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In The Same vein as the guitarist cyclops Met A woman I) I am seeing 20 heads of the man walking ahead of me they call me neuron psycho the whole works what do i do she cried II) bees have diamond eyes with 64 facets each perceiving 64 slices of reality each collated by its brain into a coherent image .{experts to please correct the Data} thou art still as a snow queen when you stir your body and eye move in small increments your eyes take snap shots along 20 different points of perspective your brain will hone in on the center one don't worry have fun with the psychedelic show more the merrier be firm footed in your center stillness ................counseled consoled cyclops. was he right ? or was he Right? ?

Cyclops once played a Trombone, just once. He picked it up, fixed it, br.pr.br.pr.ewed into mouthpiece with vibrating lips. He played for a long time moaning away like a fog-horn. When he slept that night he dreamt that milk was oozing out of the corners of his mouth. Any Psycho-Analysis?! Cyclops own analysis is that the vibrating lips stirred the memory of his childhood, milk-sucking babehood, what an easy way to regain Lost Innocence! After that the sweetest music to cyclops' ears was the playful thrpthrm, thrpthrm issuing out of childrens lips. He played the flute the same way with vibrating lips, not with a blow hole in the mouth. He felt he reached inaudible supersonic sound range. Did he? Any comments, friends?

HALLUCINATION happened again! a Visitation!! Again it was a piece of cloth, a huge banner actually, i was holding it up by its two top corners with my hands spread apart (in the twilight areas sizes dont matter) letting the cob-webby wobles and waves in the closed eyes settle on the banner with a precision, purpose and focus reported in possession in seances, a transferrance---- the banner started rolling, rippling, billowing, lifting my spirit with it. I soared and dived with it to my mind's fill. It was a great cleanser, liberator, a perfect de-stress at all levels. I was not sleeping, nor dreaming, but in a day-dreaming somnolence, yet aware. What are they? Thought waves? Brain waves? Blood coursing thro' the capillaries in the Eyes and the Brain? The waves were butting against walls so to speak seeking an escape, my mindserved as a conduitfor them to break out, enter the cloth, fan out, fill out and fly. I must have been sub-consciously wondering why cloth again. Then there was this ball bumping around for a long time, it should have lost its momentum long ago, and at one point i saw the ball pushing itself onwards. What else could it have been but my own will? I am sorry i have assumed many things mystical in describing what happened, what else can i do, i am hoping experts will put it all in phenomenological terms, evolve a theory, technique and therapy which will benefit all.

EYE SEE EYE | | Physical Exercises, | Experienced Effects, | Explanations Sought, | To evolve a theory, | technique and therapy If the function of the eye is to see things, the first thing it most see is itself, Cyclops tells himself. The Lashes (upper and lower lids), the corners (nose and ear), Tip of the nose, Mid-Brow. If the eye does not see and feel itself how could it find its own equilibrium, home state for it to function efficiently, argues Cyclops to himself of course. The Eye-Seeing – Eye has a firm foundation, is a launching pad, a frame of reference from which to reach out to things (says Cyclops to himself). The viewers are welcome to contribute their own thoughts, their own natural abilities, their attempts, experiences on the subject. Cyclops

