free will….but we don’t. We know that our genes control much of what and who we are….and many believe genes control such things as what foods one likes, whether one smokes or not, all kinds of things.

They had a pair of identical twins…one was raised by Jewish people, one was raised by
Nazis. Remember, these were not fraternal, these were identical twins. Their incredible story was carried in many media outlets. Here’s just one

” A man approached. A strangely familiar man. “What a nerve, someone is wearing my face,” Mr. Yufe (pronounced YOO-fee) recalled thinking in an interview with Nancy L. Segal for her 2005 book, “Indivisible by Two: Lives of Extraordinary Twins.”

The German stranger, Oskar Stöhr, was his identical twin, born with him in Trinidad in 1933 but taken by their mother to Germany that year when her relationship with their father, Josef Yufe, unraveled.

Raised apart, with virtually no contact, the brothers lived drastically different lives. Jack spent his childhood in Trinidad and Venezuela, served in the Israeli Navy, worked on a kibbutz and, following his father to the San Diego area as a young man, ran a variety store in San Ysidro.

Oskar grew up in a small town in the Sudetenland. He was raised as a Roman Catholic, joined the Hitler Youth and, after the war, worked as a coal miner and a welder in the Ruhr, where he married and had two children.

In 1979 their wildly disparate experiences earned them admission into a pioneering study at the University of Minnesota devised to understand the relative importance of nature versus nurture in human development by studying twins separated at birth and reared by different families. The bizarre list of their shared traits and tics made them celebrities, the subject of the 1995 German documentary film “Oskar and Jack” and an endless source of fascination for journalists intrigued by shared behavior that, it seemed, could be attributed only to genetic inheritance. How else to explain why both twins scratched their heads with their ring finger, or why they both thought it was funny to sneak up on strangers and sneeze loudly?

“Jack and Oskar clearly have the greatest differences in background I have ever seen among identical twins reared apart,” Thomas J. Bouchard Jr., the director of the Minnesota Study of Twins Reared Apart, told The New York Times Magazine in 1979. “No question about it. Their differences are overwhelming: different religions, different languages, different qualities of child rearing.”

Mr. Yufe died on Monday in San Diego. He was 82. His daughter Anita Yufe said the cause was complications of stomach cancer.

Jack Yufe was born on Jan. 16, 1933, in Port of Spain, Trinidad, where his father had emigrated in 1929 from Romania.

On the voyage over, he fell in love with a fellow passenger, a German woman named Elizabeth Stöhr, known as Liesel. Two years later the couple had a daughter, Sonja, and two years after that they had twin boys. Jack, known as Jackie, was named for the boxer Jack Sharkey; Oskar, known as Ossi, for one of Liesel’s relatives.

Six months after the twins were born, Liesel, fed up with Josef’s womanizing and heavy drinking, ended the relationship. She scooped up Sonja and the more sensitive, fussy Oskar and returned to Germany. There her mother, who changed Oskar’s last name, had him baptized a Catholic and inherited parental duties when Liesel took a job as a nursemaid in Milan.

A strict Catholic and a harsh disciplinarian, Liesel’s mother made it clear to Oskar, when he asked her to explain what a Jew was, that he was never to repeat the word again. In school, when his principal asked him what sort of a name Yufe was — his sister had kept their last name — he replied that it was French, with an accent, pronounced yoo-FAY. Toward the end of the war, like most German children, he joined the Hitler Youth.

Jack, meanwhile, experienced his own brand of isolation, being Jewish (although secular) and white in predominantly black and Indian Trinidad, where the main religions were Christianity and Hinduism. At 7, he was told that he had a twin brother in Germany. Jack and Oskar both later said that during the war they had been haunted by the idea that they might one day meet on the battlefield, with one killing the other.

After the war, Liesel wrote to Josef asking for help and proposing a family reconciliation. But Josef, who had married a winner of the Miss Trinidad contest in the meantime, did not respond. Jack sent care packages of sugar and other island products.

At 13, Jack joined the Sea Scouts, an entry point for boys who wanted to join the British Navy. “I had to be very pro-British,” he told Professor Segal. “In my mind, being a Sea Scout lessened the importance of having a German mother.”

