Do you ever glance at the clock and see the same numbers over and over again?
At night when I get up from whatever I’m doing, and it varies nightly, I go into my bedroom and the clock reads 11:11 PM. And today after a long phone call with a friend I sat down to write and noted my start time. You guessed it! 11:11am. On top of that I have been waking up at 3:33am and 4:44am consistently for the last two weeks. It seems I have fallen into the land of multiples.
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
Writing blog posts every couple of weeks for numerologist.com has definitely made me more aware of numbers but they have always been prevalent in my life. For example, while some people remember faces and names, I remember phone numbers, even ones I haven’t called in thirty years.
I am just attuned to the mathematical energy of the universe and the universe is a beautifully balanced mathematical creation. And I believe that is why I often get messages through numbers. Spirit knows I will notice them.
For the numbers I have been seeing the last two weeks I have my own associations with what they might mean.
11:11 – PORTAL TO SPIRIT & NEW BEGINNINGS
To me, 11:11 is a very mystical number with lots of portals to spirit and new beginnings. And it feels like confirmation from spirit that each of us is a unique bright light.
4:44 – ANGELS IN YOUR PRESENCE
Then 4:44 has always meant the presence of angels to me. This week I have been working on preparation for an angel prayer circle I am holding at a local spiritual center. So I have been getting a lot of 4:44s on the clock right now. The angels are helping me to create exactly the experience needed for the event.
3:33 – CREATIVITY ABOUNDS
And 3:33 speaks to me of creativity. My birth and life path number is a 3 and so 333 is keeping me on track and letting me know that I have the spiritual support I need as I make changes. Everything in our universe is energy – absolutely everything.
So I know that numbers may be talking to you as well.
IF THEY ARE, WHAT MIGHT THEY BE SAYING?
Here’s something you can try each day to better understand the vibration of numbers and what they are communicating to you:
Recognize that you most likely already have an affinity for certain numbers. When I was a child I absolutely LOVED the numbers 7 and 17 and when I went to the local church fair I would play those numbers and always win. One year I even won a bicycle and I told my mother before the drawing that I just knew I was going to win that bike. So pay attention to the numbers that naturally feel good to you. They belong to you in some way so call on them any time you want.
Meditate for a few minutes and ask your guides and angels to send you a number message of love. Then just pay attention and jot down any repetitive numbers you keep seeing for the next few days. Regardless of what the books might say those numbers mean, for you they will be reminders that you are loved.
Notice if you often see your birth date (on the clock, in phone numbers, lottery winning numbers and even on license plates). This can be a wink from the universe asking you to pay attention – to remember who you are and why you are here. So if you are distracted answering tons of emails and suddenly you see your birth date, slow down and pay attention. Often spirit uses numbers to snap us out of habitual behaviors that have us not present to our surroundings.
If you are like me, you might not pay attention to the message right away. When I do that my numbers nag me until I take action on the message I am being given. It’s hard to ignore something when every time you open your eyes; you see the same message again and again.
So I invite you to play with the vibration of numbers.
Pay attention to the numbers you see. Notice if you catch a repetitive pattern. If you do then your numbers are talking to you.
Find out what they are trying to say – you may be surprised how much they have to tell you!
If you really want to go deep, check out Marty Leeds.
The film is adapted by a book by Sci-fi writer Ted Chiang who also wrote a book called ‘Hell is the Absence of God’. The movie is about a linguist who attempts to communicate with aliens through their symbolic language. According to thousands of testimonies from people who have had contact, communication with other beings is mostly done through telepathy. There are also many people who channel alien writing or glyphs from angels and other non-physical beings through automatic writing. However, most of them have no idea what these writings mean.
Contact is one seriously hot topic. According to mainstream media outlets we continue to search for alien life yet thousands of cases of contact with individuals have been documented since the dawn of civilization. For years people via the internet have been prophesying “contact” as the mainstream understands it, will happen in the form of a false flag. Many believe official group contact will not happen until at least half the planet has raised their consciousness (and we are nowhere near the tipping point). Check out James Gilliand’s excellent presentation on the subject.
Apparently there are even leaked documents that suggest Hillary will use a fake alien invasion to save her campaign. Plenty of Americans have no idea how corrupt the Clintons are, therefore, I think its a little too early for that kind of desperation.
The film received 100% on Rotten Tomatoes from early reviewers. Still, I’m always a little skeptical of the purpose of films about group ‘contact’, especially since most hollywood films are often used as some form of propaganda.
ALL EYEZ ON ME
This film is about Tupac Shakur who was most likely assassinated by the CIA (like many activist/artists throughout history). His mother’s character, Afeni Shakur who was certainly “tapped in” appears in the film. She acted as her own criminal defense attorney after being accused of participating in bombings as a member of the Panther 21. His step-aunt and godmother, Assata Shakur is the legendary figure within the Black Panther Party and the Black Liberation Army who now lives in Cuba, where she has political asylum. Assata was convicted May 2, 1973, of killing of a New Jersey state trooper during a shootout that left one of her fellow activists dead. She was shot twice by police during the incident and has long proclaimed her innocence. Tupac’s family probably told him at very early age what was really going on behind the scenes which he wrote about in his songs.
Both of these films were made by people most likely also tapped into the 11:11 phenomenon. Numbers and numerology prove that the unseen has the power to connect millions of people all over the world, not only to the metaphysical realms but to themselves and communities that are awakened.
Let me know what you think of these films in the comments below.
Of all the superhero movies that came out or are about to come out this year, Marvel’s Doctor Strange is somewhat of a dark horse in the race for comic book film supremacy. While many casual and dedicated movie fans are still caught up with Deadpool’s breaking of the fourth wall, Batman v Superman’s polarizing effects, and DC’s underwhelming Suicide Squad, the upcoming Benedict Cumberbatch-starring picture flies under the radar.
By the looks of Doctor Strange’s first trailer, it seems like Marvel and director Scott Derrickson are laser focused on the task at hand. The whole Marvel Cinematic Universe landscape, in a way, is headed to new dimensions of reality, teetering the lines of quantum theory and metaphysics. Derrickson delves into this in detail by highlighting Strange’s fascination with anywhere from magic and supernatural powers, to alternate dimensions and scientific-defying explanations. In short, the forthcoming movie plays with the different perceptions of reality.
On the surface, Marvel has long been exploring every area or topic known to man. If they’re not bending the laws of realism, the comic book giants are leaving their mark on other popular media ventures. For one, the company has successful video game titles such as The Punisher, Spiderman, and the LEGO Marvel Super Heroes franchise. They even penetrated , which is being hosted on the . The aforementioned company initiated a change from offering table games their player base when they realised the immense popularity the Marvel brand could bring to their online operations, thus incorporating more pop culture referenced games to its roster.
All in all, this mirrors and takes advantage of the world of possibilities for Marvel – more so when it comes to on-screen narratives.
For Doctor Strange, the key is to successfully introduce the audience – casual and diehard comic book fans alike – to a new kind of storytelling, one that involves various branches of science and the supernatural. The likes of Deadpool, Spiderman, as well as the bevy of DC favorites have enjoyed mainstream commercial film success because they’ve been easily recognizable for quite some time now. Many of today’s modern storytellers, film directors, and bigwig producers explore different areas of each character’s psyche to offer a fresh take on these classics. It’s also why, for instance, Netflix’s Daredevil series is better received (critically) than its older film counterpart.
Indeed, it’ll be a tall order for Scott Derrickson to translate Marvel’s box office achievement into a relatively unknown (to many) character like Doctor Strange. However, if Derrickson, along with the upcoming movie’s actors and crew, find an effective way of familiarizing the audience to the character’s metaphysical storyline and features, then the future looks bright for future tie-ups and sequels. Here’s to hoping for Doctor Strange’s success – whether in films, or comic books, or possible video game adaptations.
It’s called magnetoreception, and it refers to the ability to perceive magnetic fields. Several animals use it to find their way over long distances by aligning themselves with the Earth’s magnetic field. Sea turtles. honeybees, spiny lobsters, dolphins, migratory birds, and more all have a magnetic compass which allows them to use the information that’s coded into magnetic fields. We know little beyond that, however. How they use them, how they sense them, and what information they are getting from them remains up for speculation. For all we know, these magnetic fields could be used for much more than navigation for certain species.
According to Joe Kirschvink, the geophysicist at the California Institute of Technology who is currently testing humans for a magnetic sense, “it’s part of our evolutionary history. Magnetoreception may be the primal sense.” (source)
A recent study published by Kirschvink in the journal Nature Communications suggests that a protein in the human retina, when placed into fruit flies, has the ability to detect magnetic fields. The research claims that it can serve as a magneto sensor, but whether or not humans actually use it in this way is unknown.
“It poses the question, ‘maybe we should rethink about this sixth sense,‘” University of Massachusetts Medical School researcher Steven Reppert told LiveScience. “It is thought to be very important for how animals migrate. Perhaps this protein is also fulfilling an important function for sensing magnetic fields in humans.”
In one of Kirschvink’s recent experiment, a rotating magnetic field was passed through study participants while their brainwaves were measured. He discovered that when the magnetic field was rotated counterclockwise, certain neutrons responded to this change which, in turn, generated a spike in electrical activity. This suggests a possible magnetic sense in humans.
Yet multiple questions still remain. For example, was this neural activity evidence of a magnetic sense or something else? Even if the human brain responds to these fields in some way, that doesn’t mean that information is being processed by the brain. There is still the question of what mechanisms are in place within the brain or body that receive these signals. If the body does indeed have magneto receptors, where are they? The next step for researchers is to identify them.
Kirschvink’s study is one of many publications delving into the mysteries of magnetic fields and what impact they have on human beings. The leaders in this area of research will most likely be found at the HeartMath institute. An internationally recognized nonprofit research and education organization dedicated to helping people reduce stress, self-regulate emotions, and build energy and resilience for healthy, happy lives, HeartMath tools, technology, and training teach people to rely on the intelligence of their hearts in concert with that of their minds at home, school, work, and play.
