The Boundary Between Light and Darkness: My 6-6-6 Experience

By W. David Pope

I describe in intricate details the process of language structures in the brain. I present my model for human language as a relativistic containment of events held by our conscious selves in spaces that exist between our brains. I saw it firsthand, and I am sharing my experience with the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639619092

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The Boundary Between Light and Darkness

My 6-6-6 Experience

W. David Pope

ISBN 978-1-63961-908-5 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63961-909-2 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by W. David Pope

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Part 2

Chapter Chop Suey

Confusion Leads to Clarity If the Path Can Be Made Straight

Chapter 73

Chapter 73.25

Chapter 6-6-6

Chapter 5-5-5

Chapter Infinity and Beyond

My Burden is Light

In Conclusion

Bibliography

Introduction

This book concerns one single thought which consisted of six attention spans of language. I saw every visual process involved with the transfer of the thought into speech from multiple perspectives along a timeline that was pushed to the very edge of memory decay before activating the thought into speech. It involves reversed neuronal mechanisms relating literally every part of the brain to language production, with the first five attention spans being deconstructed after the sixth segment was put in place. The implications are enough for me to write this book.

For thirty years I have contemplated problems that simply led to more complexities. I have wrestled with countless ideas and meditated through concepts to figure out how this experience existed in my brain. I expect not many people to believe or take seriously what I have written. I think not many will. The scientific community is reaching levels where there could be a few people out there who can comprehend my 6-6-6 model for human language better than I.

Giving an honest and accurate description of my experience is difficult, to say the least. It was the largest string of language I have ever connected together into one time in all my life. The extreme weirdness of the whole thing compelled me to understand it. I didn't go randomly thinking of different things; I took the beginning and processed my way to the end for at least two thousand hours over the last thirty years. Everything I know is going to end up wrong, because I learn better ways to think about things as I learn from my mistakes. It's always been this way. Growth in ideas is a constantly changing construct of the mind. I hope I keep realizing where I am wrong. Even though I'm always making mistakes, I'm always learning where I was wrong, and my model is still growing by leaps and bounds, even after thirty years of learning.

Through my 6-6-6 experience, I have developed a few ideas for how we create thoughts from the language we share with each other and how those interactions create perceptions of thoughts that must be crossed over into the motor region before they can be thought of as language. I will describe it as best as I am able. My experience came in a structure of 6-6-6. There were six spans of attention that processed into one, backward. Then six spans of attention processed into one forward. The last six were played out in segments of speech in sequence, each one going forward and backward before reaching the next segment. I hope I can clear this up by the end of my book.

I answered Dr. Ruth's question in about one minute. All at once my answer formed, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand it. If I had not held the answer back for so long before I decided to speak it, I'm sure I would have expressed the language successfully. And I would have never noticed the processes involved in the language of the human brain. I had to catch up in time for the entire process, because my thought began to decay before it entered my awareness as a motor program.

I saw every visual process that placed the language into the frontal cortex motor region. On two occasions while I was verbalizing the thought, I was pulled under and got to see the entire shape and pattern of the thought within the surface from underneath. I saw the words before I said them, patterned in a linear arrangement curving around the surface of a sphere. This book concerns what I saw that day and a few things I have learned from it. In part one, I try my best to focus on what I perceived while I was giving my answer to her question. In part two, I attempt to understand or interpret what I perceived and what I believe it means. I was the only one that saw what I saw, and some of the things I learned about are amazing. I thank God for blessing me with something to think about.

Chapter 1

Holding the answer in my mind with attention and effort while waiting for the question to begin.

Wise in heart and strong in power—Who hath hardened toward Him and is at peace? Who is removing mountains, And they have not known, Who hath overturned them in His anger. Who is shaking earth from its place, And its pillars move themselves. Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up. Stretching out the heavens by Himself, And treading on the heights of the sea. (Job 9:4–8 )

1.1 Dr. Ruth Begins the Question

Class had just begun. I am in an upper division writing course, English 160W, at Fresno State University. Dr. Ruth Jenkins is my professor; she goes by Dr. Ruth. Approximately thirty adults are sitting around the circumference of a large wooden table. Dr. Ruth begins class, and everyone listens attentively. You could hear a pin drop. She builds one statement into place after another. Her speech dances with the timing of her movements. The timing placed upon her words reverberate in synchronized motion with her hands, adding anticipated endings in the air to the long string of syllables required for her to build the question.

