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If ‘life’ is viewed as a perceptible entity, then it can be understood that ‘life’ is not focussed upon the longevity of any given individual, but on the continuation of life.
Do not believe for one instant that in the grand scheme of things, you or any other person is special, or should be entitled to anything more than another. You will live a while, you will die. Perhaps you will even produce ‘mini-me’s’, but in the human experience on this mortal coil, it is what you do with your time here that matters.

No person should ever seek to gain through the pain of others. We are not entitled to believe our needs are greater than another. In doing this, one is judging the value of one person against another. It is a false measurement… an illusion.

We all live a while. We all die.
It is what you do with your time here that matters.

We all have talents… not all discover what theirs are. Some are more profound, others are not. Some are subtle, some are far from subtle! But all have the potential to improve the lives of other people. Follow your heart, find your talent, practice your talent, use your talent to lift the spirits of others.

We all live a while. We all die.
It is what you do with your time here that matters.

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It is the stuff in between things that is important.
It is not the things themselves that truly matter.
Like the intangibility of love, hate, or other emotions that holds people together, or pushes them apart.
Like the substance that Dark Matter is made of; the stuff that strings the galaxies of the universe together, that the scientists are searching for.
Like the walls of a building define and contain useful space. The walls themselves, having less useful properties.
Like the lines on a football field, and the rules of the game, they are in themselves useless, but it is what they describe that matters.
Like the timing between the notes of a piece of music, rather than the notes themselves.

It is the understanding of the relationship between things that holds more value than the things themselves.
It is the supporting framework that places things and events in the right places to create the illusion of importance of material things. But it is our relationship to those things that we really need see and perceive.

To become truly wise, seek this understanding as all things are linked by the space between them, not the things themselves.
This is what is meant by ‘all things are one’.

Now there’s an interesting thought…!

This reason that blog has the title of ‘The Colour of My Mind’ is because some years ago when I was searching for a suitable name for my book (this blog is a continuation of the book…), it dawned on me that everything I was writing about, the ideas I put forward, and the observations and the following successes and failures of those ideas, were all centred on the way that I see the world.
So, the mind that has developed within me is a continuing, developing summation of my experiences, observations, perceptions and thoughts, and so, it is a unique mind… just like yours!
To capture this, the title was chosen as a metaphor for the above, because of the obvious parallel with the question of; When I see the colour red, do you see the same colour red?
What I mean is, if I was able to experience what you experience, would I recognise the colour that you perceive as being the same as what I experience? Or is it simply that our experiences teach us that that particular visual stimulus is the same as those around us also call ‘red’?

Are you still with me…?
Good.

So, the interesting thought I just had, is based upon the fact that my sister recently had a Cochlear Implant inserted as her hearing had deteriorated so far that she could hear almost nothing.
After three weeks, the implant was turned on for the first time and she could then hear the world around her in all its glory for the time in many years.
However, there is a bit of a known hurdle to get over first for anyone going through the same experience.
The brain has to re-learn sounds!

To give a quick anatomical lesson, hearing is the ability to detect vibrations in the air (pressure waves) by way of those vibrations being captured and directed by the ‘flappy’ bit of the external ear (the bit you hang your sunglasses on) into and along the ear canal (earhole).
At the far end of the canal is the eardrum (a thin membrane of skin) and is a physical barrier that prevents water, dirt, insects, etc from reaching the inner ear.
As the sound hits it, it vibrates and transfers the pressure waves into a rapid physical movement of three tiny bones in your ear (the Ossicles – the ‘hammer’ which is attached to the eardrum, the ‘anvil’, this is what the hammer hits, and the ‘stirrup’ which looks literally like a horse rider’s stirrup. This stirrup is attached to the side of the Cochlear).
Their movements are further transferred into the Cochlear (another tiny bone that looks a bit like a snail shell and is hollow and filled with fluid) and in there becomes pressure waves again in the fluid.
So when sound travels into the ear, by way of the above action path, it makes this fluid ‘wobble’, and this wobble is picked up by tiny hairs that project from the inner walls of the Cochlear into the fluid. As it wobbles, they wobble. When they wobble an electrical signal is produced and travels along the auditory nerve to the brain.
From there the brain interprets the signals as sound.

