Sunday, October 19, 2008
Third eye's perspective on a mind with two views
Resting brain signals are seldom understood. The unconscious brain's thoughts drive the conscious mind's actions. We register many a thing in the awake state, only to blissfully forget them when we need them the most. What compounds the issue is that the brain consumes energy during sleep, which, almost equals that consumed by the awake brain. This dual aspect and functioning of the brain was scientifically explained by Prof. Marcus E. Raicle in the Hoffman lecture given during the annual Science conference, 2008 at the University of Pittsburgh. His laboratory has done pioneering work on the functional MRI scanning ( glucose uptake by particular aspects of brain during sleep and active states) and found that the frontal ( that which regulates frontal and abstract thinking) and occipital( that portion of the brain that regulates vision) areas of the brain consume energy even during sleep states. The pioneering work to explain as to why the brain has to subsume so much energy is still in a nascent stage....Philosophically, this gives rise to two questions....does the sleeping visual brain consume so much to erase out the day's viewings to keep the soul unaffected by all that negativity that floats around? Does the thinking portion of the brain imbibe positivity from thought processing frontal brain in a sleeping state?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Analysis of the dream by my Father
Dear Son,
Your dream and the length of it are interesting.
The ball of fire is nothing but the fire that burns out the impurities and shows us in true and unadulterated from.
The choice between wife and father is not of much significance as the choice is between the new road of life and the old beaten road that is familiar. One gets into the new road after traversing the old road for a distance.
You have chosen for once to see the old familiar road to reassure yourself that the road still exists and saw that it really is still there.
As to the old school and the class room episode, yes, it is true that you were not speaking much for the fear of stammering but you knew all the answers and so were scoring well.Your father guiding you in such situations is quite normal and you were seeing the invisible because your daddy was and is always in your thought process but not visible to others.
Returning to Daddy is only a feel or reliving of the old times when the son looks to Daddy for support and assurance.When the son enters adolescence he tends to estimate himself more and starts disassociating with the middle aged parents, goes about finding a partner to match his energies and satisfy his inner urge.But after a decade or so when he settles into a married life and begets children he starts the father's role and starts realising the importance of the father in his life.Then he wants to tread the old path and relive the old days just to cross check if he is really doing his role well like his father. The ball of fire is an awakening in you to tell you that the new road you have chosen is nothing but an extension of the old one that has taught you the rough and smooth and to remind you that the new road also will be rough and smooth.
It is just preparing you for the parental life ahead.
All the best.
Daddy.
Your dream and the length of it are interesting.
The ball of fire is nothing but the fire that burns out the impurities and shows us in true and unadulterated from.
The choice between wife and father is not of much significance as the choice is between the new road of life and the old beaten road that is familiar. One gets into the new road after traversing the old road for a distance.
You have chosen for once to see the old familiar road to reassure yourself that the road still exists and saw that it really is still there.
As to the old school and the class room episode, yes, it is true that you were not speaking much for the fear of stammering but you knew all the answers and so were scoring well.Your father guiding you in such situations is quite normal and you were seeing the invisible because your daddy was and is always in your thought process but not visible to others.
Returning to Daddy is only a feel or reliving of the old times when the son looks to Daddy for support and assurance.When the son enters adolescence he tends to estimate himself more and starts disassociating with the middle aged parents, goes about finding a partner to match his energies and satisfy his inner urge.But after a decade or so when he settles into a married life and begets children he starts the father's role and starts realising the importance of the father in his life.Then he wants to tread the old path and relive the old days just to cross check if he is really doing his role well like his father. The ball of fire is an awakening in you to tell you that the new road you have chosen is nothing but an extension of the old one that has taught you the rough and smooth and to remind you that the new road also will be rough and smooth.
It is just preparing you for the parental life ahead.
All the best.
Daddy.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Quest for the meaning of a dream
Last night was very restive one...for once I remembered my dream...may be it was the exhaustion of staying caffeneited and uptight in the Falk library reading mundane books on Infectious diseases...or maybe the effect of the walk in the Highland park area in the chilly October air ...or for once, let me be straight forward...Yes, it could have been the effect of the tired legs not accustomed to the strain of thinking out aloud!
