When thinking about what makes the individual, we can get into genes. We can get even get so granular as to go into quantum and astrophysics. There is not yet an objective and final answer for what makes the consciousness of the individual. Neuroscientists, theologists, philosophers, mathematicians, and physicists all have their varying, and sometimes overlapping, answers.
Though, what we do know is that the individual is the building block of any civilization; their thoughts and actions outwardly manifest into what we call culture, not the other way around. So, a sign for a cultural reset comes when one performs an action that is normalized by the surrounding culture, including but not limited to one’s parents, yet yields a negative outcome.
It begins with first observing the output of the action, the mistake, the inaccuracy of an effort’s execution misaligned with its aim. Then, it continues with reverse-engineering the “why” from the action.
It starts from the outward with…
Why did that action not yield the result that I wanted?
Why did the world respond to me the way that it did?
…and then turn inwards with…
What were the starting assumptions, the axioms, from which I derived inaccurate conclusions leading to the unwarranted validation of that action, the green light of internal permission I granted myself to take that action with the imprecise expectation of the a visualized result (whatever it may have been)?
This question can be analogically simplified as “Which of my assumptions were wrong that led me to fire my arrow so inaccurately?”
With a combination of stoicism and Zen meditation, two highly effective methods of self-observation, one can isolate which assumptions were inaccurate and brainstorm what would need to be changed about them, or what they’d need to be replaced with, to develop more accurate aim.
But then, what we notice as we calibrate our axioms is a detachment from our society. Thus, we question further: “Why, as I become more accurate with my aim, do I seem more detached from society, my culture? Is there something wrong with me? No. There must be something wrong with my culture.”
But if the individual is the building block of any civilization; their thoughts and actions outwardly manifesting into what we call culture, then to say that there is something wrong with a culture…what we are simultaneously saying is that there is something wrong with the individuals generating its manifestation.
It is to say: I can see that from the observable output of my progressively accurate aim that my actions are becoming increasingly correct. Therein, it is not that I do not question myself, quite the contrary; it is that from what can be observed from the bettering output of my axiom’s incremental calibration, we can reasonably derive the conclusion that the problem is less so oneself, and more so society.
It is to then come to the conclusion: My parents bequeathed to me such imperfect aim through inaccurate axioms requiring such calibration, in the first place. But why? From whom did they inherit their axioms, and so forth, creating a memetic line of heritable perceptions of reality, since it is, indeed, our axioms that we lean on to make sense of what we perceive of reality, to decide what actions are right or wrong, accurate or inaccurate, in the first place?
Then, with increased knowledge pertaining to the nature of humanity, we find ourselves stumbling into the topic of the heritability of personality, and thus genetics.
The axioms I began life with were aligned with my emotions; that’s what made them dangerously so hard to change from. It felt right to outburst when insulted with x, to act or react to a different situation with y or z behavior.
So, when we apply the techniques of stoicism and zen meditation for self-observation, we find that we are not our emotions. Which means that what felt right as would be aligned with our starting assumptions about reality are not necessarily who we are or have to be.
But then, that begs the question: Why does to behave or act in forms x, y, and z feel right, in the first place?
The only other place we can reasonably look is our genes, our blood: genetic memory.
My blood is not my own; it is an inheritance of amalgamation, with fragments that, when combined, make my one personality that lead me to feel one way or another to external stimuli. They are the whispers in my heart of a continuing ghost, or ghosts rather, some of whom have fought each other in past lives.
Their presence is translucent, so subtle and quiet, yet ever provoking and influential.
And it is not until I quiet myself in self-reflection that I can begin to listen to them, to what they are really trying to tell me, even if I cannot always identify which ancestor it’s coming from.
So, through enough experimentation, third-party feedback, and the observation of tangible results, I can gradually relinquish and replace inaccurate axioms that exist in the void between my conscious and subconscious mind which weaken my bow hand, while keeping or reinventing all that strengthen it for continually better aim.
One piece at a time, until striking bullseyes become the norm, rather than irreplicable serendipitous phenomena beyond my comprehension.
But to reach that point, you have to consciously let go, even though sometimes you may feel or (should I metaphorically say) “hear the whisper” of an ancestor’s ghost who disagrees.
You may have inherited their pain and carry it with you at a physiological level, such as the heritable anxiety scientifically observed in the descendants of Holocaust survivors. Some aspect of their darker will may exist in your Jungian shadow, but it is through quieting yourself and accepting that can one begin to take increasingly more control of what to listen to in their own mind and what not to.
So, the word “Lohmki,” pertains to observing where one currently is in reality, in what they can perceive of themselves and the world around them in 3-dimensional space-time. Then, finding stillness in that moment as would be necessary to make the conscious decision to cut any and all losses with the past.
This is made possible through the development of self-awareness pertaining to how the remnant vestigial whispers of ancestral ghosts with unrequited desires who haunt your blood, seeking to use you as a conduit for their unfinished business, can be laid to rest. Or, at least, willfully banished to the darkest depths of your Jungian shadow that you individuate with, rather than run from.
You may hear their cries for resolution for the rest of your life, especially if there’s traceable physiological changes from their trauma that you’ve biologically inherited, but, still, they are not you. Your blood may be an inheritance, but the life it fuels is your own. And at that critical moment, when the catalytic paradigm shift occurs within the individual, there begins the change in mindset, which leads to the change in actions, which manifest from that individual as the beginnings of a new culture.
So, with that fresh slate, how could anyone owe you anything, especially if you’ve not been alive long enough for the kind of pain they experienced to have been inflicted upon you?
Not your ancestors…you.