Kaballah and the Zohar?

A quickie:

It is somewhat hard to posit early myth and religion formation without knowing of the first religions....
My how you love that word.
Posit, posit, posit......
Almost like Wesmorris and his "paradigm shifts"

I had developed the idea that Cotard's syndrome was the images seen by a blind person and it didn't appeal as heavily as it might.
Negetive- it would have fascinated you as well. These people are so dissociated from their body that they literaly look down and see a rotting corpse.
Think hemiplegia hyperbolized. Hemiplegic overkill.

Perhaps, it was good in that your theory has been elucidated, and now we can elucidate it further rather than dwell on trying to explain what you have already. I am still somewhat unsure of your trinity of language and it's centralness to the process. As I said, it seems incidental to the process. As in, none of this could have happened without language. The abstraction that language makes possible through the trinity.
Don't know but its damn refreshing that someone else in the room smells the fart with me..
Metaphorical, but you get it- yes?
 
I do like posit. It works better than most words in the situation. Hypothesise. Presume. Put forward. Assume. I posit that that is why I like that word... :p

I'll look up Cotard's syndrome then. And shame on you for describing it so weakly earlier... :p

Was that a fart? I thought it was something else... j/k :D
 
You know, another strange thing that might be worked in somehow...? Brain surgery. There have been ancient skulls found that have obviously survived brain surgery. There is a hole cut in their skull that has completely healed before death. It was actually a common procedure into relatively recent times. Nah, probably unconnected. Most likely chronic migraine sufferers. It is amazing that primitive man was able to pull it off though.

And, all joking aside, I do understand how you feel. It is sad that people are so committed to their own persona's that they refuse to realize that they are not exactly themselves. That our brains are far more complicated than they seem from our perspective. And even more so that understanding this doesn't mean that one must give up oneself. In fact, it will most likely strengthen the self by working to incorporate our full essence within it. As I told a poster in another thread, reptiles need love too.

And, I'd still like to hear your ideas on the sex of the original charlatan. I find it likely that it would be a woman. Women were most likely to be revered in the early days, as they are the source of life. Until the connection between sex and children could be made, women were the whole source of life that was known. I've even heard some speculation that Stonehenge is a representation of a vagina. And the earth mother statue has been found at the earliest sites. The phallic cults would enter the picture with the serpent, who was supposedly the consort of the mother. And symbolized wisdom and knowledge. The garden of eden transposed this idea. Making the serpent a criminal and deceiver and the woman the scapegoat of man's evil.

I haven't been able to find a damn thing worth reading on Cotard's Syndrome. Just a bunch of single paragraph descriptions. Any good sites you'd recommend for neurological disorders?

Interestingly, the latest issue of Discover magazine has a short article about an elderly man who came into the emergency room claiming to be dead. He claims he could see "evil" crawling all over the walls. Not a mention of Cotard or his syndrome. Just rambled on about senile dementia and depression. They ended up giving him shock treatment. Shittiest article I think I've read in their emergency room type stories. The doctor didn't even follow up on the case at all. His (actually, I think it was a her) only connection to the case was in admitting the patient and discussing possible treatments. It says that she later saw the man down a hall with his son and he looked better. What a load of crap... Why even print that article... Must have been a slow news month in the ER.


Edit: I'm gonna stop by the library after work. All the books you recommended are in except for Phantoms in the Brain. Which is a pity, because I was wanting to read Ramachandran's work. Any other recommendations?

Here's my list so far:
The man who mistook his wife for a hat.
The Naked Neuron.
The Demon Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark.
Broca's Brain: Reflections on the Romance of Science (A romance novel Gendanken? j/k...)

I'll undoubtably browse around a bit and see if anything else suits my fancy. But some recommendations would be nice.

Oh, and...

You and I would have picked up the dildo first.

Maybe you would have... I think I would have picked up the apple and let the researcher handle his own dildo. Thank you very much...

Added Books:
The Mind's Past by Michael S. Gazzaniga
How the Mind Works by Steven Pinker

These latter two from the split-brain site.
 
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First and foremost: You mention your problems with where I place language in relation to these phenomena. You mention it (language) as only incidental.
Can we meet halfway with my labeling it (language) only a housekeeper one post ago?

And the only way this general idea of Soul and Spirit could have spread globally and maintainned itself all these years *is* lanuage- language is someting like its housekeeper- Gend

A man builds his home and the bigger it gets, the more emphasis there is on a need to mantain its function properly. So he gets a housekeeper- the housekeeping is incidental to the building. And this building we can name Soul.
Agree?
You know, another strange thing that might be worked in somehow...? Brain surgery. There have been ancient skulls found that have obviously survived brain surgery. There is a hole cut in their skull that has completely healed before death. It was actually a common procedure into relatively recent times. Nah, probably unconnected. Most likely chronic migraine sufferers. It is amazing that primitive man was able to pull it off though.
You'll find Sagan's books crawling with references to this, if I remember correctly.
Its called trepanning- our ancients in Greece (Hippocrates even writes a how-to on this), Africa, Egypt and countless other cultures would bore holes in a man's head to let out demons and spirits. It was done with no anesthetic or septic procedures so its a wonder how men were able to withstand such tortures.
It can even be traced as far back as Cro-Magnon (looked up a date just to see- a 40,000 year old microsurgery. Blows my mind).
Feast your eyes:

"Magical and religious rituals, to bring luck and to offer sacrifice, etc. In many cultures (mainly those which were known as head-worshippers, because they attributed special significance to the head and brain in their religion), trepanning was very common, and the round slab of bone taken out of a skull is used as an amulet. There is the possibility that the large number of trepanned skulls found in military posts were from enemies, who were used as suppliers of these amulets. "

Man is an funny little animal with strange habits. There was also a woman who documented her own trepannation- she bore a hole in her head and went out to dinner the same day with a scarf round her skull, then showed the tape to her friends. I don't remember her name so I can't show you. Later.

