Before the beginning, Charlie Seurat Nomen Silene, Cis for short, was no thing. After the beginning, Cis existed. At the end, – well there were many ends and that was both the challenge and the hope.
“That Cis, she’s really something!,” people would say. When Cis was born, her mother nearly died. Cis grew and flowered, and became a right little animal. beautiful and temperamental and unmanageable. The problem was how to teach her to manage herself.
Her mother was exhausted and could only cope by strapping Cis into the stroller and waiting for the screams to stop. As she grew up, Cis learned to take her tantrums into her bedroom voluntarily, and would stay there wailing until she fell asleep curled like a foetus on her little bed. Her grandmama thought a leash would be a good idea so the toddler could run but not far and explore with subtle supervision. Dogs were taken on leashes and given limited freedom to explore their independent choice of stimuli – surely parents could do at least that much for a child whose curiosity and love of life were like that of a dog, the nonverbal taking in and processing of stimuli being a vital part of exploration and growth.
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Before the beginning, number did not exist. Once one precipitated out of nothing which is all potential, there was some thing. Once there was something, there was that which was not that something. There was duality. When there was duality, there was number, for between two things is the space between and around them and that makes three. Australian Aborigine’s used this numerical system: “one two three, small mob, big mob”, when they talked about sheep or cattle to the manager of the estate.
Chimps in a research institute were given pellets of food at the push of a lever. The Chimps were taught to count. Then the researchers had to count the pellets as they put them in the feeder, because the chimps were now fighting over who got the most.
Words create identity. Numbers are words. This, not this; this and that; one two three many. Identity creates possession – mine and yours supersede a wordless ours.
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“What do you think of global warming… these chunks of the ice cap as big as Delaware falling off into the sea…? ”
“ My friend who is a scientist says it is a natural phenomenon….”
Siouxie and Felina exchanged inconspicuous looks of disbelief on hearing this opinion from their good friend, whom they had included in their yoga circle some years ago.
“… but it is terrible the way man doesn’t respect nature; the forest where I grew up has been completely destroyed for housing,” opined Anika.
“Let’s not argue about the percentage of influence humanity is having on climate change,” said Siouxie – looking for constructive synthesis – “ if we can view the evidence, we can support the actions taken to ameliorate the harms.”
Democrat, Republican – we can find a common good, and cut deconstructive arguing.
Climate change deniers and god deniers – we can focus on the evidence and leave interpretation to each for themself. Can a thing be named if it doesn’t exist? All things are “thinks” . Something must be thought of before it can exist. Naming it separates it from the flux. The namer and the named co-exist. That which is denied is still that which is named and therefore has existence of some sort – even if just a vision in someone’s head. The stories we tell ourselves create our world. The square root of minus one is an absolutely fictional number, and yet fictional numbers enable calculations which create bombs and MRI’s, World Wide Web and Fit Bits.
No Thing became everything, and change is inevitable. We can learn to ride the change or be swept away by it. We can be the Meme or the meme rider. We can harness the horses of paranoia or succumb to negativity. We can know ourselves as CSNS. (see next)
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Consciousness, that which is No thing, can be mythologised as the Cosmic Egg of All Potential. Consciousness, will be hereinafter known by the tetragrammaton CSNS, the four letters of the name of Consciousness.
CSNS became and is becoming and is now and ever shall be, for Now includes the past and the future which are now No Thing.
Siouxie thought of her mother, who was nothing again, dematerialised. How is it to know oneself as No Thing while still Something? It can only be done in the mind that is present. The love is, was, and always was a part of her. Apart – not her, as well as a part of her.
elizabeth e mitchell 
Can a thing be named if it doesn’t exist? All things are “thinks” . Something must be thought of before it can exist. Naming it separates it from the flux. The namer and the named co-exist. That which is denied is still that which is named and therefore has existence of some sort – even if just a vision in someone’s head. The stories we tell ourselves create our world. The square root of minus one is an absolutely fictional number, and yet fictional numbers enable calculations which create bombs and MRI’s, World Wide Web and Fit Bits.
No Thing became everything, and change is inevitable. We can learn to ride the change or be swept away by it. We can be the Meme or the meme rider. We can harness the horses of paranoia or succumb to negativity. We can know ourselves as CSNS.
I have so much that seems vital to say – learning to say it in a compelling way is my struggle. There is the idea and there is story. I love to effuse about the idea – story is where my ideas attempt to intersect with everyday reality. Everyone is connected. The emotional malaise of our culture pervades the lives of all of us. It is the diminishment, denial, and derailing of the feminine.
By “the feminine” I mean “mother nature” ,i mean female characteristics ( also found in men) of caring, sharing co-operating, and i mean women as equal though different. It is the privileging of one side of a duality – men, white – power – thin – top – conscious … . This is the world of duality, the thing is defined by that which is not the thing. Both halves co-exist. Balance is health. We need to empower the suppressed half.
The Unconscious – I empower and make conscious the connection my consciousness has to trees, squirrels, animals( so much easier than humans, so direct and without mask) . Persona, the mask in Greek through which the players spoke. The player is Consciousness, tetragrammaton CSNS , or JHWH if you prefer. We are all and everything is a manifestation of That.
This is to me the good news and like all of those who have loved the good news we just want to tell the world. And so, ridiculously enough – i have fulfilled my cosmic mission for the day. I have broadcast the seed, which falls on unharrowed ground ( I do not labor and sweat in these fields, so the furrows of eager readers have not been created, the seed idea falls in passages of lumpy text). Now it is assuredly time to labor in the fields of the everyday, where physical survival demands presence and income.
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Those numbers which do not refer to an actual countable amount are actually called Imaginary Numbers. http://www.mathsisfun.com/numbers/imaginary-numbers.html
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