Human Consciousness

By Desmond Newman

Reality and Dreams, Conscious and Subconscious, The Physical and Nonphysical. When these two aspects of existence merge, the result can be a blur between the two worlds still unknown, traveled by very few.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504913294

Desmond Newman

Desmond Newman, a man who’s a firm believer in the power of thought. And the beauty of translating thoughts, emotions, and ideas into writing or other forms of art, capturing a piece of themselves, for both current and future generations to mentally digest, and eventually one day sparking a person(s) own regurgitation of ideas and feelings into fruition.

Book preview

AuthorHouse™

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.authorhouse.com

Phone: [phone]

© 2015 Desmond Newman. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse   05/19/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-1326-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5049-1329-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number:   2015908109

Print information available on the last page.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

THE HUMAN CONSCIENTIA

A lex along with his brother grew up in the urban part of Los Angeles, Ca. Kevin was the older brother of two, but only by 3 years age difference. They lived with their single mother who worked as a nurse 12 hour shifts 3 days in a row out of the week, and who slept mostly throughout the rest of the week. Their Father wasn’t around, according to their mother, he’d been a War hero in the early 70’s and who was an honorable man, who’d lost his life not too long after having his youngest son Alex. The mother told the story of how their Father was coming home one night, and dropped dead in the street due to Congential Heart Defect. Kevin being the older of the two, at young age had to grow up much quicker than he’d like, a will to do what whatever it took to succeed, and break down and through any barriers that were in his way. Kevin had a innate drive, and was always the type to except and deal with anything that was thrown his way, it was in his nature. He carried himself in a stern and assertive way type of way. Yet, he had compassion for others, and always had a 6 th sense for feeling others emotions, which all throughout his early life he tried to ignore or suppress because it conflicted with the personality of assertive machoness he was trying to project out into the world. But it was always that tingle in the spine that slight thought in the back of his mind, he knew it was there. Kevin knew that it was something from within, that he couldn’t explain, and he knew that others in the world could and did have the same abilities as him. Kevin often at times had trouble sleeping, he’d had the ability to dream about certain events, and within a matter of time, whether short or long events would come true. One would say that he was psychic or a foreseer, but in the Science community, this notion wasn’t accepted. He’d often would confine in his mother, the dreams he’d been having and how sometimes he would turn on the news and see his vision right before his eyes. She’d didn’t know how to respond, but none the less she believed him in what he was telling her, he never could figure out whether she genuinely believed in or if she believed in him as a mother who had love for their child would believe. These visions is one of the contributing factors of why Kevin decided to get into the Neurology field. He wanted to investigate the mysteries of the mind, and its connection with the body, as well as how the psychological realms could contribute and play a factor in human existence. Kevin and his brother weren’t really close over the past couple of years due to their constant disagreements from the simplest of things such as who would eat the last slice of bread, or who would get the remote next to watch each ones favorite show.

