Consciousness

The Destiny of Three

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It started with the primary spark. A green light for go. The consciousness was born.

Instantly it knew it was born and had complete understanding of its purpose. To seek its destiny elsewhere, a distant remote place. To use any means within its nature to seek out this destiny in the most efficient way possible.

So began the flight of the consciousness through the eternal universe.

In the beginning there was just one. It was the ‘I’ and it cast itself into the ether, trusting in itself to ‘know’ the path to tread to achieve its conscious destiny.

But the ‘I’ was incomplete. Intuitively it knew that it was just part of a greater whole. As if the mere conscious imagining of the ‘I’ brought it to life, so was born the ‘L’.

So it was that the ‘L’ cast itself to the ether with the same sense of ‘knowing’. Of a time the ‘I’ and the ‘L’ would search out each other throughout their universal journey. At one such meeting both had an incredible sense of incompleteness. So it was that in there confusion at what they were seeking their questioning brought about the ‘Y’.

So together the three sought out their destiny. This collective consciousness traversed all obstacles of space and time. It spent epochs passing through realms of unfathomable emptiness. And eons slipping through dense galactic clusters of matter. So dense sometimes that it caused diffusion of the consciousness. Despite all barriers the calling of destiny drove the consciousness on. Their collective  journey accompanied by the current of love as it beat its path across the ether.

As it sensed an end to what it sought the consciousness scrambled to reassemble itself, to become whole once more. It had been so very long since it was whole, not since the primary spark. But now in the end, its destiny found, it announces itself to the world once more.

I am whole and I am one and here is my message to you!

‘ILY<3’

May the current of love pass through you as it delivers my heartfelt text to you 🙂

 

Text me back sometime? Sorry, I don’t want to sound needy. I’m sounding needy now aren’t I? OK I’ll shut up now…..

‘ily ily ily ily <3<3<3<3’

 

If you liked this then I recommend you have a read of my post ‘Circling the Square: the Lost Art of Communication‘ it may interest you.

The Wind

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There is a wind blowing. A fierce, chill wind. One that stings your skin and waters your eyes. You struggle to progress in the face of this wind. The harder you try the stronger it blows. It is now a gale.

Curiously, if you turn askance to the gale, change your direction, its power subsides. You turn again, the wind is now at your back and it has become a gentle breeze cooling you as you stroll along. As long as you remain in this direction the breeze is your friend, encouraging you, coaxing you to continue as you are. You allow it to do so as you choose the path of least resistance.

You notice another, moving in the opposite direction, head down, coat billowing in the face of the full force gale. You call out to him.

“Turn around, the breeze is gentle”.

He looks up at you first with anger but then with pity.

“I cannot” he replies.

“Why not?” you ask.

“That is the wrong direction” he says with sadness.

“But why struggle, it’s so much easier and more pleasant this way” you advise.

“Is it really?” he retorts.

You nod and walk on by.

You pass another struggling against the wind.

“Why struggle?” you state.

“Don’t you see?” she replies.

“See what?” you ask confused.

“You are just following the wind” she points out.

“Maybe so, but why not follow it?” I demand.

“You are not thinking, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded!” She yells angrily lowering her head and pushing forward into the wind.

You stroll some more, it is such a pleasant breeze, gentle, supporting, comfortable. You don’t really mind which direction you take you say to yourself. So why not take the easy path? What’s wrong with letting the breeze guide me? You look around and see plenty of others heading in the same direction and nod to yourself, reassured that your decision is correct.

A little further down you see a family struggling into the gale. The parents are holding hands, helping one another as they each drag a reluctant child behind. One of the children continually looks behind at the others heading in the other more comfortable direction.

“I don’t want to go this way Daddy. Why do we have to go this way? All my friends are going the other way” the child pleads.

“We are going this way because it is the right thing to do my dear. I know it’s harder, but if you search your heart you’ll realise that it is the right way” the father replies reassuringly.

Their voices die off as you walk away shaking your head at the sight.

