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Skywriters in Hades (Pt. 2)

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The following is the second of two installments. Read Part 1 here.

 

PART THREE: THE TROUBLE WITH BRAIN STATES

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?"
—William Shakespeare,
Macbeth

 

Mirror Neurons & Unmediated Communication

Neuroscientists have discovered specialized cells in the brain, called mirror neurons, that spontaneously create brain-to-brain links between people. This means that our brain waves, chemistry and feelings can literally mirror the brain waves, chemistry and feelings of those who we are communicating with, reading stories about, watching on television, or people who we simply have in our thoughts. This is perfectly natural and has been happening all along. It allows us to instantly empathize with others and to know what they are feeling and experiencing.
—Teka Luttrel, "Mirror Neurons: We Are Wired to Connect."

The discovery of mirror neurons marks an Archimedean point (a God's eye view) from which all human knowledge can now be rethought and all our models of reality must be reformulated. The reason, in simple language, is that mirror neurons present us with a solid scientific basis for telepathy, and the existence of telepathy changes everything. The twist is that mirror neurons indicate telepathic communication isn't something that can happen, but that it's something that is happening all the time. We are already aware that "body language"—which includes not only tone of voice and gesture but scents and pheromones—means the greater percentage of human communication is nonverbal. Now it would seem as though body language must also take a back seat to direct, brain-to-brain interface. Whatever words and gestures may be happening on the surface, the primary transmission of meaning appears to be the result of the matching of brain patterns.

Outside of the laboratory, what are the ways in which we experience this? How many times do we say something "innocuous" which causes an inexplicable emotional reaction in someone? I would suggest that this is an example of the telepathy of mirror neurons in action, and that all our attempts to be "innocuous," humorous, or ingratiating don't amount to much if our brains are transmitting a different signal. If that's the communication that is really getting across, then the person on the receiving end of the transmission is going to respond to our brain-state and not our words. A large part of passive-aggressive behavior is unconscious: when we say one thing but mean another, it is as often as not without realizing it ourselves—until it's pointed out to us (often rudely). The fact that this happens over the Internet also is proof it's not merely body language that's conveying the hidden meanings. In fact, this sort of weird "misunderstanding" often happens even more dramatically via email and forum exchanges, and the reason may be that physical cues mediate between language and brain-state; when they are absent, it is that much easier for misunderstanding to occur. (As everyone knows, this is why the emoticon had to be invented.) However, there is an inherent contradiction here, because what we think of as misunderstanding, much of the time, is in fact clear understanding, since people use physical cues, facial expressions, and tone of voice (and emoticons) to conceal as much as to clarify.

Marshall McLuhan said the medium is the message. In our present case, the tool that underlies all human communication—the brain—is indeed the message as well as the medium. After all, what we all really want to communicate, with any given message, is who we are and where we are “at.” And this is precisely what we do communicate, without even trying and even against our will. When two computers are networked together, they are making their entire databases available to each other; likewise when two atoms meet and exchange information it is total entanglement that occurs. Two dogs sniffing each other’s backsides are about the same business, so it would seem that only human beings try to do things by halves, and that this half-measure may be a luxury of illusion. As Dick inferred in the earlier quote, privacy may be a valid concept only to "idiots" who have learned to shut down their communication centers, to the extent that all telepathic interface occurs only at an unconscious level. In other words, even while we are constantly swapping all our vital data, we don't actually know it. We stay focused on the ostensible message that is being conveyed, and upon all the "cues" and emoticons that are telling us how to read it, unaware that the media being engaged is also the lion's share of the message: our total brain states.

To understand this requires a whole new way of thinking about communication and empathy. When two people are talking to each other (or communicating by written media), their brains light up in matching patterns and meaning is transmitted. This is analogous to computer file-sharing: you "connect" and download a file that is the exact same pattern as the original, even while it is being sent from another location. As pointed out, this is actually easier to see without the mediation of other signals (physical cues mediate the message of the brain-state), which may be why "flame wars" are so common in forums, when what we transmit (literally our state of mind) gets reflected back unmediated. Passive-aggressive behavior—even or especially when unconscious—is met with an outwardly aggressive response, so our experience is akin to getting slapped in the face every time we try to be nice. The problem is that we are trying to be nice, and as often as not expressly to cover up all the ways in which we don't feel nicely towards the other person. With the new media these old, outmoded social niceties—hypocritical at the best of times—no longer cut it. You can't fake empathy with language or tone of voice because it's physiological, a whole body-brain experience.

The irony of this is that the new media of the Internet, while seemingly a more remote form of human interaction, is actually bringing about an increased level of intimacy between people, and thereby giving rise to the corresponding need for empathy. This is because it is bringing to the surface the actual nature of communication: direct "telepathic" (brain-to-brain) interface, or "file-sharing."

 

Dostoyevsky and Raskolnikov: Why Affinity Makes Great Writing

"[M]irror neurons are multimodal—they are activated not just by watching actions, but also by hearing and reading about them. An effort led by Lisa Aziz-Zadeh, a neuroscientist at the University of Southern California, found that the brain's premotor cortex shows the same activity when subjects observe an action as when they read words describing it.... This indicates that in addition to execution, action observation, and the sounds of actions, these neurons may also be activated by abstract representations of actions, namely language.... 'Research in the last few years seems to suggest that perception and action are tightly linked rather than separated,' [Aziz-Zadeh] said."
—"Mirror Neurons Also Respond to Language and Sound," SEED magazine Sept 21, 2006

In one study, cited in Up From Dragons: The Evolution of Human Intelligence, a group of people imagining physical exercises increased their strength by twenty-two percent, as compared to a group performing actual exercises whose strength increased by thirty percent. Not a huge difference, then, and no wonder Jane Fonda's workout video was such a success! The implications of this are startling, but also somewhat disturbing. If our muscles can improve simply by watching a fitness video, or even by reading about somebody working out, what about the countless acts of violence which we vicariously experience day after day in movies, novels, TV shows and rap songs? It is perhaps no wonder the military is among the leading researchers in video game technology: if mirror neurons exist, then a soldier in training doesn't know the difference—at a physiological level—between simulated acts of war and the real thing. It's an irony typical of our age that mirror neurons—nicknamed "Gandhi neurons" by Ramachandran because they are responsible for empathy—are currently being used to desensitize us to violence against our fellows. But that's a subject for a whole other discussion, and for now I want to focus on the efficiency of language to communicate (via mirror neurons), not only images (as in King's example) but moods and even altered states of consciousness, and how this occurs in tandem with physiological changes.

