Mind VS Reality

The mind creates more filler than it retains facts. This filler is an array of storylines on repeat. The danger of the storylines, are they take precedence over facts. In "fact", if a fact doesn't tuck away neatly into our storylines, it becomes invisible to us.

Although there are infinite false narratives we regurgitate daily, the following allows for the stark contrast between our minds and reality.  

The channeled video allows us to take that "mental filler" and put it under a microscope.

(1 CHANNELED VIDEO X 8 INTUITED SONG EDITS)

ROMANCE

Our ideas of romance block us from any reasonable-ness on the subject (big box and fog covering hole, barren area). If we examined the information that is able to seep into our consciousness (cluttered cloud, light), it would be disjointed with little rationality (cloud on static screen). 

From this information, we'd find a story was created (dynamic purple circle layer). The basis of the story would be somewhat accurate snapshots of small moments in time (recorded colored flower). These moments, however, were remembered because they reminded us of older, less clear memories from childhood (black and white flower). 

We then further whittle down our conception of romance, to the few aspects we think keep us safe from harm (bars). This becomes the story we use to engage with potential mates. 

What this means for our love lives, is we enter the scene focused on validating our fears, versus objectively seeing the dynamic (headless statue, eyes focused on the other). 

As the other person talks, we scan for two things. Anything predatory (wolf) and what could put us at emotional risk (person on cliff). All else becomes lost to the zone of neutrality (neutral colors). This zone is mountainous (mountains around eye), yet we oversimplify it and make it fit cohesively into our mind's eye (matrix in eye).

To cleanse our perception from false romantic storylines (matrix entering water), we would need a few shifts. First, allow for the awkwardness that comes from having to prove oneself so quickly (frog). Second, pay attention to the details that include your own behavior (humming bird). Third, you are a multi-layered being who can not be seen in a quick glance (rainbow, butterfly). Anything that happens to you, at the start of romance, is barely a response to a tiny fraction of your true self.

Once we cleared our focus (single nebula), we'd see romance as people with significant distortions forming a collective experience (black multi-sided shape).

If we could strip things down even further (shielded eye), we'd recognize all that was happening was two people in a state of reactivity. Every action has a reaction (eyes pouring water on flower). All we need do is pay attention to what inspires love and what doesn't. The most important aspect being (flower without water) to allow moments of separation (water stopping) that create space for things to wither and come back to life.

Cosmos Peractus is written on the flower in the snapshot. A reminder that the key to unburdening ourselves in romance is to realize it is just a series of snapshots.

"MIND OVER MATTER" "SUPER POSITION" BY YOUNG THE GIANT

SEXUAL TRAUMA

The first key to understanding the intensity of sexual trauma is that entering a body is no different than entering the soul (nebula block at entrance). Even the tiniest unwanted sensation (light beams), can leave us feeling stripped to our core (block is gone, barren area).

The brain turns to mush (cluttered cloud), and we dissociate (static background). Whatever story plays out in that state (dynamic purple circle) is initially focused on normalizing the experience (flower). When that no longer works (black and white flower film) we engage in ways just to make it out unharmed (bars on screen).

It is only after the experience that survivors ruminate on what happened (entering statue eyes). They hyper-focus on whatever predatory signs were displayed (wolf in focus), and this shifts the survivor’s storyline to one where they hold themselves responsible (person cliff). 

This process continues to intensify as the experience becomes more one-dimensional and fragmented (neutral 1D shapes). The mind naturally tries to neutralize and it can take ungodly amounts of time and processing before a person can form the solid sense that it was not their fault (mountains, matrix entering eye).

To free ourselves from this storyline requires fully processing the perpetrator as impulsive and obtuse (frog). The person who behaves this way is not picking up your signals and is on a mission to dehumanize you. This needs to be understood for survivors to not feel like a sexual assault means anything about them personally. Secondly, if your instinct was to tread lightly versus be aggressive (humming bird) that was cunning and brilliant. You made it out alive - YOU ARE A MASTERMIND. 

Lastly, you are untouched. Your soul was not harmed. Your essence was not broken (butterfly, rainbow). No act of aggression towards you ever, ever, ever means ANYTHING about who YOU ARE. 

If we could see the reality of sexual assault (single nebula) we'd see a perpetrator's mind blacking out any semblance of humanity in search of an opening (black shape, distorted nebula, cracks).

If we saw the dynamic before and during a sexual assault, we'd see two people not looking at each other. One would be trying to communicate (tears) while the other simply saw an opportunity (flower). If the survivor set strict boundaries (water stopped) the perpetrator would still see them as an opportunity (open flower). Their gaze is fixed and they are intent on communicating only to get what is desired (water doesn't stop opening flower).

Cosmos Peractus is in the gap between the bars. So much would change if survivors could reflect on their actions as survival mode, and feel like heroes for making it out alive.

"HARDLY HANGING ON" BY SISYPHUS

PARENTS

Our brains are wired to view life through our parents' lens (box enmeshed). Much of the joy that seeps in (light beams through) is because our parents didn't force a paradigm around the aspect of our lives we experience joy from. 

