[WARNING: The images associated with this post -are not birds-. This is art. Those are actually images of plastic garbage bags. But the images -are circulating as images of birds-. Think about this carefully as you read the following post. See: http://preview.tinyurl.com/kshrg6z ] Murmurations are physical instances of the many forms of intelligence that comprise and exemplify our own, particularly ‘the silent minds’ of the sub- and un- conscious. The seeming “living metaphor” pictured here is a direct demonstration of our own nature… but it is not merely a metaphor. It is, in fact, the living movement of our own -human- minds… in and as nature. When we lose this, we lose everything. These ‘birds’ are as much an extensional aspect of our ‘other mind’… the -silent intelligence- within us — as they are ‘animals in nature’ or any other idea we paint on them. And, so, too, we are extensions of them in ‘representational space’… in human culture. Of course, since we deny this, we attack them… instead. So, rather than understanding, and extension, something else is happening. Massacre. -Billions of tiny minds, moving in synchronized -storms- of dynamic intelligence-. Our other minds are the ‘swarming tinyforms’ of -all of nature, within us. Their sensing and intelligence assets are monumentally transhuman. And thus, we are terrified of them. And of nature. Of ourselves in all nonhuman likeness and example. This intelligence -listens to silence- the way the conscious intelligence listens to language. We used to -speak to these and receive answers -in the skies-. Can you imagine -that-? Do you -really- think ‘the internet’ is even -interesting- compared to that? What you are seeing here is not ‘birds’. It is not ‘instinct’ or ‘nature’. What you are seeing here is -a living extension of your own mind, body and spirit. Only if you understand this, can it be explored, discovered, developed… and even queried… but our cultures despise it… and attack it… just like the birds that once -filled our skies with living minds-. They kill them by the millions. Wholesale. Like vermin. Imagine if … they were secretly doing the same thing… -to your mind-… because what they call ‘nature’? That -is- your mind. Unless we assassinate it. And prefer machines to… opportunities so holy that they terrify us into massacre. Seems a simple choice. Unfortunately, around here, it hasn’t been. Yet. I intend to change that. Because we can remember, together. Right now. Forever. ( image via @[1014515641:2048:Jessica Kruse] )

[WARNING: The images associated with this post -are not birds-. This is art. Those are actually images of plastic garbage bags. But the images -are circulating as images of birds-. Think about this carefully as you read the following post. See: http://preview.tinyurl.com/kshrg6z ]

Murmurations are physical instances of the many forms of intelligence that comprise and exemplify our own, particularly ‘the silent minds’ of the sub- and un- conscious. The seeming “living metaphor” pictured here is a direct demonstration of our own nature… but it is not merely a metaphor. It is, in fact, the living movement of our own -human- minds… in and as nature.

When we lose this, we lose everything.

These ‘birds’ are as much an extensional aspect of our ‘other mind’… the -silent intelligence- within us — as they are ‘animals in nature’ or any other idea we paint on them. And, so, too, we are extensions of them in ‘representational space’… in human culture. Of course, since we deny this, we attack them… instead. So, rather than understanding, and extension, something else is happening.

Massacre.

-Billions of tiny minds, moving in synchronized -storms- of dynamic intelligence-. Our other minds are the ‘swarming tinyforms’ of -all of nature, within us. Their sensing and intelligence assets are monumentally transhuman. And thus, we are terrified of them. And of nature. Of ourselves in all nonhuman likeness and example.

This intelligence -listens to silence- the way the conscious intelligence listens to language. We used to -speak to these and receive answers -in the skies-. Can you imagine -that-? Do you -really- think ‘the internet’ is even -interesting- compared to that?

What you are seeing here is not ‘birds’. It is not ‘instinct’ or ‘nature’. What you are seeing here is -a living extension of your own mind, body and spirit. Only if you understand this, can it be explored, discovered, developed… and even queried… but our cultures despise it… and attack it… just like the birds that once -filled our skies with living minds-.

They kill them by the millions. Wholesale. Like vermin. Imagine if … they were secretly doing the same thing… -to your mind-… because what they call ‘nature’? That -is- your mind.

Unless we assassinate it. And prefer machines to… opportunities so holy that they terrify us into massacre. Seems a simple choice. Unfortunately, around here, it hasn’t been. Yet.

I intend to change that.

Because we can remember, together. Right now.

Forever.

( image via Jessica Kruse )