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Deathbed advice # 79: "Don't jump off the diving board just because everybody else is doing it. We all know it kinda hurts and gets water in your nose. And they usually end up just laughing at you. Just stay in the nice warm pool and enjoy yourself."

I remember my wise sister Deborah once telling me there are two movements to living your life: you can open up and outward, or you can close yourself off. I have never forgotten that, always asking myself "am I opening up to life, or am I closing myself off from it?" One is the way of discovery and love, and the other is the way of avoidance and fear. Which will you choose?

Nothing comforts and bonds us together more than remembering the same things together. In the face of a world where everything is sadly fading away over the horizon, it is consoling to be reminded that we are all in this boat together.

Thinking about information in terms of fields lately. I sit this morning in my living room. The ambient outdoor light comes in thru the windows illuminating everything sufficiently. The light is not radiant or directional. It is diffuse and omnidirectional and reflective, saturating the space of my apt with a field of images accessible to my eyes from every point within it. It is a wild yet structured holographic movie of shapes and colors and shadows all experienced by my brain as "this room I am now in." The information contained in this field is vast and condensed, providing me with everything I perceive in my apt. Should I seal up my windows, my apt would be completely dark. The information field would be gone, and I would have no perception of anything within it.

The air also acts as an information field for sound, relaying all the noises thru which I am aware of events beyond my body. The same is true of my wi-fi, my router snatching the necessary signals from the surrounding space to keep me informed and online. The Internet too as a kind of hyperspatial global field, containing more information than I can even imagine!

Information then as a field of energy, and like energy, existing potentially or dormant and kinetic or dynamic. Light fields, acoustic fields, EM fields, and cyber fields, all interpenetrating the same space around me as the immediate medium of all information about the world and beyond my body.

Imagine a "cloud" of such interpenetrating fields, all interacting together somehow as one sentience--one ubiquitous field of consciousness. The field comes alive, capable of experiencing itself thru the cumulative input of our 8 billion mind energies. The transition from material being to pure ethereal mind being. The Logos of Philip K. Dick:

“The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts.”— Philip K. Dick

Geez! I do one google search for Christmas lights and suddenly my FB newsfeed is full of Christmas light ads. The algorithms are ruthless. Wouldn't it be great if real life was like this? You think of a beautiful person you'd like to meet, and suddenly all these beautiful people start showing up in your life. They say that's called manifesting, sending out your intent to the Universe and getting it back.. But maybe it's just the algorithms doin their thing at the base of our reality. Look for anything fervently enough and sure enough eventually it will turn up..maybe? lol

Here's a recent example of a guy who managed tp reset his algorithm..He really believed it would happen and even made the specific shirt for it. Then... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWR3fc4h9Ew

“How concrete everything becomes in the world of the spirit when an object, a mere door, can give images of hesitation, temptation, desire, security, welcome and respect. If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one's entire life.”― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

A well-designed house is always most appreciated for the places where it is not. In the windows and doorways and roomy living spaces and porches and decks. It is an artful structuring of space and light, not of wood and brick. Its aim is one of opening up and freeing, not of containment. Of always bringing the outside in.

Below: Frank Lloyd Wright's "Taliesin"

If underneath our conscious awareness there were a highly intelligent unconscious artilect that could perform lightning fast inferences and projections and thought processes, it would seem to us as if we were experiencing these things as givens, as immediate perceptions and cognitive knowings of a given pre-ordered reality. In fact it would always only be our own minds generating and reupdating the most reliable probablistic construct for us to live in while filtering everything else out. That we are givenly conscious of a given world is in fact only a part of that construct. In fact we only live in a world pre-computed as such, as a rationalized and linguistic representation but not as something real in itself.

Remember how easy love came to us when we were kids? Just delighting in being with our parents, siblings, grandparents, pets, and friends. Then as we became teens our culture comes along and screws everything up. "Why aren't you loving anyone? Are you loving the right person? Are you loving the right gender? Do you love the right person enough? Do they love you enough? And what about sex?" Love that was once so pure and simple becomes twisted into this enormously complicated and anxious affair that in the end is nothing like what we knew it as. When it was just natural and unplanned and freely given to everyone.