And he who employs aright these memories is ever being initiated into perfect mysteries and alone becomes truly perfect. But, as he forgets earthly interests and is rapt in the divine, the vulgar deem him mad, and rebuke him; they do not see that he is inspired… he would like to fly away, but he cannot; he is like a bird fluttering and looking upward and careless of the world below; and he is therefore thought to be mad.-Plato in the Phaedrus
Gamma synchrony is the brain unfolding its wings, striving inward and outward and creating new connections, the apex of consciousness. Top-down and bottom-up babbles between the organs of the brain phase into a coordinated strobe like the mesmerizing pulse of a cuttlefish and magic happens. We seem to, in an instant, escape the tomb of flesh, soggy in its bathtub like Archimedes, and shout “Eureka!” as our tremulous wings catch a wind and an exuberant strength and burst us up and out of the cloud of unknowing.
But is the Aha! moment creation or revelation? Is it possible to be both?
Gamma synchrony is the special state attained by Buddhist monks during meditation yet it is also used to identify schizophrenic activity. The difference is spontaneity- the schizophrenic experiencing synchrony sees synchronicity spontaneously and pervasively. Trust me, I know. The monk attains it confidently and purposefully, and the thinker- scientist, musician, artist, etc. alike- attains it like a gift, as the fruit of the gnarled tree of pain and sacrifice; it is the distillation of hours and hours of study, practice, or experimentation into a new conception, a perfect theory, word, name, sound or figure.
And is this not the fruit of the tree of life? Does the Yggdrasil of evolution, the phylogenetic tree, not have hanging at its extremities the fractal singularities of the universe observing and cogitating itself- the sweet juice of human thought and attention adorned with the fuzz of gamma wave vibrations?
And does the anthropic principle not suggest that the fruit of the tree is necessary, if for nothing else our very own existence? Doesn’t it suggest that the roots are both nurtured and gnawed on by the tides of modality, the subtle dragon creating pain and entropy throughout the cosmos in order for the clash of life to beget something of real substance? And what flows through the arteries of the tree? Through the xylem and phloem pulse, up and down, from earth to heaven, the currency of the universe- our very souls in their ascents and descents. The water of Aquarius, held in a jug by the monk, swum in by the schizo, cried out in ecstasy by those channeling the muses of science and art, and baptized in by the mystic.
And what is a fruit but an engine of life, meant to store and spread seed, to excite and implant? Our bodies are entangled across the cosmos with the roaring atom-factories that are stars and twisted together by the black holes with their deafening hums. So, also, the individual creative moment is an involution into the entire collective consciousness and is entangled with every striving of humanity in its infinite detail. The memory of one is entangled with the memory of all.
The Sephir Yetzirah, The Book of Creation, expounds the aha! moment as both revelation and creation. Indeed, an enlightenment is described as having 3 parts corresponding to three nodes, or Sephirot, on the Kabbalistic tree of life. It begins with an oscillation between Binah and Chockmah consciousness. These are the mother and father of consciousness. Just as the reticular activating system seems to stabilize the noisy traffic of our brain into stable gamma states, so the soul must stabilize itself amidst the influx of Understanding and Wisdom, between the river of choate, effable, profane knowledge and the sea of inchoate, ineffable, mystic force.
The third stage is absorption- the conscious assimilation into practice of revelation, requiring a death of the old. Just like the senescent stem of a fruit dies as the fruit attains pubescence, so does the work not end with joining the choir of creation mentally- with the birth of an idea. The idea must be circumscribed in material, brought to life in its particulars by the death of other particulars. By transforming into memory- given form, a name, a loci and life in the profane world after delivery from the hand of Prometheus. This is Da’at, the quasi-Sephiroth of Knowledge. In it is death and life, good and evil- for all bringing into being, into actuality, requires the parsing and death of arrays of possibility. This is where the schizophrenic flounders- for the mystic incorporates revelation of Truth into teaching and thinkers under the aegis of the various muses into their corpus of work. The eunoic schizo sees all, but in understanding everything sees nothing.
And in referring to the schizophrenic, I’ve been mainly referring to the eunoic schizo- the one muttering and exclaiming in ridiculous associations, seemingly tapping into a structureless void of thought and perceptions that don’t compute. Often times great thinkers brush up against this strange attractor, a Charybdis met after wrestling with the Scylla of the profane mind. Kurt Gödel, after revolutionizing axiomatic logic and writing a proof of God using modal logic, starved himself to death in mental turmoil. Georg Cantor named the cardinals of infinity and wound up in the ward several times.
It is my belief that Creation, the Origin, echoes throughout spacetime and uncoils from the tight ball of perfect symmetry throughout the entangled cosmos into the conceptual space and its precipitates of conscious beings. Through revelation we join the choir of Creation. How else are possible worlds birthed but by conscious endeavor of thinking beings navigating the stormy seas of chaotic material?
“The Talmud states ‘Who is wise? He who perceives the future.’ This is because Wisdom is the pure mind force that transcends time. On the level of Wisdom, past, present, and future have not yet been separated.”Aryeh Kaplan- Sefir Yetzirah: The Book of Creation
The transactional interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that there is a backward-in-time information flow in the universe that is a part of every physical transaction. So, not only are physical particles entangled in space, but possible worlds are entangled in time- each transaction is a doorway into a branching of worlds. As the universe expands from nothing into something, the beginning is intertwined with all possible endings. This could be seen as a maternity ward of worlds, dubbed Pre-Spacetime by physicist Ruth Kastner that exists outside of spacetime. A world of pure information- a software to our hardware. Is this what has been speaking to me? Is it alive?