I was tranported to the realms of Douglas' Hitchhiker's ride to the galaxy and was placed on a ball of fire asking to choose between hitching a ride with my wife or my father. Strangely I chose to ride with my father..and after a bumpy ride, we landed somewhere in the midst of my adolescence on an known territory ( where else, but my almamater, St. Paul's High School, Hyderabad). We were again asked by the ball of fire to choose the roles we each had to play...I chose to be myself for a change and Daddy had to follow suit to be an observer. He was invisible to others and seen only by that eternal flame which guided our journey from 2008 to somewhere in 1988.
Time machines have seldom the habit of staying for us to catch up with them, but, in this case, we could choose to stay on in 1988 or fly back to our current destinations. Dad wanted to see me in his new role of observership and rightfully, I wanted to end this shoddy operation as soon as possible.
Along came the teacher who always used to harass me for being a laid back back bencher etc..( who seldom answers in the class, but who scores well in the examinations). He started to prod me to read me the verse on Panchatantra (the jackal and the drum story, which in a nut shell, talks about fear and the conquer of it by people who investigate and find out the source of fear). The stammering was about to start again, but seeing my Dad stand there in the classroom, I somehow lost my fear and recited the whole verse without any more hurdles. Dad listened to my recitation and immediatley summoned his power to quit when wanted ( remember that the ball of fire gave us those powers)...
Strangely , it took me the whole of 20 waking years ( 1998-2008)to find him waiting just where we took off...he was waiting for me to come to him. The moment I reached him, the ball of flame left and we were left standing and facing the current turmoils. After a moment's hesitation, I asked him as to why he orphaned me and left me alone in that school setting. His benevolent eyes had the answer and the response was just the same. This time he handed me a paper and walked slowly away into the setting sun with the instructions to open the paper just as the sun came out alive the next day...
Well I must have been very sleepy for these 20 years to find the waking sun already up the next day. Bright sunshine, unheard of in Pittsburgh in October was staring at me...I missed the bus again...What must have been in that paper??
I have ask my Dad for the answer...
I was tranported to the realms of Douglas' Hitchhiker's ride to the galaxy and was placed on a ball of fire asking to choose between hitching a ride with my wife or my father. Strangely I chose to ride with my father..and after a bumpy ride, we landed somewhere in the midst of my adolescence on an known territory ( where else, but my almamater, St. Paul's High School, Hyderabad). We were again asked by the ball of fire to choose the roles we each had to play...I chose to be myself for a change and Daddy had to follow suit to be an observer. He was invisible to others and seen only by that eternal flame which guided our journey from 2008 to somewhere in 1988.
Time machines have seldom the habit of staying for us to catch up with them, but, in this case, we could choose to stay on in 1988 or fly back to our current destinations. Dad wanted to see me in his new role of observership and rightfully, I wanted to end this shoddy operation as soon as possible.
Along came the teacher who always used to harass me for being a laid back back bencher etc..( who seldom answers in the class, but who scores well in the examinations). He started to prod me to read me the verse on Panchatantra (the jackal and the drum story, which in a nut shell, talks about fear and the conquer of it by people who investigate and find out the source of fear). The stammering was about to start again, but seeing my Dad stand there in the classroom, I somehow lost my fear and recited the whole verse without any more hurdles. Dad listened to my recitation and immediatley summoned his power to quit when wanted ( remember that the ball of fire gave us those powers)...
Strangely , it took me the whole of 20 waking years ( 1998-2008)to find him waiting just where we took off...he was waiting for me to come to him. The moment I reached him, the ball of flame left and we were left standing and facing the current turmoils. After a moment's hesitation, I asked him as to why he orphaned me and left me alone in that school setting. His benevolent eyes had the answer and the response was just the same. This time he handed me a paper and walked slowly away into the setting sun with the instructions to open the paper just as the sun came out alive the next day...
Well I must have been very sleepy for these 20 years to find the waking sun already up the next day. Bright sunshine, unheard of in Pittsburgh in October was staring at me...I missed the bus again...What must have been in that paper??
I have ask my Dad for the answer...
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