These are a few of the experiences that I have had over the years. I had posted this in the Lounge but perhaps that was not the right place for this. I apologise for the repetition. I am looking for some help and guidance to formulate a theory behind these experiences and to evolve a technique to make these exercises repeatable. If a theory and technique are evolved, this could give legitimacy to these exercises which could benefit the society at large as a de-stress therapy. There is no commercial motive behind this. Experience 1 - BEHEADED I tensed ,flinched inside my head close to the cervical spine. I felt a DISCONNECT between my head and neck. My head buoyed like a ball. It was a supreme de-stress. I could hold it only for moment or two. Experience 2 - RIB CAGE UNBUCKLED I bent to pick up a Sleeping child. I squared my shoulders, expanded my RIB CAGE, took a broad breath, pushed my elbows out, crouched above the child. Something came unbuckled, the two halves of my rib cage separated, the two lungs separated, wind pipe lay open like a broad road, heart lay soft and free in one corner, the breath resonated to the aunomotopic sound of NR.NR.NR…………… The sound was eerie, other worldly, but soft sonorous inducing warmth, security, happiness and subtle strength. The Sleeping child harkened, relaxed, smiled, hugged me snug. What came unbuckled as I squared my shoulders? What was the NR sound? Are there many more sounds in our throat? I recalled that a friend, during extreme emotional and physical stress, whistled through my nostrils like the steam escaping out of a cooker. Experience 3 - FALL WITH WATER RISE WITH THE HILL I had been to a Water Falls. I saw the sheet of Water break up, Scatter into a cluster of water drops. Catching the cluster of Water drops at the top of the Falls I could hold it in my eyes and follow its descent. When I did that, I fell with the Water drops. Swing up the eyes, hold the cluster of drops, follow its descent and fall again with a thud and do it again. After a while I let go the water and shifted my gaze to the adjacent rock face. The hill was RISING! I was profoundly changed, rapt at the happening. I need to know what exactly happened: to evolve a theory and a technique to do it as a therapy. Experience 4 - THE TALLEST MAN - 1002 METERS I climbed a hill 1000 meters high. The cliff top was a bare rock, its three sides falling almost straight to the ground. In my downward vision I saw myself of two meters length, the sheer fall of the cliff down to the ground a 1000 meters. Suddenly I felt the height of the cliff added to my own height. I felt I was 1002 meters tall. What happened next was that I lost interest in anything below my eye level of 1002 Meters: the ground below, the match box houses, the people in it, and their various interactions, even in the food that was down there. I stood transfixed, my eyes seeking the next hill top of equal height, probing the sky and the clouds which were now my world, my home, my being. That a mere change in eye level could bring about a radical change was surprising to me. There ought to be a neuro – psychiatric explanation for it which I hope to find from the members here. On the same occasion, I saw an upstanding rock on the cliff top roughly 2 meters high, rather irregularly shaped as a human. It stood like a sentry over the entire panorama. I felt an empathy, identification with the sentry to the point of letting it talk to me in my own mind, in my own thoughts (A kind of transference, inclusion or what). The sentry’s first utterance in my own conscience and imagination was: “You are leaving me back to my loneliness”. I stood pole-axed. Then the sentry said, what is it you need, you want from the ground, stay here and see that they reach you. It was almost a teasing challenge. I did not know what to do. When in doubt swing back to status quo. I decided I would go down, login, obtain feed back from experts, understand what happened , then decide. Guilty that I was leaving the sentry behind to his own loneliness, I meekly climbed down the Hills. Cyclops.

Cyclops Climbed a hill 1000 meters high. The cliff top was a bare rock, its three sides falling almost straight to the ground. In his downward vision he saw himself of two meters length, the sheer fall of the cliff down to the ground a 1000 meters. Suddenly he felt the height of the cliff added to his own height, he felt he was 1002 meters tall. What happened next was that Cyclops lost interest in anything below his eye level of 1002 Meters: the ground below, the match box houses, the people in it, and their various interactions, even in the food that was down there. He stood transfixed, his eyes seeking the next hill top of equal height, probing the sky and the clouds which were now his world, his home his being. That a mere change in eye level could bring about a radical change was surprising to Cyclops. There ought to be a neuro – psychiatric explanation for it which Cyclops seeks in this August Forum. There was an upstanding rock on the cliff top roughly 2 meters high, rather irregularly shaped as a human. It stood like a sentry over the entire panorama. Cyclops felt an empathy, identification with the sentry to the point of letting it talk to him in his own mind, in his own thoughts (A kind of transference, inclusion or what). The sentry’s first utterance in his own conscience and imagination was: “you are leaving me back to my loneliness”. Cyclops stood pole axed. Then the sentry said, what is it you need, you want from the ground, stay here and see that they reach you. It was almost a teasing challenge. Cyclops did not know what to do. When in doubt swing back to status quo. He decided he would go down, login, obtain feed back from experts, understand what happened , then decide. Guilty he was leaving the sentry behind to his own loneliness the intrepid Cyclops meekly climbed down the Hills.

Cyclops had been to a Water Falls. He saw the sheet of Water break up, Scatter into a cluster of water drops. Catching the cluster of Water drops at the top of the Falls he could hold it in his eyes and follow its descent. When he did that he fell with the Water drops. Swing up the eyes, hold the cluster of drops, follow its descent and fall again himself with a thud and do it again. After a while he let go the water and shifted his gaze to the adjacent rock face. The hill was RISING! Cyclops was profoundly changed, rapt at the happening. He needs to know what exactly happened to evolve a theory, and a technique to do it as a therapy, poetry.

