A Bedtime Story for Adults Only, Whoever they may be..
"It's just a state of Mind.."
- John Lennon, Rain
A Phenomenon Between Sleep and Waking..
This post may ask a seemingly ridiculous question. Are bees or even ants worthy of study within a much larger frame of ecological research especially on such an isolated island, much like a Galapagos, slowly turning under a foreign sun, rife with unique qualities. This is also a tale of other worlds, but not perhaps in the manner you expect from rote repetition, or entertainment or solipsism, the refuge of the skeptic who believes in no other discernment other than his or her own preening before a sigh.
According to Ibn Al Arabi, the classic visions of supernatural communication known as either visions or encounters occurred in dreams, which, if this is so, would perhaps disappoint those who have made the critical assumption of orienting these events in broad daylight as a extension of flesh. When I wrote the last entry referring to UFO phenomenon as largely being viewed as an angelic phenomenon of materialism, a product of our cultural environment, another assumption could be made, however incorrect that these manifestations do not exist whereas they do, as what best can be agreed upon as a contingent, intermediary phenomenon that bridges our presumed waking state and that of dreams, inserted as purposeful accident, a incommensurable measurement that centripetally stirs us toward a that versus a this.
A phenomenon that is designed to be eaten as it eats in experimentation, a quantum signal that lacks a key of coherence in the observer and strange fruits result, the effects of which are closely watched from afar.
In a obvious breach of our presumed mastery that we command and reorder by self legislation, here is a phenomenon that challenges that critical assumption. In this from the surface dwelling of our own species, it speaks volumes that the more brazen this phenomenon becomes, the further we burrow, perhaps corkscrew our way into denial, lies. and attempt to superimpose our own ordering our logic ( to call this such a dynamic) onto it and consistently fail to domesticate it.
What, in the name of the heavens, does this tell us?
Perhaps some under a guise who watch are emissaries whose passage are only meant to witness through foreign eyes, whose testimony is lived, whose passage is cloaked in a manner as to be impossible to examine. This is certainly a strange tale, yet oddly there is a familiarity like a faint footfall in an seemingly abandoned ruin.
Lucy In The Sky and The Art of Bee Keeping
The metaphor I have been fond of lately is that of bee keeping where we have been set by this phenomenon to fly off to gather this or that and bring it back to this enigma of chimeric wonders, which much resembles a gathering hive set before us, to determine what cannot be seen oddly enough, a litmus test of the state and station of one aspect of our being as related to sentience, which is also the tool making use of knowledge in relation to problem solving, which oddly enough or logically enough draws us to explore these aspects of ourselves as incommensurable as well, a provocative metaphor seen through a kaleidoscope as well, as if we were being drawn to a two sided mirror. Some truths can be told better in a fiction from shadow puppetry, when we must discern our own authoring of such presumptions. Humility seemingly has no chair on which to sit in the hierarchies of the clamor within the use of language alone to claim any possession in a shell game without a pea.
A zen koan of the senses that announces without a word: Thou Art That.
Who are the beekeepers, this commonwealth of councilors who in turn, prod us with seemingly unanswerable questions? The concept is not mine but a transposition of one of the earliest manifestations of a written metaphysics, that came from a group that collected comparative theories of their time in relation to the nature of what they found themselves in, which apparently predates the rise of the Egyptian civilization.
The reason for mentioning this is simply our answers are always transforming themselves as we are transformed, and at the center of this is uncertainty, by which we configure predictability, which is only apparent at the surface of objects, or ourselves, for that matter, a cell within a cell, collecting a nectar, as surely as we seen these apparitions in the night sky, they resemble perhaps the same gravitational attraction as a flower to a bee. The cross pollination of our conceptual natures as tool makers is followed with silence, a pause in a common frequency..as we reorganize our own orientations, our myths, our fears, our projections, our lies. Underneath the mask of certainty the human tribe is preeminently fallible, bewildered and out gunned, and yet, what poses does this phenomenon wrest from us in all our vanities, rationalizations and denials.