And, all joking aside, I do understand how you feel. It is sad that people are so committed to their own persona's that they refuse to realize that they are not exactly themselves. That our brains are far more complicated than they seem from our perspective. And even more so that understanding this doesn't mean that one must give up oneself. In fact, it will most likely strengthen the self by working to incorporate our full essence within it. As I told a poster in another thread, reptiles need love too.
Not as sad as watching millions of humans dying without ever once showing curiosity as to where he came from, why he is, and where he's going.
He's born a heatlhy wonder filled with life only to waste all his questions away in this thing we call Dogma.
They accept canned answers from canned theisms and instead of waking up to the gorgeous absurdity that is life on earth they end up dying in dead ends we call Zen, Kaballah, Christianity, Catholicism, Protestanism, Buddhism.
I tried telling this to that stupid fuck Spidergoat long ago, who tried preaching his Zen to me once, but only got mystical regurgitations in return. Then he called me a sow. Ooooh. Ahhhh.

Teach me any religions and any philosophy- all of it pales to the intrigues of the human brain. That a man dies without ever being so much as curious about the biology and chemicals inside his body is what's sad and ...odious.
No saint could walk the hallowed grounds of Biology.

And, I'd still like to hear your ideas on the sex of the original charlatan. I find it likely that it would be a woman. Women were most likely to be revered in the early days, as they are the source of life. Until the connection between sex and children could be made, women were the whole source of life that was known. I've even heard some speculation that Stonehenge is a representation of a vagina. And the earth mother statue has been found at the earliest sites. The phallic cults would enter the picture with the serpent, who was supposedly the consort of the mother. And symbolized wisdom and knowledge. The garden of eden transposed this idea. Making the serpent a criminal and deceiver and the woman the scapegoat of man's evil.
A woman? Nope.
Charlattans would require the technical skill of an analyst-one who thinks big.
Coordination, control, discipline. The female is notorious in her lack for this genius.
Her greed stops on itself and never questions- something like pleausure versus pain. Pleasure intoxicates one down to stagnation while pain demands interrogation in order to alleviate it, so we progress. Woman is far to pleasureable for a greed that is powerful- her greed is only vain and goes nowhere.
Sayz Nietszhce:

'Someone took a youth to a sage and said "Look, he is being corrupeted by women."
"It is men", said the sage," that corrupt women; and all the failings of women should be atoned by and improved in men. For it is man who creates for himself the image of woman and woman forms herself according to this image."
"You are far too kindhearted about women", said the youth to the sage.
"Will is the manner of men; Willingness that of woman. That is the law of the sexes- truly a hard law for women. All of humanity is innocent of its existence; but women are doubly innocent. Who could have love and kindless enough for them?" '
- la Sciencia

I haven't been able to find a damn thing worth reading on Cotard's Syndrome. Just a bunch of single paragraph descriptions. Any good sites you'd recommend for neurological disorders?
No can do- I read mostly. Internet is...secondary. Its only the forums that take up my online time, mingled with research.

However:
www.cma.ca/staticContent/HTML/N0/l2/jpn/vol-29/issue-2/pdf/pg138.pdf

Bigass pdf file.

Interestingly, the latest issue of Discover magazine has a short article about an elderly man who came into the emergency room claiming to be dead. He claims he could see "evil" crawling all over the walls. Not a mention of Cotard or his syndrome. Just rambled on about senile dementia and depression. They ended up giving him shock treatment. Shittiest article I think I've read in their emergency room type stories. The doctor didn't even follow up on the case at all. His (actually, I think it was a her) only connection to the case was in admitting the patient and discussing possible treatments. It says that she later saw the man down a hall with his son and he looked better. What a load of crap... Why even print that article... Must have been a slow news month in the ER.
Ah- there's a difference there. The old man describes death on the walls, the room, the outside.
This syndrome is a curious dementia in that its victims (usually schizophrenic or megalomaniacal, like yours truly) are so exeedingly divroced from Self they imagine they are already dead or dying- even to the points of feeling maggots and worms devouring their skin.

Capgras syndrome involves trauma to the amygdala- a small node of cortex in the midbrain specializing in emotions and the art of scanning external stimuli and seperating them by detecting which signals are motivational in significance by comparing with past experiences stored in memory.
These people simply cannot emotionally class people and things- they can only recognize them as things, but never as part of self. And so they look at their face and recognize it as one, but not theirs.
There is reason to believe Cotard's is an exaggareated form of Capgras but what's fascinating is that Cotard's does not require trauma.
One can just....wake up with it.
Interesting, huh?

Edit: I'm gonna stop by the library after work. All the books you recommended are in except for Phantoms in the Brain. Which is a pity, because I was wanting to read Ramachandran's work. Any other recommendations?

Here's my list so far:
The man who mistook his wife for a hat.
The Naked Neuron.
The Demon Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark.
Goregous.

Here's another one: "Fingerprints of the Gods" Graham Hancock
or
"Civilization and its Discontents", by none other than Freud himself.
(A romance novel Gendanken? j/k...)
Hell motherfucking no.
Maybe you would have... I think I would have picked up the apple and let the researcher handle his own dildo. Thank you very much...
Eat me.
Come clean, my boy- even if you hadn't picked up the dildo still would you have managed to stick the apple up your colon. Somehow.
Thank you very much.......
The Mind's Past by Michael S. Gazzaniga
How the Mind Works by Steven Pinker
Gazzinga sounds interesting.

Poor little book- I'm going to demolish it.
 
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Lastly:

Genuis:
I have a journal entry concerning it, but I feel this will be long and my hands will hurt.
Care to see it? ”

Retard (kidding):
Love to. And perhaps, somewhere deep inside, I receive a small jolt of cruel glee at the thought of your hands cramping spasmodically...

"It is said genes are selfish tyrants that are manipulating their host into a capsule for themselves; that the eye is the brain’s noble strategy for seeing the world since he is something like a small man locked up in a dark closet. If that is the case, then language is a pyx in which the Eucharist is carried in, for it is only in this device we call language that one finds religion.
No other being on this earth bears this mark of the sacrament and its only when the Indian babe learns Hindi that he finally learns of Shiva; or the Chinese one in learning its language finally knows of Shang Ti; only then does he finally learn how to talk and think of him for the very act requires that the human mind be considerably developed before entertaining such complicated notions.
What other traits do we share with the kingdom? The ant is just as viscous and cooperative and the bee as disciplined a worker, elephants and ravens as playful and as aware of death as we, the canine as cruel and loving while the dolphin and lab rat are, relatively, just as smart.
Only in the biped with its long hair and its exaggerated neocortex do we find a ritualized belief in things higher, an appeal to a lofty realm of cleanliness and purity because we find that this mammal’s brain reviles that body with which it is in bondage to provide sustenance: veins, arteries, and ugly nodes of nerves.
Its as if after billions of years of evolutionary attempts at perfection, the brain (before speaking) thought itself it- perfection- but looked down with its eyes and mourned its own ugliness.

Thus language is this organ’s attempt to redeem its base origins with this coffin of rhetoric to carry its gods and its dead in.
The more I think on this the more like an expendable shell I feel- something like a hermit crab’s." - gendanken

(yes, I know its too artsy and philosophical but I liked the idea so eat me.)
 
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First, a couple more books:

The Two Sides of Perception by Rechard B. Ivry and Lyan C. Robertson (also from the split brain site. I didn't mention it earlier because my library doesn't have it. But you might find it...)
The Symbolic Species: The Coevolution of Language and the Brain by Terrence William Deacon.
Becoming Human by Ian Tattersal
Language & Species by Derek Bickerton (Not in my library)
Extinct Humans by Ian Tattersall
Lingua Ex Machina by William H. Calvin and Derek Bickerton

These last I gleaned from <a href="http://www.epub.org.br/cm/n13/mente/evolution/evolution05_i.html">here</a>. This site had some interesting things to say on the subject, and I think that the books might have something to say.

Can we meet halfway with my labeling it (language) only a housekeeper one post ago?

And the only way this general idea of Soul and Spirit could have spread globally and maintainned itself all these years *is* lanuage- language is someting like its housekeeper- Gend

A man builds his home and the bigger it gets, the more emphasis there is on a need to mantain its function properly. So he gets a housekeeper- the housekeeping is incidental to the building. And this building we can name Soul.
Agree?

Absolutely.

Man is an funny little animal with strange habits. There was also a woman who documented her own trepannation- she bore a hole in her head and went out to dinner the same day with a scarf round her skull, then showed the tape to her friends. I don't remember her name so I can't show you.

Now, that's some crazy shit. It obviously took place within the last 20 years. What a whack-job... Was there a reason for the procedure? And, am I reading this right? She did it to herself?

Not as sad as watching millions of humans dying without ever once showing curiosity as to where he came from, why he is, and where he's going.

It is disgusting, the sleepwalking beasts that amble about our world. But, one must not forget... They have their uses... Not all are cut out to delve into the moirass of the mind. And many who try don't come back.

Sayz Nietszhce:

'Someone took a youth to a sage and said "Look, he is being corrupeted by women."
"It is men", said the sage," that corrupt women; and all the failings of women should be atoned by and improved in men. For it is man who creates for himself the image of woman and woman forms herself according to this image."
"You are far too kindhearted about women", said the youth to the sage.
"Will is the manner of men; Willingness that of woman. That is the law of the sexes- truly a hard law for women. All of humanity is innocent of its existence; but women are doubly innocent. Who could have love and kindless enough for them?" '
- la Sciencia

You're going to hold Nietzsche up as an expert on women? Speaking of Nietzsche... I feel that he utterly failed to get his true point across. And that he's not as cruel as made out to be. One of his main points was a light-heartedness, a joking nature. I think many took his jokes seriously... Are you a Nietzschian?

Ah- there's a difference there. The old man describes death on the walls, the room, the outside.

In some of the weak references I managed to find, they spoke of it as affecting the outside as well. The body being dead, the world being hell. Perhaps I misunderstood.

Capgras syndrome involves trauma to the amygdala- a small node of cortex in the midbrain specializing in emotions and the art of scanning external stimuli and seperating them by detecting which signals are motivational in significance by comparing with past experiences stored in memory.
These people simply cannot emotionally class people and things- they can only recognize them as things, but never as part of self. And so they look at their face and recognize it as one, but not theirs.