When we read Crime and Punishment, we find ourselves inside the mind—under the skin—of Raskolnikov: we identify with the character so much that, for the duration of the book, his thoughts become our thoughts and, to a lesser extent, his actions our actions. Yet since Raskolnikov is the creation of Dostoyevsky’s mind—the child of his psyche—we are not so much being taken over by Raskolnikov but by his creator. A combination of good writing with good (attentive) reading creates a trance state in us which involves matching the brain state of the author at the time of writing. Besides the telepathic connection across space and time which King describes, this implies that, contained in the words themselves, there is a hidden information load, one that survives any number of translations or reprints yet remains invisible and undetectable in the text itself. What makes Dostoyevsky a great writer and a thousand others not so great, I suggest, is that Dostoyevsky immersed himself so thoroughly in the writing process, was so consumed by it, that his brain state effectively matched that of the characters he was imagining so there was very little distance between the creator and the creation. All good fiction achieves this to some extent: it creates in the reader a sense of authenticity, of immediacy, as if the events described were happening spontaneously, as we are reading them, rather than had been worked out over time (years, even centuries, ago) by someone sitting at a desk chewing his pencil. A writer who creates convincing characters and scenes does so by entering all the way into them: the written text then becomes a kind of brain-scan taken at that time, capturing the innermost thoughts and feelings of the writer every bit as much as a recording of a singer or a photograph of someone's face captures what was going on inside them at that moment—provided we are sensitive enough to tune into that information and "decode" it.

While Sherlock Holmes might be able to deduce a large part of such information by studying the text, recording, or photograph, for most of us this transference occurs unconsciously, with neither our understanding nor our awareness. Yet happen it does. We can no more avoid picking up this hidden information load (that snapshot of the author's brain) than the writer can avoid putting it into his writing. The opposite example to that of a consummate artist like Dostoyevsky, then, would be a writer who is unable or unwilling to close the gap between his conscious intent (in writing) and whatever is going on in his unconscious. He or she might be writing about a murderer but thinking about what they are going to have for lunch or whether they paid the water bill; the result will be a diluted, washed out portrait of a murderer, anemic, uninvolving, because the author clearly hasn't allowed him or herself to become fully possessed by the act of creation. The result is what is known as "contrived": we can see the strings, that is, feel the discrepancy between the words on the page and the author's brain state. The words are unconvincing, because while we are trying to believe them or immerse ourselves in them, we are unconsciously matching the author's brain state—and thinking about what's for lunch.

 

A Personal Example

"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make."
—Truman Capote

I will now cite a personal example. In 2002 I wrote a book called Matrix Warrior: Being the One. It was a self-help-satire based on the 1999 movie The Matrix and it was intended to be a best seller. My original title for it was "How to Succeed in the Matrix Without Trying," and my inspired idea was that the book would prove its own premise by making me rich. It took me two weeks to write and I had a publication deal two weeks after that. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. But then something started to go wrong. The first thing that went wrong was that the sequel to The Matrix, which came out the same time as my book, was crap and as an almost immediate result, interest in the movie franchise—and the ideas which my book was exploring—plummeted. The other thing that "happened"—and which pertains more to this current piece—was the reception my book got. While some embraced the book as a profound comment on our times, others took offense to it and derided it, using terms such as "Zen fascism," "didactic," "turgid," "humorless," bitter, self-centered, lacking in compassion or originality, and so forth. None of these were accurate descriptions of the book, but they may have got closer to describing the author's brain state. And while there were many readers who found the book enlightening, and even entertaining, very few took it as a satire. The book was taken seriously by almost everyone (supporters and detractors), the reason being that, whatever my conscious design, I myself took the ideas in it (a mix of Matrix mythos with Carlos Castaneda and my own at the time post-Nietzschean philosophy) seriously. I hadn't written it simply to get ahead in the matrix, I had written it to undermine the accepted values and meanings in the world. In short, I was Noam Chomsky (or Jean Baudrillard) pretending to be Douglas Adams. Nobody bought it.

Two years after I wrote the book, and a year after it came out (by which time all hopes had been finally crushed), here's what I said:

"The ingenuity which inspired me to write Matrix Warrior—to use a cultural phenomenon of potentially revolutionary proportions as a way in to the mainstream—this cunning bit of coat-tailing by a writer/artist tired of thriving in obscurity—back-fired on me.... The conscious and unconscious minds run on separate tracks. They work wholly different agendas, and as often as not, those agendas are at odds. Because I really believed in my book and its premise—that this world is an illusion and we are all slaves to it—I couldn't believe in its 'supposed' selling point, its gimmick, that of exploiting the situation for personal gain. Matrix Warrior isn't really about getting ahead in the matrix; it's about getting the hell out. And if its message could be boiled down to purest essence (an essence that makes it so unpalatable to most folk), then it would have all of nothing to do with personal gain.... The book's deepest plea is for us to surrender the obsessions and trappings of our self-serving egomania and hook into a deeper, wider, unimaginably vaster agenda outside of the merely personal, that of the Universe beyond. But since I was determined to conceal such a grandiose and presumptuous plea whatever the cost, I concealed it even from myself. I really thought I was writing Matrix Warrior to make an easy buck!"

Epic fail.

In our present, simpler terms: my text did not match my brain state, and it was this latter which communicated to my audience. Considering the kind of audience which a book of this apparent nature would attract, it's understandable that they wanted nothing to do with the author's brain state. They smelled a rat and stayed away from my buffet. Those who were willing to match the author's brain state (at the time of writing his book) were far less in number, but more importantly, they weren't the audience the book had been shaped and packaged to attract (fans of the movie). This discrepancy between packaging and content mirrored a deeper and more fundamental discrepancy in the book itself, between the text and subtext, the conscious message being communicated and the medium (brain state) by which it was being communicated. The medium and the message were at odds with one another, and so the message, as must always be the case, was lost.

As G.K. Chesterton said, "A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author." Matrix Warrior did both, because the hero of the "novel"—was its author.

 

PART FOUR: EMPATHY & INDIVIDUATION

"ESP.... You know how you do it? You listen to the other person instead of thinking of what you're gonna say next. That's all, and you learn things."
—Elmore Leonard,
Touch

 

The Transmission: Empathy in Action

"The mirror neuron network is like the WiFi hardware system that connects and intertwines all the brains of all the people in the human family. This hardware network allows for the transmission and reception of holograph content between people. The holographic content is the very thoughts, images and feelings that we are seeing and interacting with, inside ourselves. Hence, each person's inner world is intimately connected to, shared, and supported by other like-minded and like-feeling people—who can be anywhere on the planet."
—Teka Luttrel, "Mirror Neurons: We Are Wired to Connect."


The principal of sympathetic magic is that all things are interconnected—but not equally. Wooden objects are more "sympathetic" (i.e., in subatomic "entanglement" and constant communication) with each other than with plastic or glass, and so on. So it is with empathy: we can empathize more easily with people we identify with, and vice versa. If their experience is too foreign to us, we lack the necessary "database" of prior experience (not necessarily our own, but of people we have known, most especially loved ones) to draw upon, and we come up blank. On the other hand, somewhat paradoxically, if the condition of the person we are relating to is too familiar, we may find it too close for comfort and be less likely to empathize. This is because their emotional "imprints" (wounds) get tangled up with our own and we literally feel their suffering as our own, not empathically but as an intrusion (because of our own lack of boundaries). When there is insufficient distance between ourselves and the other, we are unable to function as the Listener, and are of no help to them. In order to create that distance, we will drop out of empathetic connection—rather like going into a room and closing the door for some alone time.

