Belief

Consciousness

Double Split Experiment

I must share this link as it shows that others too consider the consequences of entanglement theory. I have written about the double split experiment, the link above consider the same. The double slit experiment of entanglement tells us that if you change the polarity of a particle another particle is changed simultaneously despite distance if the two particles were created in the same event. It has been proven on Earth. I have also said that the non-material world is as real as the material world. Indeed the link questions which world comes first, the chicken or the egg, matter requires perception to exist these scientists suggest. In fact the link claims that we can redefine the universe to be consciousness itself rather than matter. As the saying goes we exist in a puff of logic.

 


Change

We humans need to act collectively in the hope of change. There are several online organisations that hope to offer solutions to our many problems, for example https://www.thevenusproject.com and https://eoscollective.org. Sure it’s been important for us humans to rally. The industrial age gave us a focus on wealth. Perhaps crypto currency offers a way to move away from money and exchange our efforts and actions. The two links I provide above are excellent. I think our last evolutionary leap forward was during the time of Socrates and Plato, when human thought emerged. Now we need to evolve to survive before we destroy planet Earth. With the invention of AI, perhaps to distinguish itself, I believe organic or human consciousness has changed. We can evolve.

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 Interests

This page is to aid my memory for topics that often crop up in conversation. Below are lists to be developed over time…

Music

Madradeus, This Mortal Coil, Craig Armstrong, Max Righter, Mahler, Bach, David Sylvian, Ryuchi Sakamoto, Art of fighting, Tinder Sticks, Crime and the City Solution, Joy Division, Groove Armada, Died Pretty, Pete Murphy, Nick Cave, Steve Kilby, The Church, Bauhaus, Djivian Gasparyan, Durutti Column, Duraffle, Faure, Michael Nyman, Low, Sigur Ros, Dead can Dance, Gavin Bryars, GB3, Johann Johansson, Handel, Tan Dun, Schubert, Gorecki…

Books

Franz Kafka the Trial / the Castle John Berger Our Hearts, my Face, as Brief as Photos / To the Wedding / Here is Where We Meet Hermann Hesse Narcissus and Goldmund / Siddhartha / Steppenwolf Nikos Kazantzakis The Last Temptation of Christ / Zorba the Greek Jean Paul Sartre Nausea / The Age of Reason Gabriel Garcia Marquez One Hundred Years of Solitude Jeorg Luis Borges Fictions Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Film

Space Odyssey 2001, Solaris, Eyes Wide Shut, Nostalgia, Prosperous Books, The Wings of Desire, Franny and Alexander, Koyanisquatsi, In the Mood for Love, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Powaquatsi, Dogville, Transcendence, Babette’s Feast, Coffee and Cigarettes, Ex Machina

Travel

I’ve been to 10 countries since coma, the accident might have happened in Thailand but I’ve been there about 6 times since, so to list them since coma Australia, Indonesia, Vietnam, Japan, India, Malaysia, China, Singapore, Thailand, Laos.

  • Deutschland
  • Singapore
  • Australia
  • France
  • England
  • Morocco
  • Egypt
  • Turkey
  • Norway
  • Sweden
  • India
  • Thailand
  • Cambodia
  • Laos
  • Phillipines
  • Greece
  • Vietnam
  • Bali
  • Italy
  • Japan
  • China
  • Spain
  • Ireland
  • Yugoslavia
  • Czech Republic
  • Croatia
  • Scotland
  • Taiwan
  • New Caledonia
  • Myanmar
  • Peru
  • Bolivia

Help

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Read the posts on this blog for many thoughts that might help coma victims scattered amongst my blog or just click the link coma from categories in the footer for such posts. From my personal experience I would say getting off the institutional drugs was the most important thing. Many of the prescribed drugs perpetuated my displacement, the most troubling was Olanzapine. Medicine is really good for breaks, cuts, and obvious physical damage but doesn’t really understand the complexities of the brain. Sure we know the brain controls our organs and physical bodies but when it comes to it’s nuances and how the brain handles thought and memory we can only try. Victims have already experienced coma so try not to displace the brain further with drugs, try being as natural as possible and just work on your memory, try and remember. Most of all try to relax, I’ve had setbacks frequently. If through recounting my experiences through coma I can help others that would be great. Several trips overseas have definitely helped, I write now from Thailand but still type with my left hand on the iPhone, I was right handed before coma. For the non physical effects, consciousness, don’t force memory but encourage it, just try to be yourself again. Only yesterday I was again taken for a stroke victim in Thailand. It happens to me quite often. A practicing French nurse holidaying in Thailand thought stroke. Also another person in Thailand took me for a stroke victim. When I was in hospital too staff thought stroke. Perhaps I can help all others who have had Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) by recounting my experience of it. Even standing in the shower is difficult for TBI victims, we have a problem with balance.


Music

I sang and played bass for this band, ‘The Silent Reach’. Included in the playlist are all of my bands recordings from the early 90s, the last 3 tracks are my own later… I also write the lyrics.

