Part Three, Earth
Chapter Sixteen, Existence
The flesh remembers, it never forgets.
The record of our experiences are pounded into our corporeal form, cell by cell.
Our bodies are a living witness to the events that shape us, handing down that narrative from generation to generation in perpetuity.
We are changed by every new experience, each moment of perception is a new thread sewn into the seams of our identity. These are the fibers of the spindle, they are the engrams of memory, protein by protein they are woven into the fabric of our lives.
Our unique and individual experiences are like a tapestry, sewn with precious metals, embroidered with gem-stones, they are an endowment from us, a rich heritage passed on to our descendants.
It is their only lasting inheritance, laid on the table like a convivial feast.
We experience this in our dreaming, when we are transported to places and times that we know we have never been to, never seen, and yet they are as familiar to us as the contents of our own homes. When we talk with strangers as if they were our dearest friends, and see ourselves reflected in a mirror, but we do not recognize our countenance or visage.
The flesh never forgets, it remembers everything.
The Ancient race of spacefarers were bipeds. They stood on two feet just as the humans of Earth would in their time.
The longer the Ancient colonists remained on their journey among the stars, the more they adapted their physiology to the unique exigencies of their vessel. In the case of the group that eventually landed on Earth, they learned to adapt themselves to conditions of near weightlessness.
The conditions of deep space altered the function of their limbs and digits, of their muscles and skeletons.
In anticipation of coming to Earth they began to alter their physiology again, altering it with intention, reconstructing the things that they had lost.
They transformed, as much as they could back to the form that was the closest approximation to what they had originally been.
They prepared once again to stand on two feet.
The interactive relationship between the creature; the animal and its body with its environment determined the spectrum of its consciousness.
Standing against the pull of gravity, under the weight of Earth’s atmosphere, balancing and pivoting on a central axis, walking and dancing, these differentiated human beings from every other creature.
It was with their heads held high and faces lifted to the sun, that the first colonists moved across the surface of their new world.
There were many changes yet to come, augmentations and enhancements for their safety and security.
They knew that they would not be leaving Earth any time soon, they had to prepare themselves to rule it, as the apex species on a planet filled with predators.
They landed under the auspices of a simple rule.
They had to adapt to survive.
Talking was the basis of sharing every advanced idea, and had been since the earliest days of the Ancient People.
Talking was the precursor to writing, and through the written language the secrets of the universe were cracked open.
Talking; the verbal sharing of ideas, feelings, and perceptions, shared through aural communications in waves of sound, listening, hearing in stereo; this mode of transmission is deliberate, slow and luxuriant compared to the speed of light at which visual and digital communications takes place.
The slowness of speech was dumbfounding to the Continuum, many potential Observers were washed out of the program because they could not adjust to this reality.
Neither sound waves, nor light waves could come anywhere close in comparison to the instantaneous transfer of thought in the quantum field.
In the field of quantum entanglement, communication could happen in no-time.
Sound was slow and intimate, the only thing more sensuous was touch.
The sounds of voice are waves crashing through whole body, not just the auditory canal.
To listen to the voice is to listen to the breath, to feel the living intention of the speaker, your dialog partner, adding depth and meaning to every insight they intend to impart.
It is relational, it imparts a sense of belonging.
The embodied voice calls us back to the primordial time before the species knew anything of the stars, when we were just amphibians crying out for company, bellowing peels of warning, singing by the breeding pools in the night.
Bands of light cross the full spectrum, piercing organic lenses from corner to corner.
One-hundred and eighty degrees, light reflecting off every object in the binocular field of vision, light and shadow refracting in a broad array of color, captured through the lens in its rods and cones.
Neuro-receptors in the brain flip the images around, creating the perception of depth by which we determine distance and find our way through the three dimensions of space.
The broad spectrum of vision is vital to the human being, even in its limited range. Other animals see farther, other animals see in a different arc, other animals see more and less color, other animals see in a different spectrum of light.
