Vineeto to Andrew:
Richard: As I understand it, in the on-going study of genetics the germ cells (the spermatozoa and the ova) have been classified as being of a somewhat different nature to body cells. This has led to speculation that each and every body is nothing but a carrier for the genetic lineage … that the species, therefore, is more important than you and me or any other body. Now, whilst that theory is just a typically ‘humble’ way of interpreting the data, it did strike me, some years ago, that this genetic memory could very well be the origin of the immortal ‘me’ at the core of ‘being’ (as contrasted to ‘I’ as ego who will undergo physical death). Hence it occurred to me that the source of ‘who ‘I’ really am’ could very well be nothing more mysterious than blind nature’s survival software.
I have always had a bent for the practical explanation … and solution. [Emphasis by Ian]. (Richard, AF List, Vineeto, 30 Sep 1999).
Richard: Speaking personally, in my investigations I first started by examining thought, thoughts and thinking … then very soon moved on to examining feelings (first the emotions and then the deeper feelings). When I dug down into these passions (into the core of ‘my’ being then into ‘being’ itself) I stumbled across the instincts … and found the origin of not only the affective faculty but the psyche itself. I found ‘me’ at the core of ‘being’ … which is the instinctual rudimentary animal self common to all sentient beings (which ‘original face’ is what gives rise to the feeling of ‘oneness’ with all other sentient beings). This is a very ancient genetic memory; being born of the biologically inherited instincts genetically encoded in the germ cells of the spermatozoa and the ova, ‘I’ am – genetically – umpteen tens of thousands of years old … ‘my’ origins are lost in the mists of pre-history. ‘I’ am so anciently old that ‘I’ may well have always existed … carried along on the reproductive cell-line, over countless millennia, from generation to generation. And ‘I’ am thus passed on into an inconceivably open-ended and hereditably transmissible future. Hence: ‘I’ am ‘humanity’ and ‘humanity’ is ‘me’. (Richard, List B, No. 33a, 15 Oct 1999).
Ian: Hi Vineeto, by this does Richard mean the feeling of being an immortal soul comes from the fact that the germ cells have carried forward from the origin of life? And there is a feeling of endless continuity because of that?
Cheers
Ian (link)
Hi Ian,
I left in the whole quotes for context and highlighted the part that was in your question.
Yes, basically you got it right.
I will just point out the difference between what is fact-based and what is feeling-based.
What Richard says it that “‘me’ at the core of ‘being’” is genetically anciently old and hence the feeling one has, the deeper one probes into the core of one’s psyche, that ‘me’ has always existed and will always exist. Therefore, those who probed deeply into their psyche, ended up enlightened – until Richard managed in October 1992 to poke a hole into this ‘glass-ceiling’ via ‘self’-immolation of the psyche itself. I found the history of the dismantling of ‘his’ (aggrandised) psyche a fascinating read. (link)
Fact is that “germ cells have carried forward” the instinctual programming. The deep-seated “feeling of endless continuity” is how the individual psyche emotionally interprets/ feels this chain of umpteen of thousands of years old ongoing genetic event (when psychically connecting with all psyches that ever were and ever will be as in a psychic web through space and time, also called the apotheosised field of consciousness). This, of course, is not a fact, but originates in the passionate and imaginary faculty of the soul.
As such ‘I’ am psychically connected with all feeling beings as long as ‘I’ (and ‘me’) exist. Hence, ‘I’ am humanity and humanity is ‘me’.
Glad to see you chat again.
Cheers Vineeto
PS. Today an inquisitive striated heron (link) walked into my parlour, through a narrow gap in the glass doors at the stern of the boat. I only noticed it when it was already in the middle of the room near my feet. But once I got up to open the doors wide it became distressed, and tried to escape by a closed window but could eventually be steered out and gladly flew into the wide open space.