Archive | January, 2010

Scarlet Leaflet

31 Jan

Red, red leaves: my eyes find little in life more pleasing. Scarlet leaflets supersede all floral & all fauna, all greenery & all shrubbery, & all synthetic roses that stand for love or hope or gratitude or mourning or whatever the hue brands as ideological eternity into the flimsy plastic veins.

Went on a walk this morning. Brisk air bestows bounce back between shoe, step, cement, step, foot, step, asphalt, step, my mood is a mellow cool. Caught a glimpse of the beauty in the intricate flaw. She hunched over her shopping cart, stalled and searching inside a trash can on the uneven pavement adjacent to a sleeping house and steaming black, plastic trash bags. Bare hands and broken nails felt through goo and gunk and stench for objects of value, the high find pegging hopes upon a 5 cent california redemption for backwash in a soiled soda bottle. Humming a jazz riff to herself, she was alone but certainly not lonely: a pagent of bizarre festivities bore the joy and excitement forth beyond her eyes, brimming light, emanating joy, praise today!

On the way home from the corner liquor store, I pack my Camel Turkish Golds against my pulsating wrist, everything beating to the rhythm of my heart, a tempo tamed and tempered by music. Spinal tapping feet, leaves blowing like hands, underbelly reveal vulnerable veins, greeting waving back and forth, and I spot scarlet leaflets on a tree within arm reach. I snap a twig and continue on my way. Smile curls lips towards ears: how wondrous and magnificent, this scarlet leaf. Influenced in gratitude of the glorious vision, microscopic in the relative scheme of all that is and isn’t, I call to the lady about five paces ahead of me. “Is this red leaf not the loveliest start to spring? It makes me happy, I just felt like sharing.” She tilts her head to the left and scrunches her nose up under smiling eyes. “There ya go girl! It sure is. Hey, y’know what? Plant that in a pot and maybe you can get yo’self a right red leaf tree from that twig!” Logic like jack in the beanstalk. Magic is her reality, or perhaps skepticism and conservatism is mine. I want to share in the delight of her reality. I respond: ” I will! Maybe it will blossom into a full grown tree before finals time, how nice! Thanks for the tip.”

“Sure thing, baby. Keep on!”

Human interaction is ripe with magic.

The Mayan Spatialization of Time

30 Jan

One of the only blogs I read regularly, The Toltec Ching Blog, archived a post titled “Inner Activism.” Clicked. Read. Hooked. Below is a link to the article, and the paragraph that took my breath away:

It will seem strange to some to think of a stone as a sacred person. But then again, have they ever thought of themselves as a sacred person? They may know that indigenous people ask the plant for permission to take its leaves or ask the stone for permission to carve it but do they understand that the plant or stone are being treated as a sacred person? One thing we can see as utter fact is the equality with which the universe treats all things: the eagle may take the hare, but it dies touching the high-voltage wires around its nest, dooming the rabbits offspring as well as its own. Any hierarchy we imagine to exist is leveled by death and accident. The electrons making up my body come from stone and tree and sun and stars and, when this body disintegrates, its electrons will fly off into billions of directions to help constitute other persons, many of whom will not be human beings. The webwork of subatomic particles forming the space-time continuum has no “holes”. It is simply one unbroken interwoven Livingness of Space.

Chief Seattle

30 Jan



CONTEXT: Chief Seattle was one of the last spokesmen of the Paleolithic moral order. In about 1852, the Untid States Government inquired about buying the tribal lands for the arriving people of the United States, and Chief Seattle wrote a marvelous letter in reply. 

“The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

“Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

“We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are a part of the earth and it is a part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky creast, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the same family.

“The shining waters that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.

“The rivers are our brothers. They quinch our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

“If we sell our land, remember the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sight. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

“Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

“This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

“One thing we know: our god is also your god. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap comtempt on its creator.

“Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

“When the last Red Man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory is only a shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

“We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you received it. Preserve the land for all children and love it, as God loves us all.

“As we are a part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know: there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are brothers after all.”

Hieroglyphics: Egyptian, Mayan, and Chinese Characters

28 Jan

I was inspired by the information I found today. I want to give back to mythology. Mythology has been a invaluable tool, mirroring my image in composite archetypes, symbols and stories that take one inward towards the transcendent: a sweeping woooosh, motion moves one head first into the nature of human condition, a reverse ellipses route that accelerated in multitudes of its own power in the analog process: self-realization down the rabbit hole,spiritual alchemy and self-actualization. Self actualization is relative to personal definition, morpheus mold filled with mercury, that changes with enacted intention of applied pursuit and the intensity of heat, a thermostat set by the hunger of the hunter. My present personal definition of self actualization is: being and being enlightened as a w/hole in the w/hole illusory web of oneness), towards infinity on Adobe Illustrator between classes at the library.