Sooo… you might be wondering where am I going with this?
Well, as can be seen above, the brain does not get to actually hear sound. It only gets the chance to interpret electrical signals in a learned fashion.
When it comes to seeing a colour, the electrical signal that reaches the brain comes via a different mechanism, but ends as being an electrical signal that requires interpreting nonetheless.

In my sister’s case, the tiny hairs had all but disappeared, so the vibrations weren’t getting turned into electrical signals.
If I understand correctly, the Cochlear Implant is an electrode that is placed into the tiny snail-like bone (that’s bloody amazing on its own!) and the electrical signals are emitted from it for the nerve endings to pick up.
After my sister had the implant turned on, she reported that the first thing she could hear was Geese… then Ducks… but she wasn’t anywhere near a farm or wildfowl sanctuary… everything just sounded like that!!
This was the interpretation that her brain was making of the new method of receiving the electrical signals.

Shortly afterwards, her brain started making the links between what she was seeing and the sound that it was supposed to be hearing… then things started to make more sense to her conscious mind.

Personally I found this absolutely fascinating, but now I’ve just realised that her brain was deciding what those visual stimuli should actually be sounding like, based upon what it believes! …i.e. what it has previously experienced.
In other words, the sound of a glass dropping and shattering is interpreted within her brain in a certain way, and when this interpretation is communicated to her conscious mind, she recognises it as the sound of breaking glass.
It is her interpretation.
It is what it sounds like to her.
…therefore it is NOT the same as my interpretation!
It cannot be the same as what I hear!
It is only by association between the action and the stimulus that we both understand what the stimulus actually is!

So… when she sees the colour red, she does not see the same colour as what I see.
She only sees what she interprets as red.

To take this just a smidgen further… we must each see our own personal version of the world around us.
And so, what I am witness to is the same as what you witness, but my experience is different, even though the association is the same.

Utterly fascinating!!!

Traveling daily on spinning wheels of freedom,
I pass so many faces in their steel boxes,
all with the same expression of spiritual deadness
…but making me feel all the more alive!
I smile inside… not at their loss,
but because I am not them.
My mind, coming from another place,
my soul’s energy buzzing, singing, responding to the beauty of life all around,
seeing and feeling Mother Nature,
in the form of rain and wind, sunlight and smells,
bearing witness to her wrapping herself around those steel boxes,
each of them a barricade to her,
each of them individually trapping a small part of the universe,
making it false,
holding it still, unchanging, stagnating,
changing nothing, creating nothing, feeding nothing,
and with no spirit being fed,
the spirit behind those faces lies dead.

Forgetting remembrance

Yesterday was November 11th – Remembrance Day, and as always, I found myself in two minds when observing two minutes of silence in remembrance of our fallen, as I also observe so many around me for whom those two minutes pass unheeded.
I always have the thought of “Why the hell haven’t they put in the miniscule amount of effort required to make sure that they each observe Remembrance!
Remembrance always puts me in a sombre mood, but in recent years it also leaves me with a smile.

What’s the smile for?
Well, for the very fact that those who do not make the EFFORT to observe the two minutes of silence, live in a world where they can do this!
They live in a world where the sacrifices made by those who died in the hope that our futures would be safe and free (whatever that really means today…!?), has become a real future… a future where they CAN be forgotten.

I think that if I had fought and died, I would have been happy that my children’s children and their grand-children could forget about my sacrifice if they were living in a world better than, for example, the one the Third Reich was trying to generate.
It would mean that my death had not been in vain.

Perhaps the forgetting to remember is actually an indication of a good thing… but I, for one, shall never forget.

There is a friend of mine (not yet 40 years old) that is currently fighting the battle of her life against a rare and aggressive form of cancer.
In doing so, she is proving to be one of life’s special people in that she has instinctively turned to face it head on and obviously has no intention of backing down!

