Posts Tagged ‘human evolution’

Which way is UP?

Which way is UP?

What if…

What if life on this planet rose from a space faring race who only come down into the gravity wells of solar systems to feed, breed, and seed the next generation of life?

What if the human form is a part of that process?

What if one could recognize the evolutionary step that would take us back to the stars by the simple test of symmetry?

The evolutionary progression of biological symmetry goes from none (your distant cousins, the sponges) to radial symmetry (jellyfish and anemones) to bilateral symmetry (all vertebrates). Because of gravity, no form of life can be said to be spherically symmetric because, no matter what the environment, things need to know the difference between up and down.

Yet the conscious awareness of our own spherical symmetry is the skill set we are missing if we are to travel between stars or between dimensions.

After all, the only thing keeping human awareness from exploring the pan-dimensional universe is our inability to shed the need for an UP and a Down. For now, we must work the baby steps. Shoot for the rudimentary skill set; the ability to exchange UP with Down with Sideways at a moments notice.

What if the seemingly exponential explosion of neurological disorders like autism and ADD or OCD is not a sign that our genes are faulty but that the First Mother, who turned a corner and walked into this world to seed this gravity well, had a plan and a time schedule that ticks away inside the matrix of life on this planet, an internal clock that is forcing change upon the human species, not on their physical appearance but in the way the mind deals with the illusions and trappings of spacial reality?

What if we are meant to touch the ineffable, make it real, and learn to follow where it leads, out of the world and beyond this dimension?

What if, one day, those who “get it” simply walk out of the world. Would it be magic or miracle?

Or would it simply be growing up and leaving the nest?


Walking out of the World

Walking out of the World


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imagining perfection

imagining perfection

Science fiction is the tool used by those who wish to reinvent our history or imagine the future. Once upon a time, the historical philosopher might say. What if, the futurists ask.

What if our future was not so apocalyptic as some like to imagine.  Perhaps in all those possible timelines, in all those possible futures, there is a bright hope that does not involve zombies or the collapse of civilization or the ultimate apocalypse of species extinction.

The Nox was the concept of the writers of Stargate SG-1. They needed a perfect race. Someone who had figured out how to live in harmony with all things but who still had a sophisticated technological society. They needed a race that had figured out how to cheat death with the power of their will and their minds.

A lovely idea. But, one wonders, how did they get that way? Surely they were like humans of the present day.  What steps, what choices did they make that took them down the path to ascendance and a higher sentience?

Ascendance would only be a natural consequence of being a warlike and bloody minded people for it would take knowing the extremes of Darkness in order to appreciate the Light. Evolution is a pendulum swing that requires great forces to create great changes, after all.

Here is an amazingly transforming game. Imagine becoming the Nox. Then act as if this evolution had already happened. Now look around at the world and see it with your Nox eyes.

Something curious happens.

Hidden, amid all the seemingly random bits of chaos that is our modern life, there are seeds and nuggets of the beginning transformation into a species that fully intends to not only survive but thrive in harmony with each other and the planet we live on. You will not find it on the evening news or in the frenetic attention whoring of the news aggregating sites nor on the social networking sites.

Right now, there is a quiet revolution taking place as people stop waiting for things to change and begin making things change. Humans are at there best when they are solving problems and inventing solutions. What they are inventing is the future and it is the future that will put us on the path to becomging the Nox.

What does this future look like? It looks like urban villages. It looks like community gardens. It looks like non-profit health care co-ops. It looks like Critical Mass. It looks like the gradual abolishing of the Drug Wars. It looks like awareness and education and social consciousness through the transparent lens of the internet. It looks like networking circles and barter groups. It looks like the movement to live simple and simply live. It looks like shinning the spot light of public awareness into every little nook and cranny of our lives and stirring up the Shadows that still lurk in the cracks and crevices.