Empathy is a mysterious phenomenon in itself. Unlike similar qualities such as kindness, consideration, sympathy, or compassion, empathy isn't something we do so much as something that happens. We cannot choose to be empathic, but only whether or not we (try and) express empathy when it does happen (assuming we are capable of it, which not everybody is). The problem seems to be that being empathic and expressing empathy often don't go together that well. While empathy is a seemingly passive state, expressions such as kindness and consideration require a more active and outgoing one. It would seem that empathy happens when we choose to suspend all our prejudgments and just listen to the other person; just as empathy allows us to listen, listening allows us to empathize. Both are receptive states, and it may be that, far from being passive, such receptivity allows for a kind of holographic communication: a form of transmission that has a magical quality to it. Empathy depends on allowing two or more brain states to match completely, without attempting to add any extra, surface "noise" to that fundamental link-up.

Apparently such empathic transmission only happens when we are being sufficiently receptive to allow it to happen. This entails clearing our awareness of the clutter of prejudgments, emptying out all the patterns of our conditioning, and coming fully into the present moment. This "clearing out" (which generally doesn't happen all at once but over a lifetime) is also known as individuation, and as we've already seen, it's a process that can accumulate its own momentum. The more we clear out the old programs of our conditioning, the more space we create within us for real listening, the stronger the empathic transmission grows, and the more that collective (telepathic) signal helps to uninstall the old programs by running them through the new program, that of the Listener.

The advantage of empathy in communication is that it allows us to stay connected to the other person without reactively returning their "data packet." Instead of returning a snark for a snark, empathy brings us constantly back to the moment, back to an "empty," receptive, clear state in which we are responding not merely to what the person is saying but to what they are. Empathy is the highest form of respect, because while it allows the other to be an other, it also allows us to experience their brain state (suffering, confusion, etc.) as being as real, as valid, as our own. Empathy doesn't simply mean taking the other person's feelings seriously, however (that's closer to sympathy and it can often do more harm than good by merely strengthening those feelings). Empathy involves tapping into a larger data base than feelings, which are highly subjective and constantly shifting. Empathy is transpersonal. It extends beyond the merely personal yet at the same time includes the personal. To have real empathy for another means attuning not only to that person but to everyone we have ever seen in a similar state or circumstances in the past.

Everything has memory. Even inorganic objects store data, because the whole Universe is an information system. Sympathetic magic is a primitive description of the same phenomena mapped by quantum mechanics, related to the way in which atoms exchange data across space, and even across time, 'telepathically," via entanglement. Every atom of our bodies stores information about our past, but neurons are specifically designed for transmission of information and so have garnered our special attention. So what do our mirror neurons remember? Presumably the information they are storing pertains to all the previous times we have witnessed others doing things, not just grabbing peanuts but everything, and not just actions but thoughts and feelings also, everything in short that's been transmitted to our brains from other people, starting in the womb and with our first interactions with our mother and father. If this is the case then we all have a "backlog" of empathic memory which we can tap into at any time—and not only can tap into but do tap into, whether we like it or not.

This would be why empathy is so difficult for most people, why it can be so overwhelming for those of us who are capable of it, and also why it can sometimes look like its opposite. (There's some evidence that autistics are highly empathic, but unable to express it, even facially.) As well as an empathic state being somewhat passive in itself, tuning into another person's distress may be more than we can actually express, not least because of all the past associations which such distress would hold for us. Opening empathically to the other would be like opening the flood gates to the past, as well as the present. For a non-individuated being—which is the same as one with no boundaries or clear sense of self—it would be potentially annihilating.

 

The Group Mind

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say."
—Anaïs Nin

There is a paradox to all of this, as follows. Only those who have learned to separate themselves off from the collective, and establish their own boundaries and sense of self, would be able to open to the transmission and empathically merge with others. For those of us who have not cleared out the programs of our conditioning, empathy or any real connection to others would simply be too threatening, and so isolation and emotional disconnection would be necessary to psychic survival. Yet, again paradoxically, such non-individuated beings would be very much like extensions of a group mind, having little or no authentic self—hence their fierce desire to protect what little self they do have.

Jean Cocteau once said, "If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas." Without individuation, we remain "of the crowd," and so always get it wrong. The reason the crowd always gets it wrong is that the crowd does not have a genuine point of view, because a crowd, by definition, is made up of many different points of view. The crowd-viewpoint (which is that of the non-individuated psyche) is a mash-up in which the "lowest common denominator" rules. All the forms of individual creative and/or ritual expression which we've been discussing are designed—consciously or not—to dissolve this spell, using a counter-spell intended to establish (or reclaim) the individual’s unique point of view.

When we are not anchored in a strong sense of self, the contagious mind of the crowd will inevitably possess us, like in the 1950s movie The Blob. Possession by the blob is not merely common, it is everywhere, and because it is everywhere, we don’t register its existence. [2] Studies have shown that the "intelligence of the crowd" is determined by difference: a crowd gets smarter—behaves in more intelligent, less blob-like ways—when the people that constitute it have less in common rather than more. Such differences prevent the individuals within the group from being taken over by the group mind, because we do not imitate people we perceive as different from ourselves. Stupid crowds happen when everyone agrees with each other: to dress the same, talk the same, act the same. A mob is formed by a gathering of people who are open to persuasion, who have in fact gathered together to be persuaded, unconsciously seeking refuge in the group mind. Such a group consists of people who are lacking a strong sense of reality or identity: in a word, non-individuated beings. Such non-individuated beings (who needless to say are the vast majority) experience themselves as distinct individuals, and band together precisely to reaffirm this experience. By forming a group identity, they validate each other's reality, usually by using a focal point (whether Hitler or the Beatles) to do so. There is then no room for a more objective voice to challenge that false reality, because collectively, the group has the power to shout down or expel anyone who tries. That is what creates a mob, and why every mob has a natural propensity towards violence.

Joining a group-mind provides a sense of belonging. Yet ironically, when we join a group, we are unconsciously seeking after the original patterns of family life which short-circuited our sense of reality to begin with. The same patterns which have prevented the formation of healthy boundaries and made any kind of autonomous action—individuation—impossible, mean that we can't even conceive of reality being an internal state rather than a set of external social rules. This is a negative recursive feedback loop: non-individuated people seek groups to feel secure within and taking refuge in a group-mind prevents individuation. This is why most of us move from one "matrix" to another, without taking a breath. We go from family life to college, to a job, to a relationship, to raising our own family, without ever discovering a sense of meaning outside of those "patterns." On the other hand, it is only through group interaction that those patterns become obvious to us and we can recognize how inescapable they are. So solitude can be as compulsive as joining, because both are ways to avoid seeing just how compulsive we are.

All groups end up in line with the "family patterns" (early imprints) which the individual members have in common, because these are the patterns which brought the group together in the first place. They are also the patterns which made us crazy, i.e., unable to function as individuals outside of a collective. Mirror neurons add a new, more physiological twist to the idea of family patterns. If our brains match whatever behavior (including moods) we witness while growing up, then our brains (and bodies) must also remember all the times we have matched such behavior. As when an athlete or martial artist remembers oft-repeated muscle movements, such behavior eventually becomes second nature. Primates learn how to act largely via imitation, which also includes language. What we communicate and the way we communicate, therefore, is to a large extent in-formed by people around us. As adults, we then unconsciously seek out individuals who have adopted similar moods and behavioral patterns to our own (due to similar early imprints), so that we can recreate our formative environment. However threatening and distorting it may have been to us as children, it is now what we know; and familiarity, for the non-individuated person, equals safety.