Instead, encouraged by an aunt in Venezuela who had survived the concentration camps, he went to Israel, where he worked on a kibbutz, served as a flagship sergeant in the Israeli Navy and married an American, Ona Hirsch, who urged him to make contact with his German family.

That marriage ended in divorce. In addition to his daughter Anita, known as Ani, Mr. Yufe, who lived in Bonita, Calif., is survived by his wife, Ruth Vega; his daughters Rehova Reader, known as Hovi, and Devra Gregory; a son, Kenneth; two stepchildren, René and Enrique Vega; two half sisters, Natasha and Paula; a half brother, Peter; four grandchildren; and one great-granddaughter.

The 1954 reunion was awkward. Oskar spoke almost no English at the time. Jack relied on Yiddish and an interpreter to bridge the gap. Because Liesel had remarried, to a man with neo-Nazi views, Oskar told his brother to take the name tags off his luggage and hide his Jewish identity. After a week, they parted ways with a cool handshake.

“We could not renew a love that was never there to begin with,” he told Professor Segal. “My twin was a stranger to me.”

In 1979, Ona read an article in People magazine about the Minnesota Twin Family Study and encouraged her husband to volunteer, along with his brother. The two families had stayed in touch, minimally, with holiday postcards. This was an opportunity to develop a real relationship.

When Jack met Oskar at the airport in Minneapolis, he once again found himself looking in a mirror. Both men had short, neatly trimmed mustaches and rectangular wire-rim eyeglasses, rounded at the corners. They both wore blue shirts with epaulets and military-style pockets. Their receding hairlines matched.

Over the next 20 years, until Oskar’s death in 1997, the brothers visited each other and took vacations together, while submitting to the weeklong battery of physical and psychological tests administered by the study. Professor Bouchard immediately noticed that both brothers had the same gait and the same way of sitting in chairs. Their family members, over the years, picked up on other things.

Both men loved butter and spicy food. Both flushed the toilet before and after using it. Both read the endings of books first. Both wrapped tape around pens and pencils to get a better grip. Both spoke at precisely the same rate, despite their different languages.

“I always thought that I picked up my nervous habits, like fidgeting with other people’s rubber bands and paper clips from my father. He’s the same way,” Jack said.

“We were all fascinated,” his daughter Ani said in a telephone interview. “They were very competitive, always trying to one-up each other, like finding the best hotel on a vacation.” They learned to avoid certain topics, like the war or religion.

Over time, they inched toward something like a brotherly relationship.

“The warmth came when they bonded over practical jokes,” Ani said. On a trip to Trinidad, while the two were riding in a taxi, Jack spotted an old friend and told Oskar to jump out and give him a big greeting. “A minute later, Jack got out of the taxi and the man said, ‘Oh, Lord, it’s two Jackies.’ ”

It was almost the truth. Speaking to Professor Segal, Jack recalled a strange remark that Oskar made to him: “If we had been switched, I would have been the Jew, and you would have been the Nazi.” “

The sad thing is that they tried to become friends, but the one raised by Nazis had been SO indoctrinated against Jews, he could never love his brother, and accept him fully as both his family and an equal. The Nazi twin did not go to his brother’s funeral, but he said he did it out of respect, because the family would be so stressed that their loved one was dead, but there he was (in appearance) alive.

It bothered the Nazi brother, i.e. that his Brother, was a Jew, and he had been raised to hate them, that they were evil…and yet, THIS Jew, when he looked at him, it was like a mirror…so how could he hate his own flesh and blood.

We started talking about a holographic universe…and, if so, if everything IS pre-programmed, one would think that if you just sat home, somehow, work would get accomplished…somehow the planet would keep functioning because the programmer
had pre-programmed it that way. There are also people who believe in pre-destination without the holographic world part.

I’ve  never been able to believe it. I have some German and Viking blood in my lineage,
and one thing the Vikings believed was that the “skein of your life is set when you are born” meaning, there is one thing pre-determined, and that is your day of death…everything else can be altered, changed, etc.

