This is an illustration of the dehiscent, or seed pod principle, whereby a plant can proliferate without loss of individuality. Is it possible that the phenomenon of one soul projecting itself through several bodies simultaneously can also explain the rare but nonetheless inescapable instances, of concurrent lifetimes? If personalities are like cells in the body of humanity then perhaps there are large numbers of these ephemeral cellular entities that can tune in on the relatively undying anatomical formula of a kidney, heart, or lung in which they happen to be incorporated. Not only would a neuron in the brain be bound to the genetic blueprint of its convoluted milieu, it might also identify with other members of its cell group. This rapport could even be carried to the point where the neuron would fancy itself to be interchangeable with similar brain-conditioned cells, even though their outer forms might be quite different.
Many years ago when I first delved into the neoplatonic concept of archetypes (now incarnated in Jungian psychology) I was quite confused as to just how these original models affect our consciousness. Now with this fresh insight I still felt confused-but on a much higher level. In any event, the longer I study the phenomenon of reincarnation the more convinced I become that the whole situation is far more complex than most of us suspect.
Two days after this second ketamine trip Howard drove me to the airport and once again the miles and hours loomed between us. Why were we always flying into each other's arms only to be separated again? But this time the parting was easier, for I could hear his voice-or was it mine?-invoking that mystical formula, "Together forever…"
3: The Geography of the Bright World
KETAMINE HYDROCHLORIDE
October flew by in a frenetic flurry of activity as I attended to a multitude of details in Ojai, endeavoring to convert a one-woman operation into an independently functioning research foundation. Our regression therapy was now being handled by a team of competent people. The
Because I had scheduled hypersentience programs along the way the trip north stretched into an intensive week of lectures and workshops. Hence, it was three thirty in the morning of November first when I pulled into Seattle in the midst of a lashing rain. That evening Howard and I moved into our shining clean, empty house in Alderwood Manor, a country town half an hour's drive north of the city. It had been five years since I had spent more than three months in one place. More often it was just a matter of days or weeks before the necessity arose to move on. Was I finally to be permitted to rest? Howard's welcome was such as to make me feel that at last I had come home.