Reflecting on Self-Realization and Neurodivergence

Have you ever pondered your thoughts without understanding the process behind them? Am I truly the one thinking? There comes a moment of self-realization when one can no longer distinguish between the processes and underlying events.

I was sitting in an auditorium, listening to a symphony by Beethoven and other composers, performed by professionals in celebration of Greek ATLAS. I was sleep-deprived and utterly exhausted. The melody filled the air, the harsh tones of violins and cellos resonating within me. I felt both aggravated and sad simultaneously. As time passed, recognizing my feelings became impossible. I was in turmoil, feeling excruciatingly annoyed yet fascinated. Near the end, something deep inside me shouted, “Stop it, Marzieh. How far are you willing to go? How long will you let this happen? Do you hate yourself that much? Open your eyes; you already know the truth.”

The realization struck me—an overwhelming sense of betrayal mixed with relief at not falling into the web that had slowly knitted around me. It could have been much worse, and I recognized that in time. Throughout this process, I learned more about myself. What I wanted was not what I thought I wanted. I am a different person, and who I am is, at the very least, a gift and blessing to myself.

When one is neurodivergent, understanding gut feelings like a neurotypical person does is challenging. My mind says one thing while my gut says another. I’ve thought about this extensively. I believe that the subconscious, the underlying algorithm in our brains that organizes everything in our bodies, is connected to our gut feelings. The conscious mind is merely a shallow representation, often overrated and mostly useless compared to the subconscious. With the conscious mind, we make random decisions and often regret the consequences. Gut feelings are crucial for understanding what’s happening in our minds. As a neurodivergent person, I lack this connection—or perhaps I don’t fully understand it.

But through my experiences, I know I have the same gut feelings as a neurotypical person; I just don’t understand them. I have decided to do something about this. I need to develop a tool unique to myself, or perhaps for any other neurodivergent individuals out there who are struggling and frustrated with this way of living.

I know that many approaches already exist. By combining these approaches, I can develop a personalized toolkit to better understand and interpret my gut feelings. The key is to be patient and persistent in exploring different methods until I find what works best for me. I will write about this more, as journaling could be very helpful in understanding things that happen all the time and that I often ignore.

In the beginning there was no light!

I feel like I’ve been trapped in a game of power for some time. I’ve been played and pushed around, trying to figure out what to do. As it becomes clearer, I realize I was playing a game without knowing its rules.

I’ve decided not to play anymore. I understand the consequences of being powerless in such an elaborate scheme of power. I want to be free of this chaos, so I choose to make my own rules and quit this nonsense.

I believe everyone on this planet has been played in this abusive game at least once or twice. Sooner or later, they realize that no matter what they do, it cannot change things for the better. Instead, it makes them vulnerable and weaker than ever.

The moment we decide we don’t want to play is the moment of liberation. There are millions of paths for everyone to take in life, and what we choose shapes what we will choose later. The outcome is always the same, no matter which path one chooses. Regret or failure is not a monstrous thing, as the universe and its workings are based on nothing. Believe me, I’ve done a lot of research about it.

“There is non-fainting wine, and the nice cupbearer are two traps on one’s life journey. The cleverest ones cannot be free from those traps.” Such beautiful poetry from Hafez. Whenever I read this poem, I wonder at this stage of my life what my non-fainting wine is and who my cupbearer is. The things that keep me away from the chaos are the things that create chaos in me. I have the cup in my own hand, and at this moment, I am my own cupbearer. My desire to drink the tempting wine of life has dramatically increased. The surge of passion and longing has become stronger and more familiar, so much so that I cannot hold myself back in the shadows.

There are times when I hear the constant frequency of the fields so intensely that I embrace myself within the field and go beyond. The excruciating sounds of collapsing in one location in space and time bring me back to this nauseating turmoil of eternal salvation from the frequency of chaos, the art of the universe, mastering the movement of pieces in our journeys.

Stepping back into darkness to see better, one must stay for a while. Adaptability to no meaning, darkness is not nothing; it is everything. In the essence of provocative primordial illusion, the madness of life and passion can become something or someone as a state of the field in the superposition of being and not being. One might wonder how it starts; certainly, there was no light. The commencement of the beginning always followed the path to chaos. The chaos within expands exponentially, bringing us the revelation of evolution into light.

