A door opens. A door closes. One electron spins. Another electron
in the annals of space and time spins with it. Yesterday, one of the threads of
my life spiraled to its end, yet the end is an illusion. A spiral never ends:
it only starts to spin anew.
to which I refer is Core, a yearlong crash course in History, Music, Philosophy
and Literature. Yesterday, I heard my last Core lectures. We discussed the
labyrinthine short stories of Jorge Luis Borges, specifically Emma Zunz and The Garden of Forking Paths. After an hour of discussing the
tantalizing spirals and word mazes Borges uses to portray time, my philosophy
professor rose to discourse on Sheldrake’s theory of morphic fields.
It blew my
Really, blew my mind.
fields are like vibrations or radio waves but they carry thoughts and memories.
By Sheldrake’s theory, memory is not housed in your brain, but rather in your
personal morphic field which is a part of your family’s morphic field, which is
part of your community’s morphic field which is part of Humanity’s morphic
that stuff between your ears for?
is the radial that is sensitive to the fields and the changes in them.
the other day, my professor described how Celsius and Fahrenheit performed
almost the exact same experiment on temperature scales within a brief span of
time. They were not in contact with
one another. Similarly, many mathematicians suddenly and independently of one
another, developed non-Euclidean geometry within a ten-year period. Why does
this kind of thing (also known as a paradigm shift) happen?
to Sheldrake, it’s because living creatures are receptive to shifts in their
morphic fields: they literally resonate.
claims that the more times an action (such as a prayer) is repeated, the
stronger a vibration it creates in the morphic field. Furthermore, the
vibrations can heal physical afflictions and emotional wounds.
me to last night’s Holocaust commemoration. Every year, survivors, their
families, their friends and other members of the human race gather in the
Theatre Arts arena at MC to try and grasp the meaning of millions. Millions of people died in the Holocaust and not just Jews:
Poles, Catholics, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Gypsies, homosexuals, Africans,
intellectuals. Millions suffered.
This is an annual commemoration: it
is something we are embedding into our morphic field. Why? For one thing, it is
a healing mechanism. The scars on those who experienced the horrors firsthand
are permanent. The cries still
resonate so powerfully that even we three or four generations removed are deeply
disturbed by them. I have often heard the sentiment that we must ensure “this
never happens again”. As human beings, all of our actions and memories become a
permanent part of the human morphic field. Every act of non-violence, every act
against genocide is forever catalogued in our collective memory and increases
the chance that future generations of humans will be kinder to one another.
One person can make a difference.
One electron spins another. One thread spirals, and every thread in the tapestry
spirals with it.