Got notified 6th season of SHIELD is out. I parked it somewhere around the 3rd. Long time ago. So started back at the beginning of season 1. Remembered it was enjoyable, and while not quite remembering stuff, I’m oddly psychic about what might be going to happen. Maybe that’s what happens to people that take the same ride again and again. What a trip reincarnation would turn out to be. Like, here’s my ticket, I’m going to take the ride again and try someth’in different this time
Alright, keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times and here comes the memory reset…
I’ve also pondered, that if my conscious was swapped with another’s, and I had all their memories and experiences but none of my own (abandoned with the vehicle, or traded) then I wouldn’t know I had been anyone else. There would be a continuity of being
And if consciousness shared a multi-tasking pool of hosts that we each spent a few seconds, hours, days, weeks, years inhabiting, before swapping out for the next one. Perhaps taking some virtual guided tour of the human experience. Then, like, that would be weird
Of course there were rifts from the beginning in the fabric of things that never mended the way culture intended and there were tides and whirlpools both figurative and literal
one tide brought my brothers and I out into the sacred under a moonlit sea off Myrtle Beach on Styrofoam “surfboards” waves and stars and warm water moonlight rivers on the ocean
a lazy whirlpool once trapped me for several minutes in my huge inner tube early in the leg of a 4 hour run on the Tama river in Japan through rapids and beckoning beach parties a paddle would have probably helped expedite an escape
almost lost a friend on the same trip he disappeared in front of me like a magic act like some leviathan of the deep snatched him I waited, paddling by hand in circles debating diving in to try and find him in that sinkhole or to wait a tad longer meanwhile his hat whooshed up without him a few seconds after and he sputtered to the surface
I have been washed to sea through ayahuasca, san pedro, peyote, mushrooms, float tanks, trance states, out of body, lucid dreams I’ve seen sirens I have addictive tendencies that runs in my family, lineage and race if you believe the stuff about natives and liquor but I’m pulled to altered states more or less daily… through meditation,vivid or lucid dreams, path working during the day, edibles, ale or wine in the evening feeble attempts to keep the riffs from closing before I decide to enter
After decades of trial and error refinement, I have created the perfect time-juicer system combining all my interests, hobbies, routines, chingas filtered through a Kanban focus strip, broken down into discrete chunks: fun, gamified and easily assimilated into long term memory storage with Anki for items of substance (and for keeping continuity on intermittent tracks); a system designed and personalized to seize the day and… I’ve just been staring at it for a week now
In a totally unrelated dream last night, I was being forcibly restrained from creating music until I broke free and discovered through unfettered play on a piano all these unlocked potentials before being trapped in a room by a malevolent shadow while trying to reconstruct a banishing melody with raspy breath on an indigenous flute.
I’m blaming the new moon. And that shot of super tart cherry juice before bed.
Found my way back to Trello to help sort a few things, including my chinga time management experiment. That will be subject of another post. There are several creative ways virtual whiteboards shine when arranging things visually.
We spend time online differently. Some immerse themselves in the political, others random entertainment, others life tips and self improvement, shopping or food porn, celebrity news, stalking, nostalgia, social signaling, special interests, causes and often a mixture of them all.
It’s addictive. The rotating smorgasbord of information kicks our amygdalas into overdrive. The amygdala’s role was/is to keep scanning… for threats, opportunities, looking for differences and what wasn’t there before. Newness. It’s hardwired. It juices our limbic systems.
The skittish survive and pass on their genes. Doesn’t matter they drop dead after procreating from stress related disorders, they served their purpose in propagating our species. That’s how nature works. You’re welcome.
