It wasn't in my brain. And I'm actually not one of those "all is one" types, even if I am. I mean I don't really see another way. According to the most popular model(s), we all began as one. And in order to witness things, I think that they need to be in accord with and within the same system as me. They are part of the same.
But I'm also really divided... And as those in CE&P know, a racist. I desire for Africa not to flood into Europe. I don't consider the populations-- the natural populations to be equal at all points.
I do feel a certain oneness, but also as if I'm piloting this body. That I am just kind of a tenant, or that this is simulated, sort of.
Perhaps oneness and separation can exist simultaneously. My ex and I broke up... I wanted to have a race realist conversation with her, and she like any liberal leftist and social justice warrior automatically assumed I was being hateful, and a white supremacist (what else can a white guy with questions about race and family groups be?). An argument occurred where she then claimed Blacks were more evolved than Whites. I hated where it had gone, as I simply wanted an honest discussion, like the kind why African Americans get 230 points credit for SAT scores on admissions to schools where East Asians get docked 50 points, is answered, or discussed openly. Why they commit more crime, disproportionate. But no. Avoid. Suppress. Run away. Its too darn uncomfortable.
Anyways, I was stung by a bee that Friday, before (argument was Saturday) while building a fence at a defense training facility. I'm hypersensitive to bee venom, which means my body's defenses went hyper and I had a big reaction to a foreign presence. The next day I was to build her fence at her house. My arm was super swollen and my heart was beating funny. That night I talked about race. For the first time. The diversity of humans exists because of natural boundaries. We broke up around race, fences, defences. That argument. To me it all fits together. It fits that I brought a movie when I first met her, where the guy wears a mask, and falls in love with a girl who mimes and wears masks. And at her the initials of first names of girls I had been with, with her, was MASK. I didn't know it then. And when I did know it later-after, it resonated with my facial pain that I had experienced for years, and other things. ...That I later found was symptoms of hypersensitivities to food, mainly milk at the time (defenses). And the girls resonated with my mom/whatever my mom resonates with (milk), with me.
But, oneness, the concept, needs separation. True diversity needs separation.
We build fences to keep things out/in. Masks keep things out/in. Also act as disguise. Or to evoke fear.
...Then it is synchronicity to me that we broke up right around labor day... It perhaps being the first day apart. From mother, as they resonate (perhaps, yes). And I had sex with someone that night- first person with in over a year, besides the ex, and she started her period, bleeding on me.
Labor day. Mother. Period/reproduction.
Speaking of memory, we began to see each other on memorial day weekend, the previous year, my ex and I. The next that I'd meet in person that I'd fall for after her has a birthday of May 30th (labor day-ish-- I may have met her--My ex on her birthday), and also had certain resonance for me with mother..
And those as MASK, those were all who I had relationships with and considered marriage to. The first one's birthday is July 2nd (K), and the last ones is July 1st (M). I've considered this--Wondered. One night say nothing. But at least I'm going to open and say at best, I don't know, but it interests me, and it among other things I still look at.
This isn't all information, that may pertain to synchronicity.
Ahh... The ex. I guess I can add this without branching too far. When I went to see her the final time to try to just talk (she always avoided anything difficult-- I wanted to fix things/try to work through... She wanted to talk about it "later" which never came), she wouldn't talk. She made excuses. Her excuse that she couldn't talk was that she needed to go give keys (lock, and unlock, boundaries/limitation) to her dad.
What I had when I was younger was a cholesteatoma, and the operation was a modified wall down mastoidectomy, I think. The disease set itself up in spongy architecture that exists in the mastoid (behind ear) bone, so that part of that bone needed to be removed, along with the ear drum, much of the canal, and two out of three of the bones. Later on I had things reconstructed. It was very close to the brain, but wasn't in the brain. The radiation I've wondered if it could have effected the temporal lobe or something, but it was a very controlled dose(s). Even still, I've seen how injury/illness ties in, and to me having radiation effect me in some way, or other trauma, wouldn't invalidate my experience.