Month: December 2016

5 Very Important Life Lessons That I learned In 2016

5 Very Important Life Lessons That I learned In 2016

The year 2016 for me, has been a bit more of a stationary year compared to previous years- and I’m perfectly ok with that. Having returned to the states after spending an entire year in the Carribean, was proof in itself that I had some “unfinished business”. Spending a year overseas in the azure beauty of the Carribean from 2014 to 2015 was definitely a life-changing and mind-altering experience. It was an important period in my life when I experienced alot of self-growth and discovery.  To stumble upon many kindred spirits on an enchanted island only helped my spirit grow even more. Every day of my life was spent walking the beaches from one end to the next, basking in the presence of the wind as it seized my worries and blew them elsewhere.

But see, that’s the problem. Only temporarily would these worries be suddenly forgotten. In the same fashion that a drunkard lifts a bottle of alcohol to his lips in hopes of drowning out his own misery, temporarily. So has he forgotten that the misery remains after the drinking has ended.  So what can be done?

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This brings me to lesson learned #1:
In the year 2016, I learned that you cannot use ‘escapism‘ as a form of solving problems from within. “You cannot ‘flee’ or ‘run away’ from self, because ‘self’ will always follow. You can only acknowledge what can be done to improve self and get to work. Then your problems will ‘flee’ and ‘run away’ from you.” Any sort of negative emotions you may be dealing with, or negative attributes you are trying to overcome, resides from within. Emotions, attributes, characteristics or even addictions that all stem from psyche and personality are immaterial abstracts or immaterial concepts (i.e ‘Reason, love’ ). They are intangible, non-concrete- concluding that you cannot put emotions in a lock box and put it up on the closet shelf to leave behind to come back to it later.

“This breakup has me depressed… I’ll just simply lock up the depression in this lockbox and voila!(solved!)”

“You cannot ‘flee’ or ‘run away’ from self, because ‘self’ will always follow. You can only acknowledge what can be done to improve self and get to work. Then your problems will ‘flee’ and ‘runaway’ from you.” – PeoplesBrain (2016)

Can I give you a bucket of #1? Not the substantiation or numeral of ‘1’ but the concept of ‘1’?

No  I cannot. It is impossible. Because these concepts are inclusive to immaterial abstract laws.  So do not treat your emotions as tangible abstracts that you can just ‘run away’ from. You cannot hop aboard a plane and fly away from your weaknesses. They will follow you wherever you go. So step up to the plate and conquer your weaknesses! And that brings us to lesson #2 learned-

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Lesson #2: “Life is 5% what happens to you, and 95% how you respond.”

 

“How do YOU respond to life?”

This is one of those quotes that makes you immediately stop what you’re doing and stare off into a void of space.  However, interestingly enough, we as humans tend to believe the exact opposite. In opposition, we possess the pre-defined notion to think that life is 95% what happens to us and 5% how we respond. But this is wrong on so many levels. This a mind-conditioning curse that goes centuries far back and emanates from the source of what we refer to as, “Human Behavior“.

Let’s take relationships for example. When two people go through a breakup, it’s obviously a heartbreaking experience (Well, in most cases…).  History, countless reports as well as statistics has proven time and time again that heartbreak results in negative emotions, which in turn, causes negative reactions. Such negative reactions can make you do CRAZY things. It’s no wonder why they say, Love makes you do crazy things. Perhaps, that is an understatement of an understatement to say the least…

So in essence, negative reactions to negative events, sourcing from negative emotions will ALWAYS lead to consequences and ramifications. Same goes for positive reactions to positive events, sourcing from positive emotions. Try and remember a time when something good happened in your life. Perhaps, newfound love? Or that awesome job that was handed to you after the victorious interview? Or maybe just a brand new haircut that made you feel better about your appearance?

Such positive events can lead to positive emotions and reactions. Someone who gained a new job may want to celebrate as a result of feeling a heightened sense of achievement and satisfaction. Or perhaps a couple who decided to have a baby shower as a result of excitement for their newborn soon entering the world.

Again, these are all examples of why a large percentage of your life is determined by how you react to EVERYTHING.  Another prime example is an elderly individual who goes through life with a myriad of “shoulda-woulda-coulda’s (but didn’t!)” and suddenly feeling the sentiment that it’s too late…

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Lesson #3:  “Do not dive into new relationships with the intent of fixing a person who is already broken.”