Once long ago it is said that the goddess Durga, in order to defeat the demon Raktabija, drank its blood to keep it from regenerating. It worked but Durga went mad as a result and turned into the goddess of destruction, Kali. It is only when her husband and lover, Shiva, stepped in front of her blade that her rage was quenched and she returned to being her true self.

This, if you think about it, is a very good analogy for the evolution of the human species. There was a time when it was needful and right for us to be Kali but one cannot stay Kali forever. There is no love or intimacy in Kali’s heart. The only cure for Kali’s loneliness is to put down the sword and remember that she is the Divine Mother.

Perhaps the Nox came to that same conclusion. Perhaps it is time to leave off carving a place for ourselves in the Universe and begin nurturing that which we have created. Let us hope we are on the right path.

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forgotten stones

forgotten stones


They say there would be no gods if man did not worship them. Where have the deities of the Egyptians and the Greeks and the Romans gone? They are ghosts, forgotten and grown silent in our neglect. This is the nature of sentience in a consensus reality. A thing only has power when we grant it that power by believing in it. The more believers a thing has, the more powerful and autonomous its sentience.

Man has invented, embraced and then discarded more organizing systems in the last ten thousand years than can be counted.

This is the nature of humanity, that he never stagnates. What we believe today is not what we believed yesterday and it will certainly not be what we will think tomorrow.

Some say that if you are unhappy with the current socio-ecomonic-political climate then you should be patient because it is bound to change.

I say your unhappiness is a sign that you have already moved on.

Look around. You are not alone in your unhappiness. No one ever is. We are a social animal with a shared Hive Mind. Someone, somewhere, out of sheer necessity, has invented The Next Thing. One by one, we will discover our new path and change direction. We call this phenomenon the Wave of the Future. It is a tsunami that will wash over all of us, eventually. Change is inevitable.

The temper tantrums of the fading systems become more violent, more bizarre, more laughably, ludicrously insane as their believers stop believing in them. Can you blame them? Even mindless, soulless sentient systems recognize the act of dying. They are living things with no higher self so dying is a terrible and terrifying process. The irony is that their death struggles only drive their believers away faster, thereby speeding their demise.

You know the end is near when the systems begin to rot from the inside out. People like Bradly Manning and Edward Snowden are symptoms of a particular kind of cancer that afflicts organizations that have long since ceased to serve a purpose. How bad can it be when the very people who depend upon a system for their livelihood would much rather take a suicidal leap into the unknown abyss than continue to align themselves with energies so out of sync with reality that they seem to create a vacuum filled dissonance around themselves as a protective barrier.

Soon the Hive Mind will shake itself free of the constraints of the old systems and move on. It has happened thousands of times before and it will happen a thousand more before man is done and gone. Like a snake shedding its old skin, we will scratch the itch until the vacuum between the new us and the old us is broken open and the old us falls away.

Now is not the time to be sleepwalking through life.  The last thing you want is to be caught on the wrong side, clinging to detritus while the rest of the world moves on with Life.

the ruins of history

the ruins of history

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What is it about humans, that we take something simple like the teachings of a carpenter from Nazareth or an Arab philosopher and build on it until the original simple idea is lost under a super structure of human hubris and control. Even Joseph Smith, for all that he claims to have channeled a very complicated litany of rules from the angels, started a church based on a few simple core beliefs. What exists now for those religions is virtually unrecognizable as having come from those simple beginnings.

Only now, in the rise of the human intimacy given by internet and cloud, do we look back on our dependency on religion and shake our heads in wonder that we were so deluded.

And yet we have so very much further to go.

We have done to law and social order what we did to our religions. A core of simple rules has become a tottering tower of laws that threaten to topple over with the addition of every new law written.

Logic says that this is a cycle. That countries rise and countries fall, brought down by rebellion or coup or monetary collapse caused by the rigid rigor mortis of old age. That we must start over, like a game of Jenga after that last brick was removed and the whole structure fell down. Wipe the slate, rewrite the rules, make a new Constitution.

