I share my thoughts as a fellow journeyman. These are thoughts only and not dogma.
My father is dead. In being dead, he now lives forever. He lives beyond time. He lives beyond perceivable space. He lives beyond all physical yardsticks of measure. Realities that once formed the physical framework of his existence have ceased; none of those realities may now apply to him. My father is merged with the Universe. So is your father, who has concluded his experience in this illusion, whence he was incarnate as form; whence he was bound in illusion. Form is illusion. The formed illusion which we hold on to, so fervently and with such passion, is but illusion. It is transitory. It has a beginning and an end. The internal, real universe that is veiled from us is unending, and infinite; it is real. The formed, physical mind and reposes within a brain looks upon this reality as an illusion till the vile weight of everything falls upon the physical mind; drives it out; redeems it in one instance, and renders immortal forever.
As I bless my father and in turn seek his blessings, this I know that your father walks with you closer than he ever could while incarnate here, in this physical existence, within our definition of life. Our definitions are fashioned out of our mind; it is painfully constructed out of our experiences here. Yet, in the greater universe in which our fathers do now reside, there are no definitions. There is no life has we define physical life. There is no death as we fear physical death. For in the greater, unformed Universe, life and death are mere, irrelevant definitions; a veiled memory of a process long conquered and overcome; but preserved as a valuable experience, a dream within a dream; a life that was not life, but a transitory experience bound in a sensation of time, space and material. Matter and time are manifested aspects of the unending, infinite and eternal universe that reposes beyond good, and evil; far beyond the reach of physical thought, word or deed. Your father and mine now repose in perfect balance and perfectly as universal beings; they live within us and besides us at all moments; but we know it not, for we are entrapped by our minds. To our minds, only that which may be perceived by the senses of touch, sight, smell and emotional perception are considered real with the rest unreal and illogical. Once freed from mental limitations by the process of death, we embrace, again, and with immense relief, our true home. Be assured, my dear friend, that we are not “parted physically” from our loved ones; we live with them at all times, but perceive them not as long as we are obliged to carry our mind, brain and our physical existences as defined and charted by these. Death is not rest. Death is the process by which a being regains It’s absolute need and right to action without hindrance; without limitations and without structures that wall away each mandate of light within physical, social, ethical, moral and so-called spiritual law.
The physical universe does not exist in Infinity; rather, it is the perceived outer covering of it. This is to say that the created and thereby physical Universe exists because we perceive it to be so. Further, the universe is not a “special region” created by dispensation of a capricious, physical God shaped by Mankind’s needs. Au contrair, the physical universe is merely a transitory state of in the lowermost rungs of creation; It is a shifting environment in which everything changes at the blink of an eye. Nothing here is permanent; and this implies that “life” itself, here, is impermanent since it must transcend into itself. All beings that incarnate here to experience this level of the universe must be relieved from it after concluding a set of experiences, for the pains, trails and tribulations of illusory experiences were never meant to last forever. If we accepted this as true, we would discard the very “idea’ of spiritualism, in which mankind experiences such divisions and such agonies. Indeed, the eternal nature of life is what we do not understand; and this ignorance is expressed as faith, religion, worship, ritual and dogma – all tied up is that ritual known as “precedence”. Precedent is set with unique spiritual experiences, which are then given “form” by the attachment of interpretation, ritual, dogma, laws, rules and emotional attachment. In short, an experience which was once indefinite, is formalised and solidified as “truth” upon which hinges the religious reality. The precedent is the foundation for action. The nature of action is centered in choice. The resolution of choice is through Free Will. Free Will is the nature of universe that moves only forward. This forward movement is perceived as time, events, lifetimes of perception is what is to be free versus what is to be enchained; and this we know as good and evil. We do not understand any of this; and yet the lack of understanding is a legitimate path we have chosen to experience in our dawning consciousness of the eternal. This is not a human fault, but a “spiritual” process; for one may know of what is infinite only if one longs and agonises within limitations, by struggling in a finite, limiting and time bound experience. Every struggle is mortal; for the end to struggle is victory and peace; struggle must end. In this process, we give shape to infinity and God by our own expectations; and this is the expectation which we express as religion.
