Utimate Frames of Reference

by Christopher Lovejoy on January 5, 2019

Is it true? Is it true that we each live, love, and learn through the user illusion?

For the past twenty years, a central theme of information processing has been that our brains present us with a user interface, in a way not unlike a laptop computer ~ delayed in time, compressed, summarized, edited, incomplete, and … perhaps more often than not, inaccurate.

If true, and studies are bearing this out (e.g., Nature 414, 6861, 302 – 305, Illusory perceptions of space and time preserve cross-saccadic perceptual continuity), then it would stand to reason that human interaction and behavior must be viewed in terms of this potent illusion.

We are conduits for data, and yet we are also expected to be accountable for this data. One must wonder: if the mind has such a tiny view of the world at any given time, a view that is not only incomplete but inaccurate, is it really fair to expect ourselves to be wholly accountable?

Could it be that the purpose of life is to understand and program the subconscious mind?

Or is there more to this than meets the eye?

And what does memory have to do with it?

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I am sitting at my laptop by a window in view of a brick wall. My fingers are icy cold and I am feeling quite tired from not having slept very well the night before. I just finished eating breakfast, which amounted to three apples that had been sitting inside the fridge for over a week.

Having just offered you this frame of reference, how do you feel?

Pause, breathe, smile … let the feeling come into consciousness.

Now let’s switch this fictional frame for yet another fictional frame …

I am sitting at my laptop by a window with a breathtaking view of the city in which I live. I am feeling warm and cosy, having slept very well the night before. I just finished drinking a breakfast smoothie made of coconut water, four ripe bananas, and 2 cups of frozen blueberries.

Having just offered you this frame of reference, how do you feel?

Pause, breathe, smile … let the feeling come into consciousness.

Now let’s switch this fictional frame for yet another fictional frame …

I am sitting at my laptop by a window with a calming picturesque view of hills full of trees. I am feeling at ease with myself, having slept soundly the night before. I just finished eating a platter of whole, fresh, ripe, raw, succulent chunks of honey dew melon, cantaloupe, and pineapple.

Having just offered you this frame of reference, how do you feel?

Pause, breathe, smile … let the feeling come into consciousness.

They say that perception is reality, although if we were to be honest with ourselves, we would be quick to add that reality is also existence as perceived by consciousness, and that the perceiving itself would be taken literally, seeing through to reality without frames and filters.

But who among us can see through to reality without a frame or filter?

In light of the three descriptions above, some readers will identify most strongly with the first; some will identify most strongly with the second; and some will identify most strongly with the third ~ it all depends on how each of these descriptions rub them, grab them, or hold them.

“Will I continue reading this post with interest in light of the first scenario, if true?”

“Will I continue reading this post with interest in light of the second scenario, if true?”

“Will I continue reading this post with interest in light of the third scenario, if true?”

But then, …

What if I told you that the first scenario is temporary? That the second scenario is one in which I rarely if ever leave? That the third scenario is just for today and that I’ll be returning to a dirty old shack that I share with nine others? Would these qualifications affect your intentions?

Of course they would, and yet …

The experiments have shown us that no intention is ever hatched in consciousness; intentions are mere premonitions, already formed below conscious awareness; intentions are choices only to the extent to which one agrees to act on them or not, as much “free won’t” as “free will.”

Which kind of begs the question: who or what is the source of these intentions?

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If perception is incomplete and oftentimes inaccurate (The Wayward Mind (Guy Claxton)), and if intentions are already formed before they arise in consciousness (Mind Time (Benjamin Levitt)), then who or what on Earth is in charge of our perceptions and intentions?

Imagine that: choices have already been made for us, intentions little more than premonitions, with this one notable exception: reactions to whatever comes up for processing, cognitively and emotionally, can be consciously modulated and regulated before action is taken.

Just so long as you can catch yourself before you react.

In his book, Destiny of Souls, the author references a hallowed space in between lives called The Ring of Destiny, where souls preview programmed lifetimes and timelines, as this or that person, in this or that body, with this or that family, from this or that perspective, with this or that objective, through this or that encounter, with this or that experience, prior to incarnation in this dense manifest realm.

Your job, as an incarnated soul, is to go with the flow, while finetuning your capacity to modulate and regulate your reactions to whatever comes up for processing. But wait, there’s more: you also get to play with your conditioned memories, discharging them as you see fit.

Now repeat after me: “I am, really and truly, free to be me.”

Conceivably, you could wipe the slate clean, moving away from your designated timeline, and discharge all conditioned memories back to Source, back to the Zero State with Zero Limits, where nothing exists ~ no needs, no cravings, no problems, no cares, no concerns.

All of these, and more, are merely memories replaying themselves in and out of consciousness ~ programmed and conditioned memories that have grown stale and out of date, some of them recirculating long past their expiration dates ~ so, what is the true source of my inspiration?

Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.

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While writing this post, I went out this morning to buy some groceries at my usual time and day (I rather like that I can bring this programming into play) and saw fit to buy a carton of perfectly ripened kiwis (hey, I’m a fruity kind of guy) that was on sale at an amazingly good price.

I was inspired to set myself up to cut these kiwis in half on a cutting board in my kitchen and scoop the juicy flesh from the skin with a tiny spoon ~ one at a time ~ as I continue to write this post.

I don’t usually buy kiwis, so what inspired me to buy them? I have no idea. What inspired me to begin eating them now? I have no idea. What inspired me to share these mundane details? I have no idea.