Researchers at HeartMath have begun what’s called the The Global Coherence Initiative (GCI), an international cooperative effort to help activate the heart of humanity and facilitate a shift in global consciousness. It aims primarily to invite people to participate by actively adding more heart-coherent love, care, and compassion into the planetary field. The second focus is scientific research into how we are all energetically connected with each other and the planet, and how we can utilize this interconnectivity to raise our personal vibration and thereby help create a better world.
The hypotheses of the researchers and scientists behind this project are as follows:
The Earth’s magnetic field is a carrier of biologically relevant information that connects all living systems
Every person affects this global information field
Collective human consciousness affects the global information field. Therefore, large numbers of people creating heart-centered states of care, love and compassion will generate a more coherent field environment that can benefit others and help offset the current planetary discord and incoherence
There is a feedback loop between human beings and Earth’s energetic/magnetic systems
The Earth has several sources of magnetic fields that affect us all. Two of them are the geomagnetic field that emanates from the core of the Earth and the fields that exist between Earth and the ionosphere. These fields surround the entire planet and act as protective shields blocking out the harmful effects of solar radiation, cosmic rays, sand, and other forms of space weather. Without these fields, ice as we know it could not exist on Earth. They are part of the dynamic ecosystem of our planet.
Other Evidence That Humans Can Sense These Fields
These energetic fields are known to scientists, and the notion that solar activity and the rhythms taking place on Earth’s magnetic fields have an impact on health and behaviour has been firmly established in scientific literature. (source)(source)
Scientific literature is also clear on the fact that several physiological rhythms and global collective behaviours are not only synchronized with solar and geomagnetic activity, but also that disruptions in these fields can create adverse effects on human health and behaviour
When the Earth’s magnetic field environment is distributed it can cause sleep problems, mental confusion, usual lack of energy or a feeling of being on edge or overwhelmed for no apparent reason. At other times, when the Earth’s fields are stable and certain measures of solar activity are increased, people report increased positive feelings and more creativity and inspiration. This is likely due to a coupling between the human brain, cardiovascular and nervous system with resonating geomagnetic frequencies. (source)(source)(source)
The Earth and ionosphere generate frequencies that range from 0.01 hertz to 300 hertz, some of which are in the exact same frequency range as the one happening in our brain, cardiovascular system, and autonomic nervous system. This offers one way to explain how fluctuations in the Earth’s and Sun’s magnetic fields can influence us. Changes in these fields have also been shown to affect our brainwaves, heart rhythms, memory, athletics performance, and overall health.
Changes in the Earth’s fields from extreme solar activity have been linked to some of humanity’s greatest creations of art, as well as some of its most tragic events. (source)
We know how these fields affect us, but what about how we affect these fields? That’s the real question here. GCI scientists believe that because brain wave and heart rhythm frequencies overlap the Earth’s field resonance, we are not just receivers of biologically relevant information, but also senders of it. We feed information into the global field, thus creating a feedback loop with the Earth’s magnetic fields.
Human emotions and consciousness interact with and encode information into the geomagnetic field and this information is distributed globally… . We are suggesting in essence that this encoded information is communicated nonlocally between people at a subconscious level, in effect linking all living systems. Magnetic fields act as carrier waves for this information, which can influence all living systems – positively or negatively – within the field environment as well as our collective consciousness.
If we look at the heart, for example, it emits electromagnetic fields which change according to our emotions, and these can actually be measured up to several feet away from the human body.
This research on this topic, which is still in its infancy, has immense ramifications for our world. It will further prove and highlight the great extent to which our attitudes, emotions, and intentions matter, and that these factors within the realm of non-material science can affect all life on Earth. Coherent, cooperative intention could impact global events and improve the quality of life on Earth. Practicing love, gratitude, and appreciation, as well as bettering ourselves as individuals, are some of the many crucial action steps towards changing our planet for the better.
To what extent are we using our full potential? We can consider this question as an individual, as a city, or even at a wider human level. I was intrigued to recently read an obituary for the former astronaut Edgar Mitchell, the sixth man to walk on the moon, who pondered this question after an epiphany in space. Apparently whilst looking down at the Earth he saw it as a planet in a critical condition, marked by “deeper and deeper crises”. What was most intriguing is what he attributed this to. He highlighted “the need for a radical change in our culture”. He added, “I knew we were replete with untapped intuitive and psychic forces that Western society had programmed us to disregard”.
I was especially struck by Mitchell’s declaration as I had reached exactly the same conclusion based on my work for 35 years as a psychotherapist. That was my main motivation for writing a book about synchronicity. In Western society we are plagued by an overemphasis on rationality to the exclusion of using our deeper intuition. Academics often seem crippled by this bent. Even the field of positive psychology, in its quest for scientific respectability, has been very slow to explore a spiritual or transpersonal dimension in life despite its obvious importance to many people. Our reticence to explore things that challenge our understanding is extraordinarily self-limiting. We greatly limit our potential when we refuse to explore human capacities that cannot be readily explained by logic and reason.
I was further reminded of this when recently invited to be a guest speaker at the Australian premiere of the film Time is Art: Synchronicity and the Collective Dream. Over 300 people attended, quite a number of whom identified themselves to me as being psychics or spirit mediums. It was refreshing to hear of their ease at relating such abilities. Spirit mediums are often thought to be quacks or charlatans. This following story might challenge such views.
One fellow, whose day job is erecting tennis court fences, described how he further developed his powers as a medium after two near death experiences when he encountered the commonly described bright white light. Some time later, whilst putting in a fence for a customer, he tactfully checked whether the lady might be open to a message from beyond. She was skeptical about an afterlife, but remained a bit curious. He informed her that someone who was deceased wanted to convey a message to her about a white silk scarf. The lady immediately broke down, but wanted to hear more. Apparently a relative had repeatedly asked her for a white silk scarf, but she had refused to part with it – it was the final thing she resolutely held on to following her mother’s death some years earlier. The fellow suggested that her mother was trying to say it was time for her to let go of the scarf. She did so, and it helped her resolve her grief. She subsequently thanked the man for changing her life for the better. This is just one example of how we might underestimate our potential for a deeper intuitive awareness, and what I call “the power of supra-rational thinking”. At least we can remain open to the possibility. To dismiss the possibility of people having genuine psychic abilities, merely because this does not fit our preconceived ideas, is to abandon a scientific attitude.
Chris Mackey is author of the recently released Synchronicity: Empower your life with the gift of coincidence. The book’s website is at Synchronicityunwrapped.com.au
“Evolution has evolved its own evolvability with the arrival of… Us!” – Jason Silva
Here’s what I know about the Noosphere: I know there is a concept that imagines human beings in an active state of evolution, not an evolution of form, but an evolution of consciousness. The concept suggests that mankind is unfinished, that he has farther to go in his mental status. Our species is in line for an awakening, an advancement in the main nexus of awareness that goes beyond our material and temporal habits of thought during the last few thousand years.
Since I’m part of that nexus, it’s hard to imagine what such a transformation might look like, or how it might feel, or just what it means to experience a change of consciousness from what has been the norm of my culture for all of recorded history. But I’m game to give it a try.
For starters, what’s a noosphere? It’s best described as a layer of collective human intelligence that is part of the planet Earth, like an atmosphere, only it’s mental. Noos comes from the Greek, it means mind. It’s a concept that first appeared in the early ferment of the 20th century. There was a lot of intellectual activity at that time. That’s when Einstein offered a description of reality that ushered in the era of the modern mind, a mind that was forced to consider mind expanding concepts like the speed of light, or the quantum nature of reality, or the size of an atom, or the age of mankind. The idea of the noosphere was percolating at that moment, the way other ideas like the theory of evolution, or the design of the automobile were being worked on simultaneously by several forward thinking and unique individuals. There was a Russian named Vernadsky, and he was in touch with a Jesuit paleontologist named Chardin, and between them they took the idea very far, especially Teillard de Chardin, who is my source for the idea.
Chardin’s way of describing the Noosphere was introduced in the West at the time of his death in the mid-1950’s, but he and Vernadsky were working it out back in the 20’s and 30’s. Chardin was trained as a scientist, and also, as a priest. He was a French Jesuit paleontologist who was present in China in the 1920’s when archeologists first discovered proto-human remains that pushed the known age of human ancestors back hundreds of thousands of years. Chardin was a restless intellectual, he had a predilection for rigorous training and mystical perception, and the result was a body of written work that is staggeringly brilliant, though densely filagreed with detailed exposition that endeavors to draw associations to stages of evolution and to stages of being. I read his book, “The Phenomenon of Man” during my summer break between my freshman and sophomore years at college, and though I’ve only read the book that one time, I’ve been guided in my thinking these last 40 years by the ideas I discovered between the covers of that book.
Down in Zucotti Park, the locus of origin of the movement known as Occupy Wall Street, an unemployed carpenter refers to the way the protesters have to communicate with each other as “an architecture of consciousness.” He’s not trying to be poetic, he wants to be descriptive. The police have forbidden the use of bullhorns, so the OWSers spread the message one person at a time.
But there is definitely poetry here. OWSers are criticized for having an incoherent message, but I see the message in the medium, just as Marshall McLuhan surmised. The medium, in this case, is the crowd of humanity itself. The message is the creation of a new architecture of consciousness. That is the goal, but it’s hard to imagine how we get there from here.
An Architecture of Consciousness exactly defines the Noosphere. The Noosphere is a design for an architecture of global consciousness. The handful of individuals who have endeavored to give definition to the Noosphere concept suggest we’re in for a dawning of a new type of awareness. Human beings are going to activate a dormant element of their psychic infrastructure and find it is inhabiting a new mindspace.
I’m not psychic, but I’ve seen mental telepathy in action, and I’ve had experiences while using psychedelic drugs that I was convinced were telepathic in nature. But I don’t quite see how a general human population with psychic ability, the ability to read one another’s thought, might actually work, or how it would change human behavior. But I can think of a couple of pathways that might help to imagine it. One path is through psychedelic experiences, and the other is through the Cloud, as in cloud computing.
One of the strongest lessons that people are learning from the use of psychoactive entheogens is the direct perception and the deep understanding of just how gloriously embedded we are in the bosom of Mother Nature. In the 1970’s two scientists named Lovelock and Margulis introduced the Gaia Hypothesis to describe the behavior of the planet as it is observed through scientific measurement. A generation later, the Gaia Hypothesis is now Gaia Theory, because more time and observation have strengthened the core idea. Science now has a comfort level with the body of Gaia, and now some scientists are using hallucinogenic plants to explore the Mind of Gaia.
