BLACK HOLE IN YOUR EYE

I came to Mexico City with the certainty that I would find the black hole. Too many dreams and
hallucinations had brought me here. I had studied the mathematics of it, and I knew... I simply
knew that this was a real thing: a weird, paranormal, unexpected, and incredible thing, but as
real as my fingernails.

I could try to explain to you the mathematics of it, but it would do no good. I am, after all, one
of the few people in the planet who can actually program a quantum computer. I have been to
CERN, and surprised all the white-coats with my knowledge of singularities and quantum
particles. My mind is a kind of mystical locator for strange mathematical occurrences. I can
"sense" strange patterns that break the laws of nature.

It sounds insane, I know. But, you would be surprised. I don’t usually talk about these things to
strangers, and I am only writing this for the scientific value of my observations. After all, I am a
respected professor in an important university. Talking about my mystical powers would mean
the certain death of my career and reputation.

I told my wife and kids that my vacation”to Mexico City was a privately funded research project.
To my co-workers at the university, I told I needed time off from my wife and kids. Nobody knew
the truth. Nobody suspected that I am here now because I can see things that nobody else can
see. Nobody suspects that I know the location of tiny black holes all over the world.

Tiny black holes all over the world? Wait.. How is that possible?

Well, if you consider the profound nature of cosmic black holes, you begin to realize that
science has it all wrong when it comes to them. What do we know about black holes? A black
hole is a region of spacetime exhibiting such strong gravitational effects that nothing, —not even
particles and electromagnetic radiation such as light,—can escape it. The theory of general
relativity predicts that a sufficiently compact mass can deform spacetime to form a black hole.

So far so good… but where I beg to differ from ordinary science, is in the actual result of the
implication of the above. Once you begin to think in terms that space-time-bends ” or "no-
longer-functions", then you begin to realize that black holes are somehow all interconnected to
the same non-space-time, and, that they can appear literally anywhere within non-space-time,
because, what a black hole really means is the end of ordinary space-time as we understand
that concept.

At the center of a black hole, as described by general relativity, lies a gravitational singularity, a
region where the spacetime curvature becomes infinite. For a non-rotating black hole, this
region takes the shape of a single point, and for a rotating black hole, it is smeared out to form a
ring singularity that lies in the plane of rotation. In both cases, the singular region has zero
volume. It can also be shown that the singular region contains all the mass of the black hole
"solution". The singular region can thus be thought of as having infinite density.

Please try to consider what infinite density really means: … Destiny describes a form of
attraction. Can we really predict the nature of infinite density in ordinary physical terms? What
about “spiritual” terms. Does a black hole have a spirit? Does a black hole have a soul?

The answer to all that, is a profound and intentional YES! And this is the manner in which I,
Augustus Tobias Johnson, can detect the point of origin of black holes all over our tiny little
world.

The soul of a black hole is, as you might expect, nothingness. A true void. Absolute physical and
spiritual emptiness. The buddists talk about this... And it is to be found in any event, or object
that represents this “lack” of reality. Usually, meaning “death.” Although ordinary death is no
match for true absolute void. Oblivion. That absolute void comes from the lack of purpose
beyond the meaning of death.

Consider the bite of a mosquito with the AIDS virus on a child. To many of us, that event: the
mosquito penetrating the flesh of the child and infecting the child with a deadly disease is just a
freak of nature, bad luck, a chaotic chance occurrence.

To me, the moment the child's skin is punctured, there comes a reflection of that absolute void
that is the very center of the Milky Way, a super-black-hole that will eventually become so
dense as to devour all things in all directions. It is the very negation of existence, in an instant of
pure mathematical improbability. It is also something repeated infinitely throughout the
universe in every second of existence. The negation of life by holes in space-time. Molecular
density is the destiny of all creation. The big crunch. That which destroys all things.

The greater the density of an object or event, the greater its’ proximity to the great black hole at
the end of time. The “negative” or “void” energy of the black hole at the end of time exists
everywhere, always. The only adversary that denisty has, are those things that bring life, joy,
and light the universe. Lack of life, joy, light:… That is the true density of a black hole. Spiritual
void.

