Questioning Consciousness

[DrEvil]

@Elvis: Not ignoring you, but haven't had made the time to read through all the material yet (@Slim - same goes for Radin, btw. I'll try to get back to him too). I'm incredibly lazy, and easily distracted, but I'll try to post a proper reply Soon(tm).

[Sounder]

There are Buddhists and there are Buddhists.

I'm not totally sure, but it seems like it's the real Buddhists that say this.

But it's all good, they do much fine work and even the brightest of the bright, have in the past, been fundamentally wrong on some issues while still showing brilliance on others.


Thanks for the nod Elvis.

[Elvis]

@Elvis: Not ignoring you, but haven't had made the time to read through all the material yet (@Slim - same goes for Radin, btw. I'll try to get back to him too). I'm incredibly lazy, and easily distracted, but I'll try to post a proper reply Soon(tm).

Thanks, and no hurry of course!

free song title: "Let's Get Lazy"

[Elvis]

Reincarnation is a word that carries implications that may trace back to ‘hopes’ for the long term existence of a particular expression of being. If I remember correctly, Buddhists consider, in a typically elitist manner (sorry), that the only ones that really ‘reincarnate’ are the Tulku’s, because they are the only ones that can maintain focus in the radically different environments of life and death. Still, the idea may hold a kernel of truth in that the impressions that many report as being memories of past lives, may represent lets say, resonance with the (vibrational) residue of prior efforts to organize the information signals and patterns that are our sources for understanding.

We are all receivers with attenuated signal processing capabilities.

Sorry about the brevity, but I gotta get back to the lab to work on my resonance accelerator devise.

Very interesting, thanks, and these could all be true, although in my embarrassingly limited knowledge of Buddhism, the Tulkus would be limited to certain lama/priest types who purportedly reincarnate repeatedly as teachers, with the same personality, purpose, locality etc. and returning in a new body ASAP after the preceding life. Everyday schmucks like me might, rather, return as a wholly different person, with a different gender, born into wildly different circumstances and with a new set of lessons, tasks or goals, as the case may be.

Along the lines of "resonance with the vibrational residue," I'm reminded of a common objection to "past lives" stories, along the lines of: "If reincarnation is real, why was everyone Cleopatra?" Which is funny, and it does seem like Cleopatra has been claimed by at least a few past life 'regressees'.

My ideas about this are two: 1) Maybe Cleopatra's death (most 'past life' recalls tend to focus on the end of the life) is like an archetype. so powerful an experience that it continues to resonate in human consciousness across time.

But somehow more likely to me is: 2) Everyone, sooner or later, is Cleopatra.

[Ben D]

Fwiw, it is my understanding that nine incarnations are the maximum required to enter and pass through the human kingdom stage of the obligatory complete Cosmic pilgrimage...

[minime]

Fwiw, it is my understanding that nine incarnations are the maximum required to enter and pass through the human kingdom stage of the obligatory complete Cosmic pilgrimage...

Sounds like a video game.

[slimmouse]

Indeed it does, and indeed it most likely is in very many respects, other than the truly important and very personal human experiences of "yourself"..

So here you are minime, in this big video game.

How you gonna live it, knowing what you now know ?

[minime]

Indeed it does, and indeed it most likely is in very many respects, other than the truly important and very personal human experiences of "yourself"..

So here you are minime, in this big video game.

How you gonna live it, knowing what you now know ?

The notion of reincarnation aka met 'em psychosis almost always attracts the wrong people for the wrong reasons.

Act in accord with something like evolution within the lifetime [patent pending] and future lives if any will take care of themselves.

[minime]

And now a musical interlude...

Gazing past the planets, looking for total view
I've been lying here for hours,
You've got to make the journey out and in

Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes
Searching with this life of ours
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in.

If you think it's a joke, that's all right
Do what you want to do.
I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you

Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes
Searching with this life of ours
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in.

If you think it's a joke, that's all right
Do what you want to do.
I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you

Gazing past the planets, looking for total view
I've been lying here for hours,
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in
Out and in, out and in
Out and in

[minime]

A little cross-pollination...

The Owl in Daylight: Dick viewed the novel as his Finnegans Wake.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Owl_in_Daylight

The plot was to express what he believed was an evolutionary step in humanity, using an interpretation of Joachim de Fiore, where he believed that one age of humanity used the left side of the brain, another the right, and the future would combine the two leading to a greater understanding of what is real. Moreover, the use of Dante was to demonstrate how hell, purgatory and heaven can all be experiences of life, showing how the world is experienced according to the left, right and whole of the brain.

