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Perceptual Agility — and Presidential Powers

June 7, 2008

Spanish Dagger BudI have been struggling in my writing, struggling to weave simple thinking from divergent sources and tiered complexities of human minds. And I have been writing a series of posts about the power of our worldviews to shape our perceptions and subsequent experience of ourselves and of our world. Within this reaching for coherency amidst diversity and incongruity is my own need to make sense of the world, to perceive, craft and articulate, if you will, a world view of beauty.

Now emerging into my awareness is a belief I seem to carry, though I avow little use for beliefs in general. The belief is this: in the perception and experience of beauty there lies a path of thrive-ability. And in today’s world, the choices as to the beliefs and perceptions I will feed myself include a palette of commercial and government propaganda… and also too, the rising of life’s breath into a white blossom as the Spanish Dagger outside my window celebrates Life, it’s life.

Oh yes, recent posts visited the worldviews of fear and insufficiency, of the us against them thinking represented by the likes of Reverend Parsley, John McCain’s once acknowledged spiritual adviser… and frankly, I need a break from all the seriousness I’ve been embedding into this blog. I ought to be spending more time with the wild flowers of Spring and listening as they sing and dance to the polarities of male and female and day and night and this and that—as they interweave Oneness out of multiplicity.

So hold on, cause I consider the capacity and the ability for perceptual agility to be key to our wild resiliency. Yep, I’m talking about our willingness and courage and Life’s invitation that we perceive too the world from multiple perspectives, say from the way our neighbors across the fence or even our enemies see the world. And damn too but what it wouldn’t do me and us a bit of good to step out of our self-centric worldviews long enough to laugh at our follies.

So here, by way of invitation and warm-up are a couple of examples of perceptual agility.

Just Now
A rock took fright
When it saw me
It escaped
By playing dead
—Norbert Mayer

Now, what would happen if I began to perceive the world itself as a living presence? Even technology.

Oh my goddess! That would turn just everything… upside down. Maybe Woody Allen has an idea worth submitting to the powers that be when he writes, in Next Life

In my next life I want to live my life
backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of
the way. Then you wake up in an old
people’s home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy,
go collect your pension, and then when
you start work, you get a gold watch
and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you’re young
enough to enjoy your retirement. You party,
drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous,
then you are ready for high school. You then
go to primary school, you become a kid,
you play. You have no responsibilities; you
become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating
in luxurious spa-like conditions with central
heating and room service on tap, larger
quarters every day
and then Voila….You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

And I submit that laughter and humor and play are some of the best ways for helping us see ourselves and the world differently. So Thank You to the poets and artists and comedians… who carry that gift of reminding us that we owe ourselves a bit of perceptual agility every now and then, that it is healthy to look at ourselves and life upside down and backwards occasionally.

Just imagine, what if the esteemed President of the United States, the Commander and Chief, walked into the Oval Office this AM and the firstSpanish Dagger Blossom thought on his mind, the burning question that kept him or her awake through the night was: “How am I going to spread more love throughout the world today?”

Now we know that environments of love and trust commingle to create… not just peace but ecosystems nurturing of business, trade, abundance, security and yes, of resiliency too. So isn’t this the real job of the Presidential office, and the proper daily attention for one in such a position of influence and power: How am I going to spread more love throughout the world today?”

Rachel Carson, author of Silent Spring said as much, and in far fewer words than I:

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

OK, so what’s your burning question of the day? What keeps you awake at night? How might you perceive it if say… you stood on your head? Where do you look to renew your experience of beauty and wonder and love? And what will you do today to spread their power upon this blue planet?

What will it take for my life, for your life, for the thrive-ability of humanity… to blossom like the Spanish Dagger outside my window?

Notes: The research on the economic value of trust comes from a great resource, Institute for Global Ethics. For Diving deeper into the perceptual agility Life invites us into see also: Beware of the Stories you Read or Tell; and The Value of a New Story—An Accurate Worldview, and numerous other posts and links on this site.

Also, I delightfully discovered today, and recommend: My Blue Puzzle Piece

Intelligence in Nature: Chimps vs. Humans

December 8, 2007

I escaped to a remote mountain cabin (1900bps on the modem) for a few days. The human intelligence represented by civilization’s progress was getting to be too much for me. Besides, I was looking for my Self too, as I’m often known to do. The sucker just seems to runaway on me a lot.

It can be hard to keep a Self at home you know. At least mine is that way. You try to train ‘em right, to be civilized and all, to not think forbidden thoughts or go wandering off to where ever they please but…. Too much wonder or joy is a dangerous thing you know; a Self ought to stay within the boundaries of the corral.

