Letter to Granny:
This letter is about Calculations, space and the conscious environment. I am reminding myself to continue this explanation later, probably after work, as I have to get ready right now. I had another waking meditation, in fact I was sitting there – driving again – thinking, I have nothing to write to granny about and that is when I got another waking meditation.
Ok, it is a little later on now, and I have just had a phone call and talked to Dad. The phone call was telling me that I didn’t have to go to work today, and the talk to Dad was about this meditation I got. He shot a few holes in it, or so he thought, but he is far too tired to really have anything to say about it. He thinks I ramble far too much, and would he tell me about my dreams so he can get some more sleep for tonight’s night shift. Charming man my Dad.
Anyway, about this meditation. I was sitting at a traffic light, waiting and waiting and was getting quite bored when my attention was caught by the car beside me. It was a green Ford and it was quite rounded in many places and I wondered to myself, How did they make that and get it all to fit just exactly in place? I thought, hmmm, must have calculated exactly how long, or rounded, etc on a computer. Must have had some pretty big formula to run the computers required to think fast enough to calculate on a factory line each exact measurement for each piece it makes. Or maybe the calculations were quite simple and I am only thinking they are really huge or would take a lot of time because my mind can’t calculate that fast, or that exactly.
Then I was thinking that if every car could be measured and exactly calculated, cause it was only space after all, then that it wouldn’t stop there. Everything could be exactly calculated, if you could think like a computer, or if your mind were not human and you could comprehend a large amount of data in an instant, without using a function like a computer. What if our soul minds, or higher leveled minds, could calculate everything, or multiple things, or simply was so advanced and on such a high level of thinking did not need to calculate things the same way as I was thinking.
Here I was driving a car, without conscious thought. I changed gear, I indicated, turned, avoided traffic, read traffic lights, symbols on the road, watched pedestrians for sudden movement. And the entire time my conscious mind was concentrating on thinking about calculations.
The soul mind would not need to think about the motor mechanics of life, but could actually do it without hesitation or real thought on impulse. Now that I thought about it, the lower level impulses are almost locked off to the conscious control of a person, the involuntary reflexes of a human body, and the basic animal impulses humans have, under control? Or simply lower down on the chain of conscious thought. On a level so automated by our mind we are not aware of it.
As I was driving along (the light had changed) the world seemed to become transformed into numbers and formulae. The distance between here and there, the space between objects, the space an object existed in, the space….around me. Everything is calculated space, and then I realised that all of our perceived senses could be calculated into impulses, electrical or other forms. The sensation of touch is recorded by nerve endings and transmitted to the brain to be understood and perceived by the program in the brain that matches that sensation with memory, experience, or even with a pre-programmed understanding we were born with in our brains. Perhaps this is the way everything is, or merely the way our physical bodies interact within this environment.
Formula, programs, a simulated environment. All of this awareness or understanding came in a way as another understanding of basically the same concept.
This reality, is not a True reality. Reality is not what we receive through our sensations. We need to think outside of our Selves, outside of this dome of perception.
Ok, what did you think of that? Similar themes to my previous ones, right? But a different way of looking at the same thing can sometimes give a different understanding of the same concept, which is sometimes why I get a lot of similar ones all in a row.
Sunday, February 20, 2000
I was over the road last night talking to my neighbour, Tracey, about things. And we got to talking about freaky stuff that happens (as you do after a glass of wine and are generally bored). We exchanged freaky things and then she started telling me about the finger of fate. She was trying to explain runs of bad luck that she sometimes sees happening all in the same area. Like, a near miss with a car, and then further down the road someone steps onto the road without looking either way, and then a little further away someone will trip over. She was telling me about how she sees things like this happen in runs, and she sometimes has to pull over to the side of the road or just go home.
Her eye tends to pick out what is wrong with the scene before her. So a run of coincidences seems more than unusual to be happening all in the same place. She calls it the finger of fate, or something else. She says when these things are happening around her she feels extremely wary in the sense that she is trying to figure out how to guard against it. I thought that was interesting enough to include in my usual letter.
She has a lot of similar ideas to me, the soul group thing. The Time theory, although she has only just thought about reincarnation working “backwards” or in “tandem” with other lives we have lived. So she was blown away by that last night. Of course I put them in parenthesis because of the way my time theory works, there is no linear time. I explained my impression of time to her and she agreed with a lot of it, but I think she already had pretty much the same idea anyway, I just used different words. (which is the trouble with language communication and not linking in with someone, so many differing ways of understanding the same sentence or word).
So it was an very interesting night. She told me about the spirits that came to see her and I told her about T's problems with the presence in her parents’ house and how very real it was. (I don’t know if I told you about that, if I haven’t, tell me and I will explain).
Houses was something else we talked about. How houses have a feeling about them, and it really depends on their history. Like the house she moved into across the road felt disjointed and full. Many people had lived there for short spaces of time, and the ownership papers are quite long. She felt like there were a lot of impressions of things in the past there. The house I am in felt up and downy, like the time I came into A's room and then felt nauseous because the floor seemed to go up and down quite rapidly. Some parts of my house felt like that, and it didn’t help that the floor had some of the piles gone.
