Whitehead and Consciousness article by Stuart Hameroff

"In the quantum realm (and the boundary between the quantum and classical worlds remains mysterious) objects may exist in two or more states or places simultaneously—more like waves than particles and governed by a “quantum wave function”. This property of multiple coexisting possibilities, known as quantum superposition, persists until the superposition is measured, observed or interacts with the classical world or environment. Only then does the superposition of multiple possibilities “reduce”, “collapse”, “actualize”, “choose” or “decohere” to specific, particular classical states. Early experiments seemed to show that even if a machine measured a quantum superposition, the multiple possibilities persisted until the machine’s results were observed by a conscious human. This led leading quantum theorists including Bohr, Heisenberg and Wigner to conclude that consciousness caused quantum state reduction, that consciousness “collapsed the wave function” (the “Copenhagen interpretation”, reflecting the Danish origin of Nils Bohr, its leading proponent). = from http://www.quantumconsciousness.org/Whitehead.htm

(Text colored added by me).

Reduce, Collapse, Actualize, Choose or Decohere = all mean SINGULATION!!!!

Old stuff

I think old anything just doesn't go away, for me. Take old pain - pain from being hurt, pain from being rejected, pain from un-obtainment of the un-obtainable.
MJ said "You were abandoned."...and I kinda fought that, coming up with various and sundry excuses for my Dad leaving me and my Mom. He couldn't handle it, drugs screwed it all up, etc. Do the reasons justify anything? Answering my own questions here - Yes, they help ease the pain and loneliness I feel, sorta. I also feel I still resent my Dad now, occasionally. I don't like the way he treats me, cuts me off, tells me to slow down, be quiet - projected shadows of himself, and a shadow relatedness of our father daughter relationship.
The interest and dependence in sex I will take part of the responsibility for though. I think some of my interest in sex is inherent - the other part (60/40%?) was my early exposure to what I consider a healthy view of sexuality, albeit an overwhelming view. I also think I used my interest in sex, which primarily manifested itself early on in the form of masturbation, to make myself feel better, and as an escape. As an young adult I mistook sex for love - I could hold a man with sex, but didn't have enough self worth or a high enough self-esteem to value myself w/o the sex in a relationship. What could I possibly give some guy except for the world's best blow job?
There have been very few men in my life that have cared enough about me to not have to have the sex part of our relationship take predominance - like Michael and Jim....and I'm still afraid and shy of looking inside myself too - too painful, too much hurt, too much sorrow contained therein.

More - related people and works to Singulation

Dean Radin = Theory of Entangled Minds
From his web site; " If you do not get schwindlig [dizzy] sometimes when you think about these things then you have not really understood it [quantum theory]. - Neils Bohr

One of the most surprising discoveries of modern physics is that objects aren't as separate as they may seem. When you drill down into the core of even the most solid-looking material, separateness dissolves. All that remains, like the smile of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, are relationships extending curiously throughout space and time. These connections were predicted by quantum theory and were called "spooky action at a distance" by Albert Einstein. One of the founders of quantum theory, Erwin Schrödinger, dubbed this peculiarity entanglement, saying "I would not call that one but rather the characteristic trait of quantum mechanics."

Ervin Laszlo = The Akashic Field
A quote; "To me it's very obvious that consciousness is not simply an epiphenomenon, not a byproduct of the brain; it's something that's pervading the whole universe. . . . Consciousness is not simply produced by a complex set of neurons. It's there, in the whole body, and in all of existence.”

Note to self: Investigate Singulation's relationship and potential convergence with Stoicism.

Trying

Tried to write a post to M this morning - didn't get very far before I was was crying and quite depressed.
I wondered in one of the drafts if he was the only true love left standing that hasn't lied to me - yeah, I think so, but asking someone if they ever lied to you is more than an ironically loaded question! I think I miss him because 1. I can never ever possess him, and 2. I assume he knows me better than myself.

The unobtainable is always the most amorous for me.

That's why the intellect reigns supreme - now who's gonna claim to be fantastically smart? Or incredulously knowledgeable?

From Gottlob Frege - "We really experience only (our mental) ideas, not their causes. And if the scientist wants to avoid all mere hypothesis, then he is just left with ideas: everything dissolves into ideas, even light rays (and) nerve fibers...from which he started. So he finally undermines the foundations of his own construction."

Our projections, longings, desires, are all intermixed - that is why synchronicity exists - it's the pre-dark matter of our existences coming together. Once singulation occurs - once reality is formed, begun - reality happens - explosive realizations, desires swelled and crested, images projected and fulfilled, and then it's gone. Reality (running on the inherent object's time length) becomes what's left over, spent; the birth of dark matter.

