Chameleon Image

To every leaf, a unique path
To all leaves, the same tree
Invisible wood, walking leaf
Of tree convoluted into leaf


There's a part of me that is the same as everyone else. If nothing
else, if I follow my roots back far enough, everyone is related to me
through some ancient ancestor. Evolutionary Biology proposes that
during my life, I go through all the growth stages of not only my
personal individual life, but also the lifetimes of all of my
predecessors. Consequently, if I go back far enough in my family tree,
I will come to a point where I am the same as everyone else. That point
is probably in some remote part of my mind that I have no access to.

However, I have worked to open up my access to that point. The point is
the part of me that is the same as everyone else. It's a physical
biological structure of some kind in my mind, manifested during the
periods of growth in my life, when I have gone through the same growth
stages as all of my ancestors. It's probably very small, and everyone
might have it. There is a pathway to it, and the door to it opens up to
me a little more, every time I listen to radio music. I like radio
especially, because everyone else listening to the same station, are in
synchronicity with me, and the door opens a little wider when I listen
to radio music. It puts me more in touch with my ancient predecessors
that I have in common with everyone else, such as Adam and Eve, or
Neanderthal Man.

Anyway, the music I listen to is categorized as upbeat, positive, love
songs; and negative hate music. I am mostly developed in the negative
hate music end, since I've listened almost exclusively to classic rock
music, for years (about 20). I am behind the times, but I'm making way
with more of the upbeat stuff. Every once in awhile, the classic rock
was upbeat, so I have a sporadic saving grace, though.

If I call the two types of audiences, one listening to negative hate
music, the "goats"; and the other, listening to positive love music, the
"sheep"; then the diagram I made at the web page,

http://www.geocities.com/jongiff2000/sandstone_.html

shows the situation. To balance my brain out, I have selected some
station that's a little of both, as a bridge between them. Radio isn't
the only option for synchronicity.

* close your eyes and relax until you can't feel, quiet your mind, and
lie on your back, to be at one with what only silence knows.
* read something that a lot of other people have read, to be at oneness
with the readership.
* listen to music asynchronously with others, to tap into everyone else
who listens to that music.
* center your vision on a lamp flame, to key into the attention anyone
else in history, has given to watching a candle burn.

However, nothing beats just standard communication. These things are
last resorts.

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In the Biogentic Law, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny. Jung's concept
of the Collective Unconscious seems to hint that the animal may be
somewhat networked with other animals through the phylogenetic
component. However, if the component evolves intelligence and is
cultivated and integrated into the society, when the dominant individual
utilizing it dies, it leaves behind a void that could cripple those
under it. A conscious animus in a runaway regression, even down to the
bottom tip of the spinal cord, is the sick individual's ultimate end,
unless some mechanism is employed to halt it. The last of the bathwater
is going down the drain, while at the same time the tub is overflowing.

On a special note on faith, I have relegated a segment of my mind to an
interface with my deity, and have focussed an importance on it, such
that I both speak to it and listen to it, but listen always with a grain
of salt. If it is love, it would never have me behave unseemly, harm
myself, or harm others. I always apply this litmus test. Moreover, as
a voice hearer, my deity is constantly under the seige of identity
theft. When I go to church and listen to the pastor, he may speak like
the pastor and look like the pastor, but with voices, multitudes of them
want to play pastor. My deity may as well be a random thought
generator, split into two general groups through the laws of
thermodynamics applied to thoughts, and my thoughts distilled in a
refinery of my attitutes into some resemblance of intelligence. It's
just my conscience.

Jon

http://www.geocities.com/jongiff2000/index.html