I wonder if this is the case of the man who mistook his wife for a hat? I had to work late today and didn't make it to the library, it was already closed... Fucking Mondays! So, I'm going to go tomorrow. By hook or by crook. That is the first book I'm going to dive into I think.

One can just....wake up with it.
Interesting, huh?

Very. The mind is amazing in it's complexity. And to think, we're just trumped up monkeys.

Eat me.
Come clean, my boy- even if you hadn't picked up the dildo still would you have managed to stick the apple up your colon. Somehow.
Thank you very much.......

I know you'd love to think so. And I am picturing you picturing me doing so... With your largest spiked dildo in hand burning out your battery supply. But, no, my dear. Out door only. Nothing goes in this boy's ass. Not even your pretty little finger...

Gazzinga sounds interesting.

Poor little book- I'm going to demolish it.

Oh, cruel woman. Can you not fulfill the book's desire without destroying it?

(yes, I know its too artsy and philosophical but I liked the idea so eat me.)

Very pretty. And insightful. I like the idea as well. But, you shouldn't feel yourself as expendable. Not as important as once thought, but integral to the very nature of the beast. Without "you", you would be no more than the automatic beast. Performing her actions with no more than a nudge from the baser parts of the brain. There is much to be said of the act of observation which is our ultimate task and most redeeming feature. If only we can accept our positions as observers of the body rather than it's master we might make ourselves a finer creature.

But, if that made your fingers hurt, then I must say, you're a poor typist. :p (I typed at 90 some odd words a minute in high school. Don't know what I'm at nowadays, but I've always had excellent dexterity in my fivephallangio...)
 
Didn't want to respond without resource.

Found her:
Now, that's some crazy shit. It obviously took place within the last 20 years. What a whack-job... Was there a reason for the procedure? And, am I reading this right? She did it to herself?
Her name: Amanda Fielding. Had theory that fusing of skull during delvelopment is what limits our consciousness as adults. So, this brillaint retard digs a hole through her skull:

"The least successful method, and one that was most likely very traumatic for patients, says Roberts, was the boring of a series of holes into the head and breaking the bone that joined them. When Feilding decided to put a hole in her head in 1970, she used a much more modern tool: an electric foot-operated dentist’s drill. Feilding, then 27 years old, applied a local anesthetic to her scalp and taped glasses to her face to prevent blood from dripping into her eyes. Then, using a mirror for guidance, she bored a hole about a half-inch wide in the top of her head just above the hairline while a friend filmed the procedure. She says she immediately felt better. “I found it gave me more energy, lifted me up, made me more buoyant,” she says. Over time the feeling that she had after the operation faded, says Feilding. So in February of this year, Feilding had a doctor in Mexico City drill another, larger hole on the right side of her head. To ensure that it wouldn’t grow over, she had a piece of wax inserted in the wound to inhibit the growth of bone. Her husband, a former Oxford University professor (who, incidentally, once instructed now-President Bill Clinton), also had a hole made in his skull. Feilding says the results were similar in the second surgery as in the first. Feilding says she gets hundreds of requests a year through her Web site from people who ask her how to get trepanned by a licensed physician. Most of them won’t be able to, as Feilding found, because few doctors will agree to perform the procedure. Feilding has taken up the cause in local politics, running for local office twice (she lost both times). And she is constantly lobbying the British government to pay for trepanation and research into the effects of the operation."

Here, a pic of her doing it (bottom)
http://skepdic.com/trepanation.html

All hail the brilliant retards.

It is disgusting, the sleepwalking beasts that amble about our world. But, one must not forget... They have their uses... Not all are cut out to delve into the moirass of the mind. And many who try don't come back.
Morass, fellow. M-o-r-a-s-s.

And the usefulness of these sleepwalkers is simply...... more ass.

You're going to hold Nietzsche up as an expert on women? Speaking of Nietzsche... I feel that he utterly failed to get his true point across. And that he's not as cruel as made out to be. One of his main points was a light-heartedness, a joking nature. I think many took his jokes seriously
No, I don't hold him to it.
In fact, the man was a resentful beast spurned by the woman he coveted- Salome.
Which means his wisdom was that of beaten men- found also in the ~misogany~ of Schopenheaur who was rejected by a woman who chose Byron's poetry to his bulky philosophy. Found also in the midgets left standing at the altar.
Just need their penis sucked, ya know?

And - true. His image was corrupted by his sister Elizabeth, as all women are wont to do in shitting on beauty. The man was a cruel dancer and a free spirit- not the waste propogandized for Germany.
Same for Darwin and capitalism.
I can even show you the passages if you'd like.

... Are you a Nietzschian?
We'll throw this word in with 'creature' and 'diaphonous', yes?
Turd.

Very. The mind is amazing in it's complexity. And to think, we're just trumped up monkeys.
I know.

And funny how a couple of barrel monkeys just happend to keep this thread alive. Bigal one day wonders about Kaballah, creates a thread and with time its ended up here in a language theory.
The wonders of magic.

We are now on the brink of evolution- the hardest thing I've always found was making the connection.
Example: Richard Dawkins. Brilliant author and biologist who just so happened to change Douglas Adam's teetering agnosticism with his "Selfish Gene"
So I check out the man's book, read what he wrote and he too has managed to convince me..
For the first time in my life I begin to think of Man as evolved from this animal that too has a prehensile thumb- the picture was foggy before since the thought of my own body having once been short and covered in fur (as in the Austrolophethecine) let alone single celled slime millions of years ago....was proposturous. But the man built a computer program that, with time, proved evolution to him.
And to me.