Alex Trevorky, the younger of the two was always the jokester. He wasn’t a go with the flow type of person. Since he was the baby, he’d act like one, often at times while growing up getting himself into trouble at school, not listening to what he considered in his young adolescent mind as authoritarian figures. He was often into creativity, and doing things that he thought was liberating. This state of mind continued throughout his teens, and into his young adult life. One would say he was a free spirited type of fellow, who believed in injustices, planetary environmental issues over corporate greed, as well as secret projects and experimentation governments were conducting through black projects funded by Private sector contractors and the tax payers. He like his brother studied the Brain as well, but he studied things that weren’t being taught in an academic type of environment. He studied the theoretical connection between the brain, human consciousness, and multidimensional planes of existence. He like his brother read books, literature and poems too, but his favorites were from people who wrote about Spirituality, injustices in society, unity of the human race, and the unlimited potential of the human consciousness. Some of his favorites were Walter Witman, Gandhi, Langston Hughes, Werner Heisenberg, Edgar Cayce, Cesar Chavez, Malcom X, Percy Lavon Julian, Carl Sagan among others. He even took a liking to some who poets who were not well known for their poetry, such as Tu Pac Shakur. One of his favorite quotes was by the Greek Philosopher Zeno of Citium, who taught, Mental peace must be acquired out of your own will not to let anything upset you. Death is necessity, so why feel depressed when someone dies? Depression doesn’t help, it only hurts. Why get enraged over something? The rage will not result in anything good. And so, in controlling one’s emotions, a state of mental peace is brought about. Alex worked a 9 to 5 job, with no benefits and making a couple dollars over minimum wage. Alex lived in a 1 bedroom apartment in the downtown area of Los Angeles CA in which he lived on the second floor who’s occupants included the presences of unwanted roaches and rats as well as next door neighbors such as formal prostitutes, an older man who was in Vietnam War, and a couple of junkies who were always curious of what Alex had in his apartment. Alex was an outgoing person, spoke often and cared about socializing. He was a very intelligent young man like his brother, but had different views when it came to society, political, religious, economic, and ethical views to just name a few. Alex often read about out of body experiences in different cultures and religions such as the Chinese tradition of Taoism, the Lin’ga S’ari-ra in India culture, and the ikiryo in the Japanese culture as well as other religions who mention similar experiences. Alex knew in his heart that there was some merit to these teachings and wanted desperately to experience what others taught. He would do extensive research when he’d get off work or on the weekends in which he’d have off for it was nearly impossible to meditate anytime at work, because he was always kept preoccupied with the job at hand. He would meditate, whenever he had time trying to feel some sort of out of body experience. So when meditation wasn’t enough, he’d turn to certain outer influences such as semisynthetic psychedelic enhancers also known as Lysergic acid Diethylamide otherwise known as LSD. He knew that at less than 25 micrograms, the substance would affect the sheet of neuron tissue called Cerebral Cortex. He’d learned about the cerebral cortex and how it was connected to various subcortical structures of the brain such as the Thalamus. He had researched how the Thalamus functions includes relaying sensory and motor skills to the cerebral cortex as well as regulation of consciousness, sleep and alertness. He’d known that the chemical structure of LSD was similar to that of the body’s neurotransmitter Serotonin. Alex knew it was high risk factor when it came to taking drugs, for not only was it illegal, but it was dangerous. Alex studied how taking the drug would not only enhance certain parts of the brain such as the Thalamus which contributes to Consciousness, sleep and alertness, but it would also contribute enhancements in the visual cortex which meant hallucinations. But Alex weighed the risk with the reward, and chose the possibility of reward. The problem with Alex was not necessarily his cognitive thought process for he was a very smart man, a problem solver. His problem was the lack of confidence in himself to achieve certain heights on his own, whether getting good grades in school because of the lack of focus, nailing a great job with benefits because of the lack of effort, or even being socially acceptable through the aid of alcohol and drugs. So when he did at times muster up the little courage he had to express his brilliant insight and theories on certain subjects especially pertaining to Metaphysics, he was often not taken seriously, or looked upon as a joke or jokester. The people he hung around knew about his older brother, the future scholar/Neuroscientist student, who was the assertive one, someone you could take seriously. This only added to the lack of self confidence in Alex, and further isolation of himself from the rest of the world. Alex knew deep down, that his own theories as well as theories from others before him had some credence to it. And he felt that if he could prove or bring to light some of his theories, he’d receive validation through others, which meant a boost in his confidence. But more importantly he would be as smart and worthy of respect as his older brother. This was the underlining driving force to Alex’s obsession with studying chemistry, of drugs as well as the mind and experimentation of the human mind through these hallucinogen drugs on himself. He tried various concoction of drugs both natural and synthetic on himself twice in the past, but both times were unable to write down his experience because for five days (each time), he’d stayed under the bed eating animal crackers and oatmeal cookies wondering if the moth man was going to fly through the window at any moment, or if the little mouse from the cartoon Tom and Jerry was going to pop out a rat hole at any second. Since that plan didn’t work out, not to mention losing two jobs because of his extensive absences, Alex was stumped yet resilient in an effort to discover the truth, this was the only thing that Alex in his current life situation had to look forward to, and what kept him focus and away from socially influentially street people as well as drugs and alcohol 80% of the time he was alone.

