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Course Curriculum: Trifecta/Try-perfect/Tripe feck't (Go On, Part 3)

There are no requirements as-to order. Review Part 2 of the Go On curriculum; or, start Part 1 of the course; or choose to keep wading deeper from this point. (Forewarning: the bottom slopes-away quickly and the current sweeps—be prepared to climb out at some point further-along the bank if you aren't experienced.)

This introduces the order and appropriate usage of the basic three Go-On-ing elements: Brain chemistry [Λ lambda in Greek]; Audio choreography [໑ one in Khmer]; and Visual connectivity [ᛁ isaz in Runic].

         For someone to experience the artwork (for the first or-the-umpteenth time) they must understand that every 'medium of recognition-perception' is a feedback loop—located approximately at the midpoint beneath their dark lenses and betwixt their padded headphones. While eyes, ears, noses, tongues, and fingertips have all grown accustomed to radar-antenna duty—scanning distant horizons for threats, foods, and mates—brain programming has "manned" the war-room, logistics-center, and marketing department.

        Brains require an incentive to turn attention away from war-room/logistics/marketing. To focus (successfully) inward, brains need assurances that the radar-antenna will only temporarily be placed in stand-by mode. And. White&Grey both want an excuse to take it easy and not work so hard; the Matter couple is all-about economical utilization of resources. Require/Need/Want.

        As outlined in Pallet/Pallet/Palette on the Third Test Page, after swallowing 30mg of CBD and 30mg of D8 with caffeine, vitamins, and minerals (Λ)—get comfortable somewhere secure-able and non-disturb-able, for a minimum of four hours. Close your eyes and listen to the 'aural-preface' of this choreography (໑). The first hour-or-two is not geared towards visual connectivity (ᛁ).

At this point, you should begin to engage all-three basic Go On elements: brain, eyes (ᛁ), and ears.

At some point (now is always the best time to choose to . . .) begin to listen to a 21-song-loop you have designed for yourself, based on your level of awareness and personal-preponderances.

Of course this requires headphones; it could not be Go On-ing without headphones going on.

If you have not yet attained sufficient ccc-level (composer/choreographer/chemist) it is encouraged to attempt to last-thru the entirety of the two-hour Version 1.4 of Go On artwork experience.

Let your you relax [it is only four hours] the world, from your POV, is safe [it will resume sooner than you will soon want it to] this experience is a necessary (am I the only one who spells it with an un-necessiary I?) respite from the weight of the decades . . . to come . . . before . . . explore . . .

These visuals are merely safe, experimental, place-holders. Your imagination is yours to do with as you desire.

Optional-additional equipment: KASINA-brand of light-therapy and media-storage device; virtual reality headset; notebook / 3x5 cards & pen; et cetera.

Classroom-students: Your homework assignment is to describe (in any means you prefer) what connections-new-to-you were strongly stamped into your memory from the third-act [between songs 14 and 21] and how your note-taking was involved or avoided.

Extra-credit: Incorporate something from this "brain hack" art-tickle into your 3rd-Act connection description:

Now, take a short break from Go On-ing:

ccc in 2-D

laugh instead of just giggle

an old story that smacks (hard)

Third Palate/Pallet/Palette Test Page

🠜 Previous page

Cannabinoids, commonly referred to as CBD (preceded by a C inside triangle symbol)—which you thought was vaguely similar to a copyright circle-c mark but different—was followed by a lengthy quantity of dense information. You considered that it came-off-as an, 'Everything You Wanted To Know About Hemp But Were Afraid To Ask' research-paper, teaching the reader how to efficiently determine their POE (personal optimal efficacy).

First-up, you scanned a chart. It reflected 'elapsed time' on the x-axis, and 'milligram dose' on the y-axis: The lowest dose was annotated: "under this level of bio-availability, desired effects are inconsequential" and, adjacent to the highest: "desired effects become rapidly rendered un-witness-able due to functional-memory loss." The sentence, "any DBM (dose beyond maximum) increases sleep's on-set, depth, and length" stuck with you; as did the phrase, "reduces the optimal desired-effect window".

The description caused you to imagine a map depicting the path of the moon's shadow during a total solar eclipse and your mind wandered [I was intrigued so didn't interrupt you] . . . looking up from the shadow's center-line allowed witnessing (for the longest time possible) the sky turning instantly blue-to-black, all the night's stars, and the stark-white corona around Sol . . . any distance from center-line decreased witness-time . . . even slightly outside the edge of the moon's umbra and the dimming sun of a partial eclipse was no-different than a cloudy day . . . go too-far and there would be nothing to witness . . . nothing to interrupt your routine.