For the love of God, this is probably the most important of the 5. The reason why I put this in my top 5 is because not only have I experienced this in the past, but I have witnessed close loved ones become victims to this vicious cycle. When we dive into new relationships, we become “blinded by love”. It’s funny because in most cases, we’re fully aware of the red flags in the relationship early on, but the abnormal, helpless powerful feeling of ‘love‘ causes us to quickly turn those red flags into green flags. But queue the yellow flags..

Now of course, nobody is perfect. And never ever will I ever believe that on this planet exists or existed a perfect, non-imperfect human being. If so, pics and proof or it didn’t happen. But in all seriousness though, we as human beings have to learn that a relationship requires both individuals to work on themselves respectfully. To fix what is broken within themselves on a personal journey with oneself. The other person can only help guide them and learn to deal with their ways in the process. I’ve also noticed that so many people go into relationships thinking that they can ‘change’ the other person. While at the same time focusing on the things that they can ‘get out‘ of the relationship and not so much, what they can ‘put in.’ We must look at relationships as an abstract contract of love and stop looking at relationships as a “business transaction“. For every output, there is an input- and vice-versa. That’s just how the world works. True love is about what you can give, lust is about what you can take away. So upon entering a new relationship or while being in a current relationship, really ask yourself: “Is this a person I truly love and will do anything for?” Or “Is this a person I only lust after for personal gain?” And if the person has issues and problems that they need to deal with personally, let them fix it. Please, do not put on your scarlet colored cape and play the ‘hero’ in the relationship to magically save the day. This isn’t Marvel or Capcom. Relationships are not founded upon “heroism”. Because in the end, you’ll only end up hurting yourself even more- as the other person’s problems intertwine with your own problems over time. And it will be a very painful and frustrating experience. Remember, people who are already broken have the tools to break hearts.

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Lesson #4: “Self Employment is extremely essential for the coming years ahead.”
Here’s why:

I’ll be completely honest. The more I research and discover more about what’s going on in the world politically and economically, the more I worry about how society will even make a living. For many years since I was a teen, I always had a passion for learning new things completely on my own and being able to support myself with those same passions. I like to declare myself as an “autodidact” in many different things. But now as a young adult approaching the age of 25, now I realize how the job market has become so obscured, that it’s turned into a classic game of “russian roulette“.

For example: Earlier this year I remember reading an article on Businessinsider.com titled, ”

“WEF: Robots, automation, and AI will replace 5 million human jobs by 2020.” – (Lianna Brinded- 2016)

“Job Security? HAH!”

Upon reading that article, it made me wonder if many people would even take it seriously. Robotics and automation sound so far-fetched to most people because they think it’s just an erroneous, make-believe sci-fi concept only found in Hollywood movies. But if we open our eyes, we can already see it slowly making it’s way into businesses and restaurants around the world. For example, as a young adult heavily involved in the IT field, in past jobs I have witnessed superstar workers getting hastily replaced by either some sort of new automation technology or their job being outsourced to a worker in a foreign country completing the job for a fraction of the pay. In addition, at my past jobs, higher-ups have told me stories of many people getting laid off as a result of data centers in the thousands or tens of thousands of square feet in size; being reduced down to a room full of servers due to Robotic process automation (RPA).  To me, this is some very alarming and shocking news that I think no one should take lightly.

This is why I am so gung-ho on becoming self-employed. Having come from a family of entrepreneurs, this is something that was ingrained in my youth early on. For years, I have put forth blood, sweat and tears into taking my passions and establishing online projects and platforms that grant me a passive income. Even if it doesn’t replace my ‘day job’ income, I can at least say that it provides a very helpful ‘supplemental‘ income that only grows more and more with time, hard work and dedication. Until such a point when I can “be my own boss”, and become self-sufficient as I live off my own income and avoid clocking my brains out every morning to help the “big dog” accomplish his dreams and not my own.  I absolutely refuse to spend the rest of my life in such enslavement. 

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And last but not least- Lesson #5:  “Be thankful for closed doors, detours and roadblocks. They protect you from paths & places not meant for you.”

