"Somebody said that it couldn't be done, at least nobody ever has done it." Edgar Guest.
“It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all the human mind has ever accomplished is but the dream before the awakening”—H. G. Wells, 24 January 1902, lecture given at the Royal Institute, London. “The Discovery of the Future”.
I believe everyone has an opportunity to do something in life that nobody has ever done before, it's our reason for being and becoming an individual. Emanuel Swedenborg wrote that every person has a particular 'genius' which I interpret to mean a particular task in life, that no other person has. That's probably where the processes of individuation occur. Discovering a process of life that individualizes every event has been a small part of my task in life but it's our collective task also. Recognizing it was being shown to me was the larger part, I didn't go looking for anything. I now believe we each and all are required to locate that 'sequestered hidden world within' because that's where the task is revealed, in the very deeps of our mind. Emanuel Swedenborg named the process accurately it seems to me, as 'regeneration' because he believed life in the body is preparation for life after death. He was given evidence that's convincing to me now although if I'd not read Robert Monroe's Journeys Out of Body and Far Journey's before reading anything Swedenborg wrote, I'm sure I would have felt differently. They both described mental adventures that happened 'while yet in their bed'. Swedenborg wrote that what happens in life and the choices that are made in life determine what life after life in the body will be.
I know that the process happens in life as a 'life re-view' literally, but it's not like someone announces it, that has to be discovered. "What a gift ye give us, to see ourselves as others see us." W. B. Yeats
Ira Progoff's The Dynamics of Hope, Perspectives of Process in Anxiety and Creativity, Imagery and Dreams is in my opinion a great book, and is the result of his recognition of that process in his life. I remember reading Monica Furlong's The End Of Our Exploring, an exploration by a young woman of the various paths in life at time when it was a path I didn't suspect or know anything about. You don't have to be a genius, just be willing to learn and change your mind.
This morning I watched Sunday Morning on Channel 7 which is one of my favorite shows usually. Several segments were especially meaningful to me, and relevant to the task I have reason to believe was assigned to me before I was born. We may be information in a body! One episode in particular was about soldiers who were denied Medal of Honor awards because forsenic tests done in an autopsy were accepted as evidence that didn't support what eye witnesses had said happened. There was a specific incident, a specific soldier shielded his men and saved them from a grenade, they reported it themselves, but forsenics 'proved' otherwise. Forsenics proved that consciouness could not have caused the act of heroism to be done. I fumed about how 'analysis and statistics' over ruled witnesses and real live experiencers report, I've had that happen to me too often.
Later, as I went about making my bed I thought about wars and what is required of men. That reminded me of an incident that happened in 1964. We had just moved to Seattle from Indiana. I was washing dishes when I heard my 5 years old son call to me. He was watching the news, war news. "Mommie, how do the soldiers in airplanes that are throwing bombs down and shooting guns know who the bad people are?" It's a question I'd not asked my self, so I just told him they had no way of knowing who the bad people were."Some good people get killed accidentally."
"I don't ever want to be a soldier, mommie." he said.
I remember feeling a degree of shock that he wasn't patriotic and that I had not taught him patriotism! I remember feeling a kind of horror that he would say he didn't ever want to be a soldier! Later when war protesters arose from his generation I thought there must have been other little boys watching the news and they asked their mother the question that son had asked me. Maybe they got the same answer and made the same decision. He was watching the news not long after that when he called to me. "MOMMIE, some bad guy shot Mr. Kennedy."
I had to realize this morning how at less than 6 years old, he had seen news happen and thought about things I'd never thought about when I was half a century old. Seeing something happen rather than just reading about it made a big difference, probably.
But there may be some truth to the idea of destiny. By that I mean that what needs to happen in Time does happen, but when its supposed to happen and only then. So our family Destiny might have prevented me from inquiring until later in life about what a very young boy noticed and wondered aloud to me about. I also remembered that when he played with his blocks one morning he got up, chuckling to himself as he toddled off to the kitchen: "Something in my head told me to get a drink of water." I remember thinking that seemed a strange thing for an 18 months old toddler to say.
"Something in my head told me to get a drink of water." ???
I have come to believe in destiny or something like a Great Plan in life in which we enter if we can become conscious enough of the prime initiator, which is curiosity and a need to find a truth about some trivial seeming detail in real life
. It's a need that's so great that after it's switched on permanently it operates like a motor aimed at locating the truth in a specific life in very specific circumstances. My search for truth required lack of curiosity for more than half a century. Then the 'switch' was turned on pemanently. At this point I'm somewhat amused at my self, at times because I feel a toddler like fascination and insatiable curiosity about everything. That's a fact about old age that I didn't suspect.
