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MRI, i am, i are

bbc had a piece on how MRIs can be used to, at present, read someone's mind, a bit, to see some basic things, such as a piece of math they've solved, or whether they're looking at a particular pattern. now, if the MRI shows a certain pattern when the thought is present, who's to say this is not the core of what might be called telepathy, or 'getting the feeling someone is thinking about me'. too often, the phone rings and you know who's calling, without caller ID, without expecting them. of course, it has been said, this can't be proved, therefore it's not science. actually, it's merely unknown science; we don't know how it works, but we can observe it. uh oh, Schrodinger's Cat! that will be another posting. but if our puny machines can read enough info via MRI so we might discern at least if someone is looking at a face instead of a circle, then might it be possible that these patterns could be "read" by someone else, without

gravity, the weak force

sometimes when putting my first son to bed, i'd talk him thru a deep relax, much as my father had done, somehow being a really cool and enlightened thing to do, that is, for my father, as he had the whole idea quite well in mind, the relaxing of the face, the eyes, the muscles, one limb and area at a time, and only later i came to realize how beautiful my father's enlightenment was, as he was unaware of it, maybe the best type of all. when talking relaxation to my number one son, i'd get to a point where i'd mention for him to relax into the pillow, into the bed, as the gravity was holding him, he didn't have to do anything, just let go of every muscle, and feel each breath's exhale allow him to sink a little deeper, and it was, as if, he were resting in God's hand, an extension of the entire universe completely centered around him, for him to sink into, and since we always viewed the creator to be the universe itself, then the creator was right here, and we

a brief moment of what seems to be full integration

it happened whilst holding my newborn son, something akin to looking at that Hubble picture of the 'eye of God' galaxy or some such far flung collection, but much more intense. unless you've held your newborn, you can't have this feeling, although you can have a brief brush with it. something behind the eyes, so unwavering, i think of the astonishing collection of colors and pixels the newborn sees, with no frame of reference, and recall having a moment like that years ago while following tim leary's path for one amazing day. once the door is opened, that's it, just one Huxley passage over the threshold and you have that available forever. any further trips are really just some playing with yourself unnecessarily. and that feeling was from the dark wide pupils of my newborn son, unwavering, taking in all and not understanding, just being, taking me in so completely it produced a rush in my spine extending to every single cell. he just kept looking, taking in.