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[drpoornimashah]

How does EEG record brain activity?

Using electrodes, this technique captures brain wave patterns. These electrodes are wire-strapped to the scalp. The electrodes then record the electrical impulses and transmit signals to the computer at the same time. The findings will then be recorded and displayed by the computer.

These records are comparable to waves. It has significant peaks depending on how active your brain is. Your doctor is in charge of examining these lines. This data may be used to identify any indications of abnormality. If there are any, it may be an indication of some brain disorder.

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"France is to trial a ban on mobile phones at school for pupils up to the age of 15, seeking to give children a “digital pause” that, if judged successful, could be rolled out nationwide from January [2025].

Just under 200 secondary schools will take place in the experiment that will require youngsters to hand over phones on arrival at reception. It takes the prohibition on the devices further than a 2018 law that banned pupils at primary and secondary schools from using their phones on the premises but allowed them to keep possession of them.

Announcing the trial on Tuesday, the acting education minister, Nicole Belloubet, said the aim was to give youngsters a “digital pause”. If the trial proves successful, the ban would be introduced in all schools from January, Belloubet said.

A commission set up by the president, Emmanuel Macron, expressed concern that the overexposure of children to screens was having a detrimental effect on their health and development.

A 140-page report published in March concluded there was “a very clear consensus on the direct and indirect negative effects of digital devices on sleep, on being sedentary, a lack of physical activity and the risk of being overweight and even obese … as well as on sight”.

It said the “hyper” use of phones and other digital technology was not only bad for children but also for “society and civilisation”.

The report recommended children’s use of mobile phones be controlled in stages: no mobile phones before the age of at least 11, mobiles without internet access between 11 and 13, phones with internet but no access to social media before 15.

It also suggested children under three years old should not be exposed at all to digital devices, which it said were “not necessary for the healthy development of the child”.

“We must put the digital tool in its place. Up to at least six years old a child has no need for a digital device to develop,” Servane Mouton, a neurologist and neurophysiologist who was on the commission, said. “We have to teach parents once again how to play with their children.”

Banning phones in schools has long been debated across Europe. In countries where bans exist this is most often confined to their use and do not require children to hand them over.

In Germany there are no formal restrictions but most schools have prohibited the use of mobile phones and digital devices in classrooms except for education purposes. A quasi ban has been in place in Dutch secondary school classrooms since the beginning of this year, but as a recommendation and not a legal obligation. From this school year the directive will also apply to primary schools.

Italy was early to phone bans, introducing one in 2007 before easing it in 2017 and reimposing it in 2022. It applies to all age groups.

In February this year, the Westminster government issued non-statutory guidance that said schools in England should prohibit the use of mobile phones throughout the school day, but that it was for individual headteachers and leaders to decide on their phone use policy.

Portugal is experimenting with a compromise by introducing a number of phone-free days at schools each month, while in Spain schools in some autonomous regions have imposed a ban but there is no nationwide prohibition."

-via The Guardian, August 27, 2024

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— the politics of knife fighting

SUMMARY : tom tried to live a normal life after getting away from his hometown, but he should’ve known his little slice of heaven would go bad eventually. 

PAIRING : tom hanniger x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : emmeline kipling (OFC), klaus cassidy (OMC), donald white (OMC), gilly fawkes (OFC)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, gore, blood, murder, DID (dissociative identity disorder), set after the events of MBV

WORD COUNT : 4.5k

A/N : title from jamies elsewhere song. this fills the on the run square on my @jacklesversebingo card. I listened to every MCR song to finish this 😭✋🏻

TOM’S POV

It was pretty morbid, if he thought about it too hard. 

You, getting so worked up after a funeral. 

To be fair, Gilly and Don weren’t even your friends anymore. In fact, there was an intense animosity between the three of you that reminded Tom of himself, Sarah, and Axel. 

Except it was much more complicated than that and you weren’t interested in dating Donald. It was more… a case of unrequited love, but much darker. Donald didn’t want you to have the choice to not be with him and Gilly hated you despite not wanting to be with Donald herself. 

Gilly and Don made your life hell for two whole years before he met you. 

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry. His head was pounding and something warm, soft, and wet slid across his face. 

He saw you, your face pinched in concern as you wiped his blood from the wounds you’d sewn up for him. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” he remembered your soft voice and reassuring smile, right before he passed out again.

That was the day he found out that Harry Warden hadn’t returned to get him, Harry Warden was a part of him and had done all those horrible things. The only good thing about it was that Harry had an interest in keeping him alive and got him out of the mine before he was found and arrested. 