So, all black holes are created, ultimately, by the darkness of the spirit of the universe. The
destroyer of all.

And this is why I am now in Mexico City, exploring one of the places where the greatest
darkness of the spirit might be found: the headquarters of the Holy Inquisition in downtown
Mexico City. This place, more than any other, pulls me, like the inescapable gravity of a black
hole because of it's enormous force in the negation of all that is wholesome and good. I knew,
from the moment I arrived in Mexico City, that I had found one of the great gates of hell. The
place marked by my map where most of the inquisition's acts of ignorance and brutality took
place. And a place which oddly enough, had been used before the Inquisition, by the Aztecs
themselves for all manner of human sacrifices. So much violent and senseless death makes a
direct link to that giant black hole at the center of our galaxy, and at the end of our universe.
The void, oblivion is only one...

The place I was looking for would be actually quite small. Black holes are not big. They are
infinite in ther smallness. They are tiny. Black holes are so tiny, that they swallow up all the
space-time around them. So, the black hole I was looking for could be, for instance, a toilet
bowl, or a rat hole, or maybe somebody's butthole, or a broken mirror hole. …

My “black-hole” sense would lead me to it. All I had to do was to go directly to the source, plug
it up (with cement or glue or whatever I needed to plug it up) and then, one less area of cosmic
density - one less gate of hell - would exist in my world. I have traveled thousands of miles and
plugged hundreds of such holes all over the planet. And the planet is a better place because of
it. Believe me. I know.

In more simple terms to understand, black holes are openings” to the negative plane of
existence. Or perhaps better said: the realm of no-thing. When you close up these openings,
reality becomes somehow “more real, and the effects are instantaneous and beautiful to
behold. Colors are brighter. Sounds are clearer. Reality is more real. People, animals, and plants
feel better automatically. You can clean up a whole city by simply plugging up a tiny black-hole
singularity zone.

The Palace of the Inquisition stands on the corner of República de Brasil and República de
Venezuela streets in Mexico City, Mexico. While neither side of the building faces the Santo
Domingo Plaza, the entrance does, as it is placed at the corner, which is canted to allow it to
face in that direction. Its long association with the Inquisition, which ended during the Mexican
War of Independence, made it difficult to convert to other purposes.

However, it eventually became the School of Medicine for the reconstructed National University
(now the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM)). When UNAM moved to the
Ciudad Universitaria in the 1950s, it retained ownership of this building, eventually converting
the structure in what is today the Museum of Mexican Medicine.

This place is where I would find it. The black hole!

When I went in, pretending to be just another American tourist, I was surprised to see how busy
the place was. Dozens of people were visiting the museum that day, and it was a Monday. I had
not expected this, so my black-hole hunting had to be very stealthy.

But where to look?

Given the bizarre character of black holes, it was long questioned whether such objects could
actually exist in nature or whether they were merely pathological solutions to Einstein's
equations. Einstein himself wrongly thought that black holes would not form, because he held
that the angular momentum of collapsing particles would stabilize their motion at some radius.
This led the general relativity community to dismiss all results to the contrary for many years.
However, a minority of relativists continued to contend that black holes were physical objects,
and by the end of the 1960s, they had persuaded the majority of researchers in the field that
there is no obstacle to the formation of an event horizon.

Penrose proved that once an event horizon forms, general relativity without quantum
mechanics requires that a singularity will form within. Shortly afterward, Hawking showed that
many cosmological solutions that describe the Big Bang have singularities without scalar fields
or other exotic matter.

I was looking for a singularity. So it could be…anything. But certainly, it would have the
characteristics of a hole. Empty space surrounded by stuff.

My mind, logical as it has always been, determined that what I was looking for was some kind of
ancient pre-Colombian hole. Or perhaps one of those Aztec daggers that the old priests used to
pull out human hearts. The negative-energy-singularity could, in essence, be contained on the
dagger's tip. But the singularity could be anywhere. It could be anything.

How many angels fit on the eye of a needle?

How many black holes fit on the tip of a dagger?

