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Something Nothing Everything

I was born without both of my legs below the knee and without my right hand. This is due to a rare condition called amniotic banding where fibrous material wraps around limbs in the womb, cutting off circulation so that the affected limbs do not develop. I have walked on artificial legs all my life and do very well considering.

My body is defective but I have never thought of myself as defective. I know very well the limitations of my body and completely accept them. By virtue of this uncommon limitation I realized early in life that I am not my body nor sensations felt in my body. This is the grace of my physical disability. If I am not my body then I am something wholly different, but what that something is, is another question. I do not have a problem with it and never have because I am not handicapped, only my body is.

My “differently-abled” body gave me more time to develop my brain’s cognitive abilities. I couldn’t play football nor join the military, as my father would have liked. Instead I became a high school valedictorian and got a full-ride scholarship to a top ranked university. In my striving for academic achievement I subconsciously became attached to the notion that I was my mind. The more I learned, the better I seemed to become, at least in other people’s eyes. I recommend developing one’s cognitive abilities to a high level. The human mind is a wonderful tool.

However I found that once well developed, the continual pursuit of cognitive development is ultimately hollow. Thoughts come and go. You experience a thought for a few seconds and then it passes away. New and old thoughts continually mix and dance about within your mind. No matter how much ability you have in analyzing, synthesizing, and reorganizing thoughts, they still come and go.

So if I really am my mind then I cannot be any possible thought, regardless of its content, or I would come and go and that is simply not my experience. I am always here being aware. I must therefore be where thoughts come from. I am thinking rather than thoughts. I am a process not an object, a verb rather than a noun.

I am always the subject of my sensations, thoughts and perceptions of my body, mind, and the world respectively as the one who experiences them. As a consequence of this I can never be an object. I am no thing, nothing; I witness things.

If you struggle with the notion that your body is not something then consider that the atoms making up your body are continually and naturally being replaced. In fact there is no atom in you that is conserved after the passage of a few years. As a physical object you are a pattern at best, a pattern that is itself continually transforming. Your materiality and its pattern are ever in flux. Some thing therefore cannot be who you are. There is only one aspect to you that does not change, namely your awareness. How far from your awareness are the sensations of your body? How far from your awareness are your perceptions of the world? Do your thoughts take place in a separate space compared your sensations and perceptions? There is no distance. There is no space.

Consider also that the atom is not only made up of 99.9999% empty “space” but the deeper quantum physicists look the more they see that the atom is really a complex set of mathematical probabilities and that it is impossible to observe an atom without changing it. There is no real substance to the atom or the world outside of awareness for how else could you be aware of it?

In my case it took 42 years to fully realize that I transcend the body, mind, and world! However this isn’t really true, is it? If I am both something and nothing then I am a paradox. Who I am transcends the physical and yet I experience physicality in this body every day. I embrace paradox as myself.

What I learned from researching and producing both volumes of Secrets In Plain Sight and in writing Taking Measure is that the world is a setup, that reality bears the unmistakable signature of design and this necessarily implies consciousness. We live in a matrix. The numbers are too perfect, the geometry too sacred, the synchronicity too miraculous to be the result of random chance.

Some imagine human conspirators, aliens, angels, demons, hyper-dimensional beings and/or God behind the curtain ordering the cosmos, our planet, our cities, our buildings, our cultures, our bodies, and/or the microcosm.

I accept all of these actors and recognize that they are each partially responsible at different scales but the consciousness ultimately responsible is you. For who do you suppose the actors truly are? There is only one “I am” behind the curtain. Your conscious awareness perceives these words right now. You are simultaneously intimate and impersonal.

Awareness not only transcends but is immanent in the entire universe pervading all space, time and matter. I am everything. All phenomena are nothing but my awareness of them and they are made of awareness myself.

My nothingness literally is the substance of everything. I am this paradox at the heart of all things. I am the ineffable verb, the unlimited creative potential bringing forth the dance, the dancers and the dance floor.

I went from believing I was a mind who emerged within a body inhabiting a world—to thinking I was really no such thing—to realizing that my body-mind and the world are made of nothing but awareness. All that is awareness and yet we are mysteriously manifesting staggering complexity within ourself for ourself, experiencing it all right now.




