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Is consciousness the fall of man
Are Your Thoughts Bound By Time
Core Idea💭:
The concept of God as I have always said before As I talked about using the restroom eating, walking how there is intentionality in it, when it comes to the Arts, music and the intentionality is what draws us closer to the DIVINE. The concept, knowledge of of God has been debated for quite a while for a very long time and the more we intentionally bring such topics to the public the more it is appreciated..
SHORT POEM/ PROSE/ SHORT WRITE UP🔊:
The Original Language
Before there were words, before eyes separated color from light, before time split the Now into past and future there may have been a kind of primordial unity.
A state where perception wasn’t fragmented.
Where sound, light, touch, thought all poured from the same source.
Not categories. Not boundaries.
Just experience.
Is that not what synesthesia whispers to us?
That underneath all this careful categorization “This is red.” “That is loud.” the truth might be that everything is entangled. Every note has color. Every color hums. Every hum carries meaning.
Synesthesia may be a memory of the universe before it knew it was separate.
"Where Everything Was Everything"
Children sometimes draw sounds.
They feel emotions as weather.
They believe the sun can smile and that time has a flavor.
We often grow out of it.
But what if that wasn’t immaturity?
What if that was closer to the truth?
A truth that evolution trimmed down for efficiency.
A truth that still lives quietly in the minds of poets, mystics, synesthetes and sometimes, in us all, for a brief moment. Like when a piece of music brings tears and you don’t know why. Or when the color of a sunset makes you feel like you’ve been here before.
From Unity to Division and Back Again
Maybe consciousness, as it evolved, had to divide the world to survive.
To name things.
To distinguish threat from safety.
To draw lines.
But now, as we reach back toward understanding ourselves psychologically, spiritually, scientifically we’re circling back.
Back to unity.
Back to the idea that the universe is not made of things, but relationships.
Not matter, but music.
And in that symphony, synesthesia is not the error it’s the echo of the original harmony.
So... Is It?
Yes. Or at least maybe.
Maybe synesthesia is the original language.
A forgotten tongue where light, sound, number, emotion, and memory were all just different dialects of the same truth.
Where everything was everything
Because everything still is.
It’s just that most of us have forgotten how to listen.
BOOKS 📚:
The Holy Bible.
Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari
The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley
