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Give us a moment … True order and organization, even of biological structure, can be achieved only by granting a basic unpredictability. I am aware that this sounds startling. Basically, however, the motion of any wave or particle or entity is unpredictable — freewheeling and undetermined. Your life structure is a result of that unpredictability. Your psychological structure is also. However, because you are presented with a fairly cohesive picture, in which certain laws seem to apply, you think that the laws come first and physical reality follows. Instead, the cohesive picture is the result of the unpredictable nature that is and must be basic to all energy.
(Pause at 10:36.) Ruburt is at this moment feeling massive.* He is experiencing several things. The inner cellular body consciousness feels itself massive, while to you cells are minute. The sounds of the package, for example (as Seth, Jane crumpled an empty cigarette package), or the fingernails across the table (demonstrated), are magnified, for in the cellular world they are an important outside-the-self cosmic event — messages of great importance. The cellular consciousness experiences itself as eternal, though to you the cells have a brief life. But those cells are aware of the body’s history, in your terms, and in a much more familiar fashion than you are aware of the earth’s history.
(11:15. “And when there isn’t any sound outside, everything’s ringing — the way your ears do, only more so … Now my whole body’s really big. Massive. I might end it. It’s funny: It’s not terribly pleasant. My teeth seem really huge — everything — my feet …”
(11:21. “I had the feeling of my hair being long and parted in the middle, as though I’ve got some kind of humanoid features; you know, with the hair hanging down on each side of my face, which is something like an animal’s — but with very intelligent eyes, very warm and soft.”8 Jane finally opened her eyes. Her ears still rang, so loudly that she asked me if I heard the same sound. I told her I didn’t. We walked around the room. I made her half a sandwich. “It’s sort of frustrating,” she said. “It’s as though I’m seeing or feeling what I’m capable of at the moment, but I know there’s more there behind that. I can feel it, but I can’t get it out.”