Primary and Secondary Cycles of Lifespan: My Intuitive Speculation
Just an Old-Timer's Intellectual Delicacy
From time to time my busy intuitive speculating gains some courage to be shared with those who may also intellectually indulge in some of their own. Not claiming to be anything more than a sheer fiction, and yet with a bit of that "aroma of truthfulness" which sometimes makes certain deep pieces of poetry shift our thinking gear to overdrive.
Such is the case of this sudden idea that surprised me with its begging for a possible elaboration, while it sounded just crazy enough to become correct some day---like so many other pieces of fiction that have turned out to be true. Namely, as I was leisurely thinking about the lifespans of people---as compared to that one of animals---my intuition kicked in serving me a certain possibility on a platter.
Now, if you have not hit your seventies as yet, you still have some time before the topic of possibly tricking your biological clock becomes your attractive intellectual pastime. Especially so if you have not subscribed for a heavenly salvation of your soul through your religious belief, meaning a life after this one---you might have consulted a book on those super-nutrients, or any other source of knowledge that would pamper your wishful thinking about living to be hundred and over.
But, let's get now to my own theorizing, which, by the way, may be just as "probable" as any of those of some scholars, except that mine is not decorated with their academic cosmetics.
Two Cycles of Lifespan
I wonder if you ever found it strange that a dog may, by some fluke of nature, extend its life for a few years, but never comparatively to us who may live way over hundred, as has been fairly documented. However, while dog may spend that borrowed time being useless, with possible costs of meds and operations which make you swear never to have a dog again, man can live to be hundred and still enjoy more than sex out of that age.
O.K., maybe not without a little help from the tiny blue pill, but with that eagerness in his eyes which you won't see at the dog, whose bad eyesight may not allow him to even recognize a sexy bitch among a few cats.
Thus, it could be quite fair to assume that animals' lifespan is fixed by their genetic program, whereas a man's can exceed what would be his own "normal" life expectations. Just for fun, without any ambition to see it one day in books on gerontology, I gave that animal genetic program the name primary cycle of lifespan.
Well, it a kind of saddens me to say it, but, according to some obvious statistics, most of the humans share it with the animal kingdom, without having found a reliable way to extend it into what I called secondary cycle of lifespan.
No Spare Parts in Our Body
Now, don't ask me why I suddenly found so significant the relatively new scientific discoveries about those over 90% of the genes in our genome appearing as not belonging to human species, and in any case looking dormant and doing nothing there.
From some other files in my mind jumped out those Einstein's words that "there are no spare parts in this universe". I liked the sound of it when I read it the first time, so I deposited it in my memory bank, for "just in case" if I would ever use it in future.
You know, at this age of 73, being like many others of this age group, I may even pick up a screw from the ground and take it home, for "you never know..."
So, after combining these two ideas, I got hot over a possibility that our nature, otherwise so elegantly putting everything else within the space of our skin and giving it a smart purpose, wouldn't go a "junk-collector" by giving us 90% of useless genes.
Hey, we are not talking about hair which we can live without---although not particularly happy about it---but a part of our cellular intelligence. I have read somewhere how even that stupid-looking appendix has more purpose than giving us that painful appendicitis.
You know what I mean? Now, if my fantasizing hasn't turned you away so far, maybe it won't bother you too much if I add to it my speculation that human species originate from a genetic engineering done by extraterrestrials---and now, those "spare genes" belong to them as their "paternity contribution" to our genome.
In my awfully amateurish vision I see those genes being in a submission to the much "louder" energy frequencies of that animalistic, primate part---not getting a chance to express themselves.
Think about it. We tend to take for granted those examples of geniuses, or savants of almost outlandish and unexplainable abilities and centenarians as a sort of "fluke of the nature"; but what if those flukes are nothing but some of those ET-genes finding a crack of opportunity to sneak out to their expression.
I wish I could better explain some outlandish phenomena, like for instance, that Indian girl being able to multiply a seven digit number with another seven digit number in her head. Just thinking about such task is threatening to burn the fuses in my head.
Intimidated by Primate Genes
Indeed, why is it that meditators live longer, need less sleep, enjoy better health, and tend to be more "spiritual"? What the heck is that inner drive for spirituality anyway?
Here is my little explanation. As we meditate---or become more spiritual for the same matter---we reduce the activity of that animalistic part of our genome, which allows those ET-genes to at least whisper their superior stuff into our psycho-physical constitution. Thus, it doesn't surprise me that the more spiritual we are, the less we display of our animalistic territoriality, arrogance, greed to amass the survival means, and a tendency to play power games.
I am inclined to conclude that those "dormant" genes are not just idling there, but are active in a way which cannot be detected for two reasons. One is already mentioned: the beast in us is keeping them in submission while being primarily engaged in its games of survival. And the other reason is that their frequencies are so subtle and not measurable by the same methods, so they look passive.
Somewhat similar being the case with so called "chi"-energy which is dismissed as an ancient folklore belief by the mainstream science---despite some almost miraculous qigong healings done by qigong masters, and some unexplainable feats performed by shaolin masters. When science can't explain something, they often resort to ridiculing it. Well, academic vanity is just as stupid as an ignorant's, when you really look at it.
