These days, there are more than a few of us who, at least occasionally, are aware of some vague, ethereal feelings hovering at the back of our minds. Feelings that seem to be telling us that we know something important, even though, try as we might, we can't put into words exactly what it is we know. This experience is one I’m familiar with. I guessing you might be too. So, last November (2017), I started writing about these vague experiences as I was having them, in the hope that I could better understand what these sensations were all about..
In this regard, my question was;
How can I sharpen my awareness and appreciation of the ethereal images that usually are dangling just off the edges of my conscious awareness?
The blogs I've written so far about these experiences do four things: They,
Propose that these vague, back-of-the-mind feelings are, in a metaphorical sense, our unconscious mind’s “Three Circles of Awareness and Concern,"
Encourage us to pay more conscious attention to those people and events that occasionally hang just off the edges of our consciousness,
Suggest that when we do pay explicit attention to these experiences, we probably will start seeing emergent realities that our unconscious minds' are presaging for us. And they,
Suggest that we, in our day-to-day lives, will be better served just because we've brought these apparitions to the forefront of our thinking.
You can read the blogs I've published so far. See what they suggest to you, then let me know what you think...
Today and tomorrow.
These two frames -- today and tomorrow -- are constructs all of us use to understand our lives. They're the slices of time we use to think about the flow of events that move us forward. Phrases like now and then, today and tomorrow, and the present and the future are the verbal trestles on which we hang our sense of what is happening to us, and what is going to happen to us.
This two-frame way of thinking about your life is useful. We’d never suggest that it is anything but an effective way for you to picture about your life. But today, in this blog, we want to offer you a second way of imagining your life, a way of thinking about it that’s more complex and nuanced; more suited, we think, to understanding the fresh expectations and new demands that the 21st Century’s most disruptive innovations and possibilities are currently pushing at us.
Across the last couple of decades, a new way of imagining our lives has emerged. This new way sees the flow of people and events in our lives as something that's more complex and nuanced than the linear stream of events that we’re currently prone to seeing. Especially more complex than the way we “see” when we’re looking at the world through our "natural mind's" instinctive ways of meaning making. Today, this new way seeing pictures our lives -- especially the vague, non-linear apparitions of the future that hang out on the edges of our consciousness -- as emergent realities that we're never quite aware of, but could be if we wanted to.
Most people are vaguely aware of their mirage-like apparitions. But, because these images are so ethereal, most of us are never intrigued enough with them to pay much attention. For me, Donald Trump has been, for a while now, one of these apparitions. Who he is, what he says, and what he does day after day evokes for me wispy
The Sleepwalkers: A History of Man's Changing View of the Universe is a study of the way we, as human beings, adapt and evolve our worldviews in a neverending attempt to better understand the universe we're living in. When Arthur Koestler published The Sleepwalkers in 1959, he was trying to highlight for us three things that are of great importance for this effort:
First, that it takes men and women who possess unique conceptual abilities and disciplined modes of thinking to ferret out the odd but hugely important anomalies nested deep inside our worldviews that are quietly signaling these mindsets pending dissolution.
Second, besides conceptual insight and disciplined thinking, it takes men and women who also have the courage and the will needed, in the face of harsh criticism, to do the grunge-work necessary to expand the anomalies they've discovered into the seeds of a proven new way of understanding the world; and...
Rainer Maria Rilke is a poet. He was born in Prague during the winter of 1875 and died 51 years later in Switzerland, on December 29th, 1926.
Rilke's father was a man of failed ambitions, in the end a minor railroad official who had not managed to obtain a commission in the Austrian army after many years of service. His mother Sophie likewise was a woman of disappointed longings, grieving well after Rilke's birth over the premature death of her daughter. In Rilke's early years, Phia (as his mother was called) acted as if she were seeking to recover her lost baby through Rilke. Two of his names — René and Maria — evidence her attempt to lend him a female identity, as do his early years, when, against his father's ineffectual opposition, Phia dressed Rilke as a girl.
To Rilke's lifelong despair, this parental combination provided him a deeply conflicted childhood, one of which he had only the darkest memories, one of which he could