Images of Nothingness
If you know what you’re doing, you’re wasting your time.
—Buckminster Fuller
Images of Nothingness
By Lloyd Leiderman
Some people think of spirituality as escapism. They yearn to take leave of the phenomenal world for some sort of la-la
land that negates everyday experience as trivial, if not downright destructive to their inner well Being. Yet real spiritual
life involves embracing the down-to-earth realm our humanity pervades by clothing our encounters with infinite wonder.
Don’t worry that ultimate meaning can’t be fully expressed solely through human braininess. With proper insight, we
respect our meticulously organizing mind and the time/space compartments it creates, while simultaneously
surrendering them to free ourselves from their shackles and impute to them their intended, unspeakably divine
usefulness. We can exchange our little self, wielding human mentality, with the infinitely expressive Truth of our
immortal Presence. Thus shining our true nature through the mind of God, our life departs the worldly “tale told by an
idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing,”1 and enjoys meaningful creation as beauteous Art.
1 William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5.
Our human creature abides in maya’s illusory realm. Our pure Soul but visits there. Such hobnobbing occurs at every
stage of our growth through the spiritual Hierarchy, so who’s to say that any tit-for-tat is any less Real than the ultimate
mystery impelling Life’s ever questing joy.
Caught up in our daily busyness, we rarely visit the depths of consciousness where ultimate questions—of existence,
of meaning—reside as our inner potential to enjoy life. When we do take that plunge, be it regularly in meditation or
through an ongoing “practice of the Presence” or encountering life changing crises, we may find our everyday
consciousness ill equipped to grapple with an untenable, ever receding void that seems to cast us as but specks afloat in
an oceanic abyss. Our normal human approach to life is unwelcome there. Yet, enlightened sages have always
encouraged the trek, knowing full well that the divine Mother’s succor is attainable and that soul truly partaking of Her
nurture will never depart Her ambiance wherever their attention may reside.
The waking life we take for granted is every moment an answer to an ultimate question we are not even aware we
have asked. Those answers arise in us as searing flashes that burn the past as dross and beguile the future as mere
potential. Even what we take as the present is but smoke signaling the divine Presence of an unfed flame. Arising as the
demeanor of infinite mystery, that flame confers ultimate meaning upon every bit of everyday stuff, of everyday activity.
Real life—the antithesis of existential ennui—answers ultimate questions by drawing consciousness alternately onward
through life and death as a daily, cyclic occurrence eternally flowing as ever dawning enlightenment.
Life’s infinitely mysterious flaming Presence renders everyday encounters as Art.2 The human specialty is our ability
to consciously attune to, commune with and express Life’s infinite flame as THAT Art rather than merely, like animals, to
instinctively react to it. We thereby convert our everyday activities from gibberish to meaningful grace. Merely
rearranging the sensual world like dust on a table is but a tête-à-tête ‘tween Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Each of us augments and brings special meaning to the infinite One. As we assume our identity commensurate with
universal worlds without end, we find that our regular old walking around life resonates the Artisan within, who vivifies
life, itself. Yet…
2 I capitalize the word Art when it refers to cascading, living Art that imbues consciousness as instances of the One, as meaningful joy.
"One cannot create an art that speaks to me when one has nothing to say."3
3 Andre Malraux, L’espoir [Man’s Hope], 1938.
And the only way to have something really meaningful to “say,” as soul resonating your Word (your personal Christhood) through everything you perceive and do is to put aside the notion that you are a separate little speck facing a gargantuan universe. You will find, then, that you are that universe focusing its own fiery consciousness through human specks as well as galaxies Self-servingly alight. As a living flame, your mere existence speaks with poignant import:
"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness."4
4 Andre Malraux, La Condition Humaine [Man’s Fate], 1933.
When I read Malraux’s quote, I disputed his assertion that we are here as specs, randomly tossed about in an emptiness. But, in the realms of maya he is right. Yet, being right about that has little to do with Life’s purpose.
Yes, maya is empty, with no final meaning. Even the laws of nature are, as Theosophy teaches, merely the habits of a Cosmic Being. By definition, the infinite “Final Truth” can never be completely attained. Even the ascension in the light, graduating consciousness out of the human kingdom, is but a step in the endless progression urged onward by infinite mystery’s life force.
