"Strive to discover the mystery before life is taken from you.
If while living you fail to find yourself, to know yourself,
how will you be able to understand the secret of your existence when you die?"
-Attar The Conference of The Birds
One of my earliest difficulties in my life has been translating, integrating and processing what form of ghost presents itself in the mirror of my presence in relation to the framing of reality. As a species adapted to the organic constraints of sensory perception in relation to the spiders web of composite relationships which function as the persona of a digestive organ, one inhabits a paradox imbued with the difficulties and psychology of others in relation to adapting to this manner of contingent existence. One sort of ghost pusues another inamuch as a snake eats it's own tail. Is it not? One wonders if that which we are behind the compendium of images set to the score of conceptual language, is a chimera, a parasitic identity that has unwitting wrapped itself around an ill fitting frame that is woven as a tapestry that we ourselves author. Perhaps this is the conundrum faced by the disembodied as well as those that are fleeting held in a sensory membrane which is incapable of transcending it's own self referential terms. One has to only consider that the main aim of words is that of indicating to, and eliciting in, the listener or reader a specific conscious experience: namely, the conscious experience referred to by their meanings. Words achieve their main aim by conveying the condensed instructions on the attentional operations one has to perform if one wants to consciously experience what is expressed through and by them. By describing the conscious experiences elicited by words in terms of the attentional operations that are responsible for the production of such conscious experiences,and so perhaps we have the embedding membrane of language is a limited attenuating feature of the potentiality of consciousness. It writes experiential terms which may have profoundly subtle implications in relation both awareness and cognition as it plays perhaps a defining role in the equations of self perception. Do our terms precede and form what we term reality to a larger extent... more so,in a circular fashion, than we currently recognize? In other words, language as a simulation program may anticipate outcomes in life as well as within a disembodied state.
We become the image we have donned and the authoring of constraints accompany us into a delimiting environment, where clinging upon them is a refuge, as much as they were in the lives we occupy at the present. However in the case of whatever ghost we care to examine, they all share the same nature of a form of self containment, which either waxes or wanes as a scrim, according to one's inhabitation of a potential.This potential is either s firm structural encasement which acts as a repellent moat of distinctions set as reality maps or is one that is susceptible to permeation in varying degrees. These degrees of crystallization are perhaps the self same degrees of separation that are so uniform that they serve as a defensive barrier to any presumed threat of a viral infection presented by a reorientation of terms or they may well be representative of a state of pathological infection in of itself. The orientation of the state and station of the observer may well define one's own capacity to discern the difference between the two. Or, they may be one and the same as a self comforting psychology of temporal absolutes, postulated and arranged according to ones factoring of a presumed threat. Ghosts appear to be an effective litmus test of ones orientation toward the structural permeability of persona.We fail to notice that even language is in of itself but a referential simulation of a nameless reality that supersedes our terms.
What is the discerning demarcation between those who hunt ghosts and the ghosts themselves? Despite the inability to comprehend who and what they are, these hunters of ghosts slyly offer assistance as though it were not a transparent lure based upon a conceit that is as transparent as their quarry. Perhaps some time in introspection toward ones own uncertainty is directly proportional to one's propensity to appear as a buffoon chasing one's tail with an offer of feigned omnipotence.
Diagnosed some time ago as having a condition termed Asperger's Syndrome, has led me to reflect on my pathway as a mutational variant of a proverbial window that has, for me, naturally inverted my positioning in relation to what is consensually defined as reality, as a proclivity or disposition toward what material we gather together that for each of us, uniquely, defines what is paranormal in relation to that composite creature of artifice, the contingent self of images set in the mortar of defensive certainty.
My unattenuated visual cognition, from the onset has always predominated my capability to frame it with conceptual bromides. This portion of the autistic spectrum led me to see reality unframed which, in turn, led to an unedited and disorienting process of placing this within a hierarchy wherein this emphasis of form does not interfere or redirect with my interaction with others. I suspect my brethren further up the autistic spectrum are more overwhelmed than I. We seem to have a problem of adaptation or perhaps we represent an alternative pathway of cognition that is as of this date, gestates in a formative station of organization.
The first thing that struck me was the folded symmetry of forms, whether it was a tree or a human being, both are transference of the transmission and exchange of reorganizing energy as proverbial stops on a piano, whose hymnal is the energetic organization of a skeletal form upon a potentiality, whether it is an evolutionary cascade toward greater complexity or a fractal reverberation. The dimensional variations of this geometric crystallization of naturally organic radial,bilateral or asymmetric forms I saw in others as a metaphor of witnessing walking plants or cellular envelopes with two holes punched through them as blackened widows whose corneal rims pulled in the energetic substances of relations as an induction of feeding upon experiential information...leading to what greater complexity wrapped within the forms we provide ourselves, that we don as if clothing? This exponential expansion containerized of a node within a matrix of fractal compatriots is experienced visually as one half of a bizarre dimensional equation akin to a highly strange form of grafting two disparate inter dimensional geometries. It was if myself as well as everyone else wore a biological space suit as an absorbent coating to ingest... to feed upon materiality as a natural resource and did not notice in any manner how bizarre this arrangement of process was or is as though everyone was dreaming of being something other than what they were, in an unquestioning manner, as an adaptive strategy run amok, lost in the abstractions of their ill fitting equations. At the same time, we live in a haunted house whose walls are that of the ivory cranium whose hidden desires and buried secrets were so memorably preserved within the brilliant metaphor expressed by The Fall of The House Of Usher. We shine our lights into a structure that is not what it appears to be on the surface of it's nature which confronts our senses. We are haunted as well as haunting a repository of structure fated that it will soon be abandoned and left to fall into a dust of ruin. Is the parallelism to those external metaphors more pronounced than we care to admit in silence away from our compulsive chatter when we embark in search of what sort of ghost we may be?