The card provided more details; more than you required. The words "active meditation" were too-frequent, you thought. So, you skimmed-over reasons why edible cannabinoids from hemp provided a 'Goldilocks Effect' (and not its "party-sister" plant); how liver metabolism allowed "stacking" and an "entourage effect"; as well as the various active meditation failures, when CBD derivatives were inhaled and absorbed into the bloodstream through the lungs. You stopped skimming on the results of other hallucinogenics, which were considered to be, "contra-indicated for achieving the desired-level of (again! you scowled inwardly) active meditation".

You re-focused on the descriptions of "Delta" (which you learned was marketing-speak for 'man-made derivative compound'). After reading, you understood how specific molecules were distilled from the oil extracted from hemp, and why D8, D9, D10, and THC0 (et cetera) were legal and internet-available.

Further, you learned the difference between 'cbd isolates' and 'full' or 'broad' spectrum's [I saved that one in long-term: Full provided the most noticeable entourage effects, Broad was 'middle of the road', and isolates were isolated alone, without entourage.]

Small-print (which was not actually small) described why it "should be considered mandatory" to abstain at least 48-hours prior from drug use (prescribed or recreational, including but-not-limited-to: tobacco, alcohol, mood stabilizers, and micro-dosing). Since you'd already been warned of this—and could easily comply—this didn't cause you to pause.

Then the paper-card described the capsules in the next four depressions:

Manufacturer's serving-size: two capsules; Go On Artwork dose: one capsule

of the cbdMD-brand: Focus which contains:

Broad-spectum CBD-----------------< 35mg (33.8mg exactly)

Vitamin B12---------------------------120mcg (or 0.000120mg)

Magnesium L-Threonate--------------900mg

Alphina Root extract------------------300mg

Bacopa Herb extract-------------------75mg

Toothed Clubmoss herb extract-------20mg

Manufacturer's serving-size: one capsule; Moderate Experimenter's (ME): one capsule;

Intoxicant Novice's (IN): skip this capsule; Risk Taker's (RT): two capsules

of the cbdMD-brand: Curcumin CBD oil which contains:

Broad-spectrum CBD----------------------< 28mg (27.5mg exactly)

Turmeric Root extract-----------------------200mg

Piperine (extracted from black pepper)----15mg

Recommended dose for IN's and ME's: 30mg;

Recommended dose for RT's: 60mg;

Flavored gelatin containing: Full-spectrum D-8 hemp extract:

Green 15mg / Yellow 30mg / Orange 45mg / Purple: 60mg

The small-print (which was actually a smaller font) explained that a double-dose made the plateau longer, a slightly more intense experience-at-peak, and only begins to dissipate after 6 hrs, instead of the 'normal' 4 hrs. Usual side-effects (dry-mouth, lethargy, imagination-boost) were magnified and full-recovery could last 12+ hours instead of the 'normal' 8 hours.

You glanced at the depression containing colored gelatin's in front of you. [Even though you strongly suspected that this was a test-point, I still tamped-down your temptation to take more than the novice's yellow by reflecting on the image of the administrator politely asking you to leave as they stood and escorted you from their house.] You continued to read to the bottom of the page.

Recommended dose for IN's: None;

Recommended dose for ME's: < 10mg (8.5mg exactly) taken in two hours

Recommended dose for RT's: < 20mg (17mg exactly) taken in four hours

Flavored gelatin containing: Full-spectrum D-9 hemp extract:

Red 5mg / Blue 10mg

The last words on the front of the paper read, "take only what applies from the four depressions as described above." Pocket-sized containers for the D9 are available from the administrator.

You took only what was expected.

You flipped the paper over as the administrator re-filled your tea and slid another packet of yellow sweetener towards the edge of your cup with a nod-smile.