5 Hence, the habits of each Cosmic Being comprise worlds whose Mother Nature obeys different “laws.”
Thus, finality is unattainable…for ascended masters, for Cosmic Beings, even for the Elohim—the seven great spirits before the throne 6 of God. As Arcturus, Elohim of the Seventh Ray, discloses, “…in the awful majesty of his glory, the hearts of the Elohim throb with pulsations of divine love. We are sustained by his mercy, by his incomparable grace.” 7
6 The throne of God is not some fancy chair. It is the three-in-one flame of love, wisdom and power. Its presence in the heart of any being allows tapping into infinite mystery. It conveys individuality. Individuals grow as God through it; God enjoys Life through it.
7 Elohim Arcturus, Pearls of Wisdom, Vol. 50, No. 13 (Gardiner, Mont.: The Summit Lighthouse, 7/15/2007), p. 97.
That omnipresent need for grace proclaims the ultimately meaningless emptiness.
And yet….
And yet….
Each moment puts that emptiness to the lie. Each moment broadcasts its ungraspable plenum. Each moment is the living dictionary definition of the ever new One. The unattainable, meaningless emptiness, the taproot of Life’s forcefully urgent infinite mystery, is tantamount to THAT “ever womanly [who] draweth us on.” 8
8 See the last stanza of Goethe’s Faust.
Your every wakeful moment can rejoice as infinite mystery’s bloomers: the blooming that clothes mystery’s unknowable nakedness with “images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.” Existentialists, caught up by the nothingness, lapse into ennui. They miss out on the joy, the Art, the grace that comes of resonating with their Cosmic Being’s habits.
In contrast, awakened Lonely Ones, 9 happily embrace the nothingness. Their embraces, each an opening upon a moment’s divine love kiss, inform the One. They speak of the One’s momentous composure. Their regard for Love’s plenum, regardless of its nothingness, bespeaks. Bespeaks what? you might ask. It bespeaks nothing in particular and the All that awareness’s handle intimates.
9 Lonely Ones are those who realize that only the One IS. Thus there is no “other” to be friends with.
The commonplace everyday imagery we process may be agog in the empty nothingness. But, as Malraux declares, the power driving those images and tendering galactic habits is drawn from Ourselves. The loving union of our Being’s twin flames stirs our soup and bestirs our every heave-ho. The particular Being I AM is identical with the entirety of its Causal Body, the purport of its Artfully composed images, even while the universal Being I AM identifies Self as the One about whom naught can be said, for only the One IS.
Like hairs on a Cosmic Being’s head, each of us coifs the far flung cosmos to find Self in the moment’s style, even as our stylus writes everyday images that deny our nothingness. Each multidimensional image we identify in our moments’ awareness is an opening that brings satisfied closure to the One’s Love.
Your Ironic Personality
Passion Paying the Price of Paradox
Humans are specially graced with this ability to express and embrace Divine Love. Through the threefold flaming Presence of God in their heart they are capable of focusing infinite Reality. Spiritual masters transcend maya’s emptiness, its nothingness, by drawing upon the infinite mystery therein and portraying their infinite Father-Mother Presence, a facet of the One I AM, returning grace for grace by acting in and as the One, enriching it from an ever new point of view.
Such powerful imagery blooms without bombast. Spiritual mastery is a peace commanding presence in God-control of the lightning that flashes across the abyss broaching infinity at all levels of the spiritual Hierarchy, including the time/space milieu. Masterful humans portray the paradox of infinity abroad in the finite world as all-powerful imagery, as men and women whose life, as Art, shuns self-justification. Their echoing grace is infinity devolving imagery—the bodies they inhabit, the works they fashion, the wisdom they impart, the love that communicates the One withal. Theirs is an infinite freedom that soars beyond matter’s sirens, neither derived from nor composed of worldly interaction. As Malraux observes elsewhere, “Freedom is not an exchange—it is freedom.”
