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Lethe

Do you remember ever being unconscious?

Seems like a stupid question but it gets to the heart of a very common, almost universal misconception. The idea that consciousness can end.

What happens when we wake up? We remember who we are and where we are. What we need to do. The memory of where we just came from begins to fade immediately.

What happens when we fall asleep? We dream. Sometimes as we dream, we realize that we have another life that we had forgotten about. This one.

“Lucid dreaming” is what we call the experience of realizing that we are dreaming during the experience. We become conscious of the fact that we are dreaming while our bodies are sleeping. With practice, it is possible to gain the ability to retain our self-awareness as we pass from waking consciousness into the dream state. Once you are able to do this, you will realize that consciousness remains unbroken at all times.

The memory of it however…


I was once placed under anesthesia whilst undergoing a major surgical procedure. I retain no memory of what I experienced during most of this “unconscious” period but I do remember the last few moments before I “woke up”.

I was deep in conversation with another person (who it was I cannot recall), when I suddenly became aware that the anesthesiologist was trying to wake me up. I remember informing my unknown friend of this and that it was time for me to leave. We bid each other farewell and I distinctly remember knowing that we would meet again.

I then woke up on my gurney to the voices of the doctors and nurses around me. There was no break in my actual consciousness. Just the segue to a different scene with the memory of what came before receding as if it had been merely a dream…


What’s the difference between dream and reality? Is the memory of a dream a real memory? Certainly nothing you remember now is real anymore. All that remains of everything you’ve ever experienced are memories. The vast majority of which are forgotten forever.

Memories are so fragile. They can be false. They can change. They can fade away and be lost forever like the wake of a ship in the night.

Who will you be when your body is gone? When your brain is gone? When all your memories are gone?


I’m not being rhetorical here. Really think about those last questions. If you can slay this particular dragon, you will find yourself ensconced in an unassailable Fortress.

The Death and the Resurrection

I write this in the midst of the long expected “next big infectious pandemic” that seems to have caught humanity by surprise (again).

This COVID-19 is interesting in it’s own right but even more fascinating is the reaction to it that we are witnessing world-wide. What was originally a medical problem has been transformed by the human animal into a social problem; an economic problem; an educational problem; a logistical problem and most far-reaching perhaps, a political problem.

A lot of people are running scared. Or hiding scared at least. The Reaper is in the barnyard and the livestock are losing their shit.

That is the actual problem. The fear.

I remember what it was like to fear death. It didn’t seem like fear most of the time because I believed in a story about Jesus and forgiveness that, for we lucky few Fundamentalist Christians meant that I was going to go to heaven after I died. I also believed that the vast majority of humanity was destined to burn in hell. This did not seem the least bit crazy to me. My beliefs stood as a shield between me and my fear. A shield that I could easily have held in place for a life-time. Right up to that final moment when my snug cocoon of beliefs and illusions was ripped away leaving me suddenly naked to face my fear alone and unprepared.

Like all fears, the fear of death is actually the fear of the unknown.

Can the nature of our demise be known while we are yet alive? Seems counter-intuitive doesn’t it? How can we possibly understand that which seems to be hidden behind an impenetrable veil?


By understanding the nature of who we really are, we can comprehend the mystery of what remains when the body is gone. When the brain is gone; when the memories are gone; when the illusions are gone.

When all that remains is You.

Once you see through this, once you realize that you don’t exist as some separate “thing” that is uniquely “alive”, the fear of death becomes laughable. It becomes something akin to being afraid of the end of a play.

All stories must come to an end. How else could new stories begin?


The day will come when an Enlightened humanity will be able to face death as the joyous adventure it is instead of as the final fate so many of us currently dread.

(Written Easter morning, 2020)

Creation

At the macro-scale, we have a Consciousness that uses it’s own “imagination” to create the universe. Presumably because the existence of consciousness brings about a requirement that there be something to be conscious of.

So what can this mean for those of us on the micro-scale? How do we small bits of God create our own small bits of the universe?

The same way. We build out upon the foundation of our existence. We know We Are. We know It Is. Well, what shall we make of this? What shall we think about it? What shall we imagine the world to be? What will be our story?

We are all story-telling our individual lives but we are surrounded by other small bits of God who are story-telling their own lives and some of them are including us in their stories just as we include some of them in our stories.

