TO UNDERSTAND IS TO PERCEIVE PATTERNS from Jason Silva on Vimeo.
To Understand is to Perceive Patterns
“The bible for this lifeform is Paul Stamet’s Mycelium Running. The book begins with a discussion of what Stamets calls the mycelial archetype. He compares the mushroom mycelium with the overlapping information-sharing systems that comprise the Internet, with the networked neurons in the brain, and with a computer model of dark matter in the universe. All share this densely intertwingled filamental structure. Stamets says, “I believe that the mycelium operates at a level of complexity that exceeds the computational powers of our most advanced supercomputers. I see the mycelium as the Earth’s natural Internet, a consciousness with which we might be able to communicate.” Stamets has also authored the identification guide, Psilocybin Mushrooms of the World.
By adjusting the settings of consciousness with psychedelics, I submit a myceliation of consciousness itself occurs. Coming up on psilocybin mushrooms, when I’m quiet, and paying attention, I see-hear-feel the neuronal network lighting up, and millions of new connections branching out, and they look-sound-feel like filaments, impossibly fine filaments in a wavy glow. And sometimes when consciousness soars outside of what it ordinarily considers itself to be (private ego identity bounded by a skull bowl and embedded in baseline reality/perception settings) it witnesses itself connecting at warp speed to a shared vast sentient datafield.”
- Google and the Myceliation of Consciousness
just saw Paul give a lecture at COSM last weekend. love his ideas. i think he may be onto something. for the next few days i kept thinking about how we look up at the night sky wondering if we will ever make contact with an alien intelligence, and all along that intelligence may be right below our feet.
You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.
Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
— D.H. Lawrence