The Thought Pool
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Emotions are the Oceans of the Mind
When Isaac Newton thought he had discovered gravity but wasn’t quite sure yet, and wanted to back it up with some math, he was so uptight he couldn’t handle his equations and asked a friend to do them for him.
This friend was no less gripped by emotions, both for himself and on behalf of friend Isaac, but he still managed to do those equations.
Few things have so confused our social sciences and their assumed behavior patterns and our relations to our entire environment as this superstition about emotions. Emotions are the stuff all thoughts are made of and from. The scientist in his laboratory is as flooded with emotions as the lovers in the bridal bed. Behind any and every thought is an emotion, the driving force, without which the thought could not exist.
Emotions are the oceans of the mind. Thoughts are the waves on the surface. Some manage to still the waves, to live in the depth of the mind ocean, void of concepts, void of forms. This exercise is refreshing and may turn you into an originator, also called a genius.
True Intelligence
The most intelligent man I know, who was involved in a complex maze of military intelligence in World War II, was given a choice of what he wanted to become after the war, and the Services would finance it, in view of his excellent record. He chose insurance. They took his IQ. It was 35. They told him with such a low IQ he could hardly make it in insurance. He sold two hundred thousand dollars worth of insurance in one day after having insisted on trying. Today he is a top executive in one of the largest national companies.
An IQ, of course, shows nothing but conformity, willingness to play along with a white Anglo-Saxon game. My friend was a Cuban. Besides, his wife had just crashed, and died. She was ferrying flying fortresses to the front. Why should he play along with a silly game? To think that professors, teachers, and guides for the young, have such fantastically comic concepts of their “science”. Who’d blame the young for rebelling?
One of the tasks of this Cuban during World War II was pretending to be a French colonel collaborating with the Germans. He followed German Military Headquarters all through France and into Germany, taking part in their secret councils and informing the Allies. To keep such a role and live, one has to have eyes and ears on all fingertips and in the back; to feel and know every second the minds and moods of everybody around him; to be, indeed, a superman.
The discovery or feel of danger sets in along the strangest paths. “One afternoon,” René told me, “As I was sipping brandy with my dear German friends, I suddenly was beset by an impulse to kill myself. I whipped out my gun, wheeled around, and shot a man poised to kill me.”
“Science” rejected this man as an insurance potential. He is leading the pack today.
How did that sudden feeling come to him? So timely? Even though imperfectly, or, in a sense, symbolical?
Did René read his adversary’s thoughts? Everybody does, all the time, though most people ignore these hunches and aren’t really awake to notice. The ‘gift’ requires the sharpest intelligence and constant challenge.
Thought Transfer
A person in whom the complex thought patterns around him come flashing into his mind feels no compulsion to talk. His experience is so overwhelming, so sad, so funny, so complete and yet incomplete, so far beyond any cataloguing that he bows his head in wonder and horror. It is difficult for him to pinpoint a plan or a talk. The pictures he receives are so involved, so colorful, so many-faceted, have been transferred in such a way that he feels like a father confessor bound to silence. He would never use the expression that he reads thoughts. The thoughts of others urge themselves upon him.
No field of endeavour is more fraught with traps and tricks. It isn’t even an endeavour, for the more you “endeavour” the less you achieve. This is one of many reasons why demonstrations are rarely successful. If you are asked to “prove” any ability to “read” thought, you are already defeated. Thoughts from others pop into your mind when you don’t try. In a sense these thoughts don’t pop into “your” mind for the mind isn’t yours anymore when such things happen. You have left “your” mind and have entered a universal mind pool though you may not know it. Even famous telepathy showmen don’t usually know this. They feel that whatever horrible thoughts come popping in from someone in the audience, the “reader” can feel no abhorrence, not even criticism. For at that moment he is that other person; lives and feels as he feels, not as he felt himself, just before this transfer of thought happened.
In 1924
The summer of 1924 I spent at Inayat’s Summer School at Paris. Once I came to him to explain about a lady he had appointed leader of his group in Oslo. He again asked if we should have silence. During this silence something happened. The thoughts I had collected about how to present my complaint grew hazy and an entirely new world, sharp and concise, entered my mind like a storm. First I was proud: what splendid concepts had suddenly appeared in my mind! Then I realized it couldn’t be me, not quite, anyway. I had never had these thoughts.
Were they Inayat’s thoughts transferred to my mind? Or had I been catapulted into a thought pool?
I don’t know. How exciting, how liberating, to be able to say: I don’t know. If our science and our pundits would be able to say that more often, how far ahead would we be by that one step?
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