Rest of Life I Ching Consultation – 24-4-26

After a long while not asking the oracle I have done so today. It arrives near the end of a lab book / journal.

“Please comment on what I MAY do with the rest of this life…”

With no changing lines…


13. T’ung Jên / Fellowship with Men

above CH’IEN THE CREATIVE, HEAVEN
below LI THE CLINGING, FLAME

The image of the upper trigram Ch’ien is heaven, and that of the lower, Li, is flame. It is the nature of fire to flame up to the heaven. This gives the idea of fellowship. It is the second line that, by virtue of its central character, unites the five strong lines around it. This hexagram forms a complement to Shih, THE ARMY 7. In the latter, danger is within and obedience without–the character of a warlike army, which, in order to hold together, needs one strong man among the many who are weak. Here, clarity is within and strength without–the character of a peaceful union of men, which, in order to hold together, needs one yielding nature among many firm persons.

THE JUDGMENT

FELLOWSHIP WITH MEN in the open.

Success.
It furthers one to cross the great water.
The perseverance of the superior man furthers.

True fellowship among men must be based upon a concern that is universal. It is not the private interests of the individual that create lasting fellowship among men, but rather the goals of humanity. That is why it is said that fellowship with men in the open succeeds. If unity of this kind prevails, even difficult and dangerous tasks, such as crossing the great water, can be accomplished. But in order to bring about this sort of fellowship, a persevering and enlightened leader is needed–a man with clear, convincing, and inspiring aims and the strength to carry them out. (The inner trigram means clarity; the outer, strength.)

THE IMAGE

Heaven together with fire:

The image of FELLOWSHIP WITH MEN.
Thus the superior man organizes the clans
And makes distinctions between things.

Heaven has the same direction of movement as fire, yet it is different from fire. Just as the luminaries in the sky serve for the systematic division and arrangement of time, so human society and all things that really belong together must be organically arranged. Fellowship should not be a mere mingling of individuals or of things–that would be chaos, not fellowship. If fellowship is to lead to order, there must be organization within diversity.


13 T’ong Jen / Communauté avec les hommes


En haut K’ien : Le Créateur.
En bas Li : Ce qui s’attache, le Feu.

L’image du trigramme supérieur, K’ien, est le ciel, et celle du trigramme inférieur, Li, est la flamme. La nature du feu est de s’élever en flamboyant vers le ciel. Ainsi est évoquée l’idée de communauté. C’est le second trait qui, grâce à sa nature centrale, réunit autour de lui les cinq lignes fortes. Cet hexagramme est l’opposé du 7, « l’armée ». Là, péril au-dedans et obéissance au-dehors caractérisent la nature d’une armée martiale qui a besoin, pour être maintenue unie, de l’unique trait fort au milieu des traits faibles. Ici, clarté au-dedans et force au-dehors caractérisent la nature de l’union pacifique des hommes, qui a besoin, pour être maintenue, de l’unique trait faible parmi la multiplicité des traits forts.

Le Jugement

COMMUNAUTÉ AVEC LES HOMMES au grand jour.
Succès.
Il est avantageux de traverser les grandes eaux.
Avantageuse est la persévérance de l’homme noble.

La vraie communauté avec les hommes doit s’établir sur la base d’un intérêt cosmique. Ce ne sont pas les objectifs égoïstes du moi, mais des desseins concernant l’humanité qui produisent une communauté durable entre les hommes. C’est pourquoi il est dit : « Communauté avec les hommes au grand jour obtient du succès.  » Lorsque règne une pareille concorde, des entreprises difficiles et dangereuses comme de traverser les grandes eaux peuvent être menées à bien. Toutefois, pour réaliser une telle communauté, on a besoin d’un guide persévérant et éclairé dont les buts sont lumineux et suscitent l’enthousiasme, et qui sait les poursuivre avec force. (Le trigramme intérieur a le sens de clarté, le trigramme extérieur, celui de force. )

L’Image

Le ciel uni au feu :
Image de la COMMUNAUTÉ AVEC LES HOMMES.
Ainsi l’homme noble réalise la division en familles, et établit des distinctions entre les choses.

Le ciel se meut dans la même direction que le feu et cependant il en est distinct. De même que les corps lumineux dans le ciel servent à la division et à la répartition du temps, la communauté humaine et toutes les choses qui s’y rapportent véritablement doivent être réparties organiquement. La communauté ne sera pas un mélange des individus nu des choses – ce serait un chaos, non une communauté -, mais, pour que l’ordre s’établisse, elle requiert une multiplicité organisée.

When you know there is no point…

Yesterday I sat in the office of a nice younger woman who was doing a pre-operative anaesthesia check, to ascertain if I was medically fit to have my operation in a few weeks time. She was very professional. As I knew from the data I had, I was fit. But they, quite rightly, have the yes/no decision.