This is why all group activities tend to become cultish, and it may also be why there is so much paranoia about "cults" in today's climate, because they are unwelcome reminders, reflections, of our collective dispensation. The more we despise and condemn "cults," the more we can tell ourselves that we are not susceptible to such behavior. But we are all susceptible. Society itself (and even consensus reality) is a form of group-think so widespread that it is undetectable to its members. It is the ultimate mind control cult, one which no one is ever permitted to leave.  

So how does this relate to writing? A collective mindset is maintained by constant reinforcement via words: the group tells its members what to think and then their thoughts tell them the same thing they are being told to think. That's the way programming works, via a self-perpetuating command. Reality becomes what we tell ourselves is real, and what to tell ourselves is real is what we are told to tell ourselves. Writing is a means to take back this power by beginning to compose our own internal dialogue, thereby writing our own program. By writing down our thoughts, about ourselves and our lives, we get to see, from the third person perspective (that of the Listener), the ways in which our perceptions have been compromised by external influences. Writing is a way to develop our voices, and to develop one's voice means to identify and then eradicate any elements that are not our voice, those external influences that distort our ability to express ourselves and leave us parroting other people's ideas and telling them what they want to hear—and telling ourselves what we think we want to hear—instead of simply speaking the truth. Within the context of groupthink, however, speaking the truth can be—and inevitably will be—the most ostracizing thing a person can do. Individuation—which is finding one's true voice—can only come about via exiting the group mind, and since the group mind is maintained by the "loyalty" of its members, individuation will always be perceived as a threat to other members of the group. Thus, by standing up for our own truth and individuality, we invariably risk not only being ostracized by the group, but—by speaking what the other members cannot afford to admit to themselves—being turned into a sacrificial victim by which the group identity is reinforced. In a word: a scapegoat.

 

PART FIVE: CROSSING THE BORDER

"Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake."
—E.L. Doctorow

 

Full Circle: Profaning the Sacred, Sacralizing the Profane

"I will conclude with a metaphysical question that cannot be answered by science. I cannot decide whether the question is utterly trivial or profound. I call it the 'vantage point' problem foreshadowed by the Upanishads, ancient Indian philosophical texts composed in the second millennium BC, and by Erwin Schrödinger. I am referring to the fundamental asymmetry in the universe between the 'subjective' private worldview vs. the objective world of physics. Physics depends on the elimination of the subjective: there are no colors, only wavelengths; no frequency, only pitch; no warmth or cold, only kinetic activity of molecules; no subjective 'self' or I, only neural activity. Physics doesn't need, and indeed doesn't acknowledge, the subjective 'here and now,' or the 'I' who experiences the world. Yet to me, my 'I' is everything. It's as if only one tiny corner of the space-time manifold is 'illuminated' by the searchlight of my consciousness. Humankind, it would seem, is forever condemned to accept this schizophrenic view of reality; the 'first person' account and the third person account."
—V.S. Ramachandran

Returning to the opening example (that of pornography and shamanic ritual), what the shaman represents in our present context—and why identification with a shaman is potentially so powerfully healing—is the other, the outsider. Traditionally, shamans were not part of the community which they served, the reason being that they quite literally belonged to another world: the world of the spirits. A shaman is a soul rescuer, an astral traveler, a dreamer, a psychopomp (as Christ was a psychopomp when he travelled to Hades, after the crucifixion). The shaman journeys, not physically but as awareness, into subatomic matter and into the inner worlds of DNA, and there has congress with the intelligences (accesses the information) concealed within. In simple terms, a shaman is another word for a fully individuated being—one who has died and been reborn in life. Hence, "individuated being" is another word for a shaman. To match a shaman's brain state, then, as in our opening example of mirror neurons, is to experience temporary "exile" from the group mind, but also an empathic connection to the collective unconscious. It might be argued that we all have a connection to the collective unconscious, since that is what makes it collective. The difference is that the shaman, or individuated being, makes conscious that connection, via empathy, and so shifts allegiance from the group mind (which is something like a crust that has formed on top of the organic body of humanity) and to the collective psyche. The shaman thereby moves from a "first person account"—that of the isolated individual—to a third person account of the universe at large. By this means, the shaman moves from subjective to objective reality.

Returning to the subject of empathy. A shaman's healing powers come from his or her own wounds. Whatever a shaman has suffered in life is what gives the shaman the understanding needed to assist others with similar patterns of wounding. In simple terms, if as a child a shaman was sexually abused or bullied, and suffered the resulting psychological imprinting, those experiences become the knots that must be unraveled for the shaman to individuate and heal his or her own psyche. By healing himself in this way, the shaman develops an ability for healing, specific to those original wounds which required healing. That shaman will then attract people with similar or matching wounds, magnetically (the universe as well as our brains being a mirror), and thereby develop those powers and complete the healing process. It will quickly be seen how all of this relates to empathy and mirror neurons. The "backlog" of empathic memory already discussed becomes as it were the shaman's qualification as a shaman. When a shaman encounters someone with similar patterns—a similar program which they want uninstalled—the shaman matches the brain state of the patient and empathically accesses his or her own experiences of that same or similar program. The shaman then remembers and/or reenacts (ritually, and through dialogue with the patient) his own deprogramming, and the patient, in turn, matches the shaman's brain state and is freed from their conditioning. In a word, healed. The healing is not so much the end as the means of this ritual: the end being that of individuation. Otherwise simply to heal a person would only be a temporary measure, because if the conditioning remains, the program is still running, then the system will sooner or later malfunction as before, or even in new, more advanced ways. A shaman isn't really in the business of healing, but of deprogramming people: fishing them out of the group mind and introducing them to the spirit realms of the collective unconscious, also known as Hades. The old English word hele means "unconscious," and is the source word for the Christian Hell, but also the root of "heal." That's the whole equation in a nutshell—or pomegranate.

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"This Narcissus of yours
doesn't see himself in the mirror
because he is the mirror itself."
—Antonio Machado

If shamanism is the third person (transpersonal) perspective, pornography is the first person perspective, as writ large and lurid on the psychic mirror of the species. Pornography is all about the "money shot": what's in it for me? There is one single end which porn moves towards and that is release, the gratification of desire. And desire—most especially sexual desire—is what binds the group mind together. It is both the current and the signal that keeps the program running. Sex is what we all have in common; it is what everyone wants. We all agree (openly or not) that sex is good, and therefore desirable. So of course everybody does it, and if we can't do it, then there's porn to make us feel like we are doing it. This program of sexual desire includes all the things required to get sex: wealth, status, success, image, beauty, fitness, confidence, social graces, and so forth. All these things are desirable to us as the means to a single end: sex. Advertising is as constant a reminder of this as porn. Nowadays the two have almost seamlessly merged: advertising is often pornographic, and pornography (as well as dating) sites and their advertisements have literally flooded the Internet. Pornographic imagery reinforces sexual desire and creates an energy feedback loop: by capturing our attention and triggering sexual responses within us, the energy of our attention and desire is "siphoned" off and fed into the group mind (of which the internet is a kind of concretized representation). This keeps the "grid" charged and humming with all of that attention and desire. It magnetizes the group mind and prevents its "members" (actually inmates) from ever leaving, from individuating. In simple terms, the promise of sex keeps us coming back for more, no matter how suffocating living in Hotel Californication is.

