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Adaptation: THFWS&TTM’s

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Adaptation

 

For several weeks the group had to suffer the deprivation of their newest member from their weekly sessions, but it now assured that all the members came every Sunday to the services at The Home for Wayward Souls.

They were all quite comfortable taking The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil about forty minutes before they arrived at the Sanctuary, including Frederick.

So in addition to still communicating non-verbally together each weekend, they managed to share some well-focused quality time together, led by Ash and the ArchAngels.

Trust in the fact that every word and every nuance was primarily directed to the assembled members of the group, especially Frederick, and everyone in the group could hear him in their own minds as clearly as if he was whispering in their ears.

Charles and Mark had constructed a larger, brighter version of the Sephirot to remain up near the alter, and the consciousness-raising effects just from the alpha-wave generation was awe-inspiring.

Their chosen escort was a very professional-looking man if your chosen profession is intimidation. He had young, kind and surprisingly soft features that were well-trained to retain “Military Deportment” to attempt to hide or disguise his moods or state of mind.

His sheer size alone was the most intimidating thing about him. About six-foot two and very broad and well-muscled; one of those fellows who has to have all their suits specially tailored. He looked like a body-builder in a grey pin-stripe and wore his sunglasses constantly.

His name was Stan Langerman; neither he nor Sebastian Lodge ever discussed Stan’s background, training, or previous work experience. Mark was simply told “He is very well-qualified and skilled in his field, and I believe he suits the needs of the Corporation perfectly.”

Mark could not help noticing that Sebastian Galbraith Lodge never used the name “The Habitat” or even “The Habitat for Primate Research” except in letters he occasionally dictated to vendors or contractors who performed services for The Habitat, simply because it was the only way to identify the place in a way they would recognize. All other verbal references, for instance were simply “The needs and purposes of the Corporation”, “The rules and regulations of the Corporation, etc.

His second memo to the staff was to announce that, effective immediately all rules and regulations pertaining to the operation and business of the Corporation were subject to his review and approval, and would be final unless rescinded or modified by him. All appeals were to be directed to the Corporate Board, although he highly recommended against it.

Stan was pleasant and courteous to both Mark and Darcy, and allowed them full control of Frederick, who seemed to intimidate Stan just enough that Frederick noticed it first, which he signed to Darcy, although Mark heard his thoughts also.

They both realized that Stan did not know ASL, at least yet, and so as to avoid tension or suspicion, Darcy always gave very perfunctory translations of their signed conversations with the understanding that all America Sign Language communications were being performed as a ruse to distract Stan while they had separate running conversations with each other telepathically, with only a few almost reflexive gestures, more out of habit than anything.

While the weeks passed with regular attendance at the services, Frederick was now going out among the other chimps and bonobos at night after work, in their habitats. It did not arouse any suspicions by the security staff, since they were too preoccupied with overseeing everything and everyone who came in or out of the facility.

All of the security staff were new to the Habitat, and would not have thought this to be unusual, since the worker primates still maintained a very gregarious, congenial tribal/communal pattern of socialization.

One at a time, he was selectively “enlightening” his fellows. It did turn out that what would have been “sub-clinical” doses for humans, based on mcg/kg used for the rest of the group was quite adequate as a threshold dose for the chimps ad bonobos.

And surprisingly enough, because the primates are not subject to the kind of neurotic socialization of humans, they more easily accepted the enhanced awareness and sentience with little culture shock, although the other naturopathic herbal ingredients did have a relaxing and calming effect.

Frederick had become their messiah. He told them to keep taking the reward pellets at work and do their very best to perform well so as not to raise any suspicions. He admitted he did not have all the answers, but trusted the Group at the Sanctuary, and promised they would stay in communication to keep them abreast of their plans to liberate them, as they developed.

True to form, the biggest liability came in the form of humor and independent thinking on the part of the chimps and bonobos, but most of the other staff members simply interpreted it as rebelliousness rather than an indication of the indomitability of the spirit that comes as a result of sentience. Even truly intelligent people can be real knuckle-draggers when it comes to spiritual enlightenment.

All in all, they were adapting fairly well to the new changes and challenges…with one exception…Darcy was over two weeks late. She’d had her tubes tied over seven years ago, and could practically set her wristwatch by her cycle. She didn’t mention it to Mark at first, but when he asked her, she furrowed her eyebrows and just shook her head.

“No worries, Darlin’…that is just about one hundred percent impossible, and I haven’t seen any Star in the East, if you catch my drift.”

 

Sentience: Emotions and Senses: THFWS &TTM’s

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Sentience: Emotions and Senses

As anyone who has ever used psychedelic, hallucinogenic, or psychoactive drugs can tell you, there is a real potential for a roller-coaster ride of emotions unlike that which any hormonal teenager has even experienced.

Sometimes the subtlest of images or thoughts can provoke seemingly boundless joy, sadness, fear, or even rage. It is a matter of interpretation of previous experiences and the imprints they leave in your memory banks.

