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Into the Blue Again
Today I realised something about my memories of the cave. Those dim spaces I once dwelled in, occasionally tempted out into the sunlight by fleeting visitors, were not the memories of a single lifetime. They were the collective memory of a stage in human cognitive evolution. A continuum comprising of moments of clarity, not from within one individual biological lifetime but across generations.
When individuals from that civilisation, if that’s the right word for it, perhaps tribe is better, were afforded rare moments of stillness, of contemplation; something in the brain would stir. A spark. A brief state of heightened awareness, lasting perhaps no more than a minute in each individual’s life. But over sixty lifetimes, those minutes compound. Sixty minutes, one hour of conscious evolution. One plateau.
That plateau, that flat plane, becomes stable. Then comes the climb, the vertical plane towards the next level, incomprehensible until contemplation reaches that full hour. Then: revelation. Inspiration. A moment that redefines reality. And the collective rises. A leap into a new consciousness.
Sixty generations of groping in the dark. Of catching rats for food. Of asking what else there might be, and eventually deciding to do something about it. To step out. To change. Not just from repeated action, but from the weight of boredom, frustration, and the raw courage to move. The build-up. The pressure drop. The initiation.
And then, outside the cave, the unimaginable: another tribe. One who left their cave generations ago. They rub sticks to create fire. They gather berries in forests. They’ve never thought to trap animals until you show them, just as you never imagined fruit, or fire or cooked meat. Together you learn that sticks can be spears, that mud and branches can build outdoor caves. Perhaps it takes another 120 generations to master these things.
But once learned, knowledge spreads like wildfire. The children learn faster. They think differently. They combine ideas to create new ones at a rate that defies the previous generations imagination. They shape clay to hold meaning, to transmit thoughts across time, to those they’ve never met and those not yet born.
The transition accelerates: what once took sixty generations now happens in six.
There’s a period of rapid innovation. A golden age. Then comes stability. Then, inevitably, stagnation. Just as you once believed the world had always been the way it was, so too will they. That’s the cycle.
But again, the pause. The reflection. The revelation.
This is the Renaissance. The Industrial Revolution. The Digital Revolution.
Each emerges only when enough people have stabilised into a sustainable rhythm, when there’s room again to dream. And so it continues. The world, in all its diversity, pulses at different rates. Some tribes or nations innovating, some stabilising, some stuck in the patterns of the past.
Yet the general trend? Progress. What was unimaginable to our ancestors is commonplace to us. What is unimaginable to us will be commonplace to our descendants. And what we can imagine? We are already moving toward it.
Imagine a world without cars, ships, trains, or planes. Some immediately fear regression, others excited because teleportation renders such methods obsolete. Fifty years ago there was no internet. A hundred years ago, horse-drawn carts were standard even in the most advanced nations.
The acceleration is real. It’s happening now. Whether we’re ready or not depends on our willingness to imagine that it’s even possible.
Many of us still cling to the cave. Why leave? There are rats to eat. What more could we need?
But our species has aspirations.
Materialists dream of technology. Though we critique them for capitalism and greed, many are genuinely striving to improve life, for everyone. Flawed, yes. But still human.
Spiritualists dream of transcendence. For them, suffering is not failure, but necessary growth. A purgatory before becoming. Coal crushed into diamond. They believe consciousness never ends, therefore the spirit world is real. That reality mirrors our inner state. That faith is not belief, but surrender, a trust that the universe desires our growth, even when we resist it.
Life moves in cycles but not perfect circles. Spirals. Each time we return, we do so at a higher level, having assimilated sixty minutes condensed into a minute. If our foundations are strong, we won’t fall when the world shifts. We’ll recognise change as opportunity. As elevation.
Plato spoke of the cave. One dweller finds the light, explores the world, returns to tell the others. They laugh at him. Beat him. Call him a fool. They teach their children to forget his name. But eventually, they see what he saw. And when they do, they pretend they knew it all along.
The precipice only exists when we mistake the future for the past. When we look back and fear falling into who we used to be. But when we stop projecting our doubts forward, we fly. The cliff vanishes. The next plateau is here.
All things seek equilibrium. This is a law of energy. When they do not, it’s because something outside is holding them down.
And here we enter gravitational physics, electromagnetic torsion fields, the hidden forces of the universe. The machines in the desert, once dismissed as temples, may have had another purpose, one lost to prehistory.