If we could see our parents' influence on our perception, it would be disorganized (cluttered cloud) and rarely have any basis in reality (static). From that chaos, would be a storyline about who we are supposed to be. It would be based on positive (color) and negative (black and white) snapshots without any context (recording of flower). The final story we take to engage with the world is more about who we cannot be versus who we can (bars in circle’s colors). 

When we interact with others, we fixate on people seeing us in the same negative light (wolf) as our parents, or look for validation the way our parents provided (person overlooking water). 

Without realizing it, infinite possibilities are not perceived because we don't have the parental framework to understand (mountains, tiny matrix). 

To clear this distorted lens, we need to remember how clumsily and rapidly we formed conclusions as children (frog). Then to understand ourselves as highly complex beings who need to form new conclusions every second based on the present (humming bird). Lastly, our parents, at their best, can only be accountable to providing a basic framework to thrive (rainbow circle with butterfly). Our inner worlds are far too complex (butterfly) to be parented into fruition.

If we could see our parents perspective of us, in truth, we'd see enormous gaps and a few focal points (multi-sided black shape). Observing those interactions, we'd see two people focused on the others' vulnerability (flower). The parent feeling like they are endlessly responsible for seeking out those vulnerabilities to "fix" or nurture. The offspring becoming vulnerable in response and feeling defensive (flower opening and closing).

Cosmos Peractus is written on the eye before entering the dynamic. To emancipate our minds from overbearing parental impact, we have to become witnesses. We must witness our experience the way we would witness any other.

   "ALCOHOL" BY SISYPHUS

BODY

Bodies are our bridge to the world and yet we are more focused on their perfection (box), than their ability to be our vessel for human experience (barren surroundings). When we stop focusing on their appearance (block removed), they feel like uncharted territory (hole).      

Our bodily sensations (clutter cloud) are seen as incoherent, and the only messages we listen to are the body's signals for pleasure (dynamic purple circle). 

Our perception of our bodies, and its signals, are formed early on with little education (recordings, ordinary flower). Unfortunately, most of us are taught to protect ourselves from our bodies (bars) as though "they work against you".

This belief, that we must override the body's signals - emotions, pain, hunger, intuition - turns our bodies into no man's land (neutrals, mountainous). We learn to view it mechanically with no depth (matrix).

To reconnect to our bodies, we'd need to understand it has become impulsive and clumsy because we are deaf to its signals (frog). We'd then need to realize, it has the innate ability to operate with absolute precision (humming bird). When fully operational, your body's guidance will make you beautiful, but you have to expand your spectrum of beauty (rainbow). More importantly, its focus is creating a lightness of being (butterfly).

If we could understand the reality of our bodies in the world, we'd see the collective has molded together a completely thoughtless and lifeless conception that is solely about appearance (black, multi-faceted shape, empty). It is one that forces malnourishment and loss of quality of life (empty, blackened). It leaves no consideration for the body's intelligence or what is needed for the soul (subtle points of dimension/color).

If we could clearly see those who fixate on the state of our bodies, we'd see their focus on us, is their focus on themselves (both stare at same flower). We might believe if we were thin/fit enough, the focus would cease, but it would not (flower becomes bud - other's water still flows). The important part of this concept, is to be critical of the person who wants you to be dissatisfied.  

Cosmos Peractus is written on and around the flower that is in full bloom without water pouring. This represents the only state of awareness you need with your body. Only listen to the person seeking your fulfillment (eye without water looking at blossomed flower), our most beautiful state is in full nourishment (blossomed), and when nourished the body is capable of pure magic (sparkles). 

"MY BODY IS A CAGE" "WE EXIST" BY ARCADE FIRE

LOSS

There are people who become fixtures in our lives. As much as they bring us beauty (light beams), we rely on them to block out cold, cold reality (barren).

If we could see what the connection was comprised of, we'd see that we stopped getting to know the person long ago (static). We have a somewhat solid conception of who we think they are (cluttered cloud) and a very specific way of interacting (dynamic purple circle). 

Much of their preciousness to us, is a connection to earlier memories (recordings). Beyond this, they provide a sense of security (bars) and beautiful dimensionality (different color bars). 

When we lose a loved one, we immediately refocus any frustrations (wolf) to a deep empathy for their struggles (person on cliff). Everything that person has ever experienced, suddenly strikes us - just the vastness of their lives (neutral sketches, mountains).

We dwell on how little we got to experience them in the end, and things unresolved (distorted matrix). This dwelling and pain can consume our vision of them (fills eye).

To change this storyline, we must remember how fast time moves (frog) and, in the end, all that matters is those small moments that never lose value (humming bird). Most beautifully, is the essence of who they are remains alive within us (rainbow circle, butterfly).

If we could speak to those loved ones, beyond the grave, we'd see how their perception and ours do not match up. We'd hold ourselves accountable for so much, and they would show us how we misremembered, or there was only so much we could do or say (black multi-sided shape, letters).

