Homo Avatarius: ( Your Consciousness is an Alien ) (12 page)

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Since the 1920s,” Einstein said, “I have sought a theory that can explain everything, but I’m really not interested in this stuff. Just like quantum theory, it’s nonsense. Please forgive my bluntness, but soon, you and others like you, I mean to say, those who deal with quantum theory, will learn how wrong these ideas are.”

I scoffed at his dismissal. “You haven’t produced a single thing since 1917,” I said. “You don’t have a single constructive activity except being against the war. Don’t you feel that you’re struggling down a blind alley?” I asked, now growing aggressive.

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I just act in accordance with my own personal thoughts and actions,” he said, his hands trembling and his own voice growing louder. “I think I have the right to do that, with what I’ve accomplished.”

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What if you find that your theories don’t work because you didn’t understand them correctly? The quantum theory you don’t understand could make sense with the right missing data. We thought no other galaxy existed except the one we live in until 1923, but we’ve found now that hundreds, thousands, and even billions of them are out there. Your studies in physics could be as insufficient and incorrect as the quanta determined from that single galaxy.”

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The laws of physics cannot be changed,” he said.

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You can never know what is beyond the thing you can’t measure or perceive. What if whatever you perceive and observe now is only 5% of what really exists?”

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So all this around us is only 5%? What is your point with these extreme examples?”

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Take an elephant,” I said. “If all we can see it one of its nails, how can we understand that it’s alive and can breed. How can we know the existence and function of its intestines, much less produce theories about it? From our limited data we would deduce that the elephant’s body was formed of nail tissue, and, when if we developed our theories and formulas in that direction, we of course would be proven wrong.”

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Your logic is correct, but is awareness of the total from such a small amount even possible?” Einstein asked.

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The emergence of a new energy form would lead us to that conclusion. We would then understand that there might be many substances and energies we can’t perceive that would change the rules we now obey. Then you may even understand why we can’t pin down some formulas.”

The assistant cleared his throat and tapped his clipboard with his pen. He had finished his job. Einstein was impatient to leave as well.

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Dr. Reich, if different life and energy forms are discovered in the future, I might think something of what you’ve said. If these findings are as you say 95% over what we know now, then I would, of course, believe you unconditionally.”

With that, he and his circus of reporters left the lab.

Days later, a letter arrived telling me that the assistant’s measurements had confirmed some of my data. This was hastily followed by another letter telling me that they’d made a mistake.

I never saw or heard from Einstein again. When he died in 1955, he was still hopelessly working on “the theory of everything.”

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1920, Vienna

Wilhelm Reich/Sigmund Freud

Only time is needed to overcome such pain. Not knowing how long it would take to recover, I went on with my life. I became busy with school and classes and began to rejoin the crowds. I began to attend the psychiatry meetings on Wednesdays and listen to Dr. Freud’s lectures.

After one of those evening talks, as everybody left the hall and Dr. Freud organized his papers, I waited in my seat for him to finish. After humoring those who gathered around him with their meaningless questions, the room finally emptied and Dr. Freud looked up at me, a lone student seated in an empty hall. Nodding slightly at me, he headed toward me, and I stood up in excitement.

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You’ve been attending these meetings pretty regularly.”

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Yes, sir. It’s an honor for me that you’ve noticed me and a relief that you’re still talking to me after my attitude that night…”

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Love is a disease, and getting angry at the symptoms is only cruel to the patient. However, if you had hit my head with a chair, I might be angrier.” He smiled, and added, “If you have time, I’d like to buy you a drink.”

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We sat at one of the back tables in a crowded cafe close to the meeting hall. Dr. Freud smoked his cigar and took small sips from his glass of cognac. I sat opposite him, not drinking my coffee, and playing with the cookie next to the cup.

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So tell me, young man,” he said after a small cough.

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What can I tell you that you don’t know or can’t guess? The girl used me, ran away from the hospital, and dumped me. I went through hard times, but I have finally accepted it and come back to my life, as you can see.” My speech was followed by a long silence. And then I added, “I feel like an idiot!”

Smiling a little, he took a big puff from his cigar and let the smoke out.

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You have plenty of time to correct your mistakes,” he said.

I took a big sip from the cold coffee and was about to take a bite from the cookie but changed my mind. I wanted to talk.

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Sir, I’ve been following psychiatry and your work with much admiration, and, if you let me, I’d like to be your assistant.”

Freud regarded me for a moment.

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Why not?” he said. “I don’t usually pass up the opportunity to help young, intelligent people and gain the advantage of their different points of view.” After showing the waiter his almost empty glass, he continued talking. “I’m always in need of bright questions.”

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I have a question for you now,” I said as I watched the waiter fill his glass.

Freud took a sip and gestured for me to go on.

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Is it possible that consciousness doesn’t belong to the human body,” I asked, “that maybe another life form arrived in that organism later?”

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A very different question. You’ve surpassed my expectations, Mr. Reich. A very different approach. Can you go on?” he asked. Through the dense smoke of his cigar, I saw he had an excited sparkle in his eye now.