The following image is the product from inspired process:

The most ancient hieroglyphs date from the end of the 4th millennium BC
and comprise annotations to the scenes cut in  relief
-found on slabs of slate in chapels or tombs- that had been donated as votive offerings.
Although by no means all of these earliest signs can be read today,
it is nonetheless probable that these forms are based on the same system as the later classical hieroglyphs.

In individual cases, it can be said with certainty that it is not the copied object that is designated
but rather another word phonetically similar to it.

This circumstance means that hieroglyphs were from the very beginning phonetic symbols.
An earlier stage consisting exclusively of picture writing
using actual illustrations of the intended words
cannot be shown to have existed in Egypt;
indeed, such a stage can with great probability be ruled out.

No development from pictures to letters took place;
hieroglyphic writing was never solely a system of picture writing.

It can also be said with certainty that the jar marks
(signs on the bottom of clay vessels)
that occur at roughly the same period do not represent
a primitive form of the script.
Rather, these designs developed in parallel fashion
to hieroglyphic writing and were influenced by it.

It is not possible to prove the connection of hieroglyphs
to the slightly older  cuneiform characters used by the Sumerians
in southern Mesopotamia.

Such a relationship is improbable because the two scripts are
based on entirely different systems.

What is conceivable is a general tendency toward words being
fixed by the use of signs,
without transmission of particular systems.

Early Egyptian Hieroglyphic mathematics used decimal description, as we do now,
and binary calculation, as do our computers.
Their fundamental expansion of numbers was
in terms of a power series in powers of two,
using both negative and positive powers:

...  1/64  1/32  1/16  1/8  1/4  1/2  1  2  4  8  16  32  64  ...

Just as Fourier transforms are power series in exp(i t),
where exp(i t) is a U(1) group rotation of the unit circle S1,
the binary power series can represent Walsh functions,
based on the 2-point group Z2 of the 0-dimensional sphere S0.
(Walsh functions may be useful in Quantum Computing.)

The six fractions
1/64  1/32  1/16  1/8  1/4  1/2

were enough for a lot of rough calculations,
so they became known as the Horus-Eye fractions,
from their identification with the six parts of
the Eye of Horus:
The Egyptians generally used unit fractions, of the form 1/N,
so their usual notation consisted of integers and their inverses:
Early Egyptian mathematics seems to be more sophisticated
than was thought to be the case a few years ago.
To quote Kevin Brown's discussion of recent work of Milo Gardner:

"... the 2/n table of the Rhind Papyrus,
which dates from more than a thousand years before Pythagoras,
seems to show an awareness of
prime and composite numbers,
a crude version of the "Sieve of Eratosthenes",
a knowledge of the arithmetic, geometric, and harmonic means,
and of the "perfectness" of the number 6."
The the Rhind papyrus recommends that
multiplication be done in the following way.
Assume that we want to multiply 41 by 59.
Take 59 and add it to itself,
then add the answer to itself and continue:-

            41          59
             1          59
             2         118
             4         236
             8         472
            16         944
            32        1888

Since 64 is greater than 41,
there is no need to go beyond the 32 entry.
Now go through a number of subtractions

41 - 32 = 9, 9 - 8 = 1, 1 - 1 = 0

to see that 41 = 32 + 8 + 1.
Next check the numbers in the right hand column
corresponding to 32, 8, 1 and add them.

             1          59     X
             2         118
             4         236
             8         472     X
            16         944
            32        1888     X

Notice that the multiplication is achieved with only additions,
notice also that this is a very early use of binary arithmetic.
Reversing the factors we have

             59          41
             1           41     X
             2           82     X
             4           16
             8          328     X
            16          656     X
            32         1312     X

Here are some speculations that, as far as I know, are unsupported by evidence, but are fun: What if the Egyptians had used the mouth symbol by itself, not to stand for a fraction, but for the only number, 0, that has no finite reciprocal? Then, the Egyptian zero (mouth) would look a lot like the Mayan zero (eye). What if the Egyptians had used the other Eye of Horus to correspond to the six numbers 2 4 8 16 32 64 so that, together, both Eyes of Horus
could represent the 64+64 dimensional even Clifford algebra Cle(0,8)
used in the D4-D5-E6-E7-E8 VoDou Physics model?