Cyclops bent to pick up a Sleeping child. He squared his shoulders, expanded his RIB CAGE, took a broad breath, pushed his elbows out, crouched above the child. Something came unbuckled, the two halves of his rib cage separated, the two lungs separated, wind pipe lay open like a broad road, heart lay soft and free in one corner, the breath resonated to the aunomotopic sound of NR.NR.NR…………… The sound was eerie, other worldly, but soft sonorous inducing warmth, security, happiness and subtle strength. The Sleeping child harkened, relaxed, smiled, hugged Cyclops snug. What came unbuckled as Cyclops squared his shoulders? What was the NR sound. Are there many more sounds in our throat. Cyclops recalled that a friend, during extreme emotional & physical stress whistled through his nostrils like the steam escaping out of a cooker.

RIB CAGE UNBUCKLED (Physical Exercises, Experienced Effects, Science Explanations Sought) Cyclops bent to pick up a Sleeping child. He squared his shoulders, expanded his RIB CAGE, took a broad breath, pushed his elbows out, crouched above the child. Something came unbuckled, the two halves of his rib cage separated, the two lungs separated, wind pipe lay open like a broad road, heart lay soft and free in one corner, the breath resonated to the aunomotopic sound of NR.NR.NR…………… The sound was eerie, other worldly, but soft sonorous inducing warmth, security, happiness and subtle strength. The Sleeping child harkened, relaxed, smiled, hugged Cyclops snug. What came unbuckled as Cyclops squared his shoulders? What was the NR sound. Are there many more sounds in our throat. Cyclops recalled that a friend, during extreme emotional & physical stress whistled through his nostrils like the steam escaping out of a cooker. Cyclops FALL WITH WATER (Physical Exercises, RISE WITH THE HILL Experienced Effects, Science Explanations Sought) Cyclops had been to a Water Falls. He saw the sheet of Water break up, Scatter into a cluster of water drops. Catching the cluster of Water drops at the top of the Falls he could hold it in his eyes and follow its descent. When he did that he fell with the Water drops. Swing up the eyes, hold the cluster of drops, follow its descent and fall again himself with a thud and do it again. After a while he let go the water and shifted his gaze to the adjacent rock face. The hill was RISING! Cyclops was profoundly changed, rapt at the happening. He needs to know what exactly happened to evolve a theory, and a technique to do it as a therapy, poetry. Cyclops. Sir, THE TALLEST MAN (Physical Exercises, 1002 METERS Experienced Effects, Science Explanations Sought) Cyclops Climbed a hill 1000 meters high. The cliff top was a bare rock, its three sides falling almost straight to the ground. In his downward vision he saw himself of two meters length, the sheer fall of the cliff down to the ground a 1000 meters. Suddenly he felt the height of the cliff added to his own height, he felt he was 1002 meters tall. What happened next was that Cyclops lost interest in anything below his eye level of 1002 Meters: the ground below, the match box houses, the people in it, and their various interactions, even in the food that was down there. He stood transfixed, his eyes seeking the next hill top of equal height, probing the sky and the clouds which were now his world, his home his being. That a mere change in eye level could bring about a radical change was surprising to Cyclops. There ought to be a neuro – psychiatric explanation for it which Cyclops seeks in this August Forum. There was an upstanding rock on the cliff top roughly 2 meters high, rather irregularly shaped as a human. It stood like a sentry over the entire panorama. Cyclops felt an empathy, identification with the sentry to the point of letting it talk to him in his own mind, in his own thoughts (A kind of transference, inclusion or what). The sentry’s first utterance in his own conscience and imagination was: “you are leaving me back to my loneliness”. Cyclops stood pole axed. Then the sentry said, what is it you need, you want from the ground, stay here and see that they reach you. It was almost a teasing challenge. Cyclops did not know what to do. When in doubt swing back to status quo. He decided he would go down, login, obtain feed back from experts, understand what happened , then decide. Guilty he was leaving the sentry behind to his own loneliness the intrepid Cyclops meekly climbed down the Hills. Cyclops.

Cyclops tensed ,flinched inside his head close to the cervical spine. He felt a DISCONNECT between his head and neck.His head buoyed like a ball.It was a supreme de-stress.He could hold it only for moment or two.

