Russell Twyce

Human 2.0 – Infinite Longevity and Ultimate Freedom

really discover the rejuvenation secret of the Philosopher’s Stone in the 1300′s? From what history relates of Flamel’s life and beliefs, I surmise that Nicholas may well have actually achieved ultimate rejuvenation, longevity and eternal youth with the stone.

Is Nicholas Flamel alive today? Well, that is another matter. There were some awfully dangerous eras between then and now. Whether he is alive still  and young or not, the possibility of rejuvenation and infinite longevity from a philosopher’s stone lives on eternal.

The actual substance of the Philosopher’s Stone is important but the philosophy of it is the critical aspect.

Human 2.0 – People As Seen in 4-D

You see a photo of someone. It is in the two dimensions of height and width. Or is it really?

I recently read of a study where a group of people were shown a stack of photos. They were asked to separate the images into two stacks. One pile was for the person in the photo that they felt they might like if they met the pictured person. The other pile was for those persons who didn’t seem as someone they could relate to.

What the people in the study weren’t told is that half of the pictures were of people who were currently living, while the other half were of people who had passed on. Can you guess the result? By a very large margin, the pictures in the ‘I don’t think I would like‘ piles were of the dead people.

This suggests that even a supposedly 2-D image has a 4th dimension that extends beyond the realm of life. Now consider a living person who you meet in person. The person has height and width, as the photo does but there is also depth. But this living person is not simply like a holographic projection. He or she could be speaking, which you hear. They might be wearing perfume or cologne that you can smell. And you know that there are workings inside the person’s mind that also flavors the encounter. These add to the physical presence but those are not the 4-D that I’m describing.

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The person is more than height X width X depth. Just like in the photo study of dead vs living subjects, a human soul extends continuously into the spiritual dimension.

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Human 2.0 – I Say as I Do

The philosophy that Human 1.0 has enshrined is ‘Do as I say’ and that is too often accompanied by the rider ‘not as I do’. The Human 1.0 political and social structure is far too full of both the ‘do as I say’ and the ‘not as I do’. Human 2.0 can easily solve that by acknowledging the problem and taking the steps to fully remedy it.

The entire body of criminal law, tax law and highway law revolves around the ‘do as I say’ principle. Lawmakers presume (erroneously), that they have the authority to tell people what they cannot do and what they must do. Yet the lawmakers and the authority figures suppose that they can do whatever they choose.

Let me give you some examples of ‘do as I say’ and ‘not as I do’.

A president supports laws that forbid using a position of authority to elicit sexual favors then he manipulates a political intern into giving him oral sex in the oval office. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

A corporation’s accounting department dutifully reports employee income and remits the money to the government then the CEO fails to pay his fair share by hiding his compensation in stock options and the corporation shirks its obligation by seeking tax concessions and loop holes. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

A police car races through a red traffic light with his official flashers on then the officer switches off his lights and wheels into a coffee shop. ‘Do as I say, not as I do’.

Are these enough examples? I could provide countless more. The system is rife with examples because the system provides the opportunities for abuses. So what is the sane solution? What is the easy remedy?

Human 2.0 fixes problems at source. If we can make a system that resists abuses, instead of condoning and facilitating abuses, then the abuses will have to diminish.

Here is a Human 2.0 maxim – ‘A true solution has to fit the real problem’. [private_Chevron]In the case of the ‘do as I say, not as I do syndrome’, the easy fix involves simply eliminating the authority to enforce the ‘do as I say’ portion. Society can operate fine and in actual fact better, without laws. We don’t want a ‘government’: a ‘public administration’ is all really need.

Human 2.0 does NOT mean people are free to rape, murder and steal with impunity! The Human 2.0 public discipline system is simply based on protecting human rights, as opposed to law, which is founded on an unsustainable power to tell people what they must or mustn’t do. That simple change in the core philosophy completely fixes most of the ills in society.[/private_Chevron]

Example Short Story – Taming the Bully by Russell Twyce

Taming The Bully – From Nicholas Flamel’s Humanity Series

A gray-haired man stands beside a podium listening to a speech proclaiming his heroism, In a few minutes, he will be his nation’s highest award. He knows that while he has earned the medal, some merit belongs to someone he has not seen in many years. As the politician drones on, the uniformed man’s thoughts drift back in time.

