OVERRIDING THE DMN X WORRY-RUMINATION CENTRE - SHELDRAKEX SAT CHIT ANANDA CONSC NAMRUP FLOW

 1/ MEDITATION 

2/ GRATITUDE

3/ CONNECTING TO NATR 

4/RELATING TO PLANTS

5/ SINGING CHANTING

6/ RITUALS

7/PILGRIMAGE

8/SPORTS

9/LEARNING FROM ANIMALS

10/FASTING- PSYCHOACTIVE - BHB - LIKE GHB - CLEARER MINDS-

11/PSYCHADELICS

12/ POWERS OF PETITIONARY PRAYER

13/ HOLY DAY FESTIVALS

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The existence of blindsight has been taken to imply that consciousness of visual perception must happen in the cortex rather than the brainstem. It is assumed that there is ‘nobody at home’ in the brainstem: it is an autonomic machine that processes visual information in the same nonconscious way that a camera does. This principle applies also to the other senses, each of which involves its own specific zone of consciousness in the cortex, but each of which (apart from the sense of smell) also transmits information to the unconscious superior colliculi of the brainstem.

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WONDER- HESSE

Hesse writes:

Wonder is where it starts, and though wonder is also where it ends, this is no futile path. Whether admiring a patch of moss, a crystal, flower, or golden beetle, a sky full of clouds, a sea with the serene, vast sigh of its swells, or a butterfly wing with its arrangement of crystalline ribs, contours, and the vibrant bezel of its edges, the diverse scripts and ornamentations of its markings, and the infinite, sweet, delightfully inspired transitions and shadings of its colors — whenever I experience part of nature, whether with my eyes or another of the five senses, whenever I feel drawn in, enchanted, opening myself momentarily to its existence and epiphanies, that very moment allows me to forget the avaricious, blind world of human need, and rather than thinking or issuing orders, rather than acquiring or exploiting, fighting or organizing, all I do in that moment is “wonder,” like Goethe, and not only does this wonderment establish my brotherhood with him, other poets, and sages, it also makes me a brother to those wondrous things I behold and experience as the living world: butterflies and moths, beetles, clouds, rivers and mountains, because while wandering down the path of wonder, I briefly escape the world of separation and enter the world of unity.