Mankind’s deepest search for justification of his social morals is reflected in the Invention of God. No God exists that can be measured by man’s image; and yet, man strives in torment to define that indefinite Father and Mother of Everything, Who exists not in any way with which we may measure, judge, rule and strive to conquer our defined existence. However, God is reflected in the Inner Self; and yet, this “self”, when realised, transcends the very idea and need for God in all It’s limitations and forms; and brings forth that God Who is incarnate in that very State of Being and Life as we know it not. This we do not understand as Truth; for the mind seeks palpable realities; and in this painful search, we bequeath unto God those shapes, rituals and godly personalities formed by our need for comfort. But we all know, deep within, that if God is, then God is Not. That which is “not” cannot be defined; it has no beginning and no end. It is everywhere and nowhere. It is the End of Everything, and yet that infinitely tiny seed out of Which springs All. God is all. God cannot truncated. There is no end to God, just as there is no beginning. God is a point whose centre is nowhere, but whose circumference – everywhere. God is You and I; just as I am the mountain, and I am the stream; as you are the waters, minerals, ethers and spirit that is the sum total to everything. God cannot be measured. God cannot be approached by any external means – for how will you ever approach Yourself? You are you; you are God; God is not separated from your existence as a primordial particle; and even this “formed” existence, is but a perception for you, who, by the very act of perception, limits herself to definition. This implies that if infinity is your very nature by the reality of your existence beyond time and space, then relations defined by father, mother, family, friends, creatures, beings, realities – indeed everything – vanishes; all that remains is you, and those myriad forms in which you gave Yourself Perception, form and identity. I am you. You are me. We are None for we are All. All is One. All is Unity. All is “Advaitya”. Duality will exist where there is external perception. Duality is a singularity rendered dual by the very dual word “singularity” attached unto it.
When we realise the “self” that is revealed by loss of Ego, we transcend the need for belief itself, for you realise that you are an existent state of absolute belief and knowledge, without further need for assurances rooted in precedence, religion and empirical proof. This is the journey to “singularity”. To know God, abjure belief in God. Let all Gods crash from their pedestals; and you will know the God of Nothing and All; unknowable; infinite and the source of absolute love beyond definition or attachment; beyond expression; beyond any need; but in a State of Oneness and Bliss – forever. Your father and mine journey into this realisation just as we all do. But even as we are time bound “now”, Time, for our father is concluded; cause an effect is narrowed into that which is meaningless; pain is ended; bliss and happiness is regained. Therefore, rest easy, and be in peace; beyond grief, grieve not, for that which happens, must happen, for the universe never stays still.
When Consciousness transcends Itself there follows simultaneous ends to Ego and Identity. What are you without Identity? Permit me to say that you are that drop extracted of an ocean; and drop, which, when removed from this eternal ocean is programmed to believe in itself as the drop, because it is physically defined as that drop, and which consequently searches longingly for its apparently lost Source and Genesis. And yet, when you, the drop, is reclaimed back by that unending ocean, you lose your identity as a drop, but, yet, retain within you, as the sum of your experiences, only that undefined definition of your illusion of your time as a mere drop, but now infinitely grown, for you, who was the ocean, know what it was to have been a drop of salt water; unified, removed, grown and merged with that ocean of which you arose. Such is the nature of your father now; such is my father. They live in that Ocean of unending, eternal and unbelievable love; they are just as we knew them in their limited forms; but now, without limited identity, they compose the very Body of the Ocean out of which they chose to take form. As ego, you remain a drop. Without Ego, you are the Ocean. The drop is contained by the very definition to itself as understood by the word “drop”; this is “identity” as we understand it. And in this illusion, whence the ocean is obligated to look upon itself as a “drop”, it behaviour, perceptions and realisations, too, are limited opinions in their limited shapes and forms, all bound in time, space, matter and identity that have gone on to create the drop in the first place. The ocean is unending. It cannot be contained. But it can experience it’s own infinity only when it measures itself against the unreality of finite containment. This is the crux of the journey, always upward, always outward, into the realisation of the Self; and of Life.
