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My Gypsy (Peripatetic) Mind

Val has from ever been very intuitive which oftentimes bordered with extrasensory.

Not like a Picasso's scrambled paintings, but still a strange composition happens almost regularly in some flexible minds.

Not like a Picasso's scrambled paintings, but still a strange composition happens almost regularly in some flexible minds.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

-- Anatole France

What the Heck Is Peripatetic Mind

Google defines peripatetic as travelling from place to place -- and I tend to add a gypsy image to it. Even as I am using this pronoun "I", my mind is not staying at the conversational meaning of it, but wanders over possible other meanings.

Like, along with those much smarter than me, I don't know what "I" is. If I say that I am this consciousness, I am saying nothing because nobody knows what consciousness is so I am just playin with a word.

And even less am I my body, because possessor cannot be possession. And then, as I am using this "I" while addressing others, it's like I am assuming that they know who this "I" is, which is ridiculous, because even I don't know who this "I" is, so I am just playing a conversational game of identities.

Indeed, it has to be but a game, otherwise, why would I keep using this "I" if I knew that no one has a clue who or what that "I" is -- except extremely superficially for the sheer purpose of interactional conveniences.

Here, that was one example of my peripatetic mind at work.

Another one would have to do with "beliefs".

I hardly have any firm ones, as they are subject to change, as soon as something more intuitively attractive shows up. They are all a compilation from collective consciousness which is not taken seriously by my much more pronounced individual consciousness.

Meaning that I can play collectivistic games -- kicking the shit around about politics, cost of gas, weather, religion, literature, music, diets...whatever, but none of it ultimately means much to me, since I am not taking most of the cultural paradigm seriously.

And why is that? Because my peripatetic mind is solely relying on my intuition, which always offers its out-of-box logicalness.

How far "out-of-box" can I drift away? It's hard to tell, but never too far, so that I would lose a sense of factual reality. In a dance of all variables, I never forget for a moment where I am, never lose sight of what I am experiencing, as if detached from it and just observing, not being it, not being contaminated by those variables.

So, where does that intuition stem from? That I hope to find out before I die -- but something is telling me it's that very place where "I" will be moment after dying.

Intuition / consciousness is possibly stemming from another dimensional aspect of our being.

Intuition / consciousness is possibly stemming from another dimensional aspect of our being.

I do like not knowing where I'm going, wandering in strange woods, whistling and following bread crumbs.

-- Tilda Swinton

Intuition, the Source of Mental Gypsiness

I already mentioned it in a few of my other articles -- but I am not assuming that you are reading each and every post I write -- so here it is again.

When I don't think something else about it -- I think that we humans were genetically engineered by some incredibly advanced civilization of more than hundred millennia ago. Not necessarily the way that Zecharia Sitchin was proposing it -- namely, "to become their intelligent slaves in gold mines"; and neither in a petri dish of some super lab.

I am intuiting that our consciousness was programmed telepathically into an ape who was used for a raw material -- and then that upgraded consciousness created extra genes in the ape's genome, transforming it into a homo sapiens.

With ape's and "higher" genes left to coexist side by side, ape's genes altered those lower of the higher genes -- now in a mix of animalistic urges refined into an intelligent outlet.

The history of mankind is the proof of that mixture, with wars, arrogance, grabbing what was not ours, territoriality, and instinct to seek a status of an "alpha in a pack".

I think it was Plato who said: "Man is an animal endowed with mind".

And then, here and there we see those shocking incidences of those "high" genes protruding to surface, to create geniuses and savants.

But on their lower level of expression -- they are our antennas to our divine design -- acting as intuition. Flexible and not animalistically tied to our survivalism, intuition sometimes pushes us onto a spiritual path.

So, here we have arrived at the point where my peripatetic mind stems from. Not from a gene of a genius or savant, and yet, it's a whisper loud enough to quiet down the beast in me and guide me through the mazes of coexistence with others in a harmonious way.