I feel like this one is completely self-explanatory. This references a previous article post I wrote titled,

“You Haven’t Met Yourself Yet…” (Amazing quote from the movie “Waking Life”)

In the simplest interpretation of the quote, everything happens for a reason. Closed doors, detours and roadblocks are there to protect us from people, places or events that just wasn’t meant for us. Perhaps, they were there to protect us from possible imminent danger? A possible breakup? Even a possible death? Once again, Human Behavior, by nature gives us the false presumption that closed doors, detours and roadblocks are a bad thing. But that’s not necessarily the case. As a result we often believe that we may have ‘missed out’ on a good opportunity, a chance at love, meeting our soulmate, and what have you. Which leads to negative emotions > which leads to negative reactions. See how the lessons in this article link together?

Simply put, it all protects you from paths & places not meant for you. As long as we as human beings can acknowledge this and take it to heart, we can avoid about 90% of all negativity that happens in our life. If not that- then we’ll at least learn to react in a way that reduces the negativity all together. And we’ll begin to become happier as we strive for self-fulfilment and self-love which I feel are the two most important, ultimate goals in our lives.

Thankyou 2016– You have been good and dearest to me. Another year that has come and gone that we will never experience again as time only progresses forward. 2017 shall be even more interesting.

I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year!! GODBLESS

 

-RayneofLyte888

PeoplesBrain Blog

 

“You Haven’t Met Yourself Yet…” (Amazing quote from the movie “Waking Life”)

“You Haven’t Met Yourself Yet…” (Amazing quote from the movie “Waking Life”)

“You haven’t met yourself yet. But the advantage, to meeting others in the meantime is….

that one of them may present you to yourself…”    Movie: “Waking Life” (2001)

 

Remember hearing quotes like,

“People walk into your life for a reason.”

or

“People come into your life for reasons, seasons or to stay.”

I feel like these quotes hold alot of power and meaning to them because the truth about human relations is inevitable. I remember watching this movie as a young kid called “Waking Life (2001)” and obviously at the time- I did not possess a lick of mental prowess to be able to decipher the meaning behind this movie.  But now as an adult 15 years later, after watching it for the second time I can definitely conclude that this is a movie that hits home for me. Waking Life is a movie written and directed by Richard Linklater about a man who shuffles through a dream meeting various people and discussing the meanings and purposes of the universe. The protagonist takes you on a mental journey as you join him on his quest for curiosity of the unknown. Or shall I say, “the not yet known”. Not only is this movie mind-blowing to say the least, but after watching it- it feels like it forcefully grants you a new frame of mind. It presents you with a gift that gives you a sense of heightened awareness and appreciation as the light-bulb illuminates inside your head.

This pretty much sums up my thoughts after watching the movie. I must say, alot of what is said in the movie flew over my head and I had to catch it before it flew too far. It’s one of those movies that makes you pause and stare into a random void of space as you attempt to crack the code of the dialogue.

“You haven’t met yourself yet. But the advantage, to meeting others in the meantime is….

that one of them may present you to yourself…”

 

Upon hearing this, the first thing that came to mind is ‘relationships‘.

Me myself personally, I’ve always been an advocate of referencing life to a book itself. A book can be thick, and it can also be thin. All the chapters of this ‘book’ are numbered by the experiences we have. As the main protagonist of this ‘book’, we exist in our own individual story.  With the predestination to complete our story from front to back cover.  As we undergo a myriad of experiences, through time, the chapters in our story mold and shape who we become as a person.  Not only experiences, but different characters within our story also influence our thoughts and actions. While our response to those same thoughts and actions contribute to our future.

For those of us who have experienced relationships, we have already witnessed the impact that these different ‘characters‘ have made on our lives. Whether the impact was a positive or negative impact, the truth remains that each person has taught us something about our-self that we did not know prior to meeting them. They teach us about what we find tolerable and intolerable- thus concluding whether or not such a person is worthy of a reserved spot in our future.  Some people can be a reflection of ourselves, while others can show us our true reflection that we refuse to acknowledge. Such a quote so short in prose yet so significant in it’s context is bound to leave someone in a true state of profound thought.

