Arriving too soon with ideas the world isn’t quite ready to allow into their realm of existence thankfully hasn’t stopped those who simply couldn’t just stop.
There is that five-years old within each of us that must continue to ask “Why?” simply because there is so much still to learn.
The impossible must be chased. What is nonsensical must be dug into even for just a smidget of understanding.
Should suggesting something impossible or nonsensical merit belittling doubt?
Who would have thought that by just thoroughly washing your hands after working on cadavers in another room before helping a mother deliver in another could be the answer to saving lives?
I wonder how many more lives continued to be lost until pride went down and someone finally took onto following the suggestions of Dr. Semmelweis.
A man who just wanted his colleagues to listen, who then suffered from psychological distress and depression from the rejection of the medical community, who then died from his own bacterial wounds from being beaten in an asylum where he was placed into.
I imagine this to be like the dark basement of Chateu d’if in my ultimate favorite movie, The Count of Monte Cristo.
I wonder how many know of how this man’s life ended, how he was thanked for his impossibleand nonsensical germ theory.
“What? What are you saying? You’re talking too fast again.” Says those around who kindly are trying to tell you that you aren’t making any sense to them.
By the time I had dropped off my third child to her first week in school, I was much better at at first standing by my child’s line to eventually just watching from a distance to see my children walk the rest of their way to their classroom.
One of my earliest, unforgettable memories as I stood by, was listening to my oldest tell his classmates to “Get in lion!” Yes, lion not line.
I recall beaming quietly to myself as I observed my dearest son trying to delegate order, perhaps I being the only one understanding that my dear child picked up “lion” instead of line from a learning show he watched, “Read Between the Lions”.
Who cares that he understood line as lion. I understood him, I thought. He is so incredibly amazing! I thought further. He is just ahead of their time. I adamantly claimed to myself.
The show had recently come out. Too soon for other primary students to connectively grasp. Forgive them for they know no better, I went on talking to myself.
Having gone through what I have referred to as my training days in life, I see now that I quietly placed the same defense mechanism on my children.
The difficulty in getting others to move with you, at times, is the understanding gap along with convincing others to follow.
I saw the frustration in my son in getting others to adhere. He will have to work out so many more of these types of moments, my heart told me, as I refrained to intervene.
Since I can remember, I have lacked clarity and brevity but like going back into my dreams to face and defeat any monster trying to scare me, in life, I have had to defeat many monsters the same trying to take the heart, the mind, the body, and the spirit down.
You must.
There has to continue a lot of forgiveness incessantly happening within, those whispers within yourself and those pats on the back that inner sole support gives you whenever there is a sense of pullback from moving forward.
You forgive yourself unstoppably for being not just misunderstood but many times, not understood at all.
Even more, you forgive those around you because the flesh is said to be weak, the mind, transforming.
All others work busily first to understand themselves. Your focus is the lamp on your own feet and the light onto your own path.
It is not to anyone else’s responsibility to help you understand your thoughts and actions. Each accountably have their own.
I recall many years ago staring at one student’s grade for a long time, stepping away at times to let the mind work itself into peace upon a final decision for me to make.
Although I knew this student and the family before he ever entered my classroom, unfortunately, when absences started to frequent, academic performance began to have negative impact.
This student, had attendance not been a factor, surely would have had no difficulty in completing graded assignments and assessments.
Final grading arrived. There was a computer-configured “C” staring back at me, not a B or a possible A next to this student’s name.
I knew this child’s potential could have easily reached so much higher had attendance not impactfully been a factor to fully comprehend missed lessons and graded assignments.
I thought back to all the “C” grades I had received in my life, having attended one school after another, hardly giving any teacher a chance to clearly know my academic capabilities.
Even those straight As in 8th grade given me may have consisted with a few mercy giving from a few teachers, seeing I had left the school to be placed into my neighborhood school only to be returned back.
A great portion of the rest, from 1st to my senior year, I recall just going through the motions.
I owned every consequence nonetheless. My parents had other worries.