When I don't think otherwise, I think that the whole cosmic community -- of which we are also a part -- is communicating telepathically through the bands of frequencies.

Those more advanced among us can tune into "morphic fields" of those smarter ones "out there", whereas those of less pronounced consciousness can only catch the vibes from planets where beings of similar limitations dwell, and still immersed into their animalistic survivalism.

Our cultural paradigm is the equivalent to the collective program of other living things on earth, and many of us can't yank ourselves out of that "matrix", staying imprisoned in that collective box of reasoning, emoting, and behaving.

For them intuition doesn't work, since they can't get out of their groove. They even have a cute name for it -- "comfort zone", which, even if uncomfortable, insists on keeping the mental status quo.

To some folks, exploring their unknown genetic potential sounds scary like hell -- something that I am thriving on, as the change is the basic principle of my essence.

To me sameness means stagnation, and "comfort zone" is something that I gladly kick out of its routine, always driven by creative curiosity about what else I could be, what other models of experiencing could I create out of thin air.

Well, does peripatetic sound a little more defined?

It's our limited way of thinking which cannot grasp the wondrous distant past of monumental creations by mind alone.

It's our limited way of thinking which cannot grasp the wondrous distant past of monumental creations by mind alone.

Is there something we've forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands.

-- Arna Bontemps

Once Upon a Time in a World of Magic

My love for archaeology is inspired by my intuition which places me back in those ancient times one way or another.

So, for example, I am intuiting that most of those architectural marvels -- that are unrepeatable by our modern level of technology -- were not built in a conventional way, stone on top of a stone, so to speak.

In my mind it looks so clear that complete structure, with all incredible details, was collapsed from their quantum design into a manifest form -- by minds advanced enough to do it.

You see, every time we want to decode that part of history, we are using our own limited "technology of thinking", so we mention "gods", we mention "rituals", and then also go naive to picture something like thousands of workers working days and nights for decades, to shape Great Pyramid with their bronze chisels.

And why? All that just to please an old fart of a pharaoh to deposit his mummified remains once that he croaks. What a childish level of reasoning!

People of hundred thousand years ago were thinking with differently wired minds. I don't know what happened that their "higher consciousness" got genetically downgraded, so that the ape in them prevailed. Was it a massively felt accident from some experiment that released some gene-altering rays?

But one thing is for sure -- the crazy history as we know it was not written by those advanced people who built those architectural wonders.

Why we never discovered any of their tools? Because they didn't use any. They were tools.

My peripatetic mind is only sensing something like the "spirit of those times", without anything detailed -- but surely different than the mainstream archaeologists and anthropologists are giving us.

During our visiting Chi-che-nitza, the ruins of the Mayans at the outskirts of Cancun, I was touching those walls with an almost choked up sensation of missing those people who had built that El Castillo pyramid, that observatory, those temples.

With all those tourists around, the place felt somehow ghostly empty.

But then, as much as my mind may drift to those ancient times, it suddenly shifts into a nostalgia for the future. I get this very pleasant creative curiosity about what I, and the world, may come to in five years time from now.

So I am enthusing myself with this or that mental technique which I am practicing and which may create a different mental landscape in my processing reality, while possibly upregulating some of my dormant genes as well.

Talking here about past and future, of course, I will always stay in the present which all of us are collectively sharing. With the only difference that my gypsy mind will always go very selective about what to take seriously and what to ignore in all that gamut of information.

So, is the peripatetic mind same as open mind?

No. We can have an open mind within a range of offered alternatives, whereas peripatetic mind is fishing outside of that range.

It's like, you ask a four year old what he prefers for his breakfast -- a French toast, cereal, or boiled eggs -- and he says: "I want ice cream."

Funny that I took that example, because I don't even have much sweets. But you got the point.

Well, this is all about my gypsy, peripatetic mind. It has been fun disclosing my nature, as I believe that someone somewhere may relate to it. I wouldn't change it for anything else.

© 2022 Val Karas

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