Reality ain’t what it seems, and even science knows it now

Here is a very instructive analogy

“There’s a metaphor that’s only been available to us in the past 30 or 40 years, and that’s the desktop interface. Suppose there’s a blue rectangular icon on the lower right corner of your computer’s desktop — does that mean that the file itself is blue and rectangular and lives in the lower right corner of your computer? Of course not. But those are the only things that can be asserted about anything on the desktop — it has color, position, and shape. Those are the only categories available to you, and yet none of them are true about the file itself or anything in the computer. They couldn’t possibly be true. That’s an interesting thing. You could not form a true description of the innards of the computer if your entire view of reality was confined to the desktop. And yet the desktop is useful. That blue rectangular icon guides my behavior, and it hides a complex reality that I don’t need to know. That’s the key idea. Evolution has shaped us with perceptions that allow us to survive. They guide adaptive behaviors. But part of that involves hiding from us the stuff we don’t need to know. And that’s pretty much all of reality, whatever reality might be. If you had to spend all that time figuring it out, the tiger would eat you.”

https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2016/04/the-illusion-of-reality/479559/?utm_source=fbb

Notice, though, that if, throughout this article, you substitute the word “God” for “evolution” the meaning is unchanged. And that’s my objection to the way people think of evolution. They silently turn a concept into God. Is this good science? Or is it merely a way of talking about God without losing your official materialist credentials?

 

Could depression be an allergenic reaction?

Thinking about so many people who have suffered lifelong depression: Hemingway, Lincoln, Churchill, make your own list, and then look around at your own family and friends, if not closer to home. Not conclusive, of course, but suggestive.

http://www.schwartzreport.net/depression-actually-nothing-allergic-reaction/?utm_source=Stephan+Schwartz%27s+Email+List&utm_campaign=a0633c87ac-SR_Daily_Digest_2016&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_0eb25d4404-a0633c87ac-221392153

JFK, 100 years old and still going strong

My column for Central Virginia’s The Echo World for May, 2017, noting that May 29th was the 100th anniversary of John F. Kennedy’s birth.

JFK, 100 years old and still going strong

By Frank DeMarco

In communicating with the non-physical, you need to give up the idea of certainty. Who are you talking to, really? The person you envision? An imposter? A figment of your imagination? Certainty is for know-it-alls, not for the rest of us.

In these communications, we always have to bear in mind that our own ideas may contaminate the message. (For instance, the scripture quoted below was not used in JFK’s undelivered Fort Worth speech, but elsewhere.) That’s just the kind of thing that happens. Every so often, we’re going to get it wrong. We can only do our best.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

6:15 a.m. For my article for Echo I wanted to write something about John F. Kennedy, in recognition of his 100th birthday. I awoke thinking, use one of my old communications with him from 2006 or whenever it was – then I thought, what’s wrong with talking to him today if possible? And that had suspicious fingerprints on it, as if others had had it in mind, and I had only just caught on. Well, we’ll see.

Mr. President, if you had something to say to us about your life, or about our situation today, or anything at all, what would it be?

Keeping in mind that this may not be me, really.

I’m smiling, but it is always a feature of this kind of communication. I can only proceed on faith but not without skepticism, or anyway caution.

Yes, a familiar state of mind. That was me, too. There aren’t all that many things in the world that are as cut and dried as they appear.

As I look at your life, it seems a miracle of perseverance against impossible odds. Not just your political career but your lifelong battle for life itself, and for health, and for the active life that others take for granted but that you had to struggle for.

It is easier to be competitive when your whole life is a competition for health, only you have to refuse to define yourself as sick, or crippled. But if you think you may have only so many days of life, and you want to excel, and you can’t stand being bored, competition isn’t an effort so much as a redirection of effort that would be expended anyway. Fortunately, my father didn’t believe in babying, and he didn’t believe in second place, and he was as interested in his children’s lives as in his own. It made my life possible.

I have thought that your father’s wealth may have had the unfortunate side-effect of making you a guinea pig for the Mayo Clinic and other high-priced research medical places.

