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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
VINCE'S GYM
Neo
Talks About Time and Space
Once I asked Neo what he thought about time and space
Neo quipped,
“Time is short.’'
“There is time enough for love.”
“If you got
the space I got the time.”
Then he does a Curly
of the Three Stooges, “Ya, ya, ya, ya, ah a wise guy eh?”
I tried
to respond with a Moe of the Three Stooges imitation, “Ok
porcupine I’ll muyda ya.” “No, seriously Neo, do you think that
we sometimes we can see or predict the future?”
Neo was wiping
down the book cases with a damp cloth to pick up a few remains
of the dust. He seemed to ignore my question while remaining
focused on his task. He wiped the last of the dust of the one
bookcase, looked up and said, “Yes.” and then went over to
another bookcase to repeat the ritual.
“That’s it,”
I thought? “Just a simple yes and no explanation,”
I lamented
privately. I sighed knowing I was going to have to pull teeth to
get him to explain himself while he was into one of his
quasi-autistic cleaning modes. Neo was not trying to be rude.
Sometimes he would stop everything he was doing and give you his
full attention. Other times he would continue to work at
superhuman speed and efficiency as he conversed.
A few occasions like
tonight he would seem to be in his own little zone, and until he
was ready to come back, he would stay there and I would have to
wait. That was the way with Neo.
“Neo, I
volunteered, I have had dreams that have come true.”
I rushed on
hoping I suppose to overwhelm him with information so as to get
more of a response from him, “Nothing has grand as dreaming
about a winning lottery number or predicting who will win the
World Series, just small insignificant stuff as far as global
things go.”
Neo was still
mostly absorbed with his task as if he was practicing a new high
form of meditation, he managed to grunt, “Yeah that’s how it
usually goes.”
Frustrated and
not to be denied I continued, “It’s like I would dream something
that did not seem to make sense at the time and then the event
would happen and all of the pieces would seem to fall together.”
Neo grunted an
obligatory, “Hum hmm, and he continued to glide from one book
cast to another in the fluid movements of a dancer. The pieces
of cloth that he had in each hand flowed and caressed the wood
cases in an intricate pattern that reminded me of the hand
movements of a Balinese dancer that I had seen on a National
Geographic type of movie. Years later I would the movie “Karate
Kid” brought back this memory, when I heard Mr. Miyagi telling
Daniel LaRusso, “Daniel San, wax on, wax off!”
I bulled
forward and said, “Yeah, I guess the reason why the dreams did
not initially make sense was because it was like listening in to
a conversation that has been going on for a while and then
leaving before it finishes.”
Neo did not
seem to acknowledge me as his emerald eyes seemed to grow
brighter, even luminous as he continued on his mission.
I was searching
in my mind to think of what else I could peg to this one-sided
conversation.
Finally I
added, “Yeah, the image of people I have never seen before,
saying things that I have never heard, at places I have never
been to, doing things that I have never done, and I would wonder
why I dreamed this weird shit.” “Looking for a response I said,
“Then the fragment of the event would happen just like in the
dream and then it would make sense.”
“Neo’s body and
hands were moving in beautiful tandem over the bookcases leaving
a lustrous high sheen. His eyes were brighter and more luminous.
His face glowed with pleasure as his speed and fluidity of
movement picked up.
Fascinated, I
wondered how long I would have to engage in this one-side
conversation, or how long he would continue to work over the
bookcases.
I persisted and
said, “Don’t you see Neo… the seemingly nonsensical dreams that I
had were fragments of what happen; that’s why they did not make
sense until the actual events would happen in its entirety.”
Neo without
stopping or slowing from his zone finally says, “That’s what
most people seem to experience.”
Neo was almost
at the last bookcase. I wondered if you would stop when he
finished with the last or start over with a new task non-stop,
so devoted and single minded he seemed to be?
I said, “Do you
think that you or I could one day see with unerring accuracy all
future events?”
Neo reached the
last section of the last book case and then he stopped, turned
lightly around, wiping his hands, his expression was intent, his
eyes luminous and then he sighed with abysmal comfort and then
said in a perfect Yoda rendition, “Difficult to see.”
“Always in motion is the future.” Hrrgh.”
Neo’s normal
voice returned and he said, “Let’s go to the break room.”
Always willing
to sit and snack I complied.
Neo prepared
coffee and tea in is usual efficient manner as he talked.
Neo looked
intent as he said, “Time seems linear to humans.” “This is our
perception.”
My ears picked
up on what I thought were Neo’s subtle message.
“Isn’t time
linear,” I asked?
With a cup in
each hand Neo glided to his seat and handed me my coffee and
commenced to enjoy his tea.
Neo said, “I
prefer to talk about space and size perspective… time is a
subject too complex than I want to tackle today.
I was impatient
and wanted to know more of what I had been obsessive on that
day.
“But I would
rather know about time and prophecy,” I said, with frantic
impatience.
Neo smiled and
said, “In time, in time.” “Space and size is something
that will be an easier task for you ta wrap yer intellect
around.”
Seeing the Neo
would not be diverted, I capitulated, “Okay,” I sighed.
Neo looked at
me intently as he stirred his tea, he said, “Let’s start with
the atom.” “You know that atoms are pretty small little units of
matter, right.”
I said with
annoyance, “I do go to college Neo… of course I know that they
are very small units of matter.” “I know that they are
smaller than the eye can see, I know that they are too small to
see with any microscope except the electron microscope and only
indirectly and barely.”
“Neo half mocking waved a finger at me as he said, “Don’t be so
sensitive Mr. Man… you and I will be going through the train of
thought together, that’s all.” “Now where was I?” “Oh right… a
large atom is about .0001 micron in diameter, or approximately
.0000000045th
of an inch in diameter. The nucleus of an atom is about forty-
times smaller that the diameter of an atom. The electrons and
quarks are about 9,000 times smaller that the size of the
nucleus within the atom.”
The numbers he
quoted were too vast for my mind to grasp. I simply said, “I
guess it’s safe to say that those damn atoms are very, very
small, and each unit of the atom gets progressively smaller.”
“Yep, very
small,” he chuckled. “To give you another perspective if an atom
was the size of the earth the electrons orbiting the nucleus at
high speeds would be the size of marichinos cherries.”
Sarcastically I
said, “Marichinos cherries, and no others?”