In the Peruvian Amazon, the shamans who use the tea they make from a leaf and a vine say that when they drink the tea they can communicate directly with intelligences that identify themselves as belonging to the plant kingdom. They call these intelligences teachers, because that is the way the people in that part of the world have learned to create medicines from plants, and because people believe the “medicine” teaches profound truths.
When I was at the shaman Guillermo Arevalo’s retreat in Peru, I filmed a scene between a scientist with a background in biomedical research and an artist with a refined talent for drawing the human anatomy. Both artist and scientist had come to Guillermo’s to drink the tea they call ayahuasca, because both were interested in researching aspects of their consciousness.
The scientist was Scott Franzblau, Director of the Institute for Tuberculosis Research at the University of Illinois in Chicago. Scott was there because he was looking for insight into the tuberculosis virus. He hoped he might come away from his effort with new ideas for further research.
The artist was a talented young Frenchman who taught anatomical drawing named Eric Avondo. Eric was there to explore his imaginary landscape. When I met him, he had been drinking ayahuasca for more than a month, and he had been keeping a record of his experiences by drawing his visions each morning after participating in the ceremony the night before. His notebook is absolutely stunning, because it documents his ability to learn to navigate the space of the ayahuasca vision. Also, while the visions start out in the sphere of the ego and of the artist himself, over time the visions become more biological, and more detailed. Eric explained to me that each evening, he asks the Mother of Ayahuasca to reveal more information to him. He says that in order to see into biological processes, you have to leave your ego behind and let the pure consciousness take the journey. His images demonstrate concretely what his words struggle to convey.
In the scene I filmed, the scientist sits down at the artist’s drawing table the morning after he and the artist had sat next to each other in an ayahuasca ceremony. The scientist had only been there a week, and his experiences had been powerful, but he had not seen visions of solutions to the problem of tuberculosis.
The artist told him that the vision he was drawing that morning had come to him telepathically during the ceremony. The artist’s vision had come from the scientist!
On camera, the scientist looks at the images and says that the drawings look like the way cellular structures known as lipid bilayers are drawn. Beyond that, he’s at a loss for words. He’s accepting of the core concepts from shamanism of learning about Nature through plant teachers, but he has no experience with such a concrete manifestation of shared thinking.
I tell this story because it’s an obvious example of telepathic communication, and because it occurred while some really serious people were exploring the mysteries of personal consciousness through direct experience by altering the chemistry of their brain cells. Also, this story implies that there is some kind of data bank where knowledge about Nature is stored, and the quest of the participants describes an effort to gain access to this database.
The scientist was looking for new ideas to treat TB. He decided to seek this path after learning that other scientists had successfully had breakthroughs in research that they attributed directly to the use of psychedelics. Kerry Mullis is one individual. Others include Steve Jobs and Albert Hoffman, who discovered LSD. Jeremy Narby, the anthropologist who took the scientist to meet the shaman, had been with a geneticist when she took ayahuasca, and she had a breakthrough vision in which she understood the function of protein landing pads on the DNA molecule and was able to validate her insight when she returned to her lab.
So how do we think coherently about the way this knowledge is received into the human mind by means of chemically altering the brain through plant entheogens? How about a new metaphor?
Marshall McLuhan said new technologies give us new tools for conceptualizing our circumstances. The machines of the Industrial Revolution are extensions of muscles, and came into being when physics described the Universe as a machine that ran like clockwork. The development of electric communications media has given human civilization a planetary nervous system, and turned our world into a Global Village. Now we have advanced computing and hyper-connectivity, including the Cloud. From the Cloud all of human knowledge is available on a digital mobile device.
An iPhone or a Droid can access the Cloud, and perhaps in the same way human beings can access a planetary intelligence where teachers are available to share information of a very high order. And maybe it’s like going to graduate school, where you have to make the choice to seek the information, because the intention signals the aspirant is ready to receive the new lessons.
I started thinking about the way shamans learn about Nature when I heard Terence McKenna describe the shaman as the quintessential figure of the 21st century. I also started thinking about the exponential rate of change because of Terence, so I was excited when I heard about Ray Kurzweil’s description of the Singularity. Ray is a technologist and theoretician whose way of thinking is grounded in Moore’s Law, named for Intel co-founder Gordon Moore. Moore noticed at the beginning of the era of the microchip that the number of transistors that could be put on a chip would double every eighteen months into the foreseeable future, and as this occurred, computers would get smaller and faster and cheaper, and more work would be done in any given moment of time, giving simplicity and credence to the illogical notion that “time is speeding up.”
Ray Kurzweil has advanced the notion that as time speeds up, as humans and computers become more enmeshed, and as technology makes possible the construction of physical things at the level of the individual atom, we are headed for some kind of inevitable transformation of our consciousness that he has labeled a Singularity, because he wants to infer a change so profound that it’s as though it is outside the boundaries of our conventional thought process. That’s why the Big Bang, the event that got the Universe started, is called a singularity, because it’s outside the known laws of physics that emerge as a result of its occurrence.
Ray: “What will happen when and if greater-than-human intelligence is created, either by enhancing the human or building an artificial intelligence? Already, technological advances pave the way for further technological advances at an ever-accelerating rate; if intelligence itself could be brought to engineer still greater intelligence in a strong positive feedback loop, the consequences (for better or for worse) would be unimaginable.
And this: An effective model of the neocortex is coming into focus based on a pattern recognition module which is capable of recognizing and predicting patterns… Each of us has about a billion such modules in our brain. That has been sufficient to enable humans to dominate the planet but not sufficient for us to solve our most pressing problems. So why not increase this to ten billion or a trillion? That is where we are headed as we merge with our intelligent technology.
I went to the Singularity Summit in New York recently because I wanted to see how the Noosphere concept might fit with the concepts that Ray Kurzweil has done so much to articulate. The schedule was packed with presentations with headings like “The Human Brain in Jeopardy: Computers that Think” and “Planetary-Scale Intelligence,” and “The Neurobiology and Mathematics of Consciousness,” so I got there early enough to get my press pass and grab a seat in the spacious auditorium of the 92nd St.Y. It was still before 8AM, the time when Ray’s keynote address was scheduled to begin, so I went into the banquet room for some coffee. I heard a voice that had a sing-song cadence and stocatto word delivery that caught my mind pattern and entrained itself to my thoughts. I didn’t know who I was listening to but I knew I was definitely at the Singularity Summit.
“…What new forms of artistry are going to unfold? Nanotechnology: what are we going to MAKE? So that’s kind of like, where I come in. My inspiration is… Freeman Dyson, the physicist, he talks about, like, infinity in all directions, and he has this wonderful line where he says that this new generation of artists are going to be writing genomes the way that Blake and Byron wrote verses. He said it at a dinner at TED organized by the Edge Foundation, it was about the new age of wonder. He went from chemistry and physics to a new age of biology and computation. He’s at the next level. He understands that combination between art and science, sort of that dance, you know, where you need to change people’s consciousness.
I glanced at this guy’s nametag. I was being entrained by Jason Silva.
“People think of technology they think of like, metallic objects but they don’t really understand that technology’s a conduit for human flourishing, right?, a prosthesis that extends the thought reach of the human consciousness and extends the boundaries of the human mind, you know, whether the iPhone is the extended mind, you know, outsourced cognition,, or you know the technology of music to make symphonies or the technology of oil painting like when it was Van Gogh and Picasso. So what new forms of art will come out of synthetic biology and technology and…?”
And just like that, I found what I had come there to find. But I still had to pour myself a cup of coffee.
Listening to Jason talking in the flesh, and since then watching his videos on YouTube and Vimeo, I’m hearing a voice that is seamlessly blending the themes behind my idea of an emerging Noosphere. Jason is in love with the idea of the Singularity and it has set his imagination on fire. He’s articulating the inevitability of some kind of technological deliverance into a new human state of being, but he’s also well versed in the wetter concepts such as the Universe being embedded with intelligence. He’s describing the Rainbow Bridge I’ve been seeking.
When I became aware of Ray Kurzweil and the Singularity, I noticed that one of Ray’s conclusions about the human journey is this: “It is the destiny of Mankind to seed the Universe with intelligence.” That seems kind of mechanistic to me. It reminds me of Rene Descartes who said, “I think, therefore I am.” Since Descartes, human culture in the West has thought of intelligence and consciousness as something that is located within the confines of the skull, and is unique to the individual.
But scientific and technological breakthroughs have yielded new metaphors to re-conceptualize intelligence and consciousness. We’ve got wireless communication and cloud computing, so thinking about fields of intelligence becomes easier for Westerners to do. So I contrast Kurzweil’s idea of human destiny with Amazonian shamanism, which says that it is the destiny of human beings to perceive that the Universe is already intelligent and to awaken to that reality.
Trying to verbally express what we’re really talking about when we’re talking about the Noosphere, the self-reflecting field of awareness that we may be on the cusp of manifesting, is hard to do. So far, I’ve established that the quest is more than building a technical infrastructure, though that’s half of it, but it’s the meta part of it, the actual state of awareness that I’m interested in. And I believe that psychedelic experience is revealing to more and more people that there is an aspect of consciousness that is not generally part of their normal state of awareness, and it’s somehow bigger than we are. It’s an intelligence that can reveal information about the way the world works, and how things are so interconnected. And the experience of encountering this intelligence, this Other, is humbling and deeply profound, as it teaches all the while.
Just listen to Jason Silva talk about the influence of psychedelics on the development of our digital universe:
It’s interesting to draw comparisons between psychedelics and computers, but you know, Timothy Leary used to say you take psychedelics to get rid of your mental filters, to get rid of your pre-conceptions, to sort of expand your sphere of possibility, to unbound, to free your mind, right, and when he saw the potential of computers and the internet he came out in the 90’s as a techno-optimist and said, “The computers are the LSD of the nineties!” not to mention the fact that a lot of the engineers who invented the personal computer and the micro-processor, who re-conceived of computers as these big Von Neumann centralized things into these tools that could free individual minds, to be extensions of individual minds, they were all tripping when they had those realizations and those A-Ha moments to begin with…
…but I think that’s what computers do to each and every one of us, I mean these forms of technology extend the reach of each and every one of us and extends our ability to create connections with one another, so we all become nodes in this, like, macro-brain, and, I think the emergent properties of self-organization that we find at other scales of reality, will start to occur on this scale of reality… but at the same time, you can sort of like surf that wave of bliss so much farther, you know, we don’t have to worry about gravity or temperature or distance, it’s just kind of like, your mind can soar through the Cosmos, in a way, just like with the psychedelics, you know? …The fact that the guys who discovered the DNA molecule were said to have tripped on acid is not a coincidence, either.