Now imagine: if we are only just rediscovering what those ancient structures were built for, what knowledge must those spiritual civilisations have held? If the materialists left clues, what did the mystics leave behind, etched into myth and memory?
What if everything we’ve endured, everything they endured, is but a single moment of clarity in the mind of one civilisation? It takes 60 such moments across many civilisations for the collective consciousness to ascend. What was once inaccessible to the individual becomes standard for the species.
What if that state of awareness can be accessed not through generations, but instantly just by knowing it exists, and reaching for it?
Now, imagine we’re not alone. Imagine this same process, this evolution of consciousness, unfolding on other planets, in other civilisations, among other beings.
The collective consciousness does not move at the average speed. It moves by the momentum of potential. And thought, consciousness, might not even be bound by time at all.
The Egyptians knew this. They called it Thoth, the ibis-headed god. Light. Electricity. The feather of truth. The sacred Ished Tree. They had foresight, knowledge carved into stone, reminders for our time and the times to come.
A summary of all their knowledges condensed.
Water is sacred. It represents communion, communication, community. We are 80% water. The rest of us is carbon, crushed and shaped by experience into diamond, conduit of light. Especially the intense moments. The extremes of heightened sensation, the contemplative reflections, the depths of soul awakening through integrative self-harmony.
“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.” – Rutger Hauer
“No form of energy ceases; it transmutes.” – Spiritual Sciences
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Original First Draft (no edit):
Into The Blue Again
Today I realised something. My memories of a time when I was dwelling in the cave, visited occasionally by those who tempted me out into the sunlight, are not memories of one individual lifetime. They are a collective memory of a stage of human cognitive development experienced over many lifetime. When individuals from that civilisation if that’s the right word for it, from that tribe of people anyway from that bloodline, When individuals of it had moments to pause for contemplation, so their brains could develop, they achieved what for them was a higher state.
Suppose that high state lasted for no more than one minute per individuals lifetime, over perhaps a period of 60 lifetimes. That level of awareness becomes epigenetic memory of a one hour block. It happens to require 60 generations to attain about one hour block. Imagine it the flat plane of a step, a plateau. The vertical plane of the next step is beyond comprehension until the contemplation achieves a one hour block at which time it comes to a conclusion.
A moment of inspiration which is game changing. The entity is elevated to the next plateau Which was invisible to them previously. 60 generations of wondering why it’s so dark what can be done about it when necessary until the entity got fed up and decided to do something about it. To stop catching rats in the dark for food, and a guide out into the sunlight. The process of cognitive development happens like this. It’s not only through repeat of action but it’s also through absolute sheer boredom and dogmatic procrastination, combined with having the faith to initiate a change. The buildup and the pressure drop.
Only to discover that outside of the cave, is another tribe of people who have not been caved dwellers for the past 60 generations, and have learnt not only how to make fire for warmth and light by rubbing sticks together but also to gather berries in the forest. It has never occurred to them that they can also catch animals to eat until you show them, just as it has never occurred to you that fruit and fire exists and can be used to cook meat to make it taste better. That wood can be used to make spears to catch larger animals to feed more people. That caves can be made with sticks and mud. Perhaps it takes another 120 generations to learn those things.
Once it has been learned, everybody catches on very quickly and teaches the children. The way they think is different to their ancestors. They are putting ideas together to create new ideas faster then it’s possible for you to imagine. Their communicating this with a shared understanding much more advanced than the animal grunts which are your language. They are making shapes in the clay to transmit ideas to people who they have not met or who have not yet been born. The transition happens rapidly, in less than 60 generations, in less than six generations.
There is a period of innovation towards civilisation before stability and inevitably stagnation. For those no longer living in the period of innovation, just as you thought the world had always been the way it was for you, so too for them they think the world has always been the way it is for them.
How many more generations of pausing to contemplate, before a revelation of something previously unthinkable happens, is transmitted to the other others, kickstarts a period of rapid innovation.
The classic Renaissance once sufficient number of people had stabilised into a rhythm routine lifestyle for several generations of sustainability. The industrial revolution developed into the digital revolution.
The many different nations are at different stages of progress and stability and stagnation. There is a general trend of progress. Things which were unimaginable to our ancestors are commonplace to us. Things which are unimaginable to us will be commonplace to our descendants. Things which we can imagine will probably emerge, eventually. Each new innovation heralding a leap forward in human potential.