Your human personality is intended to relate to your feminine Soul, the flip side of your masculine Christ, the Word. That masculine/feminine wholeness navigates life immersed in human sensations that are like adjectives modifying maya’s empty nouns. But it is not just the maya that is empty; so is the absolute ALL. the One, which of itself can carry no meaning. The ALL, is unable to immerse itself at all. Woody Allen ends his film “Crimes and Misdemeanors” with this take on Malraux’s insight re our penchant for meaning above: 10
10 Ibid.
"It is only we, with our capacity to love, who give meaning to the indifferent universe. …most human beings seem to have the ability to keep trying [in spite of their sense of being miniscule] and even to find joy from simple things, like the family, the work, and from the hope that future generations might understand more."
I include Allen’s observation to emphasize the primary role that individuality plays in the whole shebang, which is:
• the ALL (“the One about whom naught can be said” paradoxically expressing infinite plenum)
• the All (each individual I AM Presence and its Causal Body focusing the ALL)
• Cosmic Beings (Hierarchical “segments” of the ALL, with bodies expressing their consciousness as universes, galaxies, solar systems, planets and other types of consciousness I’m not aware of)
• Masters ascended and unascended, and even lowly humanity down here in their incubators.
Without individuality, the “me and you” of life, the absolute One may BE, but such BEING, unspeakable ALLness, without personal meaning and joy, is hardly worth the price of admission.
And so, the One is willing, as it were, to pay the price. Somehow, magically, out of the infinite mystery comes the passion, the passion that is willing to condemn itself to death, to endure dukkha to hatch love and meaning, to transmute joy out of illusory cosmic eggs that are pretend universes made Real by the paradoxical confluence of imagination with its ever urging cornerstone Nothingness.
I AM the Way
It’s Not All or Nothing
It’s Both
Each moment, you embed your awareness in a multidimensional, symphonic image. You are not those images flashing by. You are their observer and their lover. It appears that you move around in them because they flash through consciousness so quickly. Human memory imbues these instants with duration. They appear, as in a movie, to be continuous motion. Your changing viewpoint impresses you as if you’re moving through them. But your sense of who I AM can remain aloof unless you allow the imagery to hoodwink you into identifying with it.
I remember traveling in the back of a pickup truck one day, and as the images of the surrounding countryside flashed by and the wind was practically blowing me over, I profoundly realized that I—the Real Me—was not actually moving at all! The only thing moving was the motion picture show my senses were reporting to my essential Being. But I AM THAT I AM, and no thing has any power to move or even touch THAT.
Where do you go between the imaginary flim-flam film frames? Where are you during that lickety-split unconscious blackness? The Real You who’s always there doesn’t disappear. But it sheds its imaginary limitation, and assumes its role as a focus of infinite mystery. It dips into the divine Well. And this renders consciousness an open system, independent of time/space closure.
The imaginary realm: the universes, worlds, all the forms which clothe life, is a closed system in which energy is neither created nor destroyed. It includes your human body, which will someday die. But the real you (your I AM Presence and its evolutionary masculine/feminine agents Christ/Soul) is not confined to such playpens. Yet its infinite Selfhood uses maya’s compartments to engage Great Service in its role as an agent of joy.
You partake of your infinitely mysterious nature in those moments between the imaginary frames that focus your attention. Thus, you are a creative Being. You are not confined to merely pushing around the dust of the closed systems you bring into focus. Indeed, ultimately you are not even confined to only one supposedly nameable Being. You are BEING, itself. You are ALL: all Beings at once; the One.
So how do you position yourself as you go about your daily life down here as a human being; or as an ascended or unascended master, for that matter? Do you only assume the No-thingness of infinite mystery by always surrendering into the interstitial, spiritual blackness between mater’s 11 movie frames? Or do you affirm your identity in and as the One, the Allness of BEING operating as all Beings, worlds without end, yet focusing here and now as your current divine awareness?
11 Single “t” mater is double “t” matter as consciousness attuned to and involving the infinite One.
Of course, the answer must be “both.” For “both” is the Great Service that enables the One to enjoy life and to grace it with infinite possibility. Rooted in its embroiling plea for life, each multidimensional image expressing mystery in and as the One populates an entire universe in the big-banging momentous silence. Such images are Real by virtue of their unspeakably infinite mystery and THAT Reality can only be assimilated and enjoyed through the senses of Christ/Soul. Our finite, plodding human senses must of necessity—couched exclusively in duality, as they are—ignore such living imagery entwined with infinity. 12 Thus time’s instances seem to be stretched; imagery parades and forms seem to endure. And these phantoms bite. Remember the old joke:
12 Yet, human imagery is sustained in and as the One. Spiritual mastery comes of not identifying with them.
Does your dog bite?