But in truth, starting over at square one is only a kind of  Groundhog Day pause in the progression of human evolution while we stop to consider the next step that will get us out of the do-loop.

Did we reinvent religion when it no longer served its purpose? No. We abandoned it, dropping the crutch and walking fee. So to will it be with the rigid thing we call the Rule of Law. And we will do it for very much the same reasons.

When you achieve full consciousness and embrace your sentience, do you really need someone else telling you to do the right thing, when the right thing is so patently obvious and ingrained in your core nature that it is insulting that someone thinks they need to tell you what it is?

And would you listen, when it became apparent that everything they told you was so terribly wrong headed that it was reduced to laughable comedy?

Laughter is the final nail in the coffin lid of all useless things, after all. The monsters under the bed, the boogyman in the closet, the humorless, authoritarian god, the ridiculous cops, judges, and politicians;  they all disappear, shattered and shredded when first we laugh at them instead of being angry or outraged. There is a very fine line between tragedy and a full blown farcical comedy.

You know you are free when they can make you laugh.

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This guy is interesting but his ultimate conclusion is flawed. Cut to the last five minutes to get the gist, if you are short on time.

Oh, he is probably right about predicting the future of the green Ikea boxes but his assumptions about the blue Ikea box is short sighted and limited by his Euro-centric life style. Really? Getting on an airplane and going somewhere exotic on vacation is the culmination all human aspiration? Wow. Your Aryan Overlord slip is showing.

No, that is mean. Perhaps all Scandinavians, stuck in a world of perpetual light deprivation for half the year, dream of going somewhere sunny to ease their low-light induced depression. Let’s just assume that his scientific mindset will not allow him to imagine any further than what his logical mind can see and measure and he cannot imagine, with his scientific left frontal cortex, something better.

First of all, the human drive to invent is a means to an end. Look about you and be reassured that what you see in the modern world is not the culmination of human evolution. Technology is not our goal but our tool. All that stuff, all those inventions and patents and gadgets and games and machines are not what we aspire to. They are merely booster rockets that are taking us where we need to go. Think of them as the stalk of the slime mold. A bridge to someplace new.

Perhaps the slime mold analogy is too simple (and a little too ooky). Let’s take an example from science fiction.  After all, it is only in science fiction that we can find the images and ideas of the future our hive mind aspires to.

In the Star Gate television series, the stargates were created by the Ancients, a mysterious group of humanoid creatures who have since morphed into a higher level of energetic existence. Through hard work, self sacrifice and the expenditure of massive amounts of energy and raw materials, a handful of Ancients traveled to millions of planets and installed a stargate on every planet with a viable environment, thus connecting the universe together like strands of pearls. One has to imagine they had to sort through a lot of rocks to find just one pearl, and it took many, many lifetimes to complete the process, and that the endless travel would have seemed excruciatingly tedious after a while, but considering the results, I am sure they thought the effort was worth it.

Why? Because after that, what had been done using the resources of entire solar systems, could be done with a bit of power and one simple step through space/time. Thus, the many benefit from the toil of the few:  Star travel for the masses achieved without trying to do the impossible, IE, having everyone arrive at the goal simultaneously.

So, going back to the analog example of Ikea boxes, the assumption was made that the green boxes are trying to catch up with the blue boxes. This is actually a flawed assumption, as well. The blue boxes have been working diligently to get a green box underneath them to act as a place holder so they can step out of their comfort zone and shift over into the next new place.

What took a massive effort of many generations and much trial and error and the resources of an entire planet (becoming a blue box) now only takes ten years. All the mistakes have already been made, for any green box to see and avoid, and the winner will be the green box who learns from that history. The wasteful technologies have fallen by the wayside, having served their purpose. Our tiny little planet can now support 8 billion people using the same resources once used by half that many.

So, where is the blue Ikea box headed? What are the aspirations of the humans of the next level of evolution. One need only look at what our current toys do for us.

