2 results for (book:ur1 AND session:685 AND stemmed:time)
sidepools
neurological
bypass
Saratoga
linear
“The whole thing had been going on for some time before I finally woke up with my objections. Several times earlier I’d awakened also, sat up, and smoked a cigarette. Each time as I lay down again, the material started coming. So the last time I said: ‘Now, look, Seth, if you want to take me to some of these probabilities, great; with you leading the way; but my consciousness is having a hell of a time handling whatever it is we’re doing.’ Then I fell asleep and the material stopped.”
“February 26, 1974. I’m getting something like this … that data comes through to us multidimensionally, then is sifted through neural connections, where it’s transformed into time-segmentation or strung-out experience. Next it flows into our probable (physical) reality (which itself changes all the ‘time.’) We inherently possess separate pockets or pools of experience (biologically valid among the cells’ characteristics), sidepools where information collects for processing before flowing into the ‘official pool of consciousness.’
“February 26, 1974. At Rob’s request this morning I wrote a statement about my experience in the sleep state last night. Today, Tuesday, is my ESP class day, which means that I have a little less time for my writing, so after giving Rob the small description I intended to type a chapter of Adventures in Consciousness.4 I’d lost some writing time lately because of business matters, and because I was trying to catch up on the mail, so I was particularly concerned about getting back to Adventures.
“While doing it, I felt mildly exhilarated. My consciousness gets a smooth feeling at such times, an easiness. Yet I was also aware of the same kind of reluctance I’d felt in the sleep state last night; as if I was trying to do something … difficult, or translate information that was more distant than usual from our ordinary concepts. I almost felt stubborn, like a reluctant child, wanting to do the thing but not wanting to make the effort at the same time. The easiness won over, though.
Preface
network
selectivity
desultorily
ostensibly
[...] The projection in time and space may disappear, in your terms, wither and die. The main identity continues to exist, even as the consciousnesses of millions of cells still exist that at one time were part of the body.
[...] I was a baby in my hometown, Saratoga Springs, N.Y. The time was about 1931 to start with. [...]
[...] The form is etched in space and time, and yet the pattern itself exists outside of that framework also — the body is a projection, therefore, into the three-dimensional field.
[...] She also felt that we’d eaten supper [at 7:30] too close to session time.