217 What is the Purpose

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217 What is the purpose

Brain noticed that the more subjects they searched on Google to increase their knowledge about any of the esoteric subjects, the more posts on Social media, emails and texts they got on the said subject. Brain knew nothing about algorithms but understood in their own amateur fashion that the more you look the more you get.

In fact, Brain had also noticed that if their phone was present in any real time, face to face conversation (and lets face it why wouldn’t it be either in a handbag or pocket, on the table or bedside cabinet) the more adverts, posts and emails they received about the subject of their private conversation. Almost like the conversation had been listened to. Brain put this down to its own paranoia, but never the less it was disconcerting. I mean, everyone has a mobile phone. Just think about all the information that passes through it everyday, and as for AI, one couldn’t even tell if what one was seeing, reading or even speaking/listening to was real anymore. The possibilities for specific and targeted influence and mimicry were endless.

The internet and social media was getting to have a life of its own like a parallel universe running alongside the ‘real’ world if one could call it that (which was a huge debate Brain did not want to get into).
What concerned Brain was that the ‘influence’ could be specifically tailored to each person or group in type. How much was Brain being influenced itself? and if so, by whom? Who has that sort of control?

“Surely all knowledge is beneficial?” Heart enquired and Body raised her eyes to the heavens. “Are you still that naive Heart?”
“Yes I am” Heart continued “and I guess I chose to be.”
“Well it does not serve us well” Body stated as she tried to stuff the washing in the machine through its cavernous round mouth.
“It’s too much at once” Brain reprimanded “feed it through and into the machine a bit at a time otherwise you will tear the rubber seal.”
Body complied pulling out the washing from the stuck lump to smaller pieces and then evened out the washing within the drum, before adding the liquid and selecting the program.

“How do you know what to select?” the Little Red Haired Girl asked especially as the dials were at her eye level and she could see the words did not make sense to her as they were in Portuguese.
“Trial and error, a little bit of Google translate, and the numbers on the temperature and spin speed are the same in whatever language” Body answered. “It all helps to make the right selection not to mention the colour and type of fabric of the washing which bears a great influence on the decision. Especially after we shrunk my favorite leggings last time.”

Spirit laughed at the possibility Body did not account for, her own gain in weight.
“I may have” Body acknowledged Spirit. “In fact we are better for it. Thinking about it Brain, our weight, health and demeaner has improved considerably since we have been on our own and taking care of just ourselves.”
“Agreed” Spirit called. “Away from people we have known for a long time.”
“Do not be so judgemental Spirit” Heart cried. “That may not be the reason at all. We needed time to ourselves and I love and miss them all very much.”
“We shall see” Spirit quietened itself.

“Mummy always said there is nowt so queer as folk” the child chimed in. “We never knows” as she stood on the little stool to help Body smooth and fold the washing taken down from the line on the kitchen worktop.
Brain continued to think as Body worked on a simple task.

How had they been influenced by the internet and social media? Was there work influenced by it? Was their work authentically written and their own?
“Absolutely” Brain confirmed the last question out loud.
Where did their work come from?
“Inspiration” Spirit confirmed.
‘How would it be perceived?’ Brain thought.
“As unique” Spirit called.
Brain was unsure.

“Don’t get me called out wrong. We have been sent projected thoughts and ill wishes, spell work, they have tried to lead us into one direction or another of their own choosing” Spirit called.

“Who’s they?” the Little Red Haired Girl asked and she was ignored as Brain intercepted.

“Exactly” Brain confirmed “and I won’t be led anywhere via the internet or by others.”
“Our direction is our own path” Soul sighed.

“I won’t be sat in a corner and isolated, or put in a box for Ron either” Body stated,
“Who’s Ron?” the child asked.
“It’s short for ‘later on’. It sounds similar. It is a small joke.”
“That’s exactly who he is ” Spirit laughed “a small joke who is best forgotten about” referencing Noswad.

“We will keep our heart open” Heart reprimanded Spirit.

“Or categorised” Brain confirmed. “People seem to think they know us. Like the church member we met recently who very generously helped with a practical task we were struggling with. At the end of a pleasant, helpful and social afternoon he assumed we had not found Big voice, God, when we had not ever discussed it and it was an unexpected turn in the conversation. We had not found Big Voice, God, because we needed to speak with Jesus therefore he was assuming the worst possible of voices that we were listening to. How would he know our path? How would he even know anything about us, we had only known him a couple of hours. He was so sure of himself that the answer we gave him surprised even me” Brain huffed.
“What was it?” Body asked as forgetful as ever and with the benefit of hindsight Brain answered “I questioned him and asked ‘Who had he been speaking to? Who had told him this?'”
“He had been told, warned and had assumed knowledge about us through gossip?” Spirit called.
“Presumably” Brain concluded.

“Nor are we a part of any cult or coven as we have been accused via family gossip” Spirit called.
“Nor have a health issue. We are currently on less medical drugs for our physical well being than we ever have been and physically feel much better for it.”
“Nor are we mentally incapable as reported and we have been accused of” Heart cried and then cried some more.

“Can’t put a square peg in a round hole. It won’t fit” as the child remembered the wooden frame she played with that had a little wooden hammer and coloured pegs of different shapes, to bash through the appropriate hole on the wooden frame. A star, a square, a round, an oval, a triangle.
“Where did that come from?” Body tried to remember. “It wasn’t manufactured or plastic?”
“Daddy made it” the child answered.
Hmm…. Body wasn’t sure, but it put her in mind of a conversation long past she had with Noswad about name bashing. Her own ‘name bashing’, he had not come all this way to see her to name bash her in an argument, as he attempted to get his idea of a fun holiday stay with her back on track.

“Our journey is our own” Soul sighed “but it may help another if it is written down not just for ourselves. We know what we know.”
“Academically not enough” Brain announced “and we can’t even go to the library to do our research and spend less time on the internet via phone or computer. The library is for Portuguese people and in their language as it should be.”
“Then our journey has another decision, another crossroads to consider” Soul sighed.

“Well I certainly would prefer to spend less time on the internet” Body stated. “Every time we pay a bill or make an order, receive or send emails to professionals, or enquire about a service I get caught up with problems either technically or via scams that take the whole day trying to sort it out. I am fed up of it! Just to get a bank statement or a piece of information. It’s ridiculous! The internet is supposed to save time not create further issues.”
Brain let Body rant and considered its own lack of technical knowledge that did not help.

“I mean, what if one is a pensioner or someone that cannot afford to have access to a computer or mobile phone. How do you pay a simple bill then? And who would you go to for help? Come to think of it, why have so many of our professional email contacts who promised a service, even the recent ones, and then all of a sudden, disappeared, stopped answering our emails?”
“That last question is a very good one” Brain considered. “People we have hired have stopped answering us for no apparent reason. Almost as if they had been thrown off the scent or had been warned off yet we agreed price and service.” Paranoia again Brain thought.
“Interception” Spirit called “someone is intercepting our emails and probably messages too. It is ongoing.”
Body shrugged, she was getting used to it and that in itself was cause for alarm. It showed regularity, and Brain thought it really must look into changing not just the phone, but the number too and the email address, another day maybe, there was a lot of follow up work required to do that.

“We know what we know” Soul reiterated “and all of our work has been written authentically as it runs through us in real time. We can be thankful it is happening for us.”
“You can” Big voice agreed. “No matter how dark things may get, there is always something to be thankful for. Even if you do not see or understand the purpose, be thankful and keep your Heart open.”