When he came to, two days later, he was on the couch in your living room wearing new clothes—clothes Donald had left at your place and you wanted to get rid of. 

You let him stay, you respected that he didn’t want to share much about himself, and you allowed him to stay in your home until he was ready to make it on his own. Despite knowing nothing about him, you took care of him. But you did also threaten him by telling him your dad was an ex-Marine. He figured that’s the reason you knew how to properly stitch up a bullet wound.

After a few months of your arrangement, his temporary stay at your home became permanent. And he went from being a stranger to being your lover. 

Within months, miles away from his hometown, he finally felt like he’d established a sense of safety with you. He finally felt that his mind and his life had stabilised. The blackouts and the fear of Harry taking over his body reduced to nothing.

With your help, he was finally able to find a neurophysiologist who could treat him and help him with his condition. He confronted what was wrong with him while he was with you. 

Hell, he thinks he may have matured drastically since he’s known you. He used to be so arrogant and cowardly. 

You didn’t know the specifics about his past or his condition at first, but you seemed happy that he was getting help for whatever it was that was troubling him so profoundly. He started working through his trauma, who he was, what he wanted for himself—it was easier knowing you were back home waiting for him. 

He was finally able to share most of his past with you. Most of it. Because he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you his diagnosis or the fact that the bunkmate in his head was a murderer. 

It took a few years, but eventually, he was able to integrate those traumatic memories and he taught himself to not be afraid of Harry coming to ruin everything he’d built for himself.

He didn’t know if the medication was actually helping or if being far away from Harmony and Hanniger Mine made Harry Warden stay down and out of his way. 

He only knew that he was grateful to have met you.

You were gentle and patient with him. He felt that you understood him. Profoundly. Not knowing him as he was back then and not having expectations of him like everyone else back in Harmony did, it helped, too. 

He was getting to learn who he was on his own and you were part of that journey. The rediscovery of himself. 

You accepted him and all that he was, but he didn’t know if you’d still love him knowing there was someone else living inside him.

He pushed it to the back of his mind and focused on you and your wandering hands, but you caught him, once again, in the middle of his thoughts.

“Tommy, you okay?” You murmured against his jaw as you worked on loosening his black tie. He felt himself get warmer the lower your hands wandered and his heart pounded loudly in his chest when you got to his belt.

He smiled at you and buried his fingers in your hair to bring you up for a slow, long kiss. He finally felt you fumble for the first time, your fingers slowed at his belt, and you moaned into his mouth softly.

“Yeah, I was thinking about you,” he reassured you when he pulled away. His hands moved out of your hair, slowly sneaked up your warm thighs, and beneath the soft black dress you wore.

You gazed into his eyes and bit your lip. 

He could see your concern and your curiosity. He knew he appeared to be distracted these past couple of weeks, but especially today at the funeral for both Gilly and Donald. You asked him about it, but he would dismiss it, and you hesitantly accepted his response every time. 

He dreaded the day you found out the truth about him. 

But it seemed the universe believed he was asking too much for wanting to be happy with you.

He squeezed your bare hip beneath your dress, the absence of underwear excited him. You must have slipped them off in between kissing him senseless and pushing him into the couch you both currently rested on. He helped you get his belt off and kissed you passionately. 

You finally conceded and cupped his face to kiss him back with as much fervour, and successfully managed to ease his mind of his concern and amend the lack of control he was starting to feel again. 

READER’S POV

As you turned the corner into the street leading to your home, the sight of red and blue sirens instantly made your heart speed up.  

You hoped it wasn’t your home. That Tom was okay. That nothing happened to him. But those thoughts didn’t comfort you and your breathing picked up so that you almost felt your lungs burning.

You slowed your car as you drove closer to your home, the source of police cars. Your neighbours stared at you and murmured to each other and your stomach ached, nauseous.

You parked nearby with your hands trembling and managed to get out of the car without stumbling on your weak knees. Your eyes fell to police officers standing and talking around your house, but there was no ambulance in sight. 

“Please, please, please,” you murmured shakily. 

You pulled the yellow tape that kept you out over your head to enter your front lawn, and looked around for Tom, but he wasn’t outside with any of the police officers.

You hoped to talk to someone who might know something. Where’s Tom? 

“Miss, you’re Tom Hanniger’s girlfriend?” You recognised the woman’s voice behind you. 

See, usually, you’re not one to hold a grudge if things happened before the age of 14, but Emmeline Kipling went from being your middle school bully, to a bully of a police officer. Way to beat the stereotype. 