Here are a few examples: We can are one touch away from any human on the planet. For the first time in history, all of human history is available to anyone with an internet connection and a reader. Distance means nothing. We travel to get away from our toys but the toys follow us. We are loosing our penchant for games of war and arenas of conflict through our constant immersion in the virtual realities of on-line video games. (We have reduced to 80 hours of game time a hundred lifetimes of effort. Think of another iconic scifi moment: the computer in Wargames frenetically playing itself to arrive at the inevitable conclusion.) The walls have come down and the borders are dissolving between countries and people. Language is no longer a barrier. (yes, I am waiting for the invention of the babel fish, by the way)

Eventually, the gadgets will get smaller and more efficient. Perhaps, eventually, we will begin to view them as crutches, and they will fall by the wayside, as the booster rocket drops away from the space vessel. Then, true harmony will descend upon the human species, as we embrace our hive mind and become at peace with our new nature.

Because the point of all this effort, is taking us to one inevitable conclusion. We, the planet, the stars, all the Universe and everything we can imagine beyond that, we are all part and parcel of the same system. We are all one. This is our core belief, the engine that drives all invention, and the place we are going, despite every effort to the contrary.

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Let’s pretend. Let’s pretend that you have stepped through the door and embraced your own evolution.

So, there you are, looking about you, at this place you used to call home, with your new and improved eyes, with your evolved perception of what is real, and you shake your head. How did it get this bad? Where did it all go wrong? How can I fix what appears to be patently unfix-able?

Well, the answer to that questions is problematic, (paradoxical, if you will).

We are like a snake having just shed our skin. Exhausted. Cranky. Soft skinned and overly sensitive. Just plain pissed off and not sure who to blame.

We’ve been slithering along thinking we had learned to accommodate a skin that pinched under the arms and stretched tight over our ass, making us look fat, thinking we could learn to live with just about anything, even this, when, damn, our nose starts peeling and everything starts coming loose all at once and there is nothing to be done but hook the loose bits into something solid so we can work our way free. A wise snake slithers free and never looks back.

But we are humans, not snakes. We think we need to look back, to understand why.

So we turn and look. There it lies, that empty skin, along with any tick or parasite that we happened to pick up along the journey, and we think, wow, what is that? That looks nothing like me. Why did I resist the change for so long?

That’s the healthy response.

But some of us want to cling to the old form of being. The ones who are good at denial and self delusion try to wiggle back into the skin, to no avail. Perhaps we gather it up, staple it back together, and duct tape it back on, hoping no one will notice the frayed edges and the new skin peaking out. When that does not work, we get angry at the skin. Stupid skin, getting all small and constraining. Why couldn’t it keep on doing what it was meant to do?

There are those who say that humans seek their own demise, that all our behaviors, no matter what the intent, take us inevitably towards that point of dissolution between snake and skin. Negative labels are applied this inevitable change, because all change is bad. Right? Right? They point fingers at the corrupt and dysfunctional institutions and social systems as the cause of this change. They say the belief in Armageddon becomes a self fulfilling prophesy, ensuring that we are doomed to the future that we fear the most.

Perhaps it would be better to think the opposite. Perhaps it is the tick tock clock of our own evolution that has caused the failure of the social order. If you look around and discover that things have ceased to serve their function, rejoice. The change is upon you.

In the face of epic change, let the broke stay broke. Trying to fix the unfix-able only postpones the inevitable outcome.

Be the snake. Slither free and don’t look back.

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I true dream. It is one of the tools I use to problem solve. Whenever I encounter an illogical, crazy and/or destructive behavior or situation in my studies of the universe, the planet or the human condition my brain goes into a delighted fugue. Yay, Another puzzle! When I discover a puzzle, I do the right brain equivalent of getting out of the car and walking around it to kick the tires and look under the hood. Then I sleep on it. I have amazing dreams.

The problem with trying to understand the human condition is that we are one big ball of convoluted, obfuscated, and just plain wrong headed beliefs that are based on an incomplete understanding of the nature of life, death, and creation and for the most part, very few of us have figured out where we fit in the big picture. In the world of puzzle solving, trying to understand the nature of being human is the equivalent of trying to untie the Gorgon Knot.

