Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Toward Perfect Information

A few years ago I had a shamanic vision of "expression-competition." A group of guys stood around in an urban setting, and competed as to who could convey more meanings with, and compact more concepts into, a single sound. A big, rotund fellow wearing a cap stood up, took a very deep breath, and exhaled a single sound that expressed sentences-worth of meaning, and the participants cheered. A strange vision, but not that strange.

It's said the greatest sermon of Shakyamuni Buddha was when he had held a flower, smiled, and didn't say a word. That pretty much said it all. Mantras, incantations, sigils, symbols, spells, etc. are hyper-semantic, hyper-semiotic and yet they interweave with morphic fields.

I'm quite convinced that the proliferation of diagnoses of Attention Deficit Disorder the world over is an aspect of evolutionary, morphogenetic adaptation to increasing historical "velocity" with respect to information exchange. Truncated, abbreviated, encoded information is an essential ingredient of daily parlance. I don't have ADD but I've must admit I've caught myself skipping tweets that are "too long."

This kind of instantaneous processing of much compacted data into shorter and shorter segments of information-conveyance is exactly an aspect of M. Gladwell's idea of "blink," it's exercising a heretofore atrophied dimension of supra-sensory perception. Evolution is proceeding toward the condensation of data into discrete quantum "packets."

For an obvious textual example, ':)' appended to the end of an otherwise potentially misconstrue-able text-message can soften it to avoid misunderstanding. Contextually ':)' would be packed with information, and makes an instantaneous connection on emotional, psychological, and psychic levels with very little cranking of cognitive wheels involved, as a device of information-negentropy. Linguistic-info data-compression is both textual and verbal.

However, the question remains as to if an actual devolutionary dumbing-down is happening, and less information (and hence more noise) is being transmitted by way of compression. Perhaps 'dumbing-down' needs to be defined in context, because in terms of conventional standards hitherto, yes, languages are getting deconstructed. People don't know the difference between 'your' and 'you're' any more since they are now both derivatives of 'ur' (it's probably not putting the cart before the horse to say that texting, instant-messaging, and chatting are more fundamental to language skills today than, say, book- and classroom learning). If a whole new generation learns the written language by way of networking venues, then abbreviations, acronyms, and "special-character" cypher-concatenations will become normative.

In that case, dumbing-down (by current standards, which already are very low, at least in the U.S.), information-transmission efficiency, and telepathic tapping-into sociolinguistic morphic fields will happen all at the same time. Honing the ability, even if unconsciously, of accessing collective repositories of morphic fields is far superior to being dependent on the bulwarks of cumbersome grammar, which can effectively thwart referential opacity.  

It seems that logico-grammatical entrenchment of social morphic fields was a provisional Habit to teleologically prepare human beings for a morphic-quantum, evolutionary jump to telepathic, nonlocal communication. It's a move away from Logos to Eros, toward a more inclusive mode of being.    


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Masters of Spirit

In late 1996 I was a middle-school math-sub at a local middle school, which was mostly for Native American children.  We had just moved to the area.  I saw the job opening and applied; I had to take a 7th-grade level math test, which I passed, and they were happy to have me.  I was told that the position had been open for three months, and no one could fill it because the applicants couldn't pass the test.  I was quite appalled, because the test wasn't difficult at all (I think it was lower than 7th-grade level).

The principal was a wonderful, regal man, and I built good rapport with the homeroom teacher of the sixth grade, call him Mr. B, who was so glad to finally have an assistant for his math class.  He was a spiritual man, a mystical Quaker.  He somehow knew that I wasn't just a mundane math-geek, and though I never mentioned it (and I never do), he extrapolated that I had a Buddha-bent about me; how he did it, I don't know, but he connected with me on a supernal plane.  

I'm a terrible disciplinarian, and if Mr. B wasn't in the room, the room would turn into a free-for-all romp for the happy children, even while I droned on about FOIL and finding solutions for polynomials.  But Mr. B didn't care, he was just happy to have me there, and I was grateful that he didn't expect me to do the teacher-thing that he did so well, so naturally, so strongly and yet kindly, like a father to those kids.  

