#onconsciousness

[chancedarling]

If Chance allowed his internal self to show, he'd be rolling his eyes like a man possessed about now. All of those little irritations bubbling under the other guys skin subtly making themselves known as likely onconscious reactions. The flared nostrils, the folded arms. The posturing.

As though Chance posed some kind of threat? What?

Chance ignores the comment about them arriving on the Island at the same time. Pointless and wasteful and not worth the mental effort of a reply, considering he'd literally just told the guy. There's no reason to validate him. In fact - not validating him might just feed into whatever little insecurities have got the guy all riled up in the first place. Hmm... As he steps closer, Chance half wishes that he had a little pin on him. Seeing the throbbing vein on the others forehead. It would be nice to stick something in it to see if his whole head exploded. Either way, he might just have to loiter a little more and the other guy would give himself an aneurism or cardiac arrest. All tense and pent up.

"That's two for two fella. You're on a roll, keep it up."

Chance gives a quick wink, that bright, wide smile ever present and does 'finger guns' at the other as he asks whether Chance is a friend of Selins. A little reward - cookie for the clever boy. He does however get the vibe that if this dude had a fly swatter, he'd be batting Chance about the head with it. Like trying to shoo away an annoyance (which Chance was more than happy to be). Definitely threatened by something...

"Yeah, good friends. we met on the first day here. She's such a sweetheart."

He oozes the compliment with a syrupy sweetness of his own. Looking to see if another vein made itself known. Probing at the spot he suspects might get another of those involuntary reactions. Like the guy was some kind of personal bodyguard. A bouncer outside the doors of an exclusive nightclub - if your name isn't on the list, you're not coming in.

"Already trying to help other people in the middle of all that chaos. So kind and giving..."

So they're there, face to face. And the guy is making no attempt to follow through with the invitation to see Selin together. Maybe it's time to up the ante a little.

"So, uh... You need to turn around and knock. That's usually how this stuff works."

He offers with another flash of a grin (admittedly more teeth than smile). However, he does let his espression fall into one that looks curiously questioning. Cautious. Maybe even suspicious.

"Are... You a friend of Selin?"

A tilt of his head, mocking doubt.

"Because, y'know... Lurking outside someones hut... That's a little creepy my man."

Though Lokni had run into what felt like a myriad of different people at this point, he still found himself a little taken aback at how wildly different they all were. This stranger was no exception. There was a volatile air to him that Lokni couldn't quite track. Judging by the short, clipped replies of this newcomer, Lokni got the feeling that he wasn't there to make friends. Then again, try as Lokni may, he couldn't get a read on this striking individual. He carried himself in a relaxed way, yet, behind his green eyes there lurked an intensity that Lokni found intimidating. In his youth, he had done what he could to avoid these sorts of strangers, but he felt that he couldn't balk away from this one. And what did he want with Selin? Lokni's thoughts couldn't help but flit to her, and whatever connection that she might have with this stranger. Unease pooled within his chest, like a viscous liquid in the lungs. "Seems most of us were brought here around the same time," Lokni replied, trying to ease the strange tension that hung in the air like a snare- waiting to see whose neck would get caught in its constricting grasp first. Common sense told Lokni to hold his tongue, but it couldn't stop him from flaring his nostrils a bit in irritation. Deep down Lokni knew that he was ill-equipped for encounters like this one. Sensing that he was already at a disadvantage, Lokni opted for honesty. "At least I'm correct about something," he joked dryly, too few of the pieces of information that he had gathered had been able to be linked together, let alone collated into categories of similarity. "This island is all questions with few answers," Lokni added, meeting the newcomer's gaze with a steadfast intent that he hadn't realized that he had within himself. The stranger approached the door, unperturbed by Lokni's steadfast presence. Irritation welled within Lokni in the form of a thick vein bulging prominently from his forehead. This guy was stubborn. Not even Lokni himself could quite understand why he was so worked up. Lokni was about to leave, but then the newcomer goaded Lokni, as if to bait him. "You here to see Selin?" followed by the suggestion to go see her together. Ah- the realization hit Lokni like a strong headwind, numbing the skin and dulling the senses. He didn't like Selin's involvement with this guy- but who was he to stop her from seeing the people that she wanted to? Even so, Selin's pretty name uttered from this guy's lips incited an unsightly sensation that began to writhe and thrash within the pits of Lokni's stomach. "You a friend of Selin's?" Lokni asked pointedly, dodging the former questions while crossing his arms and remaining stubbornly in front of the bungalow's door like a bull that refused to be trailered. He was digging his heels in, as well as gritting his teeth all the while. Though he couldn't make heads or tails of it himself, Lokni knew that he wasn't about to back down here.