“Fiancée,” you muttered before you turned to face her. “What’s happened? Where’s Tom?”

“He’s wanted for the murder of Donald White and Gilly Fawkes,” she answered bluntly. Your mouth dropped open and you blinked at her. You shook your head and looked away from her, stared intently at your home, and wondered why or how it was possible that you could’ve missed this. 

“No, he wouldn’t do that, that’s-that’s not-”

“We’ve got the evidence to back it up,” she interrupted you, laying her hand on your arm instinctively. God, can everything just stop? “We found the murder weapon and his clothes with Don and Gilly’s blood in your basement.” 

Tears stung your eyes, but it wasn’t because you felt bad about what happened to Gilly and Don. They had it coming. You were afraid of what would happen to Tom if they found him. Would they shoot him on sight? Would he be sent to his death if they captured him alive?

“You’re playing detective now? I mean.. it could be… mine, for all you know,” you rambled nervously, stepping away from her touch as your knees became wobbly.

“No, it’s mining clothes in his size and we’ve taken the murder weapon to check the prints. We both know you don’t have a bone in your body that could hurt a fly,” she smiled at you, but you sensed some malice in her tone. Did she forget that you choked her for physically abusing your other friend? You wanted to do it again. Your fists clenched along with your jaw, but you stopped yourself from making a move. “Did you know about his past in Harmony? He was wanted for nine murders there… They thought he was dead… until now…” she watched you but you remained as calm as you could possibly be with the information she dumped on you. “If you know where he is, tell us… you know, this case will help me get to detective.”

You laughed in disbelief and blinked your tears away. “Well, then, I hope you don’t catch him.” 

“I don’t like you either, but it doesn’t change the fact that your… fiancé is a bad person. Worst of all, a murderer.”

“He’s not a bad… He-”

“I’ve dealt with plenty of cases like these. Most people who’ve lived with evil always tell me the same thing: He never could, never would. That’s not possible. He’s so good to me. But they always find out that they’re wrong in the worst way possible. And it looks like you know nothing about Harmony. There are witnesses. He’s the guy.”

You looked around silently at your neighbours and wondered if they’d already heard about Tom. That he was a murderer. Could he be? Could he really be the one that did it?

“We’ve found an address for a cabin, Emmy,” an officer took the silence between the two of you as a go. He looked at you with empathetic eyes and a comforting smile. You tried to return it, but it was an awful lot of work, especially after hearing about your aunt’s cabin. 

Tom offered to help you clean it up for her.

You hated your aunt for the way she treated your mom… but he’d been adamant about it for weeks after you vented to him about her audacity. How could she ask you for anything after the way she treated your mother? 

Emmeline took the paper from the officer to read it.

You stared at the torn paper that was once stuck to your fridge with a magnet containing the location. You should’ve just put “cabin”, but Tom occasionally went alone after he convinced you to stay home and relax. 

You always wondered why he was so interested in getting it cleaned for her.

“Could he be there?” Emmeline broke your train of thought. Barley.

“I… I don’t know,” you lied and shrugged. Being overwhelmed helped you cover whatever your tell was, that’s all you knew for sure. For all you know, Tom was up there… 

How could he hide this from you? How could you be so blind? Were there signs that you missed? Why were you helping him?

“Let’s check it out,” she told him anyway. He nodded and paused for a moment when he looked at you, but he changed his mind and left. Emmeline did the same and followed him after shoving the piece of paper into her pocket.

“Wait!” You turned to follow her to the car her partner was getting into. “Let me come.” Emmeline turned around and hesitated. “You owe me for that fake-ass apology you gave for how cruel you were.”

“You’re not gonna let that go?” She chuckled. You narrowed your eyes. 

“Don’t act like you don’t victimise yourself to this day for what I did to you after all the torture you put me through. I’ve heard plenty from your fellow officers who know better than to believe your lies…”

“Fine,” she replied begrudgingly and rolled her eyes at you. You resisted the urge to hit her with your clenched fist and opened the door to get into the back.

You had a hard time believing that Tom could actually murder Gilly and Don. He was always so gentle and loving. Soft. Quiet. Kind.

Was that only for you? 

Was it an act? A cover for his real life as a murderer?

You imagined: if he did do it. Would that change anything? Would you love him less? And those people he supposedly murdered in Harmony. Were they innocent? Were you actually thinking this? You felt awful, but part of you needed to believe that he had a good reason for committing murder. 

He can’t be a bad man. He can’t be. 

It was hard for you to believe it. So damn hard, but you knew him. He had problems he didn’t talk about with you completely. If he had some sort of breakdown, he just needed help and you weren’t giving up on him. 