Simon Powell just published “The psilocybin Solution.” Here is the best book on the subject of the way consciousness is altered by psilocybin mushrooms. It surveys the history of the use of the plant, and makes clear how briefly the knowledge of the experience has been available to western minds. (I used mushrooms in the early 70’s when I lived in North Florida. I picked strofaria cubensis right out of the cow patties). Powell reminds the reader that using mushrooms is not a party drug experience. The encounter is too serious and filled with meaning. And it’s this aspect of the profundity that accompanies the experience that makes me wonder about the way the Noosphere might come into existence, and how it might change our way of thinking. Powell shows us that the Other is out there. But in the future, will we have to alter our brain chemistry to have contact with it, or might there be some shift, some change of vibration, some way that we might be entrained by its presence as a normal part of our walking around awareness?
“… if the evolution of organic life and human consciousness represents the inexorable unfolding of a potential woven into the fabric of Nature, then what further potential is yet to be expressed? P237
…reality as we know it might be coded to produce some climactic output at some latter stage of its evolutionary progression. Equally plausible is the idea that our interconnected computer technology might spawn some new level of informational cohesion- a kind of virtual dimension into which the agency of human consciousness can be transferred. In point of fact … through the rise of telecommunications and computing technology, the Earth does seem to be wiring itself up into an integrated digital network, a bioelectronics entity in which widely dispersed informational systems like the human psyche can instantly communicate with one another across the globe. This magical technology, similar as it is to the communicational activity of the synapsing neuronal brain, is clearly evolving at an unprecedented rate, and the eventual emergence of a more “tangible” cyberspatial dimension of some kind seems assured. Indeed, judging by the boom in media speculation about the near future of computing systems along with the escalating popularity of Internet-enabled WiFi phones, it would appear that a fully immersive cyberspace of one sort of another is within reach. P238
The Singularity is near, indeed.
…When one has encountered the Other through the visionary effects of a strong dose of psilocybin mushrooms, it becomes quite evident that, whatever the Other’s ultimate intent, consciousness is an essential part of the plan. P246
I like this next quote because it sounds like the way Kurzweil describes how artificial intelligence can write software based on feedback. Perhaps, as in fractal geometry, this is true at all scales of Nature.
I provided the reader with a model of consciousness that views it as a flowing pattern of information generated within an intelligent, self-organizing Universe. Once one has accepted that we and all other patterns of information are natural expressions of a self-writing language-based Universe, that Nature is everywhere smart and contextually significant, then one is compelled to go on to examine the “meaning of it all.” P249
Contextually significant. In Aldous Huxley’s “The Doors of Perception” the main thrust of the description of his experience using mescaline is how ordinary reality is pervaded by significance when one is under its influence. It seems that in the right frame of mind, everything has meaning, and there is no concern with time. Every moment is an eternal present, and there is a desire to be fully conscious and awake.
Recently a group of Mayan elders led by Humbatz Men made a journey to sacred sites across the USA, and they had with them 13 crystal human skulls. The origin of the skulls is lost, and all that’s left is an ancient mystery. The Mayans believe they are fulfilling a prophesy by bringing the skulls together at this time and performing ceremonies that are designed to invoke their power, a power which is said to involve the ability of human beings to gain access to the cosmic database. I have no idea if this is the case, but what if it is a literal truth?
Perhaps the most notable conveyor of the idea of the Noosphere in recent times has been Jose Arguelles. Arguelles just died, but he has left us with a beautifully written book he calls “Manifesto for the Noosphere.” He clearly envisions a new synthesis of collective human awareness, a new state of mind that is a shared experience.
“Just as the biosphere is the unified field of life and its support systems…so the noosphere is the unified field of the mind, the psychic reflection of the biosphere. Because we as a species, the aggregate of consciousness-bearing cells of the evolving Earth, are not yet awake to our role as a planetary organism, so too the noosphere is not yet fully conscious. When humanity becomes conscious of itself as a single organism and unites to activate the noosphere, we will find the collective resolve and will to reconstruct the biosphere and divert the energy of the human race from a path of destruction based on a mechanized abstraction from nature to a new harmonic order of super-organic reality based on an entirely different state of consciousness than has yet existed on Earth.”
Somehow, part of the description for how we get there from here is caught up in our perception of time. Mostly, our way of thinking about time is by thinking about the big hand and the little hand on a clock. Time is linear, and we perceive it when we pay attention to the phase of the moon, or the rising and setting sun. And of course, we get older day by day.
Arguelles insists we can’t awaken to the Noosphere unless we adopt a new calendar, the Mayan calendar. The Mayan calendar pays attention to different cycles of nature during the course of the year. The Tzolkin is 260 days, the same amount of time that is required for a human being to gestate in the womb. There are signs for days based on other systems that use the numbers 13 and 20. And most intriguing, they ascribe specific qualities to specific days. In essence, the Maya believe there are many different types of time. Arguelles believed that for 21st century humans to transition into a new state of being, we are going to have to learn “to be” in time like the Maya.
So maybe Terence McKenna got it right when he called the shaman the quintessential figure of the 21st century. Shamans have a technique for entering into conversation with the Other. This knowledge that the shamans possess has become a new meme in the global culture and it’s being amplified by its presence in the Cloud. Jeremy Narby has been conducting live webinars in conversation with experts who have extensive experience with the ayahuasca vision quest. The Cisco Systems web environment normally conversing about corporate matters is now pulsing to life an Earth based New Human Sentience.
And as heady as all this is, I know its essence is easily found in a still moment, sitting in a canoe on a lake at sunset and becoming aware of a pink lily, and on the tip of the lily there’s a drop of water, and when I look into the drop of water, I can see everything.
“…from an awakened perspective, all pain and confusion are merely the play of wisdom. And that play has a recognizable pattern called the mandala principle. If one can identify difficult situations as mandalas, then transformation of painful circumstances is possible.” – Judith Simmer Brown, Dakini’s Warm Breath
I wasn’t thinking about mandalas when the trip began. But it’s only through the interplay of the outer and inner mandala – microcosm and macrocosm interconnected – expressed as self and family, community and world, that I can make any sense of the chaos that unfurled that night. It began with my hand pressed against the tome of Derrick Jensen’s The Culture of Make Believe. The cover, a photograph of a hand bordered in absolute darkness with a window of possible hope (or imprisonment) etched like sutures into the palm. I pressed my hand into the open palm of the cover and said that I wanted to journey into the darkness. I said that I needed to understand the darkness in order to be a light worker. These words effectively sealed the trip. The medicine took the message and did its work that night in dismantling me. Michael, Jamie and McKenzie – my Evolver family – were there to witness my violent dissolution that night, as they too also felt themselves die. My death was the most harrowing to absorb, like being caught in a super nova, I’ve been told.
The Outer Mandala
Close to a year into my sporeganizing for Evolver Baltimore, I met my boyfriend, Michael in late April when he came down from Evolver Philly to attend a potluck I was hosting at my friend Rula’s home in Sowebo – an arts community struggling to hold its ground in a typically drug-torn neighborhood of the city. Rula was teaching me how to make Palestinian food, and it seemed to take hours to finely chop all the onions, tomatoes, and parsley for the tabouli. Like this’ she shows me, holding the handle and the top of the blade to speed cut the vegetables that I was ever so slowly making my way through, diced onions piercing my eyes. When the doorbell rang, I found a serene and kind face on the other side of the door – curiously familiar, fair skin, and lashes, red facial hair, dark-rimmed glasses and a perfectly shaved head. He found me familiar too, later telling me that on first seeing me, he saw me first as a young woman and then as a very old one, instantly aged before his eyes. Michael was one of the coordinators from Evolver Philly, and had come down to check out the Baltimore spore and see what we were up to. He joined us in the kitchen, absorbing the steampunk array of sculpted metal in his walk through the house. Dave, Rula’s boyfriend, a union ironworker and artisan had refurbished the gutted row house from scratch with materials salvaged from a row of condemned homes. Skeletal metal dinosaurs, made in Dave’s welding shop held the austere and awesome space. Neither Dave – an anarchist weary of hippie movements but with a kind heart – nor Rula had an interest in Evolver besides supporting me as a friend, but they were gracious to open their house to us and provide a space for the evening. This day, Rula stood crying in the kitchen, not unlike her to bare her emotion raw and public. Her life is a living story with the interior flowing to the exterior as Rula heals what she has borne witness to and had the will to endure. Rula told us about Deir Yassin and how the Israelis had slaughtered the people of her mother’s village – a battle which had been a turning point in the Israel/Palestine war – her mother and aunts barely escaping, delivered to an orphanage in Palestine. Rula’s father would later be killed in random crossfire. She told us how for the longest time she would lie when people asked her about how her father died that she would tell them that it was cancer because it was better than saying he had been murdered. Michael sat and listened; I chopped vegetables and listened. Rula spoke and cried. Michael connected to us, deeply present, deeply listening. He did not turn off; he did not turn away.
Rula said to me later, “Robin, I really liked him. You could tell he was really listening. Not a lot of people do that you know, not a lot of people listen.”