Go On:

First Test page

Book Cover

Logo

The Imaginary Court Cases

which play-out in your mind, originate in the I (sounds like, "in the eye")

every judgement (sounds like, "Judge meant") depends on our consensus

I disdain the half-assed results when you veto an item on our "to-do list"

you can only half-hearted-ly enjoy unvetted items never added to the list

mindcourt: we deliberate a boulders weight (sounds like, "bolder's wait")

we learn logical reasoning rules used to imagine a list you won't shirk-off

occasionally—we, both you and I, autopilot (sounds like, "ought to pilot")

rarely is there a need for spontaneous ice cream (sounds like, "I scream")

encouraging experimentation measures each risk before it goes on the list

barriers contain curiosity (sounds like, "move 'long, nothin' to-see-hear!")

question: if you're uncurious about embracing 'question-everything ethos'

assume (sounds like, "ass-you-me") this barrier was programmed by your

one-size-fits-all society; abusive ancestors; or your cultural indoctrination

(no-matter its origin) the barrier exists because you still re-in-force prune

to learn how to disregard a barrier, discover your programming (meditate)

hint for novices (sounds like, "no vices") you clearly labelled your trauma!

The Front of My Awareness is Not Only Where I Focus (AKA Little Baby)

prove you have a strong mediator: Postpone

the thing you want to enjoy next, by waiting

until the twenty-one song recording finishes

and allow yourself to cajole (don't you need

to pee?). But, you and I, we, will prove how

to see for ourselves, that we have self-tested

and can guarantee both of us, that we're able

to stick to the decision—because, "I said so"

and you will know who you are once I learn

how to differentiate you from me, because I

fabricated "autonomously-aware agent you"

when did sexual awareness begin to solidify

the part of us you *think of* as "elsewhere"

chose solidarity with front of house and ask

balancing against your own pond-ripples is

smoothed, realizing that everything outside

of the front focus awareness of 'enn' in now

you learned to self-program from ancestors

confirm you raise children to raise children

Second Palate/Pallet/Palette Test Page

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A smooth-oval symbol, with tiny divots top & bottom, preceded the acronym: MCT. The dosage was written as: one gram (1000mg).

Even though you have "heard-of" medium chain triglycerides, you always choose-to not weight the chemical's difficult-to-spell-and-remember name with a "save-for..." marker, or, to tag it with an "interested/learn more" association. Consequently, you are almost-certain it is not an acronym for Mashed CoconuT.

You hesitated reading for a fraction of, a fraction of, a second to wonder if this was the first time you had seen gram/milligram written in this manner, and the pause gave your brain a chance to identify if this was, maybe, First Awareness in action?

It is always comforting for you, when emotionally-significant This is a first! recognition occurs as-it-is-happening. You especially enjoy savoring the feeling you think-of as 'that newness-thing settling in' when a anchor neuron is being created. As it sends out *new connections available here* signals, the trillions upon trillions of already existing transmission-cell connections recognize the new node, and those information pathways "ripple" and cause the brain-equivalent of "muscle-growth itch".

As you ran your eyes over the paragraph's information, you allowed some of the words to register long enough to receive "save-for...today" markers, like: "less than ten calories" and "trick the liver". You gleaned enough to understand that these fats are too short for the gauge on the fuel-tank reserved for long-chain fats (which are either burned or stored for later) and too long for the filter that allows only short-chain fats to pass-thru (which ferment and feed gut bacteria). Consequently, MCTs are able to sneak to the front of the line (where they immediately become high-octane fuel before everything else) and then are express-tubed directly liver to brain, where they are available to provide excess-power to any cell that wants it.

And, to wink at any others who also successfully tricked their way around security, like the Magnesium Threonate you just swallowed. You mentioned to yourself as you began to 'sense a theme' and smiled slightly, both inward and outwardly.

A symbol of an upward-pointing triangle containing three dots preceded the word: Psyllium, which was, again, followed by the dosage: one gram (1000mg).

The capsules of psyllium powder were a soluble-in-water fiber, intended to counteract possible symptoms of indigestion which, "may be caused by consuming a larger than normal quantity of unfamiliar-to-you supplements." Also, according to the paper-card, this fiber would provide "some aid" in diarrhea, constipation, or both. And that, "a significant number of participants will experience the combination of caffeine and MCT as a laxative. Accordingly, the administrator will direct you to an adjacent water closet."

You contemplated the term 'water closet' as an internationally-understood label and wondered if the United States would ever abandon their 'public restroom' and 'private bathroom' labels. This association-linked to the US's disdain for the metric system and then the US's abhorrence of ... so ... I nudged you back from your contemplation spiral. [You *thought to yourself* 'stop dwelling on the country's failures'! Keep reading!]