I haven’t seen her for over 20 years, but through the wonders of Facebook, have fairly recently got back in contact… even though she is now the other side of the world!
In her own inimitable fashion, she feeds her Facebook friends with regular updates on her condition and progress, and in doing so has revealed her true colours… and incredible colours they are!
As much as it was nice to get back in contact with her, I’m am now so glad that I did as she is proving to be the sort of person I admire the most – she has what I consider to be a warrior nature – a willingness to fight for what is right, with an unremitting strength of spirit that simply doesn’t know how to give up! – and I now feel honoured to know her.

So many of her friends regularly reply to her updates by saying how amazing she is, how inspirational, and what a fantastic attitude she has toward beating the illness.
One of her replies was to say thanks for the comments, but really she’s just getting on with it, that there’s nothing special about her, and that anyone would be able to do it.

But that’s just it, isn’t it.
She is the only one in the wrong position to see what’s see’s doing. She is the only one inside the cocoon of the illness, all others are outside looking in. I don’t think she realises what this illness has brought out in her. Inversely to the debilitating effect of the cancer and the treatments, it has made her shine so brightly that her positivity is almost blinding. It is truly awe-inspiring.
If she was right that anyone could do it, then people wouldn’t react in less positive ways than she is, people wouldn’t give up, everyone would have that ability to soldier on regardless… but her friends are seeing something different to the norm, they are seeing something greater… and that, of course, is what they are astounded by.
She has unwittingly become a leader to her friends, a leader by example, an inspiring person, and one that makes the greatest of leaders.

At the risk of losing the last remnants of my manliness, I’ll admit to being in tears as I type this, but not through sadness of her suffering, emotional weakness of my own, or any other such anti-masculine reason, but through some kind of resonance I feel that makes me smile and feel so alive and good when I encounter people like this lady, and hear of their experiences that to me, epitomise the very essence of life.

No matter what;, today is a good day… some other days may be even better, but rain or shine, if I’m breathing, then every day is a good day!

I hope that if I ever have to fight a big battle that could cost me my life, that I’ll be able to show the same strength of character as my friend… and I hope I can be even partially as inspirational as her.

Between now and your death, or between now and the time where you can no longer do the things that enhance your enjoyment of life; what are you going to do with your time?
Do you really want to continue sitting at that desk for all your future working years punching away at the keyboard?
…or surfing the internet for nothing in particular in the evenings… just filling time?
…or going to the gym to keep fit… but without definable purpose or reason… just to fit in?
Perhaps you are faintly aware of your life years, months , weeks, minutes and seconds gradually ticking away from you, never to return. Each one you only get once… or as Dan Millman wrote ‘There are no ordinary moments.’ …each second, and the events within are special. They occur only once!
Do you feel trapped by your circumstances?  …are you what is meant by Erwan Le Corre’s ‘Zoo humans’?

Recently, here in Bristol, UK, was a beautiful spring day. I went out at dinnertime and so nearly didn’t go back into the office…
It was moments like that eighteen months ago that made me awaken to the fact that I am in the wrong job; that I must change career.
Those changes are now well underway, but I am still painfully aware of my life seconds slipping away. I might be getting paid for my time, but money can never pay for the time passed, it is only a token gesture.

I believe a person, any person, YOU! – should aim towards those things that draw your attention; those things that interests you; that which makes you smile; that which makes you feel good inside; the events of life that make you go ‘Wowww!’ with eyes wide, or make you cry with joy, or pleasure, or compassion, or empathy… it is those indicators that you should be looking for, as when they occur, that is the universe telling you what you should be doing with your time here on Earth… some will say that it is God talking to you… others will use other explanations, but all will agree that it is that feeling that is telling you what you were made for!
…just as a tuning fork will start to ring when the same pitch of sound is placed near it… your spirit will start to resonate when you are near those things that are in tune with you. It is that attraction to things that shows you the starting point of your intended path of life – it literally feels right!

So sit for a while, think about what it is that makes you feel this way.
Write down those events that you have enjoyed and wished they would never end… a bit like a bucket list! (…you do have one of those don’t you…? I hope so…)
Try and find the common denominator within these times.
Now comes the hard bit… now you need to look to find a role in life that would repeatedly give you that feeling again!

Now, go sit and think! …good luck.