 

-Rayneoflyte888

PeoplesBrain Blog

 

“Brain Damage” A mind-bending short story you must read…

“Brain Damage” A mind-bending short story you must read…

A friend of mine emailed this short story to me titled “Brain Damage” many years back and it has always stuck with me up until this very date. At the time of receiving it, I saved it in my email archives and recently stumbled upon it. I couldn’t help but share it here on the Peoplesbrain blog….

It’s one of the deepest, most bone-chilling, mind-bending pieces of literature I’ve ever read. At the end of the story it leaves you in a surrendered state of suspense and wonderment. Hopefully you catch my drift after reading it…. if you liked this story I will be posting more of these! Enjoy folks!

Brain Damage

Copyright (C) Oct 1979 by Howard I. Cannon. All rights reserved.

I had won the lottery! One hundred fifty million people, and I’m the winner. I didn’t believe it even after I received the registered letter and a personal visit from the lottery czar. But when I received my bank statement, and it showed the huge balance; then I knew for sure. “The first thing I’ll do is join a club,” I thought to myself happily. It was the desire of every man to belong to one of the clubs, but only the wealthiest could afford it. I was now one of the wealthy, and I couldn’t resist the urge. “We’re delighted to have you as a member, Mr. Carlson. I’m so pleased to meet you, it’s not every day we have a real live lottery winner come into our club,” said the feeble-minded receptionist in a high-pitched and very irritating voice, “Now if you’ll just fill out these forms.” The signing up process took what seemed like an eternity. There were medical histories to give, psychological exams to take, tens of forms to sign and initial. I couldn’t wait. I paced around the room while the clerk prepared the next form, and I anticipated the fun I was going to have. I’ve heard, though fourth hand at best, that the experience is unlike anything that you’ve experienced before. Finally it was done. I was almost ready to burst. The clerk ushered me into a large reception area, and shortly thereafter into the plushly furnished office of the club’s manager. “Mr. Carlson, please, have a seat, please,” said the overenthusiastic, and overweight, gentleman behind the large oak desk, “We are so pleased to have you as a member, it’s not everyday that we get a lottery winner in to see us.” I was about to split apart at the seams. Not another feeble-minded turkey. I wanted to get on with it, I was almost ready to climb up the walls. “Ah, but Mr. Carlson, you are obviously anxious to become a participating member, aren’t you?” It took all my internal strength to prevent me from leaping out of my seat, climbing on top of the manager’s spotless desk, and yelling, “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want.” But I managed to sit quietly in my seat and with a large grin on my face reply, “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“Good then!”

I breathed a loud sigh of relief. Though it evoked a puzzled look from the manager, I didn’t care. “Hmmm,” he said, “I see you are anxious. Let’s set up your first appointment. When is most convenient for you?” “As soon as possible,” I replied without a moments hesitation. “That will be tomorrow, at 3:00 PM. Please present this card to the receptionist when you arrive. Have a good day.” And with that the manager handed me an ornate appointment card, remotely opened the door to his office, and gestured that I leave. I thanked him and left. As I walked out past the receptionist she yelled to me, “Have a good day, Mr. Carlson, hope to see you soon. It’s not often we get a lottery winner in here.” Her voice faded to nothingness as I walked briskly home. I started singing loudly. My singing wasn’t very good, and many people stared at me as I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I smiled at them as I passed; I didn’t care one iota what they thought. I had my appointment; I was a member of a club….

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I arrived at the club promptly at 2:30 PM. Yes, I was early, but I just couldn’t sit at home any longer. I didn’t sleep well that night, of course. The same receptionist who greeted me on the previous day was at the desk, and she unfortunately remembered me. “Hello there, Mr. Carlson,” she squeaked, “You are a bit early. But no matter, you can start getting prepared. We may be ready for you slightly before 3. Now if I may have your card.” I almost died then and there. The card. I was so busy thinking about what it was going to be like that I had forgotten the card. I couldn’t even remember where I had left it. I started to stammer something, but realized nothing would come out so I just started to frantically search my pockets. I had exhausted almost all possibilities when the card showed up. I yelled, “Whoopee,” and realized I had startled the receptionist. “My, you are an enthusiastic one, aren’t you Mr. Carlson. Ah, I see you have your appointment card. We never let anyone in without an appointment card. But then again, it isn’t every day that we get a lottery winner.” I sighed to myself. This person was a nitwit; all of the people around here were nitwits. But I wanted to be part of the club, and I knew that that was the price I had to pay. Oh well, c’est la vie, and so on. The receptionist indicated an open door behind her, and requested that I walk through it, which I gladly did. I found myself in a featureless hallway. The door closed silently behind me, and a sign lit up indicating that I was to walk forward to the next door, place my hand upon the knob, and wait for a green light to come on. I did so, the light came on, and the door started to open. I jerked my hand off the knob and a pleasant voice said, “Please keep your hand on the knob until the door is fully open.” I tried the procedure again, this time holding unto the knob until the door opened fully. I released the knob and stepped through into the next room. I was not prepared for what I found. The room was totally white. It was eerie. I peered down at my clothes, and they were white too. “Quite a trick,” I thought to myself. The door closed behind me, and I heard the same pleasant voice that had previously instructed me.