Some animals have ultra-vision, some have infra vision, specialized optics in relation to the things they hunt and furrow for.
The human eye is powerful, it takes in a wide range of each of those possible fields, coordinating them for great effect.
The human species did not evolve to hunt and gather with its sight, or to favor one sense over any other, neither did the Ancient People from which it sprang.
For the human animal, sight and the other physical senses were merely inputs for the mind. The mind was the vehicle by which the human being stalked its prey, gathered its forage, planted, sewed, and came to the harvest.
The field of vision that the human being possessed was adequate to the task. Coupled with the brain, the healthy eye could discern and interpret images, it could accurately identify objects that it could not clearly see. This was an advantage that no other species on the planet possessed.
The human mind augmented everything.
The brain was split in two. The architecture of the hemispheric brain provided a cognitive override. If the messages from the brain stem flooded the organ with fear, desire, or any other strong feeling, the force of it was divided between the two halves.
This allowed for a fraction of a moment of distance to develop between the individual and the event that generates the feeling. A moment when choice was possible, and the individual could act apart from the coercive effect of the external stimuli.
The human being was split down the middle, left for right and right for left.
It was an organic duality.Cognitive function were split between the two hemispheres as well. Mathematical, categorical, statistical functions to one side of the brain, while the boundary spanning, rule breaking, artistic and unorthodox functions occupied the other half of the brain.
It was symbiosis.
The hemispheres of the brain were not distinct. They were conjoined by a network, a wetwork of fibers, the tiniest of organic structures, not much larger than a chain of protein molecules, and it was electric.
The nano-particles in the neural net allowed each individual to be connected through Earth’s electromagnetic field at the quantum level.
In the quantum field there was all knowledge and the fullness of humanity.
In this cognitive space all human achievements were the property of the whole; every triumph and every tragedy.
The past and the present were one
The human being was one, even in light of its inherent duality.
The human body is water.
Metaphors of fluidity permeate the human consciousness.
The surface of earth is mostly water, and in times of great crises the surface of the waters, and the deep-deep places, were the places where human beings returned to for refuge, safety and sustenance.
Oceans, and lakes, and rivers provided everything
The body needs water, as it needs oxygen to fill the lungs, to fill the blood cells racing through its veins and arteries, coursing into tissues.
There is no greater pain than thirst, and the unquenched desire is the thirst that leads to death.
Metaphors linking dryness to anguish, to pain and suffering fill the human imagination.
To thirst is to know that the end is near.
Thirst will drive the average person mad with the knowledge that death is approaching and the end of the body is at hand.
When thirst is great enough, a person will turn to any source of liquid, even liquids they know to be poisoned, in order to slake it.
Thirst is a drive. It is the greatest motivator, greater than hunger, greater than joy.
The thirsty person will do anything, sacrifice anything.
Thirst will cause a person to give up what they hold sacred, even their own identity.
The whole body is a cognitive organ, not just the brain, the cerebellum, or the cerebral cortex.
The body senses and it remembers.
The body writes memory into the genetic code of the individual, in sequences of peptides and amino acids. It writes them into the DNA.
We pass those memories onto our offspring.
We are born with the knowledge of our ancestors built onto the fabric of our being.
The whole being is contained in the tiniest part, in the nucleus of every cell. It pushes us forward, it is a chemical drive feeding the quantum field of creativity, a neural net rooted in organic chemistry.
It is a constant interchange of the analog with the digital.
We are a duality.
Just as the human being processes external stimuli through the brain, where chemical sequences are translated into electrical signals, in a tightly choreographed exchange that take place a billions of times per second. So does the human being function as a small piece of the larger-cynergenic world.
Every human being is an organic node. An individual interfacing with the quantum field that comprises the whole.
We experience these dualities within ourselves; individual experience and inherited experience, individual mind and collective mind.
We experience these dualities, but we do so on the unconscious level, very few people ever become aware of the greater reality that they are a part of.
It is on this dual framework that we launch ourselves into the full realization of who we are.
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Chapter Sixteen, Existence
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