You don’t know how long you were in your thoughts. Or how much time you spent thinking of a way to get Tom to safety. To think of words that would convince Tom to stand down if he was still out of his depth. Or to think of words that would convince Emmeline and her partner to stand down. 

The car came to a stop as the sun began to set behind deep green trees. They reminded you of Tom’s eyes. The wheels crunched on the dirt and twigs, and then there was complete silence as Emmeline looked around from inside the car.

She was afraid. 

You hoped that wouldn’t make her do something stupid that would put Tom’s life in danger. 

“Stay here with her,” Emmeline told her partner after a few moments. She inhaled deeply and exhaled before opening the car. 

“Um… okay?” He looked back at you, leaned forward to shout, “shouldn’t we call for backup first and wait?” Emmeline stopped for a beat or two.

“No, I don’t think he’s armed,” she reassured him. When she smiled at you, it made you nervous. Something was off…

“But you don’t actually know… that…” he trailed off after she slammed the door on him. He turned to you and you couldn’t help smiling nervously at him. He didn’t seem too bad. “I'm, uh… Klaus Cassidy,” he offered, but your mind instantly drifted off to Tom.

You didn’t trust Emmeline for a second. You could just be paranoid because she was an awful person, but you were done with making excuses for people. You had to trust your gut.

Just like you should’ve trusted your gut and done something to help Tom. He had been so jumpy, on edge, and distant ever since Gilly and Don’s death were announced on the news. 

You really thought he was doing well in therapy.

“I… I need some air,” you whispered shakily.

“Yeah, okay,” Kalus frowned at you. 

You stepped out of the car to breathe in the crisp air of nature. Silence. Branches. Animals in the distance. Peace and space. You couldn’t stand being trapped in the car anymore.

Klaus made his way around the car and stood close to you. Protectively. You saw his gun, his nervousness. It was a quick thought, but you knew you probably wouldn’t get another chance. 

“Klaus,” you felt guilty and genuinely bad, but you needed to do something about Tom. Klaus turned to look at you and you didn’t think twice about hitting him square in the jaw like your dad taught you. 

He fell to the ground and you apologised to his unconscious body. You opened the car, quickly rummaged through the glove compartment where you found some surgical gloves. 

You put them on and apologised once more as you took Klaus’ gun and legged it in the direction of the cabin. You knew this place better than Emmeline did, you just hoped you’d make it to Tom before she could hurt him.

TOM’S POV

He wasn’t quite used to this sensation. 

Seeing himself outside of his body, something else… someone else using it to move around, it was horrible.

He shouted, begged, and just about did everything he could think of to regain control, but Harry didn’t give his body up.

Harry didn’t speak to him.

All he could do was watch as Harry put a new disguise on. A clean, black miner’s uniform. He could smell the newness, the softener that reminded him of you. But there was the old gas mask on his face again, filled with the hellish stench of sweat, dust, dried blood, and firesmoke.

From inside the cabin, staring out the window as he cursed and swore at Harry, all he could do was watch as some police officer approached. Harry grabbed an axe he found lying around, his gloves squeaked slightly with his tightened grip. 

Harry was excited at the sight of her with her gun and flashlight pointed in his direction.

We’re not immortal, dammit!

“Tom Hanniger!” She shouted at him, but Harry tilted his head indifferently. “Put the axe down or I’ll shoot you.” 

She fired at the cabin, the bullet hit the wooden wall close to the window he was staring out of. He flinched, forgetting that he technically wasn’t inside the cabin. 

Harry angrily put the axe in one hand and held it stiffly in the middle. He breathed through the mask, deeply inhaled, a long exhale. Completely calm, which was not the way he was feeling about adding another person to the list of people… he’s… killed.

“That was a warning shot, Tom! Put it down now, I won’t miss you next time!”

Rustling within the trees made the police officer lower her gun and turn slightly to the source. Her guard was down and he felt like he could breathe again, but unfortunately, Harry began to charge menacingly towards her.

“Klaus?” She turned her flashlight in the direction of the sound of what could only be something getting thrown onto the ground and skipping across a few times before stopping. 

“Tom?” 

No. 

God, no, not you. Not here, not now. Not like this. 

Your voice called out from a completely different direction, but he looked opposite to where the police officer faced. At least it was enough to bring him back to himself. You. Your voice calling his name.

He murmured your name and released the breath that began to make him feel lightheaded. His grip loosened on the axe, but he didn’t let go of it completely. 