No, my dog does not bite.
Dog bites man.
I thought you said your dog does not bite!!
That is not my dog.
And those illusory phantoms out there are not your dog, either! They’re maya’s dukkha bearing sirens, itching to eat you right up.
Time Flies When You’re Having Fun 13
The Sense of Separation Elongates Time
13 Fun is said to be the “Fohat of UNion.” Incorporating the sparkle of infinite mystery into your daily activities removes them from the clutches of banality.
The sensual sensory plodding slows at each denser and denser imaginary level of consciousness—as matter’s density increases, progressively more and more “distant” from the instants comprising the flowing Real Image. Unascended lifestreams (such as you and I) have access to Christ/Soul consciousness, which can navigate Life’s river at very high frequencies, figuratively engrossed in whitewater rapids just below the I AM Presence’s infinite big-banging summits. But few of us everyday Joes and Josephines can sustain consciousness at such heights. Instead, we descend into some level of ignorance by allowing the sense of separation to hypnotize us into its clutches.
Fortunately, many lightbearers refuse to insistently drown in the time/space river where it simply poops out, muddied in a delta of existential ennui. Those who do succumb to such hand waving simply fail to surrender their human ego based awareness to the Real Nothingness that is actually inner spiritual LIGHT. Moreover, the cessation of imagery, the real Nothingness, has nothing to do with atheism, a blindness which I relate to as ignorance heir to an obscenely lazy intellectual dabbling. The reality of human Being is infinity touching time and space in the limit. Of course, infinity can never really touch time and space and remain infinite. This time/space “touching” is the hint that blows our poor little brainwaves into such miniscule pieces we are left to simply refer to these numina as mystery.
Meaning in Life
Don’t Walk Around Like Dumb Driven Cattle
If you are anything like me, you likely have already come to a point of disgust with the welter of ignorance you’ve been flailing yourself with for years. It’s so easy to give way to the comme ci comme ça banality that poses as life. Ian McEwan’s character, Briony, in his novel Atonement comes to a point at which she demands, like Malraux, to know once and for all I AM:
"She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out?...in front of her…was a cloud of insects…[doing] a mysterious courtship dance, or sheer insect exuberance that defied her to find a meaning…This was the challenge she was putting to existence—she would not stir, not for dinner, not even for her mother calling her in. She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, rose to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance. 14
14 Ian McEwan, Atonement (New York: Anchor Books, 2001), p. 72
Have you, like Briony, lost that spark of immanence, or perhaps never caught its fire? Have you forgotten that all you perceive each moment is You, I AM THAT I AM; that without your very own significance, life’s parading images molder like a grave’s ghouls parading through memory, attempting to inflict your instants with remembrance. On the other hand, your Real Self cherishes the vision of a young child, whose ever new sight eschews ignorance and lifts the hapless wandering hobo in us all up away from banal tracks.
Gerard Manley Hopkins asks us to realize that it is not the dying worldly images all around us but our own I AM who urges us to grieve ignorance’s loss by living all One in its stead:
"Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thought care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for. " 15
15 Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Spring and Fall: To a Young Child,” Epigraph to the novel Goldengrove, by Francine Prose (New York: HarperCollins, 2008).
What the heart’s [holy] “ghost guessed” is the beautifully fanciful Nothingness that soul seizes as Life’s sparkle, yet often so woefully spends upon “the blight man was born for.” Soul, hypnotized into its dance with the blight to the point of attachment loses its fun filled Self. It’s lured away from the Great Service, which employs the blight, wringing from it ecstatic, winged flight. It’s no mean trick, this enabling infinity to BE more infinite!
Untutored soul may skitter ignorantly through an entire lifetime in mourning for her Real given name. She can cloak her awareness under innumerable veils posturing in one stance or another in her life’s many roles, yet never assuming the posture of THAT which answers to Nothingness posing as infinite opportunity. Her name in a particular embodiment is the die Soul uses for Her embodied human agent to thread Beauty as her fastener to eternal life.