[nataliegeld]

I got interested in Impulse Control mostly because I got interested in what makes us human. And I became sort of obsessed with understanding the functions of the prefrontal cortex, which I felt was part of our brain that made us distinctly human. And a large part of the function of that part of the brain has to do with impulse control, emotional regulation... and I think the very simple fact that we have this capacity for impulse control and emotion regulation has allowed us to build civilizations, and technology, and buildings, and societies. So, I think that impulse control is a key component in what it means for us to be human and what differentiates us from other primates. 🧠☯︎

Dr. Heather Berlin, neuroscientist and licensed clinical psychologist

[shammah8]

T he brain is not an input-output machine. You are not an input-output machine. You are not a computer mirroring the outside world. Your brain is designed to respond to your mind. You are intrinsically and brilliantly designed in the sense that your brain carries out the will of the spirit and the soul. Internal activity in your mind is where everything begins, “for as he thinks in his heart, so is he” (Prov. 23:7).N onconscious Metacognitive Level The nonconscious metacognitive level is on the far left.

It is where 90 to 99 percent of the action in your mind is;

your thinking and thought-building happen on this level.

This level operates at about four hundred billion actions per second and drives the conscious cognitive level. It operates twenty-four hours a day.

Conscious Cognitive Level The conscious cognitive level, in the middle, is where up to 10 percent of mind action is. It operates at about two thousand actions per second, so it is much slower and is controlled by the metacognitive level. The cognitive level in turn drives the symbolic output level (end section), which is what you say and do—what the world sees, the output of your thinking. This level operates when we are awake.

Symbolic Action Level The symbolic output level incorporates the five senses through which you express yourself and experience the world, serving as the contact between the external world and the internal world of your mind. Therefore, this model works in reverse as well, forming a perfect circle. So information comes through the five senses, is received consciously by the conscious cognitive level, and then passes into the nonconscious metacognitive level where— if you have paid attention and started thinking and choosing—it becomes a physical thought as a result of genetic expression (the making of proteins). This newly built physical thought will, in turn, impact your conscious cognitive and symbolic levels—and so the cycle goes on.👏Dr Leaf🍃

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idk i liked this bit as showing a contrast between superman and wonder woman’s philosophies...

id under cut

[image: 3 comic panels from action comics 761. they take place in a battlefield in another dimension. there’s some blood splattered on the walls and an onconscious thore behind superman (clark kent) and wonder woman. in the foreground is the spindly legs of some kind of monster

DIANA: ... against a simple ancient evil. the broken husk behind me would have been called a vrgismyth were it still breathing -- a demon from the deepest circles of hades, wickedness incarnate --

CLARK: ‘were it still breathing’? Diana... you killed it?

DIANA: Of course. Whwat was I supposed to do to it?

CLARK: ...

THOR: Be not dumbfounded, squiree... *kaff* t’was your mistress’s blood duty to slay the beast... the vgrtsmyth be mortal enemies to all things rightheous .. and beloved valhalla is *koff* crawling with them. cast from midgard, they settled here, and blood has rained e’er since. that’s why I summoned you... the gods of asgard require succor- -

CLARK (to diana still): I don't undesrtand... can't you negotiate or settle this peacefully?