“You are a newcomer. Welcome.”

I waited for the ever-present, “we don’t get many lottery winners in here,” but it didn’t come. Instead, the voice proceeded with it’s speech. “You will remove all of your garments and ornaments. Nothing shall remain on your person. A box will open, and in it you will place everything you have taken off. It will be returned to you later. You will then receive your fitted suit, which you will place on you as you would a pair of coveralls. When you are done, please indicate by closing the box that contains your garments.”

As promised, a box slid to a position just in front of me, and opened. I stripped, and placed all my belongings in the box. The room must have sensed that I was ready, because at the appropriate moment coveralls appeared. I put them on, closed the box, and again I heard the voice. “You are now ready to proceed into the club area itself. The room will darken, and a door will open. Go through the door, and a human attendant will meet you. Have fun, Mr. Carlson!” The voice had understated its case. Not only did the room darken, but it became pitch black. I was shaking with excitement. A door at the far end of the room slid open, and I carefully walked over to it. I took a deep breath, and plunged through the doorway. Instantly I knew why the previous room had been completely white: to contrast the room that I was now in, which looked, smelled, and felt like it was the pinnacle of evil. I heard soft footsteps coming from behind me, and wheeled around just in time to see a door sliding shut and an attendant approaching me. The attendant wore the garb of an executioner. A long robe, and a black hood hiding his face. He looked husky, but his walk seemed gentle. When he spoke I was surprised by the pleasantness of his voice. “Good afternoon, Mr. Carlson,” he said, “it’s not often we get a lottery winner in here.”

“Hi,” I said, a wry smile fleeting across my face.

“You are about to enter the magical realm of bee dee.”

“Oh, you mean brain damage, right?”

“That’s correct, Mr. Carlson, you do catch on quickly. Brain damage was first recognized in the 1970’s by researchers at labs all across the United States. They discovered that though people used to express distaste over brain damage, they produced more of it than would be expected by mere chance. A pattern soon emerged. Many of the most intelligent people, involved with high-level projects at the research labs, were brain damaged. It soon became the ‘in thing’ to admit to being brain damaged about various ideas. This oftentimes led to enjoyment for the people involved. In the late 1980’s, a man by the name of Frederickson experimented with humans and determined that physically induced brain damage would give many of the pleasures that natural brain damage did, though he discovered that sometimes it would cause permanent organic damage. A few years later, a technique was discovered to reverse this permanent damage, and the Club was born. Since the process was developed by private industry, and is very expensive, only the rich can afford it. Welcome, Mr. Carlson.” All of a sudden I was starting to get a little nervous. Physical brain damage? We always joked about it around where I worked, but I didn’t realize that… “Mr. Carlson.” The attendants voice interrupted my thoughts. “We have selected medieval tortures to start you off with. Here are many weapons that can be used to inflict brain damage upon you. Choose the one you like best, and we will begin.”

And as he spoke a panel slid away from the far wall revealing a workbench laden with tools of death and destruction. I was going to say something like, “What the hell is going on,” but decided against it. I saw a vice with nails sticking out of it; it looked to be the least violent device. I choose it. “An excellent choice,” agreed the attendant, “come this way.” Before I knew it my head was in the vice, and the nails pressed up against my head. The attendant said, “Ready or not,” and I felt a strange sensation on my scalp. There was no pain, but when I heard the crunching noise I knew the nails had hit bone.

