My dear friends,
Yesterday we celebrated a very special day — the day of a Fundamental Constant that has been largely underestimated and misunderstood:
Tau
Tau and the number e are essentially the same — except that Tau relates to the spatial dimension, while e relates to the dimension of time. This is precisely what Theory Q reveals.
Today, however, is an even more significant day, because today I will be sharing with the participants of qLogos something truly unique...
For the first time in history.
This will become one of the cornerstones of a New Psychology, but also a foundation for understanding the Physical World itself.
Theory Q fully explains what Time truly is. It shows how deeply mistaken our common intuition and perception of time have been.
Today, you have the chance to be among the very first — and possibly the only — people in the world who will truly understand the nature of Time.
This changes everything — not only our approach to the world, but also the way we approach life itself. And it has profound practical implications, because it opens the door to a kind of journey through time.
It took me 45 years to finally solve this problem...
I have never spoken about this before — not in lectures, not during Zooms, and not even in my theory. I was always missing that final piece of the puzzle.
This past weekend, I finally found it.
Today at 5:15 PM (sharp, Polish time), I will present to you the First Part of this new understanding of Time.
But that is not all.
In doing so, we will also finally resolve many other long-standing mysteries, including:
Why Causal Velocity is the speed at which the future reaches us
What the Present actually is
Why the Speed of Light is simultaneously the Causal Velocity
Why it is impossible to travel backward in time
Why, in spacetime, it is impossible to exceed the speed of light
Why, for photons, time does not flow at all
Why teleportation of matter through spacetime is impossible, while the teleportation of information and memory through time is possible (which also explains my own experience with time many years ago)
All of this will be presented today at 5:15 PM Polish time.
There was one person before me who, back in the 1960s, claimed to have solved the mystery of time — Professor Grinberg from Mexico. However, on the very same day, he and his wife disappeared without a trace, and to this day, nothing is known about what happened to them.
That is why I have decided not to wait any longer, and to share these insights with you today.
This day is also personally significant for me — the day of Peter and Paul.
See you there.
Timoore
Yesterday we celebrated a very special day — the day of a Fundamental Constant that has been largely underestimated and misunderstood:
Tau
Tau and the number e are essentially the same — except that Tau relates to the spatial dimension, while e relates to the dimension of time. This is precisely what Theory Q reveals.
Today, however, is an even more significant day, because today I will be sharing with the participants of qLogos something truly unique...
For the first time in history.
This will become one of the cornerstones of a New Psychology, but also a foundation for understanding the Physical World itself.
Theory Q fully explains what Time truly is. It shows how deeply mistaken our common intuition and perception of time have been.
Today, you have the chance to be among the very first — and possibly the only — people in the world who will truly understand the nature of Time.
This changes everything — not only our approach to the world, but also the way we approach life itself. And it has profound practical implications, because it opens the door to a kind of journey through time.
It took me 45 years to finally solve this problem...
I have never spoken about this before — not in lectures, not during Zooms, and not even in my theory. I was always missing that final piece of the puzzle.
This past weekend, I finally found it.
Today at 5:15 PM (sharp, Polish time), I will present to you the First Part of this new understanding of Time.
But that is not all.
In doing so, we will also finally resolve many other long-standing mysteries, including:
Why Causal Velocity is the speed at which the future reaches us
What the Present actually is
Why the Speed of Light is simultaneously the Causal Velocity
Why it is impossible to travel backward in time
Why, in spacetime, it is impossible to exceed the speed of light
Why, for photons, time does not flow at all
Why teleportation of matter through spacetime is impossible, while the teleportation of information and memory through time is possible (which also explains my own experience with time many years ago)
All of this will be presented today at 5:15 PM Polish time.
There was one person before me who, back in the 1960s, claimed to have solved the mystery of time — Professor Grinberg from Mexico. However, on the very same day, he and his wife disappeared without a trace, and to this day, nothing is known about what happened to them.
