When you are in an airplane
looking down upon the planet, then you see the mountain ranges and the valleys,
the rivers, plateaus, cities, fields and villages. To some extent you realize that the world has
physical contents, existing at one time yet varying in their
characteristics. In those terms, the
world is composed of its physical ingredients.
That “package” is the only part of the picture that you see, however.
Psychically, your world is
composed of the contents of its consciousness.
You have maps of continents and oceans, and in the entire view of each
portion is like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, all fitting together perfectly,
smoothly flowing into the natural structure of the world. So at any given time there is a world
consciousness, a perfect jigsaw of awareness in which each identity, however
large or small, has its part.
There are earthquakes that erupt
physically, and tracings are made of them.
There are also inner earthquakes of consciousness from which the
physical ones emerge – storms of mind or being, eruptions in which one segment
of the world consciousness, repressed in one area, explodes in another.
If you could orbit your planet in
a different kind of craft, you could view the psychic contents of the
world, seeing the world consciousness shining far more brilliantly than any
lighted city. You could spot the point
of intense activity, see the birth of new myths and the death of old ones as
certainly as you might be able to see a mountain slide or a tidal wave. The physical portions of earth are all
related. So does consciousness form its
own kind of inner structures from which, again, the physical ones emerge. You are indeed counterparts, then, each of
the other. Yet as there is great variety
to physical form, so counterparts follow a still more expansive inner freedom
that finds an even greater diversity of characteristics.
As I have certainly hinted, the
body is a miraculous organism, and you have barely learned the most simple of
its structures. You do not understand
the properties of soul or body, yet the body was given to you so that you could
learn from it. The properties of the
earth are meant to lead you into the nature of the soul. You create physical reality, yet without knowing
how you do so, so that the wondrous structure of the earth itself is meant to
lead you to question your own source.
Nature as you understand it is meant to be your teacher. You are not its master.
The creator is not the master
of his creations. He is simply their
creator, and he creates because he does not attempt to control. Period.
When you try to control power or
people, you always copy. To some extent
the world copies itself, in that there are patterns. But those patterns are always changed to one
extent or another, so that no object is ever a copy of another – though it may appear
to be the same.
In your terms, the world is
intensely different from one moment to another, with each smallest portion of
consciousness choosing its reality from a field of infinite probabilities. Immense calculations, far beyond your
conscious decisions as you think of them, are possible only because of
the unutterable freedom that resides within minute worlds inside your skull –
patterns of interrelationships, counterparts so cunningly woven that each is
unique, freewheeling, and involved in an infinite cooperative venture so
powerful that the atoms stay in certain forms, and the same stars shine in the
sky.
The familiar and strange are
intimately connected in your most obvious, your simplest utterance. You are surrounded by miracles. Why, then, does the world so often seem dour
and cruel? Why do your fellow beings
sometimes seem like unfeeling monsters – Frankensteins not of body but of mind,
spiritual idiots, ignorant of any heritage of love or truth or even graceful
beasthood? Why does it seem to many of
you that the race, the species is doomed?
Why do some of you feel in your quiet moments, such a sentence just?
You make your own reality.
Generally speaking, most
of you live in your own world, with others of your kind. Those of you who do not believe in war have
not experienced it. It may have
surrounded you, but you did not experience it.
Those of you who do not believe in greed have not suffered its “consequences”. If you still see it, it is because it is a
part of your reality. If you are
honestly not greedy, yet you see greed, then perhaps you are serving as an
example to others – but you form your own reality.
There are more worlds than you
suppose, and in your own private experience each of you contributes to the
world that you know. You and your
counterparts together form it. Your
physical body alone is equipped to perceive far more than you presently allow
it to. Physically you are a part of every
other person upon the earth, and you have a connection with each leaf and frog
and nail.
You choose the city or state or
country in which you live. No one forces
you to stay there unless you are looking for an excuse to remain. So you choose your psychic land as well. You can travel from one psychic land to
another as you can journey into other parts of the physical world. Some great travelers never left the country
of their birth.
Michelangelo roamed the
centuries, picking up visions and ideas as others might buy postcards,
journeying from one country to a foreign land.
His genius shows you what you are, and yet it is but a hint
of the potential with which your species is endowed.
In the light of such ideals,
surely you seem wanting – yet your reality is one in which the greatest
freedoms have been allowed. This means
that you have given yourselves full range so that all probabilities
could be explored, and none left out that were physically feasible.
This species gave itself no
“preordained” taboos.
The infinite ranges possible to
human capabilities would be explored – and those who chose the route
said, quote: “We will trust that our creativity will find its own way, and if
there are nightmares we will waken from them.
We will even learn from them. We
will dare to push aside the dimensions of being into those realms in which only
the gods have gone before – and through our utter vulnerability to experience,
discover the divinity that gives our humanity its meaning. And through the compassion that we have
learned, will we be able to understand the divine errors that gave us the gift
of our birth. Souls and molecules each
are learning, each are forming realities, each are a part of a divinity in
which each counterpart has a part to play.”
I dwell, in a way, in a realm
that is more direct than yours.
That is one image. I allow myself
greater acknowledgement of my being. I
speak with the wisdom, for example, that your cells would utter if they had
speech.
I am more aware of my reality
than you are of yours, but the terms of being are the same in every place and
every time. They bring forth the greater
comprehension of each self, of itself.
Ruburt experiences now what he calls a massive quality, a physical and
psychic expansion of consciousness in which the dear familiar world seems small
– yet twice precious. So does it appear
to my consciousness.
The petty wars, even those still
to be fought, are but dim memories, once vital but lost as nightmares in
greater awakenings. So even in this
moment Ruburt faintly feels a nostalgic memory for lives come and gone, as you
might for fond dreams barely recalled.
They represent a present unique
beyond telling, alive in each consciousness, more important than you
recognize. There are no real rules to be
followed that will bring you into such an encounter with the present moment of
reality – only a trust in the nature of your being. And that trust is within you whether
or not you recognize it, for it gives you your present experience; and no
matter how your mind questions, it rides securely in the great creativity of
the soul.
That soul constantly creates the
body, and each individual on the face of the earth at any given time places his
or her trust in that reality. That
feeling of certainty is the same that any plant knows. Any idea, creative insight, or dream, rides
upon the same sure thrust.
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