So who controls our reality? God does of course. (Hint: It’s you.) Therefore you have no free-will. (Hint: Complete free-will.)

Please remember that the Center is paradoxical in nature.

You life is simultaneously under your control and out of your control. In other words, you can sail your ship to the best of your abilities but the ocean around you belongs to God.

“Consensus reality” or the world we all (more or less) agree upon is generally assumed to be outside of us. When we believe that this reality is different from what the majority of the others believe, we become delusional in their eyes. So to believe that we have any extraordinary control (magic and prayer) makes us crazy in the eyes of academically approved science.

But what if the nature of reality is not an outside world that is separate from us but rather an inside world that is a part of us? A Dream we are free to dream in any way we wish? We just mustn’t be disappointed that others will prefer different dreams that may not coincide with ours. Miracles can not happen in the lives of those who do not believe in miracles.

Belief is the catalyst that allows our imagination to shape the “none-self” part of us. On three different occasions Jesus of Nazareth is recorded to have told people who had just been miraculously healed that, “Your faith has healed you.” In other words, Jesus didn’t heal them.

The relationship between the words “faith” and “belief” can be difficult to grasp. This is especially true when translating into English from the Greek version of the original memory of an Aramaic quote.

See if you can rise above the level of labels and words to experience what these words mean to satisfy yourself that they actually mean the same thing. The will and the confidence that a thing is.

“Your belief has healed you.” is no different than “Your belief has made you rich.” or “Your belief has brought you happiness”.

What and how much you believe in a thing is the key to all power. You can have it blend into consensus reality or depart from it quite radically. It is your belief to have and your belief to change. Tell yourself that you love everyone and everything. Tell yourself that you truly care about the world and can see beauty and truth everywhere you look. Your faith has saved you.

Conversely, start telling yourself what a loser you are and watch yourself become one. Tell yourself you don’t deserve to live enough times and you eventually won’t. Tell yourself that your body is becoming ill. Tell yourself that it’s just getting worse. Tell your self that you are dying. Your faith has destroyed you.

Your world and your reality are exactly as you wish (or fear) them to be. Your control is perfect and masterful. It is your attention and belief that brings it about. It is your imagination that shapes it.

(Believe it or not.)

Strange Highness

Being addicted to something that brings pleasure can cause a lot of pain.

The metaphorical creation of a thing must bring into existence it’s opposite. All things (except the One) are poles of another thing and so exist in pairs. For example, there can be no heat without the existence of cold.

Here we can begin to understand the phenomenon we call addiction. At it’s core it is the overemphasis of a pleasure that leads to the inevitable pain it creates in the life of the addict.

We can observe this same principle in reverse with the practice of self-denial or even masochism. People will hurt themselves in order to enjoy pride or the self-satisfaction derived by punishing the “self” which they have defined as being the enemy.

The reason an addiction can be so difficult to break is because the addict does not want to quit. The pleasure (for the moment) outweighs the pain whether it takes the form of physical illness, relational problems or something else. The turnaround point is only reached when the pain eclipses the enjoyment.

Either way, the predicament arises because the perpetrator/victim is allowing outside circumstance to dictate their behavior. When the ruler abdicates the throne, chaos reigns.

Foundation

Who are we?

Why are we in the world and even more puzzling, why are we aware of this fact? Science calls this the “Hard Problem of Consciousness”.

We exist. This may seem like the one thing we can always know for certain. René Descartes famously declared, “I think, therefore I am.” An understanding of who we are and why we are here can be developed by starting with this one indisputable fact. If you think that you may not exist, just ask yourself who is asking.

Now the scientific method is an extremely useful tool for observing and learning about the world around us. It is a way of achieving understanding by building upon that which is already proven to be true. Pieces of knowledge are stacked one upon the other to create the entire amazing edifice of our modern concept of the universe.

But there remains this seemingly intractable mystery right at the center of the whole thing. It frustrates science like an intricate puzzle whose key piece is missing. The central piece that would hold all the other pieces together.

How did this happen? Where is the missing piece?

The more spiritually minded person might suggest that what science has missed is God.

Science has no opinion about this and rightly so by it’s own standards. The existence of God cannot by proven either way and so must be left to the fields of religion and philosophy. Because of this, the entire house of our scientific understanding is built upon a foundation that goes like this, “Assuming there is no God, how did all this happen?”

