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  • The seed of life.

    The tree of life.

    The flower of life.

    The seed of life.

    The chicken and the egg.

    Only one crossed the road, apparently.

    Or at least only one made it. By the sounds of it.

    Have you ever seen surf-chicken? That was him riding that wave of enlightenment back there.
    Not knowing if he was in the right spot or not.

    He is a free-range fella, never been in the military, never been on a firing-range, but is facing the shore barrage anyway. That's surfing for you. Would we ever know if he got pummelled? I figure either way, he's happy, because surfers know spirit, in their own way, all that energy they ride.


    .............


    People talk about past lives. Akashic records. The Astral realm. And other things we can't see, and can claim that the evidence is all around. Over epochs the stories change, as language changes.
    I'd written on Shift: Respect to the people who applied the word 'technology' to matters of the heart and pineal that have been enacted for so long. Different cultures, different words, different symbols and stories. Same but different. The level, of understanding how to articulate what's going on, increases, with both the increased sophistication of the studies of the phenomena, and the applied language. Micro scope.

    And yes, I follow those expressions of the out-there physicists who reduce the primal force of physics to love.
    Because I find it all very interesting.

    Anyway, here's the jump out of a perfectly good aeroplane (phrase borrowed from Doug on Shift). So with, again, one hand on the rip-cord, Dan, ready, here we go. Dunno if coconut juice is gonna work for this one. I'll be interested to see what you come up with!


    .............


    I listened. I read. I listened. I saw. I learned. A bit. But I still couldn't draw it.
    Why do I always gotta draw it?
    Maybe because, growing up, everything was drawn in the dirt. All the stories.

    So, this past-life stuff.
    Back in my late thirties Mark asked me to explain it one day.
    Well, to be fair, he asked me to explain what I understood about it. Which is not much.
    I said it is a construct, and as a construct, I don't know what elements of it, if any, were 'true' or 'false'.
    So I drew. Yes, in the dirt, of the bush-block driveway, standing beside his ute, with a stick, what I thought this construct could look like.
    To be further fair, some of the inferences I used could have come from other sources, though if they did, I don't recall what those sources were.
    Maybe you could consider it as a compendium idea if anything.
    At the time it just flowed. The drawing. I've used the illustration since.

    Then I was asked if I believed in past lives. As in, as individuals, do we reincarnate?
    My response, 'dunno'.
    I added that it depends if you are asking about an induced belief, or one based on some personal experience, ones interpretation of that experience and knowledge gleaned from that.
    Either way, I dunno.
    I've had plenty of images that I felt and thought I was very connected to.
    In dreams, meditations, and more rarely, in flashes. Some repetitive, some not. And one far-out-and-freaky!

    If it is to do with past lives, it is memory.
    And not necessarily memory of myself, in the past, but accessing the memory field none-the-less.
    Perhaps discrete incarnations have a propensity, for whatever unknown reason, to tap into certain memory streams. And that is perhaps what they refer to as the belonging to a soul grouping, or why one belongs to a soul group. I actually liked the Beetles.

    Anyway, too long to get into hypothesis of why this could be so, and why it could also possibly be a random tapping-in, which could still amount to what is referred to as a soul connection, of 'past lives'. Other than to say that it could be both non-random and random situations that arise, depending on circumstances.
    That could resolve why there appears to be more than one extant individual claiming to be Uncle Napoleon Bony-part for example. Or why some of the institutionalised are there infirmed with their mental issues of 'not coping'. Or raise the question of the fragmenting of the soul. And whether expanding populations are indicators of new fragments of the expansion from a primal source. But to get there, one has to listen to right music anyway, to agree that the construct of the soul exists. Though one could just change the word to set the semantic ground for interpretation.

    And the healing issues to do with past lives; may not be 'your' issues at all. It may be an applied psychological process to disassociate 'oneself' from the memories of another. This view can be maintained in conjunction with the construct of the psyche genome. Just because it's in 'your' genes, makes it memory, but not 'your' specific memory, just ones that you are linked to through association. The concept of karma or 'come-back' is still valid under this edifice.

    Memory. The past.

    None of the above sentiments, concepts or ideas can take away the value of meaningfulness that one holds for memories, connections, or any experiences, in any shape or form. At the end of the day we are all connected. Living in the now, or not.

    I have a questioning and curious mind. I only present the question. No attachment to the absence or presence of ideology in the question or the hypothesis that ooze in my mind thereafter. It's sort of like, when I can explain it, then I am convinced, until I am convinced that another explanation is more valid. So lots of these things still remain as hypothesis to me. Even when I've had some far-out experiences myself. Just wait till you read some of the stories coming up! I've met many folks sitting on stories, not wanting to be ostracised, deemed to be mad. Me, I talk about them, no worries. I don't care if people believe or not. Suffice to say, outside of this cyberspace public domain, I sense who can 'handle' the stories and those who would not. In a book I'm working on, there are progressive steps in the stories, building up to the big picture. Not to conjure up rhetoric to convince, but to outline that one hypothesis leads to another, the final one being, that we know nothing more than what we know. When you consider that realm of hidden knowledge in our psyche, the holographic principle, and so on and so fifth, then it may be that it is just that we haven't remembered.

    I forgot to tell ya what I drew eh!
    I had drawn an anemone. Because I love coral and anemones.
    The body and tentacles represent the totality of consciousness, and therefore encapsulates the memory field. Memory.
    The body itself, the major mass of collective consciousness.
    The discrete tentacles describe the conduit, linking the/our discrete localised consciousness to the totality of consciousness.
    The 'sensing end' of each tentacle, complete with nematocysts, represents the individual localised consciousness, sensing in the physical realm, waving around, journeying within the experiences of the corporeal world - represented by the surrounding water and its currents.

    The 'sensing end' experiences.
    With both 'lower' ('physical' senses) and 'higher' ('intuitive or psychic') senses. Sense-abilities.

    The experiences, as memories, are piped down the conduit of the tentacle, past the 'veil' (whatever colour you like to wear) at the base of the tentacle, past the astral realm in the vicinity of the veil, and whatever other realms, into the greater mass of totality, or unity aspect of consciousness. Where they join one big lunch for the anemone fella.

    Meditation can get you down there. Ayahuasca can get you somewhere down there. Dreams and visions, some could be influenced from down there or from your subconscious up here. The 'subconscious' would lie somewhere within the tentacle. Some types of dreams and visions can be influenced from up here, either from within your own tentacle, or influenced by emanations from another. Of those that could be influenced from up here, consider when energetics, harmonic or disharmonic, are transferred through the conductive field of water and picked up by another sensing tip.

    I like that imagery because amongst other things it does not endorse the construct of hierarchy as we, so-called, modern humans use it. A tip down pyramid. To me, the very construct of that sort of hierarchy is a mistake. I wouldn't know how to articulate that feeling. But that's what I feel. Even the concept of hierarchy itself is bit gammon to me. In traditional Indigenous culture here, the social hierarchal system was not pyramid in shape.
    And what about the Anemone Fish? That fella represents our ideas of separation. The ego. Separate from the actual anemone, but supported by it. He is not referred to as a Clown Fish for nothing! Well, to be fair, it is a commensal relationship. Sovereignty within Unity.

    So what do I think about past lives? Goodness knows!
    I can't remember.
    I'm still busy wondering where the poles of the universe are. If they exist.
    C'mon guys. Help me out here. We are all surfing!


    Oh! I just heard someone smile!

    .......




    Image:
    Anemone with Anemone fish aka Alfred E Clownman.
    The minute I saw that fellas silly grin I knew I was healed.
    Aunty Gayle wrote on Shift: MAD, we are all Making A Difference.
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