Cultural Dimensions of Diversity
02/11/2013 00:00 Indexed under: Issue 5
This Is Not America (Nomen Est Omen)
This hyper-legitimate issue pending a dedicated status would highlight the cultural dimension of the problem at hand, considering that a status implies a system of law, which refers us back to (comparative) international law, knowing that the latter is all a matter of how we interpret what we perceive depending on were we were born anyway…a problem which, in my case, is deeply rooted in trauma!As the diplomatic agent of my own contingency, representing my beyondness resolutely stuck at the times square of all distorsions, I suddenly saw myself challenged to justify an impossible configuration: born in Germany in a Soviet sector which no longer existed (Berlin-Köpenick), from parents of German descent (with an unknown father born in the Eagle's Court of Berlin-Adlershof); bearing a typically German full name (composed of a feminized prophetic first name, and a last name which, as the seal of my city of birth "BERliNer staDT", was also a male forename); having the French nationality through the mother who had been naturalized upon her arrival in France right after her (second) marriage to a French national of Kabyle origin, the latter being the stepfather who adopted me at the age of 6 by virtue of an East-German law nowhere else recognized, and whom I believed until the age of 14 to be my biological father. At the crossroads of four cognitive powers struggling with psychic conflict, the quadripartite disagreement had disintegrated into an uncanny "Nikita (Khrushchev) effect". It had to be the reason why the Administration so regularly inquired about the evolution of my civil status. Something to remember.
By gathering the documents required to validate my entitlement to unemployment insurance, as I was gravitating - without even knowing - in a state of traumatic levitation around the somatic imprint of the disintegrated hard core, I noticed something strangely salient in that configuration, a kind of audiovisual RGB artifact which gave incredible relief to everything my mind reflected upon. What I disliked about this phenomenon of inherent knowledgeability was that it conveyed so much co-incidental effectology, which seemed to be rooted in something premeditated. Since I am not the kind to get myself trapped in impressions, but rather to work around such illusions if the latter turn out to be undefinable, I saw no other way out of this situation but this lead to be followed…now that I had reached its outer limit.
Fortunately enough for me, this was the consequence of premature perlaboration of trauma (working-through), even if I did not expect that this is what I would end up having to demonstrate. As if I had guessed right from the mother's womb at the hyper-charade of logical time: listen & hear, watch & see, go figure, make a decision; I see something that you don't see. All of this resulted in a form of multidisciplinary - or academic - syncretism, which would squat my soul as much as my heart, and ultimately crash me through the doors of perception in Munich. In the toolbox which, on the occasion of this quantum leap from one state into another, had liquified into a magic potion, it is the early assessment of the intercultural dimension through the lenses of internationalization and localization which now enabled me to isolate the trouble spots with so much insight.
In the context of love-is-all-around-exchangism which accompanied the deployment of social networks as from 2004, at a time when I was path-gliding into the geyser phase of a state of hyper[a]mnesis finally defined, I decided - as if by reflex - to embrace the opposite approach in favor of intellectual property, in order to make a brand new start with the autobiographical modeling of my case (study). If I already knew in how far science without conscience is but ruin of the soul, I needed to understand of what exactly my crash-through of 2000 was the return of the repressed.
Let us get back to our cultural, religious, oedipal…scapegoat. As I was progressing through the psychoanalytical reprocessing of my own memory of interfaces, in the role of the fourth-party observer holding the key to the magnetic fields into another world, I took the full measure of the projective power at the source of the "embarked entity" phenomenon (i.e. of the phobic state beyond fear), which - before my Y2K bug of June 2000 - used to guide me so inexorably to that enigmatic portal, as if to make sure I would break into my own traumatic loophole. Proceeding by multidimensional separation of concerns, I was able to reprocess my glide-path into a program of space-time matrices, and (un)doing so, to free myself, by dint of "multiple blind" cross-referencing, from the overlap of rumors into which sectarianism close and distant (in space and time) bitched itself trying in vain to frame me, by expecting an easy prey. Armed with a PC transformed into a time machine, this counter-intelligence strategy revealed itself so efficient that the trap ended up closing in on those who took the game.