He could see you faintly as you stepped out from the thick trees. He stepped towards your voice and the police officer turned in your direction, sadly for her. Her gun was ready, her flashlight lit you up like the beautiful star you were. 

“Tommy, please don’t make things worse for yourself. Put the axe down, please,” you tried to speak calmly, but he could hear the tremble in your voice as you walked the rest of the way towards him. 

His eyes fell over your body. Your work clothes, uncomfortable heels, and surgical gloves loose on your hands. You were vulnerable, unarmed in the middle of a gunfight. The police officer lowered her gun again after a moment of hesitation as she watched the events unfold. 

He’d completely forgotten that you’d eventually catch wind of it all. Of what he was accused of… of what he’d done. He just never expected you to do this, to involve yourself with his other side. 

“Tom… what did you do?” You asked quietly. He could only feel the warmth of your hand seep through the glove and the mask. Your fingers gently threaded into his hair and your other hand took the axe from him.

All he could do was say your name, his voice cracked with his heart at the sight of your tears. All your dreams shattering, your hopes, your future together. From shards, to dust. Irreparable.

He felt the police officer taking his wrists carefully to place the cuffs on him. He struggled for a moment, wishing he’d gotten to touch your face one last time, to kiss you, to take the costume off and feel you for the last time. 

“Don’t do that!” You tried to stop her, subsequently dropping the axe on the ground.

She relented briefly before coming to her senses. “I have to arrest him and take him in.” 

You pushed her away and the cuffs fell to the ground with a clink against the axe. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hands and Tom took the chance to remove the gas mask and finally took a deep breath outside of the suffocating mask underneath it. 

“Please, baby.” He grabbed your arms, hoping to calm you down, but you moved away from him. 

“Don’t move, Tom!”

“God! Shut up and let me think, Em!” You shouted in frustration.

“There’s nothing to think about!” She argued with you, getting down to retrieve the cuffs, but you kicked them away. She instantly stood up straight and pulled her gun on you, cocked and ready. Tom stepped in front of you protectively. She looked between you and him for a moment, then laughed dryly. “You’re working with him! Aren’t you? Yeah! You wanted him… no, you told him to kill them for you, didn’t you?”

“What? No! That’s not true!”

“Doesn’t matter,” she smiled and shrugged. “I can just say that you admitted it. You told him to kill Gil and Don for you. Then, you attacked me once we got here. I defended myself and shot you and you died. I’ve been looking for a way to get rid of you ever since-”

You lifted Klaus’ gun and fired it, the bullet flew straight through her forehead before she could speak another word. Tom flinched and gasped in shock, he opened his eyes once her body hit the dirt. 

He stared in disbelief and horror at the hole in the police officer’s forehead, the light spatter of blood from the entry wound. Her eyes were opened to the sky, dead as the stars above. 

He heard you moving around him and saw you put her cuffs back in her pocket. He couldn’t believe you did that. No second thought, no hesitation. And you knew her. Em—that's what you called her.

“Tom!” You shouted at him desperately. “Come on, Tommy. We-we have to get to my dad’s place.” The tremble in your voice reminded him that you were quite shaken up after all. 

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” he commented distractedly, hoping to hide his distress. But he could tell, now that you took him by his hand, that you weren’t as put together as he imagined. 

He felt the weight of the axe in his other hand and wondered how it got there. He didn’t care. He just watched you lead the way as he tried to collect himself, but he couldn’t do it without giving Harry control. He pushed away his distraught and squeezed your hand.

“Well, no, but I’m still his daughter and he’s not going to let anything bad happen to me.” He remained quiet and suddenly he stood in front of a cop car where you planted the gun on an unconscious officer. 

You apologised to the man and removed your gloves, but shoved them into your dress pants. He watched you wipe your hands on your shirt as if somehow the blood got on you. You did it multiple times as you multitasked: hid your footprints and walked in the direction away from the cop car. 

This was such a mess. 

He didn’t want this for you. 

He didn’t want this for himself. 

He deflated. He let your hand go and stood a few metres away from the road, defeated. “Why are you doing this? Just leave me, I’ll-”

“I can’t!” You frowned at him and took his hand in your once more. Your beautiful wide eyes full of fear and love made his heart wrench. “Okay? I… I love you too much to just leave you alone with all of… this. You’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess I already did something stupid…” he murmured, dropping the axe to hold your waist and pull your body flush with his. You were also angry— it seemed, because you crossed your arms and glared at him. 

“Yes! You did! You absolute… melon!” He felt bad for laughing at that, but you looked so cute when you angrily shoved him away. “God, Tommy! What were you thinking?!” You tangled your fingers in your hair, overwhelmed, frustrated, and confused. 

