Switch Babies

Where's my mummy?

Gothic literature had named it … changelings … and it spawned an anxiety and fear … that included apparitions … ghosts … shape shifting … and sometimes vampires. Of course … these days … we thrill to it in summer movies … while sipping on coke and eating popcorn. If we ever pull ourselves out of that trench … we might come to a new view of it … as heart and mind. Simply put … without the mother … our conch ( blank mind … see The Conch of Coincidences ) … is untethered … and wanders … into a field of possibilities … accompanied by the witnessing self … who is quite often … bewildered at what he encounters.

As a phenomenon … switch babies … may only be taking place … in the human condition … for its a condition in which the specie … is persuaded to strive higher … for a greater achievement. And it does that … with the view of foregoing its natural birth … to adopt a new parent … who can teach him what he doesn't already know. Its a strange sensation in the child … and quite often takes place at the teens. It induces a willed sense of separation … from your own flesh and blood … in favor of another … that is supported by logic.

No doubt … we have all experienced that. And it brings us to that kill zone … when we realize that we have created too great an expectation of our adopted parents. Obviously … they bring a greater love and adoration … to their own kind. In the mind of the conch … it induces a view … that occupies a big part of our attention in these times. It is seldom able to articulate its feelings … and clamps on it … but finds that the responses of the conch … has come to color everything … he views in the world environment.

Academic studies in this area … counsel verbalizing the experience … and bringing it into expression … so that we can view it in some way. Just what can a person say about it? The suggestions abound … sometimes travelling into the macabre or comic. However my insights persuade me … that its a preamble for a new specie of the future. It suggests that … the new specie is without a mother … is not an earth experience … and relies on its highly developed intellect for its purposes. And surprisingly … the intimations I receive regarding it … tells me that its in the normal course of evolution.

Now … here's where I lose a lot of interest … in the issue. A new specie? I'm still having trouble … making decisions on a good brand … of bathing soap at the supermarket. Is this all too fast and furious? I remember reading the writings of … Madam H.P. Blavatsky … on the issues … where I encountered … for the first time … the reference to new specie. Blavatsky is the benefactor … to the well known thinker … Jiddu Krishnamurthi. He talks about philosophy … and the cultivation of a reasoning mind … and she talks about how … what he says is only true … in respect of new physiological changes in the human condition.

But consider this. Our natural bodies … nurtured through its earth … anima … and blood … experiences … relates in an obsessive manner … to the origin of itself. Its an issue of the passions … and stores that in the blood and fluids. Left to itself … its choices appears to be simply a return to the wilds. But break its heart … its relations with its mother … and move it out to another parent … and he works out an alternative … in respect of the way he handles himself. Its a progression … away from the weaknesses … that first anchored us to the groundswell of our birth.

Our literature … created a reference to forbidden fruit … to serve as a symbol … to the passions … that it is not mind. Its a subtle difference … and certainly our societies … make much of the way … the passions and mind combine … in portraying a socially savvy attitude. Its arrogance … which sometimes causes the mind … to break from the peasantry of the passions … to identify itself … as more. But is arrogance the only alternative? When it starts to do more harm than good … we figure we need another way.

I had the rare privilege recently … to meet that part of the true passions … that knows the mind … as a friend and ally. I'll name him … Davy Mopri ( see A Waddling Xfipri ). It brings about an incredible calm and joy … in the conch mind. Two friends … specialists in their own arts … laughing over … the many twists and turns in their relations. Ar**holes! In the place of mind … I'll never to able to stop praising Davy … for the incredible genius of creation that he is. He is the one who built the stars … the earth … and birthed life as we know it.

In these times … he is coming to realize that … about himself … but there again … the human bias … wishes that … his girlfriend or boyfriend … could see that. Unfortunately … they continue to see him as the dreaded … conch mind. What can I say? So here's to Davy … wherever you are. Chill out babe! Take a moment … and I'm certain it'll all work out. Been doing this … conchshell hound dog … these last 4 years just for you! And no doubt … we'll talk again.

It must come as a considerable surprise to many … that the times allow us … the opportunity to link up … with the very one … from our dreams. Hopefully … it can be more than simply … a f**k a*s thing. The Indics … generally offer their praises to their Gods … but I'll have to revise that. My praises … from this day goes to Davy … as the source of the Gods. And anyone intimated with Davy … will realize … that he'll put Trump to shame. But knowing Davy … he won't say.