Any wisdom to be found lies fallow, paved over in a babble not heard since Sumeria, or a certain political assassination 2,000 years ago, of an anarchist who taught the wisdom of uncertainty only to have his own words turned against him with lies deception and vested self interest, the kingdoms of what is no better than competing crime families, with the writ of their own making. This much is noted and posed against the fifty rowers of the Argus in a journey of self sacrifice that eats the I. These are old truisms that have become a painful rash that bleeds when itched, while the weighing of what appears to be at the source of such tragicomedy is as subtle as a shadow. The fine can pass through the course, the brethren say but not the coarse through the fine.
Call this the sifting of granules of a sand that made a castle by the sea through a child's hand, possible. This has nothing to do with steel, exotic materials or old documents.
The Comparative Study of Differentiation of Environments Toward Sentience
If we assume there are other planetary bodies that allow sentience to arise within, then perhaps another common assumption that may be wrong is our predictable narrow focus on planetary bodies that simply resemble our own. We do not have the platform to make comparisons. If we did, perhaps there is a scale we do not possess, that ranges from difficult to ideal in terms of the various modes of attaining and evolving sentience, and looking at our own environment, we can see that all sentience is not created alike. There may be a cetacean sentience that predominates on another planetary body, or that of crows or even elephants, to use a metaphorical set of examples. Such wonders elude us in the projection of our isolated templates full of contradictory aims, cross purposes, grasping and most of all, the fear of being found out, what goes on behind this isolated colony of tool makers, or is our deeper aims, simply a form of thievery posed as ownership?
The Beekeeping of Non Human Ecologists
My suspicion is that we are being monitored as well as in the active portion of this phenomenon of data gathering. The question is, how do you weigh sentience? It has no form simply effects, By creating novel effects, do you determine how one sentient species translates this into behavior by various organizing processes. One test would not suffice. Your subject over time changes. You take various samples of the culture rearrange them to produce a feedback to be studied. If this is true we are being closely watched, monitored and studied from an ecological point of view whose range makes our own look like stamp collecting. Evolution is not an orderly process, it can be chaotic, random, and unpredictable by mutation and adaptation. Hence a long term study would be required as there is no linear stop and start to this.
Of Bottle Rockets and Lunacy
The silliness of our SETI program waiting for the equivalence of a alien Marconi is perhaps matched by a advanced species whose technologies do not require fueling up a bottle rocket to transverse long distances, Quantum communications systems and probing is something we are only at the far boundaries of exploring as a means to project vast distances that would take hundreds of our own lifetimes to traverse. To attempt to steer evolution is sheer lunacy that is to say, dangerous and I suspect our own behaviors are causing some concerns among others, but in a pose of high ambivalence in the probing of same as to the results. Everything is fair game in this, from military installations, to cerealogy to a farmer in remote Nebraska. These could be considered as layers of a proverbial onion. Take a random sample from the planetary environment as one layer and make of them a Manchurian messenger to determine not only how the subject reacts but how his fellow bees view the message. In this case, consider the results to date of this which are self evident, to them, and increasingly to us. Call this a human manipulation of these messengers a demonstration of a vested sleight of hand, a playing with our paranoiac tendencies. A portrait of our behaviorism. A willingness to suspend, a willingness to believe any old tale, the capability to deceive ourselves or be manipulated to do so voluntarily. Effects of the same probing of sentience, the reordering of language attached to a experiential narrative, what a strange nectar is arranged.
A Message of Recognition
From the center of this ploy as a bi-folded mirror, we are indirectly sending a more than likely portrait of our state and station of sentience, which from a personal, subjective point of view, is far from flattering, or for that matter, not too distant from the paranoiac. Which, if you consider our planetary isolation, and uniquely self referential human telescopes of models we apply to everything, our basis of all our comparisons are provincial to say the least about the matter. So, round and round we go in buzzing the recycling bin. It's past time to move on?
All Things Being Unequal..
For the sake of probability, lets make a critical assumption and look at the "UFO" phenomenon in this light for a few moments, and review the spectrum of "results" that we have ourselves engendered that may be the subject of our assumed objects. What are the results? If we had no idea whatsoever how this experiment would unfold, and we were the experimenters and could compare these effects or results to those of other sentient species that have also been subjects in varying environments and arrangements of sentience, what a fascinating study this would be if only we could "read it". These councils of research toward the evolution of sentience and their organizational capabilities would make our jaws drop "all the way to China". The next time you read various posts or articles on the internet or in a book, remember this, something may be looking over our shoulders, as we observe this phenomenon.
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