In all that can be imagined and in all that can ever be, something larger and more all-inclusive will envelop it - if only for the purpose of scribing a perimeter. I consider the subjective, experiencing consciousness to be this instrument. Consciousness, in this manner of reference, is both transcendent and self encompassing. It originates in the kairotic form of a coherent superposition. While all of the interwoven planes of reality ultimately represent truth, it is the depth of organismic conscious immersion that chooses which potential version becomes personal awareness manifest. Yet consciousness, in all of its dynamic complexity, is the divine pervasiveness and metaphysical connective tissue permeating these truths. Whether envisioned as Mind, the spirit of God, or as the Monistic idealist labels it, "the primary reality," consciousness is the paranormal constant in the definition of life and the medium within which reality is represented. The objects of a "consensus empirical reality" are all epiphenomena of consciousness that arise from internal modifications. Consciousness modified is the means by which manifestation presents itself as something intelligible and true, and as such, it is the agency through which intelligent design operates. Consciousness is the Creator.
Prior to any dichotomous existence; before the subsequent rupturing of subject and object into their own impact as reality, consciousness precedes them as the Paramatman. This is consciousness as it exists before any kind of reflective, individual-self experience. From this atemporal condition the energy alters itself, becoming the oscillating force of a monadic will. But the stages between a primal force and experience actualized are both subtle and numerous. This preliminary rhythm occurs between its Adi state of pure potential and its Anupadaka state of potential ready to be expressed. In these early stages, the singular monad becomes the vital spark of the monas and begins its determined pulsation to express the foundations of existence. There is yet, no vehicle of expression; merely the first permutations which distinguish animated intent from quiescence. The singularity has become a self-imposed sphere of the most subtlest of unknowable form.
The stratification of reality only begins to emerge from these internal modifications of inherent recombinant conscious energy. But to recognize even the first subtle modifications is to "rupture" its wave-like perpetuation into the peaks and troughs that would distinguish a super conscious state from its subconscious one. To actually experience itself - to "become" self-aware through its own infinitely variable transformations - sentience must be introduced. The recognition of this anthropic principle is comparable to the fragility of silence whose mere utterance would shatter it. In this respect, the mere thought of consciousness ruptures it into subject and object.
Sentience, as a responsive cognizance, works best from within a universe of temporal space. Atomic structures and molecules must form. Biochemical reactions must construct mind pictures. Polarities are emergent, and in matters of conscious awareness, they can be perceived as the farthest extensions of thought and truth possible. Where omniscience has scattered itself, the only remaining endeavor is the tropotaxis back to source. The animation of any reality is dependent upon the rhythm of consciousness in all of its discriminating possibility, and by necessity, must now occur from within the material plane of existence. So, if the recognizable animation of any reality is dependent upon sentience, then one needs only to attain the proper level of meditative thought in order to attune the egoic mind to these rhythms.
The egoic part of Self, passively assisted by the analytical brain-mind, has an ability to reach observation points within this infinite plenum of consciousness - if only precariously. During a series of meditations, I had set out from the threshold of my ‘personal unconscious’ (Carl Jung terminology) equipped with barely more than a few interpretations from literary sources such as, Amit Goswami’s "Self-Aware Universe", Ken Wilber’s, "Spectrum Of Consciousness", "The Infinite Book" by John D. Barrow and Annie Besant’s"Occult Chemistry". My intent was to explore the esoteric associations between philosophical materialism and quantum physical reality, as based upon their assumed yet, neglected relationship. Once resurrected from the collective unconscious (Jung), and made "unforgotten" again, my interpretations could then be documented in a conventional manner for the purpose of future consideration. Through idyllic intent and less than perfect method, my contemplative adventure begins ...
In a triune positioning, where mind-consciousness and divine-reality blended by way of my own brain-mind state of being, my exploration began to unfold. It could be said that with the presence of my own egoic awareness, I had become the "scribing instrument" of consciousness myself. In that catalyzing experience, a unique dimensional awakening had occurred. Here, with the basic imprint of awareness (an otherwise modified version of consciousness), realities once merely potential had presented themselves in multiplicitous detail. Yet, in the illuminating revelation, it had become apparent that there was still a catch.
Before me exists the coherent superposition of consciousness. It looms as an ever changing seething mass of infinite possibility. The quanta of every potential reality behaves as a violent eruption at the surface of awareness roiling with the desire to become manifest. Every reality a truth and every truth a reality, and consciousness demanding that all were to be represented. To one egocentric awareness or to another, it was a liar’s paradox in perpetual motion. Within my own comprehension, there had become no difference. I had become a paradigm for both the chosen and the condemned. I had become the church militant and the infidel synchronized in perpetual argument over the validity of my own judgments. To express myself in any one of these realities was to accept the collective qualia of only one truth at the cost of nullifying all others. On the basis that all truth is genuine truth, and consciousness makes this so, I had to resist the urge to pick just one as "the" example for an appropriate condition of quantified energy to possess.
Though I had obtained such a spacious view at this threshold, I remained as neither a part of it, nor apart from it. My attention had begun to spiral out of control as I gave chase to an infinite chain of concepts in each infinitely regressive system, only to back out again as logical truths twisted themselves into outright lies. In the simple pursuit to find just one exactitude as a valid entryway into all of this chaotic potential, I had become a pawn in nothing but sequentially opposing truths, transfixed before droves of archetypal ideals in constant fluctuation. Any one of them and all, were awaiting my thought-body to immerse itself within. Yet, I could find no procedure in my brain-mind that would process the discrepancies encountered. I was held captive to a Maelstrom of von Neuman chain potential realities, and in adherence to all of its flotsam and gypsum was to love and hate with equal passion all concepts known to sentience.
I grew weary of pursuing each broken thread of logic, and suddenly I had an epiphany. It would take an external command to collapse the coherent superposition for me in order to have a new point of self reference. Self and mind had to temporarily disconnect, and this could only be done through the thinking processes of my higher soul. The Godelian knots created of my lower self’s perceived logic had to be broken through the momentary sacrifice of my will to a higher authority. So, instead of pursuing an insanely endless expansion of counter-legitimate events, the mental road blocks of hierarchies causally untraceable by the intellect alone, in truth, had to be left unattended. My deeper philosophical goals could only be accessed through a discontinuity found in the non-local collapse of another convergence between self and mind. I could leap through the mental barriers, but my admission fee was to accept having no vantage point within the perceived space/time of "self". It would take a leap of faith to create a discontinuous thought, or to put it another way; with the affirmation of an all knowing, higher order of intelligence, the tangled hierarchy could be broken. Well ... thank God for that, I say!
With similarity to the participant in a game of musical chairs, one finds himself left standing when the music stops, and suddenly, the non-local collapse of consciousness has occurred. But having been left standing with my own mind-body - as a reconstruction of egoic self - I am still alone at only one option point of an infinitude of intersecting points in the multitude of archetypal ideal realities. The obvious consequence of this in conventional reality is that if any singular archetype were combined with the intellect of any "other" egoic self, the frame of reference would, in all likelihood, be interpreted with distantly variable results. Such a scenario, has in fact, been the subliminal dilemma confounding educators since the dawn of erudition. Sadly, there is but one method to know truth, but the reality of this truth can either be personally experienced, or referred to through second person expression. And the latter is an option forbidding all but the selection and use of symbolic representation. One can only hope it does not get lost in the interpretation.
With regards to my own interpretive predicament, I had but one choice in this personal adventure, and that was to plunge in - just as others would have to do. Being left to my free will once again, I would experience the dynamics for my self, and alone. I would worry about what knowledge was salvageable with the "hope" to correctly express it all later.
In the movement of my mental body, I found myself enveloped by a "view-encompassing" bright cloud having components that sparkled and seemed to gain sharpness and clarity in one moment, but faded to near imperceptibility in the next. The sparkling matter appeared to be of various sizes and intensities and all of it was stirring within the cloud, swirling about a vortex which seemed to center itself within my line of sight, no matter the direction I would turn.
While there was no distinctive edge in any direction, I knew that I was turning because the swirling would shift momentarily and then return to a place directly in view once again. All of this motion brought about the sensation of vertigo, and to sway that feeling, I needed the conviction of being centered and sound. In the task of assuring myself that direction had no meaning, and that I was turning about by my own desire to do so, the calm of being "in charge" had once again renewed my equilibrium.
I became fascinated by the behavior of this sparkling matter within the cloud. At first, it resembled snowflakes caught in the high beams while driving in a blizzard, and I spent long moments gripped by the depth and dimension of this convolution of sight. The whole effect of this dizzying chaotic state of animation gave me the impression that it was just one huge blur of activity. I was immersed in an ocean of sensations, and all I had to do was reach out with my mind. But I soon began to question what I was actually viewing, and another twinge of anxiety cropped up when I wondered if this were escapable or not.