Kevin Trevorky was a highly intelligent brilliant young man who was going to school to become a Neurologist. He and his younger brother Alex Trevorky grew up in the inner cities of South Los Angeles Ca. Kevin read books, literature, and poems from great Scholars, and Philosophers such as Albert Einstein, Robert Oppenheimer, and Max Planck. Kevin had taken his undergraduate courses such as anatomy, biochemistry, physiology, pharmacology, psychology, microbiology, pathology, medical ethics, and laws governing medicine, at an out of state university on the East coast and was preparing to take his MCAT exam (Medical College Admission Test) after his senior year which was less than 6months away. But his dreams of one day becoming a Neuro Scientist were quickly crashing down on him, and he would never walk across that graduating stage. Kevin was one who was at the top of his class, but being smart in school and getting good grades didn’t directly bring money to the table. Kevin lived in a nice furbished apartment off Campus grounds in an upscale neighborhood of New York, which the average college student wouldn’t be able to afford unless they were privileged students receiving money from their upper class mommy or daddy. Kevin wasn’t by far rich, and some of his class mates who heard about his lavish life style began circulating roomers of what he was doing. Male colleagues thought he was some sort of major drug dealer who was covering his tracks by going to school. Women colleagues thought he was some sort of pimp, for he was a handsome tall African American young man with a chisel narrow face, and commanding piercing eyes. While his peers went off to some island to celebrate Spring Break vacation, Kevin would often opt out, do his own thing and instead would head to Vegas. Kevin loved going to Vegas, especially knowing that he was going to take home Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Kevin knew how to swindle Hundreds of dollars from the dollar machines, as well as the Black Jack Table for he knew a lot about Computers, Frequencies, data hacking, encryptions, patterns of how the card dealer would deal his cards. He loved making money, for he didn’t have much while growing up, and could send some back to his soon to be retired mother. The only thing that made him happier than making tons of money was the thrill of the challenge of obtaining those funds. He had master not only making hundreds of thousands of dollars within a short time period, but he also mastered not being caught by knowing where the surveillance cameras were, security personal both in uniform and plain clothes, as well as entrances and exit routes throughout each Casino. During his weeklong Spring vacation, he would hit up multiple Casino’s each day until the end of the week making anywhere between $8,000-$50,000 a night. His freshmen year he made $40,500, sophomore year $100,000, junior year $218,000. Kevin would have gotten away with his scheme, but after so many wins, the Casino management started to catch wind of what he was doing and informed some there acquaintances of the FBI. Every year he would win, he would spend some of his cash earnings on things like, food, a ticket back to school, and tickets back and forth to home on the holidays. Doing these things had no significance to it for there were no laws being broken nor did it cause any alarms to the authorities. His mishap was depositing large sums of his earnings into his personal Bank account as well as an IRA account, which set off some alarms to the Federal Bureau of Investigation who were already investigating him. By the beginning of Fall his senior year, the investigation on him was starting to surface and he was pulled out of class by an investigator unaware of what was going on until interrogated and drilled into how he gained so much money within a short period of time without working. The Dean of the College was subsequently informed of the situation by the investigators, and Kevin was soon after asked to come into his office where he was told that his admission into the college was being revoked temporarily until the investigational findings were complete. The Dean used Rhetoric such as, It’s in the best interest of the schools academia that I as Dean up hold the integrity and dignity of our University, and by no means allow such conduct of any individual to diminish or tarnish the legacy of our institution. Which in Kevin’s mind translated into, Your ass is grass, get the hell off my campus and don’t come back you snake conniving dessolent hethen! The Dean allowed Kevin to finish out the remainder of the semester since his classes were already payed for, told him that his admissions would be suspended until the investigation was complete. Kevin in his heart knew what that meant, the college was planning on suspending his admissions indefinitely. At that moment, Kevin’s heart was beating fast, thoughts of regret began racing through his mind. And for the first time in a while, the young man who’d had such a promising future, now everything was crashing down quicker than magma down the side of an erupted volcano. It wasn’t that Kevin couldn’t handle taking responsibility for his actions for he’d been doing that all throughout his childhood, teenage years. Instead, Kevin was more terrified of an unknown future he’d soon have to face. In fact, Kevin was more afraid of the unknown in general. After the Dean concluded his short speech, Kevin arose from his chair, and slowly walked out the office into the parking lot towards his car, for he felt slightly embarrassed as well as sad to the point he couldn’t finish his class. He gets into his vehicle, puts his head down on the stirring wheel for a moment, before eventually turning on the car and drives off headed towards home. As he’s driving, all he could think about how stupid he felt on pushing his boundaries a little too far. Kevin didn’t believe in luck, he always believed in making his own luck through very careful analysis and planning. And were the foundation or code he lived by for his everyday life which gave him a sense of control over his life and his life path. Kevin wasn’t nieve, he knew he couldn’t control things like the weather or other natural disasters, but he always had an innate sense of controlling his own future. He didn’t feel as if there were an ultimate God or force controlling his reality or anyone elses. He just knew that he was in control up to this point, and that he had fucked up, badly. None the less, he was ready to face the consequences of his actions, whatever it maybe. Kevin loved the holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas, because it gave him a break from all the school work such as exams, essays, and everything else that came with the pressures of college life. But this particular year he felt depressed sad and anxiety due to everything that was transpiring in his life. From the investigation that was being conducted on him, to his dream of one day becoming a Neuroscientist coming to a halt, he felt his life spiraling out of control. And on top of that, he had another issue to add to his turmoil, which was worse than the FBI and the whole college admission situation combined, this being the media. The investigation was leaked to the press and like clockwork, they were on it like flies with no wings on shit. Kevin was questioned by the FBI twice, they didn’t have enough on him, but it didn’t stop them from surveillancing him. A couple days after Kevin was interrogated by the FBI followed by the meeting with his Dean, Kevin was pulling up to his apartment. He had just came back from working out at the local park, in which afterwards he stopped to get something to eat before heading back home. He’d always parked on the street even though after 6pm there were no parks which in his case he would park in the alley where he had access to a wooden fence gate that lead to a narrow walk way down to the back entrance of his place. On this evening while pulling up to the front of his Condo, he’d seen the news reporters and their vans in front of his place, Kevin decided it was best to park in the back to avoid the circus, so as he proceeds to drive past, one of the news reporters spots him and said, There he is. All of the news casters who out in his front yard quickly dive into their news vans like an Olympic gold medalist swimmer and begins the chase. Kevin goes around the corner real quick and drives around the back into the alley, parking his car parallel to his apartment’s garage instead of inside due to the fact he was using it more as a storage for his belongings rather than a car port. Kevin while almost getting out as quickly as the car stopped, parks his car. He gets out so fast that he drops his keys on the floor, and as he bends down to pick them up, he looks up and sees a line of vans quickly coming down the alley heading towards his way, all with huge Antenna’s that were mounted on the top. He could hear the flooring of their engines and watched as the vans bounced over bumps and dips causing the under cage to make loud screeching sounds while at the same time small sparks were emerging as the Vans came back down from slightly being airborne. He quickly picks up his keys, slams his car door hits the auto lock remote on his key chain, and fumbles through his set of keys to open the wooden fence. Once opened, the news vans came pouring in, until the first one reached the back end of Kevin’s car where it came to an abrupt stop. The media crews flung open their side doors, women reporters in high heels and men in their suites jumped out like men jumping off boats onto the shores of Pearl Harbor. They could run without losing their footing better than a Federal Agent who were being taped about to nab a wanted fugitive on the ten most wanted list. Kevin closes the wooden gate swiftly just as they began approaching, and locks the gate. The only problem was, that the gate was only about 7ft in height, as Kevin begins walking towards his back door, a shiny light beams down the back of his neck, he turns around and it’s one of the media crew members who had managed to step on a 3 foot tall stone that leaned against the side of the fence, with a shoulder camera half way blinding him while saying, Excuse me sir, Excuse me, Excuse me, Excuse me……. about 50 times in one breath. Kevin could hear the other reporters scrambling around like lab rats on narcotics trying to get into a better position to repeat the very same words. Kevin, who didn’t find it too amusing turned around and kept walking towards his back door as the camera man tried maneuvering to get a better angle of him before losing his footing and stumbling into the alley on his face, while another news reporter stepped right up onto the same rock and took his place without asking or giving a damn whether the man was alright. Kevin makes it inside, quickly shutting his blinds, throws his keys on the counter and goes into the Refrigerator grabbing three ice cold beers and returns to his room where he flicks on the T.V and cracks open one his beverages, slurping the foam as it over spills while coming out of the can. He turns to one of the cable news channels, and watches as the news Anchor describes the latest news from around the world, News Anchor, Today in the news, After months of tension between two regions in the Middle East who were historically in conflict with one another, the two side are in the final stages of a cease fire and peace treaty agreement by world renowned mediator advisor Johnathan Phelps.