What if the Egyptians, who liked unit fractions,
had known that the Golden Mean PHI could be represented
by the continued fraction
PHI =  1 +  _________________________
              1 +  __________________
                     1 +  ___________
                           1 + _____
Egyptian hieroglyphics seem to have been a fully developed
system of writing at least 5,000 years ago.
Perhaps Egyptian and Mayan hieroglyphics are regional forms
of a Global Early Language picture-writing,
and Chinese characters are a simplified abstract version
of the same Global Early Language picture-writing.
Perhaps such languages as cuneiform Sumerian and
the Sarasvati-Sindhu language of India
are less sophisticated writings used in trade and commerce.

Charles Muses, in 1955, saw on the Edfu temple walls some Egyptian numerical symbols for the number 240 mentioned together with Thoth (who was associated with learning and the ogdoad number 8). Muses says the 5-pointed star was an Egyptian numerical notation for 5, and a spiral for 100, and there were 2 spirals and 8 stars.

Muses also noted that the number 240 can be represented in a 3×3 square with a double spiral in the center and 8 stars (5-pointed) around it, similar to a 3×3 Magic Square, and that similar symbols are found in a Central American codex, called Codex Fejevary-Mayer.

Sirius Star

27 Jan

My favorite Yasht (hymn) in the Avesta (oldest concentric prayer mantra of Zorastrianism) is the story of the hero dog star based on a true star, the Sirius star. The Hopi native americans looked to this same star across the world and conceived its significance as the rebirth of consciousness. Sirius shines as the brightest star in the night sky.

I am enchanted.

Educational Psychology Interactive: Maslow’s hierarchy of needs

26 Jan

Educational Psychology Interactive: Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.

Perennial Flowing: stream of consciousness writing,

26 Jan

Perennial luminosity slips and dips under Absolute Darkness:
My mother is a puppeteer who takes particular pleasure in composing paradise called Springtime.  The moons tug of tides tends to humor mothers come that quixotic springtime equinox. Growing up witness to the punctual pattern of spring senselessness cultivated a slew of hypothetical explanations: all possible, few probable. Perhaps deeply seeded within my mother is a ware wolf gardener. Yes, a ware wolf gardener, ballistic with anticipation come spring and blue in the face from holding her ware wolf breath through the winter months and come that equinox, BIG BANG BURST, lunar exorcism seizes that she-wolf, ressurecting fertility from sterility, and so it is that my mother is possessed by a garden spirit in the springtime.  The Gardener!
The Spring Equinox positions my thoughts on a 23 degree tilted axis and I feel as if I have tip-toed alongside time: a star map mile corresponding engram imprints in memory. Hand in hand with time, I share a common perspective and testify to the highest milk wayward celestial court that I witness Time falls flat on its face and spill ahead of itself by exactly one hour on the day of the spring equinox, and the slip is repeated every year, an astonishing resistance to learning for a siamese twin of memory. Time tumbles: falling into the gap of its own untraversed future footsteps. Jutting herself one hour ahead of the rate at which she moves comes at a cost. Imagine an elliptical slip– time rebounds backwards suctioned into a loom stringing streaming memories of its past. Erroneous….spring equinox tickles time and  unbeknownst to those who are moved by the moon, everything changes for that one day and if they were aware in their bodies they would see this is the truth more clearly than anyone else.
My mother lives for the fantastic distraction of Garden, creation and destruction meet once again, this spring, a feature directed by the dramatic theatrical force of fury, The Gardener in the flesh…needless to say, nursey trips and talks were daily in my youth. My mother loves perennial plants. I could point to any one perennial plant this very second that was in our garden and correctly categorize it as such. I had no idea until today that although I would be right, I am equally wrong, both and neither at once. Confused? Perennial is not a type of tree or bush or flower, perennial plants are a type floral and fauna that are forever. Better late blossom than no budding at all.
Perennial Flowing:
Past Was giving, Present be birth, Future will life, reverberate figure eight–
blossom inside finite infinity, cyclic escape.
Sinuous Serpent:
is perennial present flowing head first into the tail end of its own trail.
Spring forward & Fall Back:
Transcendence resides within.
Takes One to know One.
Infinity attaches One with One:
a cross stitch in time and space,
the solution to a solution in ones own image.
Panoramic Elipses:
twists in the flex and reflex of knowledge of self,
a double helix, centerfuge fusion coalesces
Spherical shade coils an uncut umbilical chord
connecting form and shadow, tangible never begins because intangible never ends,
Matter & shape harmonize sinuous conch shell vibrations,
craddleing waves greater than the sum of the two twinged strings,
Freedom rises and rings,
Songbirds of flying consciousness.
Perennial Flowing:
Each note drifting more abstract, distance is depth in a dunce cap
Chasing the expanding abyss is forever a means never an end.
~Exquisitely Existing is Internal Eternity.~