Neo snorted in
delight, “Okay smartass. ya can think of other cherries as
well.” “Now if we were to back engineer once more, and looked at
the next lower level of units that make up the quarks or charms,
we would see that these units are composed of yet smaller units
called ‘superstring energy’, if I have learned from my mate
Fritjof Capra correctly then these superstrings are called
quanta, which is not exactly or either matter or energy.” “Or
perhaps quanta’s are made up of superstring energy.” “This is
something that you and I may want to contact Fritjof about.” “At
any rate, theses superstrings possess different patterns of
fluctuating energy, and this gives these superstrings of energy
different qualities.” Neo appeared to look inward to the faraway
place I had often seen him go and he said, “Just imagine if ya
can that atoms…all the matter that we see around us… this floor,
you and me is really composed of 99.999999999999999% empty
space.
Amazed as usual
of Neo’s store house of knowledge and his circle of “Mates” I
asked him who in the hell Frit... Fridg… whatever… I
could not pronounce his first name, “Capra, who is he?”
Neo said, “He’s
a high energy physicist that I have become friends with.” “I
adopted Fritof to become one of my mentors, and he was a mentor
fer me on many levels.” “My mate Fritjof wrote a great book that
came out in 1975 called the ‘Tao of Physics.” “It is an
excellent book that has helped mystics and physicists to start
engaging in dialogue with each other.” “Now more mystics are
interested in learning physics and more physicists to start
practicing meditations and yoga along with an assorted number of
mind, body and spiritual disciplines.”
I was curious
to know everything about the book so I asked Neo to tell me
everything about the book.
Neo looked
irritated and said, ‘”Vinny, ya got to read it yerself, If I
tell you what I know…ya would be getting only my perspective on
his book.”
“I’m pleased
that you would trust me ta regal you with everything in the
book, but ya really need to hear other peoples perspective on
any given matter.” “Believe it or not, I am not the ‘be all to
end all’ of any given subject.”
Feeling
nonplussed I asked, “So Mr. Capra has only one book for me to
read?”
Neo said, “So
far that is his only book, but I don’t think I am speaking out
of school if I mention that he has been working on a new book
that should be coming out in a few months to a year.”
What is the
book going to be called… I’ll keep a lookout for it,” I asked?
Neo tilted his
head as a gesture of retrieving information from his head and
said, “I’m not sure, but I think it is going to be called
“Changing Point”, or “Turning Point” or something like that.”
“Tell me more
about the superstring energy,” I pleaded.
Neo stretched
backed cracking his ligaments and joints as he continued his
tutaling, “Supposedly at the quantum level, there are infinite
numbers of superstring units are operating at different
frequencies or patterns and at this level to physicists
everything appears to be chaotic.” “From chaos comes order.”
“However, I believe that even at this seemly chaotic level if
you were capable of looking from a certain perspective there
probably would be a pattern of beautiful order.”
I let out a
long whistle, “Wow, that is a hell of an explanation of the
atomic world.”
Neo whistled
his agreement then said, “The reason for this long winded
diatribe is simply to point out two main themes.” “The first
point is to share with ya the magnificence of the atomic and
subatomic level”
“The second and most
important point is that physicists have found that they can
influence the outcome of some of their high particle experiments
by their desire, intent or thoughts.”
I looked
doubtful and said, “Are you sure that they are not just their
perceptions?”
Neo leaned
forward with excitement and said, “No, I do not mean that their
perception of influence changes, but an actual influence to and
on the particle happens.” “Another neat thing concerning atoms
is the perspectives that ya can get about the relative size of
the particles within the atom and the distances that they are
from each other by using some real life comparisons.”
Now I was
leaning forward with more interest to see what real life
comparisons he would use.
Neo saw that I
was ready and eager to hear what he had to say so he said, “If
you were to compare the size of an atom to the size of our solar
system and our sun compared to the nucleus of the atom; this
means that the distance between the atom’s nucleus to the first
electron orbit would be about twice the distance or our sun is
to the planet Pluto.”
I gasped, “That
is amazing.”
Neo said, “Yeah
it is.” “Even the protons and neutrons within the nucleus have
vast distances between them.” “It is only the fact that the
particles within the atom is orbiting or vibrating at such high
velocities that keeps the atom together.”
“Also if the
nucleus of an atom was the size of a grain of sand, then the
distance from the center of the atom to the first electron orbit
would be from the center of the Vatican dome to its walls.”
“Each neutron and proton is made up of quarks and each of these
has vast distances between them.”
Always prepared
to be the good student, I said, and all of this is why atoms and
matter is composed of 99.999999999999999 % empty space?”
Neo clapped in
delight and said, “Yes that is correct.”
I wanted to
show that I remembered more of the lesson and I volunteered,
“And the quarks and charms are made up of units called
superstring energy which fluctuates between matter and energy
and possess different patterns of fluctuating energy patterns
which is why they possess different properties.”
Neo look
pleasantly amused and said, “You are a good student mate.”
“I am
wondering, I asked, Why does matter feel solid to us everything
around us is all of that empty space?”
“That is
because all of the electrons in the atoms orbit the nucleus at
extraordinarily high velocities and the atoms them selves
vibrate at high energy” “Also because of the force of electro-magnetism
that is generated from the atom... a force much more powerful
than gravity.” This is what holds atoms, elements and compounds
together... simply everything, or almost. “If they didn’t we
would be able to pass our hands through other objects.”
I thought of
some of my experiences of OBE’s and wondered if physics and
atomic properties were the reason for me passing through solid
objects and I said as much to Neo.
Neo looked
thoughtful as he said, “Yes I see what you mean.” “I believe
that the non-ordinary body does vibrate at a different frequency
that ordinary articles and therefore that are why your
non-ordinary body can pass through.”
“I said,
“Okay… I have to bring it up… I know that you are not in love with
the Carlos Castaneda books, but how do you explain don Genaro’s
ability to have Carlos see him and feel as though he was
touching a solid ordinary body?” “Do you think Carlos made it
up, or do you think it is possible?”
Neo sighed,
“Well I don’t know if Carlos was making up the story or not… but
I do believe that some people as described by Carlos are able to
control the vibratory frequency of their non-ordinary body so
that you and I could see them and feel them.” “Also, this would
allow the people traveling about in their non-ordinary body to
appear to do superhuman things to our ordinary eyes.”