This is why celibacy is so common to spiritual disciplines: inhibiting sexual response is a way to reduce sexual desire, over time, and allows us to put our attention elsewhere than on what everyone else is doing—inward rather than outward. We then discover the extent to which our sexual desire has been hard-wired into us by our conditioning, and how our hormones (which are really the least of our problems) have been hijacked by the soul-sucking apparatus of society. At the other end of the spectrum, shamans traditionally are often polygamous, having many wives, which is presumably an alternate way to swim against the current. Our present culture preaches monogamy, on the one hand, while subtly encouraging promiscuity on the other, and the result is that most modern individuals practice serial monogamy. By having many wives, a shaman solves this dichotomy, but also (perhaps) avoids the real issue, that of emotional as well as sexual dependency. (A celibate also avoids this issue, unless he or she were to practice celibacy within a marriage, which would be a whole other kettle of fish.) Shamans, unlike celibates, tend to be earthy beings, but while they may be fully engaged with the lusts of the flesh, everything a shaman does is directed towards individuation, and to strengthening his or her connection to the other side—existence outside the group mind. So for the shaman, sex is a means to a transpersonal or collective end, and not an end in itself.

 

Eros and Thanatos: The Two Faces of Love

"Seek the you that is not yours
and never can be."
—Antonio Machado

Sex and death are the twin forces of existence. Yet to the shaman—and to anyone who has begun to see beyond their social conditioning—the two are strangely reversed: everything appears as backwards once you pass through the looking glass. For the average person, being a slave to biology, it is the death instinct that constantly fuels sexual desire. We are programmed to want sex because we are programmed to die, and without sex the species would not continue. On the other hand, it can also be said that we die because we procreate. Adam and Eve were immortal and innocent before the Serpent opened their eyes, so death is the price we pay for sex. In a curious reversal of this biological law, for the individuating being, sex is the price we pay for "death." Sexual addiction and indulgence—of which pornography is a symptom but not a cause—is a way for people to stave off death, not physically but emotionally and psychologically. This is the deeper context for understanding diseases such as AIDS (whatever it actually is): that the collective sex drive is really a sublimated desire for death (through le petit mort of orgasm, we get to die to ourselves for a moment or two). In more Freudian terms, and for men at least, sexual desire is all tangled up with an unconscious desire to get back to the womb, literally as well as symbolically; as such it is the only real alternative to individuation, the only one that will satisfy us (temporally at least). If we cannot go forwards, we must go backwards. Those afraid to face the reality of death will do whatever they can to get back to their birth.

A writer, true to his or her calling, is a shaman: their job is to explore the "netherworlds" of the collective unconscious, congress with the spirits, and bring forth healing and transformative knowledge for the community to which they belong. Like shamans, true writers are beings devoted solely to individuation, and as such have no personal affiliation with the community which they serve. From the point of view of the community—tending its crops and taking care of its daily living needs—a shaman (just like the gunslinger in Western films) is an agent of death. In a sense, this is accurate: a shaman's loyalty is not to the world of the living but to the world of the dead. As Paul Bowles described it, "he's merely a machine for the transmission of ideas. In reality he doesn't exist—he's a cipher, a blank. A spy sent into life by the forces of death. His main objective is to get the information across the border, back into death." The reason shamans appear to the group mind to be loyal to death is that, from a shamanistic point of view, there is only life after death, that is, only once complete individuation has allowed all our ties to the group mind to be severed can we begin to really live.

From a shaman's point of view, what ordinary people are engaged in maintaining their livelihoods is not at all what it seems. Socially programmed reality is all part of a great, messy, millennia long factory process, by which "souls" are recycled in order to keep the group mind replenished, fixed, and unchanging—just like the computer generated reality in The Matrix. What shamans do is to reverse the polarity of life/death, Eros/Thanatos, and use their sex drive as energy or fuel to enter into the realms beyond death. Their aim is to cross over to "the border" and enter into "third person" existence, outside the false idea of the individual self, as defined by the group mind. This is the ultimate paradox of earthly existence: that individuality is an illusion which only true individuation can dispel, and that only by dying to the self can we begin to live as our selves. In the same way, the first person perspective of "I, me, mine," which we are all trapped inside, is actually being generated by the group mind; as such, it is anything but autonomous. The self we identify with is actually a fictional construct very much like a character in a novel. On the other hand, the third person identity, since it allows our individual selves to be what they are—momentary arrangements of molecules within a vast, infinite and eternal tapestry of cosmic awareness—is the only true "I" that exists. And so the dreamer awakes and becomes the dreamed, and what we once dreamed as "the other" becomes the dreamer, dreaming us. Leaving the group mind is the true "little death" for which the greatest orgasm in the universe is no substitute. But it can be the means.

When shamans enter into the subatomic realms of DNA, it is in order (like Neo) to read the code and access the true, fundamental text of existence. This furnishes them with the option, now they have reduced themselves to nothing and entered into the everything, of changing that script and rewriting the program of creation. Shamans then become the authors not only of their own reality but of everyone else's too, by means of that empathic transmission sourced in a full body merging with the collective, for the good of all. Lucid dreamers inside the waking dream of the group mind are in the world but not of the world. These shamans are not merely skywalkers but skywriters.

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"In the beginning was the Word."
—John 1:1

We have now come full circle and back to the word. I referred above to the Internet as a reflection of the group mind, but it is also more than that—or perhaps more accurately, as a reflection of the group mind, the Internet is also possessed of its own unconscious. Potentially—and in small pockets this is already happening—the Net is a subculture that has formed within the larger matrix of consensus thought, one in which the rules, mores, and forms have yet to be fully established or "written in stone." Within this new-forming virtual/ritual environment, learning the art and science of invocation and spellcasting—communication via text—and of empathetic magik is more essential than ever before. Writing is key, because it is via written (as well as verbal) expression that we establish our own individual truth within ourselves, and eventually in the world.

At present there are several primary kinds of text-based ritual spaces on the Net, most of which we are all familiar with. There are blogs, usually journal-style updates for public consumption (including video logs), which usually allow for feedback via the comments section. There is IRC (internet relay chat) and instant messaging (Skype, Gmail, etc), micro-blogging on Twitter (massively influential in the recent Middle East uprisings), and comments sections on news sites, YouTube, Amazon, and any number of commercial websites. Then of course there is Facebook, which is the ruling online community and which has much to answer for, and answer to. Facebook has a rule of identity and there is a limit to how many Facebook accounts you can have, as well as warnings about using false names. Participation both requires and inspires identity-reinforcement, as is common to most groups. At the other end of the spectrum, as obscure and mysterious as Facebook is promiscuous, there is the 4chan, where identity is erased (the virtual activist group Anonymous was probably spawned at 4chan). 4chan is the opposite of Facebook, an anti-social social network where anyone who tries too hard to establish an identity is likely to be derided as a "name fag."  If Facebook is for people who want to be part of a community while remaining within the comfort and safety of their homes (and identity tunnels), 4chan is like the id of the Internet: a buzzing hive of activity and a mosh pit of thrashing bodies. Channers self-identify as a "Stand Alone Complex" or "herd of cats," signifying that they do not make up a group mind but are just a collection of units who happen to be going in the same direction. While made up of individuals who mostly reject the established social values—starting with identity—and who appear to abhor group-think, paradoxically it is a space that frequently hatches real-world activism—albeit usually in the name of "lulz."

