#humanpotential

by Thomas Marsh-Connors Angry British Conservative Blog

We live in an age obsessed with machines artificial intelligence, robots, algorithms, and self-driving cars. And yet, every so often, something as simple as tossing your phone in the air reminds you: that nothing mankind has created comes close to the brilliance of the human brain.

Earlier today, while chatting with a mate on the phone, I found myself instinctively throwing my iPhone in the air and catching it. Over and over. Absent-mindedly. Without even thinking about it.

And then it hit me: How the hell is my brain doing this?

I wasn’t consciously focusing on catching the phone. I wasn’t calculating trajectory or distance. I wasn’t telling my fingers when to close or where to move. I was having a conversation and yet, somehow, another part of me was tracking a moving object in space, adjusting my hand’s position in real-time, compensating for motion, light, gravity, and muscle tension. All without conscious effort.

Let me tell you something: that’s not normal. At least, it shouldn't be. It’s not something we should take for granted. It’s miraculous.

A Symphony of Silent Genius

Your brain is a conductor and your body is the orchestra. Just to perform this simple task (tossing and catching a phone), dozens of brain regions coordinate perfectly:

The motor cortex activates your muscles.

The cerebellum controls timing, precision, and balance.

The visual cortex tracks the phone’s arc.

The dorsal stream predicts where the phone will land.

Proprioception (your sixth sense) tells you where your hand is in space.

Reflexes make tiny last-second adjustments.

And the best part? You don’t have to think about any of it.

You're running two separate but perfectly synchronized processes one verbal (talking to your friend) and one physical (catching your phone). And both are happening seamlessly. Your brain is splitting tasks, assigning them to different areas, prioritizing efficiently, and updating inputs constantly. That’s not just multitasking that’s a level of organic processing power no AI system has ever come close to.

We Are Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

As a Christian, this sort of thing only deepens my awe. You could spend your entire life studying neuroscience and still not touch the depths of how the mind works. The way the brain governs the body silently, precisely, and with effortless grace speaks of something far greater than random chance or chemical coincidence. It’s design, not chaos. Order, not noise.

And while Big Tech wants us all to marvel at the “latest breakthrough” in silicon intelligence, perhaps we ought to spend a bit more time being blown away by the carbon-based intelligence sitting between our ears.

Your mind is not just remarkable it’s sacred.

So next time you find yourself tossing your phone, catching a mug without spilling the tea, or typing a text while crossing the road without getting flattened just pause. Marvel. Respect the machinery you’ve been gifted.

In the plain sight. I’ve been thinking about how dangerous/how useful/how powerful/how amazing can subconscious mind be. Ideas of possible future shared in a plane sight, (to unconsciously cocreate the desired outcome )You already know the future. Don’t underestimate the power of your subconscious mind. 

What does it mean to be powerful(?) What does it mean to be evil? The road to hell is paved with good intentions. At certain point of time, everyone has to face the dark side (of oneself.)

What do you believe in. What do you stand for. Stay true to yourself.

I don’t understand anything, but I love it. Tha shape of  - changing thoughts, the idea of what life is. It feels like I was seeking the truth that I already am, but does it really exist(?)

"But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn't about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn't about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine.

Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others--even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

Faith is a power of its own, and one even more elusive and difficult to define than magic." --Jim Butcher

Throughout the ages people have had faith. People think of religion first, because it is the biggest and most prevalent in many ways. Faith to me is more than that. I am about to get personal here, because that is where my seed of faith took root.

I had a child when I was really young. I was in high school only barely and believe me, I was terrified. Everything in me wanted it to be a really lucid nightmare that I would snap awake suddenly from in a cold sweat and have some sense of normalcy restored, but that wasn't the truth of my situation. There was nine months of carrying another life in me. I was so sure I was going to give him up for adoption, then I felt him move. Whatever happened then made things a lot clearer. There would be new and helpless life coming and  someone would need to protect that life. It was that shocking and primal moment that woke up something deep inside me that I didn't know was there, my maternal instinct.

I'll spare the inbetween for later, but long story made slightly shorter I became a teen mom. My dad said he would have my back and became my greatest champion, but made it clear I was going to raise this child. There was no turning back, no running. I had my chance to do that many times. It hit me hard for the second time just what I was trying to take on. So I did. One step, then another. If I couldn't walk I would crawl. If I couldn't crawl I would do so anyways, even when everything in my day was bad. I needed to trust something good would come of it. So here I am now, married and with a second small blessing.

That is faith. Faith is this small seed inside us that most only look at when things are going bad. They look to the sky perhaps and mutter the the name "God" along with what they hope to be the outcome, but me... I do something different and look within. Everything is inside you, whether by Divine Hand or Evolution. You were born with this instinct inside you to fight or to run. Keep that fire lit. It matters more than any of us really knows.

First post…wow. I admit I am usually a little bit nervous in taking the first step in a new endeavor. So to start off let’s get to know one another.

Call me Evie. I am a writer, new to blogging (so bear with me on protocols), and I love roleplay. I think quotes are great, but more important is I love to pick them apart and see how they work.

Words to me are like machines. There are all these little moving parts in them and the way they arranged, angled, stressed, and so much more decides how the eye sees them. It is then of course up to the reader of the words how they wish to interpret them.

My heart shall be on my sleeve here, but it is not a thing I am afraid will break. The heart is a resilient thing capable of bringing out hidden reserves of strength from us when we nurture it.

I’d like to wrap my first post… (so excited to say that ^.^)…. with a quote from someone I have come to admire on a professional level, because I feel it sets the theme for this blog and blogging as a whole. None of us see ourselves as the cruel one, as the wrong one, but sometimes we are wrong and when we look inside ourselves and can own our faults that mistake becomes a learning experience, a strength.

“No one is an unjust villain in his own mind. Even - perhaps even especially  -those who are the worst of us. Some of the cruelest tyrants in history were motivated by noble ideals, or made choices that they would call ‘hard but necessary steps’ for the good of their nation. We’re all the hero of our own story.”