I mentioned that I had some problems sleeping after my last operation and she suggested it was about anxiety which it wasn’t. She also said that there is not much they can do. Which is most likely true. In the grand scheme of things it is no big deal. I’ll take the small hit of a couple of weeks discomfort for months of being able to walk more freely and with much reduced pain. It is not a complicated equation to solve.

At that point I realized that the was no point in trying to engage her, or any other medical professional for that matter, about some of the phenomena I have had around anaesthesia. They just want to reassure you so they can slice and dice. They think you are anxious and need a comforting, “there, there, never mind, don’t you worry”.

Bashing your head against a brick wall is not entirely wise.

Every time I have tried to engage one of them in discussion it has been ignored or deflected. In my case this has the opposite effect of reassurance. I calculate that I will have to take a risk with them being wholly ignorant of what advanced “off the map” meditation does. It is beyond their expertise and they do not want to cede expertise and control.

Maybe they do know better than me…

The last time I had anaesthesia my waking dream in recovery was this:

Tibetan Temple Dream click here.

When I had the cancerous piece of colon out I had an out of body experience / dream of me looking down at the operating theatre. There was a feeling afterward of something not being mentioned.

I have no real option. If I want to have the operation I have to take the calculated risk of some other phenomenon inexplicable to modern science.

There are things which are beyond current medical school…I reckon…

What will transpire next time??

We shall see…

Sometimes you know there is no point in trying to broach a subject…

Job in Tristan da Cunha, South Atlantic, TDCU 1ZZ

In 2016 I applied for a job as “Education Adviser” on Tristan da Cunha. They never got back to me.

Back then it might have worked but I was only six months after the removal of a stage 3 colon cancer. So it was a bit unicorn jockey to apply. I reckon we would have made quite a difference to life on the island.

But now I cannot get a professional qualification from the Royal Society of Chemistry {RSC} or the Institute of Physics {IOP} because I have no recent work experience or any referees. My Ph.D. supervisor was for a while president of RSC.

In reality I will have forgotten a major part of what I once knew. There will be some eclectic things left. I am unqualified. My degrees are around forty years old. No person aged around 40 at the height of their powers would give me the time of day in a technology sense. Getting a high technology job aged 61 is probably completely impossible for me.


What you don’t use you lose.


That is a property of knowledge, if it is not used, practised and kept up to date, it quickly ossifies and turns to dust. Some of it might be salvageable, the bulk not.

I have personal experience of this. To rebuild a level held before is not easy. You also question it, question what you once held to be true and accurate. You no longer buy the proofs. When you are not trying to pass exams, you look at things differently and with more scepticism.

One could argue that knowledge dies out because there is no need for it, there is no call for it. It simply fades away as a natural process. Maybe it might be re-discovered again, maybe not. Knowledge can be age appropriate, who needs to navigate by the stars when we have GPS. In our age many of the arts and sciences of before no longer have a place. They die out and the Elves head off into the West as the time of man entrenches itself. There may be a bright flicker before the candle is finally extinguished. But when the time has come, it has come.

Now the Great God of science has slayed the dragon of many an illogical craft. With its arguments and its spreadsheets it has laid waste to the subtle and diaphanous. If there is not six sigma it must die at the end of the sharpened lance of reason, bleeding out in a puddle of severed arteries. The harsh neo-fascist architecture of enforced realism clothes the world in a grey digital desert of binary or hexadecimal sameness. Thank God we can now, at last, all become safe AI-clones marching to the tune of Nvidia driven bliss. Blessed be the high K dielectric!!

We are so wasteful. We discard so very much. If our immediacy is not sated we lose interest. If we cannot count it or graph it, it has no worth. If we cannot sell advertising of the back of it, bin it.

If the Delphic oracle of Google does not recommend it in examining the entrails of the internet, we will never hear of it again.

Maybe after I get my hip fixed I might inquire of Tristan da Cunha again. It is the kind of place where I might belong…

Pick a Narrative…

When we retell events to others there is often a tendency to select a narrative from the many available which casts  us in what we imagine to be the best light. Others may perceive “best light” in an entirely different manner. For example some might perceive being pushy and ambitious as good, others may see this as frightful and gauche.

We may not be overly concerned about narrative accuracy and we will present things in a manner which errs towards the best PR for us. We may deliberately obfuscate and stretch the “truth” well past its elastic limit.

The trouble is once a narrative is “out there” we may be held to it and judged by how well observables, past and subsequent,  fit the narrative. We may try to cling to a narrative long past its applicability and credibility. In a hole, so to speak, we may continue to dig.