War is good for us! Remember? Helps the economy and gives us peace. Eventually. Maybe. In some people’s dreams, it seems.

But if you find yourself frustrated or pissed off or anxious, well go shopping and buy something for Christ sake. It’s your patriotic American duty! And we know who said so, huh George.

And if you see a homeless person wandering down the street, don’t look into their eyes whatever you do; it’s not good for ‘em. Might make ‘em think you care enough to give them a devalued $20. Worse, looking into their eyes might even just… make your heart hurt.

Dead Horse Juniper, UTAnd if we need to drill for more oil and gas on what little remains of our ‘pristine and sacred public lands,’ like Nine Mile Canyon in Utah, why God made for ‘em to be governed by the “multiple use” principle you know; every extractive industry deserves an equal right to their abuse. Besides, a Self can get lost out in those wild places if they’re not careful. One might even get all inspired and start thinking they’re worth saving.

Or even worse yet , God forbid, one might start to think the ‘other than human world’ possesses a dignity of its own, or even an intelligence… equal to… in its own way… human intelligence?

Take the recent reality research reported on in the journal Current Biology, with a link here to the Science News Story: Chimp Aces Memory Test: Outscores People.

Turns out that when a 5-year old Chimp was pitted against adult humans in a short-term memory test, yep, the Chimp won. See for yourself.

That challenges the belief of many people, including many scientists, that ‘humans are superior to chimpanzees in all cognitive functions,’ said researcher Tetsuro Matsuzawa of Kyoto University.

No fooling! You’d think, by our civilized attitude toward the other than human world, that we consider the making of nuclear bombs to be a mark of intelligence. And as if the capacity to blow ourselves up once wasn’t enough to prove our IQ, we made another, and then another 26,000 more, and now our old growth forests and wild lands are but endangered remnants as well. And now too, the outlook for our oceans is bleak as sea ‘deserts’ grow.

And we’re debating whether it’s OK to torture our enemies? Like we got nothing better to do than torture people? After signing international treaties and declaring and prosecuting it as an international war crime for all these years, how did we ever come to think of torture as a national policy even worthy of debate?

Get back in the corral yall!

And how did we ever come to think of torture as a worthy Presidential strategy against terrorism?

Stop thinking like an Enemy Combatant!

You’d think we’d lost sight of… our Selves or something. Like maybe they just got too domesticated and started believing what they were being fed. And once they’re in the feedlot, it does get hard to tell ‘em apart. They do all start to look alike and think the same after all, once they start eating that Fear Food.

Be careful what you eat is what I say! If you don’t get out and eat and drink some of that wild clean old growth forest air while we still got some left… if you don’t go stare in wonder and amazement at the ancient Anasazi petroglyphs in Nine Mile Canyon before they sink those oil and gas wells there, you’ll never hear than kind of silence again. It’ll be gone. Just like the polar bears.

And your Self, and those of your grandchildren, you’ll never again get the chance to remember how to wander out of the corral and into the dark forest, and how to think for your self.

Yep. We’re still writing that old story of human intelligence: Can we learn in time? Are we willing to transform our collective consciousness and to claim the personal responsibility of freedom?

Am I willing to transform my personal consciousness and to lay claim to the freedom of that responsibility?

Nothing I might write here however can come close to the poetic eloquence of Red Hawk (Robert Moore), from his book The Art of Dying, so I’ll stand aside.

THE PROBLEM WITH HUMAN INTELLIGENCE

Easter Island is a remarkable place
not only for its giant stone statues,
one thousand of them, each weighing
18 tons and standing 15 feet tall, but

also for its fossil pollen record and
what it tells us about Human Beings.
Easter Island is completely treeless
but the fossil pollen tells us that

a fruit palm tree flourished on Easter Island
for thousands of years and the decline of that species
began about 1200 years ago and continued for
several hundred years until the tree became extinct.

1200 years ago is when the Humans came to Easter Island.
If you stand on the island’s highest point
you can see nearly the entire island so
the people knew what they were doing:

systematically they were destroying their paradise
and the man who cut the last tree, the very thing
he depended upon for his survival,
knew it was the last tree standing and

he cut it anyway.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe, the less taste we shall have for destruction. — Rachel Carson

Go talk to the Aspen Trees for Christ ‘s sake! They know the forbidden knowledge, that all our great problems are but symptoms of the same wound, the very same personal and collective wound: our self’s experience of separation from Self, from our very Nature, and so from our neighbor too.

Or try staring into the eyes of a Chimp, a wild one preferably, as if you were looking into a mirror. There is, after all, only about a one percent genetic difference between us and humans!

And there is less than that between humans and their human enemies!