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Lucid Lunacy
reply to post by MemeticHarvest
17. The proof is the logical pattern in the oscillating fractal temporally mirrored realities through all of life, from our remembered past and assumed future to our real present.
Since this is your proof can you word it so it's more accessible to the average bloke
Visitor2012
Kashai
reply to post by Lucid Lunacy
To be truly infinite one must also be finite.
Any thoughts?
Rubbish.
The personal self was gone, yet here was a body and a mind that still existed empty of anyone who occupied them. The experience of living without a personal identity, without an experience of being somebody, an I or a me, is exceedingly difficult to describe, but it is absolutely unmistakable. It can't be confused with having a bad day or coming down with the flu or feeling upset or angry or spaced out. When the personal self disappears, there is no one inside who can be located as being you. The body is only an outline, empty of everything of which it had previously felt so full. The mind, body, and emotions no longer referred to anyone - there was no one who thought, no one who felt, no one who perceived. Yet the mind, body, and emotions continued to function unimpaired; apparently they did not need an I to keep doing what they always did. Thinking, feeling, perceiving, speaking, all continued as before, functioning with a smoothness that gave no indication of the emptiness behind them. No one suspected that such a radical change had occurred. All conversations were carried on as before; language was employed in the same manner. Questions could be asked and answered, cars driven, meals cooked, books read, phones answered, and letters written. Everything appeared completely normal from the outside, as if the same old Suzanne was going about her life as she always had. In an attempt to understand what had occurred, the mind began working overtime, generating endless questions, all unanswerable. Who thought? Who felt? Who was afraid? Who were people talking to when they spoke to me? Who were they looking at? Why was there a reflection in the mirror, since there was no one there? Why did these eyes open in the morning? Why did this body continue? Who was living? Life became one long, unbroken koan, forever unsolvable, forever mysterious, completely out of reach of the mind's capacity to comprehend.
It was beginning of December of 2005, and I was preparing for a weekend workshop that was to start the very next day. For days already, I had been feeling that I did not want to hold the workshop. Something was not right. Some pressure in my body that would not let up and at times would get unbearable kept bringing my attention to my weekend workshop and how I did not want to facilitate it. But why not? I had no logical answer. And without one, I could not cancel the workshop. I could not let all those people down who were counting on me to do healing work with them. So, I applied the good old grin-and-bear method, hoping that I would be fine the next day. Then, at around 5 pm, out of the blue, I was hit with a flash-knowing. I was sitting on the floor, going over some paper work, when the flash-knowing came out of nowhere like a lightening bolt. It was not a physical experience at all. The best description I can give is that it was a knowing that came in a flash because I suddenly knew something that I hadn't known a moment ago. All thinking stopped in its tracks. Totally baffled I sat motionless, allowing the knowing to ripple through my being. An event like that can have such an impact that it can change your life forever. That's what happened to me. From that moment on, I would never be the same. The flash-knowing lasted only an instant but the knowing that came with it was vast and profound. I could never have come to it via studying, researching, contemplating or rational deducting. Suddenly I knew that there was nothing to us human beings. Our bodies were hollow and empty. There was no substance, no solidity to us. No actual being or entity was part of the body that we were all assuming we were. The body was void of anyone being home. A seeming corpse only, like that of a doll. The body did not belong to anybody. It had no owner, no driver, no orchestrator or manipulator - as in a self or an I. It was the strangest thing. I saw that human beings were somehow like puppets in a puppet show, walking/talking shells, empty, see-through characters in a play. I also saw that I would never be able to truly help a person with my healing work because I was working on the level of the soul, which is the level of the personal self or I. That was the level of human drama. The soul was nothing sacred and divine as I had believed it to be. I suddenly saw it as a mere memory bank that contained all info pertaining to humanity's collective story. Problems were built-into it, were a given there. A problem-free existence, at that level, was not possible. It was clear that as long as I was working on that level, I could not ever truly make a difference in a person's life - not the way I had always wanted to in the depth of my being. Essentially, I knew that I was taking people in circles with my healing work. As soon as one issue or problem was solved, another one would pop up in a week, a month or a year. It was inevitable. I also knew that this was the case with all other healing work as well. All healers, doctors, therapists and helping professionals were not making a difference in people's lives. I saw us all as blind who were leading the blind. We were all only treading water, going nowhere, all the while thinking we were so great with what we were doing. But in truth, we were doing nothing at all. I realized that when I worked on the level of the soul, the individual, the I - and was dealing with a person's particular family issue or struggle - I was in actuality dealing with something like a puppet in a puppet play. Of course, this made absolutely no logical sense. These were people, human beings, for goodness' sake, that the flash-knowing had somehow reduced to inanimate objects. I absolutely knew that these were people with seriously painful circumstances and difficult lives. Yet, I could not shake off what I suddenly knew as not being true either. As far fetched and unbelievable as it all seemed, I knew it was true. Deep down inside I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt it was true. But what was I to do with this?
Phage
mysterioustranger
reply to post by MemeticHarvest
If we can't die...then we were never born either...we just ARE....
Are...what?
Quantum suicide thought experiment
Unlike the Schrödinger's cat thought experiment which used poison gas and a radioactive decay trigger, this version involves a life-terminating device and a device that measures the spin value of protons. Every 10 seconds, the spin value of a fresh proton is measured.
Conditioned upon that quantum bit, the weapon is either deployed, killing the experimenter, or it makes an audible "click" and the experimenter survives.
The theories are distinctive from the point of view of the experimenter only; their predictions are otherwise identical.
The probability of surviving the first iteration of the experiment is 50%, under both interpretations, as given by the squared norm of the wave function. At the start of the second iteration, if the Copenhagen interpretation is true, the wave function has already collapsed, so if the experimenter is already dead, there's a 0% chance of survival.
However, if the many-worlds interpretation is true, a superposition of the live experimenter necessarily exists, regardless of how many iterations or how improbable the outcome. Barring life after death, it is not possible for the experimenter to experience having been killed, thus the only possible experience is one of having survived every iteration
Ribidus
I've known this since before I was born.
Visitor2012
Phage
mysterioustranger
reply to post by MemeticHarvest
If we can't die...then we were never born either...we just ARE....
Are...what?
Immortal ......
Phage
mysterioustranger
reply to post by MemeticHarvest
If we can't die...then we were never born either...we just ARE....
Are...what?
tencap77
Stop messing with my head! i can't be bothered to reflect on the theory of your post, since i am still at a loss to answer questions which are much deeper and much more perplexing, such as, why are the kardashians on my tv screen, and what's the point of trying to understand why my cat TALKS ALL NIGHT LONG, but only on tuesday nights? or even more sinister, is there ANYPLACE in the known Universe where you can finish this sentence "Real Houswives of ..." and still not end up with a passel of idiots? or why there are only 8 hot dog buns in the bag, yet 10 hot dogs in the package? huh? HUH?, yeah I thought so. Conspiracy. it's what you get when you have more than 1 angry monkey in the room !
Kashai
In relation to many worlds hypothesis and multiverse theory. A referent is in relation to the potential of consciousness to transcend separateness inherent physically, in such modeling.
Implied is another point of view related to such a construct as a whole.
It is to present that each impression of separateness is alike to a facet in a Diamond.
Any thoughts?edit on 12-2-2014 by Kashai because: Added content