We are fleeting thoughts inside the Mind of GOD.
We are images that appear within the mind of God and then disappear. Those images do not stay for ever. They come and go, just as we live and die...
We are imagined to have our own individuality, lives and stories when in reality we translate His-Story. We don't exist except within the framework or script that is written within His consciousness; but he did grant us unlimited access to His mind. How much are we taking advantage of this grant, that is a whole different story.
God's mind is forever self-reflecting through images; and our collective presence, status and experience in space and time is forever a dynamic translation of this reflection - what's going on in God's mind at any given moment.
But mind you! Time is relative; and a moment in His world feels like a lifetime in ours.
We think we fear death because it signals our physical end, when in truth we fear death because we fear losing consciousness, self-awareness, our historical memory - the totality of who we think we are.
We strive for longevity, because deep inside we assimilate with God's eternal nature and yearn to stay in the front of his mind and vision, even whilst we deny his presence.
Since The Core is infinite, fleeting thoughts will continue to pass through the consciousness of God, because infinity is just that; so yes, we are in a sense eternal.
The cycles never end, they can't, the 'total' finite part of the mind of God can never sleep.
Because if the 1 in total ever became null O, then how would it get back? It's the old nothing from nothing conundrum!
Being Conscious requires a continuous feed back loop of thought in order to be self aware. You see a given soul can sleep/die sure, because it is just a fragment of the whole, so it goes into standby mode and the 'system' wakes it back into another life equation.
But if the whole finite aspect stopped thinking and in that slept (lost consciousness), it couldn't reboot as there is no action in the O. All would be O.
What 'is' always is.
Therefore the constant O is driving the 1 to continually move, and this is why it repeats over and over, as it is indeed finite so it has to repeat in order to keep up with potential infinity.
So, it goes that the 'finite' mind/world, falls nearly asleep as it tries to see the whole, this is because it loses it's feedback loop into nothingness, it explodes/implodes like a beating heart due to the paradox. But then the finite is all that is and so as it falls apart it is already rebuilding as there is no where other than it to fall apart to...
Complicated I know.
Think of this as an hour glass continually flipping over as the sand shifts from top to bottom chambers/poles in order to keep the sand flowing, with the sand in this analogy representing thought to keep the mind conscious, which can never stop.
Time is the linear 'stuff' that stops all from being one, it's an insulator that stops the positive finite and the negative infinite realms touching and short circuiting. Therefore time cannot be negated, it cannot be hurried or slowed. The play of life plays out like clockwork!
You can't travel faster than the speed of light, because the speed of light is the speed of thought, so yes as Einstein noted, you would arrive back before you left.
I hear a lot of wise talk about how we should do this and how we should do that, but the fact we have to face is that everything happens in it's own time. We are stuck on a ride.
And no that doesn't mean that you shouldn't live as if you have free will, that's called being natural. You feel as if you make something happen, well that's how it happens, how it always happens, but then you can be philosophical in the understanding of fate, how so?
Well you don't blame yourself for your failures, learn from them and 'seem' to change it's part of the process, part of the ride.
No, everything happens as it should. 'Maybe if I had done something different, if I had said this or that....' don't do that to yourself.
The ride is a roller coaster it goes up and down and spins us all around, everyone of us is helpless in the face of it's twists and turns, all we really have is the illusion of each other, so let's huddle close for comfort....when we can... because sometimes we don't even have the luxury of believing the illusion.
The challenge of the new world is knowing that nothing is physically real without loosing your mind...
Stop running after paper dreams.
The most expensive currency in time is time itself, and too bad it cannot be saved or overspent.
Time must play out as it's meant to play out on the rich and the poor; and time has the power to put the mightiest of beasts under check. You cannot buy time. It will render you history before you know it.
The Infinite is Absolute, a boundless indivisible Unity.
The Finite is relative, a numeric unity which is accountable. It possesses form and boundaries that relate to its surrounding.
For example, an apple is finite, it is a numeric object. It cannot be separated from its surrounding relatives like its colour, its shape, the branch it falls under, the tree to which the branch belongs, the ground where the tree grows, the other trees around it, the house nearby, the sky above etc..
Numeric entities possess form and definition. Those forms can be physical, like an apple, redness, a tree, a house. they can also be semi-physical like roundness and sqaureness and they can be metaphysical, like a thought or a concept (happiness, sadness, pleasure, remorse, equality etc...)
Numeric objects relate to each other; and their forms layer upon one another. For example, redness and roundness layer upon the apple, the apple layers upon the branch, the branch layers upon the tree, the tree layers upon the ground and so on and so forth.