I had to trust my 6th sense. That strange, tingly sensation that told me that I was near a
singularity. It had served me many times in the past. It would serve me now. It was that tingly
sensation that had made me use a world globe to determine the location of this new black hole.
I had used my finger on that day, to point to Mexico City. And then, in my hotel room, once I had
landed here, I had used the same technique to come here, to this particular place, which had
once housed the holy inquisition. And it all made sense. It even made sense that it was the new
Museum of Medicine. Medicine, after all, is all about saving lives, and that is the opposite of a
black hole.

When you crunch space-time into a singularity, the singularity is no longer bound by space-time,
but it is bound by spirit. Its spirit is the spirit of the void. The primordial chaos from which all
reality exploded, and it represents, in it's deepest form, non-reality. I was looking for an object
of non-reality.

I spent all day in that place, looking for a hole to plug up. After an unsuccessful hunt, I got tired
and decided that I would go back to my hotel room and sleep it off. Maybe tomorrow I could
have better luck. I knew the black hole was hidding in the museum, I just didn't know where.

An old curandera”, witch woman, came up to me on the street outside the hotel, on the way
out. The sun was coming down. It was actually a very beautiful scene, peaceful and comforting
somehow. She prodded an old, dirty finger on my chest and looked at me with accusatory eyes:

“"Estas Buscando al diablo!"”

You are looking for the devil. She accused in Spanish. My Spanish was not great, but it was good
enough to understand the gist of what she was trying to say. So I tried to give her a five dollar
bill, but she refused it. She simply left, leaving me perplexed.

One week later, after going daily to the museum and looking in every nook and cranny; in the
bathroom stalls, in the ashrtrays, all over the walls, and the floor, I still had not found the
singularity I was looking for. But my inner certainty was absolute.

Back home, my wife and kids were beginning to worry. The university called and told me that
the game was over. I had to return to classes or risk being laid off. None of them could ever
understand the enormous importance of my work. The future of the universe was at stake. If I
did not plug up the black hole in the museum, all reality could literally dissolve. It was a sacred
mission, and failure was not an option. The Gods… or the Creator or whoever, had given me this
great gift, this tingling sensation that led me to the place of origin of black holes in our world so
I could plug them up somehow.

I was not crazy. Not at all! I had to find the black hole in the museum or risk reality falling apart.

But I was also starting to break down. I stopped shaving and bathing. I hardly ate anything. I was
obsessed. I was troubled. I was perplexed. In a moment of rage, I took my cell-phone and
smashed it on the floor. I did not want to hear from my wife, or from the university either.

Then I realized something. I had been busy looking INSIDE the museum. What if the black hole
was outside?

So, my next phase of action was to look outside the museum, and that posed a new challenge,
because the building is very tall and surrounded by a large iron fence. I would have to wait for
night-time and climb the fence. So, at around 3 a.m. that next morning, I went there, hoping
that nobody would find me.

It would be my bad luck (or my destiny maybe?) that “"el diablo"” a local small-time dealer and
street thug, chose that exact same moment to go out and find an easy target for armed robbery.
He was a particularly nasty looking character, with face-tattoos, piercings and an assortment of
witchcraft symbols all over his body.

“"Hey gringo, why are you trying to climb the fence, man?"” he said to me in a casual thickly
accented voice.

My black-hole spider-sense was tingling madly. I was close. I was so very close...

“"I'm just trying to get a better look at the museum. Who are you?"” I asked innocently.

“"I am -el diablo-"” he said, and then, pulled out an old revolver. “"Now give me all your
money!"”

I was going to comply. My wallet, you see, was inside my shirt pocket. But I didn't’t know that
“el diablo” had itchy fingers. My action, reaching into my shirt pocket to pull out my wallet, was
seen as a threat to el diablo, and he fired his gun. The bullet spilled out of the barrel with a flash
and the smell of gunsmoke and then struck me in my left eye, instantly killing me. My brains
were hit by the bullet, which ricocheted in my cranium, splattering brain tissue all over the
pavement.

I had found the singularity!

Time and space ended. Life ended. Reality ended. All was void. The universe in all directions had
ended in a moment of profound gravity, and infinite density.