Kevin's Watch

In fact, I don't know why I'm posting it. Nonetheless, I am.



I struggle to find a better way to describe the sensation than “opening”. It’s like switching on an electromagnet; where before there was inanition, there is suddenly affinity and invisible forces. The sensations are vague, and not easily defined in the terms of those who don’t experience them, but I shall make the attempt. Everything feels. Everything feels of something. In the same way that a visual display of magnetic forces will reveal a mass of lines and curves, swirling and moving, so a visual representation of these mysterious landscapes would show emanations from all things, the whole world immersed in the colours. But of course there is no visual representation, to the best of my knowledge. The colours are sensations, detected in the back of my neck, the top of my spine, and the base of my skull. The sensations are fuzzy, like the feeling I would expect from the thronging sleet on an untuned television screen. That is always present. Each object, person, or – more importantly – purpose makes waves in that. The waves feel different, depending on what is being sought. Some options (for it is always options, whether a direction, a person, an item, anything) feel pleasant and soothing, some feel jarring and uncomfortable. Some simply repel with considerable force, and some draw powerfully. The repulsion and attraction seem to be the alarm bells, the screaming of my hidden senses, clamouring for my urgent attention. The more indistinct sensations are the ones I experience when I am consciously or semi-consciously seeking an answer. When I am required to select which hand contains the coin, or which of several envelopes contains the money, I “open” - I reach out and feel. I have to gauge which sensation is the one I’m looking for, and experience suggests it’s not the pleasant one. It’s usually a sensation of mild discomfort, a vague ache mixed with a niggling compulsion, liked being nagged. But it takes time to assess which feeling is which; my “sense” appears to require a few moments of tuning, of refinement, before I can make a sound judgement; and I also need to observe, for the sensations aren’t fixed – they ebb and flow like water or thermal currents in the air, mingling and overlapping, momentarily eclipsing other sources. This is why I don’t like to operate the delicate machinery of the senses under pressure – to use a poor analogy, it is like (I would imagine) trying to perform painstaking surgery on national TV. The pressure of people expecting a result makes it more difficult to sift through the fluid mass. It introduces doubt, which is the seed of error; it’s possible to misjudge the…”currents”, for want of a better word…occasionally, but others who don’t experience this probably won’t understand that. They expect that it’s as simple as a ping and a yes or no, they don’t realise it takes skill and practice to interpret the emanations. Having said that, as long as I’m not being unduly pressured, and there is little expectation on me to give the correct answer, I usually do. A little trial and error taught me which sensation, roughly, is the target. I do occasionally wonder how much there is to this; would further practice enable me to extend my reach – perhaps learn what other types of emanations mean? On the other hand, the texture (that’s an apt word) seems to vary depending on context. Whatever I’m seeking, it always has the same texture. Perhaps the other textures (for there are many – it’s not as simple as “target” and “not target”) are just random interference, or perhaps they mean something. I’m intrigued, and I may yet seek a way to investigate…

Incognito, have you been around forever? Or are you just inside my head (heart)?
Yours is the voice that is always there, isn't it?
Isn't it?
I didn't even know I was going to write this, and yet here it is, flowing out, forming right before my eyes, answering to some call from "deep" to "deep".
I heard and I saw......ears to hear. eyes to see.
But what was it now that it's gone. Or is it gone?
Can I simply re-call it anytime I want to? Is it simply a part of me now? Is it in fact simple, not complicated at all, yet complicated completely where reason is concerned?
If I let go of reason, will feeling guide me? Or will there be something else, something more, something stronger still?
Can we investigate? Shall we? Or are we being investigated? Both?
I'm listening. watching. waiting.

Let your understanding have an affect on your vision. Allow yourself to believe you can see these things, and continue to tell yourself that if your eyes were better, you could see them. If your nose was better, you could smell them. If your nerves were sharper, you could feel them.
Watch your reality obey your desire.
I see the shapes that dance above our heads.

Interesting responses, guys. I'm moved that my rambling monologue provoked such poetry. I'd like to hear more about this from both of you.

I'd like to hear more about this from you, more than you'd like to hear more about this from me, I'd wager

There's little I can add. My post above covers everything I know.

Well, I'm a scientist by mentality, I don't just randomly believe things of the supernatural/spiritual kind, but I have to admit that if I watch the space over someones head as opposed to their face directly, I get an odd visual distortion sometimes, just very slight, and it seems to vary by degrees depending on circumstance.
The whole thing is actually embarassing, I don't really like talking about it very much.

I'm not of a scientific mentality, but I don't take any wishy washy "unexplained" accounts without a hefty dose of condiment. But I experience this far too consistently to be able to dismiss it anymore, whatever "it" is.

Right, exactly. There's too much unexplained phenomenon. It's not the feeling that freaks me out. It's the -results- of the feeling..... and there are some coincidences that are just too out of this world to be explained away. I dunno...

There are times when I fear that the black fog will take me
It threatens to smother me.
Then there are times when I feel so certain that there is a strength deep within me that just might be able to overcome anything.
I've fantasized that there is a hidden power about to reveal itself in me.
A power that will astonish the world and change everything as I discover the others who have also found this wonder -or had it find them.

Its root is a seed so perfectly simple, yet so utterly profound in its own properties that it cannot be
tampered with or led astray.
It is in and of itself pure.
My circle of experience is not large enough to accomodate this theory.
Is it a theory? Or the other side of the equation?

I think it was Coleridge who wrote: "What sense do we lack, that we cannot percieve another world, all around us."

And I know it was Shakespeare who said: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies."

Reality can obey your desires, there are "emanations" that speak to you on a level your sense rarely reach. The world is an amzing, and not necessarily rational place. The trick lies in recognising it.

Keep looking folks. We may well be the answers.

Peace
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We have been taught we are incapable of great things.
I've read the old philosophers, dealing with the old questions. The answers have been attained in the past, miracles have been done, before we were taught they could not be done.

Have no doubt, I have never met the person who has not experienced things that chill them to the core, things that they can only explain through vague rationalizations that serve themselves more than others, that let them keep the bounds of reality -exactly- where they sit, set in childhood.

If you sacrifice the science of today, you sacrifice the very earth you stand on. A great poet once said that to open your eyes, you have only to return to your childhood, and kick out the bottom.

Av, Jem, do go on. This is most interesting.

No pressure hey Cate?

As far as I'm concerned, reality is malleable. And not necessarily only the subjective reality that exists no place except between your ears.

As Jem says, there are countless examples of "Reality Manipulation", which we may tend to simply explain away as coincidence. Although we think that we're pretty smart, and compared to even a hundred years ago, we are, nothing is preparing us for the eventual realisation that most of what we assume, and perhaps believe, will be wrong.

We explain the universe only in ways that make sense to us. If it makes sense, then surely we can't go too far wrong. But, as someone (Bohr perhaps?) once said, "There is convincing evidence that the world is not rational."

We trust, and behave as if, it was. That does not make it so.

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Avatar wrote:As far as I'm concerned, reality is malleable. And not necessarily only the subjective reality that exists no place except between your ears.

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"There is convincing evidence that the world is not rational."

We trust, and behave as if, it was. That does not make it so.

I quite agree.