However- I turn it, and on the back cover was his picture. Typical phillosopher- frail, pale and baby faced. I had to believe he was a hominid once and I couldn't do it.
I could picture me now millions of years ago looking like slime, but him?

I know you'd love to think so. And I am picturing you picturing me doing so... With your largest spiked dildo in hand burning out your battery supply. But, no, my dear. Out door only. Nothing goes in this boy's ass. Not even your pretty little finger...
You mean the finger pushing your eyes towards the back of your skull?
What's so pretty about it?
Muahahahaha....

Oh, cruel woman. Can you not fulfill the book's desire without destroying it?
And I'm not above admitting I'm embarrassed- I delayed posting hoping to have Gazzaniga already checked out but no dice.
You, I doubt, have checked out "Phantoms in the Brain" so it makes me feel better.
That's the best book in the bunch, you know.
Ramachandran is a witty, brilliant motherfucker.

Very pretty. And insightful. I like the idea as well. But, you shouldn't feel yourself as expendable. Not as important as once thought, but integral to the very nature of the beast. Without "you", you would be no more than the automatic beast. Performing her actions with no more than a nudge from the baser parts of the brain. There is much to be said of the act of observation which is our ultimate task and most redeeming feature. If only we can accept our positions as observers of the body rather than it's master we might make ourselves a finer creature.
Creature, huh?

Anyway, I was thinking this also. This medium is the perfect example of what we're discussing.
Look at these sentences, did a wordoount: 1286 words.
We both are disembodied typists hundreds and hundreds of miles away but look at the power of misplacement in langauge- I can almost hear and touch and feel and smell each person in their text. This concrete entity we call language is able to suck us in vicariously to live in some other's world- it becomes animated and for some, can build a whole fantasy only alive in their little brains that feed on the abstracts.
Porfiry no longer becomes the word on this screen. Its a personality living in Australia and it moves with his sentences. Proud Muslim is a personality we'd all like to see shot.

In short, from concrete realities to generalized abstractions coming alive with perception and abstract- this is the perfect medium to show this.
This place is a project in ...animism.

HA!
 
Encore:

I, unlike the generic asshole, wait untill I've culled my resources without alluding to things not conducive to dialogue in my rush to reply- gendanken
 
Gendanken,

I'm going to reply before I read you new posts. No doubt if I read them first, these ideas I had will be driven from my mind as always. Or buried beneath new thoughts I should say. But, by the way, you're right, I haven't checked out phantoms in the brain. It was checked out... Fuckers.

Ok, let's return for a moment to Kaballah and Zohar. It is after all the "topic". :)

I've been reading "The man who mistook his wife for a hat". Fascinating stuff. Case studies of several varieties of neural disorders. And, it prompted me to come up with this.

A possible explanation for transcendentalism and the kaballah.

Ok, we all know that kaballah is a method of meditation that allows one to advance the "spheres" and reach the "oneness" of god. It is done by means of meditation and creating an astral body (or rather harnessing that astral body we supposedly already have.) I think that there is also another body for the higher planes. The spiritual body. Funny, we run once more into the rule of threes. Physical, astral, and spiritual.

So, the kaballah initiate meditates. A means of silencing the chatterbox. Stilling the interpreter mechanism that babbles it's little stories all the days of our lives. A "timelessness" is made. A "not putting into memory". This is obviously affecting two seperate parts of the brain.

But, this meditation is not the end. It is, perhaps, in eastern meditations. Once timelessness is reached, zen, s'tori (not sure if this is a real word. It's used in Dune as wordlessness.) Once the mind has quieted and that moment of "clarity" comes, it is time to create or envision the astral form. (I've never been able to achieve the silencing of the self and have even tougher times envisioning an astral body. Poor self-image no doubt.) So, the proprioception of the body is transferred to another form. The 'vibrations' of this form are increased and that is how it rises through the spheres.

So, what we have is first a silencing of the chatterbox. Then, we spur it on. Perhaps, I have been misusing the "chatterbox" analogy and shoud refer to it as the interpreter mechanism. For it deals with more than language. It takes this and that from here and there and weaves them together into an aesthetic whole. So, now that it is spurred on once more (this time with the attempt at wordlessness) it creates a fairy-land. The astral voyages.

I should probably go through my Zohar encyclopedia and relate the effects of the various spheres. They are each unique in their own way. Some are reserved for the dead, while others are for lives not born. Others for beings that will never be born. And at the end, at the very top, is that "oneness" with god. The true timelessness. The loss of self and time.

It is interesting to note that the astral body must be tied to the physical with the "silver string". If not done so, the traveller may never again return to his body. A misplaced proprioception. I have no doubt that many who have attempted to do these things have damaged their minds unwittingly. It's a dangerous place to play games with.