I felt that
Neo’s explanation was so smooth and sensible (As sensible as
this subject could be) that I wondered if he had ever
experienced the ability to do what don Genaro had and so I asked
him outright if he had.
Neo looked more
than a little shy as he said, “I have never formed a solid
simile from my non-ordinary body so that I would
appear solid to other people.”
His reticence
to give me a definitive yes or no intrigued me so I said, “”Okay
then, have you ever been able to project your non-ordinary body
so that others could see you.”
Neo paused for
a long time I feared he would not answer then he said,
“My grandfather made
himself visible to some of us while he was traveling in his
non-ordinary body.” “He was not solid to our touch, nor could we
hear him speak… but several of us seen him after he went into a
trance while he was on what yer American Indians call a
vision quest when he was alone deep in the outback.”
“I asked you if
you ever were able to make yerself visible to other people.”
Neo refused to
answer.
“I said,
“Well?”
Neo gets up and
stretches, “Well we can talk more about this tomorrow, if you
have the time ta help me on a job that I have promised to do.”
Curious, I
asked, “Sure, I can help you tomorrow… it is Sunday after all.”
“What’ the job?”
Neo said, “I
have to do some grafting on some fruit trees for a farmer I do
work for occasionally.”
The next day
Neo came by in his pickup trunk with the tools in the back and a
cooler with food and drinks.
I got into the truck
and he pulls out of the gym parking lot gears grinding and trunk
lurching.
Mechanical
problems have always intimidated me.
“Some
mechanical problems,” I asked sagely?
“Yeah, Neo
lamented, this bloody truck’s transmission and clutch is going
on the fritz.” “I’ll rebuild the streuthin’ bloody truck
next week or so,” he said.
We went towards
Jasper, the sky was bright blue and the white puffy clouds hung
low and moved easterly at a good clip. We got to a small farm
between Jasper and Dexter. A skinny farmer in his forties comes
out and greets Neo, calling him Fred.
I felt amused
as I look accusingly at Neo and said, “Fred?”
Neo just smiled
and then greeted the Farmer.
The farmer was
wearing faded and splotched overhauls. His hands speckled with
age spots, his face creased with long hard exposure to the
elements and his eyes looking out from drooping fleshy eyelids
were a pale faded blue. The eyebrows above them looked as if
they needed a generous trimming. They made me think of a Dr.
Seuss character…’Green eggs and ham I am, I am.’ His
teeth abused by tobacco and neglect. His manner was loose,
friendly and bright.
The farmer introduces him self to me and says, “Any friend of
‘Fred’s’ is a friend of mine.” “Fred here is a magician at
grafting.”
Neo grabbed a
tool box with what I assumed were the tools he was going to use
that day in one hand and the cooler of food in the other. He
asked me to carry the five gallon bucket of what turned out to
be an asphalt water emulsion mixture… or at least that is what
Neo said it was.
The farmer
leads us around to the other side of his house where a spacious
back porch was located. As we came in view of the porch about
five dogs come running straight for us barking and baying with
the lead alpha dog pushing ahead of the pack, calm serious,
confident and intent.
He was large
and beautiful and he appeared to be a mastiff and Staffordshire
mix. Just behind him eager to push ahead of the alpha dog but
careful enough not to actually do it was a dog that appeared to
covet the alpha position. I guess this dog got its ass kicked
and bitten from the alpha on more occasions than it could ever
forget.
He appeared to be a mix of two or three types of hunting hounds.
He was eager to assert his dominance over us and appeared as if
it would lunge at us if it wasn’t for the presence of the alpha
male and the farmer.
He seemed to defer to the alpha begrudgingly despite his
excitement. He acted as if his intentions were dangerous and
barely contained. This dog had an air of aggressiveness, fear
and expectancy of any opportunity that may unfold his way.
The alpha dog
came up to us with cautious confidence and sniffed our hands and
then accepted both Neo and I with a welcoming lick and vigorous
wagging. The other dogs were skittish, but I managed to coax
them to let me pet them and I won them over. Then they ran over
to Neo and practically threw themselves at him with unabashed
puppy like joy, (They were not puppies). The Alpha wannabe kept
skirting me and would never get quite close enough to let me pet
him and seemed tempted to bite me. Neo whistled and started to
snap his fingers, the snapping had an odd rhythm. The dangerous
Alpha wannabe froze for a half minute and looked at Neo
intently. It appeared as if Neo and the dog locked eyes. Neo’s
eyes appeared bright, unblinking were not challenging, nor were
they passive, but seemed to beckoned the dog with a feral
invitation.
The dog seemed
to break from a spell and ran over to Neo as if it was a puppy
greeting its long lost mother whose teat it had suckled since
birth. With Neo the dog acted like an exuberant, wiggling,
licking, whimpering and wagging puppy. I cannot count the times
in twenty some years where Neo seem to exert a power over
animals. “He’s a bloody St. Francis he is,” I thought
sarcastically.
The farmer
ordered the dogs to the vicinity of the back porch. All of the
dogs obeyed the farmer except the dangerous dog rolling in
pleasure at Neo’s feet. The dog continued to ignore the farmer
orders. Neo snapped his fingers and made a schikk, schikk
sound normally used by people on horseback at the dog and he
then made a dramatic and assertive gesture towards the porch. It
seemed as if I could feel that Neo pushed energy at the dog and
towards the porch. Whether I imagined this or not matters little
since the dangerous hound complied and went dutifully to the
porch.
The friendly
farmers sun-washed eyes showed surprise and he said, ‘I’ll be
damned Fred, I never seen Loki act that way before.” “He
really likes you.” (Loki was not the name of the dog, but I
forgot the name and Loki seem to fit the dog’s temperament).
The farmer
pointed at a small grove of apple trees.
“There they
are, he said, those are the ones I need to have the grafts put
on.”
He excused
himself saying, “Fred, I got to get to my other chores call me
if you need me for anything.”
Neo and I went
to the small grove of apple trees and the wind was whipping
through the grove and the air felt warm and tasted sweet. Neo
stop before the first tree and set his toolbox down.
He pulls the
tools out and says, ‘Here we go, one budding knife, one grafting
knife, a fine tooth saw, pruning shears.” He also pulled out
some electrician’s tape, rubber strips, tying material, a small
hammer, and a chisel and mallet.
Neo pulls out
some wrappings that held damp sawdust and moss. In the wrappings
throughout the sawdust and moss were short think stalks or
branches laced along the stalk with buds and I asked Neo what
they were.