Poetry

My passion has been opened
cracked, like a coconut
or
like bees
swarming and gathering
fanatical, excited, coalescencing,
or
like the swoop and dive
of a flock of blackbirds
down
and around the the winter colored greenishness
of the millpond
or
like a can
(say of tuna)
prosaically grabbed and opened,
to be drained -
meant as nourishment, supplement.

Mored to an internal rhythm
that propels to a single source.

For me; different then them, yes -

it's you.

Fred Alan Wolf

FAW is so plain spoken he is eloquent. Reading Taking The Quantum Leap this week...

In talking about Bohr's Complimentary Principle and the wave-particle duality..."Is the momentum hidden when we measure the atom's position? Is the atom's location hidden when we measure the momentum?...Both of these attributes, momentum and position, are potentially present in nature, but not actually present, until an attempt is made ot measure these attributes. How we choose to compromise will determine...In a sense we never actually lose information. Rather, we shape it. That is, we alter potential reality, making it actual...this potential reality is available for our choosing. The 'experiences' we call reality depend upon how we go about making those choices. Every act we perform is a choice, even if we are unaware that we have made a choice."


"Yet when it comes to seeing ourselves, we are remarkably invisible. We haven't learned to see ourselves as others see us or as we see others. Whenever we observe, our part in that observation is seemingly minimized. Or, depending on our ego state, the opposite happens and our part in the process becomes blown out of proportion. While engaging in the act of observing, 'we' separate from that which we observe. In the very act of observation, the objective, 'real' world appears and the subjective observer vanishes. We know not how to observe ourselves.

"Objectivity takes its toll; the cost is your awareness of your awareness. But objectivity is only an illusion."

"We need to see the complementary side. We need to see our role in all of this. But this is not an easy task. It is difficult to give up our preconditioning. We are actively choosing the world each instant, and during that same instant, we are unaware that we are doing it. But our becoming aware of this simple truth can enable us to see the world's complementary side. "

And he ends in this chapter giving a great definition of singulation - "Your act of observation creates the choices...it is your act of observation that resolves the paradox."

Growth

Two things this morning:

1. What happened to me? Why am I so scared? What am I afraid of? Why am I so damn needy?

2. Lousy role models for love and sex. Can I truly say my parents loved each other or can I truly say my parents sexed each other? (That was a rhetorical question, obviously!)

How to F*%k up a relationship

How to f*** up

The preceding list of answers to questions about polyamory is not a guide to how to have a working polyamorous relationship, although we have strong anecdotal evidence that the tools mentioned are useful in all sorts of relationships, mono and poly. We do, however, have the following guide of carefully tested methods for making mistakes in polyamorous relationships. With proper application and ingenuity, these methods may impair or destroy monogamous relationships as well; they're truly multipurpose tools. We post this listing for your consideration; no liability expressed or implied.

1. Lie. This is basic and effective. To maximize bad results, lie about something important to the other person(s) and arrange to be caught in the lie in such a way as to produce maximum shock. Additional stress points awarded for keeping the lie going for a while before discovery, which increases the disorientation and sense of betrayal in the deceived person(s). Lying about sex gets double points. Lying about being married gets triple f***-up points. Creative lies of omission (i.e. "not telling") with fancy rationalizations and condescension get gold stars.

2. Avoid self-knowledge. This is more elegant than strategy 1, as it combines a bold sweep of denial with sorties of distraction aimed at oneself. This tactic is most effective when combined with tactics 3 and 4. Self-destructive or addictive behaviour has also been found very effective in avoiding self-knowledge by our researchers. When combined with an endearing attitude of helplessness, this strategy has been proven efficacious in attracting "rescuers" or "white knights" on whom one can then practice strategies 4 and 3, in that order.

3. Blame the other person(s). If anything went wrong, hey, it must be their fault, right? This eliminates the need for messy things like communication and negotiation, which can be embarrassing, particularly if one is using strategy 2.

4. Disclaim responsibility. This is a little more complex than strategy 3, and often includes what is referred to as "codependency". The classic way to play this strategy is to cater to the partner(s) involved while repressing one's own desires and questions. This allows a good head of resentment to build up, and one can justify anger by saying one has done so *much* for one's partner(s) and gets no thanks, etc. In its most refined state, this strategy makes the other person(s) responsible for setting the direction, pace and content of the relationship, for which one can them blame them if one's own expectations or needs are not met. Using strategy 2 to avoid knowledge of these expectations and needs gets double points.