Melancholy Love Song

A course line
A fallen hair
A sharp pain
When it comforts your despair
Muffled noise
It is here
Hot coffee shivering
People everywhere
Now I ask, is it me
Oh your face is shining
So comfortably

His blood runs,
He’s got thoughts of home
He’s jerky in pulse
No-one can condone
Through the door
There’s this salt water
Away they walk
Behind the slaughter
Now I asks is it me
Oh your face is shining
So comfortably

Teddy Bears

My world was once
So small and so old
Now it’s so clear, and there”s nothing to fear
Nothing more to expect

Watching my life
Writing my way
Turning around, seeing the ground, it’s all
Miles away

I’ve Been Dying

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see

I’ve been seeing, that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling, that there’s one thing
I am in a pale man
I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to feel
And now, I feel what I can feel

I’ve been seeing now
I’ve been feeling now
I’ve been dying now
I’ve been trying now
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see

I’ve been seeing, that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling, that there’s one thing
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand

Flash

Every time I’m standing here
And that room was never before me
I hear no voice
I remind myself
I hear
No voice

Every time I see your face
I don’t know if it’s yours or mine
I shock myself
I mean shock myself
And this
I can’t even say

Every time I look at you
your mediocre hotch potch Christs
They do me in
I do me in
I can’t hear what you mean to say
it’s a flash

Lifting up with here white face painted
Swimming with the treasures I never knew
I feel alright
I feel alright
I know what you mean
when you say that to me

And the ash and the tables with the places filled
every time i’m hearing you
bath me now
make me white
but don’t
Prey like her

every time I see that face
I don’t know if it’s yours or mine
can’t touch it
can’t say it
can’t see it
Can’t hate it
I can’t hear what you mean to say it’s a flash

Lifting up and I’m shivering still
reeling in the ruins that i never knew
and i feel alright
i feel alright
and i know what you mean
when you say that to me

bath me now
make me white
whiter than snow

lifting up now
I feel alright now
I see what you say
feel what you say
see what you mean to say
what you mean to say
what you mean to touch

Settling Things

Now it is time, so weary this time
Settle these things, settle my things
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
Tell me again, settle these things
My things this time, my mother my bed
You know I never told you about, that story always troubled me

There was this man and he was healing things
Dusting through those dusty shelves
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving Feeling Failing still

Yes and that time, even that time
Kept to diffuse, always anxious
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomly
Tell me again there was these men
Speaking as though settling things
You know I still am telling you
I cannot always think of it like that

There was this man and he was healing things
Dustin through those dusty shelve
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving feeling grieving still

I remember him, remember me
I tire over settling things
Settling things with him and me
My aching forgetful memory
And don’t you ever grieve on me
It tires me from settling things
This time, this time I’m setting it right
I grieve on that old man in me

Still

Carrying the chance meetings
The surprises of the unusual proportions, tall
And still no taller
It is startled
I am sitting
And watching
It is smarting
Now the remembering
Of much before her
The attitudes
And the pauses
Shouldering the dark longing
Quietly jeering drawing circles for
The many wishes
Now the fumblings
The dizzy ardent birth place
The staunch set answers
The dizzy birth place
Raising the fateful mornings
Carefully whispering
Binding the feet
The many instructions
The glimpses
The aspects
The shades
The colours
You are a wash
Echoes wavering
Form deep blue dark glazed
And swirling
Portent and shimmering
Awe still burning out
The feeling that this isn’t enough
The feeling that this isn’t enough
The feeling that this ain’t enough

Three

I am of three
I am of you, here is my body
I dream of you
I’m here to please you
I will believe you
I’m here to help you
I will not leave you

I am of three
I am of you, here is my body
I will believe you
I will not leave you

Easy now, I have written, slowly, I recall
There are terms in that, unspoken, gently, a carried tone
Whence my father walked, on tired, as his father too, before him together, there you are
It’s all that, ever mattered here, and now this fades away, quite so

Train

Sleep
Buzzing
I am on the bus, no, the train
I am on the train, something’s happening, this is not clear
The train
Out of the window, I won’t describe this, moving on
The train
This is no clear, the desert, a shanty town, I describe this
Poor, squalor, something is going on, changing
This is not clear here, something’s going on
The train
This is not clear here, somethings happening, moving on

Sleep
Buzzing
This is not clear
Train
Our of the window, I won’t describe this, moving on
The train
This is clear the desert a shanty town, I describe this
Poor, squalor, somethings going on
Sink
Things are not the same, this is not clear, something’s going on
The train
This is not clear here, this just ain’t clear
Moving on

She Fall

I have come
At the end
I know this
You’ve heard this
Da da da da da
She, Fall, Trouble
It is clear
Where we are
Where we sit
Da da da da da
Now I remember
This was to be
The time of
The imagination
The great change
But I imagine so little
And you’ve heard this before
So last of all
This over and over and over
This over
She, Fall, Trouble

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