perennial |pəˈrenēəl| adjective -lasting or existing for a long or apparently infinite time; enduring : his perennial distrust of the media.
• (of a plant) living for several years : tarragon is perennial. Compare with annual , biennial .
• (esp. of a problem or difficult situation) continually occurring : perennial manifestations of urban crisis.
• [ attrib. ] (of a person) apparently permanently engaged in a specified role or way of life : he’s a perennial student.
• (of a stream or spring) flowing throughout the year.

Vedic Astrology

26 Jan

Your Moon Sign is Cancer
The Moon is ruled by Caner and is in its own house when positioned in this sign, which is extremely favorable and showers you with benefits. This combination makes you very sensitive, perceptive, emotionally responsible, kind, affectionate and loving. You will have a tendency to be a mother to all, be forgiving, humane and full of piety. You will have very deep ties to family and will be able to deal with family and emotional problems better than most. In addition you will be very wise and intuitive — sometimes to the point of being psychic

A Moon in Cancer also gives you great emotional strength, as well as a spotless character. Truth, honesty and passion are also part of this combination. Spirituality, as well as inclination to strong religious beliefs, is found in this combination of stars. You are assured prosperity and will always live in comfort and may enjoy driving luxurious cars throughout your life. In addition, you will also have a tendency to economize and be prudent in your spending.

You will fare well in the arena of love of romance where fidelity and romantic bliss is unquestioned. However, you need to be on the constant lookout for becoming a victim or being too submissive to loved ones. Men of this combination may often be too easily influenced by the women in their lives. You may also become guilty of becoming too possessive, or smothering your loved ones. In addition, you may have a need for constant approval, too susceptible to other’s troubles, go though emotional ups and downs and suffer from anxiety attacks.

Achilles Shield

22 Jan

Focus in and zoom out on the reconstructed image of the shield with flash animated precision.  This is not an advertisement. Oh no. This is the tone of zealous and enthusiastic expression: Achilles Shield.

Because a teaser of the shield barely graces the edges of the real deal, don’t say I am a spoiler:

An Analysis of the Shield of Achilles

The Shield of Achilles-A Poem by W.H. Auden

22 Jan

The Shield of Achilles

W. H. Auden

She looked over his shoulder

For vines and olive trees,

Marble well-governed cities

And ships upon untamed seas,

But there on the shining metal

His hands had put instead

An artificial wilderness

And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,

No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,

Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,

Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood

An unintelligible multitude,

A million eyes, a million boots in line,

Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Out of the air a voice without a face

Proved by statistics that some cause was just

In tones as dry and level as the place:

No one was cheered and nothing was discussed;

Column by column in a cloud of dust

They marched away enduring a belief

Whose logic brought them, somewhere else, to grief.

She looked over his shoulder

For ritual pieties,

White flower-garlanded heifers,

Libation and sacrifice,

But there on the shining metal

Where the altar should have been,

She saw by his flickering forge-light

Quite another scene.

Barbed wire enclosed an arbitrary spot

Where bored officials lounged (one cracked a joke)

And sentries sweated for the day was hot:

A crowd of ordinary decent folk

Watched from without and neither moved nor spoke

As three pale figures were led forth and bound

To three posts driven upright in the ground.

The mass and majesty of this world, all

That carries weight and always weighs the same

Lay in the hands of others; they were small

And could not hope for help and no help came:

What their foes like to do was done, their shame

Was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride

And died as men before their bodies died.

She looked over his shoulder

For athletes at their games,

Men and women in a dance

Moving their sweet limbs

Quick, quick, to music,

But there on the shining shield

His hands had set no dancing-floor

But a weed-choked field.