Neo said,
“These are called scions and these I have selected from
the previous season’s growth while they are still dormant.” “It
is very important to get them just before it gets too late in
the spring… just before growth starts.”
“Fascinated I
asked Neo, “Can you place these anywhere on the tree?”
Neo said, “It’s
best ta place them about one, preferably two feet away from the
trunk of the tree on branches like this that run off from the
trunk; especially if ya place the scions on the inside of the
branch closest to the truck.”
“Why,” I said?
“Neo looked a
little distracted as he said, “Because if ya place the scions to
close to the trunk… closer to the crotch then as the truck grows
it can grow past where the new graft is set and this could cause
the grafts ta be lost.”
“Is there a
best time of year to place the grafts on the tree,” I asked?
Neo smiled,
pointed his finger for emphasis and said, “Right now.” “Right
when the trees are starting to open, and all the way til the
flowers start ta blossom.”
I looked around
at the apple trees and I noticed that many of the branches had
been cut back.
Wanting to show
Neo that I knew a little bit about pruning I pointed out my
observation.
Neo started to
sharpen some of his tools as he said, “Yeah I top worked all of
these trees a couple of weeks ago when the weather was colder.”
“We are going to place these on the under stock of the tree.”
Curious I
asked, “If these trees are already growing apples, why do you
have to graft on these buds?”
Neo looking
down at the task of sharpening his tools said, “Grafting is a
method of revitalizing a tree that may be losing its hardiness
or this method ya can graft different types of scions and then
the tree can produce different types of apples.
Neo looked at
his knife inspecting the sharp sheen he had just put on the
edge. He grunted in satisfactions and started to work. I won’t
bore you with all of the details of grafting because this is not
a horticultural book, the information that I can remember would
take up too much space and quite frankly, I remember very little
of what Neo had taught me that day. I think I remember that he
tried to show me several types of grafting techniques used for
different situations and purposes.
If I remember
right some of the grafts were, the whip graft, the cleft graft,
the side graft, the bridge graft. He explained budding; a type
of graft that he said was reserved for later in the summer.
Neo used the
knives to make appropriate cuts through the bark or the areas on
the top ends that already been cut. “His stevedore hands
performed with the dexterity of a surgeon as he cut clefts into
the ends of the top work branches. They moved with an odd speed,
dexterity and precision that made his hands appear to be an odd
alien creature skittering here and there. It was both creepy and
thrilling to watch.
I have never
seen hands that move that way and would not see the like of that
movement for another fifteen years until I watched a friend of
mine I call Phoenix play his guitar. His hands, although not near
as large a Neo’s were generous in size and he also possessed
otherworldly skill and dexterity with his cherished digits.
My job was to
take a paddle and dip this into a smaller bucket in which I had
poured the asphalt water emulsion mixture into and then I had to
‘dress’ the wound as Neo called it.
Neo starts in
with his Curly of the ‘Three Stooges imitation, “La dee,
la da… doctor Moe, doctor Larry, please call doctor
Curly and doctor Vinny.”
“We
got a patient that has been dormant all winter and needs ta
branch out.” “Yaugh, yaugh, yaugh,
“Neo chuckled.
Neo gets more
into his childish delight with acting like Curly as he continues
to make surgical cuts, “La dee, la da, la dee …awoo, woo,
woo, woo, ana-skana-hana-fran, “ he mimed.
“Amalgamated
Lint’s up three point six,” I added.
“Sointly
(Certainly),” he quips..
I was having so much
fun and I was so fascinated by the techniques of grafting that
if it had not been for a free floating thought of what we had
talked about the night before… I would have forgotten to bring up
the subject of seeing and predicting future events.
I said, “Neo,
last night I wanted to ask you about your thoughts of seeing the
future and your take on time travel either physically or just
with our minds or non-ordinary selves.”
Neo laughed as
he continued to create clefts in the top ends and insert the
grafts, while I continued to dress the wounds, “There is not
diverting yer attention Vinny.” “Ya understand that no one
really knows about all of the vagrancies of time, at least not
well enough to talk about the subject adequately for blokes like
you and me.”
“I have a friend in
England named Stephen Hawkens who is considered one of the most
preeminent physicist of all time, at least since Newton and
Einstein and I cannot understand much of what he has tried ta
explain to me.” “My confusion gets worse especially when Stephen
gets beyond the layman’s lingo and into the higher realms of
mathematics where I have not traveled successfully. Yet!”
“What do you
mean by yet…. are you still studying mathematics,” I asked?
Neo chuckled as
he looked up from his task and said, “I am always studying
Vinny.” “There is so much I don’t know, so much I want to
learn.” “I will be a student till the day I die.” “That fact
brings me both joy and suffering.” “Anyway, I just want ya ta
know that what I share with ya is just my opinion.” “I am what
ya call an expert of my own opinion… nothing more.”
I said, “Some
of your opinions correlate with many experts in various branches
of scientific disciplines; don’t they?”
“Yeah,
sometimes my expertise in the area of my opinions are sometimes
right in line with the opinions of other people,” Neo quipped.
I said, “Okay,
you gave me forewarning.” “Give me some credit.” “Just because I
give you my undivided attention when I ask for your slant on
things does not mean that I believe blindly to what ever you
say.”
Neo laughs,
raises his hands up to protest with the knife still in his left
hand as he says, “Relax, I know you don’t listen and believe
blindly… at least not anymore.” “I just know that yer just a
trusting sort of fella that sometimes takes fer granted that
when a person can talk and sound intelligent that they must know
what they are talking about.” “Especially when seemingly
educated and intelligent people are discussing any subject
without any apparent reference that they are giving their
educated opinion; like yer friend Harry fer example.
Neo was doing
his cutting task again and I was paddling on the dressing on the
wounds as he says, “There was a time that you would believe a
lot of what Harry or other would tell you because at the time
they possessed more education in the areas that you were
chatting about.” “Harry, like a lot of people, will come off
like what they are talking about is gospel, that there are no
uncertainties.” “They want ya ta believe that they hold the keys
to the kingdom of knowledge.”
