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2020-05-09 at 9:49 AM UTCI don’t actually know anything about this because I’m working from fragments of vague childhood memories rather than data, and I'm not sure what to query. Hopefully, you get the jive of what I'm putting down.
You've seen it and felt it, it's always there, and it means something in the context of your life—of all life, and maybe outside of that too. So something in your perception entails vividly the perception of something else that you can't begin to conceive, let alone communicate. Essential to its character is an ambiguous existential correspondence.
For this example, I'll do my best with the privilege of retrospect. When I was very young, looking at the sky might've provoked a vivid internal experience: in my memory, a portrait of rainbow fish scales, glistening and resonating not unlike the lazy hum of Tibetan singing bowls shining under a high coastal sun. I immediately recognized this to be the ethereal flavor of my childhood consciousness, and I always had the intuition that it was impermanent.
I've come to like calling it early semantic processing signification, as my working hunch is that this is a normal and deceptively simple presentation of a semantic childhood synesthesia which perhaps renders fluidly its most basic concept.
Please describe yours in as much detail as possible. We have a phenomenological opportunity here to situate our naughtiest, most elusive qualia in a context of gnosis and your neglect won't be forgiven.
And of course, if you can in any way simplify this for me, expose an error, or point me to wherever in the world this is a studied phenomenon, please share.
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2020-05-09 at 10:05 AM UTCIn essence, I mean to suggest that while innocent we gaze upon the naked fabric of our cognition’s chaotic interior prior to its integration.
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2020-05-09 at 10:14 AM UTCshouldnt you be txting this to Karen?
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2020-05-09 at 11:04 AM UTCYeah man, childhood rules, being an adult sucks.
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2020-05-09 at 11:33 AM UTCLast night I was drunk and high and while throwing my guts up due to grill cheese sandwich poisoning, I had a flashback to getting food poisoning after a school play and I realized I was pretty much having an emotionally identical reaction to the point where I wouldn't be able to tell you (at minimum due to vomit blocking my larynx) that there was any difference between me then and now while I was hurling.
There was a feeling of intense struggle and at the same time euphoria as I choked and felt like I was gonna die.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2020-05-09 at 6:06 PM UTCIt was one of those slow, chunky, bitter, toxic regurgitations.
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2020-05-09 at 6:18 PM UTC
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2020-05-09 at 6:31 PM UTCI just ate pink jiggler jello with my fingers, and for a brief moment taste the life protecting force break like a damnas it forces its way down the black hole and with such a gush, my head it following it. The intense pressure ... stuck in the life sucking hole, never to be cradled comfortably warm and safe.
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2020-05-10 at 12:14 AM UTC
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2020-05-10 at 12:15 AM UTC
Originally posted by Stopffs I just ate pink jiggler jello with my fingers, and for a brief moment taste the life protecting force break like a damnas it forces its way down the black hole and with such a gush, my head it following it. The intense pressure … stuck in the life sucking hole, never to be cradled comfortably warm and safe.
I enjoy jelloThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2020-05-10 at 12:28 AM UTC
Originally posted by Zanick I don’t actually know anything about this because I’m working from fragments of vague childhood memories rather than data, and I'm not sure what to query. Hopefully, you get the jive of what I'm putting down.
You've seen it and felt it, it's always there, and it means something in the context of your life—of all life, and maybe outside of that too. So something in your perception entails vividly the perception of something else that you can't begin to conceive, let alone communicate. Essential to its character is an ambiguous existential correspondence.
For this example, I'll do my best with the privilege of retrospect. When I was very young, looking at the sky might've provoked a vivid internal experience: in my memory, a portrait of rainbow fish scales, glistening and resonating not unlike the lazy hum of Tibetan singing bowls shining under a high coastal sun. I immediately recognized this to be the ethereal flavor of my childhood consciousness, and I always had the intuition that it was impermanent.
I've come to like calling it early semantic processing signification, as my working hunch is that this is a normal and deceptively simple presentation of a semantic childhood synesthesia which perhaps renders fluidly its most basic concept.
Please describe yours in as much detail as possible. We have a phenomenological opportunity here to situate our naughtiest, most elusive qualia in a context of gnosis and your neglect won't be forgiven.
And of course, if you can in any way simplify this for me, expose an error, or point me to wherever in the world this is a studied phenomenon, please share.
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2020-05-10 at 10:40 AM UTCI have had such an ineffable feeling that is like a buzzing, like imagine a sine wave oscillating at very low amplitude and high frequency (low wavelength), or a pencil drawing a tight, well defined line with extra tiny, fine zigzag motions.
It is associated with a similar feeling to rolling a ball of dried glue off your fingertips, or root-like fingers pushing down onto hardened earth, spreading out, and filling in their spaces with ultra fine curly roots. -
2020-05-10 at 11:12 AM UTCIm sure i have some childhood ones but id have to dredge them up.
My grandfathers cologne. Geoffrey Beene -Grey Flannel. He had this deep texan drawl when hed say stuff like PEE-CAWNS. He was emotionally distant, clumsy, clinical but warm, with big, rough engineers hands. His house was fascinating, not because it was fun, but because it was like a time capsule. It felt almost not lived in. One old box wheatabix. Tile and wallpaper and sickly orange carpeting and sofa from the 70s. Wood paneled everything. Everything orderly and in place, drilled and consistent after years in the army in germany and then 40 years at NASA. the house justfelt very....functional. Not many records. No movies. Only technical manuals for books. Fountain pens. 4 or 5 pieces of jedielry, including the hand tooled silver and onyx ring i would take from the little wooden box when he died. An ancient, never used IBM computer in the corner under a thick dusty vynil cover (which to my dismay would not play any games), Everything Smelled like wood and WD-40. The garage where he kept the impala and the datsun. Smelled much like his fathers- my great grandfathers- machine shop back in baton rouge. Kerosene and rags and machine oil. Old, well worn american made metal tools. Id sit in the window of the room where my mom and uncle grew up, and watch a cardinal alight on the branches of the tremendous pecan tree, a little flash of color against the pasadena sky. A small box with moth eaten dolls, yellowed mcdonalds toys and a bent slinky to pass the time. It wasnt an unhappy place, but you could feel the lonesomeness so heavy there like some gravitational anomaly. A melancholy like an inherited ghost that id see in my family and myself years afterwards. -
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2020-05-10 at 3:32 PM UTCI mostly try actively to suppress my childhood memories.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2020-05-10 at 3:34 PM UTChmmmm.
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2020-05-10 at 4:29 PM UTCLook up casein, an ingredient in the cheese. It can cause a multitude of heath issues. js. It's good actually for anyone to know about that stuff. I now keep my cheese to a minimum. I still crave a great pizza, but I used to have cheese with every meal. I feel infinitely better without it.
