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May 3, 2013
Number Eighty Six
The objects around us appear to exist in the moment. But they contain all the elements of the future and the past. They exist -- at the same time -- in every form they have taken, or will ever take.
Soul consciousness can hold the past and the present. And when not in human form, can extend backward through every incarnation. Like rocks and suns, soul consciousness contains all future selves, all future development. But this is hidden, compartmentalized to create the illusion of linearity. Because all learning, all development happens simultaneously.
Soul consciousness can hold the past and the present. And when not in human form, can extend backward through every incarnation. Like rocks and suns, soul consciousness contains all future selves, all future development. But this is hidden, compartmentalized to create the illusion of linearity. Because all learning, all development happens simultaneously.
April 23, 2013
Number Eighty Five
Ultimately, we are here to create. First one learns to love with a love that holds everything, every element, every facet of a particular "thou," Love is attention: seeing and knowing thoroughly. Nothing can be created without love and attention. We create by loving and knowing something so deeply that we cause it to evolve, change, become. We do that whether we are creating a story, a sculpture, or a universe. Creating is the outcome of love.
April 12, 2013
Number Eighty Four
We build towns where there is water. The water gives life. Consciousness goes where there is something to learn. Learning is the water that feeds consciousness. Consciousness becomes dormant -- sleeps -- when there is nothing to learn. The cities of consciousness grow where souls learn together how to make a more perfect lawn, more perfect street, more beautiful song, more deeply felt embrace.
Number Eighty Three
"Dear god...Did you make mankind after we made you?" XTC
Did consciousness create god or did god create consciousness? Did some primordial awareness precede god, or did god kindle all of conscious knowing? Two syllogisms:
1. All consciousness evolves and learns. God is conscious. Therefore god has evolved.
2. What evolves grows from a state of pre-existence (what it was before taking its current form) into higher and higher forms. Therefore god did not always exist. God evolved from pre-existence into higher and higher forms.
If we define god as a level of consciousness that can create something out of nothing, then we might also say that consciousness grew from nothing into the creator of everything. Therefore:
We are part of the whole -- the whole of all evolving consciousness. We made god and god made us.
Did consciousness create god or did god create consciousness? Did some primordial awareness precede god, or did god kindle all of conscious knowing? Two syllogisms:
1. All consciousness evolves and learns. God is conscious. Therefore god has evolved.
2. What evolves grows from a state of pre-existence (what it was before taking its current form) into higher and higher forms. Therefore god did not always exist. God evolved from pre-existence into higher and higher forms.
If we define god as a level of consciousness that can create something out of nothing, then we might also say that consciousness grew from nothing into the creator of everything. Therefore:
We are part of the whole -- the whole of all evolving consciousness. We made god and god made us.
March 8, 2013
Number Eighty Two
Let it be. There is no remedy for what cannot be healed. No fixing what is broken beyond reconstuction. No homecoming for the murdered and the lost.
Let it be, the witness says. Just watch. Know what has happened. And let everyone who's seen the damage being done take away the lesson of collapse. Of suffering. Of the city being sacked and the children crying in cellars.
Let it be, the witness says. Peer into the slaying heart that makes such brokenness. Learn how it forgets. How it rages. How it lost everything.
Let it be, the witness says. Just watch. Know what has happened. And let everyone who's seen the damage being done take away the lesson of collapse. Of suffering. Of the city being sacked and the children crying in cellars.
Let it be, the witness says. Peer into the slaying heart that makes such brokenness. Learn how it forgets. How it rages. How it lost everything.
February 25, 2013
Number Eighty One
At a certain point, as a universe expands, the distances become too great for relationship, for cohesion and connection, for objects to have influence on each other. In that environment, cause and effect dies, and consciousness cannot grow.
The distance between incarnate souls, as that between stars, is subject to strict laws of entropy. The distance between souls will expand, due to cruelty and damage, until there is a complete loss of relationship, of connection, of influence. Each soul is then alone, flying like some lost planet through the dark.
The distance between souls expands as cruelty breaks attachment, as it destroys emotional gravity. In that environment, consciousness can no longer grow because love is impossible.
The distance between incarnate souls, as that between stars, is subject to strict laws of entropy. The distance between souls will expand, due to cruelty and damage, until there is a complete loss of relationship, of connection, of influence. Each soul is then alone, flying like some lost planet through the dark.
