Seeing into Being

Where does perception take place? Where is the real cradle of reality? That which we perceive as 'out there' is actually only real 'in here' - in the grey matter between the ears.

How do you know for sure that if you and someone else see the colour 'blue', agree that it is 'blue' and recognise other shades of 'blue', that you and they are internally perceiving the same colour? It's all agreed perception and we blindly believe everyone else's and our own perceptions of blue (or anything else) are the same.

"The Map is not the Territory". Wise words, which some may recognise. Yet we see the world only in terms of the map in our minds. The world comes to us, filtered through the lense of our eyes, interpreted by rods and cones, turned upside down and converted to synaptic impulses and synthesised into a crude analog of what is really out there.

Yet we create the magic trick. We project this map outwards, and overlay it onto what is there. The fit of our projection and the actuality of what is 'out there' is immaterial. What is really important is that we project. This projection is what we believe is 'real', because we 'see' it.

Two people see the same scene. One sees mundane, every-day, the other sees opportunity, excitement, fulfillment. It's the same scene.

What if we could consciously take charge of what we're seeing? What if, in one daring, radical movement, we could take charge of the passive act of seeing, and daringly change it into one of active creation? The Act of Seeing would then become an Act of conscious Creation.

The Year of Positive Thinking

It's official! Positive Thinking doesn't work. Even Oprah says so. Don't believe it? Go Google the news.

Maybe it's a good thing, though. Apparently people cannot believe that merely "Thinking Positive" won't actually get them anywhere, and it makes them more despondent as a result of not achieving their "Positive Thought", than if they hadn't Thought Positive in the first place. If wishes were fishes....

The thought (pun intended) of getting up out of their easy-chair and actually doing something about it . . . well, it's just like, y'know, not very new-age, positive is it?

Yet, Napoleon Hill as an example, did have something.
If, in the course of your Everyday, you go about consciously holding the Intention of one thing or another, you invariably tend to spot opportunities that further your held Intention. Of course that takes a certain dedication of will and patience, and a willingness to pursue tantalising leads.

Someone once told me that working on an Intention is much like brooding an egg. Not that I wish to be a hen, but the analogy has some semblance of applicability. Keep your Intentions warm, organise your life around them, don't let the hawks and foxes spot them, and above all, have patience. Sooner or later SOME-thing will happen. Oh, and keep working on it patiently every day until you succeed.

Will it be magic? or Magick? The truth is, it won't really matter once your Intention is manifest. Most often, manifestation will come packaged with some sort of logical back-story to satisfy our own private stick-in-the-mud skeptic - which we all secretly harbour. I often wonder if we don't work harder to manifest a plausible back-story than we actually work to create the desired manifestation of our Intendings. Oh well, in the words of my teenage (and not-so) daughters - "Whatever"!

If the result is The Result, then who cares? Does it matter that it appeared in seemingly "normal" circumstances? Does it matter that it didn't miraculously manifest on the lawns at Parliament House? Does it really matter HOW it appears? Of course not. The same as we all don't wonder every morning at the 'how' of a sunrise, or a bird in flight, or an egg hatching... it just does.

But you can't write a headline-grabbing report on the manifestation of apparently normal, logical outcomes or events. That doesn't count now does it?
"Person buys house of their dreams after working hard and getting a series of promotions"
Yup - riveting. Best seller, I'm sure.

Positive Thinking is fun in an intellectual, quasi-Endorphinesque sort of way.
But not very productive it seems.

Right now I am Thinking Positively about . . . a nice cup of tea.

Still thinking ... thinking ... thinking. Oh bugger it! Where's that kettle?

Creation Horizon

Imagine the tree of life, drawn starting from a single horizontal line, moving from one side of the page as a line, then suddenly as an upward motion, branching up and out into fractal patterns, the trunk, the branches, the twigs, the leaves all formed from the same line, returning down the other side of the tree and finishing again into a straight, horizontal line.

What would it be, if that horizontal line represented the horizon of creation? What if that single line could rise up and loop and whorl and swoop, fly and dive in unlimited imaginative ways?

Could it be that perhaps, below that line is the font of all that is above the line? Could it be that that which resides below the line, that horizon of creation, is like the hand that animates the glove, and the glove is nothing more than an imaginative continuation of the horizontal line?

If we lived in the world, seeing only that which is above the line of creation, we would believe that these constructs are the totality of our environment. Yet, some of us would be troubled by the seeming animation and intelligence hidden “somewhere inside” that set of constructs which surrounds us. Some may even see ourselves as constructs of that creative horizon and be troubled by the animation that seemingly moves us.

And without further information, we would all live in a semi-uneasy existence relying on the unknown nature of existence in order to exist.

Then along comes quantum physics. Specifically Quantum Entanglement theory, which kind of proves that if you wiggle a bit of our construct universe on one side, another bit, at a greater or shorter distance away will, seemingly all by itself, wiggle in unison.

“How odd”, we say to ourselves...
Our disquiet grows. What connects the two seemingly unconnected particles of Universe? What makes them move as one? What could it be that neither time nor distance seems to hold sway over this disquieting, repeatable experiment?

Could it be that, lurking below the horizon of creation, there lies a unified field? A field of unlimited creation, of unbelievable richness and detail, all past, present and future creations, dormant, waiting, ready to come exploding forth above the creation horizon at a bidding.

… but at whose bidding?

Time is the illusion

Imagine a universe with no time. Imagine there is no travel between here to there. In such a universe we would truly be pervasive, as time is the factor that gives us distance and limits us to locality.

Without time, without distance, would we be "everywhere simultaneously"? Perhaps there would be no concept of "where" - perhaps there just "is"?

Would there be movement? Would there be vibration? Vibrations are measured in cycles per second... or whatever unit of time one feels is appropriate. Vibration is the measured expression of energy over time. Without time - would there be energy? Does time contain or constrain energy in some way, meting it out so that energy does not annihilate itself in one spent paroxysm?

And if that paroxysm occurred, would there be a beginning or an end? After all, these concepts are merely artifacts of systems involving time. Even our language finds it difficult to express things outside of time. How would you describe an endless outpouring of energy? Perhaps, "All that ever is, was and will be..."

What is the concept of one, when One is all there is? Without time, would there be a "two", or a "three"?

Time is what gives order and sequence and constraint to the Universe as we perceive it. Perhaps it is just a human institution designed to allow us to live in a Universe that is in fact a singularity. It may be that it is we who rearrange the Universe into sequential streams, only for the sake of our limited perspicuity and frail sanity.

Time makes for a safe, ordered, structured Universe - a place more pleasant for the human mind to wander. Is time in fact a function of the Universe, or is it a necessary artifact of our consciousness, employed to keep us safe in our primitive brains while we float and drift in the vast unknowablness of an enigmatic Universe?

Time.. time... time for a cup of tea, thinks me.