It is the stuff in between things that is important; the stuff that truly matters.
Not the things in the middle, bounded and described by the space around them.
Like the substance that Dark Matter is made of; the stuff that strings the galaxies of the universe together, and keeps the stars circling forever,
…the essence of which the scientists are searching for.
Like the way that the walls of a building define and contain useful space. The walls themselves, having less useful properties.
Like the lines on a football field, and the rules of the game, they are in themselves useless, but it is what they describe that matters.
Like the timing between the notes in a piece of music, rather than the notes themselves.
Like the intangibility of love, and hate, and the other emotions; the stuff that holds people together, or pushes them apart.

It is the understanding of the relationship between things that holds more value than the things themselves.
It is here that the supporting framework is found; the framework that places things and events in the right places, and creates the illusion of the importance of material things.
But it is our relationship to those things that we really need see and perceive… the gap between us and it.

To become truly wise, one should seek this understanding, as all things are linked by the space between them, not the things themselves.
This is what is meant by ‘all things are one’.

It is, with mixed feelings, that I join in with the annual two minutes of remembrance for the fallen.
Not mixed as to whether it is something I should or shouldn’t do, but feelings that arise when witnessing during those two minutes, the amount of people that cannot be bothered to inconvenience themselves for just two minutes a year!
If they say that they forgot, then that is simply not acceptable. All it takes is to set an alarm!

However, that aside, the mixed feelings come from the respect I hold for those who gave, and those serving today that have placed themselves in a position where they are willing to give their lives for the protection of our current (mostly) free lifestyles… and the fact that people are forgetting.
It is very good that there are huge numbers that do not forget. But I can’t help but wonder if equally, it is good that it is fading from the collective memory so that many do forget to remember.
By this I mean that the lifestyle we can lead now is partially (maybe more than we realise) as a result of those gave their lives, and because we can forget, means that they were successful in their aim; to fight for the freedom that they wished for their children and grandchildren – us!

Ask yourself a question: if it had been you, would you prefer that they forever remembered that you failed in your task to save the future; or would you prefer that the world they lived in was good enough to be able to forget your sacrifice?

The rate of the passing of time is something that we decide for ourselves.
How we choose to perceive the passing of time is entirely dependant upon the way we choose to view the events of the moment.
A child waiting for a bus will entertain themself my spinning around, singing songs, watching raindrops run down the bus shelter… generally just finding a way to enjoy themselves.
Suddenly the bus is there, and that moment finishes and the next begins.
Meanwhile, their parents are simply standing there waiting for the bus. Afraid to be like the child and have fun with the simple things… because of what others might think.
The passing of time goes so much slower for them. They are not involved in the moment, they are only waiting for the bus.
The child climbs on the bus and always wants to go on the upper deck… it’s more exciting! They see things from a new vantage point, a new way of seeing things that they are already used to.
The parent moans “Oh, do we have to? We’re only going to have to walk down the steps again…?”
They are blind to the fun that can be had.

How do we stop this from happening to us?
We must try every moment of every day to find that which is amusing, entrancing, bewitching, unusual, entertaining, heart-string tugging… anything at all that make you smile, or cry with joy, or stare open-mouthed in wonder…
As I type I am travelling on a train through the rain. I find it amusing how the stretched raindrops on the window look like little tadpoles wriggling horizontally back along the train, then suddenly a patch of blue sky shows through the dull grey low clouds. Life at over 100 miles per hour is different to what I usually experience. The speed of movement gives a greater appreciation of depth within the layers of cloud, it creates the wriggling tadpole raindrops. Oh! I just saw a radio telescope I’ve never seen before, just north of Cheltenham… It’s pointing straight up. I wonder what they’re looking at…

This is where the wonder of the internet comes in. It allows me to quickly find out about something new; a little extra knowledge enriches my life further.
Surely this is what the internet should be for… not for filling time with nothing better to do, but for enriching lives with knowledge and understanding.

Don’t just look at things, look a little more closely, see what’s different to what you usually see, use the internet to find out more, build a greater knowledge and understanding of the world around you… enrich your life any way you can… build a greater experience of living… never grow old and bored… there is fun to be had everywhere!