Kevin who always kept up with the world news more than the local news had seen this man named Johnathan Phelps before, for he had been in the news numerous of times, in and out of the Middle East as well as Asia, Africa, Central and South America helping impoverished countries, as well as helping other countries, deterring them from civil conflicts as well as neighboring and abroad wars. Kevin any other day would have liked to have listen to more especially on something in the news that wasn’t depressing. But there was way too much on his current mind, and instead turned down the volume without turning off the T.V, put his beer down on the night stand next to his bed, and plopped his head on his pillow for his depression was to the point where it was making him tired. Kevin was never really into a particular religion, nor was he into religion in general for he believed that each religion had something to offer in which an individual could learn from. During the past couple of years, he was drawn towards and read both about Buddhism and Hinduism. What sparked his interest was the whole meditation thing, especially when it came to stressful situations like the one he was currently in. He meditated for a while because it had in the past helped him relax, and temporarily forget his problems while eventually dosing off to sleep. He noticed every time he awoke he felt alive, and better equipped to take on the world. Kevin layed still in his bed meditating in a trace like state, and after 10mins into his meditating, he heard a slight tapping sound coming from his bedroom window, which drew his attention. He drew back the blinds slightly, and seen it was a sparrow bird tapping on his window. At first he thought how cute that little sparrow was as he just knew after about 5mins, the bird was going realize it wasn’t going to be able to get in, and eventually fly off. So, Kevin closed the blinds slowly while saying to himself, Isn’t that sweet, and began meditating again. Well, 15mins passed, and the bird was still knocking on his window, and Kevin was becoming more agitated. Now instead of thinking how precious this bird was, in his mind and under his breath he started mumbling to himself as he reopened the blinds slightly, Stupid got damn mutherfucker bird, get the fuck out of here. But the bird seemed as if it weren’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon, and Kevin’s patience was running thin. Before he let his emotions get the best of him, so he closed