Never the less, it got me thinking about houses and the impressions and asking around a few people. I think places can soak in memories of the things that happen around them. But then, I also think that if time is the way I think it is, and that all moments exist eternally in the same moment; then the events of the “past” and of the near “future” could be existing in the same place on one level. Which would overlap the events of the things in the “present” giving the impression of memories soaking into the present.
Hmm, I could go on and on about this, but I think you get the idea. I do however think there is more to this house/memory soaking thing than I have thought about yet.
Well, this is a short letter, but then next week it could be heaps bigger. So don’t think I am starting a trend here. Hope everything is going well at home and you should write me another letter!!! My mailbox is depressed because I don’t get enough mail to make it feel useful. <grin>
Love Bec
Here I was driving a car, without conscious thought. I changed gear, I indicated, turned, avoided traffic, read traffic lights, symbols on the road, watched pedestrians for sudden movement. And the entire time my conscious mind was concentrating on thinking about calculations.
The soul mind would not need to think about the motor mechanics of life, but could actually do it without hesitation or real thought on impulse. Now that I thought about it, the lower level impulses are almost locked off to the conscious control of a person, the involuntary reflexes of a human body, and the basic animal impulses humans have, under control? Or simply lower down on the chain of conscious thought. On a level so automated by our mind we are not aware of it.
As I was driving along (the light had changed) the world seemed to become transformed into numbers and formulae. The distance between here and there, the space between objects, the space an object existed in, the space….around me. Everything is calculated space, and then I realised that all of our perceived senses could be calculated into impulses, electrical or other forms. The sensation of touch is recorded by nerve endings and transmitted to the brain to be understood and perceived by the program in the brain that matches that sensation with memory, experience, or even with a pre-programmed understanding we were born with in our brains. Perhaps this is the way everything is, or merely the way our physical bodies interact within this environment.
Formula, programs, a simulated environment. All of this awareness or understanding came in a way as another understanding of basically the same concept.
This reality, is not a True reality. Reality is not what we receive through our sensations. We need to think outside of our Selves, outside of this dome of perception.
Ok, what did you think of that? Similar themes to my previous ones, right? But a different way of looking at the same thing can sometimes give a different understanding of the same concept, which is sometimes why I get a lot of similar ones all in a row.
Sunday, February 20, 2000
I was over the road last night talking to my neighbour, Tracey, about things. And we got to talking about freaky stuff that happens (as you do after a glass of wine and are generally bored). We exchanged freaky things and then she started telling me about the finger of fate. She was trying to explain runs of bad luck that she sometimes sees happening all in the same area. Like, a near miss with a car, and then further down the road someone steps onto the road without looking either way, and then a little further away someone will trip over. She was telling me about how she sees things like this happen in runs, and she sometimes has to pull over to the side of the road or just go home.
Her eye tends to pick out what is wrong with the scene before her. So a run of coincidences seems more than unusual to be happening all in the same place. She calls it the finger of fate, or something else. She says when these things are happening around her she feels extremely wary in the sense that she is trying to figure out how to guard against it. I thought that was interesting enough to include in my usual letter.
She has a lot of similar ideas to me, the soul group thing. The Time theory, although she has only just thought about reincarnation working “backwards” or in “tandem” with other lives we have lived. So she was blown away by that last night. Of course I put them in parenthesis because of the way my time theory works, there is no linear time. I explained my impression of time to her and she agreed with a lot of it, but I think she already had pretty much the same idea anyway, I just used different words. (which is the trouble with language communication and not linking in with someone, so many differing ways of understanding the same sentence or word).
So it was an very interesting night. She told me about the spirits that came to see her and I told her about T's problems with the presence in her parents’ house and how very real it was. (I don’t know if I told you about that, if I haven’t, tell me and I will explain).
Houses was something else we talked about. How houses have a feeling about them, and it really depends on their history. Like the house she moved into across the road felt disjointed and full. Many people had lived there for short spaces of time, and the ownership papers are quite long. She felt like there were a lot of impressions of things in the past there. The house I am in felt up and downy, like the time I came into A's room and then felt nauseous because the floor seemed to go up and down quite rapidly. Some parts of my house felt like that, and it didn’t help that the floor had some of the piles gone.
Never the less, it got me thinking about houses and the impressions and asking around a few people. I think places can soak in memories of the things that happen around them. But then, I also think that if time is the way I think it is, and that all moments exist eternally in the same moment; then the events of the “past” and of the near “future” could be existing in the same place on one level. Which would overlap the events of the things in the “present” giving the impression of memories soaking into the present.
Hmm, I could go on and on about this, but I think you get the idea. I do however think there is more to this house/memory soaking thing than I have thought about yet.
Well, this is a short letter, but then next week it could be heaps bigger. So don’t think I am starting a trend here. Hope everything is going well at home and you should write me another letter!!! My mailbox is depressed because I don’t get enough mail to make it feel useful. <grin>
Love Bec
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