That is to say that everyone bullshits to a greater or lesser extent.

Narratives however can have real world impacts, some of which can never be undone. They can badly affect people’s lives. A falsehood can skew a life and when uncovered cause a massive calamity. DNA testing has undone many a porky-pie.

In selecting a narrative to believe you effect outcome.

For example what you choose to believe about me will have a large impact on how you interact with me and this blog.

If I am a nutjob then this blog may offer mild amusement and the implication ends there.

If I am not a nutjob there may be other implications and consequences.

Which narrative we choose to believe and act upon is perhaps more important than we think. We cannot undo our choices. The consequence trajectories and bifurcations are set in motion. Some of which might snowball, others may fizzle out.

People may not consider fully nor show discernment. They are most likely to believe a narrative which seems to offer them self-advancement. There are quite a few Trump sycophants who have not had the sustained advancement they might have been seeking.

To whom you hitch your wagon may have longer term implications.

I enjoy kicking around various narratives, various framings, of how I find myself here without being specific about which one holds most true or is operative for me. My days of offering a lead to people are long since passed.

It is up to people to make their own minds up. People like shiny things which can dull with age and oxidation. The short-cut, the quick route, may end up being a dead end.

I am not a sucker for the short-term shiny glitz. Some people are.

Tomorrow I have a pre-operation visit at the local hospital. They have asked me to fill out a poorly thought through questionnaire. I have a ticked a few boxes and they will develop a narrative which may go into a quality control report at some stage. Some geezers will sit around a table and discuss a pie-chart or graph. An improvement narrative will be written up in a quarterly report.  It will be published and circulated.

But nobody will really have any idea about what I am thinking or how I view the process.

Why would they care when they have an Excel spreadsheet to discuss ?

That narrative will be developed irrespective of me.

We can develop narratives while being largely oblivious and imagine ourselves expert…

Pick a narrative, any narrative, spin the wheel and see where the ball lands…

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Mesdames, Messieurs, faites vos jeux !!

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We imagine our certainty to be way more certain and accurate than it is or can be…

We all like a punt from time to time…

Pharma – Patents – Lasers Dream 21-04-2026

Here is last night’s dream which has bugger all to do with our day to day life.

The dream starts with me talking with Simon about some pharma related drug discovery patents and that how they are written to include just about every possible variation of a functional group attached to a molecule. He notes that both  he and Chris were organic chemists and worked towards drug discovery. He wonders what has happened to Chris who was for a while in a drug discovery start-up. I say that I have not seen him for a while but will look him up. I say to Simon that I used the Glaxo drug discovery training game in some of my team development courses.

He shows me a patent application which is currently at the A1 stage concerning a new drug therapy and methodology. He says that to his eyes it is the most novel patent application he has seen for a while.

The scene changes and I am walking on a small beach in a rocky /sandy cove by the sea. I am with Chris. We can hear the waves. We are discussing his time as a drug discovery lead at a small start-up. He says that it is funny that all three of us were involved in intellectual property in  some way. He says that he misses it a bit and still scans the news of recent developments. He says that he was involved in several drug patents. I say to him that I had thought about writing a novel with a drug discovery theme. With a bit of research and fleshing out I could easily have a first concept idea. We laugh. The business is cruel with lay-offs timed to the drug discovery cycles

Next together with Simon we are outside a run-down research facility behind a wire fence. It is a bit derelict, a shadow of former glory. We go in to investigate in a Scooby-doo like manner. We pass what was the entrance foyer and go into some portioned off offices / laboratories. We go through a shower room and toilets. Vandals have spray paint tagged. It is a bit of a shit tip.

We turn the corner and I see a young dark haired woman in a white lab coat disappear through some orange plastic curtains hanging down in foot thick pieces from the ceiling. They are the sort of curtains which separate loading bays. We follow her in. I can hear a sub hertz laser firing every few seconds.

We go through another set of boundary curtains into an air-conditioned lab with a huge optical table in. The light from the table is being fed into a clean operating theatre style room where some medical procedures are being tested. We understand that it is some new optical based pharmacology research.

I explain to Simon and Chris that the laser set-up is over complicated for real-world use. It has a waveguide continuum generation stage for white light and various amplification stages. There are pulse shape chirping stages and both spectral and temporal pulse shape monitoring side arms. Whoever is using it wants to know what the light looks like at all stages. Were it to become commercial the laser side could be stripped back significantly. It would have to be made medic friendly. As we are discussing a man in a white coat with a medical blue scrubs style hat, comes in.

Simon says that they are trying to get a patent for this particular form of photo-pharmacology. We wonder what the target molecules are.