The year was 1967 and Canada was celebrating 100 years of nationhood. Every classroom in the elementary school was decorated with the stylized maple leaf comprised of twelve triangles that each represent a Canadian province or territory. The one in the grade five classroom though, dwarfed them all: it was a five foot wooden structure and Derwood Covey was fiercely proud of it.

“My Dad is a carpenter.” Derwood bragged to all his classmates. “None of your dads could have made this so good.”

“With a sheet of plywood, a saw, a hammer, nails and a couple 2×4′s,” Nick Burns contradicted, “I could’ve built it myself.”

“Oh yah?” The larger boy asked threateningly. He stepped forward to confront the much slammer new kid in school. “You’re jealous because you don’t have a father.”

“I had one.” Nickolas stood his ground, though the bully was crowding in. “Like everyone did. So I have nothing to be envious about.”

“Your dad was a runt like you.” Derwood pushed the smaller boy, who staggered backwards and bumped into the centenial symbol. The plywood sculpture toppled over its two by four base and the top triangle of the stylized maple leaf breaks. Derwood screamed. “You’ve ruined it!”

“You shoved me.” Nick said. Then he glanced down at the break. “It can be glued back together.”

You’ll fix it: so it is as good as new.” The larger youngster blusterd. “Or I’ll pound you.”

“Had you asked me nicely, I would’ve done just that. But I never bow to threats.”

“You’ll do as I say or you’ll regret it.”

“I do as I say,” the smaller said defiantly, “and I say as I do.”

“Do you have the guts to say that to me outside after school?”

Back in the present moment, the politician is describing the one event that has brought this medal presentation. The policeman had disobeyed his orders and accepted procedure. Instead of just establishing a secure perimeter, he had gone into the crime scene while the senseless mass killings were in progress and stopped the killing.

The man being honored zones out again to resume his meandering through his memories – where the school ground fight has begun.

The larger Derwood has a longer reach and he throws the first punch. His fist glances off Nick’s cheek. It must have hurt but the smaller pugilist is not slowed by the hit and he closes in to grappling range.

Nick Burns absorbs the flurry of fists that strike his shoulders and the back of his head. He grabs the larger boy about the waist, then plants his feet solidly to lift and throw. The larger boy lands on the lawn with the smaller on top.

Derwood Covey has his wind knocked out from the fall. When he recovers his breath, his opponent is straddled on his chest. A hand is poised at his face, with fingers pointed at his eyes and an elbow cocked for a strike. He blinks as the unavoidable blow comes. Then Derwood feels two knuckles tap on his eyelids. It stings a bit and he opens his now watery eyes, only to see the same hand is ready for a repeat strike.

“The next time I won’t bend my fingers.” Nick hisses in a voice so low that none of the fight’s audience can here. “I’ll come in fingernails first, rip out your eyeballs and you’re next pet will be a seeing eye dog.”

“You’ll go to jail for that.” Derwood says.

“I’m a minor so the sentence will be short. But you’ll be blind for the rest of your life.”

[private_Chevron]“What do you want?”

“Yield to my victory and for one week, you’ll do as I say.”

“Okay.” Derwood had looked into the smaller Nick’s eyes and realized that he was deadly serious.

“On behalf of a grateful nation,” the politicians movement towards the policeman has returned his mind to the present moment, “I present this award.”

The ribbon is pinned to his lapel and the ceremony soon concludes.

“You looked bored up there.” The honored man’s wife chuckled when he returned to his seat at the head table.

“I was reliving the day in grade five when this all started.”

“You decided to join the police force when you were in grade five?”

“I decided that when I was in grade three.” The policeman chuckled. “I was in grade five when I learned how to do the job right.”[/private_Chevron]

“After he had beaten me so completely,” Derwood explained to his wife, “I expected Nick to make me do some embarrassing things like carrying his books or something. That’s what I would’ve done to him. He didn’t demand anything and when I inquired why, he just said ‘I say as I do‘.”

