"Out of all the conscious communication between
the hominids came a totally unpredictable by-product; pulsed electromagnetic energy
signals and a new level of global awareness formed by many hominid minds focusing on the
electronic signals. These signals - radio, television, and now satellite communication
networks and global computer networks - form GEIA, a Global Electronic Interlocked
Awareness. This moves us into still another level of the hour-glass shape where, among
other things, awareness has reached the capability to communicate with the speed of light
anywhere. Anywhere at all. Including communication with other living stellar systems, if
they exist. The electronic network is rapidly gaining the capability - hell, it already
DOES have the ability to control the behavior, the movements, the placement in space and
time of all the hominids on the planet." "Are you
implying the GEIA is capable of self-thought? It's alive and conscious? Oh, hold on. Oh
that's very neat. You've done away with that question, haven't you? I mean, the GEIA level
still has all the other levels....it is simply a matter of, of, of...well, uh... wait a
minute... reorganizing?"
"Well, maybe learning is a better word. The individual
creatures and concepts and what they are all doing at this particular instant, are all
manifestations of a network of communications, one that learns and then reorganizes
itself. The question of "is this stage or that stage alive" is inappropriate to
the system as I understand it. The whole network is life, from the bacteria right through
to the boob-tubes. Consciousness is an integrated function of life which grows more
complex in quantum leaps, as life-forms learn new behavior patterns within the global
network."
"Boob-tubes increase consciousness?" Freddy's
expression is one of complete disbelief.
"If you stick to the meaning of consciousness as knowing
together, yeah. When the Land of Mink and Money listens to Johnny Carson millions and
millions of minds all are perfectly synchronized."
"Oh my, that is a gruesome thought." Bill winces.
"Really, it depends on your definitions and understanding of
life, consciousness and intelligence. Ask most people if the planet is alive, conscious,
intelligent, and they'll have an opinion, yes or no. But ask them to define those same
words and they can't. Go ahead, Bill, what does the word intelligence mean?"
"Oh, uh, OK, OK...lets see, lets see. What about the ability to
learn from experience, respond correctly to a new experience, and of course, there is the
alternative meaning of collecting secret information as in the intelligence
community."
"A misnomer if ever I heard one," comments Freddy, going
below to check on dinner.
"Not bad, actually, better than many people would do. Look
here, I unlimber my battered old Webster dictionary. Intelligence....see intellect for the
original meaning...ahh, yes, intellect comes from inter - between, among + ligere,
to gather, pick or choose. To be able to pick or choose between different aspects of the
environment. To isolate and gather information and then select one path of behavior over
another. A man has a great intellect if he can quickly see the heart of a problem and act
to solve it correctly. If we adopt the original meaning of the word, or even if we take
the modern definition of intelligence as the ability to learn from experience, to acquire
and retain knowledge, we find this, like consciousness, is one of the basic functions of
all living beings. Hell, even a virus can recognize differences in its environment and
make a decision as to what it should do. Even a virus is intelligent by the original
definition."
"If that's the definition of intelligence," says Freddy
says from below, "the White House is in a lot of trouble."
"Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, oh dear, yes indeed. Quite right there,
only the problem isn't limited to your government. But I see what you mean, Richard,
Asking the question 'is there intelligent life in the White House,' is really
inappropriate if, in fact, the ability to identify and respond to differences in the
environment is a characteristic of all life."
"Cockroaches are really quick studies," Freddy attacks one
which is scampering over the galley counter. Pago Pago is the cockroach center of the
Pacific. "Maybe there is intelligence in the White House after all."
"OK, anyway, you get the idea. The whole system is a network of
being, one which keeps learning, changing, developing. No part of it is isolated or
independent or unaffected by changes within the fabric of the planetary life system. The
President is one element in the vast flow of information in the system. He is locked into
his position by an infinite number of forces, ranging from his own biological condition
and dependance on sleep, food, water, breathing on one end of the scale, to the global
political and economic climate on the other end of the scale. What he does or does not do
is often beyond his personal intellectual control. He selects, but he does not often have
the chance to influence what alternatives are available." It is now pretty dark so we
head below.
"This reminds me of another passage in here." Bill picks
up the Foundations of Tibetan Mysticism, "The ancient Tibetans understood all this.
They had different words for it, but essentially....Here, here we are, just look at
this." He hands me the book and I read, "Thus the consciousness of a higher
dimension consists in the coordinated and simultaneous perception of several systems of
relationship or directions of movement, in a wider, more comprehensive unity, without
destroying the individual characteristics of the integrated lower dimensions. The reality
of a lower dimension is therefore not annihilated by a higher one, but only 'relativized'
or put into another perspective of values"....
"Yes, that says it pretty well, I think." My eye catches a
phrase on the next page, "...we become conscious of a supra-individual karmic
interrelatedness, comprising nations, races, civilizations, humanity, planets, solar
systems and finally the whole universe. In short, we arrive at the perception of a cosmic
world order, an infinite mutual relationship of all things, beings and events, until we
finally realize the universality of consciousness..."
"You see? I thought you'd be interested in that book. Most of
the ideas in it are thousands of years old. Oh, my word, that's absolutely
wonderful!" Bill exclaims as Freddy sets a huge bowl of Lasagna on the dinette.