When the time came for me to move on to another job, I commuted to the school in my usual way, went to class, and waited for my turn to tell Mr. B that that day was going to be my last.  He walked into the room, and I nodded to him.  I didn't say a word.  He looked up, and made a disappointed look.  "Yes," I said, and nothing more.  "Oh no," he said.  So I used words this time, and told him that it was going to be my last day.  And he exclaimed sadly, "I knew it!"      

We had had a non-verbal, telepathic moment, and I never forgot that "conversation."  I was invited to a Pow Wow of the school kids, thereafter.  They danced in a circle in traditional garbs, to beautiful chanting and drumming.  I noticed one of them, who was a very morose, melancholy girl during math class, who was flunking it big time.  She hated it, and was utterly despondent.  Mr. B had me counsel her, and I told her to not worry, that it wasn't important, and that it really didn't matter if she didn't know all that stuff.    

And I was glad that my counseling was correct; when she was in her element, she became free as bird, and danced ecstatically.  I couldn't believe that this was the same sad-sack math-flunker.  Watching her dance was incredibly beautiful; she wanted nothing of the thought-shackles of the conventional world. It was a symbolic moment for me, which had said more than words could ever say about the soaring Native Spirit.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

On Time Travel


Had a dream a couple days ago of trying to take the DeLorean that was the time-machine in the movie from the past, Back to the Future (1985).  A guy who owned the vehicle came around while I was pushing it out of the driveway in neutral, and said, "I know what you guys are up to.  Bring the car back after you're done with the joyride."  And that was the end of it.

Much later in my waking state I contemplated about how the movie's contemporaneous Marty McFly bedazzled the 1950's kids by just being himself, and the story had that part very correct; people do evolve because all morphic fields evolve, and that evolution is getting exponentially faster.  If say, a regular teenage Marty McFly of the 2010 decade were to travel back to 1985 (let alone 1955), he would blow their minds.  Even a NeoNeanderthal teen of the 2010 decade would be morphogenetically more evolved than a "maximally evolved" teen of 1985.    

I've had experiences of time loops and of time traveling; in one experience I traveled to a place and time approximately 1,200 years ago, in shamanic space, where my consciousness watched an entourage of travelers walking a path toward Ch'ang-an in T'ang era China, in the late 700's c.e. Gregorian.  My mind was completely still, watching, observing; they were off in the distance, people were moving, the sky was blue, but I was unable to affect anything.  I simply observed.  I was a passerby (as an aside, c.f. Gospel of Thomas, logion 42).

I thought of mind travel and physical time travel, there is a superficial difference, in that physical time has the law of Entropy at work, in which case that which is of the past has dissipated, become used up, exhausted; the material cannot be revisited physically, because the physical past, due to the second law of thermodynamics, goes into inertia.    

It is rather ironic that the premise of the Twin Paradox has to assume, to be a "sound" reductio ad absurdum, that space and time are Newtonian, and entropy-free.  By way of Entropy, which is like the critters in Stephen King's Langoliers, the past itself becomes inert, it becomes played out, used up; Entropy is a function of time, it could be said that time is Entropy.  Fields can be influenced, however, and the physical present as such in which one would astrally time-travel to the past has already been deterministically affected by the timeline-spiral that has been created by the visit to the Mind-space of the past; the traveler would have changed the present, hopefully for the better (the meaning of 'better' would be a whole topic in itself).  The material-physical is subject to Entropy, but Mind-as-such is not subject to Entropy.  

There is too much historical Noise to travel too far into the Future, at least for now, and there is an event horizon.  To observe the Future is one thing, trying to affect it is another.  What would be the basis of such karmic jostling of Butterfly Effects?  Either way, whether traveling to the past or into the Future, beware; observe and resonate well, and if you don't know how to do either, refrain from such activities, and become mindful in the present.  Mind is both Time and Timeless.