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I’ve noticed that every morning I seem to be waking up with new pieces. I notice new things. So many thoughts that up until now I must have turned a blind eye to. Was i noticing them at all? Were they there in any form, or was I seeing them and looking through them. That is a bad path to start your brain off with first thing in the morning. If I never noticed or thought about something before that moment, was it always there and I just never noticed it? I am sure that must be the case. However, that means that we have perceptive filters on our awareness. Only when we start removing those filters to we start noticing new things. But, there must be a mechanism for doing this, for removing these filters.

Filters seem like the right word for them as well. We use filters for only one thing, to block out one thing from going to another location. We filter out light with cloth or solids, stop the waves of light from passing through, or being altered in some way to dim them. What would the anti-filter for a light wave be? If we assume that the light is already being filtered. Would it be moving beyond our atmosphere? The vacuum of space though has a large volume of molecules blocking some amount of the light. What would happen if those were pushed to one side or another in the same way blinds are parted in my bedroom when i wake up?

What would someone see looking through that vacancy? What would raw unfiltered sunlight look like? But in the same way the more interesting idea is that of ideas themselves. What is the filter we have in place of a new idea. When you are a child and first think of a novel idea, one you have never been exposed to, what was the filter in that idea’s way? The filter exists in some form since the idea you thought of has already been thought of before. (Most likely) But you have never thought of the idea before this very moment, so what was in it’s way. Since I’ve already thought about it before you, it existed, but not for you. You found the idea, and realized it existed, but the idea itself existed before now. So is the source of idea’s the person who tells you the idea? In that case, to find new ideas, we have to go to the people who are telling things to us that no one has ever said. Those people are the ones with ideas. Maybe they are right, maybe they are wrong, but they are new. New to you and new to other people as well. Removing a filter (right or wrong) is still a filter moved out of the way. It still brings us closer to the raw sunlight.

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I woke up this morning and one cell in my shoulder had woken up more than the rest.  It wasn’t anything that you would normally notice.  I had dreams of movement and energy that I can’t quite put together.  I had moments of seeking bikes and long sleds and movement.  I dreamt of halls with large roofs and selling goods.  Music on old pianos and ringing noises of sound.  The last thing i remember was eating sugar and fruit.

I’m awake now and I can feel a single point smaller than a pinhead in my shoulder.  It seems more alive and awake than the rest of my body.  Laying her, i can almost feel it moving on it’s own.  Like an animal in my shoulder asking to be let free. The rest of my body feels the same as it always does.  One point of energy being asked to move forward and be let out.  How do we know what each cell is doing, and can one cell have taken all of the energy of my dream in and be ready to transmit that to the waking world?

Why can’t we move our energy into a single cell, and burn that cell like fire through the day to carry out more than the rest of the body does.  If we focus enough on the single cell, will the rest synchronize up to the one operating at a higher level and become a harmony of will and energy.  There doesn’t seem to be any reason to think that I can’t move that one part of my body into some sort of alignment with my waking mind.

Maybe the cell is still asleep and dreaming of moving, and feeding on the food of my dreams.  If so, does that part of my body will remember my dream, when the rest of my body slowly forgets?  Is there some tie between my dream movement and noise, and the single cell that woke up too far?