As we eat I steal glances at the Tibetan Mysticism book. Of course,
I realize many Buddhist concepts parallel This Magic Sea. In fact, my readings in these
areas helped me understand the process. Chinese writings - especially Lao Tzu's "Tao
Te Ching"and the "I Ching", are filled with thoughts about this Magic Sea.:
There are ways but
the Way is uncharted;
There are names but not nature in
words:
Nameless indeed is the source of
creation
But things have a mother and she has a name. |
The Tibetan book is focused right on the essence of
This Magic Sea. Unfortunately, it is loaded with obscure mystic remarks and references to
various gods. As I page through it I see elaborate mandalas. The explanations of these
metaphysical symbols are hopelessly complex. Here is a huge maze-like diagram. The
Tibetans have divided up the body of man into five layers, the Physical body, Pranic body,
thought-body, consciousness body, and inspirational body. There are elaborate exercises
for attaining consciousness of the various levels of mind. Every page of the book is
sprinkled with incomprehensible words done in italic, some Sanskrit, some Tibetan. How
about, "sa-la gnas-pahi rig-hdzin as the White Knowledge Holder having the
earth-element as his abode, embraced by the white Dakini."
"You can read it later," Freddy murmurs gently as she
kicks me under the table.
"What? Oh, right." I slide the book aside and smile
sheepishly. "I was just thinking how the book suffers from the same problem as all
the modern attempts to talk about these subjects. The secrets of the gods truly are
secrets of language. It seems any literary work to deal with these subjects gets clouded
with incomprehensible nonsense."
"Science is not immune to the same problem," Bill points
out.
"Not in exactly the same way. All the attempts to deal with
this topic seem to suffer from the same literary problem. WeTellurians are so
enthusiastic, so delighted, so fanatic, about knowing about the interaction of the larger
and smaller selves, we talk about it in a very awkward style."
"Everyone tends to be a bit suspicious of excessive
enthusiasm," Freddy looks at me meaningfully.
"Occultism, mysticism, reincarnation - secrets, mysteries, and
gods. All wrapped up in an awkward style with common language mixed with incomprehensible
jargonese and few, if any references. Yet the phenomenon is the very thread of existence,
the most ordinary and simple thing there is."
"Secrets, Mysteries and Gods?," Freddy nods thoughtfully.
"This Magic Sea and the Moirae?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean," I try to make it sound
neutral but Freddy's quip bit me hard and I'm pissed. "Lyall Watson and extrasensory
supernature concepts, Burr's Electrodynamic theory of life, Derry's living planet in the
Boundaries of Knowledge Series, Harding's Hierarchy of Heaven and Earth, Stringer's Secret
of the Gods, Murchie's Seven Mysteries of Life, Lovelock's Gaia Hypothesis. The only
author who has handled it at all well is Lewis Thomas with his Lives of A Cell. And Loren
Eisley's Invisible Pyramid.
"So why not write it like Thomas and Eisley?" Freddy
argues.
"Because they say it but don't say it. They are so nice and so
easy to read the message gets lost. Like Ralph Gerard with his essay, Becoming, the
Residue of Change. It was the most intelligent paper on Evolution in the big three volume,
centennial work on Evolution after Darwin. His paper was and has been completely ignored.
It's as if there is some overriding reason why these ideas CAN'T be widely known." Now I'm really wound up, sounding paranoid.
"Let us all take a moment and adjust our aluminum skull
caps," Freddy gives me a wild-eyed look. I feel my face flush.
"I do like your treasure map idea," Bill is trying hard to
keep from guffawing but he is not succeeding very well. "Really, it's like any
treasure map, you know. It won't mean anything to someone who just looks at the map
itself. Needs some explanations, doesn't it?"
"Worse than that, the explanation is a poem which also makes
little sense unless you already have some feeling for the treasure and have some knowledge
about nature and life." There follows several minutes of devoted silence as the three
of us shovel Freddy's Mystic Lasagna into our deeper inner selves.
"Oh, that was excellent, Freddy, really lovely," Bill sits
back and smiles at Freddy.
"Mmmfff," I mumble with my mouth still full of the
irresistible meal.
"How about some coffee and desert?" Freddy snatches the
bowl of lasagna from my greedy fingers before I can make a fool out of myself by gobbling
a third helping.
"Why yes, thank you. I really am interested in treasure, you
know. Gold, in particular. One of my hobbies. I've traced down several treasures here in
the South Pacific. I actually had a go at one in Saipan a few years ago. We had an
excellent map. It seems the Japanese stashed a rather large quantity of Gold on Saipan
just before the American invasion. They put it into a cave and exploded some charges to
seal it off. Quite a lot of gold, actually. Well, we got hold of this map and went to have
a look." Bill pauses to accept the coffee and cake from Freddy, "Oh, this is
too, too much, thank you."
"So? did you find it?" Freddy asks.
"Oh yes. Yes indeed. Found the site without too much bother.
The only problem was that we'd need some serious earth moving gear to get at it. Over the
years - they have brutal typhoons there you know - the whole hill has washed down. Worst
luck, it isn't far from the main town and treasure excavation is not the sort of thing one
can do on federal land in plain view. But it was a fun adventure, anyway. Perhaps one day
I'll find a way to get at it. Meanwhile, the gold will keep and there are other treasures
around. Can we have a look at the poem?"
"Huh? Oh, right. The poem. What I've done is make the poem and
the treasure map into a kind of educational game. I made the poem into a video-poem, see,
with images from the real sea. This Magic Sea would be shown to students and then they
have to find keys to understanding the treasure map in the video. With the help of the
teacher. Anyway, here's the poem and it's visual script." I hand Bill the well worn
copy of the script and he puts on a pair of reading glasses and begins to read.
Bill looks up and asks, "We refers to all of life, to the whole
integrated network of communications, is that right?"
"Right. Two young Samoan girls and I read the script for the
sound track. We alternate voices to give the script texture and to give life to the
"We" in the lines."
"Oh, I like this, I like this, yes. "We are the thread
of awareness in chaos. We are a crystal memory in a magic sea. We are the image at the
focus of awareness as sunlight flows through the lens of mind. We are life, and life is
thought made visible." That's really lovely. I'd love to see the whole thing when
it's finished. There's so much I'd have to sit down and think about each line."
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