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Babies are just the physical offspring of humans until they have their first memory,” I started. “They can’t be separated from the offspring of an animal with their primitive and instinctive behavior. It is only after they gain consciousness and a sense of belonging that they distinguish themselves from the animal world.”

He thoughtfully nodded his head. My idea had been confirmed.

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When babies are mature enough to shoulder the load,” I went on “the living form called consciousness—in this hypothesis, a parasite which can’t survive alone on Earth—comes and settles inside the human offspring. Imagine, for example, another living organism settling inside a snail shell. When we looked at the being from the outside, we would still perceive that it was a snail. However, the snail would now have something affecting its behavior from the outside, and we wouldn’t find its behavior logical. It would fall out of the pattern of normal snail behavior. In the same way, between infancy and early adulthood, this living organism, called consciousness, comes from outside and dominates the human body and begins to lead it. Meanwhile, there occurs a period of imbalance between ‘the primitive offspring of humans’ and the full integration of consciousness.”

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Is this the reason for the incoherent behavior of little children?” Dr. Feud asked. “For example, the child scratches the wall, draws a picture, and, when asked, he tries to explain it by saying, ‘I didn’t draw it.’ And we wonder if the child blames someone else to get rid of the responsibility.”

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I haven’t thought it out in detail, Dr. Freud, but, if it’s like that, then who says, ‘I didn’t scratch the wall’? The primitive human or the organism called ‘consciousness’ that’s trying to control the body?”

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According to your thesis,” Dr. Freud continued, “If humans are the living beings who constitute the shell, then the one who gets in touch with us, the one who captures us and puts something different inside, the one who gives us our explanations is the organism called ‘consciousness.’”

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Yes, yes, it has to be, if we follow the logic, but it also survives by going inside the human, because it can’t exist if we know it’s there. This explains why we don’t know how to completely control the body we’re in. We can’t decide on how fast our heart beats, how our intestines must work, and how much our nails must grow. Except for inside our head, we never have the sense of belonging in any part of our body.

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We receive signals from outside, collect data in our brain via nerve cables and electrical signals, and we make decisions according to that data. But when we touch fire, we never know what part of the cells on the tip of our finger are damaged or which mechanism the tissue there uses to protect itself.

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Our consciousness receives only a signal of that pain so that it’s aware of it. The management of all the cells that bring help, and of the other systems that pull the hand back in order that it not get burned more, are all under the rule of ‘the primitive human/shell.’ Whereas the organism called ‘consciousness,’ ‘parasite,’ or ‘saprophyte’ never gets damaged.”

I took another sip of coffee as I waited for Freud to respond.

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It’s an open-ended argument, my young friend,” he said. “By this logic, all mental illnesses are caused because the organism called ‘consciousness’ is losing its dominance and the primitive human is trying to express its existence.”

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That’s one of the possibilities, Dr. Freud. In dreams, consciousness is either tired or is busy repairing things. It withdraws because it has to be somewhere else and thus gives way to the primitive human shell. When it’s back, it just browses through the records that it hasn’t used during the dream.”

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So we only become human in our dreams, and at other times, we are another organism called ‘consciousness,’” Freud added thoughtfully.

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Only a living form called ‘consciousness’ that can think, interpret, create, remember, and make plans. The only thing that separates a human from a monkey and causes us to be different is that monkeys can’t be invaded and managed by consciousness, while we, whoever ‘we’ are, are suitable for it.”

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And when we die?” Freud asked.

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The empty human shell stays; the organism called ‘consciousness’ leaves.”

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Interesting, really interesting, my young friend. But I must confess, the possibility of changing everything based on a single premise scares me. My biggest fear is the possibility that it could be real, and, on that basis, we’ll never know what that means because we can’t go outside of the system.”

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It is like a fish that realizes the existence of water only when it comes out of it,” I offered. “If everyone around us has been captured and managed by the organism called ‘consciousness,’ how can we recognize the difference? With whom can we compare it so that we can understand?”

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Actually, it’s impossible to prove or disprove its accuracy, isn’t it, young man?”

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I suppose so.”

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Shadow theory

Quanta is the shadow of reality perceived by our brain. Just as we can see the shadow of a biker who cycles in front of the sun before he makes his appearance, in quantum theory, we can see the results before the truth appears.

Physically, we live between reality and the “quantum shadow” that lies ahead. When our brain gives meaning to the probability of that “shadow” of quantum physics, the probabilities become reality and the shadow is perceived as “the present.”

When our brain looks ahead (at the future), it sees the same shadow, although the edges are blurred and indistinct. What we call the future is actually something that is obvious, but our brain can’t describe it yet.

Our brain only has the capacity or tendency to perceive shadows by looking back into the past, so it only “remembers” reality that has already been lived through. In other words, our memories.

If something casts a shadow, it means that thing still exists. We can neither see nor remember the thing that isn’t there. So if we remember something, it still exists.

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