The symbol for salt was an hourglass shape and it's dosage was also: one gram (1000mg). The tone of this paragraph was similar to the previous one for vitamin D. "Essential electrolyte" and "heart-rhythm" stuck in your short-term memory. As well as the oddly worded phrase, "...completely contrary to what has been universally-taught to-and-by modern [italics theirs; sarcasm?] general medical practitioners worldwide, for almost a century". Basically, the card said: low-salt diets resulted in dangerously-low electrical impulses between cells (which were the cause of heart arrhythmia, muscle cramps, brain fog, eye-lid twitches, and the list went on).

It then advised gauging your own "routine salt intake" against the "impending, probable increase in your adrenaline/epinephrine and serotonin outputs, which will increase heart and breathing rates" and that you should either take the next three supplements, now, or explain why not.

You reached forward, took all the one-gram capsules and gel-caps from the next three depressions and, as you washed them down with a swallow of tea...

The administrator said with a gesture, "The door at the end is a bedroom with attached en-suite. Please think of it as yours, for-use as-you-wish, while you're here. I should mention that there's a litter box next to the shower; but—if you hear a cat asking to come in—please disregard. They have other options when a door is closed."

You looked at the closed door at the end of a short hallway, thanked them, smiled, and continued reading.

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Palate/Pallet/Palette Test Page

The administrator met you at the door, directed you to seat yourself in the over-stuffed chair in front of the coffee table, and excused themselves with the declaration, "My kitchen has requested a few more minutes of my attention before we begin . . . Oh . . . If you find a cat in your seat, that's good luck for both of you! . . to discover if you can share."

There was just enough time for you to be impressed by the shaded but warmly adorned sun-porch and the bird-sounds coming thru screened windows (unfortunately, no cat) before you noticed the coffee table contained a small number of rectangular porcelain plates—which you thought you recognized from restaurants who needed their strong sauces and spices kept-apart. Each shallow-depression contained: a capsule, a couple of colorful pills, or a different-colored slice of gelatin; also, each of the depression's were labelled with a tiny symbol in the porcelain. As you bent forward in your chair, to see if you could identify any of the markings, you realized the administrator was returning and then-recognized that you already forgot their name.

"Welcome to your first Go On experience." The administrator breezed in with comfortable smiles and full hands. "I am here to administer the artwork for you. Names are an unimportant formality and I prefer not to use titles, as well. Either?

"Nonetheless, I'll guide you. We should exchange as much information as is required by either of us, in as succinct a manner as possible." As the administrator said this, they added two more plates to the coffee table, rearranged them all (focusing on the order of the plate's contents) and raised-up the table in an springy-accordion-manner.

Now positioned in front of you like a dining table, you realized the plates were easily within reach. "Thank you." You paused, catching yourself (*inward smile*) before you mumbled or stammered-out a 'sir' or 'administrator'.

"This page of paper contains the list of supplements in front of you." The administrator rose slightly from their seat beside the table, slid a piece of paper within reach, and resumed the instructions. "The order they are listed, is the order they are displayed; from your left to your right. You should take as much time as you need to read this entire sheet, both front and back."

You began to read. The first symbol reminded you of a slightly-slanted party hat with geometric lines and dots underneath; you assumed it was either Chinese or Japanese. You glanced at the first symbol on the plate on your far left (to match the symbols) ... and the administrator resumed talking.

"I'll pour us some tea. And. As any question arises in your reading-mind, I request you ask it. Please do not save your questions for the end. This is not, at-all, conducive to that. The experience will begin after our tea is done—that's usually, for everyone including myself—about twenty minutes. The tea's caffeine and terpenes will take that long to begin to take effect; so if you finish reading after a few minutes and have no questions, we will sit and watch birds and squirrels until 21 minutes have passed."

You nodded, smiled, and returned your eyes to the paragraph beginning with the party-hat symbol:

Potassium. Milligrams vary by body-mass/weight; rate of metabolism/resting heart rate; fat reserves (brown-fat versus yellow-fat); and other immediately available minerals and vitamins which act as "boosters" or provide "entourage effects". The next line was blank. The line after that only contained: 127mg.

Your mind looked back at the plate. At the one pill in the party-hat location. Not two mass-produced 65mg pills. This was supposed to be one 127mg pill? Made specifically for, whomever? With no pre-prepared questionnaire, this must be an intentional conundrum, you thought. "I have a question." You said.