He took your hands and brought you in for a comforting embrace, hoping to somehow calm you down. He kissed your hairline and you slowly softened in his arms. He felt you cling tightly to the back of the miner’s uniform he wore. 

“You had to see them every day. After what they both did to you- I don’t know, I’m having a hard time feeling sorry that they were… that I…” 

“How did this happen? Why did you do that? Tommy… you’re such an idiot,” you whispered. He pulled away just to cup your face in his calloused hands. He kissed you once, then a second time, and on the third try, you finally kissed him back. 

“It wasn’t… me… it was, but it wasn’t. It’s hard to explain, actually,” he laughed wryly and breathed against your lips. You shivered and kissed him firmly. He wanted to drown in you, to be covered in your stars and your heart and your body. 

His entire body lit up and turned hot like an overpowered bulb about to burst. 

You pulled away from his lips just in time and he pressed his forehead against yours. “Let’s just get out of here and talk about it outside of these creepy fucking woods.” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, making you way deeper into the forest. He quickly picked the axe up again and made his way to you, nervous, but ready to face whatever the future may be like on the run with you. 

“It can’t be that creepy here,” he smiled hesitantly. You rolled your eyes at him about to argue your case to demonstrate why the woods were scary. “We fucked against that tree over there after you thought I got us lost.” 

He pointed across to where a red ribbon was wrapped around a tree. He did that to remember you whenever or if he ever found himself in this part of the woods. 

You stopped dead in your tracks with your mouth agape. He joined you and smiled shyly when you smiled at him in surprise. “Shut up,” you couldn’t help laughing. 

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The Living Machine - Warren McCulloch

Year: 1962 Production: National Film Board of Canada Director: Tom Daly, Roman Kroitor "Warren Sturgis McCulloch (November 16, 1898 – September 24, 1969) was an American neurophysiologist and cybernetician known for his work on the foundation for certain brain theories and his contribution to the cybernetics movement.  Along with Walter Pitts, McCulloch created computational models based on mathematical algorithms called threshold logic which split the inquiry into two distinct approaches, one approach focused on biological processes in the brain and the other focused on the application of neural networks to artificial intelligence."

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Episode 196: The Disappearance of Jacobo Grinberg *IS LIVE*! Image 01: Jacobo Grinberg was a famed Mexican scientist, neurophysiologist, and psychologist who dedicated his life to studying an unseen reality or “Lattice” which existed at the intersection of psychic ability and shamanism. Image 02: Jacobo in the lab. Image 03: One of Jacobo’s experiments tested psychic ability by instructing children to meditate, after which he would blindfold the child and ask them to describe picture books without use of their eyes. Image 03: The experiments led Jacobo to publish his “sintergic theory” about the existence of an unseen reality, or “lattice”, we can tap into with meditation. Image 04: Jacobo theorized that Mexican Shamans were able to tap into the lattice and began observing a Mexican healer known as “La Pachita.” Image 05-08: La Pachita was famous for performing psychic surgeries using only a few bandages and a rusty kitchen knife. During these surgeries, Pachita would connect with a spirit she called “Hermanito” who had been a powerful Aztec ruler known as Cuauhtémoc. Image 09: As Jacobo’s controversial research began revealing things he was “unable to explain with modern science”, Jacobo found himself at the center of political upheaval and was ostracized from the scientific community... until he went missing altogether. Some people believe Jacobo actually transformed into someone else entirely named Shiva Shambo. Image 10: Shiva Shambo. What do you guys think? Where did Jacobo go? Is Shiva Shambo and Jacobo the same person?!

[dojae-huh]

Listened to a talk from a neurophysiologist about adaptation and the brain. He listed inherent programmes that help to adapt to new challenges: curiosity, competitiveness, leadership and desire of freedom (overcoming obstacles). And it struck me that it's exactly what Doyoung has. No wonder he achieves his goals. Jaehyun doesn't have an inner pull to be a leader, however, his curiosity is higher than Do's, so he compensates with that.

