Elizabeth Helen Drake wrote:I am opening this new post pool to encourage all of you to post entries here that may not fit anywhere else, founded in ideas of our conciousness now and perhaps in the future. I get to start first.
I found this thought very interesting and I want to share it with you.
http://www.amazon.com/2012-Return-Quetz ... 1585424838
"random mad thoughts
3:00 PM PST, January 5, 2007
Thought I would throw in some random mad thoughts and notebook jottings - inside my mind, I often conduct a metaphysical dialogue. Here are some snippets:
Any civilization that has reached the stage of interstellar transport will be beyond history, as we now conceive it. There might be another level of "galactic history" that is nonlinear and interdimensional. It would be a "history" of different interactive matrices, where forms of nonmaterial consciousness intersect and interact. This physical plane would be just one field or format for these interactions.
I especially liked the last line. "It is like we have been planted in linear time. to blossom, eventually. outside of it."
Comments anybody? Elizabeth
Hello folks
Just a slight rewind…
Comment from: Elizabeth Helen Drake Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:57 am
(…now that name stirs some sparks in the ole grey matter…a multilevel pseudonym… back to this one later)
Any civilization that has reached the stage of interstellar transport will be beyond history, as we now conceive it.
I am sorry to say but I think this may be a flawed concept, with monumental consequences for all involved. We, as in all of us here on earth, share one planet. We fight and squabble over territories both real and imagined. Because we share the same planet we often have to forsake a cherished idea and go against the grain in order to progress or sometimes just to survive. Those who wish to guide the heard find themselves being trampled in the rush, and this in reality is a good thing for leaders should only ever have short spans of time to accomplish any goals, if prolonged the goal becomes an age and we have been through the dark age and we will not be going back there again. When we step out beyond the boundaries of this little home, our solar system of warmth and sunshine and venture beyond, it will truly be a day of awe, and also a day of the parting of the ways for society as we know it.
“Leaving”, indeed a word with untold meanings. Those who go will be leaving in many senses of the word. As mankind spreads out across this galaxy and eventually the universe, there will develop large and deep schisms in the fabric of man. It will not be the curiosity that makes us go even though it serves to fuel our already rampant desire, but rather the need to escape. We will take with us “ourselves’, witnesses to our own histories and bound to repeat them again and again. When we make contact with those who are already out there I think we will find these same patterns of repetition, only they will be on a scale of galactic proportions and will take millennia to adjust and perhaps not even then will they be able to heal the rifts.
However for these self same reasons, we must leave, we must venture out into the galaxy and meet our own destinies head on. Change is the only certainty.
There might be another level of "galactic history" that is nonlinear and interdimensional. It would be a "history" of different interactive matrices, where forms of nonmaterial consciousness intersect and interact. This physical plane would be just one field or format for these interactions.
Evolution… Elizabeth… evolution of another kind.... perhaps oneday
... your comments on light-speed….
What if you took a bottle and in the bottom you place a single blue marble, and then half filled it with clear turpentine, to this you added some strong alcohol and then some lite cooking oil and then some heavy motor oil, and to the oil you added some paraffin. And then you put a lid on it and let it sit… and sit… and sit. One day you will look at your bottle and see the galaxy within. The same may be said for the pioneers, wayward little critters that they are. Its funny just how anisotropic life really is.
regards
arc
I do not believe our destiny lays beneath our feet... it lays beneath the stars