The lowest rungs of Creation is composed of the “Formed Universe” and numberless Dimensions therein. These Dimensions are not rooted in hocus-pocus, metaphysics, supernatural or the philosophical; rather, all of this are legitimate attributes in our attempts at understanding that which surrounds us without, and questions us within. These dimensions are measurable through sciences; and yet, these do not exist other than as mental perceptions that repose in hidden and revealed recesses of the brain. Every single dimension is knowable through our mental faculties that reside in our brain. But the universe is not “Brain”. The “Brain” is the centre of “Identity” in which it recognises only Itself; and proclaims itself to be the only arbitrator of truth. The universe, on the other hand, is “consciousness”. The brain may feel conscious; but the brain can never decode, categorise and quantify consciousness. The brain, as you know, is merely an instrument created to help you relate to a lower, physical, time and space based reality. Other than that, the brain has no importance or function; the brain merely experiences “consciousness” through categorisation, relation and quantification; and forever labours to get to grips with these. When we die, the brain and all its allied organs of body are pecked at by birds, decomposed by bacteria, burnt by fire and reclaimed as the dust and ash that it really is. Transcend the brain, and you will encounter those numbers as the beginning of true mathematics in the quest of understanding the Universe. To provide you with a single example amongst countless others, Numerology is often looked upon as an indulgence for coffee-table-philosophers at best, and the preserve of charlatans at worst. Yet, Numerology, in reality, is that effort to understand the very formation and logic of Universal progression, when inner reality is translated into Events, their Reasons, their Core Nature and Higher Logic, that reposes as very real structures within the universal reality.
Our mathematics, mental is nature, and rooted in Ego, makes much of the Physical Universe and its structure; in short, it contributes only to the understanding and consolidation of what is created and formed. But is the spirit formed by universal algebra and quantum mechanics? No. For all of these are just finite processes of attaining that which is beyond form, space, time, matter and definition. Numerology attempts to approach consciousness from a higher mathematical perspective. This very root mandate makes numerology suspicious, for the sum total of numerology can never conform to scientific reduction – into “methodology, empirical proof or evidence”. Science is about binding reducibility. Numerology is non-binding, and flows as quickly as circumstances flow. In science nothing flows; the very act of flowing is anathema to science; science abhors chaos and uncertainty. Numerology attempts to predict chaos, uncertainty and the unknown – for, in reality, isn’t chaos a definition of that which is beyond science’s control? And isn’t science an attribute of the mind? Numerology will always be rejected by mainstream science, for it attempts to deal in ideas immeasurable by existing scientific methodology. And yet, for all volumes of scientific calculations, if we merely come down to a few set of divisions and additions, we find insight into some of the greatest truths which numerology treats as incidental; but which often astonish scientists. The physical universe is convoluted. It follows then, naturally, that its decoding mathematics must be as convoluted as the physical universe. But take away distance, time, mass and shape, and you are left with nothing that can be measured; but with everything that can be “realised”. Knowledge, however large, is infinitely tiny; a minuscule particle of the arcane. Take away that very identity from knowledge that give’s it its mass; and you would render irrelevant that very machine which gives the universe its basis for time bound progression. You would destroy the basis for cause and effect; there would be no “karma” and “karmic progression”. Raise knowledge above dogma; and the physical universe ceases to be. Time ends; and so does quantified experience. This is where your father is; and mine. “Formed Reality” for them is ended. So has the agony of time; the weight of material; the sting of mass; and the decrepitude of that shape in which they once were; a shape that degraded with age, illness, suffering disease. All of that is ended. All that is left is contentment, happiness; that bliss of “Being”.
Your father and mine were here by agreement to experience this dimension, enchained to experiences in the part of growth. In turn, we agreed to incarnate and manifest here through them as their children. In truth, our association with them is older than time; in truth, we are never apart – we were, are and always will together be. This is a simple and mundane truth. Yet, so much is made of death. But we live in our minds; as it is said “I think and so I am”. In the face of death “I think that he isn’t any more”, and thereby I grieve; I grieve because of that inherent identity crisis of the statement “that I am”. But when you know that there is no “I”, you would “Be” more than you ever could, enchained by the “I”. This is why we must think not but surrender unto action; the action of life. We must act without fear – for fear is reflection of our expectation of consequence. Act for the sake of the event to transcend eventuality. Let us not act in fear, or attachment to the “unknown”.