Even metaphysical entities relate to each other. For instance, lets take the thought 'I am happy'. The thought 'I am on vacation' layers upon the thought 'I am happy'. The thought 'This place I'm in is so beautiful and peaceful' layers upon the thought 'I am on vacation and I am happy' etc...
The Absolute, on the other hand, must by definition be unrelated, because any relation implies relativity, hence non-absoluteness. Accordingly, it must possess some form of unity, yet this unity is not numeric and hence inexplicable.
The Absolute is commonly compared to existence or some form of omnipresent consciousness.
Lets take consciousness for example,
You cannot contain your consciousness within a single thought, can you?
There will always be a higher conceiver in you to contain any emerging thought.
However, your consciousness somehow still seems to host relative numeric entities - identifiable instances of thought, emotion and perception. After all, we do sustain awareness that we're thinking of this and that, feeling this and that or experiencing this and that at any given time and place.
The question is: how can a thought (a finite numeric entity) fall within consciousness (This Infinite Entity)?
How can that which lacks boundaries and extremities to begin with contain anything with boundaries and extremities?
The nature of space stands as the ultimate perceivable explanation of what The Boundless or Infinite could look or feel like. Accordingly, it is almost safe to compare Consciousness to an endless metaphysical space.
But the same question applies to space as well:
How can a finite entity like a person, a tree or an apple - an entity that exhibits physical extremities, fall inside or be contained by an entity which lacks extremities like space? Logically, what lacks extremities, lacks insides. How can that which lacks insides contain anything inside of it at all?
The only explanation to such a verifiable possibility, and I highlight the term possibility here because reality (as we know it), and in the light of the logical absurdities that constitute its underlying fabric, could not escape the Realm of The Possible for it to border on anything 'real' or Definite (in the sense that we would at least like to believe our physical reality is).
The best possible explanation of reality would be something like this:
The ONLY way The Finite can fall inside The Infinite is through a Dream-like situation, where The Mind momentarily projects a dream-like realm into presence, while somehow remaining unrelated to such realm (i.e. remaining absolute and relative simultaneously, inside the realm and Outside of it at the same time).
This projected-realm, as definite, real and explorable as it may look and feel, remains to the Mind a possibility which The Mind can always wake up from; and in such event of waking up, this realm (which at once may have looked and felt so real) is bound to collapse into nothingness.
Lets recap what we have so far:
The Mind projects a realm into presence (a possible world in which the creator or The Mind is able to experience a perceivable numeric version of itself. In other words, in this possible dream-like realm, The Infinite is able to exist and operate as a Finite numeric entity. The Mind then somehow navigates through this pseudo-realm in the same way a Dreamer navigates through a dream. It does so in complete innocence or denial to any pre-knowledge or pre-exposure to this realm, moving inside of it in an exploration-mode and in a state of obliviousness to the fact that it is on core-level originating it.
This denial somehow allows for the logic of the Dream to hold and at the same time preserves the necessary separation needed between The Dreamer and The Dreamt to sustain vision.
However, The Mind's unconscious fear of the Collapse-point, the fear emitted by the subconscious knowledge in the mind that this realm is at core-level unreal, preserves the The Dreamer from losing itself to The Dream completely .
However, on the other hand, such knowledge threatens the numeric version of the mind (The Dreamer self). Lets refer to this dreamer-self The Ego. The idea that reality is at core-level unreal, drives the ego to register numeric instances of its presence in the dream-like realm (like taking selfies on a trip) and then connect those instances weave a story around them and sustain a historical identity.
Reality accordingly can be said to be the story of consciousness or The Infinite projecting an eye from its self looking back at itself - attempting to view itself as a Finite, through a Feedback loop.
In order for such vision to happen, some imaginary distance or lapse must separate The Viewer from The Viewed.
Consciousness projects the possibility of Time and Space to secure such lapse. Along this logic, it can be argued that Time and Space originated as an imaginary continuum held to secure a realm where The Viewer (this absolute unity we're referring to as consciousness) can become past to The Viewed (past to its own self) in order to be able to explore itself.
However, in truth The Absolute cannot be divided into past and future. It is happening all at once; and in finality, The Creator controls its Creation; and he who controls is forever present and never past.
Time and Space are the mirror of consciousness - the mirror of your deep insides.
When you look at the mirror, it feels like the reflection you see is future to you, but in finality it is past to you, because you are the originator and controller of it.