I was going through some old paperwork last night and came across a folder of memorabilia from high school. I had a good laugh at this letter:


I don’t remember that test and unfortunately I have retained very little Spanish, even though I went on to take 4 years of classes. What kind of superhuman effort did I exert on September 21, 1984 to warrant a letter sent home to my parents? Maybe my superpowers shine brighter on the equinox?

That’s mildly amusing but here’s what really got me laughing out loud:


The address of my high school is 33333 Golden Lantern. Is the address some kind of alchemical statement? Is golden lantern a euphemism for the pineal gland? See my post on 33.

The phone number was (714) 496-6666, back when most of southern California was all in one area code. But look at that: five sixes all in a row. Did I go to an illuminati high school?

If you have read much of my blog, my book, or watched my two films you will probably be smiling at this “coincidence.”

Dana Hills High School is in Dana Point, which is in southern Orange County, the namesake of a TV series called The O.C. (which I have never seen).

Dana Point’s population was most recently measured at 33,351 (2010 census). Just 18 more people than the perfect 33,333. Dana Point covers a land area of 6.5 square miles. Do you know what I have discovered about 6 and 5?


Dana Point Harbor viewed from end of Blue Lantern

I recognize the scenic vantage point from where this wikipedia photo was taken. I remember carefully reading Plato’s Republic during the summer of 1984, sitting in a gazebo at the end of Blue Lantern where this photo was taken.

The streets in Dana Point’s historic core are named after colored lanterns, used by sailing ships 200 years ago to advertise their wares. However, this was only done in 1930 in the spirit of faux romanticism that real estate developers succumbed to when they laid down the bones of this town. The United States is so young, especially the West Coast.

I was just looking at Dana Point in Google Earth and decided to look at neighboring Laguna Beach, which, by the way, was the name of another awful TV series.

I zoomed in on the hospital where I was born and smiled again because it is located at 33°30′ north latitude.

My birthplace

My birthplace at 33°30′ north latitude

Was my DNA genetically engineered by the Anunnaki? They must have messed up because I was born without both of my legs below the knee and also without my right hand. I’ve walked on artificial legs since I was 18 months old. All through my childhood I needed a new pair of legs every year or so as I was growing (and less frequently now that I am an adult). As you might imagine this turned out to be a financial burden for my parents.

Luckily for me the Shriners donated funds to have a few pairs of legs made in my childhood. You know those guys who wear those funny Fez hats driving around in miniature cars powered by lawnmower engines at parades? Oh well maybe you don’t know. They do that to “promote a positive Shriner image to the public.” Is this the most effective method you can think of to accomplish this goal?

Photo credit Rdikeman at the English language Wikipedia

Photo credit Rdikeman at the English language Wikipedia

His Fez says Syrian Corvettes. The word corvette comes from a sailing warship with one tier of guns. But why Syrian? I must be missing something.

The Shrine used to be called Ancient Arabic Order of the Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, but in 2010 they changed their name to Shriners International which describes itself as “a fraternity based on fun, fellowship and the Masonic principles of brotherly love, relief and truth.” Life magazine described the Shriners in 1938 as “among secret lodges the No. 1 in prestige, wealth, and show.”

Up until recently, Shriners had to complete the Scottish Rite’s 33 degrees (or the York Rite degrees) before being eligible for membership. Shriners are therefore a brotherhood of elite freemasons at the top of the veritable pyramid.


I traced the Fez hats back to Fez Morocco where the red dye used on the funny hats made from crimson berries originally came from.


Fes aka Fez, Morocco

I searched for Fez in Google Earth (which is also spelled Fes) and its latitude comes up at precisely 34.033333° N. I have never seen any city whose label comes up with such a perfect string of threes.

Children with orthopedic conditions, burns, spinal cord injuries, and cleft lip and palate are eligible for care and receive all services in a family-centered environment, regardless of the patients’ ability to pay.

The Shriners are doing good things for disabled children and that is outstanding in my book.

Back to the O.C. just one last time. Just 4.44 miles from my birthplace is the Chet Holifield Federal Building, known locally as The Ziggurat. It is a 7 stepped pyramidal complex that was built in what was the middle of nowhere around the time I was born. Now it is in the middle of a town called Aliso Viejo that didn’t exist when I was in high school. The Ziggurat is owned by the US Government and the Department of Homeland Security controls the top floor. Also the IRS shares part of the building. Death and taxes. When I was in high school the place was a ghost town and I learned to drive a stick-shift in its vast and empty parking lot. It is located at 33°33’33″ N.