A ragged urchin, aimless and alone,

Loitered about that vacancy; a bird

Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone:

That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third,

Were axioms to him, who’d never heard

Of any world where promises were kept,

Or one could weep because another wept.

The thin-lipped armorer,

Hephaestos, hobbled away,

Thetis of the shining breasts

Cried out in dismay

At what the god had wrought

To please her son, the strong

Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles

Who would not live long.

One Alchemical Tree of Life

22 Jan

joseph campbell insights and inspirations

“At such moments, you realize that you and the other are, in fact, one. It’s a big realization. Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.” -Joseph Campbell
“It’s all a question of story. We are in trouble just now because we do not have a good story. We are in between stories. The old story, the account of how the world came to be and how we fit into it is no longer effective….Our challenge is to create…a new sense of what it means to be human.” —Thomas Berry

Down the Rabbit Hole, one eon deeper than before

20 Jan

YESTERDAY I POSTED SOME RESEARCH ABOUT VESTIGIAL AND NON-HUMAN SENSES. I HAVE A POETRY ASSIGNMENT FOR A CLASS THAT REQUIRES ME TO FULLY DESCRIBES THE ESSENCE OF AN OBJECT. I read many examples of such synesthesia modern poetry where an object’s essence sears the readers’ cellular membrane as if an invisible hand touched a memory engrams deep inside ones being, in a place and space unbound to time and experience, endowing awareness of human condition upon the consciousness of the reader, previously unconsciously known and unaware.My logic was that to best describe an object with a blending of the senses of its essence, I should know the possibilities of a greater endowed essence, a real entity I cannot perceive in my perception and sensory limited reality.

TODAY I APPROACHED A DIFFERENT QUESTION, founded in personal pleasure information search related to Joseph Campbell and Carl Jung’s ideas of archetypes and the collective unconscious. Where I ended up today is not a coincidence, and should not have surprised me, but here I am, in awe: the pineal gland revealed itself to me again, as I have studied the gland before in cognitive processes and other classes for my psychology major, but in looking it up again today in the context of a shifted mindset and a higher relevancy for spiritual interpretation, I FOUND THAT THE PINEAL GLAND IS A) vestigial in its entirety in humans as a third eye sensory organ, however, works today to see rhythm, a majestic synaesthesia experience of infinity; B) I am growth hormone deficient, a problem with far less consequences as an adult than if I had not been aided by an endocrinologist for a good part of my youth. My endocrine system is off-balance, and the pineal gland is a large part of the endocrine system.

In another earlier post, I speak about Einstein and his brain. Einstein’s brain possessed a unique structure and function in the neuroscience and cognitive processes in his brain and spent his life exacting and embodying that difference through theories of time and space ( from the seed of truth within he projected the truth to transcendent and was manic until he did). WHAT IF MY ‘unique’ PINEAL GLAND AND ENDOCRINE SYSTEM IS THE SOURCE OF MY KNOWING AND WILD DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE CHASE AND INSPIRATION TO CREATE AND ARTICULATE THROUGH ANY MEDIUM FOR EXPRESSION POSSIBLE, and while I magically hunt outside myself for truth the peace of mind and piece of mind is within me and trying to break through from knowing to awareness and express itself in my life?

The pineal gland (also called the pineal body, epiphysis cerebri, epiphysis or the “third eye”) is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a hormone that affects the modulation of wake/sleep patterns and photoperiodic (seasonal) functions. It is shaped like a tiny pine cone (hence its name), and is located near the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two rounded thalamus bodies join.

Miscellaneous anatomy

Pinealocytes in many non-mammalian vertebrates have a strong resemblance to the photoreceptor cells of the eye. Some evolutionary biologists believe that the vertebrate pineal cells share a common evolutionary ancestor with retinal cells.[7]

In some vertebrates exposure to light can set off a chain reaction of enzymatic events within the pineal gland which regulate circadian rhythms.[8] Some early vertebrate fossil skulls have a pineal foramen (opening). This correlates with the physiology of the modern “living fossils”, the lamprey and the tuatara, and some other vertebrates which have a parietal organ or “third eye” which, in some of them, is photosensitive. The third eye represents evolution’s earlier approach to photoreception.[9] The structures of the third eye in the tuatara are homologous to the cornea, lens and retina, though the latter resembles that of an octopus rather than a vertebrate retina. The asymmetrical whole consists of the “eye” to the left and the pineal sac to the right. “In animals that have lost the parietal eye, including mammals, the pineal sac is retained and condensed into the form of the pineal gland.”[9]

Unlike much of the rest of the mammalian brain, the pineal gland is not isolated from the body by the blood-brain barrier system;[10] indeed it has profuse blood flow, second only to the kidney.[6]

Fossils seldom preserve soft anatomy. The brain of the Russian Melovatka bird, about 90 million years old, is an exception, and it shows a larger-than-expected parietal eye and pineal gland.[11]

In humans and other mammals, the light signals necessary to set circadian rhythms are sent from the eye through the retinohypothalamic system to the suprachiasmatic nuclei (SCN) and the pineal.