I've got some stories from the book that I'd like to relate, but, alas, I have things that I must do first. But, I will leave you with this tidbit. Ever heard of Korsakov's Syndrome? It is caused by (among other things) alcoholic abuse. It destroys the mammillary bodies within the brain. A permanent "blackout." (I've always wondered about these. I'm prone to blackouts if I drink liquor. Always wondered "who's" running the show at such times. That's why I always stuck to beer.) They give two striking example's of Korsakov's syndrome in the book. One, Jimmy, is calm and peaceful. He remembers clearly his life before 1945 but nothing since. He is caught in time. Another example is William. William just had the attack that caused his disease. He's raging inside, trying to correct the problem. Jimmy shows confusion and sadness. Yet at times (during communion and while gardening) seems to come into himself again for brief moments. William is hounded with the need to create the lost identity. He will constantly reinvent every waking moment, every waking moment filled with social activity that is (he too is somewhat at peace in the garden, away from social aspects.) William is capable of spinning tales beyond imagining. First, he's a butcher, then a preacher, then the arctic explorer (the last I made up, but I don't doubt that he's come up with similar). He must recognize those he speaks to, you're a customer, you're a teacher, you're a doctor, you're that kid down the hall. The nuns at the hospital, who know both of these characters, when asked of souls told the doctor that Jimmy has a soul, all one has to do is look at him during communion and one can see this. But, William is another matter. The sisters are troubled over him. They agree that he no doubt has a "soul". But, it would seem that what has happenned to him has removed his capacity to feel. His stories are constant and fabulous. But inherently empty. They last for a brief moment and are gone. It is as if Jimmy, while empty, can sometimes sense what he has lost, at least there is a sadness there. William is too busy confabulating to care. The feelings are unimportant. It is the story that matter.

Anyway, good book. Makes me sad for these people.

More later.
 
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A "timelessness" is made. A "not putting into memory". This is obviously affecting two seperate parts of the brain.
More like the whole- what we call memory is a holistic phenomena that puts me in mind of quantum mechanics. You can pinpoint it and not simultaneously.

Concerning the Kaballah, I am NOT an expert in its terminology so had to look this up. I am however familiar with its transcendental outlines scripted cast and mold as all other religions and mysticisms.
In the Tree of Life we find, in descending order:

Keter (the crown)
Chokhmah (wisdom)
Binah (intuition, understanding)
Chesed (mercy)
Gedulah (greatness),
Tiferet (glory),
Netzach (victory),
Hod (majesty),
Yesod (foundation)
Malkut (sovereignty).

With success measured as how far up one has meditated to achieve.
Notice the attrubutes given to each Seiferot.
All is a process of purifying, cleansing the soul by focusing on one point.
You find this in Buddhism.
Zen.
Toaism.
Shintoism.
Gnosticism.
Practically every religion that focuses on Oneness.

And it seems to me hillarious to think that all these Tibetans, Baptists, Christians, Muslims, Catholics and New Agers with their fasting and ascetic lifestyles and moral doctrines seeking purity are simply trying to rid themselves not of demons, but of a language (yes language, and here we disagree) gone amuck inside.

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And you've said as much by calling it a "chatterbox"
 
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Agreed, no part can be truly seperated from the whole. It can be removed but cannot be examined wholely by itself. I was a bit too simplistic.

As to your delineation of the spheres. They are far more complex than that. They each have a feel above and beyond the one word description added to them. The word is merely a way to home in on the particular essence of each sphere. I really should break out the encyclopedia, but I've got much more interesting books on the table right now. Perhaps after. Then again, it probably won't take long. I did devote some small effort to understanding this years ago and the memories might be easy to ressurect.

And damnit, I still haven't got to your posts. I'll do it now.
 
Here, a pic of her doing it (bottom)

:eek: Crazy-ass motherfuckers... What can be said about people like this... I bet she's a health freak. I read an interesting tidbit on loss of proprioception becoming more common due to overdosing on vitamin b6 (pyridoxine). I wonder how much b6 she chokes down every day...

But, I guess if someone's gonna do it, better her than me. Unfortunately, not much true research can be gleaned in this manner as her chatterbox interprets the results for her. Of course she felt better when it was done. It vindicated her. And as the procedure and the visceralness of the experience fades... So does the feeling of well-being. Psychosomatic. I wonder if she is able to resist the urge to push on her soft spot. Note that she did it on the right side, so that bad side-effects might not be so drastic. (But if they do occur, they are the strangest...)

Just need their penis sucked, ya know?

The rare visit (possibly singular? It's been too long since reading of Nietzsche.) to the brothel is what brought on his downfall. At the least exacerbated it. Ironic isn't it? His mysogany bit him in the ass. Er the brain...

And - true. His image was corrupted by his sister Elizabeth, as all women are wont to do in shitting on beauty. The man was a cruel dancer and a free spirit- not the waste propogandized for Germany.
Same for Darwin and capitalism.
I can even show you the passages if you'd like.

I have read only the most teasing of referrences to his sister stealing his body and trying to make a cult of him. The woman was a pig and hopefully got her just desserts.

And as to the passages, please do so. Always eager, even if it is off-topic. I don't think Bigal was all that interested in the Kaballah to begin with. And staying on topic is always difficult when there are so many elusive strands of connection flailing about. Limiting, as will. IMO.

We'll throw this word in with 'creature' and 'diaphonous', yes?
Turd.

Just making sure. I find Nietzsche had much of value to say, but those who follow him wholeheartedly are somewhat... disturbing.
Turdette. :D Besides, I didn't call you a Nietzschian. Merely asking if you were. One never knows, you know.

Morass, fellow. M-o-r-a-s-s.

Apologies. I could have sworn that it was moirass. Perhaps I am combining the Irish name Moira with morass? I shall endeavor to do better in the future...

And funny how a couple of barrel monkeys just happend to keep this thread alive. Bigal one day wonders about Kaballah, creates a thread and with time its ended up here in a language theory.
The wonders of magic.

Indeed. But, one must see the connections in order to see the connections. Yes? And we don't seem to be bothering anyone. The initial responses were weak and the original poster's reply was weakly accepting of a simple explanation. He got what he wanted. Why shouldn't we get what we want?

