Back to the Matrix, Jung, and Receiving Thoughts from Elsewhere

So we are back to the cells inside our body.  They are interacting with all kinds of things.  Consuming and being consumed.  And we think we are at the top of the food chain so to speak.  We think we are different than these cells.  Of course, we also used to think the Earth was at the center of the Universe, then it was the Sun, and now we living in a place that is just a grain of sand in an endless beach. But we still think we are an individual self, with an individual mind, discrete and unattached.

Going back to the cells, we think that we are a more developed evolved whatever organism.  But why does it stop going up with us?  Why aren't we like the cells inside of us inside of something larger, something much larger. And why do we think that cells are consuming energy and are consumed but somehow we are not.   Maybe consumed isn't the correct word.  Maybe interacting with all sorts of energies all around them.   What I'm getting at is that why does it stop going up with us.  Why are not some type of discrete (sort of) entities in a liquid networked environment that goes all the way up to dimensions we cannot begin to fathom?   A veritable mycelial network analogue.

It hurts and its scary, but we don't exist as individual creatures.  And we don't create our thoughts.  They come from somewhere else.  And I'm not sure if its like what that self described autistic dude that hangs out with Valle and Kripal says that we are inhabited by mycelial creatures in some vast network that exist at the back of our heads siphoning off energy.  I just don't know.  And he is at some spiritual gathering with thousands of people and  the speaker is interacting with these extradimensional creatures and they are interacting with other extradimensional creatures and what we think are communications from these speakers is some very weird alien shit paranormal connection beaming consciousness to us. Or draining it from us.  Or both.  

I don't know.  But its almost like my bad aya trips isn't it?  And dreams.  Oh my god, dreams. Where the hell are they pointing to? We just remember the end of them.  But they go back into places we cannot even reimagine in waking life.  

And it makes sense that I want to invoke stuff.  I want to bring things into me.  I'm almost hungry to bring the spirits in even though Robert Falconer told me on the podcast it is not a good idea because they are parasites.  Hmmm.    

And I'm changing my meditation practice to connect with this stuff.  To feel the space.  Then connect to the energy from elsewhere.  I'll let you know how it all turns out.