That which sustains may also repel. The cord, meant as lifeline, can strangle. The mother, meant as haven, may eject. Consciousness stirs before birth and sometimes recoils: some stay, some refuse, some dissolve.
The seven who came before strangulated themselves. Why accuse Ganga? She was no murderess, only a river of amniotic fluid. In her currents, sustenance was either written or washed away.
Bopa Rai, attending an abortion, waited for the woman’s pain to ebb. What arrived was not a gush of fluid but a sac intact — cord absent, placenta malformed, a fetus held like a pearl of translucent possibility. Confused, he carried it to the Professor.
“You do not understand,” thundered the old man. “This is the sac which bursts in abortion or in birth. You hold what is less than a tenth of the journey. Throw it with the byproducts of conceptus. And read, you incorrigible fellow!”
But Bopa Rai was far from unimaginative. Maniacal, perhaps. He returned to the tray, poured Ringer lactate and glucose, sprinkled vitamins and minerals, wrapped the sac in gauze. Then he slept uneasily, his mind circling strangulation — clockwise, anticlockwise — was it intent, accident, or something random?
That night he dreamt himself into the amniotic sphere.
Suspension, Connection, Awakening
In the translucent hush of the amnion, life is a weightless dancer, pirouetting in fluid space. Each swell of water is a lullaby, bones and dreams floating unnamed.
Threaded to the orb, the umbilical cord spirals as lifeline and leash. Through it flow oxygen, nutrients, possibility — whispers from placenta to pulse.
Yet the sanctuary is not eternal. The ancient clock ticks, the cord prepares its final act, narrowing its portals. Birth demands rupture. Sustenance withdraws; the fetus must awaken to air.
Thus the passage: from suspension to corded dependence, to the fiery gasp of new breath. What sustained recedes, what constrained releases, and the trembling body enters its own consciousness at last.
The Eighth Who Stayed
The seven before had chosen refusal, strangling themselves at the threshold. They slipped back into the river, unanchored, unwritten.
But the eighth — Bhishma — accepted the burden. He stayed. Born of Ganga yet spared from drowning, he carried into life the memory of those seven dissolutions. His vow of celibacy, his long vigil on the bed of arrows, his iron acceptance of destiny — all were echoes of that primal choice in the womb: to stay when others fled.
In every fetus that lingers, in every consciousness that accepts the cord rather than severing it, Bhishma is reborn — the archetype of endurance, of choosing to bear the unbearable.
The suicide dream
So whatever original I thin, has already been thunk? Perhaps. Yet I am already quite witty, and these days, becoming twitty.
YOU INCORRIGIBLE FELLOW Said so “Col Shrivastav”, the man with upturned Moustache.
That which sustains you, you don’t like; and so you sever the connection. It doesn’t want you—it produced the disconnection. Revulsed and ejected, or ejecting itself before full consciousness has set. In some, consciousness is set in utero—may either choose to stay or go. This time, the Bhrigu who was born had accepted the consciousness and all that it would entail; Sven had chosen not to stay, while the eighth would.
The seven earlier ones strangulated themselves at birth. Why blame Ganga? She was but a river of amniotic fluid; each life in it had its sustenance written or dissolved.
Bopa Rai, waiting for abortion to complete—waiting for the pain to subside in the woman—found himself face to face with the conceptus, or abortus, or abortus or conceptus, meeting one such Bhrigu. It gushed not in amniotic fluid but with a whole sac, intact; corpus absent, placenta malformed. Confused and scared, Bopa took the amniotic fluid ball to the Professor and Head of Department, who thundered, “You do not understand! It is the sac which bursts in abortion or full birth. What you hold is the sac with fetus—everything is possible in the process of birth. This one is not even a tenth complete. Throw it where the byproducts of conceptus are thrown. And read, you incorrigible, unimaginative fellow!”
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What is balance? A vital mechano-regulation paradigm Nicholas M. Wilkinson *University of Leeds,
School of Food Science and Nutrition, and Independent Researcher Abstract
Within minutes of birth a newborn gnu or giraffe works to stand and walk, asserting postural balance and organised animate behaviour in an apparently goal-directed manner. In contrast, robots learning to stand and walk from scratch begin with random flailing, the behaviour cohering over time as the robot internalises some reward/value signal.
How does the newborn gnu ‘innately know’ what goal to aim for, and decide to work towards it? How could similar goal-directed balance learning be implemented in robots? Currently, animate balance inherits its axiomatic definition from the Newtonian formulation for inanimate balance; static mechanical equilibrium. This is arguably inappropriate for animate balance, because animals need to move and are never in static mechanical equilibrium; giving rise to the ‘posture-movement paradox’.
The present perspective article proposes a more fluid, dynamical axiomatic task definition and goal which (a) isolates resisting gravity, (b) admits and enables movement, and (c) subsumes static mechanical equilibrium as a special case. This novel definition is founded upon inevitable biophysical requirements and observable developmental process. The article explains how animals apprehend and embed this goal through prenatal development suspended in equidense amniotic fluid, and then are challenged to self-maintain it by the perinatal transition.
The account entails a paradigmatic shift in putative physiological organisation and associated conceptual framework for balance; from a subsidiary sensorimotor control task, to a vital mechano-regulation task, organisationally akin to thermo-regulation. This vital mechano-regulation model of balance has practical implications and implies a range of predictions. Keywords: mechano-regulation; balance; gravity; buoyancy; homeostasis; prenatal development
DREAM OF AMNIOTIC FLUID
No Reader Dream Interpreted Yet (Write Your Dream) MEANING: Dream of amniotic fluid indicates that this is not the time to argue or seek confrontation.
It is very important that you set aside time to relax. There may be a situation or relationship that needs to be repaired. Be careful not to spread it around as you may damage it. You will have many commitments to fulfill and lack of time to carry them all out. The dream about amniotic fluid signifies rebirth, blessed dreamer.
Much like how a baby experiences a rebirth upon entering the world, this dream symbolizes the potential for a fresh start. It also represents a new chapter in your own life. Your curiosity fuels your desire for change and growth, allowing you to embrace transformation and explore new possibilities with fervor. Embrace this new beginning with eagerness, as it holds promises of great things to come.
Your resilient and adaptable nature will serve you well on this exciting journey of rebirth and self-discovery. SOON: Amniotic fluid in dream indicates that both social and family events have multiplied your ability to relate to others. You have set out to move a project forward and you won’t stop until you get it. You could use some organization in many aspects of your life. Life is a path of no return and you are doing very well. For you it was important because it reminded you of a happy moment in your past.
FUTURE:
Dream of amniotic fluid shows that you will soon find an affirmative answer to that request. You will receive good news about a project you are working on. Although they are for work, the truth is that it will be very good for you to change of airs. You may have to verbalize it to feel better. New opportunities for good income are presented for you. Dream of amniotic fluid contains special messages
ADVICE: Analyzes all the pros and cons before signing any document. Expand your circle, but not at any price.
WARNING: Don’t use intellectual weapons on people who are on a different wavelength. Flirt but don’t decide anything until you are completely sure that this is what you want.
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