"By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily."
-EA Poe
We seemingly mistake form with functionality while discounting the attributes which make our composite creature distinctive in the behavioral expression of such intangibles as empathy,regret, love and conscience. We have yet to cross the line of demarcation which our ghosts represent in a uncannily accurate portrayal of a semiotic image of mankind as a repository of intangibles pinned to the representation of form, wherein the form is an expression of these intangibles made manifest by their expression.The ghost of an image as a form is presented as a pictograph of the nature of consciousness superseding its encapsulation. That is unless one dismisses the entire affair as a bit of undigested beef. Even so this would discount the validity of a number of conceptual apparitions that the living view as proverbial cultural totems required for their functionality. What melds in the locus of that bilateral process that produces the ghosts of the living and the dead both within and without of their respective membrane of transference and simulation? Formless and as colorless as water perhaps it takes on the color of it's container.
One wonders of if the metaphor of alien abductions is a parody of the utility of experimentation upon ourselves within a blindness one can ascribe to a certainty of human exceptionalism as a structural egoism resulting from being isolated from ones true nature within a pantomime of substitutions and conceits.
Language as the nexus of this conceptual and adaptive strategy which became a quasi reality by its architecture, creating in effect a parallel world, or more accurately several variants of self comforting rationalizations. This led, in turn, to another confusing issue which was the natural disposition of nearly everyone to lie as a matter of course to themselves and consequently to others. There was the initiation of the Santa Claus rite and then the Easter Bunny and then as a natural progression, the parroting of unquestioned obedience to the tales of organized religion, which seemed to rationalize every behavior of my fellow creatures in a strange reward and punishment managerial tact. Flags and oaths and sloganeering. The facts that are but ghosts of our subjective constraints placed as objectivist boundary markers upon a landscape in which we have no positioning GPS. To ghosts perhaps we are haplessly creating a self prophecy culminating in the shedding of this absorbent membrane. What a strange place this is, what a confused place this is.Are we perhaps ghosts of our own imaginative defenses, set upright by the borrowed clothing we don to ape intelligibility. Yet we,these same creatures who hunt ghosts for sport, taunt, and ridicule and insult the disembodied scrim of their own retrocausal images, as though they were Pavlov's seals to be trained to interact our own dark purposes based upon a self proclaimed right?. Perhaps it is what we have created as a sheath to arrange our lacking self reflection is exactly what awaits us beyond the externalized mentations we color by the numbers, that decorates the walls of our psyche in which like Lazurus we are entombed.
It was as if cabbages had sprouted legs and eyes and immediately began to rationalize this bizarre condition in a work of fiction authored as a confused consensus to the point where they were organized no longer as cabbages but as lions or lambs or eagles or an efficient sort of mechanistic toaster, that defined reality by the purposes of utility, an objectification of a states within a potential of states. Everyone was judged by their utility rather than their state of being in relation to the cognition of their framing purpose.
"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
-H. P. Lovecraft
Within this hive, are whispers of unreleased valuation based upon a much feared threat of silence in relation to the uncertainty principle of evolutionary forces, of which we co-create as either autonomic shells, or the potentiality of recognizing what we chew disallows the viewing of our teeth. Are ghosts any more bound than we?
Seemingly, as this went along, I saw that there was programming afoot rather than learning, like an assembly line producing cakes or automobiles in the latest model, none of which recognized the enormous gaping holes in this methodology. I was and remain a stranger in a stranger land, as if one can perhaps imagine, always attempting to seek coherency in relation to my own subjective disorientation between the fulcrum of an objectivity of comparisons and the weight of my cultural environment. One can say from my own point of view that the greatest difficulty has been the gap between what individuals say and what they think, and between the two points if this geometric range is the amphibious human animal who attempts to navigate this experiential mirror by the creation of a third realm, which is neither material in a empirical sense nor is it entirely intangible.
It is not surprising then what we have in this arrangement is also an effective definition of paranormal events. These events are so constituted that they are a form of coherent energy arising from the organization of energy arranged as information which are two sides of one coin in the eyes and mirror reflected through the observer.
What this suggests is that a coherent mapping of aggregate reality is yet to be fathomed, and as a consequence, the paranormal represents a natural experiential state rather than one that is an exception to our self defined comfort zone.
What all of this leads me to is that we are shifting reality by the insertion of prompts, and that as an interactive process, we have a clear choice to either explore them or fall back on a disordered dictionary arising from the difficulties of accepting our own state of affairs.
An evolutionary force arranged toward the mutational adaptive orientation of our species as an organic orientation is increasingly and aggressively pushing back, and we have an obligation in relation to how sincere we are to ourselves to attempt to unravel this chain of causation, wherein the dualistic concept of two parallel worlds or realms are effectively conceptualized by separation by an artifice of cultural demarcation.
The trend is such that it is clear the state and station of the observer to the state and station of the observed is being reoriented.
The dimensionality of our experiential spectrum is being widened in an unprecedented manner. The decoherence of the observer does not at this point recognize the deconstructive process which is unraveling the artifice of what we assign as a utility which is in effect, an error of formulation in relation to cognition.
Perhaps it is an irony to some that the universe itself is smarter than ourselves.
As for myself, it is apparent.
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