CYCLOPS To SCHRODINGER'S HAT SORRY. I DID NOT REALISE. DESPITE YOUR ANNOYANCE YOU WERE FAIR TO POINT OUT ALTERNATIVES. I WILL COMPLY ACCORDINGLY. SORRY YOU FOUND ME ENTERTAINING. I AM QUITE SERIOUS. THANKS FOR BEING BOTHERED AT ALL TO RESPOND. CYCLOPS.

After a rain wet night cyclops took a walk in the morning........ His neck S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D of its own accord,like a telescope being pulled out,segment by segment,in short smooth stages,up and up in symmetrically coordinated tiny jerks of the neck.He felt he was wearing a collar[meant for spondylitis] and wondered whether all of us should wear a collar all the time.His neck stretched to the full,crown top coming cruising down,eyes swinging between the corners left and right, the swing of the head controlled and steady as not to disturb the centrified poise. He felt he has attained the ideal position of head on neck[thanks to rains] that he searched for long ago in one of his postings on this forum.

Cyclops dozed a little after waking up from sleep at dawn.He didn't want to sink back into oblivion nor did he want to wake up into full activity.Both seemed a waste.How to stay in the middle,keeping both ends together.The clue must be in the physical body right at that moment.his eyelids were not totally closed.He can see through slits in the lower part of his eyes.Scattered lights,trees,buildings were reaching his eyes without his having to look out for details or focus.Those images free floated,eddied as though in a body of water.What could come of it if he maintained his head and eyes just that way and got up and went to work with slit eyes and eddying images.Will he achieve a continuum between sleep and wakefulness and not sink into oblivion nor chase windmills in extroversion.Kindly offer feedback on what a neuro-psychiatric state would it be.

It was a rainy night.Cyclops woke up in his eye.The sheets in his bed billowed,swirled all around him with him snuggling warm and happy in center.He fully woke up to discover he was totally refreshed.

CLENCHED FIST CLENCHED JAW Clenched Fist gains the palm autonomy from the wrist, A Center of Gravity of its own. Clenched Jaw could gain the Head autonomy from neck, A Center of Gravity of its own. Clenched Jaw can take the weight of the Head off the neck, preventing, curing SPONDYLITIS, doing away with Collars. I am clenching my jaw bone joint without gritting my teeth. Stumbled upon it. Tensing it backward, forward, upward, downward subtly. My head feels a sold unit, moves with more purpose, will and in many angles. I need confirmation, clarification, correction from those who are doing it, from experts on the pros and cons, to help iron out the kinks and evolve a theory and a technique. CYCLOPS

Hydra6, You caught me, My self-improvement friend has a will that i lack. My personality is move gentle, enquiring, hesitantly explorative. It is possible he is cutting his Eyeball out and up the mid-brow, In the process acts from the depth of Vitreous Gel, maybe even from Retina & Optic chord. I will study him closely besides another friend reports to me that he sees bears & bushes out of the extreme ear corners of his Eyes. The mid-brow angle of gaze produces dizziness in me. If someone outside me sees it all objectively & suggests something I will be greatful which is the reason i am posting myself out on the net. Thank you for your perceptive insert. -Cyclops

Subject had a small breakfast and was commuting with closed eyes. Hyperglacemic daze swelled up inside his head. Normally it would have sneaked up on him, he could have yielded or shaken it off. Then while commuting he could see the surging dizziness in front, 'A cloud of unknowing'. He starred at it, The sleep swell. The rush he got from commuting fused with his focus, gave him energy to stare at the sleep daze. The daze, like a cloud, like a storm reared up, rushed away with a whoosh. Subject was clear-headed, refreshed, with a sense of achievement as though he won a battle with sleep. All because of commuting, over excited neural circuits - SMF was kind enough to explain. Could someone explain the entire episode, the encounter of sleep versus wake, the will in neuro terms. The subject needs data to proceed further with his Sleep-Wake experiments. The subject cyclops has a friend who beleives in Self Improvement, sits staring up into his mid brow for half an hour daily. He reports seeing waves, gates after gates thro which he pushes forward. Will he snap cerebral or optical nerve ? or Will he generate a different level of consciousness ? The waves and gates are explained by SMF. What is the Neuro-Status for his will ? He needs help to understand what he is doing to do it right. Thanking one and all of his viewers. - Cyclops.