I believe that like my Viking ancestors did…that your death day is already set at the
day you are born. Like HL Mencken said…Life is a dead end street (I may have paraphrased)….daily….we are headed to the grave, and the event that takes us, is up to forces beyond us. Basketball players, given physicals and pronounced in excellent health, dropped dead the next day from “sudden cardiac death”.

People even survived the Plague..the Black Death. One physician contracted it himself,
and daily, drained the buboes, the swollen black areas under the arm, in the groin, on the neck. He lived and went on to try his best to find a cure.

One thing that DOES argue for perhaps external intervention is the fact that many, if not most of the most important discoveries, were the result of a mistake, or someone noticing something that no one else had paid attention to before. Moldy bread gave us penicillin…and that whole story, if you read, stressed the accidental nature of it.
   Alexander Fleming actually made not just one, but TWO mistakes…that ultimately gave
us a lifesaving antibiotic.

So, one might ask, was there an intervention when these fortuitous “mistakes” happened?
Was it pre-determined that the people who turned mistakes into inventions, did the wrong thing at the right time ?

Scientists have long made discoveries in odd ways. The periodic table of elements, that chart we who have taken chemistry have seen displayed on many walls, came to
Dmitri Mendeleev in a dream….completed…not just one or two elements, but the whole thing just like we have it. Other scientists have discovered things in dreams.

And, as we study the past more and more, digging up more of past civilizations, we often find things that we thought were first invented in the 1800s, that were actually invented, or versions of them, perhaps 2000 years ago.

We know, for example, that ancient healers or doctors, did in essence, brain surgery, or at least, skull surgery, called trepanation, where large circles or square holes, were cut in the skulls of people (who perhaps had excessive fluid in the cranium from trauma) and that many, if not the majority, survived this operation.

Trepanation is NOT an easy procedure…first, you are actually cutting through thick bone, which requires a very sharp, strong tool, BUT, you have to know exactly how far to cut so that you do not cut the brain or any surface vascular structures, and THAT begs the question…
not only HOW did they learn to do it, but also, given the environment back then, lack of sterile conditions, how did they avoid infection of the brain ?

There IS another “reason” for trepanation beyond relieving fluid from the brain. Some people believe trepanation allows you to reach higher states of consciousness. There is a video of a young women doing self trepanation, but instead, I will post this link about the topic.

One person to do the self trepanation to see if it allowed greater thinking was / is Amanda Fielding. Amanda met Bart Huges, a Dutch chemist, who not only had
researched trepanation for years, but had self trepanated (cut a hole in his own head). As a result, Amanda made a film, cutting her hair, then cutting a hole in her head.

I’ve read what Bart Huges wrote AND seen the film that some people call A Heartbeat in the Brain. Huges himself if a very interesting guy….. . He attended medical school at the University of Amsterdam, but they denied him a degree because of his advocacy of

When I read this work, he kept talking about the BBV or Blood Brain Volume…”The Mechanism of Brainbloodvolume (‘BBV’)” (also known as “Homo Sapiens Correctus”) is the actual book he wrote.

Now, you have to understand that he probably would have been given his MD license, if he had been quiet about marijuana.  Huges  died in 2004 of a heart attack. Bart seemed to have a two pronged approach to things. Number one, he thought people’s capacity to think, reason, invent, etc., was being constrained by the fact that the soft spot that babies have in their head, the fontanelle, closes up. The other thing he felt during his own trepanation was a great high, buzz, euphoria, etc.

There have been various people who have trepaned after Huges and Fielding. And, I might add that neither Huges
NOR Fielding wanted to have to perform the procedure on themselves, but they were dedicated to the idea that it would help them, and no surgeon would perform the trepanation. Now, going back to Huges buzz, he thought it was the result of freeing the Blood Brain volume….and although I cannot say he was wrong…from watching Amanda Fielding self trepanate, I believe the brain freaks out when you are watching yourself in the mirror, cut your hair, and then cut a hole. First off, your adrenals probably start cranking out adrenalin like crazy…continued