It was a demonstration of what money can provide in the form of opportunities. I didn’t forget that later as we thought about social problems. But yes, in a way an undiagnosed illness or set of illnesses is a great temptation to well-meaning and perhaps misguided doctors to try this or that and see what happens.

So, any words for us today, in 2017, on the life that began in 1917?

Everything changes, but human nature doesn’t change. That’s why we look to the arts as well as the sciences. Science tells us what the world looks like, and it can bring us greater insight into the meaning behind the appearance, but it is the arts, the inner sciences, that tell us who we are among changing circumstances.

Every generation’s challenges are unique, because the world around them is new. But every generation still contains the blood of its ancestors, and the habits of mind and the passions that impel them. There’s no need to stay in the same place when you were born to venture out into the seas. But it is foolhardy to travel the seas without compass, or radio, or chart, unless absolutely necessary.

No words about our present situation?

Everyone’s challenges are their challenges. You can’t fix someone else’s life, you can only provide the help they can use. The rest is up to them. In the same way, those of us who loved our country love it no less from our new perspective, but we see wider ramifications, perhaps more extensive threads connecting this and that manifestation, this and that line of cause and effect, say.

The scriptural reminder I intended to use on the day I was killed remains true, and remains appropriate and to the point:

Be strong and of good courage,

Be not afraid.

Neither be dismayed.

Thank you for this, and for the gift that your life was to us. I trust you found it satisfying in retrospect.

I still wish I had had more good times!

Smiling. As your press conferences used to end, I’ll say, “Thank you, Mr. President.”

Frank DeMarco is the author of many books on communication with those in the Non-3D world. He writes a blog, www.ofmyownknowledge.com.

 

Hemingway and Star Trek

While doing some research (digging around my own past communications!) for a novel I’m finishing that I call Papa’s Trial, I came across this entry, which I think should be of interest. As always, grafs in itals are me speaking, grafs in Roman are the person I’m talking to, in this case Hemingway. A background assumptions: that which is in my mind is in the temporary joint mind we communicate with. (Hence, Hemingway is able to watch me watch Star Trek videos.)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

6:30 AM. Not feeling so hot. A combination of too much Star Trek, too late going to bed, too much uneasy breathing, apprehension over the talk I have to give this morning, and general symptoms that so often accompany a sudden cold snap, such as came in with rain last night. Not the best background for communication, perhaps. I was up at six, decided to go back to bed, and here I am half an hour later. Just to preserve continuity? For I don’t feel like much. And yet, as I told my brother Paul, I wind up feeling better as I work, so why not?

How about it, Ernest? Is that how it was for you?

It’s true, work provides continuity. At the most elementary level, just the need to get up and go pushes you to do that rather than to declare yourself out of action. But of course illness comes with a reason, and so you overlook or ignore it at your own risk. If I thought I was coming down with something, I took to my bed and stayed there until I figured the coast was clear.

But you were afraid of drowning in mucus, I gather.

Well — probably I never would have seen the difference consciously — at least, I don’t remember being aware of it — but I put illness and injury into very distinct categories. An injury was one thing. You tried to avoid them, and you cleaned up after them, but they didn’t pose a continual threat. Illness was harder to prevent, and could be harder to deal with, because your body was working against you, or that’s what it felt like. It deprived you of a place to stand, where if you’d gotten injured, the uninjured rest of you could work together to recoup. That doesn’t say it very well.

Maybe because I got distracted by seeing that “very” — which I don’t associate with Hemingway.

There’s writing and there’s speaking, and if you don’t get to revise, and pare down, and select and say it again starting from scratch if need be, it’s speaking even if you’re doing it with a pen — and in somebody else’s hand, at that.

Of course. And it’s coming through my mind, of course. I’ve noticed that sometimes one or the other will seem to get stuck on some verbal tic — like “oh-so-” the other day — and before I’m through both will be doing it.

It’s a side effect of minds in resonance. Don’t worry about it. That’s just one more thing to worry about that gets in the way of doing the work of communicating. And it is work, to communicate, regardless how pleasant you may find it.

