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Friday, December 23, 2011

fragments (the choices, cont...)

As one of my friends emphasized my words about personalities that in competition to express itself as of a russian doll within a doll. I imagine it as onion layers. Peter Ouspensky referred to the phenomenon as a multiple ‘I’s’.

His writing, at least about this particular subject, was based on observation and intuition and perhaps it is a little ambiguous to the modern reader. Since his time we gained significant, but still limited, insight into physiology of our actions, and choices…

We all know now that consciously we are aware of only about a fraction of all information that our brain receives and process in a unit of time, in simple words our mind decides what information is important and has priority to ensure our survival, something one must be aware of.

A classic example when a gazillion bits of information every cell of our skin sends to the brain every moment about the shirt one is wearing, although one will become aware of his shirt only in the case of sudden changes (hot coffee spilled over your left sleeve), real danger of injury. But then, sometimes spilled coffee would not be translated objectively but rather will resurrect a memory of a past event or a fantasy from the future. There is a competing "I" in action.

Next, let’s stick with Ouspensky as he said, all depends on the magnetic center within our being, a core, a Master in a sense, something we develop, consciously or unconsciously, during our lifetime. Something we are born with and genetically vary from each other.

This is an extensive and complex concept, some people devote decades of their lifetime to understand it. I can say that this is a door and when I look through it I see that there is a vast number of things in the world one will discover during his lifetime, there is an incalculable number of things in the world, one will never be aware of and there are a few things one can create, and those are not the property of the World but the property of a Being.

And conclusion… next time…

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