As a natural born exit counselor guiding herself out of a clinical condition which shouldn't be anybody else's "business" (literally), and as such, phobically motivated, from (rightful) birth, by the necessity to recycle doubt into proof of no better option, the one deception point that kept confirming itself through it all is how late Humankind is with regard to what the state of advancement of our knowledge capital should enable us to achieve. At the intersection of all amalgamation, equipped with a formula which changes everything directly derived from a dismantlement in good and due form of my stereoptical blueprint schematics, I was (and still am) holding much more than a key: a genuine conceptual esperanto…as powerful as a Holy Grail which should not be put into everyone's hands. Now that I had full proof of the scientific validity of my conceptual approach, the next step was about getting it to the next level, i.e. about organizing secured access to this Cyber-Nethical solution of a new kind. The return of experience was ready for publication.
*This is not America, Pat Metheny Group & David Bowie, 1985:
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By gathering the documents required to validate my entitlement to unemployment insurance, as I was gravitating - without even knowing - in a state of traumatic levitation around the somatic imprint of the disintegrated hard core, I noticed something strangely salient in that configuration, a kind of audiovisual RGB artifact which gave incredible relief to everything my mind reflected upon. What I disliked about this phenomenon of inherent knowledgeability was that it conveyed so much co-incidental effectology, which seemed to be rooted in something premeditated. Since I am not the kind to get myself trapped in impressions, but rather to work around such illusions if the latter turn out to be undefinable, I saw no other way out of this situation but this lead to be followed…now that I had reached its outer limit.
Fortunately enough for me, this was the consequence of premature perlaboration of trauma (working-through), even if I did not expect that this is what I would end up having to demonstrate. As if I had guessed right from the mother's womb at the hyper-charade of logical time: listen & hear, watch & see, go figure, make a decision; I see something that you don't see. All of this resulted in a form of multidisciplinary - or academic - syncretism, which would squat my soul as much as my heart, and ultimately crash me through the doors of perception in Munich. In the toolbox which, on the occasion of this quantum leap from one state into another, had liquified into a magic potion, it is the early assessment of the intercultural dimension through the lenses of internationalization and localization which now enabled me to isolate the trouble spots with so much insight.
In the context of love-is-all-around-exchangism which accompanied the deployment of social networks as from 2004, at a time when I was path-gliding into the geyser phase of a state of hyper[a]mnesis finally defined, I decided - as if by reflex - to embrace the opposite approach in favor of intellectual property, in order to make a brand new start with the autobiographical modeling of my case (study). If I already knew in how far science without conscience is but ruin of the soul, I needed to understand of what exactly my crash-through of 2000 was the return of the repressed.
Let us get back to our cultural, religious, oedipal…scapegoat. As I was progressing through the psychoanalytical reprocessing of my own memory of interfaces, in the role of the fourth-party observer holding the key to the magnetic fields into another world, I took the full measure of the projective power at the source of the "embarked entity" phenomenon (i.e. of the phobic state beyond fear), which - before my Y2K bug of June 2000 - used to guide me so inexorably to that enigmatic portal, as if to make sure I would break into my own traumatic loophole. Proceeding by multidimensional separation of concerns, I was able to reprocess my glide-path into a program of space-time matrices, and (un)doing so, to free myself, by dint of "multiple blind" cross-referencing, from the overlap of rumors into which sectarianism close and distant (in space and time) bitched itself trying in vain to frame me, by expecting an easy prey. Armed with a PC transformed into a time machine, this counter-intelligence strategy revealed itself so efficient that the trap ended up closing in on those who took the game.
As a natural born exit counselor guiding herself out of a clinical condition which shouldn't be anybody else's "business" (literally), and as such, phobically motivated, from (rightful) birth, by the necessity to recycle doubt into proof of no better option, the one deception point that kept confirming itself through it all is how late Humankind is with regard to what the state of advancement of our knowledge capital should enable us to achieve. At the intersection of all amalgamation, equipped with a formula which changes everything directly derived from a dismantlement in good and due form of my stereoptical blueprint schematics, I was (and still am) holding much more than a key: a genuine conceptual esperanto…as powerful as a Holy Grail which should not be put into everyone's hands. Now that I had full proof of the scientific validity of my conceptual approach, the next step was about getting it to the next level, i.e. about organizing secured access to this Cyber-Nethical solution of a new kind. The return of experience was ready for publication.
*This is not America, Pat Metheny Group & David Bowie, 1985:
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