Life Is A Strange Loop, Gestures of Creation & Renaissance Humanity

tag · Mar 2, 2019

A few weeks ago, someone wrote these comments:

To be honest, I feel a great stagnancy and coldness in the world in general, so if people are seeking something and it's not here; it could be because it's not anywhere.
Yet, at the same time, it is everywhere if we find a way to tap into it against all odds against us on this planet.
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As I read this I thought to myself, I’m not experiencing the world this way.
And wondered if perhaps it’s because I walk in nature so much.

The second sentence grabbed my imagination. I felt there was something in that statement worth pondering.
I decided to hold that statement in my mind and heart while on my walks.

After a few days, a thought percolated into my awareness, “Life is a strange loop”. I kept getting this phrase during the night.

On 16 February, I realized it was related to the statement that I had decided to hold in mind and heart while I walked.

"Yet, at the same time, is is everywhere if we find a way to tap into it against all odds against us on this planet."

I have two books on my shelves with the phrase “strange loop” in the titles.
One by Joseph Chilton Pearce, a favorite author, titled, “Strange Loops and Gestures of Creation”.
Another by Douglas Hofstadter, an interesting thinker, “I Am A Strange Loop”.
The first book seems the more relevant to the statement pondered.
I’ve started rereading both these books.

I wish I had time to deep dive on them.

That’ll have to wait until I’m finished with the Appalachian Trail thru-hike.

There's a quote in Joseph Chilton Pearce's book that leaped out at me.

"We are a billion heads and one heart."

tag · Sep 19, 2020

tag said: ↑

An interesting aside, at least for me, is a poem by Antonio Machado.
It's quoted at the beginning of the last chapter of Joseph Chilton Pearce’s book.

Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.

Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.

Walker, you make the road,
and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.

Walker, there is not road,
only foam trails on the sea.
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More from the book by JCP (Joseph Chilton Pearce), Strange Loops
This is to weave into some thinking processes, later on, (across time)

Evolution is the transcendent aspect of creation, rising to go beyond itself, being the response of life to its own ever-unfolding evolution. And every living phenomenon or event reaches, at some point, it’s eventual limitation and constraint.

To move beyond limitation and constraint is a twofold process: first, to generate such movement itself, and second, to create that which lies beyond and manifests through movement.

“Where” transcendence might go in the “moving beyond” is determined by the going itself.

We walk by falling forward, and go where we have to go … poet Roethke.

Our “going” enters into the nature of that which we enter into and bring about by our going – which is the very definition of the strange loops rising within this “mirroring” process.

As Robert Sardell points out, in that Moment, the future will flow into our present, “making all things new”, if allowed.

Not death itself, but the fear it engenders, is the greatest of constraints.

Emotion involves our capacity to relate and interact, which is a cultural issue, not ontological, and tackled later in this book.

Wandering or meandering stochastically (randomly or emergent) through its endless branching ways, is more true-to-life as it happens.

(page xx)
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Sort of like feeling your way forward, or flying by the seat of your pants, by feel.

'Feel' as a movement, does not readily translate into words, in a linear, or even a sequential, fashion. It transcends the constraints of our perception of time.

The Tao comes to mind, a majestic random synergy that holds the potential to affect your life daily -- if you pay attention, with awareness.

The Tao is often experienced as synchronicity, meaningful coincidences, serendipity, when we are aligned to it's highest purpose.

tag · Sep 19, 2020

Parking this here right now, solely on the basis of intuition...

Media and Earth-Reactions
In previous, pre-electronic media times, emotional reactions to local disasters took place only within a local population. One group warring on another, for instance, remained localized within that specific area simply by the comparative isolation and distance between communities. Calamities in one area obviously could not activate an emotional reaction in some far-removed locale simultaneously, and even such information arriving later and at second hand in far-flung place would be too sporadic and isolated to build into a significant "negative force".

Widespread, synchronous emotional incoherence can and does continually take place today, however, through electronic media. This now saturates every inch of the Earth's surface and atmosphere, from Arctic snow-fields to New York, London, the jungle of Africa, steppes of Asia, or wherever. Thus 9-11, sweeping up every form of media for day on end, repeated ad nauseam and witnessed by virtually the entire population of our planet, brought about surprisingly powerful emotional reactions in those populations. Even in such far-flung climes as Australia, reports were of people rushing into the streets to share their distress, as the images played on and on. All of this planet-wide attention -- and resulting emotion -- created a negative field-effect of serious planet-wide force, indistinguishable from other planetary physical disruptions and temporarily bringing corresponding shifts in Earth's magnetic fields.
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(page 67, Chapter 6, Scientific Perspectives of Mind-Heart and Resonant Fields, Strange Loops and Gestures of Creation by Joseph Chilton Pearce)
(journal note,6 July 2020)

tag · Mar 2, 2019

An interesting aside, at least for me, is a poem by Antonio Machado.
It's quoted at the beginning of the last chapter of Joseph Chilton Pearce’s book.

Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.

Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.

Walker, you make the road,
and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.

Walker, there is not road,
only foam trails on the sea.

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