But it can also be leveraged by our nascent executive function, perhaps more to our advantage. The same addictiveness can be attached to a stream of learning and deepening of what is relevant to us. That nourishes us rather than merely distracts and numbs. We can tap incredibly rich veins in a matrix of information, we can feed our souls and spirits rather than our biases, ego and instincts. And subvert the systems of nature and commerce to our soul advantage
When we close our eyes we can access vistas within as vivid in appearance and deep in significance as any in the physical world but for most, this ability has atrophied and they are only aware it still exists through dreams or psychedelics
Curiously our physical senses stream into our minds creating holograms assembled from electrical impulses and chemical undulations between neurons interpreting the outside world like a movie
and yet, activating these same assemblies and scenes requires no external input it is an interface not a recording
A way to recover the ability to access our own projections is to dehabituate the way we gaze because even with eyes closed we are peering into darkness with the same subtle muscle habits in our eyes that we use to lock onto the physical
to release this lock-down and decouple it from the physical interface we need to explore new ways of scanning for content first, by relaxing the eyes allowing them to defocus and soften an open field of awareness which instantly triggers alpha unbinding the filter mechanism
and then through a metaphorical opening that might be, and probably will be, a very different venue of access and presentation, almost a knowing or feeling, which will first be very vague but as we learn to focus these internal lenses our experience can be as vivid and real, if not more so, than anything we imagine we are seeing outside our heads
Use Intention. Because there are parts of our mind that respond to our intentions, if we know how to craft them and/or if the timing is right, or we are in the right state of mind, like say, alpha. So form an intention to see into the non-physical. And perhaps an affirmation that you believe there is more to perceive than the physical world and more to awareness than some knot in our heads.
A Question is sometimes a sneaky way to form an intention that bypasses our censors. What would we see or perceive if we were becoming aware of what’s happening right now inside our mind? And if we realized we could experience a source and form of sensation that was new to us? What if it was all in our head, but our mind is actually far larger than we think?
Use the liminal space between waking and sleeping: both falling to sleep and waking up. We often pass through these zones briefly, but hanging out on the edge of sleep, coming or going, is a rich territory to explore and unfold this new ability. Also before and after naps, and during short, 5 minute breaks from the screen or activities. Or whenever we close our eyes to check in and find an energized fabric with which to play.
It’s past witching hour by far In vino veritas (y tambien, la vida no es tan seria como la mente hace que parezca)
enjoy life -but live it(!) don’t settle which means ~obtain your magic claim your mojo you die alone make some choices that only you are accountable for
escape a few beliefs and a little indoctrination free the mind a bit and spirit more you know those feelings …your memory can reach that far back to what you’ve lost touch with-in
in all the scurry come back to the body it’s not just a temple it’s a playground of sensation, energies pathways and forces a nexus of power
ride these sensations into presence only the body is always here and now while the mind can spin endlessly in neither anchor self in the earth and reach the stars or not a thousand games a thousand gems
Protect yourself and grow upright to the sky; that is all.
— Shunryu Suzuki
I drew kenaz this morning. A curious rune which typically means illumination, craft, skillful means. But its darker poems in history relate it also to ulcers and tumors. The reconciliation is found in a deeper function of kenaz which is shaping energy with thought. As such, it warns me today to be wary of whether I am shaping my thoughts with intention or whether my thoughts are shaping me, through moods and mechanical associations. One is a type of growth I do not wish to encourage.
I’m rethinking the whole “flow” bandwagon and construct.
I think it’s been appropriated by the performants.
That weird cult of meritocracy based entre-(pre)neural self-creators. Kind of like what they’ve done for mindfulness as a lubricant for better functioning business minds. Bleh.
Their “enablers” of flow state are: immersion in a task that’s challenging but not too challenging. This is a cargo cult byproduct of something deeper. That is: you wouldn’t need the artificial gravitas of a situational task to fix attention if your attention was not so fractured to begin with.
And to do mundane tasks, with full attention ala zen, has always been the gold standard of flow states. This immersion of the modern day flow junkies is not a being in the moment but a loss of a sense of time and self-awareness that sounds very similar to deep attachment. A zombie working state. Kind of the opposite of true mindfulness. And the “zone”, in high performance parlance, has been conflated with all of this in a sticky threesome.