That is why I have decided not to wait any longer, and to share these insights with you today.
This day is also personally significant for me — the day of Peter and Paul.
See you there.
Timoore
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Introduction to My Life Story
My Life.
From My Own Perspective.
Introduction
I am not writing this out of a sense of self-importance, nor out of a sudden urge to publicly bare my private life. I have decided to recount a few key experiences, using them as a springboard to address a much broader issue. It is an issue that in Poland is still swept under the rug or treated with an alarming level of indulgence, yet it is intimately tied to what we call the Polish mentality.
I have no desire to be pigeonholed as a "critic of Polishness." First of all, I dislike generalizations. Secondly, I have many wonderful friends among Poles. And thirdly, I consider myself largely Polish.
However, I have spent my entire life interacting with many different nations and years integrating into various countries. This gives me a certain distance, allowing me to observe phenomena that are far more intense and destructive within Polish communities than anywhere else.
Working in Poland for many years, I lived a very good life up to a certain point. I had a multitude of appreciative clients and earned a very good income. However, this was accompanied by relentless hate, jealousy, envy, and constant attacks that I had to learn to endure or simply ignore. Today, looking back from the distance of Cambodia, I judge it much more harshly. I realized that material comfort and a high standard of living were not worth the price I paid: years of humiliation, degradation, and constant witch hunts.
I refuse to play the victim—I never felt comfortable in that role and always avoided it. However, I am fully aware that a high standard of living and success achieved without self-promotion do not make up for hatred and aggression. Moreover, I realize that I was no exception. Other Poles—celebrities, artists, or simply public figures—arouse the exact same hate and hostility among their compatriots.
The fact that I am not alone in this does not comfort me in the slightest, nor does it legitimize these destructive behaviors in any way. On the contrary, it makes me feel an even greater need to describe these events from my own, subjective perspective.
I hope that this subjectivity will expose a certain objective mechanism. I have noticed that many people approach this topic either defensively (claiming that "I'm just nitpicking") or with the false conviction that "it's the exact same everywhere in the world."
Let me be clear: it is simply not true.
The Polish mentality, in this regard, is a global anomaly. And it needs to be written about not because it hurt Piotr Tymochowicz or ruined his parents' lives, but because it primarily destroys Poles themselves.
My Life.
From My Own Perspective.
Introduction
I am not writing this out of a sense of self-importance, nor out of a sudden urge to publicly bare my private life. I have decided to recount a few key experiences, using them as a springboard to address a much broader issue. It is an issue that in Poland is still swept under the rug or treated with an alarming level of indulgence, yet it is intimately tied to what we call the Polish mentality.
I have no desire to be pigeonholed as a "critic of Polishness." First of all, I dislike generalizations. Secondly, I have many wonderful friends among Poles. And thirdly, I consider myself largely Polish.
However, I have spent my entire life interacting with many different nations and years integrating into various countries. This gives me a certain distance, allowing me to observe phenomena that are far more intense and destructive within Polish communities than anywhere else.
Working in Poland for many years, I lived a very good life up to a certain point. I had a multitude of appreciative clients and earned a very good income. However, this was accompanied by relentless hate, jealousy, envy, and constant attacks that I had to learn to endure or simply ignore. Today, looking back from the distance of Cambodia, I judge it much more harshly. I realized that material comfort and a high standard of living were not worth the price I paid: years of humiliation, degradation, and constant witch hunts.
I refuse to play the victim—I never felt comfortable in that role and always avoided it. However, I am fully aware that a high standard of living and success achieved without self-promotion do not make up for hatred and aggression. Moreover, I realize that I was no exception. Other Poles—celebrities, artists, or simply public figures—arouse the exact same hate and hostility among their compatriots.
The fact that I am not alone in this does not comfort me in the slightest, nor does it legitimize these destructive behaviors in any way. On the contrary, it makes me feel an even greater need to describe these events from my own, subjective perspective.