The associations we make between an image of a baby and our own emotional or “gut reactions” to that image can be associated with one’s own childhood, or an unplanned pregnancy that ended in abortion or adoption, our own children, or the desire to bear or raise children yet to be born, for instance.

The image of an elderly person could be associatively interpreted as a grandparent, a parent long gone, a hospital patient, or our own fear of the aging process as well as our impending date with our own mortality.

A dog or cat could trigger either loving memories of childhood pets, or a fear of animals with images of unprovoked attacks, fleas, ticks, parasites and allergic reactions.

A flower can represent love, nature, fertility, or even Peace.

To some, a picture of some natural environment or landscape could be associated with tranquility, beauty, serenity and sanctuary, or to another, it may cause anxiety, or trigger feelings of loneliness and disorientation, or a fear of uncivilized and wild environments, or threatening preoccupations with danger, hardship, and deprivation.

For some, life is a picnic replete with sunshine, laughter, friendship and the Movable Feast of our youthful experiences and associations, while for others it is spoiled by ants, rain, mosquitos, sunburn, Labor Day gridlock and disappointment. At least half of this picnic is determined by what we bring to it.

Animals are also imprinted by the associations of memories and emotions built upon repetitions of stimulus-response mediated experiences, but to suddenly be given access to interpretations or meanings or insight as a conscious understanding of Why or How all these elements fit together is more than even most humans can divine.

This perception of the connectivity of ourselves, our actions, and our relationship to the universe and whatever purpose or meanings that we associate with our existence as a form of insight or enlightenment can be either a marvelous gift or an ominous and overwhelming preoccupation depending upon the associations and interpretations we conjure within our minds.

The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil works like a hybrid of psychedelic, and empathogen/entactogen psychoactive drugs that have been known to suddenly thrust their users into a state of mind and being that mimics the effects of years of meditation and devout study in a matter of minutes. What may have seemed fixed and immutable may now appear ambiguous or deceptive as easily as the Unknowable or Occult may appear to be clear and even obvious.

This is potentially dangerous for some. Many mystics and savants believe this is too sudden and easy as well as a quick shortcut to intoxicating madness not unlike putting a teenager behind the wheel of a powerful racing automobile.

With effort, practice and dedication comes the maturity and emotional strength necessary to control almost limitless power no matter what the source.

This quantum leap across the abyss of consciousness and perception was becoming emotionally overwhelming to Frederick.

Darcy had anticipated this eventuality, which she had discussed with Kali, and with Merle’s assistance had prepared a combination of concentrated and refined THC, as well as several other botanicals and herbs that Merle had often used before in his Shamanistic practices that he believed had the potential to help tranquilize and calm Frederick.

The vaporizer was already up to temperature and Frederick quickly signed “Monkey see, monkey do” about the same time that they perceived his voice in their heads laughing and repeating the phrase several times as he began to inhale the mixture, following the lead set by their example as he alternately laughed hysterically, wept, gasped, screamed and hyperventilated while experiencing the rush of emotions and insights that threatened to overwhelm him.

In a matter of minutes he was giggling and benignly shaking his head in awe, absent-mindedly touching himself as he began to settle into a calm acceptance of the simple beauty of his existence in a way that most humans might not be so easily disposed to accomplish, and suddenly decided he wanted to eat some fruit, so he got up and helped himself. It did not go unnoticed that he did not summarily ask permission to do so, as would have been his usual modus.

When he returned, he sat down and then signed “It’s as simple and obvious as the nose on my face.” although neither his attempts to sign the exact words nor the others’ telepathic perception of his intended meaning was immediately clear to the rest of the group.

But the moment that they did comprehend it, they realized that they too had suddenly taken a similar but different leap across the abyss from their side to his. Meanings and intentions of complex and abstract thought do not have to be spelled out letter by letter in the meager linear definitions of Words that have so limited Man’s comprehensive and communicative methods for the last fifty thousand years.

Thanks to The Knowledge of Good and Evil, Feelings, Emotions and all Transcendental thoughts and concepts did not require to be translated into a codified set of symbols, words and definitions that are so self-limiting as to be stultifying and arbitrary by comparison to anyone who acquires the ability to transmit or interpret them in their actual form as ideas, thoughts, images and feelings.

This meant that they could not only communicate fluently with each other, but it also proved to be a valuable aid in reading the minds and intents of less evolved humans quite transparently, as all the skill-sets of the group increased geometrically in the days that followed, which were verified by the members of the group in countless double-blind studies and tests during weeks of verification.

But right now, this minute that seemed to hang suspended in air like a giant dirigible even more volatile than the Hindenburg, the others…the humans were still taking baby-steps interpreting Fredericks thoughts and their meanings.

Darcy then asked and signed “What is?”

“Happiness, Understanding, Fearlessness…and Love” was his answer.

As he communicated his thoughts to the group, they each noticed that he did indeed wear a reflection of that understanding like a countenance upon his face that shone like golden sunlight at dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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