Assumptions can make for shaky foundations.

Let’s build with something more solid, shall we? What do we know for certain about our situation? The one solid piece of knowledge that we discussed above.

We Are.

Let’s just start with this. Simple awareness. Nothing else. The only undeniable thing. The only thing we know to be true right out of the box. This is where philosophy starts. Immediately however, we encounter a rather difficult problem.

What is the next step? The next factual brick we can lay down based on the one thing we know to be true?

Awareness has to be aware of something. Being I AM makes no sense without there being an IT IS, in other words.

Now we have two facts that we know to be true. There is us and there is stuff that is not us.

Here’s the difficult problem. How can a unity also be a multiplicity (a duality in this case)? What is at the center of this paradox and how can it be resolved?

It can’t. At the very heart of ourselves is a paradox. The very nature of which makes it immune to logic. This is the third truth that we can extrapolate from the fact that we Are.

  1. We just are.
  2. It just is.
  3. It is a mystery.

So we have at the center of ourselves, a paradox. A paradox that is aware. It is aware of itself only because it is simultaneously aware of it’s not-self . Attempting to use words to describe this is impossible, of course.

We can best experience who we really are through the process of identifying what we are not. Are we our bodies? No. Because they are our bodies. We have them but we are not them. The same could be said of any proposed conceptual soul or spirit. Anything that is ours cannot be us.

Seems like a strange situation, doesn’t it? All these individual “I’s” walking around in a matrix of things that they are not? Can we ever understand this better than that?

There are theories galore. Some say we are souls created by various gods. Other guess we are advanced apes in which consciousness is an illusion generated by the complexity of our own brains. The idea that we may be computer simulations is popular as I write this.

The hard problem. Why doesn’t the whole universe just tick over blindly in the dark?

So what if we consider that there may be a God. Certainly most people would say either there is one or at least that it would be nice if one existed.

Let’s try to imagine what some penultimate Being might be like. It would have to be conscious. An unconscious God would be somewhat useless. Using the example of what we know about our own consciousness, we would know that at it’s center, this God would be of a paradoxical nature.

If this God were aware of Itself, what would that be like? How would It’s awareness conceive of it’s not-self? Would it first begin as a metaphorical haze? This is tough to imagine because we still don’t understand what time is. What if this metaphorical haze was the same thing that cosmologists now call “cosmic dust” and what if the Awareness of this Being was what we now think of as empty space?

Perhaps consciousness is the background field of the universe. If this were the case, wouldn’t that explain some of the things we observe about ourselves and the world around us? Perhaps each object in the universe is being continuously created and manipulated by this One Consciousness in a manner resembling what we ourselves experience as our imagination. This would also mean that everything contains this same Consciousness expressed through the filter of each individual thing.

This would mean that we are all God in reality although we are still our human selves at the same time.

I lay this out as a theory in order to make it more palatable for the perhaps skeptical reader. I do, in fact know the scenario described above to be true. How is that possible?

I’m God. Remember?

(And so are you.)

Three Ears

“As a scientist, I can tell you that love is just a trick of evolution to make us procreate, care for our progeny and avoid unnecessary violence. It’s nothing special. Recognizing and accepting this basic truth makes me a clear thinker. I understand reality better than you do because I approach it with simple logic. You are a foolish dreamer seduced by perception filtered through chemical reactions in a complex biological system. I know the truth of this matter better than you do.”

“As a holy-man, I can tell you that love is the very spirit of of God. It is the center of existence. The ineffable pinnacle of consciousness and the ultimate reason for all there is. To try to couch this intoxicating experience in a frame of logic simply proves that you have no experience with spiritual reality. You miss the whole point by even trying to understand it. You are a soulless robot seduced by a desire to explain the unexplainable. I know the truth of this matter better than you do.”

As a magician, I can tell you whatever you will accept to be true. What do you wish love to be? The imaginary gentlemen whose opinions were written above have created very different worlds in which to live. Who is right? Or should we ask, “Who is more right”? There is only a disagreement here because we are asking the wrong question. Or perhaps asking the right question wrongly. It is entirely up to us what love is. We are the Gods of our own Creations. You know the truth of this matter better than I do.


The title of this post is also a play on words in honor of today being the third birthday of this Hearts of Paradox ‘blog. Woo-hoo!

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