I hope that this subjectivity will expose a certain objective mechanism. I have noticed that many people approach this topic either defensively (claiming that "I'm just nitpicking") or with the false conviction that "it's the exact same everywhere in the world."
Let me be clear: it is simply not true.
The Polish mentality, in this regard, is a global anomaly. And it needs to be written about not because it hurt Piotr Tymochowicz or ruined his parents' lives, but because it primarily destroys Poles themselves.
🧱 First Fragments of Memory: Life Behind the Wall and the Polish "Third World"
I was born in Warsaw as an only child. My mother was a geographer specializing in international relations, and my father was a nuclear chemist at the Institute for Nuclear Research in Świerk. I was incredibly fortunate, as they were both brilliant, loving, and deeply patriotic people.
However, for the first few years of my life, my parents were separated. I lived with my mother in East Berlin (the capital of the GDR), while my father worked in West Berlin. The borders were closed, and we couldn't visit each other.
My earliest memories are of Berlin. As far back as I can remember, it was my city—the places I strongly identified with as a child.
I attended first and second grade on Fischerinsel, and then moved to a school on Andreasstraße, close to the city center. My mother worked at the Polish Institute of Culture, so she made sure I attended a Polish school twice a week.
But it was the East German public school that shaped me the most. I remember the sheer exoticism of that system and its heavy propaganda machinery.
What did I do during those mandatory 30-minute morning assemblies that started every day at 7:30 AM? I simply slept in. And when I was already at school and just wanted to get home faster, I would ostentatiously wait on a bench, far away from the hustle of the assembly, in my own independent little world.
The sheer artificiality and pomposity of the Young Pioneer celebrations amused me. I didn't join the Pioneers, and I didn't take part in party ceremonies. I felt like a rebel. The school frequently complained to the embassy to get me or my mother in line, but fortunately, my nonconformity was tolerated without any harsh reprisals.
It was a fascinating period of German duality. As students, we were encouraged to snitch on and spy on our own parents—checking, for example, if they were watching banned Western television.
That was when the image of two parallel worlds formed in my mind. One was the forbidden world where my father worked—a colorful world of freedom. The other was the drab but optimistic, emerging world of a new Germany.
I remember climbing the surrounding hills with my friends to gaze at the inaccessible world of the "decaying West," which shimmered in the distance with the rainbow colors of neon advertisements. Sometimes we would stand there in complete silence for almost an hour. I remember one friend whispering, "Someday, I'm going to live there."
The border was like an Event Horizon to me—something you could only reach with your imagination. That world held secrets: secret tunnels, Hitler’s flooded bunker, and the "ghost stations" of the subway that led to the West.
At some point, however, we managed to get a pass to the West through a family reunification program.
Suddenly, a completely different world opened up before me. We moved to the villa district of Wannsee, surrounded by lakes and forests. Formally, it was the American Sector. I was in for a culture shock at my new school, which was attended by both German and American kids. In stark contrast to the Eastern Bloc drill, the atmosphere was relaxed, built on partnership with the teachers, and filled with a genuine joy of learning.
Regardless, I still traveled to East Berlin twice a week for Polish school. I was constantly living at the intersection of parallel worlds within a single, divided city.
These were the 1970s. I remember when the border with Poland was opened and Poles started flocking to East Berlin in massive numbers. Aside from holidays and vacations, this was my only contact with my fellow countrymen.
And that’s when the culture clash hit me. To me, it was literally the "Third World."
Not just because of the material backwardness of the Polish People's Republic, but primarily because of their perception of time.
I was born in Warsaw as an only child. My mother was a geographer specializing in international relations, and my father was a nuclear chemist at the Institute for Nuclear Research in Świerk. I was incredibly fortunate, as they were both brilliant, loving, and deeply patriotic people.
However, for the first few years of my life, my parents were separated. I lived with my mother in East Berlin (the capital of the GDR), while my father worked in West Berlin. The borders were closed, and we couldn't visit each other.