“You have
problems seeing that because ya judge how other people will
exchange information the same way that you would.” “When you are
uncertain of yer sources of knowledge, you admit that ya may
have some blind spots.” “Ya cannot conceive that when other
people do not add in qualifiers that they are just discussing
their opinions.” “You think that when other people do not admit
that they are uncertain that they must be certain, because the
few times you feel certain, you do not add in qualifiers.” “And
why should ya if you are certain.”
I chewed on
what he was saying and I had to admit that was a short coming of
mine and I said as much to Neo.
Neo said,
“Okay, yer forewarned that insofar as the subject of time travel
by any mechanism or predicting the future is just my own
opinion.” “Often highly regarded and accurate opinion, he
mocked, but just an opinion nevertheless.”
“Okay, gotcha,
I am forewarned,” I assured him.
Neo signaled
that it was time for us to climb back down from the two sided
orchard ladder that we had been perched on during our task. Once
on the ground he moved the ladder to another location and again
we made the journey into the furthermost portions of the new
tree.
Neo resumed his
cutting he said, “Time is an odd paradox.” Certain aspects of it
are created in our minds and are illusions… other aspects are
created and made real.” “Also, time does move linear - but not
always.”
“Most people think of
time as a timeline to run like a very straight river, every
thing moving forward with nothing going back up stream.” “I
think normally this is true.” “However, just like a stream there
are eddies and backwashes…at least that’s the sense of it I
have.” “Also, sometimes something dramatic happens that may
allow a person to travel back upstream… at least with their
non-ordinary self.”
“I also think
that time is a stream in each persons life that as it moves
forward in a linear fashion the stream itself moves and
fluctuates so that there are also many areas that it is folded
next to each other… much like a length of string that you can
ball up.” “The string is still unbroken and you if you were
small enough you could walk back and forth in either direction
without a break; but the time line just like the ball of string
you ball up as many areas that are in contact with each other.”
I seemed to
follow what Neo was saying pretty well, which confused me.
I said, “So far
I don’t see a paradox.”
Neo grinned,
and said, “For you and I, time seems to be moving forward?”
“Well doesn’t
it move forward?” “Just look at how we age, look at how time
changes the landscape?”
“Is our aging
process a sign of time going forward?” “Does time really change
the landscape, or do events such as weather cause the changes on
landscape?”
“I’m not sure
of what you mean,” I said.
“Most of the
way we judge time started with celestial events.” “Our Earth
travels around through a certain distance of space around our
sun.” “Our Earth travels at the same speed through the same
space around the sun consistently thereby setting in our minds a
consistent pattern which we label as a unit of time called a
year.”
Yes, “but we
have other consistent markers that show time is real and moves
consistently forward.”
“True, we have
the four seasons in the temperate areas of our planet, summer,
fall, winter, and fall; and at least two seasons in our
equatorial areas, the dry season and the monsoon season.”
“The seasons
are created by the tilting of our planet’s axis as it speeds
through its course around the sun.” “The tilting event of our
planet happens at a pace or speed if you will that is
consistent.” “Our minds notice that the seasons caused by the
tilting of the axis has an effect on the weather, the plants,
the animals and if we have more or less sunlight.”
“Well what
about the phases of the moon,” I asked”
Neo tilted his
head & started tapping his chin as he said, “Yes, the moon is
another celestial body that revolves around our planet at a
consistent pace has much influence on tidal movements and
biological processes.” “Our moon appears to wax and wane roughly
thirty sun-rises to sun-downs and our minds have latched on to
this as a unit of time.”
I wondered out
loud, “Didn’t we latch on to these celestial regularities
because it helped early man to know when to plant crops and to
hunt certain animals?”
Still tapping
his chin Neo said, “Yes creating units of time from the
consistent pace and position of various celestial events was
very useful.” “But, what would happen if our planet revolved
around the sun at an inconsistent pace and speed around the
sun.” “What would happen if all of the events that I just
mentioned still happened, but they became totally chaotic?”
I said, “It
would have chaotic unpredictable affects on the weather, and all
life on our planet as we know it.”
Neo shifted &
said, “Yes, the way we reckon time would change.”
“We all age
roughly at the same pace… we could reckon time accordingly.”
Neo looked
thoughtful.
“I suppose we
could do that, but there are some problems with that method.”
“There are huge discrepancies with how fast people age.” Some
people at the age of thirty appear to be in their fifties.” Neo
smiled slyly. He said, “A few people in their eighties or older
appear to be decades younger in both form and function.”
I thought I
would jump in with a brilliant idea, “We could use indicators
such the length that a man’s whiskers will grow in a day, in a
month, during the growing season of certain plants, during
the….” I realized that I could not follow that train of thought
because all of the markers that I relied on…even took for
granted no longer could be.”
Neo tilted his
head and looked at me with an expression on his face as if to
say, now you see the problem.”
Feeling foolish
I said, “I just realized that even the length of which a
person’s hair would grow differed among people so that’s an
indicator that can not be relied upon.” “I suppose that we would
all reckon time differently from each other.”
Neo just smiled
as he waved a dismissive hand, “That’s true, not only would we
all reckon time differently, as individuals we could reckon time
differently to a drastic degree depending on our situation or
experiences.”
Frowning I
said, “I am not sure I know what you mean?”
Neo look off to
his left and up as he rubbed his chin in a contemplative pose.
He let out a
long sigh. “Once in the gym, I over heard you and Harry telling
some of the other gym members of yer motorcycle trek across the
United States.”
Confused I
said, “Yeah, I’m not sure what that has to do with time.”
Neo said, “I’m
not finished… I heard you and Harry telling other people that on
many occasions you had been speeding on yer Honda at 120 miles
per hour.”
I said, “Yes,
sometimes I stayed at this speed for thirty minutes and at times
I even exceeded this speed” “What does that have to do with
time?”
Neo smiled,
“Good question.” “I heard you tell people that once you got use
to the speed, you felt like you were traveling at half the
speed.” “Is that correct?’
I said,
“Ah…yes… I remember how cool that was!” “It was the neatest
thing, when I got use to the speed, not only did it feel like I
was traveling at sixty miles per hour, but I felt that my
reflexes felt both slow and yet I could perform more movements
in the same space of time that would normally be too much for
me.”
Neo said, “In
thirty minutes ya travel about sixty miles and yet you felt like
ya were traveling at a speed of sixty miles per hour.” “You
perceptually slowed time down while you accelerated yer
responses.” “The point is time and speed in yer mind changed.”
