This is 3rd of the 5 things I feel IG wanted me to work through. Given the experience at the end of the previous archmed, I think I probably need to do a round of these 5, perhaps every month or two, since there seems to be a lot more energy in any one of these than I’m really capable of fully dealing with or absorbing (or meeting).
There are ‘understandings’ which when I finally hold them, will be powerful and helpful to me. I want to work on whatever energy(s) will best contribute to bringing about those which IG feels are most important.
A path led the way forward. Far forward and way down to the right were dark mountains set down deep, with fog all the way to the top of them and higher, drifting onto the level where I walked. A bank of fog totally hid the path and I stopped. Don’t walk into or reach for what you cannot see or feel. Thank you for that lesson, (former) IG3. I created a laser-helmet that would allow me to see clearly through the fog and began walking through it. I saw strange fog-creature-shadows, as if many energies floated amorphously through it, combining and then releasing. I heard in my head:
Men of steel
Men of power
We’re losing control by the hour
(song clip from Phil Collins’ Land of Illusion)
I got mentally distracted. I was thinking of the song clip, which reminded me of how in movies, the Transformers car plays radio song clips to talk to the guy. That made me think of sentient machines, which made me think about Vitamin K (the drug, not the hormonal precursor) and John Lilly and all that about the Solid State entities. I wondered if on some level there was anything to that idea of inanimate machines having sentience. I decided that would bother me more than any archetype or entity in my head.
I looked at my speakers, near me on my desk, and suspected they had little or no metal in them; would it work the same for plastic, I wondered. I know metal has an awareness, as I encountered that once; does plastic? Would it be inherently opposed to us I wonder, since it’s so bad for our health.
I thought about the idea of them (the speakers) being an ‘entity’. Sure, it’s me that says remote viewing made me an accidental animist, and that mass is composed of energy which is a physically embodied form of consciousness, and hence there is some degree of ‘consciousness’, in a pure state (not aware, or self aware, or autonomous) in everything down to a gum wrapper or even a free radical molecule. And, that identity is an arbitrary collection of consciousness assigned a title, which can span ideas and events and other ‘non-physical’ (from our perspective) things. So sure, my speakers are an identity.
And there is their archetype (of all-speakers) or my archetype of them (my relationship with the energy of all-speakers and these-in-particular), and I could interact with that, and no matter that my speakers appear to be a separate solid object in my outer reality, there would be some affect from my internal work. Since their nature limits their ‘change’ options, effects might be mostly limited to visual, function, or presence. But they are as interactive in their own way as anything else, since the point of flex, of my reality definition, is inside me.
Yet still, I felt terrific resistance to the idea of them or anything else in my room of having any degree of sentience. I could feel that inside me, if I were to discover this, I would feel much fear. A little like I had with that dude from the previous med. Except probably not so much. I think he could totally kick my ass. I mean like I am kind of little next to him and not just visually.
It occurred to me that I consider animals sentient. Some moreso than others. Wolves more than bunnies. I also believe that we “share” sentience with animals by interaction and that companion animals obtain a degree of sentience beyond the norm for that creature as a result. And I consider both insects and plants to be ‘a part of’ what you might call a spirit in multiple/group form, and so I talk to plants and bugs individually although I am addressing a larger consciousness they are a part of, when doing so. Where does it end?
I remembered some old acquaintances of mine talking about crystals and gems as if they were alive and had some degree of sentience. They ‘grow’. Doesn’t that make something alive? Not by modern science definitions, but metaphysically perhaps it should. (I might add that in The Secret Life of Plants book, the section on Bose made him one of my favorite scientists EVER. One thing he did was measure ‘response’ in plants… AND in metals.)
We (folks from long ago) watched a video that was a close up inside various crystals and gems. There was the most bizarre sense while watching this. I felt like… like there was life ‘in the shadow’ of them, much like there had been in the fog at the beginning of the meditation; as if it were in another dimension of it though, than the one we see, and all we ‘see’ in this one is the half-shadow, the vague impression-of something, that tells us our mind is playing tricks on us, our brain is just trying to find patterns, and we dismiss it, but it felt like something there but ‘a few levels removed’. I had got such eye strain from watching the video (years ago) I passed out in the middle of it.
I considered the things around my room. There isn’t much, it’s a very small, like 10×11, room. A wooden stand-alone bookshelf-headboard. Two wooden side tables, one with a frilly lampshade over it, one a chinese altar. A wooden slant-desk, a wooden padded bench. A shoji lamp (currently dark) in the corner. A printer with a plastic paper case under it, up on the wall on one of those TV swing-arms. A small speaker-set on my desk. A 3′ thin air cooler (though I have climate control), a plastic trashcan, a ceramic vase with asian-inspired design, filled with votive candles. Is there anything in here I am willing to consider sentient? No. Is there anything in here that would not make me freak out if I were to discover that it was sentient? No.