For example, quantum physics wormhole technology and teleporters mean we will not need a transport infrastructure of cars, ships, trains, planes.
Outside of conspiracy theories, teleporters are an invention we do not have at this time. 50 years ago we did not have an Internet. 100 years ago people were still using as standard horse drawn carts in the most technologically advanced nations in the world.
The rapid acceleration is continuing to happen within our own lifetimes. How able we are to process it depends on the limitations of our willingness to accept it, even as a possibility.
Many of us do not yet want to leave the cave. Why would we? There are rats here we can catch and eat. What else do we actually need?
Our species has aspirations.
Materialists have technological aspirations. We criticise them for being capitalists and yet ultimately their aspirations are to make life better for all of us, even for their human failings.
Spiritualists have aspirations. That it is not about materialism at all, understanding the hardships we go through to be necessary lessons for our development. The purgatory of becoming a higher vibrational entity with a higher awareness. The coal which is crushed into diamond. From which perspective come experiences outside of the domain of the materialists awareness. That consciousness never ends, therefore the spirit world is real.
That we have the power to manifest, reality is reflection of our inner being. Faith being the ability to let go and trust the universe wants the best for us Despite ourselves being often broken, untrusting and critical of it.
Unawareness that life goes in cycles and yet it is not a simple repeating circle but rather a spiral we are each time we pass go, we level up to the next step of the plateau.
Where our foundations are strong, it will not come crashing down on us, for we will have the perspective to understand it from the highest context and therefore to experience inevitable change to be a good thing.
This leads us to Plato and his analogy of the cave. That cave dweller having seen the light, gone outside experience the forest and the community, return to the cave to explain to the other cave dwellers that they were living in delusion all along, just as he previously had been. They ridiculous him. They beat him up. They tell their children’s children that he was an idiot. Eventually they learn he was right all along. Full of shame they forget his name and the story associated with it, rejoicing in the light and claiming it is so obvious everybody always knew it all along.
The precipice only exists when we mistake the future for the past, when we look back and see how far it is we would fall were we to regress to what we were before. It is difficult to explain this easily. What constructs the future is our aspirations and our doubts. When we let go of those doubts, we can fly. It’s not a precipice, it’s a cliff which now ceases to exist because we have levelled up to the next plateau. That’s what flying is.
All things find their level. This is an immutable law of energy. Where things cannot find their level, it is because an external forces interfering with them.
And this is where we get into gravitational physics and electromagnetic torsion fields. This is where our civilisations breakthrough sciences are the same as learning at last what those great big machines in the desert which we mistook for temples were made for in the first place, in an era lost to us which we describe as prehistory.
Now I want you to imagine if we are only now beginning to once again understand what 10,000 years old machines were for, the materialists leaving their evidence, imagine how powerful the spiritualist from that era were. Imagine what they knew which we have forgot.
And now imagine everything which they went through and which we have gone through, is merely one minute of clarity in the mind of one civilisation. That it requires 60 minutes of clarity per civilisation for the collective consciousness, to level us up to a state of awareness which as an individual organism we were incapable in the past at least, but which once having sustained for long enough and high enough, becomes common place awareness for all of us.
Now imagine that level of perception can by its nature be safely shortcut simply because it exists out there, and we are aware that it exists out there, and it wants to connect with us as much as we want to connect with it.
Imagine our planet full of lifeforms is not the only planet full of lifeforms where this process is happening.
The level of consciousness of the collective consciousness is not limited to the average. Rather, it is a launchpad. The nature of thought may well exist outside of time as we measure time through the material universe.
Thought, or soul, or self-awareness. The Egyptian hieroglyph for this was the ibis headed deity and his feather of enlightenment which means also electricity and light. The tree of life, sacred ished tree.
Integrating these concepts we realise the wisdom of the priesthood which carved the awareness of the awareness into stone to remind our generation and future generations of the insights attainable to consciousness.
Water is sacred. Water symbolises communion, communication, community. Physically we are 80% water. The rest of us is carbon being crushed into diamond through the process of experiences, especially the intense experiences and the deep introspective experiences. The extremes compared by which most other stuff is an irrelevant dirge of processing what we have to do while being here.
“Those moments lost in time like memories in the rain.” Rutger Hauer
“No form of energy ceases; it transmutes.” spiritual sciences