Agreeable I
said, “That is true except that that does not change the actual
speed that I was traveling, nor does it change the speed of the
hands on a clock.”
Neo also being
agreeable, “That is true but those devices were created by us
because of our intellects need to have markers and devices to
measure time and all things that work within our perception of
time.”
“Our
perceptions came from relevant and consistent movement of
celestial bodies and the geological and biological events that
we observe on our planet which is strongly if not mostly
influence by the celestial bodies that we observe.”
“Then our
perceptions are usually adjusted to the devices we created based
on celestial movements and seasons.” “In fact I believe that
humans become very disturbed if their perceptions of time, space
or speed do not appear to correlate with the devices we created
then there would be psychological discomfort.”
I said, “Are you
saying without consistent biological, celestial, geological or
mechanical markers of time that time would not exist?”
Neo said, “I
don’t think time would exist for us the same way that it does
now.” “But I think time or at least events would still move
‘forward.’” “Glaciers would still form, move and melt.” Some
planets and moons would still revolve whether their movement was
consistent or not.” “We would still age.” “Animals and plants
would still be born, sprout, grow, procreate and then die.”
I wondered out
loud, “So how come I feel that time does exist?” “How come I
feel like there is a past, present and future?”
Neo emphasized,
“Because you feel like time exists.”
Perplexed I
said, “Wait a damn minute, Time will exists whether I believe it
or not.” “If I was to die…hell if all humans would die, animals
would still be born, grow, procreate, and die.” “Glaciers would
still form, move and melt.”
Neo looked
inward and said, “Do those events have anything to do with
time?” “Perhaps things or events will happen regardless if there
is a river of time or not.”
I was becoming
thoroughly intrigued with the half-formed possibilities that had
entered my mind.
I said, “Most
likely if no animals, plants, or humans existed geological
events would most likely still go on the way that they always
have along with the workings of celestial bodies.” “Perhaps it
is our thoughts that create, or add more possibilities to the
phenomena of time.”
Neo said, “Yes,
I think you are right.” “I think that plants, animals, and
people give added dimension to time.” “I think that the added
dimension is not merely perception but perhaps sometimes
possibly a transcendent tool.”
“I said, “I
honestly don’t know what you mean by a transcendent tool?”
Neo said, “In
the most primitive sense you transcended time when you rode yer
motorcycle at one hundred and twenty miles per hour – this
allowed you to perform more necessary movements per unit of
time.” “This number of movements at the high speed would
normally have been tough fer ya ta do if ya had been traveling
at half the speed; but you have used yer transcendent tool.”
“You moved at twice yer physical speed while traveling at half
yer normal marked time and you felt twice as
relaxed and half the stress and exertion ta do what you wanted.”
I said, “Are
you saying that time is depended on me?”
Neo said, “I
think time is independent of us, but for our purposes, very
dependent of us.” “Look at the Mayfly; it lives fer only
twenty-four hours once it changes from larvae to adult.” “How
would your perspective be if you only had a day to live as an
adult?”
I said, “I’d be
pissed that I was only given a day.”
He said, “Do
you think that you would reckon time differently?”
I said, “I
would be more appreciative of the time I had left.” “I would try
to cram my day with the most productive and enjoyable things I
could think of.”
Neo said,
“Yeah, I have no doubt that you would.” “What kind of world
would it be if we all lived the years we are given with that
sort of attitude?”
I said, “I
think it would be a better world.” “I suppose my life would be
more productive, more enjoyable.”
Neo said, “Do
you think that ya live yer life in the same way you said you
would if ya only had a day?”
I said, “I
sometimes try to live that way… but mostly, I don’t.”
He said, “How
come?”
I said, “I
guess because I get busy, distracted” “I suppose I always think
I can catch up in the future, or make up time… no pun intended.”
Neo snorted,
“Yeah, that’s the way most people operate.” “Imagine different
star systems…and imagine that these star systems that have
planets with intelligent life.”
“Okay.”
Neo said, “Now
imagine that each of these various planets with intelligent life
have celestial time markers just like we have, moons, other
planets in their solar systems, and a sun or more that they can
revolve around.”
Neo looked at
me intently as he finished making another cleft in a top branch
in the apple tree we were working in. He seemed to be checking
if I was taking all of these new thoughts in.
I suddenly
notice that as we were working that my mind had been so
engrossed in our conversation that I almost become unaware as to
where I was.
I said, “I can
imagine all that.”
Neo said,
“Imagine visiting a planet with people as intelligent as you
imagine us to be, or even more intelligent.” “How would you or
they reckon time if their planet yer on takes half the time of
our planet to revolve entirely around their sun?” “In addition,
their days are twice as long and their moon takes three times
longer to revolve around their planet.” “Do ya think this could
change yer perception or philosophy of time?”
I felt as if my
brain was beginning to cook and I said as much to Neo.
Neo said,
“Yeah, but what’s really going to cook yer bacon is that some of
these planets have multiple moons and two or three suns.” “Just
imagine what a bugaboo of a task that sentient beings on those
planets have trying to align all of the markers to create time
pegs which they could utilize to help them to increase their
chances of survival and to master their environment.” “One more
item before ya say anything…just think of the millions of
possible permutations of how a constellation of celestial bodies
can function around sentient beings living on their planet.”
Now my brain
was on over load.”
I said, “Neo, I
say we take a break and eat some food.”
I pointed at
the sun which had risen past the noonday position.
I said,
“Apparently, we have loss track of time.” “I bet its past one
p.m.”
Neo looked up
at the sun then looked around, “Yer right, it is about one”
We went to the
farmer’s porch to sit and relax in the shade. Neo opened the
cooler and tossed me a lunch he had made for me. The only thing
I had brought along was a few cans of Vienna sausages and a red
hot spicy burrito from Seven-Eleven.
He had made me
three hefty smoked salmon sandwiches with slices of avocados,
tomatoes added in with watercress leaves. He had put a certain
type of spread that he picked up at a deli which he said he
really favored. The bread was multi-grain with chopped nuts and
raisins mixed it.
Neo looked up
and said, “I took the liberty of making yer sandwiches the way I
like mine.” “I figured that since you had said that the only
thing you don’t like ta eat is okra…I was safe.”
“I was touched
that Neo would take the time to think of me and prepare me with
a days worth of food.”
I held up the
sandwich for inspection and I liked what I saw, “Wow… this is
one good looking sandwich Neo… thanks.”