With another Love

All my tears have been used up on another love

Until I met you, and I felt alright with another love, with another love.
Then you took me up above the mountains, up so high,
With so much love, with so much love.
We were high, and I could fly.
And then you held your arms around me with so much love, with so much love.
Then all I needed was your arms to keep me safe and warm,
But you were afraid to hold me with your arms.
I became heavy, and you didn’t want me even with the love, even with the love.
So you pushed me down from above—no more love, no more arms.
I was falling down so fast and slow towards the black hole,
I felt so much and so low—no more love, no more arms.
When I was close to hitting the ground,
I remembered I could fly, with another love, with another love.
I opened my wings, eagle-wise, and started to get high,
With another love, with another love.
All I needed was your arms to feel safe and alright,
But you didn’t want me, you were so afraid of getting high.
Up over the clouds, I could fly so much high,
I couldn’t see you—you were so small,
On another land, on another land, the land of most men.
I could be happy because I can fly and go high,
Nothing can hurt me anymore.
No more love with your arms,
I deserve more, I can fly so much more,
With another love, with another love.
It is my love for the stars.

Laplace’s demon thought experiment

Exploring the Boundaries of Determinism and Free Will

In the early 19th century, the French mathematician and philosopher Pierre-Simon Laplace introduced a captivating concept known as Laplace’s Demon. This hypothetical entity embodies the idea of complete knowledge and perfect prediction: if it possessed knowledge of every particle’s position and velocity in the universe at a given moment, along with a thorough understanding of the physical laws governing their interactions, Laplace’s Demon could predict the future state of the universe with absolute certainty.

The implications of Laplace’s Demon are profound and far-reaching. At its core, it challenges our understanding of determinism and free will. If the universe operates according to deterministic laws and Laplace’s Demon possesses perfect knowledge of these laws and the initial conditions, then every event, from the movement of planets to the thoughts in our minds, would be predetermined by the laws of physics. This raises profound questions about the existence of free will: if everything is predetermined, do we truly have the ability to make choices and shape our destiny?

Laplace’s Demon also underscores the concept of scientific reductionism, which suggests that complex phenomena can be fully explained by understanding their constituent parts and the fundamental laws governing their behavior. However, it also highlights the limitations of reductionism: while Laplace’s Demon is a thought experiment, it assumes that complete knowledge of initial conditions and physical laws is attainable, which may not be feasible in practice.

The quantum mechanics presents a challenge to Laplace’s Demon and the concept of determinism as envisioned by Laplace. Quantum mechanics introduces fundamental probabilistic uncertainty at the microscopic level, characterized by phenomena such as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle and the probabilistic nature of quantum measurements.

At the quantum level, particles do not possess well-defined positions and momenta simultaneously, and their behavior is inherently probabilistic. This means that even if one were to possess complete knowledge of the initial state of the universe at a given moment, as well as a thorough understanding of the laws of quantum mechanics, it would still be impossible to predict future states with absolute certainty.

This inherent uncertainty in quantum mechanics undermines the deterministic worldview assumed by Laplace’s Demon. While classical mechanics operates under deterministic principles, quantum mechanics introduces a level of randomness and unpredictability at the fundamental level of nature. As a result, the concept of determinism, as articulated by Laplace, is not compatible with the probabilistic nature of quantum phenomena.

Midnights random thoughts

I want to tell you a story, it is a true story. I don’t know why I am here or what I am doing. It is weird…

Let me introduce myself. I am Jina, oh wait, I think my name is Nika. what am I saying, I am actually Asra or maybe Sarina. Don’t mind me I am a bit confused. you know what that dosen’t matter what my name is. I have many names.

I think I have to tell you how it started. many years ago there was one little girl, she was all alone. she felt isolated and couldn’t speak her truth about what she felt. she decided to find some other people who could understand her. It was hard on her, she didn’t belong. Finally she made her mind and traveled very very far to another land. People were different, they could be the ones. she felt different. she could be herself. She could talk and talk. people were listening to her, no one judge her, but she felt alone. she didn’t feel comfort. what could be the reason she wondered for some time. she left that place and traveled even further. there was new people, she spoke her mind. she looked and looked and looked. sadly for her she was all alone. she realised that maybe it is normal. may be that is how everyone feels. she was with herself, her thought was “I am individual. I am me, one single voice, one single mind” until …

One day she was many names. she was I, I was she.