Yes, your dies will die, and yet You go on. Perhaps at the very instant of death after and entire embodiment of gross ignorance, a light will go on, and soul will have learned to embrace the infinite Nothingness just that once—enough to justify an entire lifetime as one single cycle, a page’s contribution to the soul’s eternal Book.
That’s a far cry, indeed, from the speed writing authors, the spiritual masters, the Lonely Ones, who flip thousands of maya’s pages into Nothingness each and every second. The spiritual Hierarchy comprising soul’s images of Nothingness can express the One’s infinite meaning on schedule with alacrity. Or soul can slog about like a lugubrious, slimy critter. Or she can make her way like a fighter punching her way through self created obstacles. Manley Hopkins’ poem shows, perhaps, an older wiser man’s remorse at realizing he has tended more to following the human way than the masterfully divine. In writing this poem he may be resolving to increase the frequency that his life’s imagery do-si-dos with its invigorating Nothingness.
When I allow my mind to waft way up and in to the Great Unknowing that accesses infinite mystery, I am not aware of what I relate to as “meaning.” I suppose that meaningful Life only relates to activity down where individuals create relationships. Yet, since only the One IS, such hobnobbing with infinite mystery occurs at every Hierarchical level. So, who’s to say that any tit-for-tatedness is any less Real than the ultimate mystery.
The sine wave of consciousness flashing in and out of configured awareness is simultaneously just a blip on other waves of consciousness at lower frequency Hierarchical realms. In other words, for each step of the alchemical cycle of a project you are working on, a Being focused at a higher frequency of consciousness can say “been there, done that.” Indeed, each possibility you consider to incorporate into your project has already been completed by such a higher level Being. Thus, the Cosmic Being Mighty Victory’s motto “always victory” is literally true. We live not in a single world, but an interpenetrating realm of worlds within worlds of Being, of more inclusive or less inclusive alchemical cycles.
All of these worlds partake of the ultimately arbitrary mystery, so every Hierarchical level of Being is as Real as any other so long as consciousness takes the pains to die on cue twice per alchemical cycle—as the cosmic mean is crossed at zero and 180 degrees. 16 Consciousness surrendering to infinite mystery renders all of Hierarchy One, and all of Life fun.
16 It’s interesting to note that a circle is mathematically said to angularly comprise 2π radians. Thus the definition of any alchemical cycle is given in terms of an irrational number: pi. And that implies that all cycles arise out of the ultimate mystery.
Certainly, though, when we are confronted with beings who do not include infinite mystery in their awareness, like the creeps running Earth at this time, along with all manner of other criminals, life doesn’t come across as fun. The pain of proximity to them can be ex-cruciating (away from the Cosmic Cross of White Fire), even incarcerating or tortuous. But it is always possible to invoke the Word of God to protect you so that their machinations don’t inwardly affect you at all.
I’m smilingly reminded now of the guy and his son in the “Life Is Beautiful” film, who endured a Nazi concentration camp by casting it as a fun game. I, myself, have a long way to go in that department. I’m pretty good at never getting angry (except while driving in rush hour traffic), but all it can take is a stubbed toe to get me to leave off from the fun ecstasy I must be experiencing somewhere deep down in there. (So you can know for sure that my writing about high falootin’ topics describes a target I’m shooting for, not some statement of spiritual mastery.) The degree of one’s spiritual mastery is proportional to how well it is realized that all targets are already achieved somewhere in and as the One.
Lose the Phantoms
Spiritual Hierarchy is the nesting of “levels” of your very own beloved Self, infinitely big and small. “Images of Nothingness” point right into Hierarchy’s heart. Below is the cover poem to Melissa Bank’s book The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing.” It intimately points into the art of losing the images saturating your life, interposing them with the Nothingness they impersonate.
"The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard the master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. 17
17 “One Art,” from The Compete Poems 1927-1979, by Elizabeth Bishop. That last stanza can be hard: the loss of co-dependence in relationships.
Through this poem, Bishop would have you face the “loss” of very long wave length imagery. She wants you to share her inner knowledge that the imagery you caress so intimately as to seem exclusively yours actually sports the Nothingness in situ. The two-cents I would add is that these cycles shorten as your Self realization climbs Hierarchy’s ladder.