We are now on the brink of evolution- the hardest thing I've always found was making the connection.

I've always felt this way. It seems that man's evolution was doing just fine, then he got hung up on hurdles thrown in by that very evolution. Tool use always being foremost in my thoughts. These damnable pockets that we wear. I now put language in as another tool, an area that I had not seen before. We are so amazed at the wonders of our tools that we can't get over them. We forget that they are tools. We make of them magical constructions of awe and wonder. But, there are those of an engineering mindset who is a bit more rational with their tool use. But, even these cannot get past the tools. We evolve our tools rather than ourselves. We become a tool of the tool.

The question is what are we to evolve into? Tools would seem the most obvious from our hurdles. But, there is something else that we might become if we can set aside our tools. Allow them to be merely tools. What this something is I don't know. Perhaps that's what I'm really looking for... Visions of super-brains lashing out at each other across unimaginable distances come to mind, but I feel that if these capabilities existed they would be more prevalent in our society. There has never been a single confirmed case of paranormal activity. In the presence of science, parascience falls apart.

Take the levitation trick pulled off by the yoga. The yoga can be seen floating a foot or more off the ground. His only balance a cane which he grasps with his hand. All who see this are amazed. They goggle. They oooh, they aaaah. They throw coins and conceive fantasies of learning such a thing themselves. Then, at the end of the day when no one is around (except the camera for one seemingly honest yoga) he get's up from his perch. Turns out the cane goes from his hand up his arm down his side to a seat upon which he is sitting. Now, this still shows an extreme act of mind. That balancing act must be extremely difficult. But, levitation it is not. It's a trick. Strange that a religion that professes to be so honest and pure should perform such tricks. In full knowledge that it is a trick and nothing more. Charlatan, indeed. Perhaps he convinces even himself that it true. Perhaps in the timeless prana bindu trance in which he places himself he "forgets" the trick. It no longer exists for him...

So I check out the man's book, read what he wrote and he too has managed to convince me..
For the first time in my life I begin to think of Man as evolved from this animal that too has a prehensile thumb- the picture was foggy before since the thought of my own body having once been short and covered in fur (as in the Austrolophethecine) let alone single celled slime millions of years ago....was proposturous. But the man built a computer program that, with time, proved evolution to him.
And to me.

However- I turn it, and on the back cover was his picture. Typical phillosopher- frail, pale and baby faced. I had to believe he was a hominid once and I couldn't do it.
I could picture me now millions of years ago looking like slime, but him?

Is this true? You once didn't believe in evolution? Or were you merely unsure about it? I can't recall a time in my life that this concept didn't scream truth at me. Or rather a simplification of a greater truth. One only has to look at monkeys with an impartial eye to see our cousins. Inconceivable that you did not see this as I did. Are you religious? Were religious? Religious background? I come from a religious state, but managed to make it through schooling before they started teaching creationism in their schools (this disgusts me to no end. I cannot conceive that such a step backwards has taken place. The book burnings begin with such small steps.

I see monkey's in us all. Even those great philosophers who so eloquantly preach their thoughts. Perhaps even more so in them. For they are vain and pompous (to a large extent). How closer to monkey behaviour can you get? Mating ritual. Territorial pissings. They deny themselves, but affirm exactly what they deny by their very denial.

You, I doubt, have checked out "Phantoms in the Brain" so it makes me feel better.
That's the best book in the bunch, you know.
Ramachandran is a witty, brilliant motherfucker.

I feared as much. And, no it was checked out. I hope it will be in later when I return some of these.

In short, from concrete realities to generalized abstractions coming alive with perception and abstract- this is the perfect medium to show this.
This place is a project in ...animism.

Ah hah! You're absolutely right. And I have even been digging at you with certain words in this vein without even realizing it. The mind unaware of why it does what it does interjects a thoughtful reason for it... :p

Next, magic must be brought in. A manipulation of the animism. Editing and deleting one's posts? Next, the priest. Moderators? But, somehow it fails before it can go the whole route. For, with this manipulation of anima comes more anger than fear. It does illustrate the importance of fear and awe to the process.

So, this place is a project in animism through contempt or anger or respect, but fear is lacking. And so it can progress beyond what it is. But, if virtual space were perfected. If we could congregate in a vast virtual hall and gabble back and forth at each other as those primitives did, perhaps fear and awe might come as a consequence. We'd still have the problems with this being a man-made place therefore there is little that is unknown to fear other than the other personalities. Animism might not be appropriate since we know that there are people on the other end. If we didn't know, then...
 
I'll post it anyway-

They are far more complex than that. They each have a feel above and beyond the one word description added to them.
This is it.
This is *just* it, the way these life philsophies insist on labeling these complexia as Unknowable- the 'numinous' accoring to Otto, the G-d concept with the mystical Jew making it far more untouchable by refusing to spell the name out.
What better way to keep a king on his throne than to idealize governmental complexity when its really a simple idiot on a throne?

Look, there's a concept called abstract-rule theory, I forget who coined it but irrelevant. It sayz and real quick, I'm rather annoyed I don't have references: human congition makes errors due to failure in understanding problems.
And the mistake, once made, integrates into a schema that the interpreter you speak of manipulates.
Its not reality it manipulates- its these errors he's made (schemas) and you have to think of the irony in this. Human sanity is only possible becuase of these errors, which is fascinating.



Another thought: you know Java, yes? It involves translating the higher-language of the programmer to the lower-level machine language or byte code of a hypothetical computer. You need a compiler to do this.
This compiler is the analogue of our interpreter- but a computer, lacking a chatterbox, remains a computer. It never becomes its tools, as you say.
We have.

