Our perception of time appears to change as we age and also seems to be affected by positive and negative experience(s). The introduction of stimulants, depressants, and psychedelics can alter our perception of time, while sleep (including dream states) and meditation also decrease time awareness.
The awake, “unaltered” adult requires a reliance on (but are not limited to) hormonal secretion and subconscious engagement to regulate perception. There must be a way to rewire the mind to create a time “drag” during a pleasant experience and to perceive time as “flying by” during dismal events.
Back to the drawing board…
While most animals have the capability of vocalization, all have developed means of communication through vibratory electronic impulses or some form of energy transference
Most humans experience only glimpses of non-vocal energy communication. Some have develpoed(both consciously and subconsciously)as broadcasters, some as receivers, and some as both. This is apparent when one vocalizes an idea that another only realizes as thought. But who can really tell in this scenario who the actual sender or receiver is? And, for that matter, are we even certain that the thought or idea originated in either one of the subjects? What about parallel or astral communication?
The capacity of our brains to not only mentally communicate with our own species, but all species, definitely exists. The evidence of these energetic data transfers can be seen in empaths, psychics, mediums, animal communicators, shamans, and many others. All of the these individuals possess these abilities and they are often referred to by others as “gifts”. All humans have these gifts waiting for them. Most have just yet to find and open them.
I’m trying to get my cats to show me where the active portal is. Their continued silence violates the roommate agreement. While the language barrier is obvious in the agreed reality, I’m thinking it’s time to go under again to communicate with their leader.
Whispers of the trees
Hitching hike upon the breeze
A language lost ,yet understood
Embrace the beauty of the wood
Grounding powers through bare feet
All but soul takes a backseat
Soothing tones the waters bring
Tribal notes the birds do sing
I am you and you are me
Different forms of energy
Connected firmly once again
See you soon my dear old friend
A golden ticket granted
astral travel eminent
to cover tracks
or leave bread crumbs
A cotton mouthed return
unquenched in masked existence
locked doors, hidden keys
all leading to dead ends
Map unrequired now
the soul has great memory
so much to bring back
all bags checked
Pieces left somewhere
myself or what was
abandoned but where
time to cash in miles
SO. Are the Elite the Eloi and the rest of us Morlocks? And if so, why can’t we step into the light to escape our subterranean or subservient existence?
I would say yes, we are Morlocks, existing to be providers for the Eloi, or Elite. BUT, we have been duped into believing that we cannot climb out of our dark prison into the light.
Wells alluded to the Eloi as being beautiful and godlike, but he also described them as simple minded and lacking the initiative to perform labor of any kind.
The same forces that have pulled the wool over Morlock eyes have also given the Eloi a God complex. And while I do not subscribe to them being all that simple minded, I do think the God complex creates blinders for them.
The time machine represents access to consciousness, and the time traveler is a spirit guide or observer. Our job is to find the strength to step into light, access collective consciousness, and take back control from the Eloi.
Mother seems a bit upset today. Fault lines shaking,by no fault of their own. A cozy embrace with a tree might be required , as a sign of respect. Time to settle debts and square up with the house…