After meeting and connecting with Michael, a couple weeks later, he invited his good friends Jamie and McKenzie, a young couple in their early twenties, who both live and work off the land, to attend Evolver Baltimore’s Dream Spore, an overnight, dream/yoga campout I had helped to host on a friend’s farm in northern Baltimore county. We first met each other camped out on a field for a night, sharing pancakes together in the morning. Jamie and McKenzie instantly became regular sporegoers who attended the following Resilience/Currency Spore in June, jumping on board to assist with the regional currency project, and then became collaborative partners in putting together the Life in the Universe art opening/party we hosted in July. There at their farm, I got to visit their tiny one room cabin, dark lumber walls in the living area with the kitchen nook painted lime green and bright, rosy orange. McKenzie’s intricate and tiny line drawings of girls and gardens mirrored the tiny-ness of their living space, as McKenzie finds voice in the wonder of illustrating what look both like sophisticated child drawings and aboriginal expressions of woman’s connection to nature. Their cabin is stock full of preserves canned for winter from tomatoes Jamie brings home from his work at a CSA, where he’s paid in vegetables. Everything in their cabin is either handmade or bought second hand, as McKenzie combs thrift stores for eclectic finds of vintage china, kitchen utensils, and handmade quilts. Jamie and McKenzie’s cabin, along with their garden and animals (alpacas, a sheep, and hens) represent a complete mandala, their lives wholly integrated with each other and the land.
The Inner Mandala
A couple months after meeting Michael, I took my bodhisattva vows. I had been planning on taking these vows for a number of years and was ready to fly to Iowa to receive them with Lama Dawa, the Tibetan Rinpoche who I had taken refuge with nearly ten years before. It turned out though that I didn’t need to fly to Iowa; Artraya John was offering the vows in Baltimore at the Shambhala Center. As much as he was a new teacher to me, and I had strayed from regular practices, it was right to take my vows with Artraya John when they were offered in Baltimore. But I also still felt the need to fly out to Iowa to receive them again with Lama Dawa, the tiny, Nyngma lineage, crazy wisdom teacher who gave me my refuge name, Yeshe Llamo (Wisdom Dakini).
In essence, the bodhisattva vow is when you vow to help all other sentient beings achieve enlightenment before yourself. In daily practice, it’s about becoming the fertile soil of life for others. You cease to focus on your own needs because you already have everything you need, so instead you take care of the needs of others. It’s both a point of liberation and a tremendous responsibility. I’ve read of how the bodhisattva, when dressing for the day, wears her clothes not for herself but as an offering for the world. This reflexive offering embodies itself in all tasks. When first taking the vow, you’re an aspiring bodhisattva – working to live in accordance with this new view of the world until you grow to embody this vow in all speech and action. I can say that when I dress myself in the morning, I am still dressing myself for me, but the vow feels native. I feel like I’ve taken it before, and I’ll take it again, and also that there’s a tremendous amount of work to do in this universe and the vow is the path towards doing that work.
In Buddhism, certain medicines are generally frowned upon because they are thought to confuse you, to intensify your samsaric delusion. My experience this evening, to make a huge understatement, would not prove this belief wrong. However, as a radical tool for therapy and transformation, I find meaning in the chaos that unfurled this evening. I would not claim the experience had inherent meaning (though sometimes it seemed like that as I enacted my traumas and beliefs into being), but we do have choices in life in how we seek and find meaning in our experiences. When you stare at the ugliest and most terrifying part of yourself, it’s better to find meaning and transformation in the experience because, simply put, if there is a reason we’re here to experience life, that reason is to transform, evolve, love, and grow. These are the sole acts in life that have any true meaning.
None of us were fully prepared for the journey at hand. It was the furthest any of us had gone and would soon be directed by my plunge into the shadow. It began with the normal tingling sensations, cresting and coming on in waves, as we were watching the director’s cut of Avatar on Mike’s laptop beneath black light illumination Jamie & McKenzie had originally purchased for our “Life in the Universe” spore. At first we attempted to watch the film. I already knew the narrative. I had seen the movie last December, but I knew (as so many of us plainly saw) the narrative of how our lives on Earth run alongside this story. The film told the dark secrets of our culture exposed in Jensen’s book, the tale of our disconnection from ourselves and from each other in a hyper-modern world of dwindling resources, where all economic growth hinges on the exploitation of indigenous lands. In the director’s cut of the film, the viewer sees that nature on Earth only exists on the television, watched from a shoebox-sized bedroom, and broadcast on a wall-to-wall plasma screen. I knew the main character’s falling out and falling away, the isolation of someone who has no community or purpose. I thought of the US wars abroad, as the film unfolded in full blown 3-D, with long engrossing scenes, so spellbinding that some viewers wish for a life on Pandora instead of recognizing that the relationship to ourselves, each other and nature is where real enchantment lies – such an amazing, if not unsurprising, irony.
But, as we expected, the film began to be too much to watch. And the black lights started to create the strange doubling effect of the movie and life sorrowfully bleeding together. Time was beginning to get difficult to manage. Did time exist outside the cabin? We hadn’t even gone outside to visit the baby alpaca that was born the other week. It was cold with the outdoor chill seeping into the house. Using the resources she had, McKenzie had stapled blankets to the rafters of the cabin in an attempt to insulate the space, but mostly we had to huddle near the fire and in our jackets to stay warm. And after turning off the film, each of us became engrossed in our own world, busying ourselves. McKenzie was drawing with chalk on the dark wooden front door two silhouette faces. Jamie was washing the dishes. Michael got lost in music. I was kneading bread that McKenzie had prepared before the journey. I had never kneaded bread before and didn’t know how long it needed to be kneaded. Time became longer and everything that I had previously perceived of as wealth became poverty. Caught in a cycle of kneading because we needed to eat, I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t stop because we would need to eat. The bread became a dilemma and the task never seemed to be complete. My energy was endless, over and over again like Playdoh bending beneath my will, restless energy pushed and spent into the bread.
The saturation of colors in the room reminded me of the stage setup for a play – Darb TV – Michael and I had seen a month before. It was a play about incest conducted as a children’s TV show. Jamie and McKenzie’s cabin seemed to take on the brown, navy blue and puke green stage, as Michael actually went to the bathroom to vomit. The characters in Darb TV had also puked on stage, the abject breakdown of body paralleling the violations that weren’t seen. The play had ended with the characters shooting their father and burying his body – the cold, unheated theater full of the musty smell of dirt.
At one point McKenzie came over and sat by Jamie, resting her head on his shoulder, “When is this going to be over? This is way too intense.”
“Five hours,” Michael said, no longer puking, “It lasts about five hours.”
I thought back and remembered that we had coated our medicine in Nutella and clinked our plates in cheers.’ I reminded everyone of this. The distortion of time was bizarre and selective – remembering and associating with a play I had seen a month ago, but trying to recollect the hour before was like claiming a memory from the other edge of the universe. I had to focus to selectively remember times outside of this time. Once I realized that I could do it, I started pulling in other memories.
I remembered then that years ago I had also tried another medicine, ayahuasca (actually Santo Daime), and had remained solidly, if not even somewhat disappointingly grounded, through both my Santo Daime experiences. And I remembered my friend Liz in Japan, with whom I had first experienced the Santo Daime.
“When my friend Liz first took ayahuasca, she went straight to heaven and experienced Alex Grey-style webs of interconnected light. And her boyfriend who first took her to Santo Daime was jealous because it had taken him years and years of ceremony to not go to hell,” I told Jamie and McKenzie, beginning to share stories to entertain, distract and bring perspective to our experience.
The stories brought some comfort with them, but I also started to get high on the traveling of time. Like a wobbling drunk tight roping time, I wobbled on the narratives, working to weave them faster, moving back and forth, talking in a circle, spilling the same thoughts over and over until I was hunched over the toilet bowl myself ready to puke. I stared into the toilet and reflected how the water in the bowl mirrored my mind, how awesomely absurd, my mind is a toilet bowl with me leaning over it. I was screaming, “Oh my God, it’s my mind.” Or was I screaming in my mind?
At this point had I puked, the coming turn of the trip would probably have been circumnavigated. If I had purged, I would have released the toxins, my own or the medicine’s that needed to spill, but I couldn’t puke. I was strong and had held my own on ayahuasca, withstanding hours of nausea all the while dancing. That’s when I found myself in the hall on the floor outside of the bathroom, legs kicked up against the wall, staring at my cowboy boots. And then as I reoriented my perspective, I was a small child in the basement of my house. A serrated disc sat mounted on a heavy orange machine near a workstation. I was in my father’s saw room, looking for a bouncy ball that had fallen through the upstairs floor, tall shelves more than triple my height were covered in sawdust. There was some beginning awareness in this room that there was a world that existed before me, and everything in this room, revealed by the accumulation of sawdust, bore this truth. A lonely, foreign and looming place – I obviously could never have articulated it then, but I recognized the beginning of my own consciousness in this basement. I was an observer in a foreign world that I didn’t belong in, a world I feared for its old, neglected energy. The divisions between past, present and dream dissolved – all time was happening simultaneously.￼
From Inside My Mind
The next memory was me lying flat backed on the hard wood floor by the woodstove, my head next to the legs of stove. It felt comfortably uncomfortable. I had always lain close to the floor and peered out from furniture as the room lay in decay around me. This is how it’s always been. I was in my childhood house with my family, and I was also in Jamie and McKenzie’s cabin with them as family. I lay staring at the drawing that McKenzie etched in chalk on the door earlier. I saw the drawing as a cave painting. It represented a “tribal” way of living and knowing. Jamie, somewhere off behind me, kept repeating, “Don’t worry we’ll forget about it later,” in a bemused just-discovered-this-now-and-I’m-reporting-it-to-you voice. His words were my mind. We’ll forget about this later – because none of this really exists. We’ll forget about this later – because this is only a dream experience. We’ll forget about this later – because we’re all dying right now. We’ll forget about this later – as we huddle together clumped on the floor, before falling apart and away. As the mind was speaking, inside and outside dissolved and I felt reassured. We were doing the shadow work of our community. We were folding into each other to save the world from humanity’s material view of the universe. This view had to die along with ego. As long as we thought matter made the heart of our existence, we wouldn’t recognize our true wealth in each other.
Thoughts broke faster and faster as the medicine laid bare the ricocheting nature of the mind, as it stared at itself, staring back at me. Every thought threatened to rip me apart from everyone else, and I had to keep returning each moment to the knowledge that we were together, that I was not alone. Each time, reality’ would disintegrate, and each time I collected my thoughts back into one thought, which was my sole ground of being: “It’s all of us together. I am doing this work for everyone.”