What is incarnation? Is it a journey? No, it is not. It is merely the process in which some are “covered” by the sensation of physical reality, even though that Being reposes in comfort in the eternal Universe. This implies that while your father and mine stand by you and me, holding our hands forever in love as very real presences, we know them not, for we are enchained in the physicality of this illusion, out of which they are broken. Their consciousness indeed is relieved from the sensation of the physical. This translates as death and bereavement here. But to them, there has been no parting, for they look upon you, and me, often with concern and with incredible love, as we struggle to penetrate the veil that apparently separates this life, and its greater source. Therefore, grieve not for having lost; you have lost nothing. Yet, the mind will grieve, for the brain understands only physical presences and the logic of time; it cannot deal with the process of simple “Translation”, which we misname as death. Therefore arise from your grief; be happy; for love ends not and nothing passes except the illusion of “having”.
Beyond all high sounding prose and seemingly insightful poetry, beyond every philosophy, theosophy and learned nonsense that is composed as our knowledge, only love is real. Everything else is is laughable balderdash; for only love is true as truth is love; love permeates all; to decode love through emotion surely is a lesser experience – for love, seen with eyes of emotion, serves not to free, but to attach, own and eventually dissipate. Divine Love attaches to nothing. It is that core within All, out of which springs Each. That love burns with a dark heat; it caresses with pain, and terrorises the very act of thought; it torments us in our expectations of it; it plays with us as a hungry cat plays with a mouse before breaking it’s neck. Divine Love breaks assunder everything; rips to shreds what is created, for that which is solidified must be made to again flow; and take on new forms and realities. Upward Bound – that is the Nature of Love. In the Divine perspective, I would think that every act of cruelty is inbuilt with simultaneous redemption. Every pains is an aspect of pleasure. A fire that burns, merely beckons that cleansing rain that must awaken the ashes, out of which must spring life, anew, renewed; perfect. A volcano that erupts will clothe everything in flames. It will destroy life – life as we know it. It causes damage, for we are puny in the face of a volcano; and we were in the way. Yet, the lava that flattens our dwellings and kills off so many, provides the basis and foundation for new tenements many years hence; it provides minerals to fertilise future soil; and sustain so many lives. Gasses that erupt are reclaimed hungrily by the atmosphere, which is tainted by man, but purified by nature. Vast sheets of flame liquidate and vaporise everything by its passage. But that which is vapourised must fall back again, in the form of rain; and rain must hydrate that which is dead and parched – so it might live again. Such is the nature of eternity. Therefore grieve not. What what comes to pass is ordained by the very act of its passage; and it must also depart its formed reality.
I say that we exist since God is Existential beyond intellectual, mental, scientific dissertation. If God did not manifest as you, you wouldn’t be. Your life, perceptions, and your very physical reality wouldn’t be; and you would not be to experience even the lack of Being. Grieve not for your father, passed; for he is not anywhere but by your side in every moment of your life. Contemplate upon him and you will know that you have not lost; for that which you love is living and bright; and is not an illusion. The only illusion is the sensation of loss. The sum total of this universe is Zero. Nothing dissipates; but only transcends to a higher, more subtle experience. All manifested Gods are attributes of the unknown. Travel further and hug the unknown; and all you will have is a friend and boon companion – a partner in every mischief and a soldier with you in every effort – the lover of all lovers and the only Beloved that ages not, dies not; and in whose bosom reposes bliss and quiet beyond every swiftly passing pleasure. Be one with God.
Grieve not. Live again. Love again. And forgive me for intruding with my prose and hotch-potch of insights, contained within my repetitive outpourings. I must repeat myself, for I utilise a physical language. Language is uni-dimensional; it cannot cover all aspects of the same idea at the same time. That is why this document is long and would be boring if I were obliged to look through it. Do not believe my insights; let these not affect your own, unique perspective and standpoint. Discover yourself, and find that simple truth, that paths however different, begin at the same ocean, and having traversing forests, deserts, mountains, cities, plains and rivers, return to the same sea as ice, rain, steam, ash, smoke, dust and wind. All these may differ in their own. But then, God’s forms are myriad; you and I are facets of the same Source. Lastly, forgive me even more for making your father central in this document. I did so without your permission; but I do believe that within these pages are insights which are inalienable portions of your being; I merely have the pleasure of putting these into words.
Live more. Grow more. Be blessed. Be whole.
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