Today I am not one, We are one. we are individuals speaking out our mind. she belong to us. we belong to her. my name is Freedom. my name is life, beauty. I am peace. I am love.

Every feeling matters

Being in the state of unbalanced swaying from two extreme edges, being so emotional and being so cold, how one can manage it. One becomes so impatient and intolerable for oneself or maybe for others. There is a voice in her head telling her, be yourself, just be yourself. But how ? You can be yourself only if you know who you are.

That is the question she is asking herself for very long time, who am I ? she doesn’t know what is it that she want the most. Does she want something? A voice in her head telling her, of course you want love, you want family. She can’t trust the voice. she question it why and to what end? what love can bring me, what family can give me?

suffering, pain, hardship and loneliness. Is it what you want ? There is a chest hidden deep under the mountain on a very far away Island in the middle of ocean. A treasure is inside the chest. It is treasure and it will remain treasure until it remains inside the chest. what will you do if you have the map to the chest? would you go on a journey to find the chest and take the treasure or you just let it be hidden for ever. what is more valuable ?

This hidden treasure is a secret. very important one. not meant to be found, she wonders.

She wonders all the time about other probable universes, the one she didn’t suffer in it. or the one she doesn’t exist there anymore. She wonders about her other selfs. The time the space the vacuum. if everything could stop for a moment. no nothing , not a wind on her face, not a warmth of a touch, quiet, dark, cold and the void.

what is her journey. To feel everything, whatever she desire. she need to open the chest once and for all!!

One Dimensional Girl

She was laying down on her belly and playing with her fingers. She gave them imaginary characters and made them talk to each other. The 4 years old was in her world of imagination, somehow enjoying herself. Meanwhile she heard her parents were talking about her. Mother noticed that something is off with her child and she is not playing as usual. So she want to take her to doctor for checkup.

She realized something on that moment without knowing it, something got imprinted in her, if I am sick Mom can notice it, which means she cares about me. She was getting that signal without comprehending what is going on. She was sick most of the time then to get her mom’s attention. She had a disable brother, a center of attention, the one that her mom care about the most. The girl was older and sicker. The girl wanted his dad attention too. Dad likes smart girl, so she became smarter, Dad likes her to be independent so she became independent.

No boys in her life, she wonders why. She had someone when she was 7. They were happily playing together. He was her second cousin. She felt protected and safe with him, he kept the bullies far from her. Little she knew, it was only for a short time, their parents had deep meaningless issues and they stop all the connections with each other on one day suddenly. She was only 7 , she wanted to go out and find him and play with him. But he was not there anymore. They took him away, no good bye no closure, no nothing, just the feeling of being abandoned. She was waiting for him for a very long time. He never came. That was so painful, she never let anyone else in. This and many other incidents in her life growing up, fear of death during the war, fear of being abandoned, fear of not being loved, seeing death of many people, old and young. She was the Logical girl. She followed the rules coming from school and society no emotion attached. Just being what they want her to be. She doesn’t know love and compassion. She had some boyfriends now and then, short time and no intimacy of course. Everyone who came to her life didn’t stayed. She was abandoned over and over again. She was getting sick still more than a normal person does. She was an adult subconsciously seeking attention, while she doesn’t need it anymore. All her emotion were sealed in a box in her heart. She never let it out. Of course she loved, but it was intentionally, a logical love. Until her niece was born. She loved her as her own daughter no agenda, unconditional love. She didn’t know it until she lost her to an accident. Love and lost, such a fine line, happened to her again. Every time she had to activate self defend mechanism just for survival. She even got severely sick, she didn’t know if she is going to survive.

All these years after, now she think about it and she see it clearly. “I am not logical person, as a person with magnifying senses, how can I be without emotion.” They were always there. She is starting to acknowledge them, the emotions, the feelings that she had to suppress for her own survival. The one dimensional girl start to realize whole new world of higher dimension. She can feel joy, desire differently. She can be herself for herself… to be continued

The realm of reality! part 1

It is a rare phenomena which happen to some people. When person is not aware what is happening. you don’t know if it is a dream or reality! some people scream and try to ask for help, they are in pain, they actually feel the pain, not able to breath, no voice coming out. what if this is not a dream!