My earliest memories are of Berlin. As far back as I can remember, it was my city—the places I strongly identified with as a child.
I attended first and second grade on Fischerinsel, and then moved to a school on Andreasstraße, close to the city center. My mother worked at the Polish Institute of Culture, so she made sure I attended a Polish school twice a week.
But it was the East German public school that shaped me the most. I remember the sheer exoticism of that system and its heavy propaganda machinery.
What did I do during those mandatory 30-minute morning assemblies that started every day at 7:30 AM? I simply slept in. And when I was already at school and just wanted to get home faster, I would ostentatiously wait on a bench, far away from the hustle of the assembly, in my own independent little world.
The sheer artificiality and pomposity of the Young Pioneer celebrations amused me. I didn't join the Pioneers, and I didn't take part in party ceremonies. I felt like a rebel. The school frequently complained to the embassy to get me or my mother in line, but fortunately, my nonconformity was tolerated without any harsh reprisals.
It was a fascinating period of German duality. As students, we were encouraged to snitch on and spy on our own parents—checking, for example, if they were watching banned Western television.
That was when the image of two parallel worlds formed in my mind. One was the forbidden world where my father worked—a colorful world of freedom. The other was the drab but optimistic, emerging world of a new Germany.
I remember climbing the surrounding hills with my friends to gaze at the inaccessible world of the "decaying West," which shimmered in the distance with the rainbow colors of neon advertisements. Sometimes we would stand there in complete silence for almost an hour. I remember one friend whispering, "Someday, I'm going to live there."
The border was like an Event Horizon to me—something you could only reach with your imagination. That world held secrets: secret tunnels, Hitler’s flooded bunker, and the "ghost stations" of the subway that led to the West.
At some point, however, we managed to get a pass to the West through a family reunification program.
Suddenly, a completely different world opened up before me. We moved to the villa district of Wannsee, surrounded by lakes and forests. Formally, it was the American Sector. I was in for a culture shock at my new school, which was attended by both German and American kids. In stark contrast to the Eastern Bloc drill, the atmosphere was relaxed, built on partnership with the teachers, and filled with a genuine joy of learning.
Regardless, I still traveled to East Berlin twice a week for Polish school. I was constantly living at the intersection of parallel worlds within a single, divided city.
These were the 1970s. I remember when the border with Poland was opened and Poles started flocking to East Berlin in massive numbers. Aside from holidays and vacations, this was my only contact with my fellow countrymen.
And that’s when the culture clash hit me. To me, it was literally the "Third World."
Not just because of the material backwardness of the Polish People's Republic, but primarily because of their perception of time.
Whether in East or West Berlin, I was living in the local future. It was a world focused on building tomorrow, without constantly picking at the scabs of the past. I grew up among German and American peers who didn't identify with World War II in the slightest.
In Poland, and among the Poles visiting Germany, I felt like I was in a completely different temporal reality. It was as if the war had ended for them just a few weeks prior.
In the next episode, I will describe situations I witnessed firsthand—things that were never talked about in Poland, shamefully swept under the rug for all those years, and which probably very few people would believe today.
👇 Let me know in the comments—was your childhood also a clash of two different worlds? I invite you to join the discussion and follow the upcoming episodes.
#PRL #Berlin #ColdWar #Mentality #History #LifeAbroad #Memoir #Reflections #ThirdWorld #Distance
In Poland, and among the Poles visiting Germany, I felt like I was in a completely different temporal reality. It was as if the war had ended for them just a few weeks prior.
In the next episode, I will describe situations I witnessed firsthand—things that were never talked about in Poland, shamefully swept under the rug for all those years, and which probably very few people would believe today.
👇 Let me know in the comments—was your childhood also a clash of two different worlds? I invite you to join the discussion and follow the upcoming episodes.
#PRL #Berlin #ColdWar #Mentality #History #LifeAbroad #Memoir #Reflections #ThirdWorld #Distance
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