Oh, I did not start out with such a lofty goal. Who was I to solve the problems of humanity? I couldn’t even balance my check book. No, I started out small. I wanted what everyone wants when they first begin to understand that something about their life might be irreparable broken. I tried to solve the puzzle of me. I walked into the heart of my chaos and dared the universe and the powers that be to show me what I needed to know. (Do not try this at home, children. It’s akin to sticking your finger in a light socket: a whole lot of information blasts through your brain looking for someplace to call home.) Pandora, upon opening her box, could not have been any more surprised than I. After I managed to control the crazy, I began the almost insurmountable task of translating that information into language.

My life, like every other living thing on this planet and in this reality well, is part of the greater whole and if I am to solve the puzzle of my life, I must solve the greater puzzle. Using the Gorgon Knot analogy: every life is a rope that stretches from the beginning of time to the end of time; the Present, the moment in time that you perceive with your left brain as being Now, is the Knot into which all space/time is compressed; trying to untangle one rope means you must untangle all of them. (Alexander the Great supposedly solved his knotty problem by hacking the knot apart with his sword, a clever cheat if one is not above total annihilation as a means of problem solving. I would hope our mental acumen has become a little more subtle in 2300 years.)

My quest to unravel my relationships with my family had morphed into something bigger and was now somehow directly linked to the inception of life on this planet. Der? Imagine coming out of a meditation with that answer. It made as much sense as the Ultimate Answer in Douglas Adam’s ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’. Oh, great, I thought, phreakin 42. Now, what was the Ultimate Question?

Not long after this, I had my dream about the Cow-eared Boy.

A farmer was giving me a tour of his calf barn. He wanted to show me his newest calves, products of his intensive breeding program to better the species for milk production. But instead of bottle feeding calves, he fed things that were half human, baby cows with arms and hands. The babies wanted to reach out and help hold the bottle but the farmer kept slapping their hands away. The farmer wanted his calves to act like calves, but the calves had become something else, something more, and they were as equally intent on exploring the limits of their new bodies as the farmer was in preventing it.

I questioned his brutal methods. He took me out into the pasture where he kept the mothers and fathers and older calves. Imagine cows with sharp teeth and sharp hooves. The cattle were locked in pitch battles, male against male, mother against father, waging mindless violence against themselves, a life and death struggle that ravaged their numbers and crushed their children to death under its weight.

One could not fault the farmer for wanting to breed out the violence. Neither could one fault his belief that no matter what the breeding, the cows came from wild stock and would always be a brutal and vicious species and that one should not encourage human like skills in the herd.

What was the solution? I could not return the mutated herd to the wild. The farmer had altered them too much. They would never survive, being half human and half cow.

In the dream, I took one of the calves into the farmhouse and gave it a bottle, rocking it in my arms like a real child. It became a human baby…except for those pesky ears. We would to have to do something about those cow ears eventually.

In all the debate about evolution, human evolution in particular, no one bothers to interview the farmers and the breeders who have been practicing the art of selective breeding for ten thousand years. They will tell you that in the space of two generations you can irrevocably alter the nature of any species, including the human species. Humans do not perceive the change in themselves because we have created intricate civilizations to insulated our physical selves from the forces of nature, thus relieving our bodies of the exhausting need to accommodate environmental change. That does not mean we are protected from change. As any anthropologist will tell you, we have changed radically since the dawn of history. What are the forces that alter us? We have always been our own worst enemy. The history of human violence can also be a road map of the subtle shift in human awareness. It is not our bodies that are evolving, after all, it is our brains. We are all reaching for that brass ring called sentience.

The question is, will we be able to make the final leap into full sentience or will our cow ears betray us in the end, taking us down the path of the dodo, the mammoth and every other species who ultimately failed to change enough to survive?

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