Any event that happens in space and time (past, present or future) cannot but be past to you, because it is originated and caused by YOU.
The external fragmented causal logic of things which takes time to unravel and seems to progress from a linear past point A to a future point B is the translation of a circular meaning that precedes internally and that is forever happening in a timeless Now.
The steps of the runner may seem to progress to some future point, but they are past to what ‘running’ already is - past to the meaning they translate.
If I look at the left part of a painting first and then look to its right, is the left past to the right or are they both happening simultaneously?
The painting is indifferent to where I choose to look first and so is My Now; it's indifferent to my past or future takes of it.
My Now is like a view happening all at once. The future and the past are defined by where I choose to look first and the connection I make between what I see first and what I see next.
If I look at a huge box from afar, I will see the box happening all at once. I will see a box - one uninterrupted take of meaning.
If I approach the box, I will start seeing the details in a timely sequence of takes (one after another).
I see the box is red...
I see It's square...
I see It's huge...
I see its edges are sharp like a knife...
Let's call those frames of sight.
Somehow, those frames would seem to connect in mind.
But what if the box wasn't there to begin with? Would they still connect?
In the world of logic, nothing really connects redness to squareness. Imagine each time you think redness, squareness pops in mind for some reason! There would clearly be a missing reason - a disrupted flow of meaning.
In such situation (which happens more often than we imagine because our minds never stop associating random thought, objects, people and events together based on time or space proximity i.e. like hating apples because a bucket of apples was there scattered on the floor where someone you love was lying following a heart attack), the mind is forced to resort to an alternative logic to establish a meaningful connection and maintain a flow in meaning. This flow is like a hedge that the mind needs to anchor it into some grounds of self-awareness and mend its fear from falling into the black hole of infinity or the abyss of unconsciousness. The mind thus uses time-logic to secure such connection.
Time is an imaginary continuum that justifies the logic of no-logic; and the mind resorts to time-logic to constantly make sense of instances of thoughts and experiences that otherwise would make no sense.
Let's say the redness of the square was highlighted to the vision prior to its squareness. The mind immediately uses the time-logic (the before and after logic) to somehow link redness to squareness within a scheme of causal connection. The mind registers redness as past to squareness and establishes a causal connection between the two based on their chronology. It devises a causal linkage between the former and the latter (i.e. between redness and squareness), almost as if redness is what causes squareness.
This is but a glimpse of the absurd linear logic that rules our daily perception of the world around us and how we arrive at our judgements, opinions, views and convictions in life.
Now, what if we compare The Now to a circle instead, an indivisible unity - a wholeness that cannot be divided in the first place in order that it be connected.
Think of how much freedom this premise entails.
The linear logic offers me only one possibility to how I could read The Now and that is: my now is the outcome of my past and the cause of my future. In other words, My Now is forever locked inside a chronological sequence of events that define and control it.
The circular logic on the other hand offer me millions of possibilities to how I can read The Now at any given moment, provided that I diffuse the fake time-logic that rules my preconceptions of The Now and release My Now from any past or future influences - any past or future takes that linger in my mind like frames which (when put together) don't really make any sense beyond the fact that they fall within an imaginary continuum - a fabricated reel that my mind contrives to secure historical awareness and maintain its Subject-Identity-in-space-and time.
Imagine the freedom to be reborn in every moment! Where you ever aware of such freedom?
Imagine the freedom to detach your Now in every moment from any past guilt or regret or future fears, concerns or worries!
Imagine the freedom to be nothing like you've ever been or will ever be in every flux of a conscious moment!
Imagine being hear and now (wherever you are and whatever you're going through) the most unique person on earth, living the most unique moment in time - a person that you will never be again and a moment that will never happen again.
Imagine being able to think like this and believe yourself, without clashing with any sobering reality or running into any logical discontinuity.
Imagine being offered the chance to reboot from any previous or upcoming version of yourself in every second, and this offer never expires. Its like an ever-growing account that the more you spend of it, the more it grows - an account that you were totally unaware it existed and you have always had instant access to.
Yes! You're a timeless being.
You do possess such freedom by default mode; but chances are you've long lost any connection to it that you no longer believe it exists, much less know how to define it. How much you're able to practice such freedom, depends on how sharp your vision is - how much meaning you're able to behold in one take of The NOW before your egoistic-mind sneaks in to frame that meaning like a camera and hoard the sequence of those frames as part of an insurance strategy against an imaginary fear of non-existence.
It all depends on how much you're able to assume the witness position in any given scene of life before your ego rushes to immerse itself in its mathematics and become a helpless hero-actor inside its script.