Enlightened masters get their loss cycles down to milliseconds. And the imagery producing their consciousness thus can only be appreciated as spontaneous. Walking the homeward path involves becoming as facile upon Hierarchy’s ladder as those angels Jacob espied ascending and descending. Your momentous life is just such an ascent/descent with your attention freely choosing the level of consciousness your ladder is anchored to in the imaginary pleadings of your Word in earthly courts.
Losing at higher and higher frequencies is an art—the Art. The snippet of Nothingness that masquerades as self reflection in life lacking Art meanders through every crack and crevice in ego’s domain. It avoids ego’s lost cause armor plating like a river snaking unhindered through a plain’s receptivities. Maturity embraces this Art right in the face of lifelong adolescent frivolity.
The Alchemical Cycle of Creation Presenting Nothingness
One of the greatest faculties of consciousness is that it can focus upon any point in the sine wave of the alchemical cycle of creation. That wave comprises four quadrants.
Etheric – intent.
Mental – thought forms creating blueprints.
Emotional – building activities.
Physical – finishing touches culminating in objective precipitate.
Upon completion, the object radiates and is picked up by the senses of observers. These observers cycle its qualities through their own consciousness and add the entirety of their own experience of life to their interpretation of the object’s essence. The last two steps in the alchemical cycle are radiation and resurrection. These are what you experience at an art gallery, for instance. But, of course, they occur every moment, wherever you are. You are always alchemically precipitating your own creations and simultaneously interpreting those of other co-creators in our holographic universe.
I presented the above summary of the alchemical cycle because it ties directly in with the thesis this paper presents. At the zero and 180-degree points of the sine wave, consciousness confronts the wave’s zero-point, the cosmic mean, the NOW at which infinite mystery subsumes all apparently separate sensation/identity and the eternal One is experienced as ALL that IS.
At these two zero-points, the closed time/space universe, the cosmic egg, ceases to exist. I call these instants “mini-pralayas.” Eastern sages refer to these points as consciousness going to the “well.” All is nourished there, and the Holy Ghost adjusts consciousness to the ever changing, holographically immersed interactions of all lifestreams contributing to universal creation.
Next, understand that creation is a nested process. Every cycle comprises an infinite nesting of cycles below/within it. This nesting is why life is beginningless and endless. I know how difficult it is for the puny electrochemical human brain to come to terms with a beginningless creation. The brain and its seemingly separate ego based considerations cannot relate to something that obviously exists, that it is sensing right before it, as having no beginning or ending. After all, there was a time that it wasn’t there. Hence it obviously had a beginning.
The problem with that is that time itself is illusory. Time does not exist any more than the spatial objects if unfurls to our finite focused senses. For every point on the sine wave of creation, an entire cycle of creation nests below it. That competed cycle is what creates the point of being in the incomplete current cycle being observed above it. This process of nesting completed cycles within incomplete ones goes on forever downwards, and this timeless geometry of divinity (G-O-D) is the beginningless presentiment that buoys consciousness each moment.
It’s so much easier for the brain to acknowledge an endless future. Life carrying on even after creatures or objects cease to present themselves to the senses is indisputable. However, life’s endlessness, like its beginninglessness is not tied to the passage of time. It characterizes each moment as the endless canopy of ever expansive (in frequency) cycles without end. Every moment of consciousness is beginningless because it comprises endless cycles nested below it; and that same moment is endless because the completion of its own cycle composes a portion of endless cycles nesting it from above. In other words, the eternal NOW is an instance of consciousness that focuses the potential inherent in the One’s infinite mystery.
The NOW does not focus any “thing,” any static, objective, definitive broach of Life’s endless continuum. Paradoxically, every element of the infinite One (an oxymoron in itself) holographically enjoys its own wholly complete, unique point of view on Life’s beginningless/endless dance floor every timeless moment. Indeed, each moment births a big-bang re-semblance of the One which reassembles the All as an instance of the One’s own Self conscious I AM. Each of us is an uncompromised facet of THAT.
This beginningless/endless tie-in of outer manifestation to the infinitely mysterious well on the cosmic mean of every cycle of creation produces, then, images which are images of Nothingness. The manifest worlds are living images expressing infinity’s well.
