Infinity Threads
It
was the evening before the New Moon and the evening was close to the next day
about fifteen minutes to midnight when I randomly picked up a book and I wanted to go to bed but somehow
this caught my attention and my interest was aroused. I opened it spontaneously
and I was fascinated by what I had opened as it was something I had been
researching and have mentioned many times in blogs and Posts, this however was
significantly deeper and more meaningful, just how I was about to discover.
Not
long after midnight I went to bed buzzing with all sorts of flashes, AH
HA’s and all things West as they say. It was to reveal itself and yet the
dilemma to endeavour to describe the feelings, emotions and real input and
inner meaning without too much science or apparent babble.
I
have often seen many speckle’s like dust in a sun beam yet more open and
everywhere, I have been told they are like buzzing energy from the atomic
substance and they were called ‘drayla’s’ and then out of that myriad of tiny
buzzing dots like tiny pinpoints of light, nay no colour as such more like pin
point bubbles sometimes they solidify and a form appears, this has not happened
to me. The buzzing was soundless it is more descriptive, then it slows down to
a gentle coming and going, not entirely, it is as if each tiny speckle was
popping in and out of existence and to me they were energy particles popping in
and out of the quantum field, the source in action.
I
have witnessed this many times and the another phenomena in which the room seemed
to breathe in a sort of wave formation and that nothing was solid and the waves
merely portrayed the underlying frequencies that manifested in the form and the
waves were the informing principle or consciousness a vast intelligence
bringing forth its thought forms into a holographic presentation and my brain
interpreted or decoded as a reality.
As
I lay in bed flashes came to me; vibrating liquid in a bowl formed certain
shapes with different sounds or vibrations, iron filings on a surface with
sounds or vibrations did similar things certainly a look at; A
simple experiment demonstrating the visualisation of cymatics can be done by
sprinkling sand on a metal plate and vibrating the plate, for example by
drawing a violin bow along the edge, the sand will then form itself into
standing wave patterns such as simple concentric circles. The higher the
frequency, the more complex the shapes produced, with certain shapes having
similarities to traditional mandala designs. Courtesy to You Tube.
As I laid in bed I felt my body begin to vibrate
everything became vibrant and the usual feeling when I relax every part of my
body and feel my brain go quiet and if the brain were a muscle it lets go and
relaxes without going deeper into meditation and my body feels as if a mild
electric current were going through it not as river but a minute sensation of
prickles coming and going and sometimes like waves undulating through me, like a physical sensation of the dreyla’s (drayla) and
perhaps they be same as presenting to the different physical or psychic senses.
Then came a familiar set of thoughts; I had realised
intellectually and somewhat more profoundly that the Cosmos and all in it were
and are a holographic formation produced by the thought waves of a conscious
intelligent mind, vast although does a mind have a container a brain, a box,
indeed it does not, what space is, or where it reflects and projects itself as
in a dream, it is literally all in the mind, no space is required only for the
forms that it solidifies in the waking dream I call reality.
Suddenly
realising this although realising is not an adequate description, rather a
knowing, my body was merely being held in a compilation of dreyla’s it was as though the nuclear forces that apparently in old theories held the atoms,
particles in strong and weaker forces, like magnets repelling and attracting,
the dance of the particles and the expression of never ending dancing,
jiggling, juggling energy and to me energy is that which propels movement and
that can be Wu Li(Masters) as said by
some to be ‘The Dance of The Universe’ .
Then
a moment of panic and fear and then calm and a quite exaltation, I was not
solid, I was merely cohesive in vibration and could easily like the dust
particles just dissolve, what held me in this energetic form? It was
consciousness, a matrix of intelligence that had the patterns of energy that
moved and formulated these speckles into an energy mould that would appear to
solidify into this entity of apparent solidness, this flesh model that somebody
named Shack, Geoff, Soaring Eagle, Shindo, Krishna Mitra Ananda at various
times of its life and never self chosen and now wondering and feeling a no name
for this illusionary being. I had an identity as long as this form persisted
and it was a label on an object, a flesh casket like a bunch of lowers with a
label that persisted until the flowers decayed and the flesh died and then the
label was just a memory and maybe forgotten and in some peoples lives forgotten
when alive.
So
it was liberating and yet sad, sad because of the pain I was currently
experiencing. This was the pain of
realising the unreal- ness of the life of this world as humanity seems bent on
destroying the planet and one another. The pain of shedding this skin of non
conformity of this war like madness, this pollution of food, mind and nature,
this dreadful awful despotic addiction to materialism when realising the
emptiness of knowing one’s essence and following the false dream that
everything is solid and the physical senses are the only reality and not
realising at least from Quantum revelations that all is not as solid as it
would seem and there is a solace when one gets over the fear we are and
everything is temporary, there is no permanence, there is no unconditional love
in humanity as long as we have a label, a religion, a politic and an addiction. The fear that we are solid and flesh at essence causes the hoarding and materialism, the more I acquire the more my possessions make me feel safe and solid, the nag is I will die and leave them all, fear not I will reincarnate, I am still seeking permanence.
Then
again from science we are in essence waves, particles in constant changing
relationships and some of these appear as the sequences of waves and particles coalesque into a form be it a planet, plant, animal, bacteria, fowl or fish and
a human, and what’s more the design of the entire Cosmos is a oneness, seamless
entity and not compartmentalised. The Universe was born out of consciousness
and held in place by the thoughts and implementations of that mind and does not
think in fragments. What appears to us because of fragmented compartments,
reductionism and hard physics as gradual evolution is the transforming of
closed local minds and on realisations and opening to greater possibilities
that what appears to be the future is but experiencing the now of the greater
mind the non local mind.
If
I were to travel to an unexplored part of the galaxy and behold wonders I would
say this is the future but it was there all the while, it is all relative to
openness of the mind that perceives it. My brain washing as discussed in many
back articles limits me to the future and in fact there is no future if I keep
the same old, same old beliefs like a hamster in a cage on the treadmill.
So what now; I feel that somehow perhaps sometime someone would
invent an organic matrix or discover that the human cellular system and its
constant vibratory nature and its delicate magnetic resonances
and electrical properties would evolve from the vibratory shapes that the
sounds and frequencies make and the shapes are the matrices and each and every
matrix has to be commensurate and concomitant and in harmony and sync with one
another and the dreyla’s that appear random and always in motion are
attracted by thought and gathered in, one might say harvested and chi like and
sound which is frequency (also colour, notes of music and so on) and this sound
in making shape is the tool of consciousness pitched at the appropriate
frequency to harness the drayla like the ingredients of cake and make the
moulds for the dreyla’s to fill and compact and hence seemingly trillions upon trillions compressed dreyla’s (perhaps, particles, atoms, molecules) and perhaps my old
Sensei when he broke the oak said’ I went down to the bits(atoms) and then put
my hand / finger through them and broke the wood’ as a story I have often told. These compacted and compressed dreyla come out of the mould to be forms of apparent solid reality.
At this moment of typing this I am left spaced out and do not have
a clue what will occur, a very pleasant sensation and yet I feel my dearest
body will have to play catch up with the chemical reactions as my brain fast
forwards with the new synaptic and neurons interfaces.
SHACK
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