More later.

This word will be sung to guitar at your funeral.
 
Its not reality it manipulates- its these errors he's made (schemas) and you have to think of the irony in this. Human sanity is only possible becuase of these errors, which is fascinating.

Ahh, schema. I saw a reference to this in the split brain site as it detailed the interpreter mechanism. I didn't fully understand it at that point, so didn't post it in my explanation. The right brain is schema free, while the left is adept at constructing schema. So schema refers to error?

This compiler is the analogue of our interpreter- but a computer, lacking a chatterbox, remains a computer. It never becomes its tools, as you say.
We have.

Interesting notion. I posted in QQ's free will experiment thread of the need for a chatterbox for self-awareness.

But, I feel that it's not so much that we have become our tools. We are in danger of becoming tools to our tools. (which is different. Or is it?) It is that we have become (are becoming) subordinate to our tools. They tower above us. A creation thousands of years in the making. And we call them splendid. Not realizing that we are the product of billions of years of evolution and should tower over our tools. Tricky concept. Very abstract. I don't have it completely worked through yet. Just a vague glimmering.

This word will be sung to guitar at your funeral.

And a most touching ceremony it will be. Me burning merrily away upon my funeral pyre, seeking from beyond the grave to constantly shift the wind so that the smoke from corpse will always go towards the mourners. (I'm dead fuckers, eat this.) And Gendanken singing her soulful dirge. Finally made aware that there are things that should be mourned. That she shouldn't have pulled my intestines out through my nose. That she didn't really need to see what my brain looked like. (If you're truly sorry, I will attempt to keep the smoke from your eyes, but if any of the others try to take advantage and stand near you? Nothing I can do then. Cough away. :D)
 
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human congition makes errors due to failure in understanding problems.
And the mistake, once made, integrates into a schema that the interpreter you speak of manipulates.
Its not reality it manipulates- its these errors he's made (schemas) and you have to think of the irony in this. Human sanity is only possible becuase of these errors, which is fascinating.

Take an introductory textbook in informal logic, and it says somewhere something like:
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Peter has a dog.
There is a dog with a white spot on his tail.
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Peter's dog has a white spot on his tail.

The above premises are valid, but they do not necessarily support the conclusion. Therefore, new premises must be added in order to make this a valid argument.

If the conclusion is regarded as valid though, without adding new premises, an error occurs -- and the outcome of reasoning is not adequate to the perceived reality.

Say, that we would agree that "Peter's dog has a white spot on his tail.", but then Peter would come and say that the dog with a whiite spot on his tail isn't his dog. Either Peter is lying, or the conclusion we made was false. If we're truthful, we'll find we've made an error in our reasoning, and correct it in accordance with new data we got.
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However, regarding "Human sanity is only possible becuase of these errors" -- this is so only in an ideal case.

Otherwise, a certain amount of sanity is sacrificed in order to allow for a relative stability of the social system. If we'd be truthful all the time -- I guess human civilization would never happen.

(Take a classical religious case: You'll be called a liar and discarded, so that the religious can keep *his sense* of sanity, and thereby social stability, and thereby survival of his society. Like, you know, "faith begins where reason stops".)
 
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Take an introductory textbook in informal logic, and it says somewhere something like:
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Peter has a dog.
There is a dog with a white spot on his tail.
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Peter's dog has a white spot on his tail.
Here's a juicier one:
Country bumpkins happen to think that oppossums have sex with their noses.
Meaning, that the male sticks his member in her nose, impregnating her. She then curls up and sneezes them into her pouch (oppossums being the only marsupials in North America) and voila- babies crawl out towards her nipples weeks later.
This, from the faulty conclusions of causality.

What's happened here is that the male oppossum just so happens to have a double headed penis to fit the female's forked vagina- but no, the human imbecile supposes his double penis fits her nose because what she does before birth, to him, is not cleaning her pouch but sneezing the embryos into her abdomen.

Valid observations culminating in sheer error. A comedy.

Speaking of which:
However, regarding "Human sanity is only possible becuase of these errors" -- this is so only in an ideal case.

Otherwise, a certain amount of sanity is sacrificed in order to allow for a relative stability of the social system. If we'd be truthful all the time -- I guess human civilization would never happen.
Its prevalent in all cases- error to the one making it is truth.
Its the basis of intellect, what good is its growth had there not been labels to work with?
Think of error the world's largest colon and intellect a hookworm inside. It develops parasitically. Objective truth is absurd and unmanagable and in it no civilization would ever happen. Not otherwise.
Which is thrilling to think about- all moral codes with their manicured little notions of good and nobilty are simply sloppy errors the human is parasitic to in his desperation for sanity.
HA.

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Loathe the headnoise, tends to muddle up terminologies.
"what we call memory is a holistic phenomena " should have read
"what we call memory is a holographic phenomena "
Therefore, it puts me in mind of quantum mechanics. You can pinpoint it (memory) and not simultaneously.
 
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They accept canned answers from canned theisms and instead of waking up to the gorgeous absurdity that is life on earth they end up dying in dead ends we call Zen, Kaballah, Christianity, Catholicism, Protestanism, Buddhism.
I tried telling this to that stupid fuck Spidergoat long ago, who tried preaching his Zen to me once, but only got mystical regurgitations in return. Then he called me a sow. Ooooh. Ahhhh.

Waking up is Zen you pseudo-intellectual brain fart.
 
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