A movement occurred. In nothing. The nothing that some would come to call the mind of God. What science would call a singularity, an un-manifest universe – without time or space.
Before, it was a mind in meditation. Empty. Still. A unity. Pure consciousness, bliss, being. One without a second. No thing.
For no reason, in the deep, deep, stillness, consciousness became aware of itself - reflected in a soundless emptiness - became aware of itself as object - and in so doing a distinction was made between Self and not-Self. Where there was no-thing, was now some-thing.
The distinction between subject and object was bound by a relationship. From one, three had emerged: self, object and relationship.
The distinction creates a boundary: inside is me and outside is you. As we attend to the inside, internal objects (thoughts) are discovered. As we attend to the outside, other objects, things, are manifest. Our experience of these objects determines our relationship to them. Repulsed or attracted.
The boundary has it's own characteristics – subtle, sensual, felt. This boundary, when viewed from the inside, seems different than when viewed from the outside. The experience of the various objects seems different depending upon our point of viewing. Distinct perspectives emerge.
As the one Self reflected on these phenomena, a spectral universe came into being.
Consciousness became fascinated by the products of it's own creation – exploring a multitude of self-organising fractal facets. Each playful moment of attention generated a new distinction - between this and that, between a multitude of worlds, of colours, of oceans, of beings. An infinity of imagined objects. Consciousness re-enters each object and discovers self-similarity at each level. As above, so below.
Becoming like a cosmic game, more and more things appeared as symmetry was broken. The cosmic Self played with itself as the light of consciousness illumined the darkness. Life cascaded across an expanding universe. All connected in the unity of the original creation. But as our complex world emerged, the elements became further and further apart, like distant leaves on opposite sides of an enormous tree.
After a while, busy with their own aspect of the whole, the leaves stopped recognising each other. They had gone their separate way for so long that they no longer remembered. Dismembered, they forgot their unity, their connection. Mankind treated animals as if they were objects with no feelings. Different kinds of men treated each other like animals. And they treated the earth as if they hated it. The descent from grace was complete.
But, despite it all, consciousness, the singularity within which our universe has exploded into being, has not gone away.
From a small movement, through a simple process of distinction, a complex spectrum of being has emerged. A fractal entity of infinite potential. We may not know it, but that is how we got here: living in a world of self and non-self, me and you, one and another. A world of illusion, which we call reality - powered by consciousness.
Our universe speaks with one voice as it breathes in and out. A deep breath in – retained for a moment – and then a long slow breath out. In and out. Inhale and exhale. Inspire and expire. We do it all the time without realising it's deep significance.
Each out-breath is a creative act, an echo of how we came to be. Visions arising from our imagination, are given meaning and order, energised into motion, elucidated into matter, time and space – and are born. A top-down process.
We are inspired by our own creativity and breathe in. In so doing we discover and learn from our experience. We feel and perceive the physical world, recognise patterns and organise them into concepts and meanings as new images appear. A bottom-up process.
Life is magnified by this cycle, manifest at every level. From micro-cellular respiration through to galactic birth and death. We are still connected. Still One. … still ...
Posted by Nicholas Moore 5:50:22 AM