I screamed on the floor for five hours, like it was a test and I was determined that the universe could be rebirthed. Five hours!!!! … and I would pass through hell to arrive on the other side. I could endure this. I was stronger than the darkness. I was stronger than my own mind that threatened to rip me apart. FIVE HOURS!!!!! Like terrible labor pains, bloodcurdling and shocked…
Then screaming aloud again, “WE’RE DOING THIS TOGETHER! I LOVE YOU! WE’RE DOING THIS TOGETHER! I LOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOU!”
Michael said it was like there was a sword plunged in my stomach, and I kept leaning further into the hilt.
Then I became quiet and still, and my view narrowed to a circle of light. Michael, Jamie and McKenzie stood over me, “Is she dying?” they queried. I was. I felt myself mingling with the debris on the floor, as I went back into the Earth. I felt my body break down and decay, like crystallizing dirt. I remembered the film The Lovely Bones, and I was the girl at the bottom of the pit, the dismembered victim who could finally go back to the earth with soil falling over her head. I was certain that I needed to let go of the ego identity of Robin. If I let Robin go, then the grasses would grow up through me, and I would return to the Earth as home. The medicine interred me, a vanguard species on Earth, the first life that had always been the edge of life, bringing old back to the fold of new. Jamie, Michael and McKenzie stood over me, and the light went completely dark, crowded in their silhouettes, until it was white again on the other side and the frequency shifted.
Still, white, tension, release…freedom, safety, peace…and murmuring anticipation on the other side. Someone, many others, on the other side, listening and murmuring. “We are getting stronger,” they said within my mind, like a new pulse had come into existence. The quieter I became inside, the closer I came to crossing over. “We are getting stronger,” waiting, watching, hushed quiet and loving, would it happen, would she do the work? The bodhisattvas, the burners, the Evolvers waiting for me to make the full cross over. Curious, hushed, anticipating love … quieter and quieter until totally hushed and no more light.
On the other side, I opened my eyes with a growing awareness of myself and my body – curled in a fetal position, my shirt half pulled up, my hand cupping a breast. What?
Coming back to the disarray of Jamie and McKenzie’s cabin. Wood was tangled in my hair, alpaca fur that had been sitting bagged on top of the wood stove lay in loose clumps all over the floor, hundreds of colored pencils were exploded in all directions. I crawled over to Michael sitting on the couch and rested my head on his knee. “Oh my God, you’re back,” he said in thankful amazement, hugging me like a stray that had finally returned, “I thought you were dead. I thought we had lost you….. I thought we had lost you.”
Personal and Planetary Healing
“You wrangled some serious energy there tonight, Robin,” Jamie says, not angry but stunned. These are the second words said to me after I return.
Curled on the couch wi th Michael like it’s a small island of safety, I absorb the disarray around me, as I try to process the gap between having arrived at final peace and tranquility, with being born back into the shell-shocked stillness of the room. My horror grows as McKenzie tells me about how I grabbed a fist of her blouse, attempting to yank it off her. “Do you remember this?” she asks with a soft edge in her voice. No. Nothing. Nothing at all. The weight of horror and also foolishness settling in, I can’t understand how battling so hard inside for everyone I love has brought so much outward destruction…. Emotions of disbelief, relief, weariness, and exhaustion run high in the room…
Yet, we pick up the pieces, Jamie and McKenzie bagging alpaca fur and me collecting colored pencils until I collapse on the couch and fall asleep.
Michael tells me later, “Even God gets tired on the seventh day”…. but then we are all God, our ego-deaths birthing us into the world again.
The most terrifying aspect of the trip was in seeing how my internal journey ricocheted out, pulling everyone into the eye of the storm – attacking McKenzie, the most mind blowing of ironies. A little nymph-child-woman and more than ten years my junior, I see in her a pioneer, resembling a woman of last (and by virtue of the last also the first) century. With a deep understanding of and connection to her world, McKenzie knows how to plant a garden, tend to alpacas, chicken and sheep, bake cherry pies and bread from scratch, spin wool, dip candles, and can preserves – not woman’s work, but rather the creativity of interconnection when we directly engage with our world. McKenzie found it interesting when I told her how closely she resembles my mother when she was younger. Both thin, petite, fair-skinned, brunettes, with glasses, both with a quiet and shy demeanor. But then opposite, where my mother absorbed the worst of the culture, her memory obliterated by the heavy regiment of drugs (not medicine) she took her entire life first for manic depression and then later (re-diagnosed) as schizophrenia, McKenzie carries knowledge of past generations. The parallel for me is striking. And in my madness that night, I became the point of amnesia, the blank in between space expressed as the madness of my mother, which is more accurately the madness of our culture. I understand that in another cultural context that my mother’s weaknesses may have become immeasurable strengths.
Daniel pointedly discusses this in 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl:
As the polarity of Shakti/Kali suggests, there are two sides to the mother archetype: She can be nurturing, generative, and benevolent, or aggrieved, possessive, and devouring. In the modern world, we become obsessed with material goods, hypnotized by “false needs,” possessed by our possessions. This obsession was caused by our subconscious enslavement by the bad mother archetype. Kali Yuga humanity, deprived of proper nurturing, became devious, desouled, insatiably greedy. Electronic culture created soulless replacements for connective rituals-television supplanted tribal legends told around the fire; “fast food” consumed in distraction took the place of a shared meal. We substituted matter for Mater, money for mother’s milk, objects for emotional bonds.
This confusion between mother and matter carries also the terrible irony that the Earth is raped of resources to manufacture Stuff, and most objects in our lives are made from and shipped to us using fossil fuels. As Derrick Jensen discusses in The Culture of Make Believe, we directly turn the living subjects of our world into dead objects. This compartmentalization of a living system into disembodied, disconnected objects shows where the mandala of our worldview is broken. We’ve lost our sense of interconnection to ourselves and our community – the inner mandala. We’ve forgotten that our community is our larger interface with the world – the outer mandala.
In the trip, the most terrifying part of the struggle was the sense that somehow the fabric of community could be torn apart, that I would be split from my Evolver family and that all community could be wedged apart by matter, the stuff of our lives that convinces us to act as consumers instead of community… I felt like I was dying, and it also seemed that we were all dying together in one compound ego-death, falling into each other in a mound on the floor. Yet, I see the four of us, as the four gates of the mandala, bringing each our corner/direction of the world to the experience. I ponder again Judith Simmer Brown’s words about being able to identify painful experiences as the mandala. I believe this is the crucial key to the transformation of our world.
The mandala crosses cultures from East to West. For Jung, it was an archetype that expresses the individuation of the Self, as the mid-point, center of all paths. In Buddhism, it’s an image for the mantra, the frequency of the universe vibrating into being. Universally, it’s a symbol of unity – everywhere is the center, the relationship between inner and outer, relative to whoever perceives it. The mandala is described as an integrated structure around a universal center, separated by an interior wall. It represents the microcosm and macrocosm, the self and community, the community and world. I imagine the interior wall of the mandala to be the retina of an eye – with awareness expanding inwardly and outwardly simultaneously – stillness reflecting the porous boundary where meaning and life proliferates – there is no mandala without you. Simultaneously the mandala dissolves the boundary between subject and object – at the center of unity is only sight seeing.
At the beginning of our trip, while it was coming on in waves and before all hell broke loose, I was sitting by the fireplace, crouched in front of the fire that barely kept winter at bay. Indian coals burned flowers of sharp, carved light. “There’s so much darkness,” I said to myself while staring into the coals that warmed my face as my back chilled behind me, “yet still so much beauty.” I remembered a conversation I had with an artist during a summer festival in July. A discussion spurred on by the oil spill, commiserating about the destruction of the world’s natural spaces. The artist who I spoke to said, “Yes, but there’s still so much beauty left,” with a cautionary look in his eye, as if to communicate the danger of believing that everything is already gone. But now I understand another dimension to his words: there is beauty in our perception of the world, not just passive beauty in the eye of the beholder, but replicating, dynamic beauty in the eye – we bring beauty into the world by seeing, nurturing, creating it, by being beauty ourselves. This beauty does not undo the work of corporations destroying the world, but it does reaffirm on the level of self that life proliferates at every point it’s touched, including our mind. Perception is the beginning of the mandala, and the mandala proliferates anywhere life is touched, springing into existence like mycelium.
Mycelium – Living tissue of unity
As I’ve written this narrative, I’ve felt a thread that I can now describe as a thin, white mycelial tendril pull through me, my community, and the world, as a shared story that does not originate with me, but like an infinitely branched root system is connected through me. We are all interconnected. My experiences with suffering are my experiences, my own perspective, entwined with the experiences of my community – the inner mandala, and the world – the outer mandala. I think of Derrick Jensen’s call to destroy civilization and recognize his desperate, impassioned call, as misplaced. The behemoth of our culture rears on the verge of collapse, as the thought structures and institutional structures of our past metastasize into present forms of extraction, deforestation, destruction and war – all products of a world hinged on the price of oil. Within this century, it will become apparent that we have hit peak oil and when oil becomes more than we can afford, we can expect certain collapse. Yet, we live inside the belly of this beast, positioned to do the work of mycelium, organically breaking down and reinventing the old, dead structures to create new thriving communities. I fear the changes coming this century, the masses of people who will die because of climate change, civil unrest, disease, starvation, and war. I look into the future and think of my community and how utterly vulnerable and unprepared we will be, but how also, our greatest resource and greatest strength is in each other. As this structure collapses, we need sustainable, self-sufficient communities to rise to meet the challenges of this coming century. Our frontline is the home front that needs to return to the land and to interconnected, holistic ways of living. We need to return to the role of the mother, watching over and nurturing this life, tending to our deepest needs by tending to the needs of each other. We must transform the world into the living Mandala.
Justin Gray Morgan is an art director, designer and illustrator living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Almost three years ago the film crew flew out to Oakland, California to film what was initially, an experimental short film. Justin lives on Portal street which was fitting, and the two hour conversation at his home turned out to be utterly fascinating, proving a key turning point in Jennifer’s quest for answers and compelling enough to inspire the filmmakers to make a feature documentary film.
As part of an on-going series of blog posts on the co-creators in the forthcoming film, Time is Art, we put together some compelling questions so you can learn more about them. Enjoy Justin’s fascinating answers.
Has a dream you had ever come true?
