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We each build our own reality amid a stark universal background.
What came before came before. Only the present, the now, seems to matter most.
The culture surrounding us - instinct and mother's milk - sustains us or we drift to other perceptions of reality.
How big or small the universe is perceived relates to how we see our place in the scheme of things. The size of the building blocks of reality does or does not matter. It all depends on the individual to determine the measure.
Recognition and comfort with self flows into and out of cosmic tides, like our breath keeping time with the heartbeat of THE ALL!
It is so easy to miss a beat.
We all live our lives in canyons of sorts - small walled off areas with a small view of the world.
Sometimes the water is in a difficult place to reach within our little canyons.
Sometimes the water is within reach.
How difficult sometimes to perceive, to see, to reach or to touch.
If we travel away from the canyon and into another canyon we keep on seeing the first canyon in our brains since most canyons tend to look alike.
Some can see beyond the personal prejudice that states that all canyons look alike. While others, no matter where they travel, only see the one canyon.
We all build our own reality. Nobody really knows what is inside the next guy.
Go with social flow or get jettisoned into the storm.
Wash up on a deserted beach and start all over again.
And what might we find there?
New perceptions?
New faith?
New realities?
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
the All - the Universe
In the theme of some gnostic style thinking – (which came first (?) the chicken or the egg(?)),
and that Jung thing, a central or a common consciousness – a commonality ...
I was moved when I saw a famous quote of retired Episcopalian Bishop John Shelby Spong :
”I admire our ancestors, whoever they were. I think the first self-conscious person must have shaken in his boots. Because as he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. He sees himself against nature. He looks at the vastness of the universe and it looks hostile.”
It reminded of something I wrote in my spirit journal in the last year or two. Of course it is a free flow of thought, not poetry, and perhaps a common thought on the same subject.
... first man and first woman were infused with the spirit of the universe.
At their beginning, their eyes saw the marvels that their ancestors had ridden as a flow.
With eyes first opening came a knowledge of before the beginning of first man and first woman.
After the beginning, first man and first woman could no longer ride a flow of energy – a flow of nature.
Eyes first opened made for hearts saddened. Something was lost with the gain of eyes first opened.
The parent of first man and first woman – nature – was still nature but somehow apart.
Knowledge of the great divide – before the beginning and the chaos afterward –
Opened an inner voice.
We are –
but who are we in relation to the all –
the universe?
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and that Jung thing, a central or a common consciousness – a commonality ...
I was moved when I saw a famous quote of retired Episcopalian Bishop John Shelby Spong :
”I admire our ancestors, whoever they were. I think the first self-conscious person must have shaken in his boots. Because as he becomes self-conscious, he's no longer part of nature. He sees himself against nature. He looks at the vastness of the universe and it looks hostile.”
It reminded of something I wrote in my spirit journal in the last year or two. Of course it is a free flow of thought, not poetry, and perhaps a common thought on the same subject.
... first man and first woman were infused with the spirit of the universe.
At their beginning, their eyes saw the marvels that their ancestors had ridden as a flow.
With eyes first opening came a knowledge of before the beginning of first man and first woman.
After the beginning, first man and first woman could no longer ride a flow of energy – a flow of nature.
Eyes first opened made for hearts saddened. Something was lost with the gain of eyes first opened.
The parent of first man and first woman – nature – was still nature but somehow apart.
Knowledge of the great divide – before the beginning and the chaos afterward –
Opened an inner voice.
We are –
but who are we in relation to the all –
the universe?
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