Chet Holifield Federal Building at 33°33'33" N.

Chet Holifield Federal Building at 33°33’33″ N.

Interestingly the Ziggurat was designed by architect William Pereira who also designed the Transamerica Pyramid in San Francisco, but that is another story.

Here are a few fun facts:

  • The number of minutes in 33°33′ = 2013.
  • The Sun is 333,000 times more massive than the Earth.
  • 33.33… x 33.33… = 1111.1111…
  • The Earth-Moon system’s center of mass, called the barycenter, is an average of 1111 miles beneath the surface of the Earth.
  • The Earth’s orbital velocity is 1111 miles per minute.
    There is just something about repeating digits that catches my attention.

    Taking Measure

    I’ve written a book called Taking Measure: Explorations in Number, Architecture, and Consciousness and have self-published it both as a book and as an ebook so you can read it on paper or on screen, however you prefer. Both editions have the same content. The physical book has high resolution black and white images whereas the ebook has color images sized for the screen.

    I educated myself on the plethora of ebook formats and settled on EPUB after I discovered the free Calibre software. Calibre is the Swiss Army knife of ebooks, allowing you to not only read ebooks on Windows, Mac OS, and Linux, but Calibre can also translate the EPUB into over a dozen popular formats so you can read my ebook on iPads, iPhones, iPod Touches, Kindles, SONY readers, Nooks, Kobos, and many other electronic devices.

    Taking Measure cover    Taking Measure: Explorations in Number, Architecture, and Consciousness reveals patterns emergent in our universe from quantum to astronomic scales. Spatial and temporal codes appear in unexpected places, from our units of measure to the relationships between celestial bodies. Geometric and numeric encoding appears in architecture, in urban design, and in alignments across the Earth. Does this happen by pure coincidence, has it been done to preserve knowledge, or is it an ancient form of magic that continues to this day? Are the synchronicities we experience in our personal lives manifestations of these same patterns? This book takes a new look at familiar structures in the tangible world but also engages with the invisible world, including the question of consciousness.

    The cover is the Flammarion woodcut, drawn by an anonymous artist in 1888. I colorized this public domain image in Photoshop. The image very much symbolizes the transformative journey that this book can take you on, by taking measure of the secrets in plain sight.

    The book/ebook features 9 chapters (that’s no accident because exploring the quality of the number 9 is one of the book’s themes):

    Table of Contents:

    Chapter 1 – The Decimal System and the Ennead
    Chapter 2 – Metrology
    Chapter 3 – Measuring Time
    Chapter 4 – The Honeycomb and the Apple
    Chapter 5 – Key Numbers
    Chapter 6 – Number Patterns
    Chapter 7 – Taxonomy of Encoded Structures
    Chapter 8 – Encoded Structures
    Chapter 9 – Behind the Curtain
    About the Author

    Here is the book’s introduction which should give you a feel for the subject matter:


    I began this book as a way of taking measure of my two films, Secrets In Plain Sight Volumes 1 & 2, a series very densely packed with information which runs for more than 5 hours. Many viewers watch the films over and over and have picked up different things on each viewing. This process takes a lot of time and I recognize that people are very busy these days so I wanted to distill into a small book the essentials of what the films have uncovered. The written format encourages depth of analysis and synthesis.
    By taking measure of the objective world of things from the quantum to architectural to astronomic scales, I have observed numerical patterns emerging from the scientific data. This book presents numeric codes unfolding in space and time in many unexpected places, from our units of measure to the relationships between celestial bodies. Geometric and numeric encoding is also explored in cities, in architecture, in alignments across the Earth, and in the human body. We start in the exterior objective world and the evidence gradually leads us into the subjective world within.
    As I set off writing I didn’t realize the extent to which this book would clarify my own thinking and take my awareness in new directions but that was the end result. I hope that by reading this book you will enjoy the journey and the expanded perspectives as much as I do.

    Scott Onstott
    Cortes Island, British Columbia, Canada
    November 2012

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