All these virtual ritual spaces are the means by which we both observe ourselves and allow ourselves to be observed, as a collective "mental" body, via language and image (and since everything is being mediated via computer code, it is all language). The Net provides invaluable clues as to the nature and rate of the transmutation of consciousness currently underway in the collective organism. Yet since the medium is the message, the media, means and forms being employed are secondary to the end that is being mediated, namely: that same transmutation of consciousness. But since the observation affects the outcome of the experiment, the more attention that is given to the transformation underway, the more rapidly it will occur.

The Internet is a stand-in for the collective unconscious as it becomes conscious. One of its hidden functions, maybe even its primary function, is for developing the tools by which we may slowly disengage from the group-mind, and begin to navigate greater awareness. The internet then serves as both a testing ground and a launch pad for that definitive leap into the unknown. As a culture created entirely out of words, sounds, and images, it offers up a ritual space for interactive dreaming and shamanic healing, and for group projects with no external focal point but with an ever-changing blend of internal directives, sourced in individuals drawn together by their differences as much as their similarities. What's forming, just below the surface of the collective's awareness or group mind, is an intelligent crowd whose intelligence grows as it increases in numbers. What this spells is an opportunity for accelerated individuation and shamanic initiation on a mass scale.

Read the writing on the sky.

"The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish."
—Terence McKenna


Aeolus Kephas © 2011

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O Death

Along with sexual shame, the fear of death is the means by which the matrix controls humatons and keeps them enthralled. Fear of death creates a state of denial in which humatons exist, as if in suspended animation. In order to fend off their terror, they refuse to think or talk about death at all, save when indulging in regret over its ‘tragic’ aspects, or in excitement for its sensational ones. Thus humatons live their lives as if death was never going to touch them, as if they had all the time in the world.

Primitive cultures have always had a healthy respect and fascination for the death process, and even attempted to explore the realms of the afterlife. Initiation ceremonies were mandatory for any warrior on coming of age, and becoming a man invariably meant undergoing ordeals that led to a full awareness of death. In the matrix, humatons are deprived of any such coming-of-age ritual, and so they remain perpetual adolescents. Humaton children, as they reach puberty or even earlier, generally experience awe and terror as the idea of death begins to take hold in their lives. Since their culture never provides any instruction to help them deal with these feelings, they soon repress them, along with any thought of death. Instead they are fobbed off with hand-me-down articles of religious ‘faith’ such as ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’. Most humatons either accept these articles blindly, or else think about them for a while and then reject them out of hand. Either way, they rarely if ever allow the idea of death—of eternity—to become an active, creative force in their lives.

For the matrix warrior it is an altogether different affair. The idea of death is a primary one on the matrix warrior’s path. It gives sobriety, perspective, detachment, and courage. Matrix warriors think about their deaths daily, hourly. They actively realize that it is not some indistinct, far distant possibility, but an inevitable reality around the very next corner. That the day, the hour, the second will come when they are faced with eternity, and life will be reduced to nothing. To matrix warriors, the only moment that counts is the moment of death. Awareness of death not only reduces all the warriors’ worries, concerns, and desires to petty inconsequentiality, it also imbues their thoughts and actions with a mystery and a power that they are otherwise lacking. Matrix warriors use their death, let it guide them, advise them, and empower them. Death is their only companion in this life. There is no company richer and more stimulating than that of death. The idea of death is, for the matrix warrior, inextricably bound up with the idea of freedom. Though death does not necessarily spell freedom, freedom invariably entails death: death of the self. There is no way around this universal law. Yet fear of the annihilation of self is so intense for some humatons that, like Cypher, they prefer eternal damnation to freedom. This is the ultimate choice a matrix warrior can make: red pill or blue pill. Beyond this, the only choice humatons make, as individuals, is whether to have a choice at all: they choose to be warriors or they choose to be ordinary schmucks. Humatons do not have any say in their future; freedom is not an option for them. Warriors, on the other hand, get to up the stakes to an unimaginable degree. For matrix warriors there is no rest or respite, not even for an instant. The matrix comes at them 24/7, and if they are caught napping for even a nanosecond, they risk losing their chance for a chance at a way out.

(Jake Horsley - Matrix Warrior)

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Christ = Pussy

One Between = Bridge = Ratio = Logos = Word

The vesica pisces that marries form with formlessness?

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If the world is made of language

If the world is made of language, do we have to create a new language to remake the world?

What would or could that new language be?

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Would it have to be an

Would it have to be an entirely new language or would it suffice to change the function of the already present language by using it with more awareness? If language is also a tool, the tool with which the world is made, then could we just learn to use the tool differently? Like using a hammer to build a house instead of bludgeoning people over the head with it.