THOR: Ha! Forget the ways of they home, squire! The politics of mortals have no place among gods...

end image]

[druzaina-blog]

Humans : souls living in physical body, this life is a journey; a journey to find out our purpose, to know our soul... #keepelevating #Onconsciousness #soul #transformation #throughmeditation #certifiedhypnotherapist #certifiedcounselor Next article on blog will be how to connect with your consciousness and soul... ! Stay connected- https://druzaina.wordpress.com

[cry-away-the-monsters]

When they had said “mini”, Angel had expected something about the size of the action figures she had. Something tiny and completely harmless...this one was still harmless, but he was a lot larger than she pictured him being. She had preemptively looked away when she heard him coming down the hall, her heart pounding furiously in her chest while she tries to calm down...but as soon as she hears that eerily familiar voice, she turns to look. The expected reaction of her falling onconscious does in fact happen, yes...

But it’s never that easy.

Angel just...freezes. She can’t hear the sound of the kids cheering for the bear when he comes in, she can’t hear Springtrap when he asks if she or Cassidy are okay. Cassidy is equally as unresponsive...both of them just stare. Aerin’s hands start to shake wildly, their eye widening slightly, but they keep calm. They keep their hands as still as they can, looking up toward Angel. They notice something odd going on...

Her eyes shift once again, turning pitch-black. Tears start to run down her face...also black. But instead of dropping from her chin, they run down similarly to how the purple streaks on Charlie’s face do, collecting at her jawline. They then start to bubble up, floating around her before disappearing, similarly to the tears on the faces of Fritz, Cassidy, Susie, Gabriel, and Jeremy. The sharp, deep pains in her sides begin to eat away at her, a new pain forming in her skull. The feeling of the once giant bear’s teeth, biting into her skull, crushing parts of it to bits and tearing through brain matter until the safety stopped it from decapitating her entirely.

::

1983...August 12th. She turned eight that day. It was supposed to be a happy one...of all days for her brother to act up and torment her, did it have to be that day?

She remembers crying under a table...crying about how no one in her family loved her or cared. Crying about being basically friendless...she was found by another kid, who started playing games with her and her teddy. She was finally happy for once...then her brother and his friends picked her up.

“Come on!”

“Get over here, you little crybaby! Let’s have some fun!”

“Give Fredbear a kiss!”

She screamed. She kicked. She cried. It was to no avail, her screams and begging went on deaf ears, her pleas to be put down and her pleas to just go back to playing games were ignored. She screamed and sobbed when they put her head in the bear’s mouth and held her there. The only solace she had was when they let go, but then she found she was stuck. Her cross was stuck, and she refused to get away without it.

“Please, Terrance!! I’m scared!!” she’d cried out, hearing a few staff members rush out and try to get to her...but it was too late. Her cries were silenced when the bear malfunctioned right then...clamping his jaws down on the girl’s skull, she let out choked sobs and whimpers, her eyes went wide when her brain shut down. They rolled back as the “safety” mechanism finally kicked in. They rolled back, her cross getting unstuck when she dropped to the floor; blood, brain matter, and bits of her fractured skull ending up all over the floor and the bear’s mouth, a strip of flesh and muscle torn from her forehead to her eyelid, going so deep that it tore clean through and to the bone, exposing part of the near-lifeless hazel eye underneath.

She didn’t even hear people screaming. She fell into the inky black of sleep...

::

Any cries or movements to get her to react fall upon a motionless, deaf stone, her eyes (seemingly) locked on Fredbear. Everything around her fades to black...it’s just her, Fredbear, and the monstrous Nightmare eating away at her head and clawing her sides in the little black void that’s created. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if it took maybe a couple of seconds for her to pass out.

But no.

It takes nearly three minutes.

By around minute two, she goes totally limp in Springtrap’s arms...by minute three, she’s out like a light. Completely unresponsive the whole time, she passes out far too slowly for anyone’s comfort...especially Cassidy’s. Seeing what Angel remembers, seeing what she sees...it’s too much. It’s not as bad as seeing Glitchtrap in that old suit, creeping on Angel...but it’s still too much. The second Angel goes limp in Springtrap’s arms, Cassidy vanishes completely, Aerin’s hands no longer shaking when she’s gone. Cassidy doesn’t even make a single noise to indicate she was leaving...she’s just gone. Feeling Cassidy’s presence vanish, they look up toward Angel and Springtrap, seeing that Angel’s unresponsive...until she finally passes out completely. The blackened tears disappear as soon as she’s out, not a single trace of them existing being left behind on her face. They let out a quiet but deep sigh, looking toward Springtrap.