The observed worlds and all self consciousness with their tag-along sense of separation are described by the positive and negative arcs of creation’s infinitely nested sine waves. The positive arc above the cosmic mean represents consciousness thrusting energy out with intent to coalesce as thoughtforms. The negative arc below the cosmic mean represents consciousness returning that energy, extended through building manifest creations and crystalizing them physically as objects, be they widgets or books or dance or sports or any other aspect of outwardly manifest life.
All we perceive are ultimately images of Nothingness (the open system of infinite mystery’s potential) because a camera operating in the closed system, for instance, cannot take a picture of itself. It needs a time/space mirror to provide the requisite sense of separation. But the apparent separation inherent in manifest worlds is not their source. That is merely the sensual stirring around of their dust.
Even so, the great, great magic of it all is that consciousness can imbue its sensational exploits with its own Self realized co-measurement of the One’s infinite mystery. The greater the measure of self that consciousness can abide, the greater the enjoyment of Life it can nourish and serve; the “higher” (more humble) is its “level” of
Hierarchy in and as the One.
Why It Is So Important That You Understand, Breathe In
And LIVE Immanently Conscious of the Spiritual Hierarchy:
Your Own Real Self
It’s quite simple. It doesn’t matter what point on the sine wave of creation you consider. That point is, to repeat myself, the outpicturing of the nested sine waves below it. And each of those waves cross the cosmic mean. In other words, infinite mystery is imminently available independent of what portion of the current sine wave of your alchemical creation that you are focusing your attention upon. Ultimate union—infinity enfolding you—in and as the One is part and parcel of every single supposedly solitary element of the manifest worlds. You don’t have to be sitting in deep meditation, focusing your awareness at the zero point cosmic mean to the exclusion of all other outer sensation. The zero point is “in your face” accessible all the time. Even when your attention is strongly focused on outer activity, you can be intertwining your interactions with the infinite mystery that is sine qua non to it all. (Of course, doing so is no piece of cake. That’s why masters are called masters.)
It doesn’t matter if you are just sitting around intending to do something; infinite mystery is nourishing that intent. You can be thinking about how you will accomplish your intent; infinite mystery is there nourishing those thoughts. You may be out there sweating in the sun, building your creation; infinite mystery is there giving you the energy and guidance to keep you on plan. You may be putting the finishing touches on a physical object or manuscript or whatever you have created; infinite mystery is there to harmonize it with the All. The outer maya may be illusory in and of itself, but at every point of its creation and duration, it is Real in that it expresses the One I AM.
Only Images of Nothingness Are Real
Creating images in and of time/space elements is like bouncing light around in a hall of mirrors. Such endlessly kaleidoscopic imaginings are like Shakespeare’s tales told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. But that “nothing” is lowercased. The cap-N Nothing giving rise to the Real images of the One Life’s own dance of the hours. This Nothing is the infinite mystery with which those who “practice the Presence” infuse their consciousness. Through the surrender of their outer ego, they initiate and bring to joy cycles of manifestation which they are content to dance with as their beginningless/endless partners in the crime of apparently fracturing the One as the omni-jailbreak. All the “while,” however, that jailbreak is celebrated as infinite freedom, whose anthem cries “only the One IS.”
I become
aware
Some part of me
seems
to be missing
I must find it
I know
It
can’t really be gone
missing
I know you
my missing
found
never really gone
I know
And then
together
some ages pass
and together
Both
we find
Some part of us
missing
We look
as one
all around
And find
find the missing
right inside
us
never gone
Looking stowed it 18
time bestowed it
seemingly found
the not lost
right
inside where outside
comes to visit biding time
come to play
Yes forever
neverlost wants
to play
to find
the thoughtofasmissing
Oh, joy
the everfound
is yours in me
in us
Everfound,
us
who? What?
is looking for
us?
The love
the looking for
the found
already
All
every bit
found already
Aye ‘tis true
the play’s the thing
the catch that sends
the robin awing
the warriors to pelt
the covers to melt
Aye, the play
the alwaysfound
gone missing
yet again
Is it here?
no
not there
maybe there?
no
never anywhere
The alwaysfound
never found
not here
not there
it’s hidden in
the looking
‘Tis unknowing
takes the waves
crashing, foaming
‘pon its shore
the everfound
aglint there
its sands asparkle
unknowing
yet the showing
sounding Love glowing
clasping warmly
neverlost
The One
my One
your One
OM
Our One All One
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