“That seems a bit cryptic.” The wife observed.

“Then during that week, I was watching some of my friends tormenting a science geek. One guy was spraying water from a drinking fountain and two others were forcing him to mop it up with the seat of his pants.”

“Knowing you the way I do,” she guessed, “I’ll bet you stepped in.”

“I just watched and laughed like everyone else. Then Nick stepped up behind me and he whispered:[private_Chevron] ‘What if I had demanded that you belittle yourself like that?’ And for the first time in my life, I identified with the victim.”

His recounting the story to his wife sent the policeman’s mind into the past again.

“There are three of them.” Derwood noted.

“There are two of us and if you count him, we are three.” Nick nodded a head toward the science geek. “But I doubt if this situation will take more than just one hero.”

“That’s quite enough of this!” Derwood Covey announced in a loud voice as he stepped in between the victim and the bullies, who were some of his closest friends. Then he pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “If you want at him, you have to come through me.”

“Was there a battle royal in the grade five hall?” Lisa Covey inquired.

“Not that day. But I did have to physically reconcile with those friends later.” He recalled. “That day I just learned what respect looked like.”

“I didn’t know you liked me.” The skinny science geek had gushed when the bullies were gone.

“I don’t like you.” Derwood had replied. “But you have the right to be whoever you are, without being harassed for it. And today I stood up for that.”

“The expression on the geek’s face that day,” the policeman explained to his wife, “was unlike any I had seen before. He didn’t display the fear or hatred that I was used to. His demeanor was of pure respect and I liked it so much that I became a lifelong junkie for it.”

“And that path took you finally to the ultimate act of heroism and selflessness that you were just honored for.” Lisa smiled. “I’ve always seen that in you.”

“It wasn’t there before grade five. Canada’s 100th birthday was year one for me.”

“What happened to Nicholas Burns?” She asked.

“He disappeared shortly after that. They said Nick ran away from his foster home.” Derwood Covey stood up. “Excuse me, I need to use the washroom.”

The honored policeman stood at the sink and looked at his mirrored reflection. His need for the bathroom’s privacy was mostly that he felt that he was coming close to emotional tears and that didn’t fit very well with his image.

[/private_Chevron]“Congratulations.” Said a man from the doorway.

“Nick Burns!” Derwood exclaims after a shock of recognition. Figuring out who spoke had taken extra effort because his apparent age didn’t match. “You look only half as old as you must be.”

“My years have been kind.” Nicholas Flamel lied. “And I’m proud of how you turned out.”

“Who could’ve known that one incident at the tender age of eleven,” Derwood chuckled, “would have such a profound effect on a life.”

“The ramifications have been on many more lives than just yours.” Nick spoke wryly. “I’ve looked in on you from time to time. Your rare brand of policing has been a positive force in more ways than you know.”

“How is it that you were so wise as you were in grade 5?” Derwood asked a question that he had pondered many time over the years. “And how do you manage to appear so young now?”

“Even back then, I was substantially older and more experienced than I looked.” Nick didn’t tell of the truth: which was of his being over 600 years old, back when Derwood was eleven. Nicholas Flamel had reverse aged himself with his philosopher’s stone, in order to affect certain persons while they were at an impressionable age.

“In grade five, I couldn’t have thanked you as deeply as I can now. The change that you brought in me was profound and it made my life wonderful!” The police officer avowed. “In using my strength and authority only to protect, I garnered nothing but respect from people. Most of my fellow police officers have never been able to understand that. I suppose that is because they didn’t learn it young enough, as you helped me to do.”

“The ‘do as I say’ mentality does nothing but harm, even when it is purportedly being used for the purpose of good.” [private_Chevron]

“I gave up on trying to tell guys what the difference between them and I was. They just seemed unable to understand.”

“Society wrongly teaches bullies that the key to respect is wearing a uniform.”

To be continued – Work In Progress[/private_Chevron]

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