“Springtrap. If you are still able to hear me. Take Angel upstairs,” they instruct, standing up and putting the stones away. The amber has stopped glowing...though the tiniest glow remains, tiny, unintelligible whispers coming from it. They put the amber stone in a pocket on the left side of their chest, standing and walking toward the hall, though they don’t move farther until Springtrap does. They don’t push him to move again, staying just as calm as they always do.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

@cry-away-the-monsters

[minchen0897]

Sidecharacters - Batman: Arkham Asylum (Part 4)

@lananiscorner @loxare @phantomchick  (send me a message if you want to be tagged (or don’t want to anymore) :D)

Welcome back to the weekly list of Sidecharacters Who Proceed To Get Fewer And Fewer In Numbers The Longer The Story Goes.  The lists get shorter and shorter, and we have the ‘[guy] died’ line far more often than ‘[guy] is still alive’. Which actually should not be suprising since Joker, but still is sort of sad? On another note, we are getting more random (fun?) facts (who are not really fun most of the time.) nnbu - abbreviation for ‘not named by us’ because apparently i feel lazy today. Warnings: minor spoiler for Batman: Arkham Asylum, tw: death/people dying. Also, because it came up, talk about guns and their ammunition.

List 1, List 2, List 3

Stream: 22. July 2017

CHARACTERS (there aren’t even enough anymore to sort them) :

Zapped Zack - because he got zapped due to electricity in the water the Joker thugs pushed him into. He was a Guard.

Carl Todd (nnbu) - a Maintenance guy/Arkham Staff. He thought the Gardens were the last place for thugs to show up because he thought there was nothing interesting there; he was wrong. “So much for logic in this place.” At least he is still conscious and alive (last we checked), so he got it better than others.

Doctor Stephen Kellerman (nnbu) - first appeared in the second Stream (and therefore on list 2); today we learned his first name, that he got a wife and a kid, and once was assigned to Poison Ivy who hypnotized him. He was found back then and is still alive today; what a lucky man.

Jordan Fraser (nnbu) - Arkham Staff from the gardens; questioned and beaten up by some Joker Thugs. His buddies (Curtis and Stirling) are (were) tied up in cages. One would think he kinda overreacts and whines about the things happening in Arkham, since, well, it is Arkham and he should at least be sort of half-used to this madness, being from the Arkham staff?? Then again. Maybe he is a newbie. Who knows.

Luke Curtis (nnbu) - buddy with Fraser. Was a Janitor, and frightened of heights (given that the cages he and Stirling were in were pretty high up that was probably a frightening experience for him). He’s dead now.

Robert Stirling (nnbu) - he kinda looks shiny, though that may be because of graphics; he is very very sorry about the program and claims that he did not know that Joker was behind it. Buddy with Fraser (and Curtis probably too); he’s dead now too. His name tag doesn’t look like Robert Stirling though; more like Paul Homes???

Kevin Liew (nnbu) - a Doctor; sort of understandably distressed (even though he too should be used to madness if we critisize Fraser for it) and thinks they all are going to die (which majority of the sidecharacters already did or will do) and - drum roll - that he wants/needs to look for another job because this one - Doc at Arkham - would/will kill him. BIG SUPRISE. HE NOTICED THAT ONE EARLY. (note the sarcasm.)

Razor (nnbu) - one of Joker’s thugs. He appeared before, and i think he developed to be a (sad) running gag, because he keeps getting fucked over by his employer Joker. Last time (List 2) it was laughing gas, this time Joker let the Bomb Razor was putting on a Gargoyle explode while he was still up there; Razor fell down, but i think he was just onconscious again? I don’t know, we didn’t specifically checked.