what the enlightened beings

what the enlightened beings handed down to us is now in the rubble of rhymes and riddles flaming fiddles in the cradle of consciousness a few crumbs of wisdom to light trash can fires in the belly of the Babel beast a few pearls of the wise cast before street artists in chaos masks camped at the armed museum the living memory of great huge trees the revolution of the universe in the branching night of being, who are the poets now? the philosophers of the absurd as collider smashes black holes into suns the meandering facades of palace factories of fun and prophecy as they crank out yet more news of the latest discovery of God and in the mountain of garbage, it was buried under a poet waits at the gates of Eden knee deep in star bucks rivers of ink blood the cost of stars, the flood of black liquid meaning in a meaning- less kingdom of entertainment, deconstruction of all values, dead ends, signs of life false idols in the delirious dawns of clown popes looked long at the pile of unidentified zeros, all our lost hopes pinned on the donkey of dollars in the distance, like Picasso on Picasso, turning turning around on the pivot of psychedelic history the torrid splendid mirrors of time spinning light the cities of clocks ticking like huge time bombs sweeps away like so much bits of money colored paper desperate sentences resemble something penned in dim dens of debauch and hyperspace like transcendence, like doom, like mushroom truth where are the poets now, the philosophers of the absurd the butterflies of miracle, in the molecule of becoming the words, words, weird, in the junk deserts of genius conflagrations of laughter in the sea of classical music as the ninth the ninth the ninth resonates down the crash El Repo man El Topo Morrison lizard king highway words, words, words, I dreamed I saw Neil Young dream-time, exploding holy mountains, the shaman is holy, the hawk is holy, the shy sky holy, Hollywood is holy, Sunset blvd. is holy moly, the serpent street in the desert of LSD sunsets, brain particles rain of shattered illusions, back lot sacrament, the candy clown walks through the gully of Dali gods at the corner of Sunset and Fairfax the avenue of angel freaks, the psychedelic gunslinger of squirt guns full of purple haze greets the young girls as they walk into the canyon, 67 never ended, The End kept playing on the turntable of revolution undergrounds, teen night clubs of the Trip, until the spoonfull of seedy blues, introduced the Flower Children to the eternal Love-in, strange days found Forever Changes….Arthur Lee’s face melts into the orange sun,‘Gone Hallucinogen Freeway’ ‘Gone Hallucinogen Freeway’ ‘Gone Hallucinogen Freeway’ the surrealist is gone through the hoops of novelty fingers, the novel is one with the Axis Bold as Love God’s eye.Jim says the magic words over the City of Angels, and everybody is in, everybody is in, everybody is in.Elvis is sighted on the edge of tinsel town, and Frank Zappa walks in with an eternal note.Gun shots and fireworks trail off in the Phase III Civilization distance…. What the world needs now is love is--divine wisdom and Marilyn Manson can read O Rose Thou Art Sick I you are the cure William Blake had a vision it was not on television it was not televised---enter Tyger Tyger oh, stagger stagger is no beast slouching dark satanic mills & global warming become the city of light on the hill and so many thrills and spills of the poet's write beyond above and below, come along now within & without Marilyn Manson no doubt stand up like the dark satanic clown to rival Milton and the Devil's party goes on even if they do not know it we who are the poets have salute you we who are the prostitutes of progress the whores of Babalon & L.A the children of the paradise the gutter and the stars of utter bliss have drank the blood of the grapes of heaven and hell and have asked why and tell the tale so well oh well oh well, the heavy metal is heavy, Jesus! it gets so heavy so many rapes and rends later so many OD's and LOL's and the rose blossomed in blasphemy and divine comedy between her gothic thighs remove the disguise innocence & no lies in blooming confusion beyond reality and illusion forget the transfusion of the nepenthe and of on what we have been fed...(invisible worm) the thorn and the tare the bare and the--"damn braces bliss relaxes" are born as the Lamb of God and the tiger too was born from bloody black hole come on Marilyn Manson the beauty and the beast is you and west & east shall meet in the street of etrnity what's a rock star poet to do and read the words of the Bard so crush the words in your painted lips, and pass them on it will make your Beautiful People in the fractal forests of the night shine....what the world needs now what the world needs now what the world needs now cannot write about I cannot write about sublime things all the sublime things have followed the mist down the path where the stars go I cannot write about mundane things all the mundane things have teased the profound and the profane I cannot white about arcane things all the arcane things have been having a ball in the museum of myth I cannot write about all the lost loves and their endless plucked forget-me-nots I cannot write about the poets in the trenches the ones that write about the battlefield littered with the dead cream of youth I cannot write about the initiation of the blood of the poet, the flower of the explosion or the flowers of evil, Baudelaire has already done that beyond my wildest dreams I cannot write about the painters of beautiful women they would be Picasso and I would be Picasso but alas only Picasso is Picasso I cannot write about silence I can only write about the lack of noise or the last symphony of the slow disaster of clashing symbols of cymbals, I cannot write about bread and wine and fiery oaths, and gypsy talk in the forever night, I'm nothing but the road that the caravans roll on, I'm the reader of newspapers of the absurd the page turned of Communist manifestos and colossal creeds of crumbs and spilled ink I cannot write about the secret thoughts of great thinkers and drunken bums , poetry would be end of secret thoughts and the beginning of what it is we, cannot write poetry about ach poem would be completely different some will be more different then others others would follow down roads already no matter how different the words the words always appear different in the language there is a flaw in the diamond of language no matter how many ways the words differ they always take on an appearance of same when words became able to say things there was a disruption in the meaning the more the diamond is flawed the more the flow of thought makes the words as soon as novelty is introduced it shatters the concept great mind journeys were made to find words but words were hidden from what they said and that is where all those big words were born it became a contest between knowing and known the real words were running around between philosophy and poetry as they showed us the great huge cavern that exists out of nothing and out of nothing measurement and something other in the beginning of nothing and everything a mixture of words with the source of words a drink was discovered that created the spirit from which all words could see into the distance we went on this way for a long verse speaking thus when the drink had done its magic the sun was cool for eons each star stood out to out naked eyes alive things grew like objects like worlds beyond our sight then something changed in the universe that day poems were the stuff that imagined the unfathomable the far out images came into the vast expanse of our divination water we could go on seeking like this for infinite diversity endless making each poem as is it has a purpose all its own a chaos I found myself in a poem many times over looking for you I began to destroy the meanings like great temples of vision until the language surfaced once more and circled around itself creating huge mountains of words stacked on even greater ones descending and rising again out of the flowers of the most open even vaster and faster the grand structure of labyrinth sentences was built upon an illusion of magnificence and madness ending in absolute stream of consciousness ripping thought the fabric of belief revolutionrabbit » September 12th, 2011, 4:55 am On the highway toward the peeled orange abstract cubist structures rise on the horizon we are shooting through the layers of paper air some pieces of which are a kind of pop Sanskrit there is no destination no direction no place in sight only husks of fast food joints, and gigantic desolated amusement parks of Hollywood ghosts like spray painted holograms we have been on this road of karma cars for one eternity and we zip along like UFO's the heart sky unfolds like a mantra of miles light years pass by without any effort gaunt bearded holy holes stand in doorways that are what was left of shopping malls and wave at the phantom traffic signals we will arrive at zero point when the test symbol at the end of time and the time of ends becomes a cube of circles rotating in a void of now with the Indian chief in full headdress sitting smack dab in the center of the alien zero pow wows we will not be passing any purple cows or floating Jesus stations the dial on the star-gate radio

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Does anyone have any questions?

Great Read

Awesome read! This got me thinking much more than any of the classes i've atteneded today. Now, some questions. Who is the artist of those pictures? They are outstanding. I live in a rather small community (Escanaba, MI) and there are not any practicing shamans in the area. (at least none I can contact) How can I go about pushing my mind to find the answers when I have no guide? I am in the process of saving for a trip to Peru but other than that I am lost. Is there anyway to network to any healers to jumpstart my inward growth?

You could have said more with less...

My original content has been stolen and turned into schlock to sell alzhiemers product...

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Behavior of Mirrors

I think I understand that the greater extent of one's individuation would entail a higher capacity for receptivity and empathy but does it also constitute a change in the behavior of the mirror neurons? Does increased individuation mean that the mirror neurons are allowed to reflect more of the brain state being transmitted by the other person? Or does increased individuation only mean that, while the mirror neurons are behaving no differently, one now possesses a more comprehensive awareness of them?

 If the interaction of brain states is seen as energy entanglement on the subatomic level, are both parties within a conversation sharing the exact same brain state or are they embodying a brain state that is one part theirs with tinges of the other party's brain state? In other words, are the brain states the same or do they only create interference patterns toward each other? Having written this, it now occurs to me that both potentials seem plausible.

 A fun note: I read part of this article last night and then watched the film Naked Lunch. I was tickled by the synchronicity of seeing the demonstration of mirror neurons at work as Lee hears what are presumably the words of Tom Frost's brain state, even though Frost's verbal speech is of different content. And this from a film made 20 years ago inspired by a book published about 52 years ago.

hmm

Those are some good/tough questions; let me think them over.