Interesting

You keep watching those Star Trek videos and you’ll be saying “fascinating” all the time.

No doubt. While we’re on the subject, what do you think of them?

They were television, and I never cared much for television, though I must say it is better without commercials interrupting it all the time. But it’s still TV in TVs constricting format. An introductory sequence to get your interest, then three or four longer more or less same-sized segments each ending with a dramatic situation designed to prevent you from turning to another channel during the commercials, then a coda like the introduction, not only to wrap up the situation’s loose ends but to leave the watcher feeling good so you’ll want to watch again next time. It’s hard not to be distracted by the constraints of the format. Scott [Fitzgerald] could have written for television. He would have been pretty good at it.

And you?

I could have provided the basis for specials, and Hotchner could have done the adaptations, just as we did do. I couldn’t have worked to order like that. Besides, they wouldn’t have wanted anything real that I could have given them, and anything they would have wanted, I wouldn’t have been able to give them except by whoring. Faulkner could have written for TV too. Anybody who could write for the movies could write for TV. I couldn’t. Too much like grinding out sausages, especially if the sausage has to look good regardless of tasting good.

So what about the Star Trek universe?

You’re coming to them backwards, so I am too. You know the movies, so I know what you know. You never watched the TV show, so it’s all seen in retrospect by you, hence by me. (It would be a different experience, my watching it through someone else’s mind.) So, like you, I see these young skeletally thin actors through the lens of the older, bulkier actors they would become. So we know something they don’t know. We also know of the success after failure of the whole Star Trek concept; we know the interaction and growth of the characters and the increased complexity of the storylines and messages and yet we are seeing them when they didn’t know it themselves. But their non-physical selves did! You see?

That’s how we live our lives.

There’s a continual interaction between physical, living each moment of time, and the non-physical, aware of the overall pattern in ways the individual in the moment can never have the data to share — yet the non-physical will help to physical to greater awareness if that’s part of the pattern. It is in this sense that you can talk about “planning” your lives. Everything people have said about the non-physical patterning of your lives is true from a certain direction — and that direction must come with an awareness of the effects of a different continuing experience of time and the effects of time.

I see it. So — the characters and plots?

Perhaps you can see that the very compromises that made it commercial also compromised the message and made it that much less able to do what it tried to do. Enforcing peace is like spreading non-violence by winning fistfights or laser-gun battles. It’s like the flaw in the premise you saw in “The Day The Earth Stood Still.” The galaxy wants peace so much that it reserves for itself the right to annihilate men, women, children, animals, plants — the whole planet — if they decide that man’s violence is going to spread to the rest of the reality. But they don’t enforce quarantine, or use any intermediate form of policing (which in itself would recognize that peace, like war, is contained within at least potential violence) — they just threaten to kill everybody.

But if a film or if television shows had attempted to dig deeper into the paradox without finding scapegoats such as madmen or villains, the result would have been looked on as theoretical or unrealistic or even as polemical. It is very hard for an artist to get beyond the bounds of the commonly accepted and experienced reality. It’s 20 times as hard — maybe 1,000 times as hard — to get beyond those bounds in teamwork — and what are script-writing teams but attempts to do together what is best done individually, except that the medium makes it impossible.

I see some pretty heavy-handed messages tailored in the early days of the Vietnam War.

Early days in retrospect. But 1968 was after all in the third year of massive involvement. It didn’t seem “early days” to you, did it?

No, that’s true. I was forgetting.

Only in “the future” could certain disturbing messages be even hinted at; and they had to come wrapped in the form of conflict that was accepted as being dramatic. I’d say it was a contribution of Star Trek to substitute intellectual confrontation for violence sometimes, and that wedge — mostly inserted via the logical character of Spock — was as subversive as anything else they attempted.

No point in analyzing the characters, although I gather I’m going to be seeing quite a lot of them.

About 79 or 80 episodes all told, I think. They certainly produce a different mental “feel” than reading your work.

Thank you.

I’m smiling too. But seriously, there is a difference and I don’t think it is only film versus book.