Another segment on this Sunday Morning was about Madame Curie and her double Nobel Prize awards in science. What arose in my mind then was that there should be an award for people like me who don't go into higher education, never went into a laboratory, never did scientific experiements but who feel somehow they have made a discovery in their life that nobody else has written about, that we do have connection to an intelligence other than our own. "Work done for another level." That's the way P. D. Ouspensky seemed to me to have described his experience with that kind of participation in the 'Larger Domain' of life; his task was searching for a way to get new information.
Those of us who lived the events in their life and tried to understand them; even could prove them in the scienific mode if individual truth can be proved, experience rejection and being labeled a crank or worse.
Trying to prove my personal interpretations when it was necessary to find out whether I imagine things or not was only possible after the sense of needing to find the truth in real life was activated permanently. That didn't happen when I was 6 years old. Some situations in real life happened but a new sense made that kind of need for truth was not only possible but very, very necessary. It seemed to be a new sense until I found out it's an old sense, it's really a pattern. Pattern recognition may be what I have been directed to notice, I don't claim to have noticed it myself.
Wanting recognition seems to be part of the 'drive' behind the search for truth; especially when the search results in facts that displace much that's been accepted as truth by the collective. The mind itself has to be the object of study and most individuals do not feel driven to understand their own mind, or to become 'psychoanalytic' to the degree Freud, Jung, Swedenborg and William Blake accomplished in their individualized life. A strange detachment from the body creates 'self observation' from either the depths or some Other that's got a goal of it's own. There seems to be constant consciousness on that level, it's not asleep, ever. There are points in the past where radical changes occurred when a new idea occurred in the mind of at least one man.
This morning's segment about Madame Curie was an exception to the usual rule. I thought about what a lucky person she was to marry a scientist, they didn't war between themselves about some of the gender based issues I've confronted.
Last week I read Tolerance, The story of man's struggle to think by Hendrik Van Loon, and that caused me to consider my own past, which is about the incredible struggle of a woman to think independently, to think what has never been thought by anyone else. Where do ideas come from?" is the question, can that be explained by scientific analysis?
In the mid 1990's I read a book, The Arrow of Time that reported how Ludwig Boltzmann could not bear the very great torment of knowing he was 'right' and ended himself just before his idea began to be accepted by his peers. I know there must be other examples that I don't know about of how difficult it is to be 'certain without doubt' and find no, or not much validation.
I've read books authored by individuals who never became famous yet their book contained information that was more valuable than an encyclopedia of information! Sometimes the information made no sense when I read the book, years of experience had to happen before the book made sense. (Bond of Power by Joseph Chilton Pearce, which was re-issued under a different name, The Biology of Transcendence; Ira Progoff's The Symbolic and The Real are two examples.)
Sometimes the book verified my own experiences exactly and I felt a very great relief and thankfulness coupled with an anguish of frustration. Why should such information be available and so few people know about it? Why do people quarrel about every thing they don't agree with? (Ira Progoff's The Dynamics of Hope; Maurice Nicolls' Living Time and Integration of the Life; The Re-Creating of the Individual by Beatice Hinkle are examples of that kind of validating book. )
There was yet a third kind of book which after I read it caused me to close it and then my mind seemed to 'use' or 're-use' the ideas in the book and present the authors ideas in a completely different context than the author had done. Such a book was The Lord of Thought by Emmett and Dougall which I've already mentioned but The Phenomonen of Man by Teilhard de Chardin had been one book that my mind seemed to select to give me information that the author had not explicitly included in his own book. I felt an explosion of information I'd not thought about ever, even once in my life about how 'man' has not been categorized, classified and how difficult it would be for 'man' to 'see' his own life the way we see animals and other living and non living objects.
I had to create a name that kind of explosion of inner content because there was a demand to 'name what you see, describe what you see' included in it. I named them 'mindquakes' but it's very likely other authors used more well known, more scholarly words whose meanings are obscure to individuals like me.
It seems to me at this point that a certain 'sense' has to be active to some degree or to an excessive degree that initiates a search for and a need to establish what is true in the individual life.
I felt that those of us who quarrel with the science of the collective, and who survived with enough sanity intact to function somewhat usefully and decently should have a category in the Nobel Prizes.
"Somebody said that it couldn't be done, at least nobody ever has done it." Edgar Guest. It could be done.