How could I react. Nails were being driven into my brain. This is the Club? This is what I paid fifteen million dollars in gold bullion to join? A guy is forcing nails into my head, and I don’t feel any pain. And I… And I started to laugh. All of a sudden a feeling of well-being came over me, and I felt happy. I felt blood dripping down my scalp, and I savored the sensation. I felt my head come free, and the attendant help me to stand upright.

“That went smoothly, now, didn’t it,” he asked.

“Yes, thank you, I feel….”

But I couldn’t find the right word. I felt myself starting to lose the ability to talk. And it felt so good. The attendant pointed me at a mirror, and I could see the twenty or so holes in my head. I felt like singing, but couldn’t quite decide how to move my mouth. So I just stood there making snorting noises, and feeling very, very good. I just stood there for the longest time, and then the attendant escorted me to a table sporting some small tools. My vision wasn’t perfect by this time, but it was good enough to continue the fun. The attendant picked up a tool, and showed me how to put it into one of the holes in my head and twirl it around. It seemed like fun. I tried it, and I could make funny sensations occur all over. One hole was good for making my feet do funny things, whereas another was good for evoking childhood memories. I was having fun, and I just started grabbing tools at random and picking at my brains. This was the ultimate in brain damage, and I now knew that everything the attendant had said to me was right. This was better than I had imagined. By the time my hour was up, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t see, I could barely hear, I smelled flowers all the time, and I felt like I was being constantly tickled. The next thing I remember was waking up totally naked in another white room. I felt good. No, not good, great. I couldn’t imagine being able to feel any better. This was worth every cent. I reached up to feel my head, and it was as good as new. I had no problems with any of my senses, I could move all parts of my body, and my mind was as clear as a bell. I examined myself carefully, to see what damage had been done. My body was in perfect condition. I continued to feel very, very good for a long, long time…

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I’ve been going to the Club every day now for the past 15 years. The interest from my lottery winnings will keep me going for the rest of my life, and I don’t mind spending it on brain damage. People say I’ve been getting to be somewhat of a nitwit, but I just laugh at them. I know brain damage is the best thing I’ve ever come across, and I don’t plan to listen to the obviously jealous remarks of my poor friends. After all, it’s not everyday they see a lottery winner. I suppose they’ll never know what it’s like to have real brain damage; the kind that you can see and feel. I occasionally hear people joking about how something or another was the work of a brain damaged man, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

I just feel so sorry for all those people in the 1970’s who couldn’t experience brain damage in its full splendor. They only had a fleeting glimpse of absolute pleasure.

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-Peoplesbrain

BlackHat Hacker Secrets- The DARK SIDE of Technology (Part 2)

BlackHat Hacker Secrets- The DARK SIDE of Technology (Part 2)

BlackHat Hacker Secrets – The DARK SIDE of Technology (Part 2)

So far in part one, we have already learned that in this brave and scary world of technology. But it get’s EVEN MORE SHOCKING!!!

Remote access hacking is DANGEROUS FOLKS…From VEHICLES to WIRELESS HEALTH DEVICES AND EVEN PLANES!!

All of this information is absolutely USELESS to unless we TRAIN OURSELVES to PROTECT OUR PRIVACY AND INFORMATION. We have to become “INVISIBLE“,- So I purchased this book (below) and this is what gave me an inside knowledge of how the secret world of technology works!

And there you have it everyone! Part 2 is up!

Welcome to part 2 of the “Dark Side of Technology” part of the “Grey Pill” series.

BlackHat Hacker Secrets

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And as promised, here are all the links to the research and information in regards to the vehicle hacks, as shared in the video below:

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https://www.wired.com/2015/07/hackers-remotely-kill-jeep-highway/

How to hack a car (Phreaked Out) – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jstaBeXgAs

Chrysler Hack Recall (1.4 MILLION vehicles): http://money.cnn.com/2015/07/24/technology/chrysler-hack-recall/

Hacker Remotely crasheS jeep from 10 miles away: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/11754089/Hacker-remotely-crashes-Jeep-from-10-miles-away.html

Hacker steals more than 30 jeeps and Dodges in houston!! https://jalopnik.com/hackers-stole-more-than-30-jeeps-and-dodges-in-houston-1784839376

 

Always kindly,

 

-RayneofLyte888

PeoplesBrain Blog

 

 

 

 

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