It isn’t only that, but you are out of time.

Yes, I did better than I thought we might do. And I have to leave in about an hour to do my presentation about talking to the other side.

Too bad you didn’t pick a subject you know something about.

After my talk I’ll probably just want to watch more Star Trek.

And that is called nemesis. You’ll wind up subscribing to satellite TV, if you aren’t careful.

All right. I can hear it as a joke, and I suppose our listeners can too. Later.

 

 

The aliens among us

My April 2017 column for The Echo

Thinking about the aliens among us

By Frank DeMarco

Did you ever stop to think about the fact that we live among alien lifeforms?

I don’t mean extra-terrestrials. (Not even some of the people who post on Facebook.) I mean non-human lifeforms, as native to this planet as we are, and as different from us as could be.

Your mind might go first to the animals around us, but they are more like relatives. As different as we appear to be, I gather that the differences in our genetics are actually very few. A few percent of the genome, if I understand correctly. Of course, some people find it too much of a stretch to think of animals as relatives. Supposedly there is a great dividing line between ourselves and what used to be called dumb animals. The problem is, the more closely people look for that dividing line, the harder it is to find one.

Language? Who hasn’t heard of the apes who have learned American Sign Language – and taught it to their children! Tool-using? A YouTube video shows a crow using not one stick but two different sticks in succession as it figures out a complicated problem investigators had set. And so forth. If there is a line that separates humans and other animals, it’s difficult to see what it is. Anyone with pets has seen behavior that seems inexplicable if it is not self-awareness.

But beyond our fellow animals, let’s look at plants. When I was a boy it was assumed that plants “obviously” had no consciousness, only a set of reaction-patterns, responding to the presence or absence of light or heat or moisture. But many decades ago, Cleve Backster demonstrated that plants seemed to have emotional responses to threats; that they could divine hostile intentions; that they apparently could learn the difference between a real threat and a sham. In fact, apparently they could detect and react to human thought. Today it is known that plants also exchange information via their root structures, even that they engage in a form of chemical warfare.

Plants, let’s face it, live lives as mysterious as any extraterrestrial. Having no eyes, no ears, they live without vision or hearing. They can feel the sun and move toward it, clearly. But they can’t see it; they can’t see anything. They undoubtedly feel vibrations, but I don’t see how they could hear sounds in the way we do. These two differences alone make their world radically different from the world we know.

Now stretch it a little more – well, a lot more. What if everything we know is conscious? Rocks, clouds, water, air, synthetic fibers, radioactive waste? What kind of consciousness could matter have that had not only no brain, but no nervous system, no organs of perception, no defined boundaries? At first glance, impossible.

There is a way of seeing things, though, that not makes consciousness among seemingly inert matter not only conceivable, but probable; not only probable but inevitable. And that way of seeing things is the assumption that the world is made up not of matter and energy but of consciousness.

Quantum physicists have become convinced that the world is made of thought rather than things. This is not the place to go into the reasons why, even if I were competent to do so. But as long ago as 1930, English theoretical physicist Sir James Jeans said that increasingly, the universe seemed to him not a great machine but a great thought. He wasn’t speaking in metaphor. It was as close as words could come to expressing the mathematical relationships he lived among.

Now assume for the moment that all the world is made of consciousness. In such case, the fact that consciousness exists is no longer a mystery. Instead, it would be a mystery if any of the building blocks of that thought / world lacked consciousness. But different forms of life would have different forms of consciousness shaped to their circumstances. Your cat, sleeping on the rug, has no ability to speak but it makes its needs known, and it recognizes many words and even ideas. The tree swaying in the breeze has no eyes to see the sun that shines on it, no ears to hear the rustling of its own leaves. They live in different worlds. Nonetheless, they live.

English poet William Blake once wrote:

“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”

How do we know but that the iron in the earth, and the earth itself, and the fire that smelts it and the water that quenches the fire all have specific modes of consciousness.

Animal, vegetable, mineral: Alien life-forms made of thought, sharing with us a world made, like them, like us, of thought.