 

That's my favorite scene in the movie; actually it's the only scene I liked.  

The memetic of the octopus explains everything.

The memetic of the octopus explains everything. The symbol which McTerence nascent era of hyperconnectivity and quickening novel coalescence of a civilization approa kenna believed would become all pervasive in theching, a singularity. The dwell point which spirals time whena sspiral structure through cyclindrical the level of the elecron around it; time really being rotational movement acells! the spiral spindle of simple molecules shape that and the planets; and inside our cellular structure: and yes indeed the i belt, itube-form he used his voice and whirled; allows for theeved generation of charge potential energies through the interaction of electron radiation emitting from the shifting quantum vortexes.

O sensetaff about in threatening body stance *and of a giant living neuron. Woosh woosh! goes the mohogoney box underswept oars of oak splintering vision a young carl jung, and a dreary late midday.

Spirals of time, epinning, electrons spin, atoms spin, the earth spinsmitting from interaction of particle emission, common radiatieffon. Quarks are spinning, subquarks are s. What is all the spinning? where is pull come from to cause hat we are simple experience under light and ect in this way? the rotational force of qi is also wsound colouring.

Unfourtunatley the has been unrecoverable and there is no way to get back our agenerations the practices of times recogaudio nizing the nature of all liminal and non liminal phenomenon as refractal loops radiating in toaster oven coils for efficientcursive cacia box's of which we store the laws and ancient scripts of great antiquity and preserve for future golden wheat breads with gluten for allergins as well as help the efficient use farm products and corporations help the jobs.

Trigger Happy People

Benjon asked:
>I think I understand that the greater extent of one's individuation would entail a higher capacity for receptivity and empathy but does it also constitute a change in the behavior of the mirror neurons?
To be honest, I only used the idea of mirror neurons as a departure point. As someone pointed out at Part One, sticking electrodes to monkey's skullcaps isn't the most humane way to explore these mysteries (but as long as someone did so, I'll use what they found), and nor is it the only way. "All we ever did was measure the behavior of our instruments" was a favorite saying of Crowley - mirror neurons and all other physiological phenomena may be no more fundamental to consciousness than mercury in a thermometer is to heat.
>Does increased individuation mean that the mirror neurons are allowed to reflect more of the brain state being transmitted by the other person? Or does increased individuation only mean that, while the mirror neurons are behaving no differently, one now possesses a more comprehensive awareness of them? Again, that's for the electrode folk to determine. Physics only interests me, like pretty much everything else, in the larger context of psychology. And if psychology is understood as the study of the soul, then its reach potentially encompasses all human experience, including determining what we mean by "soul" or psyche. What interests me here are the everyday questions, such as: as we individuate and "own" our projections, does this help us to experience the other more clearly (empathy), and therefore to communicate our own brain states more honestly and directly? Because the way most of us communicate most of the time is by subtle manipulation, passive aggression, and by trying to MAKE the other person feel the way we do/see things the way we see them. It's easy to see how this fundamental "failure to communicate" is at bottom of most, if not all, the conflicts we enter into, both as individuals and as societies. We are a race of "triggered" people, forever reacting to our patterns (early imprints) and constantly trying to push each other's buttons in order to feel "safe" and more in control or powerful. Extend that to nations, and what do you get? I'll get to the other questions later. Thanks for the interest.
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You can Be Me & I Can Be You

I just read this passage this morning before getting up (always a slow process), from a ‘dime story” sci-fi novel I found in a Guatemalan book store for $1.50. The novel’s called The Man with a Thousand Names, by A.E. Van Vogt:

 

“We who can see and feel the energy-flows underneath thought and action, found ourselves feeling compassion for a stopped or twisted flow. But since it seemed to be mechanical we simultaneously underrated the potential danger. We looked at a man and we saw waves and perceived the light and darkness around him and inside of him. Did it matter, we subsequently asked ourselves, what he said or thought when all, or most, of those lines were twisted or stopped? We discovered that, unfortunately, he accepted his own consequent thoughts and feelings as being real even after we pointed out to him that they were not. For a long time, for much too long, we paid no attention to his resistance, thinking that surely he would come to his senses presently. He never did.

 

 

“A human being is, we observed, like a combination of a solid and a liquid. There is a continuing outflow and inflow of particles so that, after a little, not one atom is the same as it was before. So to us the problem seemed by this reasoning also to be a matter of physics. But alas, no matter how often we pointed this out to the individual, the life-feeling that radiated from him retained its previous form. In other words, the identity persisted. He refused to be aware that it’s all right to be anybody. But that it’s a growth process, and must not be regressive.”

 

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Producing From listening to records i just knew what to do I mainly tought myself And, you know, i did pretty well Except there were a few mistakes But um, that i made, uh That i've just recently cleared up And i'd like to just continue to be able to express myself As best as i can with this instrument And i feel like i have a lot of work to do Still, i'm a student - of the drums And i'm also a teacher of the drums too What makes cancer tenatious? The moon rules the fluids Including the inner juices of human beings That which assimilates and feeds the body So the crab feeds his astral plane Assimilating and distributing all he receives Slowly, until it becomes apart of you I can fly through the strangest land And i would like to able to continue To let what is inside of me Which is, which comes from all the music that i hear I would like for that to come out And it's like, it's not really me that's coming The music's coming through me The music's coming through me

Awsome pawned owned!

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Group Mind vs. Collective Psyche

I think I grok what you mean when you talk about the group mind vs. the collective psyche-- but just thinking about the two terms-- well, on the surface they sound pretty similar, don't they? I mean-- in a sense-- the collective unconscious is a kind of "group" (i.e.... collective) "mind" ("mind" being a possible translation of "psyche"). It seems that you use the term "group mind" to refer to the level of mass consciousness which is concerned primarily with security, sex, and manipulative power moves -- which is dominated by fear and desire--- I take it that when your refer to the "collective psyche" you're talking about the collective unconscious, the realm of archetype and symbol, the wellspring of our dreams and fairy tales. I understand that conscious communication with the collective psyche like that achieved by shamans and other fully individuated folk is a desirable thing-- but I'm wondering-- is it not just that those who are in the throws of the "group mind" are possessed by the collective psyche? In other words, they don't have a conscious (individuated) relationship with it, so they just act out its patterns without awareness? It would seems to me that the collective psyche, with its angels and its demons, is as full of fear and desire as the group mind, as the spell most of us labor beneath--- but perhaps we become free when we turn and face the spectres of the collective unconscious head-on and realize that the terrors and temptations they offer us are not personal but inevitable-- right now I'm thinking about Jung's confrontation with his unconscious visions via active imagination in The Red Book-- he realized that a certain woman of patient of his represented his anima to him-- and he confronted her in imaginative dialogue-- eventually gaining insight and deeper spiritual riches from the conversation. Alternatively, he could have simply pursued an affair with the woman, acting out of desire---- so it was his conscious recognition of an unconscious pattern (seduction) which helped his own shamanic initiation. www.awesomeyourlife.com