Neo winked,
“Sure thing mate.”
I took a large
bite, it was absolutely delicious. He looked at me, his eyebrows
arching their inquiry.
I looked over, my
mouth occupied and I gave him a ‘hearty thumbs up’. He seemed
pleased that I loved the sandwich and commenced to tear into his
sandwiches.”
I asked, “You
don’t mind if we finish the discussion while we eat do you?”
Neo said, “I
don’t mind at all Vinny.” “Do ya think you would like to live
yer life like you experienced on yer motorcycle trip?”
I said, “I
think it would be great.”
He said, “Why
do you think it would be so great?”
I said, “I feel
if I could live like that all the time I would be living two to
four times more fully.”
Neo pondered,
“If you didn’t have clocks or any markers to measure time would
you feel like you live a longer life?”
I struggled for
the right choice of words to describe what I felt…(I still
struggle with the right choice of words).
I said, “I
don’t know if the word longer is the best word… I think I would
have felt like I lived longer during the motorcycle trips, but I
think a better word is I felt like I live more.” “I felt like I
experience twice as much in half the time that I normally do.”
“During those times… I mean experiences… I felt relaxed… not rushed
at all.”
Neo smiled. “Do
you notice that you often want to use the word time to explain
yer experiences?”
I said, “Yeah,
it feels like I should… and it feels like it is not quite right.”
He said, “If we
did not have the normal markers to measure time, how do you
think we would distinguish the past, presence, and future… or any
portion of what we call time?”
I chewed on my
sandwich as I tried to digest what we had chatted about and I
worried over the problem Neo presented me. Neo poured out some
cool mint tea into a mug and hand me the drink and then he pour
one for him self.
Neo
encouragingly said, “Take yer time Vinny.”
I pondered and
worked the problem as I finished the second half of my first
sandwich. Finally, I decided I was on to something.
I said, “I
think we can reckon time from our experiences or the
anticipation of our experiences.” “I think we kind of do that
now.”
Neo looked
pleased, for what I did not know. He made a sign encouraging me
to continue.
I volunteered,
“I think it is our memories which we use to measures the past.”
“I think that maybe we are our memories.”
He said, “Yes,
a good portion of what we are--is our memories of all of our
experiences.” “What about present time, or the future?” “How do
we… how do you reckon both the present and the future?”
I said, “I
guess we reckon the present by what we are doing and feeling
now.”
Neo said, “And now, and now… and now… and now… and so on.” “How about the
future?”
I said, “I
think the future is reckoned by what we anticipate, our plans
and dreams.”
Neo agreed,
“Yeah, I think yer right.” “So what do you think about the
future…what determines the future?”
I wondered, “Is
it predetermined?”
He said, “I
think the future is not predetermined… I think it is determined
by our past experiences, what we feel and think now.” “I think
where we decide to go from where we are determines the future.”
Neo smile and
said, “Yes… what we decide to do from now, and now… and now… and
now…and so on determines how the future will turn out.”
I said, “What about
unforeseen events that cause unpredictable things?” “Good
things… bad things?”
Neo said, “Well
what ever happens good or bad you will go from their which at
that time will be now and from there you will go from now and
now… and so forth.” “It’s all up to us.”
I said, “So how
is it that I have sometimes dreamed about future events that
have come true?” “I could see how the brain could extrapolate
potential events… but people, places & conversations?”
Neo asked,
“What do you think?”
I admitted, “I
am confused… if we agree the future is not predetermined, how is
it possible to have glimpses of the future?” “I mean you did
seem to agree that you thought we could get glimpses… am I
correct?
Neo smiled at my use of ‘am I correct’— his
favorite question.”
He said, “Yes,
I do believe that we have glimpses of the future & yes I do
believe that the future is not predetermined.” “What may really
rock yer world is I believe that the past is not written in
stone.” “But let’s focus on yer question about us seeing
glimpses of the future.”
I said, “How is
it that we can see glimpses of the future?”
He said,
“Remember I said that time is often like a river & a string all
balled up with many places touching?”
I said, “Yes, I
remember.
He said, “Sometimes many future events are touching
where you are at now… or rather where yer consciousness during
dream states is hovering.”
The concept
that Neo was proposing, if I was correct… was that the stream of
time was at times folded & touching close enough
so that during dream states, or other types of non-ordinary
states seeing a future that had already happen.”
Frustrated I
wondered, “That concept is hard to grasp.” “First you say that
the future is not predetermined; then you say that we can
sometimes see the future events that have not happened,” “How
can we sometimes see the future that is not predetermined.”
Neo looked
thoughtful as he was chewing on another sandwich.
He laughed &
said, “What will really fry yer brain is that is because in
another way the future has happened…. in fact I think several
time lines will happen… have happened.” “Look at the tree.” “It
starts with a trunk & goes in one direction, then it branches
off in different directions & then those branches branch off in
even more directions & so on.”
My mind was
reeling.
I said, “How in
hell could we have many possible future time lines?”
“I think when
people are at a crossroads in their lives, something where they
may be on the fence with making a major life decision… where they
have an epiphany which could be the cause of time split.”
He asked, “What
the devil are you talking about?”
I said, “I’m
saying that I believe it is possible that when you go to a
crossroad in life, you could split.” “You could go in one
direction, but another part of yer consciousness goes in another
direction; living a life just as full & as real as the Vinny
here is living.” “Sometimes the Vinny here senses the split just
as I imagine the Vinny the split from you may also sense.”
Neo’s thoughts
intrigued me, but I could not help again to wonder if he
suffered from some sort of mental delusions.
Neo saw the
look on my face and this amused him.
Smugly Neo
said, “Well, it is only my opinion.” “Al Einstein also
entertained these thoughts.”
I chided Neo &
asked, “Is this where you got this idea from?”
Neo smartly
said, “No, lots of people have entertained these thoughts
because they have felt this split.”
“Admit it… you
have felt it once or twice also.”
Begrudgingly I
said, “Well… I thought that maybe I had for a split second… but I
never really believed it.” ‘It’s just too nuts.”
Neo said, “What
do you think about Einstein entertaining these thoughts?”
I said,
“Well… Einstein can get away with it.”
Neo asked,
“Why?”
I said, “Well
because Einstein is famous for being smart on matters concerning
time.”
Neo asked, “So
Einstein is allowed to entertain such thoughts & we shouldn’t
dare.”
