Bones in Time

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Greetings Dear Humans,

This is Chase, Chase Frond #009, I am so pleased with the response to my earlier communication,   Faraway Galaxies that I thought it appropriate to provide an update for those souls with an interest in the human dilemma here on Earth.

Well, to be fair, after assessing my earlier report, the intergalactic commissioner asked to me carry on with my research here on Earth.  You may recall I mentioned that data collection can be distorted if not acquired first hand, so my assignment has been extended in order to further assess the nature of the condition of the human brain. 

Interesting enough, I found myself exploring the land further inland from the strand and found a lovely expansive prairie.  Again, very little human traffic here, so it is the perfect place to continue my observations.

Upon arrival, and to remain inconspicuous, I took in the topography through my mind’s eye.  To be honest, there are a few more humans here than I would like, so I found shelter and am taking it all in without taking form.  

Once settled in, a curious event hit my radar as I noticed a group of people hovering over what looked to be a skull.  I had to home in on the skull and found it to be of the mammalia class and likely of the bovidae family.  Given the geographic location, my guess is that it once belonged to a domesticated cow.

To my surprise, the people were more fascinating to watch than the dried up old skull.  So much so that I decided to watch them for a few days as different ones came and went.  I heard the conversations they were engaged in and saw what their body language belied. 

Some feigned fear when they were otherwise excited.  But many were superstitious, even though they pretended to be otherwise.  One human refused to touch the skull, appearing horrified at the mere suggestion from a companion, but images from their mind showed them picking it up and taking it home to place it on the hearth as a conversation piece.

For my kind, this indeed is a curious behavior.   Humans think that if they present something externally, it is the truth and that projection should direct others on how to interact with them.   

However, let me share something, even humans can sense deceit, it is part of the hind brain or reptilian structure.  A self protection mechanism.  But I do think pretense and survival may be the cause of the incessant conflict amongst them.  How can they interact honestly with each other when there are so many things happening  on so many different levels?  

But back to the observation of superstition.  Frankly, that had me scratching my proverbial head.  According to history, superstitious thought is one of the first modes of thinking for humans, so why would it exist now, eons after those ancient days? 

I had to go in and access the intergalactic mind’s files and aha!, it is a matter of trajectory.  Evolution is not straightforward and cannot be seen in terms of progress, rather it has to be viewed as a spiral.  For instance, humans are also mammals, like the bovidae they have a midbrain or mammalian structure that regulates emotion, relationship, sensory data and memory amongst other functions. Yet humans unlike the cow are self-aware.  This is due to an evolved pre-frontal cortex allowing for meta-cognition.*

What is curious is to learn that while the physical structure of the brain is evolving, human behavior remains inconsistent and unstable.

However, the synchronicity of running into this cow’s skull leads me to want to follow the constructs of time.  Since humans are stuck on a plane where time and space matter, of course the brain would be constrained by time. Furthermore, each individual expression would be influenced by their environment and genetic make-up.

I surmise that while evolution is occurring, in the scheme of galactic time, the eons that pass on Earth are merely like a gnat on an elephants ass.  Excuse me, I heard a human say that once and I loved it.  

My point is to demonstrate that if we rely on evolutionary timing alone, how humans access the brain may just cause the race to self destruct. 

Which is why I will leave you where I left you last time; only mind is timeless.  For humans to continue to exist they must learn to access the mind.

Otherwise, I fear that we will one day find their bones bleaching in the wind like this poor bovine.

I must go for now, but I truly do hope the intergalactic commissioner will once more extend my stay here on this planet.  I am truly growing fond of humans, they are beginning to grow on me with their complexity and multilayers.  Nothing is as it seems.  I like it! 

© Jordan Fasheh

*Scientific American, Mind, March 1, 2012,

10 thoughts on “Bones in Time

  1. Jordan, Yes this is quite a shift. I was imagining a study of post mortem events by the inner self which fears not but, remains curious of all things. Beautiful work, again. I am so glad to get to see this side of your develpement.

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