To be honest, it just felt good and right to do. I’ve eaten two already, and I have five more to go. Will I eat them all throughout the morning? I have no idea. Maybe. Maybe not. I do, however, remain mindfully choiceless with any inspirations that might come up for processing.

Mindfully choiceless? … choicelessly mindful? … hmmm …

Two paradigms are at play where the modulation and regulation of reaction are concerned: “separate and control” or “integrate and release;” am I “compelled to maintain the illusion of control at all times” or am I “inspired to integrate and release whatever comes up for processing?”

This is not an idle question, a plaything of philosophers, psychologists, and theologians alike, and this is certainly not an easy question to answer as and when difficult, potentially volatile situations and interactions confront us with their corrective or instructive karmic feedback.

By the way, I just ate another kiwi. Let’s hear it for kiwi power, inspired as I go …

Seriously, are you foolish enough to think that “separate and control” is the way to go, given that you are merely concentrating, compressing, and condensing a set of memories that replay over and over and over again in your subconscious mind? Just how utterly foolish is this?

Sorry, I was just compelled to take a pee. I’m back now. Might have been those kiwis. Discharging as I go … now where was I? Ah yes, … “separate and control.” By contrast, “integrate and release” allows for the formation of new and fresh (and dischargable!) memories.

Remember what I said about cares, concerns, and cravings forming memories that replay themselves over and over and over again? These charged (some of them very highly charged), programmed, and conditioned memories displace Zero, the Zero State at Zero Limits.

As such, no inspiration can get through to your consciousness.

You’re just another puppet, robot, or zombie (take your pick).

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Yum.

Three more kiwis to go.

Where memories circulating in and out of consciousness ad nauseum tend to be old and stale, unwanted and unwelcome, inspirations on the other hand are most welcome, seemingly popping up out of nowhere and remaining ever new and fresh in the course of lived experience.

I mean, who needs intentions when you can have inspirations?

Receive, reflect, respond, and let the miracles happen, leaving the memories behind.

If only it were that easy, but then, why is not easy? Could it be that easy?

can I determine the timing of my own death?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

can I steer the fate of my body beforehand?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

can I then determine the course of my soul?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

can I then decide the course of my next life?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

can I then determine the timing of my return?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

can I then steer the fate of my life beyond?
that is, where, with whom, by what manner?

or am I forever at the mercy of thanksgiving
for whomever and whatever comes my way?

just how much must I be of service to thee?
just how sensitive and submissive can I be?

What if all we did, through the course of living our lives as enlightening members of a most unusual species, was to integrate and release, clean and clear, all the memories that forever lurk and leer and lunge behind our incessant cares, concerns, cravings, and compulsions?

What do you suppose would happen? Any ideas?

A return to the Zero State with Zero Limits (a return to innocence, in other words) requires dis-charging the many and various memories that persist in fueling the cares, concerns, cravings, and compulsions that continue to plague humanity since the dawn of history on this planet.

In resolving outstanding karma, one does not erase a memory; one dis-charges a memory of its emotional charge. One does not forgive to forget; one accepts and forgives the act or experience while dis-charging the memory of the emotion associated with the act or experience.

One never forgets; indeed, one need not ever forget ~ merely forgive ~ so that one can keep on giving.

How best to dis-charge the memories? How best to accept and forgive?

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Two more kiwis to go …

What if we could talk our way out of letting stale memories dictate how we think, feel, behave, and decide what is best? In a recent post of mine, I re-introduced and discussed at length these magical phrases: I love you; I’m sorry; please forgive me; thank you. When spoken, either alone or in combination, aloud or in the privacy of one’s own thoughts, they can serve to discharge painful or distressing memories.

Based on testimony, these magical phrases also seem to best work their magic when written or spoken, diligently and sincerely, in especially difficult, challenging, and/or volatile situations or interactions.

Do we need to know why these phrases are magical? Not really. Just know that when you keep saying them, diligently and sincerely, at the most appropriate times, you see more than mere results …

“Wait, how did that happen?”

“Whoa, can anyone here say synchronicity?”

“Synchro-destiny, anyone?”

I can well imagine that as I continue to integrate and release memories, as I grow ever closer to the Zero State with Zero Limits, it becomes less necessary to speak the magical phrases, living and relating as if these magical phrases are already dancing off the tip of my tongue.

Do you feel me?

Love you, bless you, thank you.

Like that.

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One more kiwi to go …

The imagination is a wondrous thing ~ I can imagine being, having, doing, and enjoying pretty much anything my heart desires, but … do I have the patience, intelligence, wisdom, and wherewithal to bring it all to fruition, to keep bringing it all to fruition without losing sight of what is worthy of me and worthwhile to me, while remaining in the flow of my truth at peace with bliss through grace and ease?

In an easy and relaxed manner, in a healthy and positive way, in its own perfect timing, for the highest good of all, I allow myself … to have the patience, intelligence, wisdom, and wherewithal to bring all that my heart desires to fruition, to keep bringing it all to fruition without losing sight of what is worthy of me and worthwhile to me, while finding the flow of my truth at peace with bliss through grace and ease.

No need to pretend to wipe the slate clean and start over with a new lease on life.

No need to pretend to insist or persist in being, having, or doing it this way or that.

No need to pretend to see or treat this reality as anything other than pure heaven.

Love you, bless you, thank you.

Just like that.

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