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The first heat wave of the summer has placed eight out of 10 Spanish municipalities under warning for risks to human health. Although the effects of dehydration on the body is the main concern, the brain also suffers from this upward trend in temperatures: 2023 set records as the hottest year on the planet since records began in the mid-19th century. Recent studies have shown that excessive heat reduces cognitive abilities, both for studying and working. In addition, while the brain works hard to keep the body cool, extreme temperatures increase aggressiveness and stress and particularly affect patients with certain psychiatric disorders. The brain is a temperature-sensitive organ that is not equipped to function properly at 45ºC. At such high temperatures cognitive function slows down, as Sandra Giménez, a clinical neurophysiologist at the Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau in Barcelona, explains: “Extreme heat affects all the cognitive functions of the brain: our ability to react, our response capacity, memory, etc. Everything becomes much harder; we go much slower. We are not going to say that neurons melt, but there is an effect. Performance is much poorer in high temperatures.” Scientific evidence supports this. Taking a test on a day when the temperature is higher than 32ºC results in a 14% reduction in grade score relative to taking that same test at 22ºC and reduces the odds of passing a subject by nearly 11%, according to a 2018 study carried out in New York public schools. “I estimate that, during the period 1998-2011, more than 510,000 exams that would otherwise have been passed were failed due to high temperatures, affecting at least 90,000 students, possibly many more,” concludes Jisung Park, a professor at the Harvard Kennedy School and author of the study.

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Bernice Grafstein

Bernice Grafstein was born in 1929 in Toronto, Ontario. Grafstein is a neurophysiologist who is recognized worldwide as an expert on nerve cells. Her research established the role extracellular movement of potassium ions in propagation of spreading depression. Grafstein later developed an interest in nervous system development and regeneration, becoming known for her work on the transport of proteins within both normal and regenerating neurons. In 1985, she became the President of the Society for Neuroscience, the first woman to hold this position.

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Who can be seen immediately before and after a person dies (Deathbed Visitors).

Dr. Peter Fenwick is a neuropsychiatrist and neurophysiologist who is known for his studies of end of life phenomena, including near-death experiences and deathbed visions of the dying person, as well as the experiences of hospice and palliative care workers and relatives of dying people. Dr. Fenwick believes that consciousness may be independent of the brain and so able to survive the death of the brain, a theory which has divided the scientific community. The "problem with death" is deeply rooted in our culture and the social organization of death rituals. Fenwick believes that with serious engagement and through further investigation of these phenomena, he can help change attitudes so that we in the West can face up to death, and embrace it as a significant and sacred part of life. We have become used to believing that we have to shield each other from the idea of death. Fear of death means we view it as something to be fought every step of the way.

Dr. Fenwick's YouTube Channel:

/ @peterfenwick3768

[drpoornimashah]

What are the tests used for sleep study?

Electroencephalography (EEG): An EEG detects and records brain waves while sleeping in order to determine how long a person spends in each sleep stage.

Electromyography is a test that measures and analyses muscle contractions.

Electrocardiography (EKG): An EKG detects electrical impulses in the heart using electrodes attached to the skin. EKGs may detect abnormal cardiac rhythms as well as slow or fast heart rates.

Pulse Oximetry: A pulse oximeter is a device that may be mounted to a finger, earlobe, or toe to detect blood oxygen levels.

Electrooculography: An electrooculogram records eye movements to assist researchers in determining sleep phases.

Plethysmographic Strain Belts and Airflow Sensors: Sensors near the nose and mouth assess airflow, while belts are wrapped across the chest and abdomen to record movements associated with breathing effort.

Snoring noises are picked up by a microphone placed near the sleeper.

For more information, consult Dr. Poornima Shah one of the best Neurophysiologist in Mumbai.

[stemgirlchic]

the sims 4 scientist career is so funny to me bc like what is this?

you start out as a lab tech like yup and then serum sequencer?? technological innovator?? UFOLOGIST?? EXTRATERRESTRIAL EXPLORER?? i love this game with all my heart but it's always so funny to me when media makes a job called "scientist" as if a neurophysiologist and a neuroanatomist do the same job let alone a chemist, programmer, astronautical engineer, and astronaut. but then again, i love interdisciplinary science so maybe i'm just jealous of my sims

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I read that in Asia the experiments did not have the same name like MK ultra, what would be the name in Russia? Would it be different? Also, do you know any programming called the hall of flowers and bunny programming?

Asia is a continent, so I need a country to provide an answer.

No, it wouldn’t be called MK-ULTRA in other countries. That was the American program. I don’t have the name for the Russian program.

Prior to the early 1960s there was virtually no research being conducted in the Soviet Union on implantation of recording or stimulating electrodes in the subcortical regions of the human brain. This hesitancy was in part possibly the result of an aversion to the type of medical experiments performed by the Nazis during WWII. Nevertheless, in 1951. The Soviets openly stated that one aim of their physiological research programs was to develop the ability to damage, repair, and control the central nervous system at will. During the late 1950s and early 1960s the nature of Soviet scientific research changed rapidly.