The auditory information she conveys captures my attention and provides my mind with points formed within the assigned reading from the previous class session. I held her every moment and watched her every move. The way she focused on presenting the question with perfect prosody, body language, and speech rate, combined with my mind's being intimately familiar with the intricately woven material, allowed me to form strong pictures from what she was saying.

She begins the final piece of supporting information that is building up to the question. Each piece was followed by a brief moment to place the meaning of language into proper thought. Dr. Ruth was asking a complicated question concerning the assigned reading.

1.2 The Answer Arrives in My Mind

She finishes the fifth supporting statement, and before the silence of the pause she gives between each statement, the point of the answer forms in my mind, and I feel it with a heaviness in the back of my mind. It made a very strong impression. She starts to verbalize the question as I realize every word and hold them all as I wait and ponder my situation. By the time she is halfway through, I have committed to present my answer to the class. I'm nervous about it. The syllables in the air are reaching me only with sounds now as my attention uses the time for me to think about my situation. I wonder if somebody might steal the floor from me; I calculate the exact moment for when I can start my answer. I am focused onto holding my thought in place, waiting for the exact moment to push it out from behind my face. My focus intensifies on holding it in place. I could feel it moving away from me. I was on the edge of my seat holding onto this point behind my face.

1.3 Fear Begins to Creep

I chose not to interrupt, because she hadn't asked her question yet, and I didn't want to be rude. I had the notion while she was talking out the question whether I should interrupt her and give the answer or remain silent and wait. I held onto my answer, amazed as every word she said matched exactly as my mind predicted. I couldn't wait for her to get it all out; I needed to start speaking. I could feel the time slipping away. But I did wait, and a fear was building up that I was not going to be able to get my answer out. Little did I know that I was about to begin the most complex journey my mind had ever seen. The emotion of fear was letting me know I was in danger of losing my chance to provide what she was asking for.

1.4 The Thought Slipping Away in Time

I was holding my answer in mind; I could feel a sense of where it was located. It was behind me, drifting away behind my face, adjusting back to the front after every distraction of awareness as time passed by. It also began to creep off to the left, as entropy slowly spread the head over the tail as I held the central point in place. The longer I waited, the more it seemed to drift off behind, and eventually toward the left and behind. It was on its way away from me, and I was anxious to begin. Her last word finally came out exactly as it was felt with an adrenaline rush as I intentionally began the action to speak. I remember watching her lips, in what appeared to be slow motion, as she rolled out the last syllable. It formed with a slur that I perceived quite vividly as happening in slow motion, stretching out in time in an oddly peculiar manner. The motion of her lips produced the same slow motion of time sense within my eyes as her lips almost seemed to expand and bubble out.

1.5 Letting It Fly

Her last syllable was still hanging off her lips. I had chosen to begin speaking. I sprang my answer into the process of verbalization, even as the last syllable of the question was still hanging off Dr. Ruth's lips. I timed it with the awareness that I wasn't going to allow any window of silence for someone else to answer first, for I had this fear develop during the question. I figured that she would be finished speaking by the time my voice would hit the air. I anticipated my window to speak, and I almost could not wait any longer. I remember the moment. I was holding the answer so long that I was looking for the earliest possible moment that marked the end of her words so I could release it. As the moment approached, I could no longer hold the thought in place; I perceived it was creeping off behind me and to the left. I jumped a little early and almost wanted to wait a fraction of a second longer, but I couldn't wait any longer. I initiated the answer before I decided to because one part of my brain knew more than I did about the exact amount of time left before the thought disappeared.

The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. (Matt. 4:16)

Chapter 2

The first set of six attention spans (plus one extra from having time to notice things) is set into place in one continuous motion, beginning as a still frame before the beginning and ending as a lens, brought into a place through a crooked path that eventually becomes straightened out to show me the way to the beginning of the words, according to my tongue.

2.1 The Initial Spot behind My Face Is Forced to the Front and Center of My Forehead

The instant snapped in front of me as I brought my answer to the front and center of my awareness. It released from the back of my mind like pressure is released when a bullet leaves a gun. When I set it into motion, it sprang to a location directly in front of me. That is where I saw or felt it go initially. I know I released it, and it went straight forward into the space straight ahead of my location at that time. It was placed where I put it, but I wasn't familiar with what happened next.

