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Thanks for giving. ...

Thanks for giving. This day is ironic that we celebrate Thanksgiving, --my favorite holiday-- because the original day has been traditionally told to have been rejoined with the Native Americans, the First Nation, who brought material to share with the Pilgrams. Now we celebrate that day which happened before we decided to kill nearly all of them. 

clear windshield

for me, it seems to happen a bit too unpredictably. that moment where everything is very clear, very centered, and it seems the vessel is empty, that i'm ok with everything, no matter what might happen at that instant, or the next, it would just be what it was. the great iAm. on salon.com someone wrote about that moment as being a 'clear windshield' moment, an analog to the time you really washed it and got in to drive on a day of pure blue sky --pilots call it Severe Clear-- and you had that wow this is great it's like the glass isn't even there. for me, it seems to happen a bit too unpredictably.

hierarchy of gifts

maslow laid out a hierarchy of needs it's been a long path for me to arrive at a hierarchy of gifts something we have and can give, by using them however, my hierarchical arrangement is not a typical one; each level does not necessarily depend on the ones below. instead, each level is, i propose, more beneficial, than the one below. i'll discuss these points in another post. here's the list, with the top being the most powerful, beneficial, and advanced. intuition wisdom imagination knowledge understanding

schrodinger's cat in montesorri school

don't look.  maria <montessori> taught this in her school, to her teachers, to not observe the child as they did their work. she knew, from experience as a child, you could feel someone watching you, and that you'd eventually look around and catch their eye.   then you didn't do the work the same way. being observed changes the behaviors. schrodinger postulated there was no way to observe without changing the result, especially the smaller things in this universe. bohr went further, maybe, and said all was merely shifting probabilities, and that possibly, observing them was what made things move to the next set of probabilities.

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.