By comparing human genome to genome of simpler organisms like fly and worm, scientists are also seeing with unprecedented detail how just a handful of genetic innovations helped launch early vertebrates ahead of biological pack hundreds of millions of years ago.

For all evolutionary creativity that led to human race, genome scientists said, there is shockingly little variation from person to person. Around globe, they are all about 99.9 per cent genetically identical.” (10)

Do you think there is more we will learn about how white men came to be, or how many hominids there have been as modern as us? There appears to be a great deal of information available in our genes. Could they be a computer access code that soul commands? I think akashic and cosmic energy is consciously swimming around and inside all life. The NASA scientists say life is everywhere and I say love is there too. If only we allow ourselves to feel and sense its' all encompassing warmth that permeates every void and fills every rock. The shamans made their drugs by attunement and receiving direction from plants and rocks. Jung's archetypes are very much connected to genes which carry our past. Perhaps Jesus and his 'living father within' are closely connected to enable us through our genes. The mystics say genes receive instruction from soul and spirit. Our archetypes or lattices of 'one-dimensional harmonic force' with all 11 M-branes in each and every atom, coordinate in our solar bodies as well as our dross physical bodies. It is ludicrous to think we know all about consciousness or soul, and most people live in ignorance or deny its' essence.

The trips we can take as we allow our soul to infuse our solar body and consciously travel are awesome. They are no more hallucinatory than grimace on face of professor who denies these ideas. The poets and minstrels of yore were able to carry our imaginations to nether regions as we began to dance in harmony with nature. The forces of nature have coherence and meridians or lattices and vectors that allow functioning of all that is so magnificent. We have tried to place ourselves above nature and we will (hopefully) never achieve that all too egotistical pursuit. These forces are there to welcome us as we stand on cliff contemplating a dive. Viktor Hugo wrote a wonderful appreciation of Shakespeare that I love to quote. He likened our observation of Shakespeare to standing on this cliff and looking out to "Glimpse waves of marvellous!" Each time we return to read his plays we experience greater depths and return to that cliff and take one step further down as we're drawn closer to all embracing reality of waves in cosmic ocean that awaits us in connected beauty upon end of our journey.

I was wearing on my right ankle--the one I had sprained at Angkor-- an Ace bandage, which it took me a while to undo. This made me last on line, but flames were still leaping up high between logs-- say, some eight or ten inches. The two youngsters just in front of me dashed across as fast as they could, but I decided to take my time and see what it really was like to walk on a wizard's fire. My first step, with my right foot, was a bit timid, and a bit off to side, where there were no leaping flames. But then I thought, 'Well now, come on!' and seeing a nice fat flame right in front, I put my left foot down on top of it, squarely. Crackle! The hairs on lower part of my leg were singed and a pleasant smell of singed hair went up all around me, but to my skin flame was cool--actually cool. This gave me great courage, and I calmly completed my walk, strolling slowly and calmly right down center of road. Three more steps brought me to end, and hands of several Yamabushi helped me off. I went back to our seats, and two ladies in our group were gasping at what I had done. I went out to one of water tubs to wash my feet and get into my socks and shoes- -and it was only when I was putting on my right shoe that I noticed that swelling in my ankle had gone down {The day might come when we see healers at work with sports personnel.}: all pain had disappeared too. Around remains of fire in center of area a lot of little old women were standing who had gone over fire, holding their hands out to burning cinders and then rubbing their poor, aching backs--dear souls. It had certainly been a great and wonderful event. The courteous gentleman was greatly pleased that I had participated and invited us all to come back someday. We gathered our things and presently strolled away.

{The notes say he was told a month later that layout of fire had much to do with why smoke behaved as it did. The authors ask a good question. Why make believe it was magic and not tell people? This is way of power and manipulation but fire work they did was already most impressive, so one might allow they simply thought smoke was a part of ritual and not real point anyway.}

Two days later Joseph wrote to Jean about event: 'When you come to Tokyo I'll show you three cute little fire holes in suit, which I shall wear henceforth with secret knowledge.--The next day (22nd) I walked some eight or ten miles at Nara and Horinji--and ankle is still good.'

Shortly after Jean had received her letter, she got a phone call from Aldous Huxley, who wanted to speak to Joseph. Jean, still full of excitement of account, told Huxley whole story, how Joe was in Japan and had just firewalked. Huxley became excited and told his friend Gerald Heard, also interested in magic and paranormal, who later contacted Campbell to get his firsthand account of experience.

Campbell later learned that Fu-do Myo-o, name of patron deity of temple where he had seen 'Ceremony, means 'very still, even in fire,' Sometimes god is depicted as a red figure sitting in a fire, with one eye open and one eye closed, like Norse deity Odin. Japan had already shown Campbell its artful surfaces, now she showed her mythic depths.” (12)

What a bunch of weirdos believing in such trash! No wonder Huxley and Campbell are epitome of New Age that wishes to get back to what Australian aboriginal adepthoods or nature-worshippers allover world remind us is our true roots. Here in places where no journalists or empire builders have polluted human environment we find talent and discipline that took hundreds of thousands of years to refine and yet science today has no explanation.

Does consciousness within atoms of body choose to be there? Bucky Fuller writes that finely crafted wood in an artisan's sculpture or furniture is there because it chooses this in some manner that involves us or our design leader soul. The ability of these atomic level consciousnesses to be worked with in case of healing fire is greater than most firewalkers and indicates a cross matter communication. It is one thing for affinity to exist in muons separated at old Inco nickel mines in Sudbury, to communicate. When one is energized, other moves; it was reported in last year or so. It is another level entirely when these atomic and conscious forces do so almost independently with other bodies and kinds of matter they have no apparent innate similarity to. As in case of de-materialization atoms of body are released from intellectual and other bonds we place upon them through whatever holds us and keeps us from knowing beauty of next realms; or what we are part of (in multi-dimensional soul, or as reported in past lives). If we really try to find explanations they are there! The conscious specialness humanity carved out for itself through ego and ignorance is not so great as those materially focused people would like it to be; and that begs question of great bard himself! 'To be or not, to be?' And where you place punctuation allows a lot of different points of view in this question especially when you place concept of righteousness after last word by saying 'To be or not to be, Divine?'