2.2 The Initial Curvature, the Right Brain Measures the Darkness from beyond the Light of the Left

Immediately following the forwardly released bullet that I brought dead center to my front, I found myself moved. I appeared looking straight forward, continuous with my previous moment, but I had been moved to the right of where I had previously been located, and something had formed to my left that was an immediate part of my perceptions. A great curvature was in my peripheral awareness just to my left, curving forwardly upward and away from my current location. My gaze remained dead center forward during this moment. I noticed this upward-frontward-leftward curvature from the corner of my eye. It was the only thing I could see. Straight ahead was never looked upon, though my eyes never veered away from looking straight ahead. The light was bounded into the curvature, and the darkness was straight ahead, and my eyes told the tongue where to grab and bring it flat to the darkness, as my eyes rotated the fixed, straight-ahead gaze into darkness to catch the light of the tongue.

To my surprise, I inherently knew to turn my eyes toward the left and down in order to continue. In an instant, I held the extreme forward-left-upward crest of a white curvature and pulled it down flat in the blink of an eye.

2.3 A Straight Path

I used my eyes to grab and flatten the curved surface through a downward pull and left rotation, without any motion, making it flat to face me in an instant. It made a vivid and clear impression. After I flattened the hill, I began to move straight into a point of focus at the center of my gaze, horizontal in direction relative to my initial vector of placing the answer forward in front of me. I moved straight into the point at its center. I only had a brief instant to notice I had focused onto the point of the curvature at the top of the crest. When I turned to bring it flat and face it, my vision transformed it to the center of my view, and it became a great white sphere in front of me.

It had a spherical shape, white in color, and I was looking directly at a small point on the other side of its surface that marked the spot previously held as my answer to the question. I didn't have much time to sit and stare at it, but I did have time to notice it began as a large curved white surface in the corner of my eye, and it ended as my point of fixation moved straight to it after setting it to face me. My motion consisted of one frame straight to the boundary, similar to the way that my grabbing the curvature and turning my eyes to face it transformed into me facing it, without any motion or frames of visual perceptions in between. The initial curvature upwards in front and to my left was one frame of motionless visual awareness. When I moved close to the great white sphere's surface, it was also a transformation from one frame to the next, without any motion or frames appearing in between. When I was up close to the surface, it remained white, the apparent curvature appeared flat because it was immediately in front of me, and the only curvature I perceived was on the other side of it. Then motion with a very smooth acceleration pulled me straight into it, toward the small sphere on the other side of the surface. The first frame of motion pulled me past the surface, turning whiteness to dark gray. I crossed the surface, and the whiteness disappeared as motion carried me straight forward into it. I could feel motion increasing with acceleration.

2.4 A Crooked Path

The moment continued to progress, but without the visual curvature of light marking the outer boundary of the great white sphere, I find difficulty with describing to you how I perceived that I was still moving. I traveled across enough space to have the time to realize I had the peculiar feeling my body was moving, initially in a straight path, and at some point the acceleration became centripetal, turning into a corkscrew-like sensation of motion. I was moving toward what was left to the point of my answer. I was becoming closer to it as my peripheral surroundings pulled away from the edge of my awareness, causing my perceptual boundary of vision to continually expand out from the edge of my peripheral boundary. I was moving toward a spot that eventually filled 80 percent of my visual awareness and froze my motion as I collided into it. It was a lens, the smallest observable point, the node in the left hemisphere's language center near Broca's area.

I noticed I gained more curvature attached to my peripheral medium as motion progressed. I felt like an arrow shooting across a vast space that grew heavier with gravity until the source of the acceleration pulled me in close. The curvature of motion increased as my visual range decreased, like my visual field was becoming magnified by the expansion of the central curvature surrounding me. The more curvature grew, the more the periphery of my visual boundary seemed to shrink. My perception of the center of my visual awareness at the last moment was that of a lens, focused in an off-direction, to my right and up. The lens was definitely not aligned with my final moment of vision, which appeared to perceive the angle from the horizontal motion immediately previous to the spiral motion projecting me across my sky. The motion that moved me into this point was twisting and turning to hit the point head on to its face, but after I collided into it, the last frame I saw was the lens in front of me with field lines coming from its edges that did not align with my forward direction. I was aligned with the linear direction of acceleration that pulled me into the great white sphere, but the visual field lines coming off the lens were aligned with the corkscrew-like path that I had just previously traveled through as I collided into it.

It was a weird experience, and it got my attention. I could perceive the sensation of angular acceleration in my body. My visual movement through darkness pulled me through the motion. I literally saw the curvature belonging to the medium I traveled through. I felt the acceleration of motion as I fell into the spot or lens. The final spot where my spiral motion landed seemed to hit the lens I collided with at the exact time of the collision, tilting the front side of my