I have dreams or elements from my dreams that come true or appear in my waking life on a regular basis. I dream every night and usually remember at least some part of my dreams the following morning. On one level just given how often I dream I inevitably encounter some of the things or aspects of the dreams I dreamt the night before during my waking life the next day.
At other times I’ve had truths or things I hadn’t yet consciously recognized, reveal themselves in dreams before I had realized them in my waking life. This is usually in regard to people, situations or problems in my life but sometimes occurs in other ways. An interesting example is once I was trying to memorize a long passage. I practiced it for several days but never quite got it. That night while I was sleeping I recited the passage perfectly for the first time during my dream and when I woke up the next morning I was able to recite it fully.
But then there still have been a few occasions where I had a dream a series of events that almost exactly played out the same way the next day that I really have no logical way of explaining. Though this is not something I necessarily believe, I think its an interesting idea that just as we can dream about the events of the previous day, maybe we could live the events we dreamt of at night the following day. I think it would be an interesting subject for a sci-fi movie or novel that our dreams are us downloading the reality we are going to experience the next day.
What’s your most memorable synchronicity?
One of my favorite books is The Secret Teachings of all Ages by Manly P Hall. A few years ago I was showing it to my parents when I happened to flip open to a page showing an illustration of a masonic apron. My mother’s face lit up and she exclaimed “Oh my! Well maybe you will know what this is!” She went up into the attic and after a time returned with a framed hand painted masonic apron. She told me that it belonged to my great grandfather. They had found it among my grandfather’s belongings while cleaning out his house after he passed away. They didn’t know what it was but kept it assuming it was some sort of painting. It had been in the attic for many years and if I hadn’t happened to randomly flipped open to that page it would still be hidden away up in the attic today.
Furthering the synchronicity, I am the first born of all the grand children in my family and I was born on my great grandfather’s birthday. Also the first-born female of all the grand children was born on my great grandmothers birthday. Though I never met my great grandfather, I find it meaningful that I’m interested in some of the same subject matter he was into and I’m glad that my grandfather and parents kept his apron safe all these years. Although it is not uncommon for Americans to find out that someone in their family was a Freemason and many joined strictly for fraternal or social reasons instead of an interest in the esoteric, I feel a strong connection to this synchronicity.
Do you believe in the afterlife?
On the most basic level there is the somewhat overused reference to the Law of Conservation of Energy saying that energy cannot be created or destroyed, so the energy that we are as living beings will continue to exist after we die in some form or another. While I would like and in a way hope that we carry on some kind of personal existence as an individual through many lifetimes or in an afterlife I sometimes think that is a selfish way to look at life and whatever may come after it. In my opinion, much like our body returns to the earth, decomposes and finds new life in various plants and animals I believe our spirit or energy returns to a great sea of energy, is reabsorbed and finds new life in various other beings. While this idea in a way seems threatening because it suggests the annihilation of our personal self, I think there is a deeper meaning that we can find comfort in. While we presently identify as the “drop” which makes up our spirit as an individual our true identity is that vast infinite timeless ocean itself. While we are alive we are living a temporary and limited temporal existence. When we are no longer alive we become infinite.
I think this also could speak to the process in which something that is truly infinite would create. By being infinite it would be impossible for it to add to itself by addition. When children are first introduced to the idea of infinity some will inevitably make a remark about “infinity plus one” or “infinity times infinity”, but the truly infinite remains unchanged no matter what is added or multiplied to it. Considering this dilemma the only way for the infinite to create or change is by subtraction. I believe this is why the limited self emerges from the infinite, although a part of this larger whole, the limited nature allows it to work within a set of boundaries giving rise to new experiences, exploring forms and a unique process of creation within a given set of constraints.
While I tend to favor the more mystics outlooks in regard to life and death I think it is also worth considering that there may in fact be nothing after we die. Maybe like a battery we have a charge while we are here that we hold for a while and output our energy into the world, in hopefully worthwhile pursuits. Then one day our physical form is no longer able to hold the charge and we burn out. But even in this somewhat negative outlook we still live on in a way through our actions and impact we have had on the lives of others and the world around us.
Either way the fact that I am alive at all in the first place amazes me everyday. While I hope to live a long life, even to be alive for one day is so incredible I don’t ask for anything after this life, though I imagine what may come next will be so incredible it defies all comprehension.
Would you like to know about all your previous lifetimes so you can learn from your mistakes?
As I mention above I’m not entirely sure I buy into a personal individualized reincarnation, but I do think the idea of genetic or ancestral memory is powerful. On a mystic level if we were to look at life outside of time, life as a whole and the process of evolution would look like a great tree. The winding “branch” that is our life would connect to our Mother’s branch and our immediate family and eventually back to all life on earth. In a mystic take on reality I think it is possible that there is some level of communication or passing of information, memories experiences or knowledge down through this tree and we could learn from it in some way. Im many cultures honoring and communicating with the ancestors played a central role in their societies.
On the more basic level there is a direct passing on from generation to generation of behaviors, attitudes and traits. We mirror our parents from an early age and pick up things that they picked up from their parents which they picked up from their parents and so on. There is also the genetic level where genes play an important role in all aspects of our lives. While I don’t believe we are entirely bound to our genetics, their affect on us is undeniable. Both in terms of behavior and genetics it is important to recognize how in additional to positive aspects these passed on behaviors include mistakes, errors and dysfunction. So in a way, learning from these “past lives” involves learning how to overcome these mistakes or limitations to the best of our abilities. If we are successful at all in doing this we are not just learning from but correcting the mistakes that were made in previous lifetimes.
If I could full learn from all the many, many mistakes I’ve made in just this lifetime I would be pretty well off. A big part of my good fortune in life is that I’ve taken a lot of risks, failed often, learned from it and moved ahead. But despite its importance one of the lessons I’ve had to learn is not to dwell on the past. I often dwell on past mistakes and failures and agonize on the things I wish I had done. I’ve found in thinking back on my life that I usually either think of times I felt or thought I was amazing, giving rise to a grandiose sense of self, or times of pain and failure which leads to a greatly depreciated sense of self. Though I still do both of these things, I try to remind myself the truth lies somewhere in between and things weren’t really as bad or as good as I think they were. If you have ever return to a place that you only experienced as a child you will realize things aren’t exactly dramatic as you remembered them to be. The giant tree you used to climb isn’t as tall as it seemed in your memory and in the same way the mistakes aren’t really as big as we sometimes choose to remember them.
While this is a natural part of life, I try to balance time for reflection with living in the moment so I can make new mistakes and hopefully experience new successes.
How would you describe ‘freedom’ in your own words?
The freest I have ever felt is during timeless moments while working on art or out in nature on a perfect day under the sun or stars. Often times these moments occur when I am by myself or with a small group of people, but I also have to consider freedom within the larger context of living in a society and operating within a system.
Along with art and design one of the most rewarding things I study are the 7 classical liberal arts consisting of the Trivium – Grammar, Logic and Rhetoric and the Quadrivum – Arithmetic (symbolic number) , Geometry, Music and Astronomy (Physics). On one level these were the subjects that free men had the luxury of studying, but the deeper meaning is that the study of the liberal arts formed the basis of true freedom.
The somewhat lost idea behind the Classical Trivium is a method of thinking. Grammar answers the questions who, what, when and where, Logic roots out contradictory or erroneous information and Rhetoric is the process of then forming your argument, opinion or plan. It is important to consider this as a whole and not skip over parts of the process or your will end up with errors in your thinking or form a false opinion.
This way of thinking is important because unfortunately the main threat to personal freedom in our world is individuals or groups that wish to control others for their personal gain. Although there is certainly an element of physical control present in our reality this is done largely through deception and the manipulation of information. Even just a brief study of the Trivium, especially of logic will make your head spin next time you hear a politician, new age guru or used car salesman speak. While I place high value on emotion, intuition and feeling, these must be guarded and are easily manipulated to control and enslave. Believing something to be true only by what feels right or wrong and not based on any facts can easily cause one to be lead astray. While there is certainly an illusion of freedom that goes along with doing whatever you want based on how you feel, this is really a form of ignorance and not true freedom. Even more importantly this method of thinking can allow you to find errors in your own thinking and understand the ways in which we deceive ourselves because often times it is ourselves who keeps us captive more than any outside force ever could.
I’ve found that using this method of thinking provides the best means of defending against this kind of manipulation from others or ourselves and gives us the ability to exercise our true freedom based on knowledge wisdom and understanding. It’s not a coincidence that Liberty and Liberal (arts) share the same root.
What makes a person beautiful?
I find a lot of meaning in the idea of existing as a limited piece of a greater whole. I think it is the unique set of limitations that give rise to our personal voice and when a genuine effort is put for to express ones self these limitations make the person unique and beautiful in a totally unique way.
A problem I struggle with especially in regard to creativity is trying to be a perfectionist. I think sometimes this is done out of fear and the hope that if I can create something that is perfect it will be immune from criticism or that others will automatically love my work. I’ve had to learn to embrace the imperfections in my work and realize that it is the flaws that give character and style to a piece. In the same way I find that beauty in a person usually arise from the unique and sometimes flawed aspects of them. It is not to say that one shouldn’t strive to overcome limitations, work to better themselves or foster growth in meaningful ways, but that its little imperfections make them who they are.
In contrast I think it is interesting to consider that most people are ugly in the same way. We all have a shadow side and while we may be unique in what triggers our darker nature, I find that people’s shadows are very similar. On the extreme side most brutal dictators act and even often look the same. Most serial killers have much more in common than they are different. The kids who have done the all the recent school shootings all seem eerily similarly. I believe this hints at evil being more of an archetypal aspect of our nature and therefore somewhat impersonal. It’s not to say that the shadow should be entirely disowned but by depersonalizing any evil aspect of it, it loses some of the power and control it has over our lives.
What do you think about when you lie awake in bed?
If there was ever such a thing as nothing or non-existence how did the universe come into existence? Or if there never was such a thing as nothing how has the universe always existed?
What artistic medium do you use to express yourself?