Soviet withdrawal from the rigidly Pavlovian-bound research philosophy led to a revitalised interest in the biophysics of behaviour, particularly with regard to the bioelectrical features of subcortical areas of the brain.

Bekhtereva reported in 1966 at a meeting of French and Soviet scientists that there were 200 human subjects at her Institute with deep implanted electrodes participating in experiments on stimulation control of human behaviour, memory and encephalographic measurement. Her basic premise was that the experimentation was necessary for the study of illnesses. When questioned on the number of subjects by a US scientist who suggested that she meant 20 rather than 200, she reportedly emphasised that the figure was in excess of two hundred. When questioned again in 1968, at an International Symposium on the Central Nervous System, Bekhtereva would only reply that the subjects were all Parkinsonian or epileptic patients and that the number was in excess of 100. However, a distinguished Western scientist reported that in an informal discussion, Bekhtereva indicated that not all her subjects were physically ill or otherwise impaired. In the opinion of a US neurophysiologist, if Bekhtereva poses a requirement to the chairman of the Soviet Academy of Medicine, the Academy could arbitrarily transfer the required number of patients to her for research purposes. if in fact Bekhtereva has experimented with normal human subjects, it is highly improbable that these subjects were volunteers. 

Dr. Natalya Zavalova, a Soviet psychologist is reportedly in charge of psychological testing and training for flight personnel in the Soviet Air Force. At an International Symposium devoted to research on the Central Nervous System in the US in February 1968, Dr. Zavalova reported that she had implanted electrodes in the brains of jet pilots. Actually, Zavalova's experiment was divided into two parts. The purpose of the first phase of her experiment was to examine the capability of aircraft pilots to make decisions under stress. These pilots were placed in either aircraft or simulators with a second pilot who had been directed to manoeuvre the aircraft into dangerous flight attitudes. The procedures the subject pilots were asked to perform to correct the "emergency" were not pre- announced and the "stress" situation in which they found themselves was reportedly life threatening. Assessments of their reaction times during response to the emergency were recorded. The second phase of the experiment was devoted to examining the impact of electrical brain stimulation on the capability of aircraft pilots to make decisions under stress. The exact same procedures were followed, however, this time when the plane was manoeuvred into dangerous flight altitudes, the electrodes in the pilots brains were simultaneously stimulated. Zavalova claimed that fear was controlled in the pilots when the electrodes were stimulated and that this control was indicated when pilot performance of emergency procedure checks was reduced from 30 to 5 seconds. Zavalova indicated that this experiment was undertaken to aid in the development of reliable methods for differentiating performance capabilities of pilots.

 Institute of Experimental Medicine which does the ESB data analysis has its own computer. Soviet scientists performing stimulation research have observed both simple and complex changes in mental activity during these experiments. Some of these changes include fluctuations in waking states, simple visual and auditory hallucination, diverse psychosensory disturbances and "body scheme" disorders, changes in memory, mood fluctuations, and development of attraction to repeated electrical stimulation inducing pleasant emotions. In general, electrical stimulation of the brain can produce a large variety of responses, from motor effects to emotional reactions. Some of these observations have raised questions among scientists regarding whether humans can be manipulated in such a manner that they can be transformed (in the words of one Soviet scientist), into "robots." This fear has been perpetuated by the fact that the Soviets appear to have more of an opportunity to experiment with normal human subjects rather than any hard and fast statistics on their actual capability to control human behaviour through application of electrical brain stimulation. 

Some Aspects of Parapsychological Research in-the Former Soviet Union Edwin C. May, Ph.D., Larissa Vilenskaya Cognitive Sciences Laboratory Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC) Menlo Park, California Abstract This paper provides an in-depth discussion of research of anomalous mental phenomena (AMP) in the former Soviet Union. The authors spent approximately two months in Russia in 1992 and 1993, and interacted with researchers in Moscow and Novosibirsk. The authors primarily discuss experiments in anomalous perturbation (often referred to as psychokinesis--PK and bio-PK) which have been the main focus of anomalous mental phenomena (AMP) research programs in the Soviet Union. In particular, the authors discuss methodologies and results of experimental attempts by human operators to affect the following inanimate and animate target systems: (1) microcalorimeters, (2) electric noise generators, (3) cellular cultures, (4) plant seeds, (5) plant biopotentials, (6) frequency of impulses emitted by an electricity-generating fish, (7) eating behaviour of mice, (8) person's reaction time, and (9) parameters of human EEG. 

Bunnies and rabbits are used in programming. They tend to be used with Beta programming. 

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