5. Push. This is an art, albeit a crude one. When augmented with strategy 6, pushing can achieve spectacular negative results in even a short time. Remember, when pushing, only *your* satisfaction counts! It's a dog eat dog world, and you're a pit bull. Emotional and mental bullying can be as satisfying as old-fashioned physical coercion, and not nearly as easily prosecutable.

6. Play on insecurity. This is an old favorite. Using sexual insecurity as a weapon and combining this with strategy 5 is a four-star winner. Attempting to control one's partner(s) by manipulating them through their insecurities is a sure-fire f***-up tactic. It's so much more delicate than simply beating them up, too, though the resultant emotional damage can be remarkably similar.

7. Avoid intimacy. This may seem paradoxical; after all, we're talking about getting up-close and personal with as many hot bi babes -- er, ahem -- we're discussing achieving satisfyingly close relationships with a number of people, right? The trick of avoiding intimacy can be performed in several ways, but the easiest is to confuse intimacy with "rubbing slippery bits together". Substitute the words "sex" and "love" for each other often in conversations. Repeat the mantra, "If you loved me, you'd know what I want." Practice strategy 8 assiduously, supplementing it with strategy 2. According to the needs of the moment, figure out whether action or words are more likely to be ambiguous or misconstrued, and go with what gives you the most plausible deniability later. Some exceptionally talented individuals manage to give the impression of being intimate while successfully remaining stone-cold. Study sales techniques for pointers. People with good "lines" fall into this category, especially if the lines include explanations of how they truly *value* the other person.

8. Don't talk. Talking has been known to lead to communication if practiced carelessly. Communication will seriously impair your f***-up progress, and in certain cases will halt or reverse it entirely. If you *must* talk, use cliches and quotations from popular songs as much as possible, or fall back on strategy number 1.

If all else fails, make a safer-sex agreement with your partner(s) and then break it, contracting a communicable disease about which you do not then tell them. Double points for avoiding all discussion or negotiation of sexual matters entirely so that the "agreement" is wishful thinking and completely deniable. For a coup de grace, add strategy 6 and tell them it wouldn't have happened if they had been satisfying you like they were supposed to.

9. For the ultimate metaf***-up, remain technically faithful to your partner while breaking the spirit of whatever agreement you have whenever possible, keeping this knowledge bottled up to ensure maximum fear, shame and resentment. Some people win the grand prize with the figleaf-and-stinging-nettle cluster for self-inflicted suffering and wasted potential by managing to keep this strategy up until death do them part, concealing from their spouse the fact that they have been shamming happiness all these years.

More from my notebook....

I need to make a mind map of this soon, but for now I'll put it down sequentially...

Nature/Wholeness
Infinite
Abstract
Becoming

SINGULATION happens = Singulation is like J. Von Neumann's 'cut'
and this happens at the quanta level- atoms are formed


Time
Now in 4 dimensions
Finite
Separate
Being


All things begin with a wholeness and are continuous. Each thing has it's own inherent temporal relationship with the all. This all is nature.

After singulation, all things become mind, and are generated through time with their inherent duration, ie man lives approx 80 years, dog lives approx. 15 years, redwood tree lives approx 500 years, etc.

Arthur Young said, and I'm relating this to the process of singulation - "This makes action equivalent to freedom...What happens is a trigger effect occurring in the case of the human level at the subcellular level, at the level of the molecule..."
"But there are correlates to first causes within mathematics, one such correlate would be a 'singularity'. Singularities occur with complex coordinates...renders the function indeterminate..."


And lastly; I'm working on my claim that gravity is really a form of memory.

Truth

I think this song was done by C S N & Y...or maybe C S & N.

Driving out through the windmills
And some of them were still
Sometimes it's hard to catch the wind
And bend it to your will

Even though it's hard to know
Just how the story ends
The road is long and it takes its time
On that you can depend

Lay me down in the river
And wash this place some way
Break me down like sand from a stone
Maybe I'll be whole again one day

Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again
Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again

Somewhere between heaven and hell
A soul knows where it's been
I want to feel my spirit lifted up
And catch my breath again

Lay me down in the river
And wash this place away
Break me down like sand from a stone
Maybe I'll be whole again one day

Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again
Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again
Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again one day

Ramp up - words

Envisaged - To conceive an image or a picture of, especially as a future possibility: envisaged a world at peace. To consider or regard in a certain way.

Cumbrous - Cumbersome.

Dumping out some notebook entries...