Though I spend a lot of time working in various design programs on the computer I value the connection to a piece that occurs from working with my hands. I grew up drawing so a pencil and paper hold a special place in my heart. I also use a compass and square for creating geometric work. Recently I’ve been spending a lot of time painting. Each medium has its inherent qualities and I enjoy working with it and experimenting to learn what the medium wants to do and how it behaves. Usually I discover something from working with a new medium in a new way that influences my work across the board.
Who or what is the greatest enemy of mankind?
Besides the obvious threats of a virus, asteroid or that mankind itself is its own worst enemy, I’m interested in how something abstract like ideas or information can present the greatest danger to mankind and the rest of life on Earth. Over the past centuries information systems like religion, language and politics carved the earth into various territories and shaped the globe. Though we don’t fully realize it presently, in the coming years we will begin to recognize that the primary thing shaping our world are these somewhat abstract equations, algorithms and mathematical information systems. I saw an interesting ted talk (http://www.ted.com/talks/kevin_slavin_how_algorithms_shape_our_world) that explains how these algorithms are literal transforming and terraforming the earth, overlaying this abstract space onto the physical world. What I see could be a threat is that these algorithms are now run at such incredible speed, sometimes even close to the speed of light that they have far exceeded the comprehension or control of humans. These processes are in a way so far removed from the natural reality they could “behave” in ways that have no regard for human life or the ecosystem. On a mythological level I think these algorithmic information systems could be viewed as demonic in that they are supernatural because they literally operate outside of the forces of nature. There are countless myths and fairly tales about people serving demonic forces because of the promise of great riches and power or of a scientist or magician whose creation has become out of control, like Dr. Frankenstein’s monster.
Although there are many negative possibilities I don’t hold a bleak outlook for the future of mankind. I think despite our many problems what we are experiencing are growing pains. I believe we are really still in our infancy as a species and despite all our shortcomings there is a bright future ahead for mankind.
Jocelyn James is a clairvoyant, empath and channeling medium who uses these gifts to benefit and honor the lives of others. She is also featured in the upcoming film, Time is Art, in which she gives Jennifer a reading that helps connect her with her guides that are supportive of her courage to face alcohol addiction and continue the healing process. She also shares her story in the 8th webisode of the ongoing web series, “SyncStories”.
“As a baby grows to be an adult, that innocent will always remain sacred. The love of Spirit can come through any spiritual consciousness, even if others don’t agree. For example, if someone, anyone, has a difficult experience and needs support, they should call on that which can aid in support. I might call on my grandparents who have left this Earth and watch over me. They love to help. It’s not strange and it certainly isn’t fear-based. Angels, Ancestors, Gods/Goddesses and Spirit Guides & Helpers have all evolved to help humankind exist within their own spiritual consciousness absent of fear. As the sacred texts have explained, all of these manifestations of Spirit help all beings. Guess what? They are all here with you and I in this place we call Earth right now and all of the time. They love us as they always have and they are not weird, too cool for you, or too holy to help. They love us all.” – Excerpt from the ebook: Angels of the Earth and the Living Goddesses by Jocelyn James
Has a dream you had ever come true?
So many come true. That’s the beauty of clairvoyance.
What’s a song that has special meaning for you?
Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge) by Jay Electronica, it’s beautiful and I can see the saints of Yoruba when I hear it.
What’s your most memorable synchronicity?
To date, when I see the bees buzzing around me I know it’s time to move out of a specific environment. Late fall, I realized it was time to move from my apartment because the bumblebees wouldn’t leave me alone. Shortly after, I realized that my landlord was not responsible. Thanks to those bees I started looking for a new place and then got one quickly before any harm could come my way. Animal spirit medicine = synchronicity.
In the 8th webisode of SyncStories, a web series in which people share stories about synchronicity, Jocelyn shares a story about the guidance she received from spiritual teachers who helped her understand her clairvoyant gifts which were at first, confusing and difficult to accept.
Do you believe in the afterlife?
I believe that existence changes with the shedding of our physical form.
If you could time travel, who would you like to meet?
I journey all the time and that’s a form of time travel. I love that I know my ancestors from 8 generations back and up.
If you woke up tomorrow with no fear, what would you do first?
I would roll back over and sleep in.
If you could change one aspect of your society what would it be?
Stop the hate! Embrace love for all!
If you could spend ten minutes with your ‘hero’ alive or dead what would you ask them?
I’d rather just listen to what they have to say.
What is one influential film that you feel has affected the collective unconscious, positively or negatively?
Pretty Woman, the leading man was cold and cruel to his lover, but he was very gallant in the end. And, yet, it is a modern fairy tale. He was alright by himself, but he was much more powerful with that woman. If the end was the beginning of the movie and he was consistently kind and loving to his beloved and vice versa, then that’s a good one.
If you had to move to another country tomorrow, where would you go?
Koh Phangan, Thailand. What a beautiful island.
What is the difference between living and existing?
It’s minimal. I think it’s the attitude of the one projecting their judgement. The truth is we all exist as we live and vice versa.
If you had to teach something, what would you teach?
Metaphysics, though I already teach Reiki. I’ll probably start doing some workshops on psychic discernment soon.
If you could choose one book as a mandatory read for all high school students, which book would you choose?
I would never want to make that choice for them. When I was in high school, I just waited for the teacher to recap the reading assignments in class and kept up with the mandatory books that way. I read most of them later, when I chose to.
What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
I listen with my spirit.
What is the most desirable trait human beings can possess?
Can you describe your life in a six word sentence?
Santo Antonio please help me find… (I just moved and am still unpacking.)
What is the difference between innocence and ignorance?
What do you love most about yourself?
My ability to make myself laugh and sometimes others.
Would you like to know about all your previous lifetimes so you can learn from your mistakes?
No, it would just preoccupy me.
How would you describe ‘freedom’ in your own words?
I think most people relate the word to an awareness of being without restraint but, in my mind freedom is each decision we make.
If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, who would you ask and what would you ask?
I do it all the time as a medium. I used to ask, “What happened?” but many times the answer was heartaching so now I ask, “How are you?”
What makes a person beautiful?
If you were forced to eliminate every physical possession from your life with the exception of what could fit into a single backpack, what would you put in it?
Peanut Butter, the puppy, not the food. She’s not a possession but she’d fit in my backpack.
When does silence convey more meaning than words? The truth of silence is more powerful than words.
Anything more than yes or no can be better answered with silence. If you ask a question and the other person is silent, you will feel the answer, truthfully.
What do you think about when you lie awake in bed?
What music do you listen to to lift your spirits when you’re feeling down?
It depends on why I’m down. I love Kanye West when I’m frustrated but I love Cree Summer & Subject to Change when I’ve got the blues.
What is one of your favorite quotes?
The grass is green.
What is your favorite fictional story? (novel, movie, fairytale, etc.)
The Tough Bretts episode from Flight of the Conchords. 🙂
What artistic medium do you use to express yourself?
Who or what is the greatest enemy of mankind?
Fear, everything else can be reconciled.
What does God mean to you?
Hopefully, the same thing as Spirit, Universe, Creator, Allah… that which is beyond the intellect.
How do you know when it’s time to let go of something or someone?
Sometimes the bees come. Usually I can see it fading away before it does but sometimes you don’t know until it’s gone.
What have you witnessed that has strengthened/weakened your faith in humanity?
Watching babies coming into the world. Strengthened.
What is your favorite adaptation of a book to a movie?
Horton Hears a Who. I love how one who sees through the reality (Horton), steps up to the plate and saves Who-manity. Plus, I love the voices– Jim Carrey, Steve Carrell, Carol Burnett… They changed the story for the film but I still like it.
What are some of your favorite books?
Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger, The Dhammapada, Sayings of the Buddha, Lafcadio the Lion Who Shot Back by Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein, A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Wolf, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman, Psychology and Religion by C.G. Jung, Wounded in the House of a Friend by Sonia Sanchez, Starring Sally J. Freeman by Judy Blume, The Women and the Men by Nikki Giovanni, Blood Song by Eric Drooker and Angels of the Earth and the Living Goddesses by Jocelyn
Do you think people can control their own destiny?
Yes, sort of. 🙂 We all are bound by karma and all the variables that exist within the reality of interdependence. So yes, but only to the extent that one person can shift life. If my destiny were to live only 25 years as Jocelyn I wouldn’t be able to change that. However, my use of those years within whatever circumstances I come into might have potential to shift my life’s outcomes and the lives of others. Yet, my time will be finite. I can’t change that time. People grieve a lot about being limited in relationship to the world and their own experiences in life. And, yet, we also rejoice when we see our individual impact or when we work together to influence life. There are Akashic records, there are agreements that are made by souls before they take physical form and then there are the decisions we make while we are here. These all affect what we call destiny.
What do you think we could do to best improve the education system?
Dismantle everything and then we’ll see.
Who is one of your favorite philosophers, spiritual leaders or adepts?
There are so many but I love Hafiz. He’s so honest.
Have you ever had contact with beings other than human beings?
All the time! It’s what I do. 🙂
Do you think the majority of human beings will ever live in true harmony with nature in this lifetime?
Yes and no. True harmony seems like a loaded term. Balance is relative, especially, in New York.
In this webisode Katy one of the producers and creators of the documentary, Time is Art, shares a story about The Sigel of Ameth and how she opened two different books (The Secret Teachings of All the Ages by Manley P Hall being one of them) to the very page explaining the angelic significance of the symbol.
The Sigil of Ameth (or Sigillum Dei Aemeth — “Ameth” is Hebrew for “truth” ) is best known as the large, complex circular symbol, with six pointed figures and the names of God and various angels incribed thereon. The sigil is known in relation to the Enochian workings of Dr. John Dee, as he was instructed to re-create it by angels he contacted during his scrying sessions with Edward Kelly. The sigil predates Dee, having first appeared in a thirteenth century grimoire; it was later expanded upon by Athanasius Kircher. The wax disk was positioned in several places on the Holy Table beneath Kelly’s scrying stone and under each leg. The sigil would then protect the workings from outside influences. It was also an amulet with the magical function that, according to one of the oldest sources (Liber iuratus), allowed the initiated magician to have power over all creatures except Archangels, but usually only reserved for those who can achieve the blessed vision of God and angels (beatific visionary).
Katy is a co-creator of Time is Art and his a musician and artist and derives much of her inspiration from ancient esoteric books and art.