The distance between souls expands as cruelty breaks attachment, as it destroys emotional gravity. In that environment, consciousness can no longer grow because love is impossible.
February 7, 2013
Number Eighty
We are lost inside our bodies. Alone, exiled from true belonging. Everything we talk about is driven by a hope for connection. We are caught in the chemistry and nervous system of a creature who fights and runs, whose brain evolved to foresee danger and separate experience into good and bad. Our minds, judging and predicting, trap us in a binary world -- safe/dangerous, right/wrong, good for me/bad for me, lose/keep.
We do what we know how to do. We reach with words, we hit, we hurt, we run. We try -- with only our eyes and minds -- to see, to find the "whole."
We do what we know how to do. We reach with words, we hit, we hurt, we run. We try -- with only our eyes and minds -- to see, to find the "whole."
February 1, 2013
Number Seventy Nine
Each universe leaves its mark on consciousness. And on god, the sum of all consciousness. Each universe is a step in god's evolution, as consciousness collects what was learned in order to create the next big bang.
What is awake, learns. God is awake. God is every conscious soul learning. God is not perfect because we aren't perfect. God will never be perfect. God creates in order to learn. Each universe is inhabited by a bigger, more conscious god.
What is awake, learns. God is awake. God is every conscious soul learning. God is not perfect because we aren't perfect. God will never be perfect. God creates in order to learn. Each universe is inhabited by a bigger, more conscious god.
January 25, 2013
Number Seventy Eight
There are two kinds of knowledge -- explicit and implicit, what is seen and what is sensed. We know a tree has green leaves. We sense a principle of life, a form of consciousness in the spreading limbs. If we listen, we sense the possibility of relationship to the tree.
Implicit knowledge is the whispering of our own wisdom, gleaned from many lives. Implicit knowledge also comes from listening to the twitter of the Noosphere, the sound of all souls conversing.
A gun is blue steel. A hand touching your face is soft and warm. We know this, with explicit clarity. Beyond what the senses tell, the mind enters a world of shadows. The implicit world. In this world concepts and ideas collapse. They become like Styrofoam, brittle and insubstantial. Implicit knowledge comes from listening without sound. To the deepest truth of the relationship between things. Meditation was invented to learn the implicit truth.
Implicit knowledge is the whispering of our own wisdom, gleaned from many lives. Implicit knowledge also comes from listening to the twitter of the Noosphere, the sound of all souls conversing.
A gun is blue steel. A hand touching your face is soft and warm. We know this, with explicit clarity. Beyond what the senses tell, the mind enters a world of shadows. The implicit world. In this world concepts and ideas collapse. They become like Styrofoam, brittle and insubstantial. Implicit knowledge comes from listening without sound. To the deepest truth of the relationship between things. Meditation was invented to learn the implicit truth.
January 17, 2013
Number Seventy Seven
Time doesn't contain anything. The dates of a lifespan do not hold that life. The years of a particular war, or even an empire, cannot contain the conflict or a civilization. Everything that has happened continues to happen. It goes on outside of time, in a form that can be reentered at any moment.
The lowest, least authentic form of reentry is memory. More powerful is dissociation, which brings the past into the present so seamlessly that the current moment is obscured.
At some level, the tape of every cruelty, every conversation, every creative moment, every helpless scream is still playing. It is going on, exactly as it occurred, waiting to be revisited. Time can't touch it.
The whip cracking on a slave stone mason, building the pyramids, can be felt right now. The lesson is waiting. The wisdom in knowing each form that pain takes -- is waiting. Each moment of hope, of arrogance, of love, of running away is still alive. Waiting.
The lowest, least authentic form of reentry is memory. More powerful is dissociation, which brings the past into the present so seamlessly that the current moment is obscured.
At some level, the tape of every cruelty, every conversation, every creative moment, every helpless scream is still playing. It is going on, exactly as it occurred, waiting to be revisited. Time can't touch it.
The whip cracking on a slave stone mason, building the pyramids, can be felt right now. The lesson is waiting. The wisdom in knowing each form that pain takes -- is waiting. Each moment of hope, of arrogance, of love, of running away is still alive. Waiting.
