This sort of requires me to describe something that just ain't easy for me. It's about how the other forms of life are not conscious that homo sapiens have personalities they use to make decisions about abstract situations that are not apparent to living beings without a complex language system. We use words as bookmarks for pieces of ideas that through redundancy and repetition engender a neural pathway for the term "red" to be associated with the term "blood".
Rabbits don't care if they can't see in color due to the lack of a lingo with which to create abstractions. I made myself into a rabbit by imitating the pearls around me that was doing the same thing. The logic may have been to create powerful enough hind legs in a creature to jump back into space and the life-abandoning joy of ecstagony.
It didn't work, of course, but you know the urge to life. Never say die! So, we began making ourselves into what eventually became a kangaroo. Bigger hind legs. Since there are still rabbits and kangaroos ditty-bopping around, that's proof positive that notion didn't work either.
I could describe how we made ourselves into monkeys and tried to climb back into space or birds and tried to fly back into space, but homo erectus began to give us ideas, and when ideas solidified enough to write things in stone, we quit abandoning the bodies we created through imitation. When the Dragon's Tail swept through the galaxy and made all the monad into two, the pearls stopped looking for a way outta here to look for their other half.
Keeping in mind that I consider myself a docetic spirit seeking a human experience (like Pinocchio, I want to be a real little boy. Not gonna happen Pygmalion. Go sell some flowers and pick some pockets), it's this pearl-like entity that arrived here from space (in general, not FROM somewhere in particular, no language separated out from itself to make me-more-s, yet), the cosmic consciousness bit is dealing mostly with the sort of me-mores (the more of me than you can see) that don't perceive colors. Color requires ideation. They're lucky to have black and white images without emotional content, if they possess a sense for sight at all. Just ongoing immediacy without reflection, as when stalking. Selah.
After you DID have such an experiential database installed or revealed during your cc experience, do you remember looking for images obtained which you might normally associate with abstract constructions. If one filter for such images whose distinctions are only there for an animal that "sees" in color, then the humongously vast majority of all the life forms you've ever made yourself into through mimicry and evolution will be "over-looked". At least, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it until the Winter Solstice. After that, it's a crapshoot.
The entity I associate with the word salad above is wot traded bodies. I don't remember whether it arrived astrally at the scene where the deal was made after having swapped bodies many times previously, or whether I-am-is possessed the dying body from it's conception. Like my me-mores of where the pearl came from upon arriving from space, I don't re-me the particulars of the rapidly dying body it proposed to trade to the distraught young man for it's hardly-used body. For all I know it was a passing opportunity for an extended stay on Earth while in possession the sa-me memores, and I took it with frenetic impatience for the exchange to happen before the boy changed it's mind.
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.
