XaW Files: Beyond Humanity was the last of my fantasy fiction trilogy, with the greenYgrey as my protagonist and maybe muse; a star reflection. The writing process, inspired by a decade of travel to all the populated continents, and another twenty years of smaller trips; ten years of further education and the same amount of creative writing and learning; building on a lifetime of media absorption, a lot of it ‘counterculture’, was laborious and lengthy, feeling pressured and pushed; only by myself; to finish the greenYgrey story on a high, doing my project justice, and emulating the people from my demographic like members of Guns N’ Roses and Metallica, who’d started their creative lives raw and reached classic. I think I did that, with the help of the aurora borealis, which provided the perfect ending, as it often gives the ultimate of sky beauty.
Sky to Synapses (a junction between two nerve cells, consisting of a minute gap across which impulses pass by diffusion of a neurotransmitter)
If you think I’m being arrogant including a description for synapses above, it’s really because it’s one of those words I know a little about, but not that clearly myself – now double-negatives will say I don’t know what I’m writing about!
I don’t know that much about it, that’s true, just a documentary and articles knowledge, but I did try and look inside my own brain while writing XaW Files, searching inside for new ideas and stories. As I wrote at the start of Chapter 6, Episode 21:
Many nights on this journey
I have packed up my ramblers
feeling at a dead-end.
But a door has
always opened –
sometimes in the morning:
before starting to ramble
whilst preparing to ramble
after a few steps of rambling.
sometimes it has taken days:
especially at the end of chapters
plotting a suitable end, or researching
a new chapter, countries and cities.
Twilight Times of the Mind
I continued to describe the process inside my brain recalling thoughts from the hypnagogic time between wakefulness and sleep, also known as dozing, often after a coffee or two in the time I named coffilosophy:
This morning was like a usual day On The Road, not knowing what was in store for me, alone once more in a new location. Then I remembered some thoughts I had from that place between main and extra sleep; a hypnagogic place that seems like travelling through space, with bright lights reminiscent of reaching a new solar system, or passing through an asteroid belt.
Are they the bright sparks, light-bulbs of the moment, gold-dust like brain sperm, all trying to create new life ideas, but only one of each starburst able to find an egg.
Recent Article Names Lights as Biophotons
Then a few weeks ago I saw an article on Facebook from the educateinspirechange website naming those lights as biophotons, and moreover, led by a great greenYgrey image of them:
While the lights may have contained the ideas that fuelled the greenYgrey trilogy, which ended with the similar lights from the sun, interacting with our planet’s magnetic field to create the northern and southern lights; as there are on other planets; I had most welcomed their ‘sight’ as a sign that sleep was returning, after maybe an hour or two of being awake.
I wondered if they were dopamine neurons, flying past my conscious mind to shut down the pre-frontal cortex, which is apparently the thinking part of the brain, to induce sleep.
I also wondered if they were pre-frontal cortex neurons returning home, having been shot backwards in my brain by whatever awoke me; or did they do the awakening, having not properly settled the night before; now they were falling back to their place in my brain, as dust settles on ground.
As I sometimes seem to feel the front of my head relax before sleep, as if the brain is following gravity to the pillow, as the head has done.
So I still have lots of questions about my own brain’s working, but that article did provide some more evidence, and nice images of the inner workings of our bodies.
Neuroscience seems to be answering a lot of the questions set by the counterculture theorists of the twentieth-century, as top mind-searching guru Dr. Timothy Leary noticed during his lifetime.