The pineal gland was originally believed to be a “vestigial remnant” of a larger organ. As early as 1917 it was known that extract of cow pineals lightened frog skin. Dermatology professor Aaron B. Lerner and colleagues at Yale University, in the hope that a substance from the pineal might be useful in treating skin diseases, isolated and named the hormone melatonin in 1958.[12] The substance did not prove to be helpful as intended, but its discovery helped solve several mysteries such as the fact that the removal of the rat’s pineal accelerated ovary growth, keeping rats in constant light decreased the weight of their pineals, and that both pinealectomy and constant light affect ovary growth to an equal extent, knowledge that gave a boost to the then new field of chronobiology.[13]

If Perception=Reality, Animal & Vestigial Senses=Known & Unarticulated Realities

19 Jan

ECHOLOCATION: Blind people report they are able to navigate by interpreting reflected sounds (esp. their own footsteps), a phenomenon which is known as human echolocation.
Could human echolocation be the scientific correlate understanding of the Blind Bard archetype, a mythological symbol across cultures representing the idea that those who cannot see, see clearly. Clairvoyant vision comes from the third eye, the active center of knowing, an awareness of being unbound to time and space escaping the rigid parameters in visual shape and form.


“Vestigial structures make no sense without evolution, just as spelling and usage of many modern English words can only be explained by their Latin or Old Norse antecedents.”-Douglas Futuyma

The animal in human presents itself today as homo sapiens sapiens, but so it seems the ruminant of vestigial organs and reflexes remain within us in tangible ways, reminding us of our larger evolving journey as one species in the vestigial mementos.

The goosebumps reflex is autonomic and organic; one does not learn to raise goose bumps, our bodies have muscle memory seeded deep within our unconscious mind body soul–awareness is common around the phenomenon, and understood so far as the correlating situational factors. Claiming causation conceals a bidirectional truth  that layers deeper than our personal experience. Goosebumps shiver and stir, surface and rest, from our animal selves, a faint memory of a viable reflex once adaptive for survival in a time when we were the beast in the animal kingdom. From my perspective, little has changed as far as our place in the circle of life: all points that comprise the circle are equidistant from the epicenter of balance and gravity, of being.

Semantics and cementing our lives in boxes of civilization envelops humanity today in a semi-opaque, semi-translucent bubble of self-absorbed semantics that flout hierarchy and language delineate dichotomous differences. The bubble is porous and permeable. The bubble can be made clear. The bubble is the obstacle of comfort and distraction that make it so easy to see the insular way of our world and rest on the way in which we see ourselves and understand the setting of our lives, perceiving the fallacy of reality as a situational truth, too wrapped in a moment in eternity to see what we know: the human condition and unity interconnected forever past and future. Timelessness rings true in the essence of the deep seeded humanity in man that was the same humanity in man when man best know himself to be beast among beasts. Poetry, art, mythology, expression and appreciation encapsulated into artifacts strike a chord in us as deep and at times untouched as the unconscious vestigial goose bumps. Reflexes are reflective of man envisioning himself in transcendent resurrection: the amputated tree trunk is I, the childlike light bobbing through the brush chasing the setting sun is I, the scent of rebirth and freshness nested in the spring dew after misted morning rain reigns is I, the baby crying is I and the fish caught with four rusted hooks jarred inside a frayed and tortured gill is I.

When I experience the moments of revealing, when I recognize the human condition, the surprised smirk that shows the arises and upturned  tributary lips, laughing awareness from a body reservoir of knowing from the formation of the first amoeba. (After all, what we were before the first form of human was animal, an animal that evolved in it of itself, and one upon a species was a single cell amoeba that split into two, fruitful and forever multiplying.) The mystical sensation of feeling a longing, a recognition, a knowing without direct experience and knowing shows itself as goosebumps on freckled skin. Since I figured out the pattern of paradigm embedded in the fiber of my being, goosebumps have been an incredibly useful tool where I am in tune in a more sensitive manner with that which I do not know that I know.

