woodrabbit wrote:Anthropologist Jeremy Narby:
So here are people without electron microscopes who choose, among some 80,000 Amazonian plant species, the leaves of a bush combining a hallucinogenic brain hormone, which they combine with a vine containing substances that inactivate an enzymee of the digestive tract which would otherwise block the halucinogenic effect. And they do this to modify their conciousness. It's as if they knew about the molecular properties of plants AND the art of combining them, and when one asks them how they know these things, they say their knowledge comes directly from (the voice the) the hallucinogenic plants.
Woodrabbit -
That is the bicameral mind at work.
"We are/were smarter than we think".
Selfconsciousness and the I/Thou intellectual watershed destroyed a lot of awareness.
This, of course was ceaselessly pursued by politicians/priests/agents of commerce in their goal of physically possessing the entire output and lives of the general population.
They have succeeded.
But the roots and bones of the bicameral are still there, encoded in our genes.
Simply put, intense negative cultural pressure - including warfare and genocide - has been brought to bear on those who "think" bicamerally.
We all have the potential, but lack the development.
Simple example from this morning.
I get up around 5 AM, and the first thing I do is brew a mug of tea and go out on the front deck of my house, which faces the small valley I live in, to greet the dawn and drink my tea. So I go out this morning, in the half-light, and the first thing I hear is crow-talk. Loud crow-talk.
Now you must understand that my understanding of crow-talk is not words in English happening in my brain, but something way more direct.
But I have to use words to describe this.
What the crows were yelling was
"Owl, owl
Get the owl,
Chase the owl away,
Bad owl,
Bad owl".
And so forth.
Now, I will reiterate that the crow-talk did not happen in me as words,
But as direct and clear communication
And not to sound to freakin' far out,
Inter-species communication on top of it.
Sure enough, not a minute later, a Great Horned Owl
Broke out of the cedar trees just West of my house
And headed East, down the valley,
Pursued by dive bombing crows.
Now, for me,
This is not an event of divine visitation, but
A daily conversation with the world,
That plain, that simple.
I can only imagine what it would be like if
I had a fully cognizant bicameral mind.
hoka hey
john
"Man is a marvellous curiosity. When he is at his very, very best he is sort of a low-grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."
Mark Twain