I've had some insight about how my remembering vision happened. It's been an insight that has congealed slowly, as opposed to an epiphany of instant enlightenment. This insight is based on smallness. The microcosm if you like. Nanotechnology. I stated in an e-mail response earlier this morning that all the living entities I've made myself into since the bejinning of ti-me is compiled into a database of life experiences that reside in our aura, and it's our aura that seems immortal more than anything else I'm aware of. Even thee planet earth has an aura, several in fact, in which the history of it's place in the universe is contained. But, life is that aura that surrounds the earth, and just like our subjective experiences of what's happened to us since we arrived is contain in our personal aura, the history of the Earth is contained in it's atmospheric aura.
The trick in grokking this is how consciousness works. There is quite a difference between living forms being conscious, and possessing consciousness. To know that we know. Knowing that we know is what makes us human, but it's very possible that this ability of being conscious and being conscious that we are conscious matriculates to a higher order of understanding. Reflection. It's the second facticity of being conscious that we're conscious that produces consciousness.
I''m making this crap up as I go along. I disclaim knowing the truth about anything. I write this stuff as speculation and amusement. Your milage may vary.
With the question being: If I"ve been here billions of years evolving eventually into be-co-me-ing a homo sapien that possesses consciousness, How can one recognize and organize the meaning of all the previous lifetimes in which consciousness did not ex-is-t?
Another way of approaching this is to consider that you arrived here billions of years ago, and yet only the last relatively few million years produced consciousness. Being conscious that we're conscious beings. Briefly, no consciousness, no memory of what one has been before, I'm suggesting it might be easy to remember what had been witnessed with the faculty of consciousness, but despite that, possibly not remembering all those previous billions of lifetimes and experiences previous to our matriculation into full-blown consciousness. Remembering and experiencing the states of being we have experienced both merely being conscious AND possessing consciousness is a gift.
I used my slow cooker to make some more chili last night. I ate just a taste of it to discover if it lived up to my usual standards. When i went upstairs to go to bed I could smell it cooking, and came back downstairs to cut it off. Leaving it cooking all night while I sleep has proved to be a little over the top. I cut the cooker back on a little while ago to hot it back up. When it simmers for a while I'll fix me a medium bowl of it, and let it cook a while before I turn it off again. it oughta last me about three days. Chili is about the only thing I gnow how to cook, but it's good, real good.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