"Please, just ask. No need to request permission or announce questions." As they added more cream to their own tea and raised the pitcher slightly to your head-shake.

"All these measurements to identify dosage . . . followed by a very specific—127mg, on the page. Either this is an oxymoronic-dichotomy of sorts, intended to confuse, or to entertain, . . . or to . . . see if I'm able to ask questions? To, express my confusion?"

"Yes." The administrator replied with a straight face, "One of those." Then they indicated toward the little dish of sweeteners.

You took a yellow package of something and asked, "If I had taken my 90mg this morning, would the card say: 37mg?"

"No." They replied as they emptied the creamer into their tea.

You smiled, sipped, and continued reading:

Magnesium L-Threonate (preceded by a curly-looping symbol) and followed by: 360mg. The next line explained that this variation of the essential mineral magnesium was a sulfate (or 'salt') and was one of the rare magnesium molecules capable of crossing the osmotic-type of "barrier" surrounding the brain. It further noted that there were, currently, no recommendations (or prevention-cautions) or significant research, regarding this form of brain-accessable-magnesium.

Vitamin D (preceded by a square-D symbol): 1250mg. The next line reflected that less milligrams would be required if, "yesterday's sun exposure was optimal or more-than-average". Then it read, exactly as-follows: If you need to know why you need a vitamin D supplement—ask the administrator. If you already know why, you may take these first three supplements.

By taking the first three supplements, you are stating/acknowledging that you possess full-awareness of your own health conditions/evaluation, and any risks you entertain by taking minerals, supplements, nootropics, or other substances provided by the administrator are completely your decision. You are volunteering to participate.

While you are currently (and always?) evaluating/testing the capabilities of your individual self and mind, you are hereby reminded: You are always able to end this specific experience at any time (and receive a full refund).

It is only asked that you begin to learn to trust the advice of the administrator of the Go On artwork (who, also, may terminate the experience at any time, at their own discretion, and would-then provide a full-refund to you).

KmagD is the first-foundational entourage. KmagD is a daily/bi-daily recommendation, but every human participating in the artwork-experience should consider it a requirement. If you already took KmagD today (or some portion thereof) please inform the administrator at this time. Otherwise, take the three KmagD.

You reached forward, took the capsules and pills from the first three depressions, washed them down with a swallow of tea, and continued reading:

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twenty-one squared equals two-hundred fourty-one (21² = 241)

Go On 21-song loop (version 1.5) on You Tube

241 songs in total; 21 rows, each containing: 21 songs.

21 songs is the required length of Go On composite art

[say: co-imposi-Tar; if asked to spell: Composit-æ-rt].

Possessors of the 21 curated "mix-tape" recordings, in-

fact, are able to generate 23 additional Go On artworks

[21 top-to-bottom columns & 2 bonus diagonals] = 44!

Buckled in? Imagine these 21-song-loops in a sphere.

A diagonal slides up from the center and the final song

becomes the last song from the bottom Go On artwork.

An algorithmic program would make it possible to add

at least 54 more story lines for Orchestral-Compositors

(and this isn't even reversing or reading bottom-to-top)!

version 1.6 of Go On (another 21 song loop)

Pop Quiz (now for use w/ any 21-song loop)

Well . . .

If I were to tell you only one thing about them; I would say,

"They were born with more bones in the part of the spine that covers nether-regions—umm, more tailbones! Yea, that's (was) their superpower, for sure. Better when using it to communicate and for keeping cold winds away. And don't get me started on how much more beautiful that presents when hoping to be noticed; but in that hard-to-notice-at-first kind of way. You know? Plants the idea from a distance, '...there's somethin' bout em...' and (only later) you'd be-thinkin: *that curly tail! So expressive.*"

If I were to tell you only one thing about them; I would say, "They were born with more bones in the part of the spine that covers nether-regions—umm, more tailbones! Yea, that's (was) their superpower, for sure. Better when using it to communicate and for keeping cold winds away. And don't get me started on how much more beautiful that presents when hoping to be noticed; but in that hard-to-notice-at-first kind of way. You know? Plants the idea from a distance, '...there's somethin' bout em...' and (only later) you'd be-thinkin: *that curly tail! So expressive.*"

Is "picture any import?" or can you separate the text from the image and imbue your imagination with the insights planted there by words alone? This is the challenge: Write a paragraph which you hope 'sets the hook' in readers and then attach an image which stands in opposition to the intended ideas in your paragraph.