If we could see the reality of the mourning process (eyes crying), we'd see the pressure we put on ourselves to grieve in order to keep the memory alive (flower blossoming with tears). After so much suffering, and some letting up, we'd see the essence of that person remains in our lives regardless (water stops, flower remains open).

Cosmos Peractus rests on our most basic conception of our loved one (cluttered cloud) before the story is in motion (dynamic purple circle). This speaks to the essence of that person, being all that matters in the end. The rest is mental chatter.

"WILL YOU RETURN/WILL YOU COME DOWN" BY THE FLAMING LIPS

LOVE

As a society, our views of love are 99% about our blocks to experiencing it (block covering). Whatever does come through, does so because it counteracts the blocks we've created (light shines in block). For example, testing someone's commitment to you.

If we could put our beliefs about love under a microscope, we'd see a mess of chaos (cluttered cloud) that has been created out of a deep void (static). 

We'd see a person's mind trying to create a true vision of romantic love based on memories (recordings), but failing to do so (black and white film). Thus the mind goes on the defensive, but leaves a small opening (bars, gap).

Once in relationship, the mind seeks to define love yet again. Unfortunately, it is only trained to perceive threats of abandonment (wolf, person on cliff) because that was the focus of the child mind. 

Based on that person's development, it can be quite simple or quite maddening to neutralize all those intense fears (simple neutral imagery vs mountains). Only when the person believes they are safe (matrix created), can some crystalline love come through (pure waters).

When we do finally arrive, we learn love's simplicity. Maintain the spontaneity (frog), and give attention to the small details of your loved one's life (humming bird). Most importantly, we'd understand love as our soul's mirror and little else. Use it to heal and flourish (butterfly, rainbow layers).

From the largest perspective, we'd see a world that has developed ideas about love that are rooted in disbelief it exists (black, multi-faceted shape). The truest observation of two people falling in love (eyes looking at flower), is two people more focused on disproving its existence than actually bringing it into blossom (overwatering the flower). 

Cosmos Peractus is seen on the solitary nebula. This represents love as being sourced from our individual truth. We will not understand it by any other means. 

"I THREW IT ALL AWAY" BY BOB DYLAN

SACRIFICE

To be self-sacrificing, begins with a belief that it is, ironically, our way of being seen (block at opening). We enter a paradox of trying to straddle being unseen with the need to have an identity (static, circles on surface, circle in bars, empty in bars). 

We begin by trying to create beautiful memories for another (recording), but quickly see it goes unnoticed (black and white film). This results in tiny bits of resentment (wolf), that become more vast the more we give (person on cliff over ocean). 

The trap begins when we try to receive that gratitude by doing more and more, and our actions lose their meaning (neutral specks). It can take ages before we piece together that self-sacrifice, does just that. We sacrifice our value and become invisible to others (barely visible matrix).

Changing this storyline requires a realization that we do need to have visible needs to be recognized (frog), all loved ones need are small tender gestures (humming bird), and people can only value us as much as we value ourselves (rainbow, butterfly).

The roots of self-sacrifice, come from not being seen in childhood (black, multi-faceted shape, empty, slight coloration). If we were to observe those early interactions, we'd see someone whose life became harder whenever they had needs (two flows of water). When they stopped having needs, life remained challenging (one water flow stops), but they did feel some sense of value in doing so (flower re-blossoms).

Cosmos Peractus is on the eye (circle) amidst the neutrality. A symbol for our value having nothing to do with what we give, but who we are.

"NO GLORY IN THE WEST" BY ORVILLE PECK

POWER

Power is the strange idea that to fully experience life, and ourselves, we must have this force (block at opening, light shining through). If we were to look closer, we'd see our ideas of power being malformed and empty (circles on static). The drive (dynamic purple circle) would be understood as one formed in childhood. 

We'd see visions of power born from the stuckness we experience as children (planted flower recording). From that stuckness came defiance (black and white film pushes up). Based on the freedom we experienced from seeking this autonomy (bars opening/closing), we form an understanding of power dynamics.

Our parents become the prototypes for what power can accomplish. We look to them to see how they exert power (wolf) and how they respond to our attempts (person on cliff over water). 

Unconsciously, these power dynamics become the focus of our daily lives growing up (neutral fragments, mountains). From these we piece together our sense of surviving in the world (matrix in circle, mountains).

To reset these storylines we need to understand power, firstly, as a callous and one-dimensional idea (frog). We may get results, but we look like idiots doing so (frog). Secondly, we already have power where it counts (humming bird). If we were to evaluate what we need to experience joy, we have all the power necessary. Lastly, power is a force that should be directed at our inner worlds where it is most effective in enhancing our lives (rainbow, butterfly).

The force of power, is a collective reality that is born from ignorance and lack of empathy (black, empty, multi-faceted object). If we were to objectively observe power dynamics, all we'd see is one person feeling nourished by another's withering (two eyes watering flower).

Cosmos Peractus is the glitter floating on the water's surface. Power is just that. A sparkling distraction that allows us to avoid in-depth self-evaluation (hole).

"MONEY, POWER, GLORY" BY LANA DEL REY

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