ORGANELLE

“After several months of living with Mungo Jerry, a little field mouse, who got to know me well and who I refused to poison and who was clever enough to avoid a humane trap (despite the peanut butter covered in coconut sugar). After a short kerfuffle in the hallway which had me diving out of bed this morning, which I knew exactly what it was without investigation. Mungo is now safely liberated. And Dewi (aka Loopy Wolf) deserves a rosette for following instructions and letting me deal with Mungo with hushed tones of ‘Please don’t hurt him, let me deal with him. Sit and stay. I’m going off to get a small towel to pick him up and put him outside ok?’. I went off to the kitchen, got a small towel, came back to the top of the hallway where Dewi had done just that: sat stayed and stared at Mungo, but not harmed him. Mungo was underneath a lamp table. So I gently moved the table and said ‘No-one’s going to hurt you ok? Placed the towel over him, scooped him up and put him outside but not before he poked his head out of my scooped hands looking at me. They say that you should drive them at least 3 miles away so they don’t come back, but I was in my jamas, it was early and an emergency. Mungo is clever and maybe any liberation was better than none, we’ll see. Animals know stuff. Excellent work for a dog born on the streets of Romania who had to scrat about for anything at all to eat. That’s trust and all-round teamwork for you. Love Light & Blessings All.”

— an anonymous informant (JD)

“According to the team, firehawk raptors congregate in hundreds along burning fire fronts, where they will fly into active fires to pick up smouldering sticks, transporting them up to a kilometre (0.6 miles) away to regions the flames have not yet scorched.

“The imputed intent of raptors is to spread fire to unburned locations – for example, the far side of a watercourse, road, or artificial break created by firefighters – to flush out prey via flames or smoke,” the researchers write.

This behaviour, documented in interviews with the team and observed first-hand by some of the researchers, sees prey driven toward the raptors by a wall of flame, enabling them to engage in a feeding frenzy upon fleeing or scorched land animals.”

“According to Lisa Feldman Barrett, the director of Northeastern University’s Interdisciplinary Affective Science Laboratory, emotions are not something that happen to you. Instead, she says, we create them. We create our emotions from bodily sensations, past experiences, and from learning emotional concepts from our parents and cultural upbringing. In short, our emotions are not reactions to the world, but an invention of our brain to explain the cause of our sensations and actions.”

“A1:And that’s how my life took a º350 turn…
A2: Wait, a º350 turn?
A1: Yeah, I mean… being out on the sidewalk…

B1: He was saying that he had this job interview…
B2: Really.
B1: Yeah, and he said it totally changed his life…”

— infraheard

“A trial is an or-deal. Juries are not of our peers; and to be subject to the arbitrary judge-ment of strange-ers is in-jurious. Notice the composition of the term: injury.”

— an intelligence agent

“A story is told about a king who was once seriously ill. All the physicians despaired of curing him. One healer offered a remedy: If the king would put on the shirt of a person who is absolutely happy, then the king would be healed.
And they went from person to person and it was always the same story. Some people were outwardly happy, and some were inwardly happy. But no one was absolutely happy. Beneath the surface, everyone was burdened by various worries, concerns and anxieties.

After this long and unsuccessful journey, they decided it was time to go back home; they realized that they could not find anyone who knew what absolute happiness is. On their way home, shortly before they approached the palace, they heard a joyous melody. A person was singing freely, a drunken man, reeling back and forth with a huge smile on his face. “Are you happy,” they asked him. “I am the happiest person in the world,” he answered. “Absolutely happy?” “Yes. I have not a care on my mind.”

And they saw that it was true. “Lend us your shirt for a short while. We promise that you will be amply rewarded.”

The man replied, “I would be happy to help the king, and I do not need his rewards. But there is one problem. I do not own a shirt.”A human has a brain and a soul, and unless he taps their potential he will never be satisfied. The drunk feels happy because he has no shirt, meaning he has nothing to himself. But this is not real happiness. In Hebrew, we call this holelus (frivolity), not simchah (joy). It is an animal form of satisfaction, where the person does not live up to his potential. Is it possible to have purpose and direction, and to let loose and feel free? Yes.

The path of life requires as much attention as does any road. Joy is letting go, a different drug-free letting go. One does not lose control – one transfers control. Joy is important, not only as the antithesis of depression, but as an expression of feeling our inner dimension, that we are more than skin and bones. We are god in I pieces.

More than worry, stress, doubt. There is faith, there is freedom, there is joy. We work with the rhythm of the magic that dances between us.”

— an anonymous informant

“A soul is no mere myth, or belief to me; for I have known this aspect of my being most directly… and it is so far beyond any possible belief, imagining or description that it renders them mere shadows… of an ecstasy and divinity … that lives in light the way I live in matter… and is at once my true companion… and something existing at an order of intelligence unimaginable to those who have not experienced, with it, reunion…”

— an anonymous informant

“A people whose actual unity is a fiction of phony membership cannot signal or threaten vaster fictions of corporate and industrial personhood. They cannot even really »affect such fictions, because their passive, plaintive approaches… simply feed the monster more and better intelligence.”

— an intelligence agent

“A paracosm is an imaginary world.

We sign up to ‘subscribe to one’ when we read a book, see a film, or even listen to a friend convey to us some story, real or fictional (or necessarily both, since it is encoded in language…)

One can employ a paracosm as an explanatory or descriptive overlay … on the worlds of ordinary (and nonordinary) experience.

Most simply: an imaginary world, with imaginary identities, roles, circumstances and purposes… threats and opportunities…

Why would we be so confused as to pretend there is anything else? We would need one of these to properly understand what we imagine to be the unimagined, i.e. ‘the real’ world.

So our paracosms are ‘the interpretive layer’ we impose upon …. experience. And we similarly employ narratives, models, explanations and descriptions… of the phenomena encompassed by our (mostly waking-world) experience.

( This is a form of active disambiguation… according to templates well-established and long practiced (for adults))

Children can compose and impose paracosms on the world at-will. Adults largely employ ‘off-the-shelf’ versions of single, continuously sustained paracosms. These, are, effectively, their imgaginal hypostasis (smaller, simpler imaginal representation of) a: the universe, b: the world, c: ‘what’s going on’ and d: the purposes for which one traverses this tree.

Awareness of d: is golden, though that’s not my purpose in proposing that this perspective is »useful (whether or not it is »authoritative).

The adults participate in a world of partly-shared, largely tyrannical (partial translation: actual rather than potential, job rather than role, functionally specified rather than ambiently selected role)… and these, to some degree, have structure that exchanges domains of liberty for reliable rewards…

… intimacy for convenience … and ‘dependability’, that bizarre quality that translates into ‘less threat (and opportunity) detection (per interval)’ and thus… convenience. That quality that allows us the luxury of returning »more awareness to either ‘leisure’ or opportunity-farming…

Now from this sketch, whether or not it is authoritative, or totally accurate, you can understand why (please complete this post with your own imagination).”

— an intelligence agent

“A man’s flesh is his own;
the water belongs to the tribe.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

The water belongs to all beings, though. This means it is a shared belonging, and in this belonging, all share.