But how could any form like those speakers be sentient anyway, I wondered. Surely it’s impossible. And all those channeled entities that talk about the ‘creation of souls’ like Urantia, well that’s just impossible if everything has some degree of that. Or… maybe soul is what shifts something from merely ‘being awareness’ into ‘having’ awareness. You might say it shifts it from the 1, the IS-ness, to the 2, the duality. Like in Genesis where it says the word was WITH God and the word WAS God (my capitals); that’s two different things. The “with” implies duality, a separation.
Then I wondered about it all again, in a different way. Sound is multi-dimensional. It is the geometry that underlies form, in a metaphysical ‘direct perception’. We completely lack the ability to model this outside us.
But if sound is multi-dimensional, and look how 1D it is here, then why not other things? What is to keep a quartz crystal, or a set of stereo speakers, from being just as multi-dimensional if not more, than ‘sound’? I think even in a left-brain, label-and-measure-it sense, you still end up with sound being geometry. If mass is a collection of vibrating energy, which is essentially sound [although the human body might not perceive it as such except in a real small bandwidth], then you could fairly say that all form, our whole reality, is composed of sound. “The word,” as the cabalists seem to refer to it. So, if everything is innately composed of sound, then any object is already multi-dimensions of sound just in this frame of reference. So just like 1-D sound, it would have ‘further dimensions’ for every dimension it manifests here.
What I’m getting to is that it is, in this philosophy, impossible for any given thing NOT to be a great deal ‘more’ than the form that our eyes and fingers perceive.
When I saw the overly tall people creating the sphinx at a dream-level once, I didn’t understand how spirit could be found in something made of stone. And the Four asked me, if it can be in a being of bone, why not in one of stone? And I felt that bone and stone were a lot alike at that moment, and that my assumptions about what spirit could be part of were incredibly limited.
I love stone of all kinds (too many planets in Virgo I suppose) and old stone gives me the weirdest feeling, as if I can ‘feel’ the history within it, as if it absorbs consciousness in some way, as if its inherent degree of awareness grows with human exposure just like happens with animals, but a little differently. When I have encountered ruins (not many in my life), I just love them, and I have this “tip of the tongue” experience — I feel as if… like if I could just connect properly or fully, that stone would tell me its story. Could narrate history. Would in fact BE the “historical record” of our world if we just knew how to tune into it properly. It’s like I can consciously feel this when I am around stone. But I just… can’t… get there from here. Can’t make the connection to whatever is inside me which holds this ability. I just don’t know how. Yet.
(That reminds me of Nestor, the hands-IN healer, and my overwhelming sense as he worked with me, that I had this innate hands-in ability he did, I could feel it, and that if I were just in his physical presence–like within several feet of him–for a few days, that it would work its way through me and ‘connect’ me to myself in a way that would make that ability possible for me.)
I feel as if there is some part of me trying to convey that reality is a SPECTRUM of consciousness and identity. That if I had this right in my brain, I would not think of me as alive, and animals as alive but less, and plants and bugs as alive but even-less, and everything else as inanimate. That I would just think of it like a spectrum, where we are ALL of the same nature — me, the cat, the tree, the moth, the crystal, the gold, the stone, the wooden furniture, the plastic speakers, the cotton curtains — but merely on a spectrum of… maybe degrees of awareness? Degrees of quantity of energy? Or something else I can’t place.
But the point being that everything in reality is really ONE thing, manifest in a spectrum, not different kinds of things. My relationship with my desk is important just like my relationship with my daughter is. They are both relationships. That I don’t see it this way is because I inherently invalidate the energy of the desk as if so fundamentally undeserving that it’s beneath notice, despite that in a physics sense, just its proximity makes clear we relate, we trade atoms, etc. Geez you know one of my Aeons talked to me about this once — Ray, I think, I blogged it and have reread it a couple times so I wouldn’t remember otherwise.
Is this important to understand, I wonder? If not, why does it keep coming back and beating on my stubborn little brain, like it matters? Am I really going to be changed by some increased ability to comprehend my reality as a spectrum of consciousness instead of life versus objects?
Then I realized that all this happened as I mentally wandered, and I was completely off the meditation. Talk about distracted!!
Or was that actually on point, I wonder.
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So I went back to the path into the foggy canyon. And fell asleep.
Later I had several other ‘realizations’ over the next couple of days. Unfortunately I did not have time to blog them, due to when they arrived. And then I put off this post because I was hoping the memory of them would come back to me. But I don’t think it’s coming back.
So I’m going to just post this and move on to the next item on IG’s list, soon as I can.
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