I’m recovering from food poisoning after eating some
bad sushi rolls on Thursday. It’s been interesting. During the nights I’ve been
drenched in sweat and full of delirious dreaming, or at least very vivid
dreaming now that I’m no longer feverish. In the course of all of this
dreaming, all of these little bits of memory from childhood have come up—things
I haven’t remembered in forever. There have been all sorts of past life things.
There have been insights that have floated up (can’t remember them now, but
they feel very close to the surface, so I’m sure I haven’t lost them). And I
have received what seems to be guidance about various practical things (like my
blogs and the car). My perceptions feel clearer and the world seems fresh and
full of possibilities. It almost seems as if this illness went in and cleaned
out some cobwebs.
It makes me think about where our consciousness comes
from. Some people speculate that we’re not really us, since we’re mostly made
up of bacteria and other foreign critters. Rather, we’re the sum total of all
the critters comprising us. Maybe my shift in consciousness is not a result of
the illness but actually the contribution of the bacteria (or virus) itself.
Strange way to think about it, yet it makes sense. Any addition of critters to
my bodily ecosystem creates change, so it’s sensible to think the change could
filter up to consciousness. In that case, I thank the critters for their
contribution.
I might be sensing that one of the insights had to do
with paradigm shifting. I just think that in my delirium I was shifting between
many different ways of perceiving reality, so the entrenchedness of our current
paradigm seems absurd. Why is everyone so attached to this paradigm? We have an
infinite number of ways we could express ourselves and human society—why cling
so tenaciously to one that’s so dysfunctional and unpleasant?
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