By the time I was in high school, I saw the difference in my performance to receive an A versus that average C, basically showing up and doing minimum.
Knowing the difference has allowed me to own up to my actions to this day.
Speaking at my senior commencement had no attachment to academic excellence. That went to the valedictorian.
Speaking as president of my academy at the same stage Kenny G came back to privately play on was purely due to my blessed role my dear classmates voted me into.
While college exposed me presumed power to help one advance or the try to deter or discourage another, teachers up to high school didn’t hesitate to give me the grade I truly earned. After all, most times I could hardly keep up with which school I would be attending yet alone what classes I’d be in and when.
I hardly had any stability to focus in school. Motivation depended on many push and pull factors before I’d even step into school each day. Thankfully, the beauty of the mind is that even when sleeping or absent, processing continues nonetheless.
Whether my ideas were coming from out of nowhere because I was hardly present or simply, I made no sense, I always told myself the only person who needed to understand was me.
Day in. Day out. Now, to my golden years, I have acquired much music to dance to in my head to tune out the looks of confusion.
One must.
I left that student’s grade at a C. I could not allow myself to create a belief within the child that a C performance would result a B grade in life.
On the other hand, a C grade defines no one as average, either. This one the child would have to discover on their own.
What is fed into one’s belief must be shielded from within. Those firewalls must always be on guard. Within.
At high scope, the difficulty of ignoring the views of others can cause wreckage (I wanted to say, wreckening, but as I have run into this red-line many times before, the word has yet to exist) and distractions to the forward movement.
On another scope, the shortest distance from one point to another is straight. Others may well be obstacles getting in the way.
That silent energy inside that just carries on with you until perhaps the quiet no longer can be sustained is the good disease that metastasizes inside.
When the overflow of energy takes the soul hostage, all the “too soons” take chance at anyone else out in the universe to grasp hold with them what the mind wants to share.
When those moments arrive, others don’t necessarily have to completely understand. They just have to respectfully believe. That token of support and praise is like water to one’s mind running beyond comprehensible limitations.
When that happens, perhaps even just two, create a fusion of the “too soon” that together, create a stronger catalytic energy to connect with, this time, a charge to making the thought into action.
Money moves the mountains. Only because we need a value of exchange for goods. Yes? And, yet, was it the energy fed that led to the movement?
When ideas are too early, the difficulty is not to keep the belief going of the thoughts created within. It is in the conveyance of those thoughts for others to fully grasp to arrive at being supported.
How can a mind stop and ignore the growing voices inside when such energy overflows out?
Unfortunately, the mind that imaginatively creates cannot be helped by those who can only await fruition of what has yet to be fully understood.
As we know, faith is something hoped for of what has yet to be seen. Well, the “too soons” need to have what Gary Owens remarks, strong prayer warriors, as the fruit not only buds but ripens.
Before you know it, while the idea is still great but needs more time to perfect, the funding around runs low. Or, is it in actuality, faith and belief tied with funding runs low? Yes?
I turn back to the book, We Do Things Differently by Mark Stevenson, to recall my favorite inspirational note, If you want to know how one succeeds, ask someone who has no choice.
When the mind gives itself no other choice, there is only one to choose.
Demis Hassabis said something along the line of how he would still continue working on some form of artificial intelligence even if all were to stop due to his long passion for it.
You must. And, thank you.
Still, we can only watch all these microchipped-munks life-lined by GPUs grow and develop before us during this quite fast-growing but yet, infantile phase.
Spectators paid for a show and if all that one sees on the side is a continued promise, even with a little spark here and there, the dissatisfaction of not seeing the ultimate fireworks or witnessing the unfortunate duds, leaves the crowd of watchers no longer excited.
Yay becomes meh becomes bleh.
There can be no reverse growth here if one agreement, we need to accept. The children have already been birthed. It is only a matter of time before we see which will become the AIrbender. Order of birth determines no level of success or victory placement.
I recall learning about the A123 battery. Something nerve-pinching to think ultimately selling out due to eventually no one within wanting to support the process after tripped hurdles.