11/14/06
The ghost field - maybe is the intertwining and interaction of nature and consciousness - becoming, singulating, the means of which are inherent in any particular characteristics of BOTH the quantum potential and the outcome of the being at it's fruition.
Yes, then energy remains after singulation - in a quanta of light the photon is 'given off' then dark energy remains.
From Born's autobio = "Einstein said approx. that the waves are only there to show the way to the corpuscular light-quanta, and talked in this sense of a ghost field which determines the probability for a light quanta...to take a definite path. We owe to Born the beginning insight that (a mathematical symbol is here; looks like a capital Y) itself, unlike electromagnetic fields, has no direct physical reality."

April's Dream

Like all dreams, some parts and sequences are clearer than others....

I think we were staying in a French hotel, but it was close to the German border, if it was indeed in France. It was an older, 8 or 9 story brick building, but had that lovely European classical styling in its touches, like marble floors in the bathroom, and fine hand-built wood clothing chests in the dressing room. I think we were on the 5^th floor. We had checked in late the previous evening, coming to the hotel directly from a local restaurant that you had recommended we try for dinner. We had been drinking good French champagne (my favorite) that night too, during dinner, and had brought another bottle up to the room to share and savor more fully, together, alone.

When I first opened my eyes that morning, I remember feeling the sun shining heatedly near my feet at the end of the bed. It was blazingly bright sunshine, and it must have been in the springtime too, because the double-sided balcony doors were slightly open, and the pale grassy yellow gauze curtains, lined with white silk, were blowing open and wide from the breeze coming into the room. It was fresh and clear outside, with a beautiful blue sky peeking over and around the trees that lined the street in front of the hotel. From the position of the sun, it must have been near mid-day. There was a small bouquet of riotously yellow daffodils in a cobalt blue glass vase on the night stand, next to our empty champagne bottle.

I stretched out a little, waking up slightly, and noticed that you weren’t in the bed next to me. I straightened out the front of my black lace and satin chemise, and thought the bed and the sheets felt so nice, like good quality Egyptian cotton, and I pushed them down and aside as I curled up slightly, and turned toward the sunshine and the open doors. It was then that I heard your footsteps come across the room, and I felt you kneel down behind me on the bed.

Your hands and fingers were so warm when you reached and felt deep between my inner thighs that they almost all became one, and I felt my belly tighten as I drew in a deep breathe of pleasure at your probing. We stayed there for awhile, without moving much, as I continued to feel the almost imperceptible movements of your fingers inside me, and with every slight deviation, I grew more and more intensely sensitive to my sharpening desire to have you possess me. Finally, just when I was going to pull you around and towards me, I heard you say something, low, almost under your breath; in French? Or German? I turned slightly and looked into your eyes, asking what you had said. “You are ripe; ready for me”, you answered, as you started to caress me fully now, placing both your hands firmly around my hips, pushing the chemise up and over my waist, over my breasts. You got up on your knees, reaching down and cupping each of my breasts in turn with your hands, licking and softly biting my nipples, making a wider and wider arc with your tongue, moving up slowly to the shallow of my neck, kissing and softly biting me, as I arched my back and grew more responsive. I was breathing more heavily too, my lips moist and full, as you kissed me, our mouths meeting and our tongues intertwining. As you stopped and started kissing me again and again, I opened my eyes and saw the blatant desire for me flash across your face, and I tried to turn over and give my backside to you fully, but you stopped me, saying, no, I want to look at you, to see your face.

You entered me then, from half behind and half astride, my thighs parted slightly, you over me, above me.

I don’t much remember how long we stayed in that position making love, I only remember my building climax and it’s luscious surrender, the simultaneous unraveling of a languid sweetness overcoming me, glowing, expanding, radiating between the two of us, as you rose and fell over me. I heard your breathing quicken and saw your eyes close, seeing that look come across your face again and your brow tighten, feeling your exquisite and tender, almost pained tension, gather nearer to its release. You were beautiful in your passion for me, with me. At last I felt the larger shudder emanate from your entire body, as you pulled your glistening and ruby red cock out of me, and paused, holding it in your hand, letting it fall, as your seeds and their juices fell like midsummer raindrops on to and over the hollow of my belly and hip.....

The thrills of having a geriatric pet

Throwing the ball:
The older dog doesn't exactly stop on a dime any more. When we throw the ball for our dog, she runs (well sort of a run) and as she gets to the ball, her legs simply fold under her body and she falls on the ball.

Retrieving the thrown-but-now-lost ball:
The older dog often has limited or decreased vision, so following up on the command of "get the ball" often is painful to watch in the older dog. Our dog mostly tries the 'circle around' approach - circle around the yard with a slightly bewildered look on her face, while we stand around and yell get the ball, get the ball, get the ball...all to no avail. (I'm sure this is quite entertaining to someone).