I was in my bed, thinking about my wishes and hopes, not knowing of what is happening, I blinked and I was not able to move any more, my body was heavy, so heavy, I could feel the gravity thousand times stronger. As if there was something gigantic sitting on me, I tried to scream, no noise came out, I panicked and was unable to breath, I started to realize something, it was not real, it was just a nightmare. All I had to do was waking up. But how, I was trying and even asking for help, “please someone wake me up”. In one moment I was awake, sitting in my bed, it was so quiet, something was not quit right. so I went toward the door and before opening it, something very strong dragged me back to the bed and I was not able to move again!

This time I was on the side so I actually could see it, very large shadow covering all my body, so large that I couldn’t see its face, it was endlessly long going all the way out of ceiling to the sky. Struggling and screaming wasn’t helping, I was begging for someone wake me up, I asked from a saint, nothing happened. screaming “why, why please God help me”. And it was gone, I was awake this time. I heard my parents were talking in the living room, so I went there and saw my mom reading, I told her about my dream and how the saint didn’t help me. She said maybe you did something and he is mad at you! while she was talking, I felt something strange, I told t myself “is it real?”. In a blink of eye, I was dragged back to bed with the shadow on me, frozen and not able to move. I didn’t ask for help this time, I knew I had to take the charge. I said “doesn’t matter how heavy it is, I will move”, so tried and tried until I could move and the shadow was gone. I was sitting in my bed and thinking about what happened. I heard a noise from outside, I wanted to go out of my room but I didn’t feel like it. I was terrified.. what if it is not real….

How amazed you are?

Waking up every day very early in the morning by this amazing beautiful view, seeing sun rise from your room. The purple pinkish color turning to red makes you wonder about yourself. How lucky I am to see this everyday, it is high time to say your wishes, some impossible things you want to make them possible. Open the window and let the wind touch your face, let your feelings and your emotions get some fresh air.

A memory flashes back to my mind from when I was just ten years old, I had one big dream which I was ready to do anything and everything to make it become true. I had a little wallet with me most of the time on me, not for carrying money but for carrying my dreams. A cut-out piece of magazine’s photo of Neil Armstrong standing on the moon. That was my dream to stand there as he did. I did not dream to see him, or to be astronaut, I dreamed to be on the moon, to go to the outer space. Besides that picture, I had something far more valuable in it, which I was trying to hide from everyone, including my sister. I knew if she would find it, she was going to make fun of me. So, I kept it safe for a long time until one day finally she found it.

But she didn’t make fun of me, she looked at me and said you are really crazy. She was very surprised to find that note. It was my will. yes I had a will at age of ten. It was obviously not normal to have your will when you are so young. However the content of it was not anything she or anyone else would anticipate. I asked my family to buried my body on the moon. Call it passion or being desperate to get to what you want even after your death.

The first time I felt that desire, that passion or better to say the hunger of knowing more, was when I just learned to read and I was practicing my reading skills by reading any thing I found rather than my school books. My brother had a book of maps called The world’s atlas, full of maps of all continents and countries and whatever exist in our planet. I started to read from first page, the table of contents, preface and introduction. That introduction was the part that has changed me forever. It was so bizarre a mind blowing, the story of us being part of vast and enormous galaxy. About planets and and how far they are from us. I felt something I never had experienced before, The desire, the hunger to know more…

And that was just the beginning …

One step ahead !!

No matter what happens and what you do, sometimes you can’t catch up with time, the universe is always one step ahead.

There was a time, I thought I should do something, I have a mission to fulfilled, and for that I should not give up. I trusted myself, I put my faith on me. How arrogant I was to only look at things from my perspective. Being the center without knowing it, made me a person I couldn’t even recognize anymore. I thought the universe is mine and I am one step ahead.

Being condescending became my personality. I believed for a long period of time that I was not a believer. Such a meaningless tautology. I have a world around me which is my reality, and my version of reality is all in my mind, my mindset or my belief system.

Not knowing of having ideology, my idea and my philosophy started to form. I realized it, when I started to comprehend deeply that it is not about ME, it has never been about ME , and it will never be…

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