Experimenters thought they killed a yogi when they put him in an underground pit for 8 days. After about a day buried, his heart monitor was a flatline and stayed this way for 6.5 days. An article in
News in Physiological Sciences compared this to the ability of some turtles to stop their heart for as long as 6 months at the bottom of a pond. At the time of the experiment, Yogi Satyamurti was 70 years old and obviously an advanced meditator. What he did while underground was similar to hibernation. This means that advanced meditation may be a level of consciousness separate from wakefulness, dreams, and deep sleep that has evolved in
Homo sapiens as an adaptation to harsh environments. I can’t find anything else on the internet about it. The
original article is available online, but it might not be worth reading due to some heavy language (for the non-physiologists reading).
The idea of words like “refined” connoting some type of high class purity amuses me, as well as how trans fats were created solely for financial purposes. Most people really don’t see the source of what they eat and don’t care. I can only hope that the importance of food is rejuvenated, and we don’t start rolling our hair up into cornballs for subsistence. Actually, I didn’t say this aloud, but I just wrote it in the final for my human health and nutrition class.
I exhausted successive cigarettes driving in a car that’s about to be claimed by someone richer.
Hurry up so I can light up again! Traffic has to move so I can smoke to the music, but trying to feel tough and sexy isn’t getting me anywhere. Two wilted barrels churn the rationale: go back to my
old job, sit behind a computer, and do research for a wealthy person’s toe fungus. It’s easy for at least 40 grand a year. Or, work with low income populations who are traumatized. Hearing stories about kidnapped victims locked in the trunk of their cars for days won’t even pay 30 grand with a master’s degree, but the interventions are creative. Art therapy, music therapy, and meditation unfortunately aren’t as loaded as the pills that are causing the American ship to sink. Happy 4th of July and good luck being shit broke in DC.
Freaky, isn’t it? It’s an MRI image of my brain when I was 21.
