A number of years ago, I read The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tomkins. The book contains a number of stories about psychic or telepathic communication between man and plants, as well as the reactions of plants to certain events while hooked up to lie detector type equipment.
I could be wrong, but I think that there was a story in the book a situation in which there were two plants and a person said of one of the plants, this is so much prettier than that, or words to that effect. I guess I will have to reread the book to find the exact thought conveyed.
Anyway, the plant being considered less pretty was discouraged or felt bad, if you believe the book, as I sometimes do, though there are reasons to doubt some things.
Subsequent research has found that at least some of the science behind the book The Secret Life of Plants is bad or bogus. So, one question is whether or not the authors made up some of the things they reported as true. I don’t know, but I assume that they did . . .
In the 1973 book The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird, several brazen souls decided to explore a topic that is today considered as pseudoscience: plant sentience. Some went to great lengths to see if plants could detect, understand and pinpoint pain. While this research and subsequent book made a great splash in the media, it efficiently turned away scientists from the study of senses of plant biology as a sort of the unthinkable, taboo if you will. No one was able to reproduce Backster’s projects, an overarching necessity for correct science, and plant sentience became a joke in the field of plant biology.
I walk at Greenlake in Seattle. I take hundreds of photos every year at this point. At least, I did so in 2015. I would not set up a contest in which people pitted photos of the girls and women against each other, because I would regard it as hurtful.
I have friends and acquaintances who are overweight or who are less pretty. I do not tell them that and I do not tell them that they are less pretty than some others. I would regard that foolish and hurtful behavior. Those who are pretty or interesting, I may directly say, “Thanks,” or, “I appreciate your look!”
I have two friendly acquaintances who weigh 100 pounds more than would be good for each of them. Both of them have helped me in various ways and I appreciate their help.
There are times that I see the figures of some women and I respond by appreciating . . . and for those who don’t walk or don’t exercise I simply avoid viewing them in the way of appreciating their figure or not. Or, if I do, I pray and hope that they will exercise and take care of their health.
I read near death experiences from time to time. Supposedly in some heavenly realms, there may be people who are more mature or more advanced or more whatever than some others. Maybe they are even “prettier” in God’s eyes than others, but maybe I am wrong and God does not see things that way. I often wonder if God likes a lot of people more than God appreciates and likes me. So, I can understand that a person might find it crushing to be told that someone else is prettier than she is.
I believe that after we die, many of us will experience a life review in which we experience our lives again, and we experience everything that we have done, from our perspective and from the perspective of those with whom we have interacted.