Nearly all that is known about one interpretation of the projected plot came from a discussion that Dick had with his journalist friend Gwen Lee on January 10, 1982, which Lee transcribed and later published...

The novel dealt with one Ed Firmley, a composer of scores for B-movie grade sci-fi films and a race of alien humanoids that had evolved without the development of sound as a basis of communication. The shamans of this alien race would on occasion have visions of Earth and its many sounds. Due to their unique evolution without sound the holy men were incapable of describing these experiences to the rest of their race. They just knew that the place they saw was their heaven. Meanwhile their race was modeled around sight and light, encompassing much more of the electromagnetic spectrum than the limited human vision. In fact, from their perspective, humans were capable of sight but nearly blind, such as a mole appears to a human. Their language involved the telepathic projection of color patterns in precise gradations and following mathematical formulas.

A spaceship carrying members of this race arrives on Earth and they mug Ed Firmley, a famous composer they quickly discover, as a cover-up for plugging a bio-chip into his head. This bio-chip is a digitized form of one of the aliens with a link back to the ship – essentially allowing everyone to experience Ed Firmley by proxy. The bio-chip is supposed to be passive, serving only as a means of relaying the mystic experience of sound to an entire race. Soon the alien presence in the bio-chip becomes bored of Firmley’s music, which is bland, schmaltzy schlock and the pop music that he constantly listens to. As a consequence of this boredom, the bio-chip turns from being passive to active, controlling what Firmley listens to as well as feeding him mathematical formulas that he begins to use as the basis of his compositions. His career, from a financial perspective, dwindles but he becomes a respected avant-garde artist. The active role the bio-chip takes in the relationship begins frying Firmley’s brain. At this point the aliens make themselves known and offer to remove the chip, but Firmley refuses. He sees himself as an artist where as before he was of no consequence, doing what he did simply for money. Firmley decides to give up his body to be transformed into a bio-chip which is in turn implanted into an alien brain. This will also lead to the eventual death of the alien host but it offers Firmley a chance of experiencing their world of lights, our heaven.

[slimmouse]

And now a musical interlude...

Gazing past the planets, looking for total view
I've been lying here for hours,
You've got to make the journey out and in

Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes
Searching with this life of ours
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in.

If you think it's a joke, that's all right
Do what you want to do.
I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you

Wonders of a lifetime, right there before your eyes
Searching with this life of ours
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in.

If you think it's a joke, that's all right
Do what you want to do.
I've said my piece and I'll leave it all up to you

Gazing past the planets, looking for total view
I've been lying here for hours,
You've got to make the journey out and in
Out and in, out and in
Out and in, out and in
Out and in

Heres and interesting little sychronistic, genuine, factoid that I picked up from a "hidden experience" audio podcast just recently.

Both Justin Hayward and another of the Moody Blues, claim to remember a past life together on another planet, where they decided they would come to earth together to try and help civilisation.

KInd of gets you thinking about so much of their music in a new light.

"Ahhh....thats what theyre saying"

[seemslikeadream]

A gypsy of a strange and distant time
Travelling in panic all direction blind
Aching for the warmth of a burning sun
Freezing in the emptiness of where he'd come from

Left without a hope of coming home

I'm gonna sit and watch the web
That you will build this day
Will it be a thread of love you weave?
It's yours to show the way
Then everything will be
As you will see in the light

Gazing past the planets
Looking for total view
I've been lying here for hours
You gotta make the journey
Out and in

Hark, listen here he comes
Hark, listen here he comes
Turning, spinning, catherine wheeling
Forever changing
There's no beginning
Speeding through a charcoal sky
Observe the truth, we cannot lie

Travelling eternity road
What will you find there?
Carrying your heavy load
Searching to find
Your peace of mind

Everything's turning
Turning around
See with your mind
Leave your body behind
Now that we're out here
Open your heart
To the universe
Of which we're a part

I never thought I'd get to be a million
I never thought I'd get to be the thing
That all his other children see

...Look at me...

Watching and waiting
For someone to understand me
I hope it won't be very long

But if you want to play
Stay right back on earth
Waiting for rebirth

[Hammer of Los]

...
Earth's a tough gig.
...

[slimmouse]

The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one they said
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,
But still they come.

[chump]

Published on Dec 29, 2013

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