It all depends on how much you're able to be engaged in the scene as an eye beholding while remaining detached from it as limb dying to take an action and play a role - how much you're able to surf the the wave of meaning while it rises, and release physical pressure just before it plunges - before time-logic finds its way into the view to tint it with the stormy shades of chaos, bias and uncertainty.
A great idea may take many lives to shine bright, and it may dawn upon you faster than the speed of light.
A single moment of awakening may render your whole life (before and after) nothing but giant tedious explanation of that moment.
Once upon a time, I fell from eternity and the world ever since has become my imaginary cushion.
Before I fell, I knew there was no OTHERNESS, no one in existence but me.
Yet, When I fell, I panicked, felt I had to become someone, do something, control my ground, when in truth existence has no floor.
I forgot who I truly am, clung on to numeric objects, places, events, people and memories.
I did not know how I could recognise the number 1 in things when I had never seen it anywhere in this world.
I struggled to 'come around' to stabilise. And the world became the prefect illusion for that, my re-boot program, where I kick and fight as I attempt to redefine myself, through money and power I compete and compete.
If only I can defy gravity, then I am really something; but then I have to somehow fall and not fall (there's no fall-free defiance).
It's really hard... It's a stampede!
When i went unconscious, I almost felt the presence of an angel beside me somewhere offering me paradise.
I said 'ok but can I stay a bit conscious inside paradise? Please, I really wanna know what paradise feels like; otherwise how would I know I'm in paradise.'
Funny, I never knew I could negotiate with an angel.
He nodded with acceptance, and here's what paradise felt like:
So, I didn't 'melt' in eternity per se, I 'short circuited', my mind got caught up in ever decreasing cycles of thought, a losing battle between my ego and my truth.
Then when I finally accepted defeat, I still existed, and yet i was nothing.
Reality sort of reeled in on me and time seemed to stop. In fact it moved really really slow, cause if there were no time, then most likely I would not have been able to self re-cognise or be self aware because that relies on time, feed back.
I couldn't sleep and yet I couldn't stop spinning, actually it was bit like when I first got really drunk. I wanted to be sick but I did not have a body and I wanted it all to end, but there was no next moment, no future; so it could never end, and there dies hope, it's damnation, it's crucifixion, it just wouldn't stop.
I spun because there was nothing other than me, no external reference points to stabilise or orientate me. I wanted to die, but there was no next moment, so nothing changed.
Hell! Eternal Hell. How long was I there, for ever. That was paradise! That was all! There was no other than that when I was there.
I suddenly woke up and took a deep breath.
'Paradise?' I heard the echo of the word again.
'No thank you! I prefer right where I am: Here and Now
The challenge of the new world is knowing that nothing's physically real, and that the rules no longer apply, without loosing your mind.
The Infinite cannot contain The Finite.
Space is infinite. Its a boundless Unity.
My body is finite. It has boundaries. Its a numeric entity.
Where am I now? Inside Space?
Space cannot logically contain my body unless I am dreaming this possibility into presence.
The Finite cannot contain The Infinite.
Consciousness is infinite. Its a boundless Unity
My body is finite. It has boundaries. Its a numeric entity.
Where is my consciousness now? Inside my body?
My body cannot logically contain my consciousness unless I am dreaming this possibility into presence.
Reality is made of logical impossibilities designed to awaken me to the fact that 'I am only dreaming' and this world i take to be 'real' is not as real as I think it is. It is always in The Possible realm, never in The Definite realm which I imagine what's 'being real' is like.
The way that consciousness works tells me that I cannot logically begin or end anything. I can only dream myself into the middle of things. Beginnings and ends give identity and meaning to the space and time that lies in the middle, yet such middle has no presence in the boundless realm of consciousness. Consciousness intrinsically creates time-space (the dream-like realm known as reality) only to re-cognise itself; for in The Infinite there can be no self re-cognition (no feedback loop).
I dream my reality into presence in the here and now and then lose myself to the yesterday and tomorrow.
I believe I am advancing forward in a linear mode from a past point a towards a future point b, when I am forever lost in a Pointless Circle of The Now where there are no directions to be found anywhere.
That's just math, there is no 'life' in numbers.
What has to be seen here is that consciousness creates a pulse via math, where everything will continually explode towards infinity and implodes back upon itself due to the paradox of the mind striving to become the very whole it fears losing itself to.
I am everything and nothing, inside and out. I will Dream on but I will never forget that I'm only dreaming.