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Sentience, Slug-trails, & Divots of the Conscious Self?

Writer's picture: AnnAnn

A belated happy new year to anyone who might find themselves reading this!

I have been working hard on my upcoming talk at the prison in April, and as such have been ploughing any creativity into that; I have been given a rough time of 40-50 minutes tops, and the other day I managed a complete run-through and it came out at a whopping 1 hour, 18 minutes! So, I’ve chipped and chopped and managed to shave of a whole 11 minutes. I can’t possibly take off any more otherwise it’ll be a vacant and flaccid affair, and no one wants that.

 

So… for this talk, or for part of it, I’m putting forward my theories as to what I personally think EVP is. Somewhere within these pages I’ve already said that I feel that it is a fracturing of the self, a shattering of the consciousness that takes place at times of emotional output during this mortal phase in which we currently find ourselves, and that at that ultimate and monumental final output as we meet and smash through physical death, we imprint a measure of ourselves, in that place – and indeed others that during life, we impacted.


We are all sentient, emotional and conscious beings, imagine that emotions are the tendrils of the conscious self. As we go about our lives we are all the time, laying down an imprint of ourselves on some level. An emotional slug slime if you will. Like footprints in the sand, the more emotional the moment, the greater the divot. Does that make sense?


Now, these divots of the self, they’re not just echoes or a ‘photo’ of the past, more an independently functional capsule of the discarded self. Complete, intelligent, and isolated. Remember my bit on Quantum Entanglement on the theories page? A split proton in a lab in 2017 had physical alterations made to one half, and the remaining half 500km away also began to show these exact same changes despite being so far away and untouched. That to me sort of represents what my theory is banging on about here. The self becomes shattered and may remain, independent and reactive.

This seems that it might be able to apply to EVP, and indeed other forms of phenomena – but for now, I’m concentrating on just EVP.


So, it’s not all about death at all, as I’ve said before, well at least I don't think so – yes these voices are those of beings who WERE once alive in the same state that we’re in now, and indeed it takes that moment of physical death to unlock the caged consciousness and release it. And those emotional footprints we’ve all left? They remain in situ like little gateways to the next level, next dimension, whatever you want to call it – like puddles on a rough road, these gateways of communication to and from wherever these voices hail from are hidden from view until unexpectedly… until some of us make their acquaintance.


These portals (for want of a better word) leading to the ‘next step’ might not be obvious. They are thinly veiled like bamboo traps in the rainforests, like discovering a thinkly veiled hole in the Antarctic ice, through which the blue world below becomes not only apparent, but all-consuming.




And that is why it takes a special sort of tool to access this divide, for regular investigators like me with no natural gift, we require a little assistance. For me it’s the voice recorder. For others, it may be a visual or physical aid, or even an innate empatheic or emotional one in the case of genuine mediums and psychopomps etc.


Personally, I feel that this is perhaps a way to begin thinking about how we are able to talk quite literally, to those who have passed on, how this crazy sounding stuff genuinely occurs! How deep do these divots go, how far do these tunnels of communication go? That's for us adventurers to find out.

So, let’s peel back those layers, let’s open up those divots and get talking! And believe me, once you start jumping in those puddles, you’ll never want to stop.

 

Just a thought!

Over and out for now.


 
 
 

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