To SMF : Thanks for the assurance of goodwill. Hereafter I will stick to the matter on hand and be impersonal.

Dear SMF I stand corrected thanks for taking the trouble. Apologies for irritating you. I will learn, You should see the way JOHN CUTHBER chewed me up and spat me out in my "FREAK EYE EXERCISES" in the same forum posted on Oct 13 2009. I was twice shy and stopped posting for fear of provoking experts. I did heed his advice, consulted my physician who said though subjectively i felt i was splitting my skull, objectively i was only exercising my head and face muscles. I gave him a demonstration of my Freak Eye exercise. I should have consulted him before i posted it. Now that you have drawn me out i will apologise to John Cuthber soon. Subjectivity carries with certitude. An occupational hazard. I learn from you subjective feeling is one thing, objective reporting is another thing. Kindly don't lose patience yet. You kindly conceded me an edge in my inner perceptions over others. That must be because i move my Eyes from the depth of my Vitreous gel. I have made a mistake in the last line. I made an objective statement that i move my eyes from the depth of Vitreous gel. Sorry, that is what i think. The reason i think so is "THE FLOATERS!" When i say i move my Eyes i mean i move the Floaters in the Vitreous gel. Floaters are considered inconsequential, just a crinkle in the Vitreous gel, Iam told. The NIE of USA has a Vitreous gel expert who can suck the old gel out and pump in fresh gel, then you have a clear vision, Iam told. Iam sorry i have not verified them. But operating with floaters gives me that depth of halucination which is a great De-Stress exercise for me. I even see snow flurry, rushing water which makes me happy like a child in a rubber bathtub. Kindly throw light on my own explanations for my experience. Thanking you for your Patience.

Cyclops to SMF Thank you for your response. Cyberspace is a wonderful thing. Mind meets mind, Ideas bond and built. Cyclops deserved your dig, he asked for it! The reason i penned myself Cyclops is that i hypothesis that we are all one-Eyed. One Eye takes the full load of seeing, The other Eye works only to give depth. One Eye is over worked, the other weak. Kindly confirm or correct my observation and conclusion. From being one Eyed Cyclops i want to graduate to Cherub with his two Eyes equally blown open, wide with wonderment. Kindly refer to my earlier post Splitting Eyes posted on 07 Feb 2011. Kindly offer data to confirm,correct, contradict. A friend of mine once drove me through a tree-lined boulevard with golf course lawns and bushes at a steady pace. The parallax effect was stunning. I sat up Eyes turning this way and that near bewildered. The friend chucked to himself and said I knew you would see. I need time to absorb what you have written about retinal -neural activity. I experience such a total de-stress in my explorations within my Eyes that i feel can be useful to all If a technique can be developed. The Yoga movements currently popular lack such an In-Depth exploration and hard science data. Kindly help shape it. Thanks again dear SMF, Take care When you drive..

While commuting in the bus securely seated with eyes closed I see the buildings and trees rush backward. (Not actual things that are there but my memory of them seen sometime before) How does it happen? While at it (In the bus with eyes closed) I see fine strands of lines (like in the Optical Illusion Illustrations) close together Eddy,Undulate,Gyrate in a topological swirl. What are they? I feel fresh, I feel i am seeing something physical in my eye (One Eye or both the Eyes I don't know) I am posting all this with a view to obtaining feedback from people who are already doing it, and from experts to know it surely. So that i can do it with Technique and Skill.

Walking with Head held Erect, Gaze Sweeping down to the ground with toes in view creates a buzz in the back of the head. The ground rushes backward scrapping the Eye. I get Dizzy. (Don't try it with people coming on at you) How does it happen ?

Split our eyes and see 2 worlds for the health of our own eyes. Should one eye look accross the nose bridge to the other side are floaters in consequential or do they indicate something.

Have you watched your eyes?! Kindly report what you see of your own eyes, the lids, the lashes, the corners. Let us build a data-base in this forum of what we all see. There is a lot to see, By the way From among our reported experiences we will slowly evolve a home -brew eye yoga of sorts, Of beauty, of de-stress etc. For, is it not said that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder! We should have enough data to interest experts to investigate & comment and make it all real to us objectively. I need your feedback for me to have faith in watching my own eyes. Though I have found it good, I rarely remember to watch it but leap into the world forgetting all about it. Thank You, Don’t watch too much, though