The Mercurial Theatre: On Telecommunication & Telepathy

Communication is everything.  This week has been one of impossible frustration and interference.  Firstly, my trusty mobile phone no 1. was disconnected without notification, even though it had service and credit. Then my emails and website went down. Next, my electronic customer contact form … well, isn’t.  Subsequently, my printer blew up whilst churning out the old fashioned form of communication by snail mail, the letter.  Just after, my mobile phone no 2. gave up the ghost in my hand and switched itself off.  And today, having decided to make no attempts to communicate, but retreat to my sofa for visual therapy, the satellite decided after 20 years that it wanted my pin number – that I never set. If you are reading this article, at this point, let’s just call that a miracle.

Never one to take my eye off the pattern ball, I am of course tracking the energy shifts of personal and collective data resets, set-ups and upgrades in our overly electronic world.  A world that will invariably crash.  Sometimes we all need some downtime to quieten, but where would we be without communication?  Communication is the ability to exchange information. Communication is verbal and non-verbal between people.  Communication is inside our own neural body and our brain.  Communication exists within our own mind.  Communication mediates across invisible networks … with other species.  With other worlds!  Perhaps the right question then, is not where would we be, but who would we be without our ability to communicate? 

My interest in telecommunications and radio frequencies began as a very small child.  The daughter of an inventor head-hunted by Marconi, I spent several curious hours with him in our converted garden shed, watching in the seat of advanced, experimental, long-distance radio wave transmission developments and playing with the properties of solder.  When I was 5 years old my father said to me that one day we would all have telephones in our cars.  At the time we barely had them in our homes.  The mobile phone was yet to be invented.  I can only imagine what he would have made of our mobile and internet networks today?  Maybe he facilitated them?  But I will never know.  My father sparked my interest in telecommunications when he was alive, but on the night he died was born my second life-long interest with telecommunication via another medium – telepathy.  The art of communication outside of the known human senses. Having yet to be conditioned into believing what a mind could not do, I was free to experience, as many children do, within the unbounded phantasy of my own imagination with what a mind could do.  The imagination – the birthing place of all creations.  Where a tiny spark of light has the power to create an unfathomable explosion, a star, a world or a universe.

Academics, Professors, Psychiatrists, and Scientists accept telecommunication but they do not believe in telepathy.  In my experience, they expel, rubbish, medicate and refute anyone who does.  But we are all free to choose what we do and do not believe.  Some people only believe in the things they can see, but we cannot see air, or gravity, or magnetics, and yet all that exists. Having spent a lifetime watching the influences of invisible forces on human, physical and metaphysical behaviour, it is always quite a giggle to watch a scientist put electrodes on the head of a psychic medium (a communicator with another world) and try to figure out what happens in the physical brain – with absolutely no reference to the metaphysical mind!  Returning to their frequency screens, the bottom-up perceivers are dumbfounded by the ability of Alpha and Delta waves combining, revealing a mind in waking sleep – suspended between states of consciousness.  Now, what will I say about those whom Freud’s Schreber referred to as ‘the soul murderers’?  Knowing all that I know now about the anatomy of the ego, the landscape of the human mind and of timely progress – at this age, I would simply say, ‘bless-em’.

There is much more to be written and said on both telecommunication and telepathy, but you will have to wait for my biography.  I could, in the meantime, direct you toward the study of the elemental Roman deity Mercury, the divine communicator and messenger of the Gods.  I wonder what he would say about juvenile 5G communication technology?  I expect he is laughing.  In this mercurial theatre we call life, where all experiences are created perfectly in order to transform us, one must learn and master the arts of all forms of communication; of suspended animation, of disregard, of psychic acrobats, of navigating expansion and skilful bonding.  Or we can play in the garden shed with solder, with coffee, and with humour.

Carole Sawo

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