Zach Franklin and Aaron Cash are still alive, while Nate and orderly Oscar are dead by now

Facts we picked up on our way:

Joker is creepily well informed of everything inside Arkham

his Thugs are all misogynist. There are, in all of the Arkham games, only a few female criminals: Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva (Arkham Origins), Tracy Buxon and Candice Harper (both are Penguin’s Helpers), and Catwoman (i guess)

Arkham Asylum is not for rehabilitation; not with what is going on inside their walls. It is at least not part of their mission.

The Titan-Venom-Drug thing Joker and Doc. Young made changes the body; seeing that change is disgusting, with the backbone breaking through skin and all

Aaron Cash has a wife and a son in Arkham Asylum; in Arkham Knight he also got another kid, a daughter

Ivy’s hair is magic and/or got physical laws all on its own because. It stands and/or moves all on its own, without wind or anything. It looks rather weird i think

I asked someone about who knows about those things about those cartridge cases we saw, and he said that it looks like the most common caliber 12/70 lead shots. (Kaliber 12/70 Schrot.) I learned some stuff, and i’m gonna share it: lead shots are mostly taken for distances up to 35 m, MAXIMUM 40 m - everything further away can not be guaranteed to, you know, actually hit where it is supposed to hit. The person i asked about this is a hunter, and he told me the tiny orbs inside the cartridge cases vary from 2,4 mm (yes, milimeter) diameter to 4 mm (yes, still milimeter). The smaller ones - 2,4 mm - are used for the firing range/clay doves; 2,7/2,8 mm are for doves - the actual, living ones; the next bigger would be 3 mm (for ducks), then 3,5 mm to 4 mm (for foxes, badgers and goose). You can’t really tell the difference between the mm just from looking at the cartridge cases in the stream; of course the size must be written on the cases by the manufactorer, but you can’t see it in the stream/in the game. Tbh, i would guess that it’s caliber 12/70 lead shots with 4 mm orbs/tiny bullets that those thugs used (we still don’t really know who exactly they were shooting at i think??)

Alright, so that’s that. Learning (/asking) about those cartridges was actually really interesting, i learned a lot.  Watchignt he stream was fun as usual, so thank you for that Lanani! I look forward to next week :D

[the-firebird69]

the bombs went right back to him the illusion is it worked on ours and he keeps screaming  it though the people in the video are dead, caa had th camera person back up and the cars are visible seen earlier with him and packages that are heavy.  they were onconscious looking.  he was and is a fool....and is yelling it now..in code Thor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruAi4VBoBSM

[nataliegeld]

A "snapshot" from our very special evening #OnConsciousness at the Athenaeum Music & Arts Library last night. THANK YOU to all who attended in-person, or through our livestream. Such an honor and so much fun to explore #NeuralDarwinism and the #Biology of #Subjectivity, and to celebrate the beautiful contributions of Nobel Laureate #GeraldEdelman with Bernard J Baars, David Edelman, #JayGiedd, Mark Mitton, and #JeffKrichmar. Extra special thanks to Jeremy Johnson & Coffee Stain Films for masterminding our 1st Live Stream and filming our 'seed' Tribute to #GME & Book Launch Event +++ ❤🧠!! What were the highlights for you? Many more talks to come!  https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx1dRJyhN7G/?igshid=1tvj5z66up0o6

[primordialsoupboy]

Ya'll ever wanted to threaten someone with a ketchup plate because you want to assert dominance to people who are mean and rude and if you hit them hard enough with a ketchup plate you can knock them out onconscious

Ya’ll ever accidently look at your gf vents but still love her and want to support her because she is the damn love of your life and if anyone is taking that away from me imma smack them with a plate with ketchup on it ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[nataliegeld]

👉 NEW PODCAST EPISODE 👉 A fun and very interesting discussion with neuropsychiatrist Dr. Heather Berlin for the podcast "#OnConsciousness with Bernard Baars" -- featuring a personal interview by UC Irvine student, @Ilian Daskalov. Heather is fascinating 🧠