I said, “I
guess that is silly when you think about it.”
A rogue thought
caught my attention about the concept of splitting time.
Excitedly I
said, “Shit, if it is possible for time to split… for us to split
& follow separate time lines, then this would mean that I could
conceivable have more than one past since I was born.”
Neo said,
“Yeah, it really gets dicey, doesn’t it?” “That does not include
the belief of reincarnation.”
I said, “You
mentioned that the past was not entirely written in concrete –
is this why?”
Neo warned,
“No, I said, that yer past was not necessarily fixed because I
believe it is possible to change it.”
“You mean
change history,” I asked?
Neo said,
“Yeah, kind of… but not in the way yer thinking.” “Just your
history can be changed, & the less you try to change the easier
or more likely it is ta happen.”
Confused I
said, “Could you give me an example?”
Neo said,
“Sure. Basically, if you want to change one incident… let’s say
an unpleasant meeting between you & another person which may
have caused you a minor problem.” “This would be easier to
change instead of going back & changing your entire history so
that the you who is here now will be magically wealthy &
educated & so on.”
Intrigued I
said, “Does a person travel to the past or future in his
physical body?”
Neo leaned
forward & emphatically said, “I personally can’t cite an
incident where a person’s physical body travels in time, at
least not without the use of a vortex or some outside
influence.”
My mind
spinning I asked, “What do you mean by vortex or outside
influence?”
Neo with slow
patience said, “Some vortexes are areas on the planet where
during certain times can sometimes act as portals to the past,
future, or to other places & dimensions.” It is through these
vortexes that supposedly your physical body can travel through.”
“These vortexes exist throughout the universe, & many are on
this planet in places such as Sedona, Arizona & Gold Hill
Oregon.” “Generally vortexes are strong electromagnetic &
gravitational forces that are thought to be caused by the
intersection of the earth’s ley lines.”
I said, “Shit,
I have never heard of ley lines.” I just want to know… are you
telling we can travel in this way?”
Neo continued,
“I have never done this, nor have I ever known anyone that has
ever traveled that way.” “There are stories that ya hear about &
read about.” “I can’t confirm or deny if this type of travel is
factual.” “Traveling forward or backwards in time or to other
dimensions, realities, & distances with yer non-ordinary body I
believe is possible.” “It is with yer non-ordinary body that you
can travel ta make changes on yer present body or reality.”
“Within reason,” he
added.
Wondering I
asked, “How is it that our consciousness can travel in time, or
influence time?”
Neo explained,
“Because even though time may operate out of our consciousness,
but also our consciousness is part of time” “Being part of time
gives us the chance to influence time.
Finished with
our lunch we decided to get back to the trees.
After another
hour the farmer comes out with pot full of bones with scraps of
meat on them. All of his dogs came running up to him barking, &
eager for the meaty bones. The farmer spilled the pot of scraps
in a pile on to the ground. The dogs rushed in madly for the
bones. The alpha dog, the mastiff-Staffordshire mixed growl,
nipped at the other dogs & they let him move in first for his
first choice. It appeared as if he grabbed one of the choice
bones that was larger & meatier than the others. He grabbed it &
sauntered over to a spot under a maple tree.
As soon as the
alpha dog moved away from the pile, the other dogs started
scrapping & scrabbling for their bones while we were grafting on
the scions. The wannabe alpha dog ran in snarling & nipping &
grabbing what he wanted.
Instead of
sauntering off to a good spot like the alpha dog had done, he
laid down near the pile while he tried to scarf down the bone he
picked, the other dogs tried to come in for the morsels of their
choice. The dog spent more time trying to keep the other dogs
away from the bones. When one would sneak in to grab one this
selfish dog would rush over to take away the spoils. Sometimes
as he was taking a scrap away from one dog, another dog or two
would sneak in & grab scraps for themselves. The selfish dog
would then rush over to the other dogs & bully them for their
scraps.
The lesser dogs
kept him so busy chasing them down & stealing back the bones
that he could scarcely eat.
The alpha dog
calmly finished his meal & then he trotted over to the pile &
grabbed another of the choicest pieces & back to the shade he
went with his prize.
The other dogs
kept number two harried while they managed to also get their
fill.
I found the
entire dog show amusing as hell.
“What a greedy
bastard,” I said. “He is so worried that the other dogs are
getting something that he isn’t that he is unable to enjoy a
meal.”
Neo stretched &
laughed.
Neo smiled &
said, “There is another lesson for the subject of time.”
“How in the
hell do you figure that,” I asked?
Neo stretching
his arms against the tree said, “There is only so much time that
we can use.” “How we use it will determine how well we do in
life.” “Look at the dogs.” “The big alpha male is not stressed.”
“He directly goes for what he wants & focuses on the task at
hand.” “He calmly attends to his needs.” “When he was done with
his meal, he simply moved directly to get more of what he wanted
& did not concern himself with what the other dogs had or not.’
Neo explained
further, “The dog who is second in command has been misspending
his time by racing around trying to grab up everything, worrying
about what the others have.” “The poor dog doesn’t think that he
could never eat all of the meat himself, but instead just takes
what the other dogs have.” “As you can see they are managing to
eat when he is preoccupied with one of the others.”
He said, “In
one way or another, many people are like the second in command,
or like the others spending more time than the like scrabbling
to hold own what they have worked for.”
“Many people
live like the Beta dog at times & during other times they live
like the lesser dogs.” “Very few people get into the position of
alpha.”
I said, “Don’t
you have to be the smartest or the strongest to live like an
alpha dog?”
Neo added, “Or
if you’re not the smartest or strongest, you can be the most
realistic, & direct in getting what you want out of life & that
is the best use of your time.” “That is more important than
worrying about traveling in time.
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& PEACE;
His Version of The Matrix
MEMORIES OF MY FATHERS
ZEN & THE ART OF RESISTANCE
TRAINING:
A Yogic & Scientific Approach To Weight
Lifting
ZEN & THE BIOLOGY OF
TRANSCENDENCE:
The First Matrix of Psychic
Phenomena
ZEN & THE ART OF KINESIOLOGY:
The Yogic & Scientific
Approach To Movement
ZEN & YOUR ENERGY SYSTEMS
ZEN & VARIOUS ASPECTS OF
TRAINING
HOMEPAGE TO VINCE'S GYM
HOMEPAGE |