To those around, the idea to arrive at great and continued success was just too soon to where funds ran out.
Intellectual properties sold following eventual forced surrender that led to the outside realm for the too soon to have continued financial backing within.
Unfortunately, visions do not have a clear deadline as to its full completion. While the growing idea is there, it’s like a child that can only be guided and directed until full maturation.
All those around can only conjecture as to what could make be of what is actually growing into fruition.
Details stay within the architect and the engineer. Onlookers can only await for the final product of what is hoped as smooth entanglement.
AI and quantum demonstrating a merengue entanglement dance together. Which one leading, who is to be so sure?
Entertainingly, I heard the word entanglement spoken by many after a public dramatic relationship episode, that which by the way, I believe, caused the word to expose itself. Brilliant energy at its finest.
Putting the drama aside, I smiled to think that the very word demonstrated its own definition by its way out to publicity. Had that dramatic incident never taken place for social spectators to hear of the word, I should suggest a hunch that such scientific term perhaps would cease to be a present spark of major curiosity for the world to break down into meaning.
Now, I am enthralled by the many dissection of the very word, entanglement, another word I realize I may have already begun to understand so early on as a child but never knew had a name.
To impact the happening of something not physically connected. Positive vibes. Negative vibes. Karma. Coincidence. Fate. Chemistry. And, so forth. The, what I’ve loved to connect to as the Star Wars Jedi knights’ command, “Use the force!”
A force that can be directed. A force at great levels of energy that may evidently be directing itself to direct.
Which direction we follow, thankfully, is individual choice.
What I have noted as training days to me, entanglement dually works with entrainment.
All of this I most recently viewed and listened to in its best explanation by A Changed Mind leader, David Bayer.
I have spoken about the infiltration of the mind, something I acknowledged early on with my learnings in psychology.
I observe in life the mind to be powerful and weak at the same time. So much potential but mostly being driven at speed limit mainly due to fear.
The pathways can change within a long run. And, because of following speed limits, changes in the past may have stealthily been happening for years.
Odd to perspectively understand, but think about, sadly, psychotherapists now versus those in the past.
You don’t have to compare a lot of viewpoints to see the narratives changing in front of us.
While I point one finger at you, three fingers point back at me. That was self-reflection back in the day.
There is no need to mention the scope of narratives changing. The array is still expanding as we speak.
Did the changes of perspective just naturally happen? Or, were the transformations of the mind organic?
Was it through the ease of entertainment of what was allowed in the mind the entrainment where change found its foundation?
Psychotherapists were once just students themselves, exposed to issues of this world, that, as young minds, led to narratives of how flawed former generations were. Where, in no doubt, our flaws have only continued our many pursuits to eventually get anything and everything simultaneously right.
Our minds were made to solve problems hence it dies when there is nothing for it left to solve. Thus, do we not search for problems all around? And, even if not really a problem, can we not ingeniously make any as so?
From the limited minds to the most expansive ones, do we not all consume, create, initiate some sort of problem?
If and when you get surround the heart of good spirits, does not the impacted mind lead the body to follow in ways all of a sudden thought as natural?
Unbeknownst to the conscious mind, subliminal infiltrations were at work already for some time.
It is natural for many to own a phone in their pocket to get out and search for answers now. Exponentially years back, not even anyone in a room just trying to create the very first computer was thinking of the World Wide Web. (At least that too soon wasn’t openly talking yet.)
Let us understand, however, issues of this world infiltrates inward before exposed outward.
All it takes is a little tweak here and a little more over there, quietly within time, and before you know it, minds change to actions changing, to the world seeing and acting differently.
Universal entanglement.
Until, of course, the ramifications aren’t so pretty and finally the whispers of, Wait. This doesn’t feel right! finally energizes the inner voice to question this aloud to all listening.
Dial and call universal entrainment.
What if, just what if, we dialed now into entrainment, however?
How could that change our entanglements?
A few decades into the infiltrations we are in power to create, that organic change would just be natural. Yes?
Too soon?