On Goosebumps as a Vestigial Reflex: “The formation of goose bumps in humans under stress is a vestigial reflex; its function in human ancestors was to raise the body’s hair, making the ancestor appear larger and scaring off predators. Raising the hair is also used to trap an extra layer of air, keeping an animal warm. Due to the diminished amount of hair in humans, the reflex formation of goosebumps when cold is also vestigial.Infants are also able to support their own weight while hanging from a rod, responding to certain tactile stimuli. An ancestral primate would have had sufficient body hair for an infant to cling to, allowing its mother to escape from danger, such as climbing up a tree in the presence of a predator.”

VISION: Cats have the ability to see in low light due to muscles surrounding their irises to contract and expand pupils as well as the tapetum lucidum, a reflective membrane that optimizes the image. Pitvipers, pythons and some boas have organs that allow them to detect infrared light, such that these snakes are able to sense the body heat of their prey. The common vampire bat may also have an infrared sensor on its nose. It has been found that birds and some other animals are tetrachromats and have the ability to see in the ultraviolet down to 300 nanometers. Bees and dragonflies are also able to see in the ultraviolet.

BALANCE: Ctenophora have a balance receptor (a statocyst) that works very differently from the mammalian’s semi-circular canals.

My Daily Tarot: Two of Wands

17 Jan


  • having personal power
  • commanding attention and respect
  • directing those around you
  • holding the world in your hands
  • wielding influence
  • calling the shots
  • having authority
  • swaying others to your position
  • being able to achieve your goals
  • being bold
  • daring to do what you want
  • taking a risk
  • gambling events will go your way
  • confronting the situation head-on
  • taking the initiative
  • speaking your mind
  • facing fear directly
  • taking the bull by the horns
  • seizing the day
  • showing originality
  • doing what no one else has done
  • creating your own style
  • being a pioneer
  • taking a different approach
  • inventing something new
  • diverging from the crowd
  • marching to a different drummer


  • High Priestess – being passive, staying in the background
  • Hierophant – conforming, going along with the group
  • Eight of Swords – powerlessness, fear of action
  • Ten of Swords – victim mentality, powerlessness
  • Ten of Pentacles – going by the rules, being conventional


  • Magician – personal power, wielding a strong force
  • Emperor – authority
  • Chariot – personal power, command
  • Sun – vitality, brilliance, greatness


The Two of Wands glorifies individual courage and greatness. This card taps the same energy as the Magician, but with one important difference. The Magician represents the archetype of power – the impersonal energy of creativity and strength. The Two of Wands stands for that power brought down to Earth and made personal. Personal power is an invigorating force that fills you up and lends you the courage to be great. A powerful person is like a magnet that attracts all those within a certain area.

True power always comes from the Divine. It passes through us and then flows out into the world. When we understand this relationship, we are blessed because this flow brings with it a tremendous feeling of expansion and fulfillment. We feel as if we can accomplish anything. Problems develop when we forget that we are not the source of power, only its conduit. We must be careful not to let the intoxicating feelings that come with power overwhelm our good sense and blind us to our true desires and intentions.

In readings, the Two of Wands indicates that power is a major issue in the situation. You or someone else has it or wants it. When you see this card, look carefully at your goals and activities to make sure you are using power wisely. Don’t support power for its own sake, but enjoy it when it serves your worthwhile purposes. Take this gift and use it to mold your environment in positive ways.

The Two of Wands can also stand for an extra dose of daring and inventiveness. When you see this card, trust that the time is right for the bold, creative move that will knock their socks off. Forget subtlety and old, tired approaches. Allow yourself free rein and you’ll be amazed at the results.

Just a Four Letter Word

14 Jan

ORIGIN late Middle English : from Italian fato or Old French fat or (later) from their source, Latin fatum ‘that which has been spoken,’ from fari ‘speak.’

Fate is founded in that which has been spoken. Wrap the mind around fate, an ambiguous tomorrow, ambiguous today but to a certain degree, prophecies are fulfilled from present prescriptions. My fate, moment by moment, day by day is scribed as I sing a song of self, meditating upon ideas sometimes in silence and sometimes aloud, and my fate is predetermined by the song and dance of today towards the summation of tomorrow.

Just a four letter word, fate: fluent eloquence, she speaks life.

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