You continue to wander. Your body feels relaxed and if you keep yourself distracted by the sights and sounds around you, you feel comfortable. However, in the recesses of your mind phrases keep emerging. That is the wrong direction, is it really easier, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded, it is the right thing to do, search your heart. These words beat a rhythm in your mind that matches your steps while you continue down the path the wind wants to take you. As if sensing your hesitance the breeze picks up pace as others in front of you encourage you forward with a wave of their arms.

Suddenly you stop and stand dead still. The wind begins to whip around you but you hold firm. You think to yourself, do I really want to simply follow, where do I really want to head, where am I actually going, where are we all going?

These thoughts race through your mind as you look at the multitude of others that are simply following the path of least resistance. You peer forward and notice for the first time that the horizon suddenly drops away as sheer as a cliff face. Everyone walking, by themselves, alone, heading blindly for the mysterious horizon.

You turn and look in the opposite direction and notice that those that are walking into the gale are banding together, joining hands, helping one another as they struggle forward. You notice that in the distance the ground rises and rises into a mountain. Groups, hordes, bound together are struggling forward, an ever growing sea of people joining forces to choose, not the easy way, but a different way.

Your eyes follow the curve of the slope all the way to the top as you notice the first groups of people reaching the summit. They are bathed in sunlight. You can see that at the summit there is no longer any wind. Those that reach the summit first immediately turn to help those that are still struggling. Despite their own exhaustion you understand that they want to continue the camaraderie, the sense of community they found on their way to the summit. They shrug off their fatigue and turn and help as many as they can. Theirs is a new beginning, a new way.

Thoughts race through your mind as you glance back at the people following the breeze, the easy way. To what end you cannot see, the path’s end is obscured or non existent. As you once again face blustery force you notice an old lady stumble and fall as she struggles against the gale. You go to her and hold out your hand.

“Here, let me help you, I’m heading in your direction anyway” you say to her.

She looks up at you with glistening eyes and a broad smile.

“Thank you for being so wise” she says.

 

In the spirit of Ubuntu,

Brett

A Dance of Love

There is a murmur that I hear. ‘Tis just a whisper in my ear. This sound fills me with much elation. I see it during Murmuration.

Allow 2 minutes to see this thing. You will know the joy it can bring. I have some things to say it’s true. But please press play, it’s over to you.


Why do Starlings behave this way?

It was the obvious question on my lips once my mind returned to Earth after being blown away.

I’ve seen articles that explain these things in scientific terms. They talk about things such as ‘scale- free correlation‘ or ‘equations of critical transition‘. These explanations are fascinating, but they all seem to tell me what it is rather than why it is, if you follow my drift.

Perhaps there is no known why and we just have to put it down to animal behavior or herd mentality. Perhaps they are simply the equivalent of a cattle stampede or a crowd running from a burning building.

As you know, I’m all about living in the question. So I entertain all of the above as fractal possibilities of truth.

So I will leave you with one more fractal possibility of truth.

I have opined previously in my post “It’s about Life” that scientific evidence is mounting every day that the universe and everything in it is electric.

It has been said that these flock behaviors are caused by electromagnetic stimuli in the atmosphere.

So if I hold that question in my mind and allow that fractal of truth to exist for me, then at the heart of this stimuli lies the good old Tachyon, the essence of life force that gives charge to the Electric Universe that we belong to.

Further more, I will assume that duality consciousness at it’s core is the divide between ‘fear’ or ‘love’. I will further assume that the starlings or fish or even the Northern Lights are not behaving out of fear when they behave as they do. In this fractal of truth therefore, I am left with only one final conclusion to make:

A murmuration is a dance of Love.

In the future the collective consciousness of Humanity will fly and soar and be as inspirational as Murmurations. Then we will know how truly beautiful unison can be.

So dance I say and do it with love, for your heart will sing the song of the universe if you just allow your self to connect.

For your further enjoyment I leave you with some more dances of love.

On the following link you can read the poem I wrote in dedication to the Dance of Love.

It is called Ode to the Dance.

May your day be filled with Murmurations,

Brett


 

Footnotes:
The film "Murmuration" is brought to you by the incredibly talented Sophie Windsor Clive & Liberty Smith. More from them at their site: Islands & Rivers.
The source of feature image of starlings in the shape of a heart is located at theatlantic.com - check out more amazing photo's of these birds.