Tenuous Connections – Where is Our Rock?

Skógafoss waterfall

Skógafoss waterfall (Photo credit: big-ashb)

So thinking more about Alena and her alien psychiatrist-poser

Why is Alena known, or recognized, by Alien?

Where Alien came from, brain illness isn’t sustained by the stress of living on her planet.  Those with brain illness either adapt to the primitive resources they live in or they, (pause,) “don’t.”  The community doesn’t know this is happening consciously.  They just know that some people are able to do what earthlings consider magic.  Those with brain illness evolved to survive.  Alien was one such benefactors of time and stress on biology.  She was not there for the process, but for the product

Earth was alarming.  It was the first time she’d ever seen someone with a broken mind.  Knowing where she came from gave her mixed feelings….

I’m getting my hands into this Time-play playtime!  Woohoo!  I have been rumbling over the beauty of all the beloved connections I enjoy, the cherished anchors and reflectors that I’ve used so long to stabilize my identity with.  My heritage, my profession, my employments, my interpersonal relationships, family, my body, currencies, and so much more gives me a sense of security.  A sense, however, in truth and not Time-less.  As so many of us know what the other side of that water-fall looks like – divorced parents, physical/sexual/emotional abuse, illicit drugs, loneliness, poverty, a bone spur or arthritis.

If Time is an arrow, what gives the increasingly obvious wispiness of our securities power?  What is our strength from?

I remember back when we discussed our Essence, the bit of Me that isn’t lost to death, suffering or brain illness.  According to, From Eternity to Here: The Quest for the Ultimate Theory of Time, by Sean Carroll, he’d say this can only exist if this Essence in Me is connected to space and Time.

Question:  Where does your connection come from?

Self-Care Tip:  Discover where you security comes from.

A few thoughts and words shaken together

Shake Well

Shake Well Before Use

I was thinking, what if I was a an alien, disguised as a psychiatrist planted to search for earthlings with special abilities?  What would I hope to find?  I would like to find people who could put their thoughts into other people’s minds.  People who could receive special messages from the television, radio or newspaper.  Who saw hidden codes in otherwise common experiences, such as, stranger’s dress.

Maybe I’d meed a girl named, Alena, who had received a garden of psychotropics without benefit.  She, despite her sensory differences from the human norm, remained high functioning and whose mind, as she aged, didn’t break, deteriorate or diminish as others with schizophrenia did.  Her thoughts followed from point A to B, much like the arrow of time.

I’m reading, From Eternity to Here: The Quest for the Ultimate Theory of Time, by Sean Carroll.  Seriously cool.  Not me.  The book, and I suppose this Carroll guy too.  Don’t let this fool you though.  I’m as bad as the rest of you, quoting big smart books that effectively hide all the rest of the reading I’m too embarrassed to disclose.  So now that that’s done…, I’m happy to also say that I’ve garnered vocabulary and concepts to grow my fantasies.  Yummy!  Things like there’s always the inverse to consider, like black holes as opposed to white holes.  The reason we remember the past is because there is a future, because entropy increases and because time never exists without space.  Life itself depends on the arrow of time.  Time and space cannot be separate.  The future is much longer than the past.  And rather than the Big Bang, “Maybe the Universe comes out of a Universal Chicken.” I don’t like anyone calling God a chicken but this made me smile.

Well, “No one’s going to take a wrong turn into yesterday,” except us, right?  Or… maybe Alena did.

My thoughts play tonight.  I wonder about Time and our friendship with Me.  No tips tonight.  Just thoughts to exchange.  Do you have any to bring out to play?