In the dream I know that if I want peace from all things technology based and outside interest I should let my current patent lapse. That way people will lose interest in me. They will be free to use the idea therein and leave me alone. Under no circumstance should I try to make any more patent applications.

The dream ends.

Layers of Understanding

The first thing to say is that a model is just a model which may or may not help understanding and allow predictivity. It is NOT the truth. People often in laziness forget this.


To demonstrate at a simple level layers of understanding I will first refer to myself.

When I was young I was always losing lots of marks in my school work because of my untidy handwriting and shit drawing / diagrams. The text may have been illegible but the content was sound. In religious education I rarely got above half marks because my drawing of various bearded biblical figures was poor and I was marked down. I was often near bottom of the class. I was told I had very scruffy poor handwriting. I was thick.

A little later when maths went beyond arithmetic and into geometry and topology I became interested and started to do better. Once science needed thought instead of parrot brain I started to do better and stopped seeing myself as thick. I remained convinced I was shit at diagrams and chose not to do biology because I had been marked down for shit art and sketches. This ruled out medicine as a degree choice.

A while back I got married and the wife said that I stacked the cutlery draw gammy or left handed. It soon became apparent that for the things I taught myself I adopted a left handed method.

It seems then that because I was forced to be right handed I lacked self-confidence and did not believe in myself. That changed the direction of my life {by extrapolation}.

A simple thing changed my whole narrative of school and life. A layer of my understanding about myself was shown wrong and thence discarded. I now notice lefties everywhere. I still do quite a bit right-handed but can do fine motor control stuff left handed too.

My understanding of self was damaged by a choice someone else made and with which I was forced to comply by societal conditioning.

A simple layer of understanding and compliance to a model affected my outlook and world view.  A layer once removed invalidated an entire narrative.

Had I been raised left-handed who knows?

We indoctrinate our children.

How we construct our “world” begins at home.  In many cases we inflict our notions of God onto our children and they must obey, to an extent. That social-conditioning sets in and concretizes into prejudices very quickly. I recently saw a picture of an orthodox Jew and five tiny children face pressed up against the wailing wall. Therein goes the continuance of strife in the Middle East I thought. From a young age they were being trained and indoctrinated into a centuries old interpersonal chasm of ill feeling and blood. There is only one way and that is the way it has been for centuries. They have a layer of understanding, so solid, so fixed, being laid upon them. What chance have they of seeing through or past that layer? Not much. The lens built from infancy does not allow a wide ranging and accurate picture. It is coloured from early on.

Such indoctrination happens across all cultures in a culture specific manner and to varying degrees. It presents an opacity of view from the get-go.

We all have filters, layers, through which we view the world. We all have colouration and aberrations.

We ourselves are indoctrinated.

It is a logical follow on that if we can indoctrinate our children then we ourselves might be indoctrinated despite what we may believe to the contrary. We may not accept that we are indoctrinated and mistake our layers for truth and accuracy rather than the prejudice they are. We are sure under the veil of our social-conditioning that we are right. We can be evangelical about spreading our own indoctrination.  We want everyone else to share our illusory layer through which we assemble the world, or rather our notion of it.

We may pass on the indoctrination of our parents onto our children, the sins of the fathers are visited on the sons. Your reality has been to an extent passed on to you.

Until we can accept, at least as a working hypothesis, that we are indoctrinated and therefore prejudiced, there is not a lot we can do to evolve. If we deny our indoctrination we cannot get past it. It is a form of cult-like conditioning to which nearly all of humanity is subject.

Beyond social-conditioning there are other perceptions.

Other ways of assembling the world are possible.

If you think that the hamster-wheel greasy-pole reality is the be all and end all. That is a world you create for yourself in your “mind”. That is your current version of reality. It may not occur that there are a whole set of other “worlds” out there. It stands to reason that if you can create that world you might be able to create others. You will never know unless you try.

Getting rid of social-conditioning is difficult though not impossible.

In order to do this you need to fully accept that social-conditioning limits you profoundly and work at unpicking this element by element. An example is fear of missing out, FOMO. If you do miss out on a social event of piece of gossip the entire universe does not implode. Which is hard to believe given how FOMO driven some are.

The first layer of understanding is that you are a socially conditioned being with near Pavlovian defensive reactions to anything which even slightly questions your version of how things are and the status quo.

In order to achieve liberation you need to move well beyond the socially conditioned bullshit which you have in your head. Very little of which has any reality.

Your entire narrative of life is based in social conditioning.

This is not easy to accept for most…pretty much all you talk about is based heavily in this social conditioning. Through your words you make your “world” and reinforce it by repetitive mantra magic. You do this every single day of your life.

Unless you stop you will tell the same story all the way to the crematorium…you will begin your next life in a broadly similar manner….

To be continued…