In another conclusion, some of those ET-genes are responsible for a birth of a genius, while some other may be for longevity, or even for extrasensory perception. Such conclusion followed that fact that smart specimens like Einstein did not live an impressively long life; and, let's say Mozart even had a short one, along with his musical genius obviously not affecting other areas of his life. Namely, he could even be called quite foolish for the way he was mismanaging his money.
Then, some illiterate simpleton having spent his whole life working on a Chinese rice field could live to be hundred and over. What's the secret of his longevity, and how does it translate into my story about those ET-genes?
Stress a "Culprit"? What Else Is New?
Roughly speaking, it's about the accumulated stress-related program in our animalistic portion of genome from one generation to another adding up to our own over the period of our primary cycle of lifespan.
Yes, it's all about stress of psycho-physical survival. Let me tell you up front that we are capable to override any genetic predisposition with our own advanced level of consciousness. And with that same advanced consciousness we can lower those animalistic tendencies that are keeping those ET-genes at bay.
Modern biology is telling us about epigenetics, or the enormous affect that our "emotional climate" and beliefs have on our cells' vitality. Well, unfortunately, epigenetics is not a common knowledge, and most of us are basically "waiting for our number to be called up" by St. Peter, or whoever is in charge of our "destiny", as we like to call it.
My story says that everything vibrates with certain frequencies, and so does that ET part of our genome. Our stress, with its nasty crude frequencies is causing interferences within our pool of energies, preventing us from experiencing out that best in ourselves. So we spend our formative years accumulating all strategies of survival, and sponging in a worldview which is negativistic by nature.
All in all, as far as our cycle of lifespan goes, we are doing the same what a dog would do---using our years "responding" to life more or less like reactive automatons, and also reviving that ancestral predisposition to stress in our animalistic portion of DNA. By the time we are reaching our prime phase of maturity, something in us is already tired of life, as we have become true experts in the art of getting pissed-off just about anything
And that, my friends, prevents the ignition of that secondary cycle of lifespan in our genome---according to this out-of-the-box intuitive speculator.
Consciousness, Not Wakefulness
Let me get back to the nature of consciousness for a moment. Being conscious is not the same as being aware, as that word un-consciousness would suggest. To be conscious means being in tune with the creative principle of the universe as it expresses itself through the prism of our human embodiment.
So, in my view, consciousness is in a reverse proportion to the animalistic expression of our genome. Or, the more we are engrossed with our survival and its many aspects, the less we are conscious---again, not in the sense of being awaken. It is my consciousness that wakes me up at a certain time which I set my mind for the night before. It is my consciousness that makes me look down just a moment before I would step on a chewing gum.
A dog can be awakened and aware, but not conscious, which is our advantage and specialty. A dog can't introspect, can't "know" about its perceptions and change its attitudes. We can, and this consciousness is our ticket to the secondary cycle of the lifespan.
Thus, it is not enough to be merely "aware" of our processing the reality, but intentionally modifying it, which comes with those ET-genes. We don't know that we can, because no one has made it more popular than that mantra: "We are only imperfect humans".
Living consciously means choosing for ourselves those models of psycho-physical functioning which intuitively make more sense, and are ultimately more rewarding. Constant inner conflicts, whether "running in the family" or being inspired by the society keep our survivalist, animalistic genes in charge in our genome, not allowing those ET-genes to take over after the primary cycle runs out.
I understand that hardly any of you may adopt these ET-genes for something real. To many of you it may merely sound like that old and worn-out story about "stress being bad for us". However, I have tried to make it something beyond that.
It doesn't matter what words are being used to bring the people's attention to the possibility of their being much more than they are now and enjoy it---including a longer and happier life.
Maybe the Time Will Come...
Personally, I have from ever enthused myself about this possibility of our being a part of a much more dignifying design than our eating, sleeping, and pooping would suggest. Looking at the stars at night I just can't help but wonder about the mystery of our origin.
And looking at the global affairs of animalistic repertoire I simply feel that need to share my enthusiasm and to possibly inspire a person or two with that divine vision of an intelligent cosmic community that's watching over us---because that's what parents do.
With all that's going on politically and otherwise, I hope I can be forgiven for sometimes feeling as if I am not of this planet. A deep part of me is shedding a tear over the mankind which can't spot in themselves that part of their inheritance which would justify their calling themselves "homo sapiens".
Maybe the time will come when that second cycle of lifespan becomes something to celebrate, along with a new awareness that we are not alone in this universe, with a spiritual umbilical cord connecting our genome to a source of a higher intelligence. But, will we listen this time, after all our gods didn't speak convincingly enough---judging by the looks of this world?
Every time my eyes reluctantly open after a deep meditation, my very first thought is to keep making my reality enjoyable---without waiting for other people or favorable events to assist me in that. Something in me tells me that my whole intimate reality will always be my own creation.
With that responsibility in my mind, every next step is a dance on a floor of infinite choices.