At first unnoticed, I suddenly realized that the behavior of this sparkling cloud changed when each thought became the ambition of my considerations. When I attempted to analyze my observations, the sparkling pieces of light grew quite intense. Contemplating thoughts like, "does this represent reality" or, "does it represent divinity", seemed to have nudged the cloudiness into a sharpened resolution of various twinkling light shards, reminiscent of the 1970’s era light boxes that flashed different colors in accordance with various musical tones. But instead of focusing on any particular one or other of the myriad dots of light, I chose instead to simply relax and drift into a state of merging with all of these glistening particles at once - as if to "feel" them collectively for an answer. Impressively, all the sparkles very nearly disintegrated like sugar crystals melting into syrup. For a moment, I was left with the sensation of floating in some plush undulating cloud, peaceful, thick and cozy. I marveled at the fact that I must be experiencing the difference between objectivity and subjectivity.
I was in the midst of a miracle where both the wave-form of potential reality and the particle-form of manifest reality entwined. Here was the gathering and separating of thought forms and feelings whose rhythmic undulations waltzed to some divine and abstract energy. To grasp the concept of complimentarity with my own personal sense of symbolism, suddenly, had flushed me with a new sense of exhilaration. It seems that I had become a functioning participant in the very nature of a quantum system within my own self awareness. Consciousness existing in its transcendent state of potentia and then collapsing into coherency suddenly made sense when I had "connected the dots", so to speak. It was now apparent that, "reality" and "divinity" were merely concepts manifesting as particles to my awareness - as the snowflakes that swirled about before my eyes. To my personal sense of symbolism, the wave function of my thoughts had simply collapsed from something fuzzy into something distinct. But an even larger picture loomed before me.
In order to refer to such things as reality, consciousness, the level of mind, divinity, etc., my brain/mind must translate intimate experience into a separate event or "thing" having been witnessed. Experience becomes symbolically modified thought. In this action, the "reality experience" must split - it must tear into an aspect of both information and of communication. The ego based "brain/mind" of self identifies with the classical modality of conscious information, while the quantum modality of conscious communication translates the information to awareness. The mere separation of information and communication is significant to the nature of making a self-reference which in and of itself is a measurement. Separation implies distance, distance implies measurement, and measurement implies the perpetual motion of a "realizing" consciousness. Measurement has to occur from a non-local and inviolate level of consciousness to be complete, otherwise the "measurer" becomes just another component within the quantum system being measured. In the dynamic sense of this phenomenon, a potential reality becomes a manifest reality and the whole system remains animated, perpetual, and spontaneously designed for reference. Consciousness is a self referencing system.
Profound as this awareness was to me, such things remained in the range of one narrow focus. On a broader scale, it was necessary to move on. If the ego behaves as a membrane between definition and experience, then it functions with a repulsive surface tension as well. Though I could immerse myself within this cloud, I still had to jump out of it again to separate experience from representation, and that which was represented was simply the nature of wave functions still existing in potentia. It was a background energy of probability being hurled at me from all of the dimensional "angles of perception" at the same time. Infinities were being packaged and tossed at me like hyperactive stevedores emptying some cargo ship's hold at breakneck speed and all I could do is throw up my arms in self defense.
In the onslaught, I remember considering how so many spheres of reality could lay upon each other, and even at that, each of those represented something entirely different from the next. Allowing myself the comprehension that the multitude was being permeated by a larger and more dynamic consciousness - and that my own was a component of it as well, I was able to remind myself that this was both the source of energy and the vehicle for further explorations. Indeed, that organic tool we use in pursuit of thought, is quite able to navigate an infinitude of distinguishable realities and otherworldly realms not yet tarnished by mortal characterization. The proof of which can be found in both our subconscious dreams and conscious imaginations alike.
As if something raw and profane had metamorphosed into something beautiful and poetic, I suddenly understood that any sphere of awareness upon an immanent reality would be of such expanse, it would become lost in its very pronunciation if not for the use of abbreviation and symbol. After all, I had reasoned, the mere arcing gesture of a hand can erase the comprehension of that which it does not include. Similarly, the mortal awareness must scribe for itself a perimeter within each chaotic sphere of immanent reality in order to bestow upon this, the comfort of logic as an immediate reality. The mind’s spiraling explorations are framed as concentric conclusions so that the experience can be abbreviated in advance of expression. A "consensus empirical reality" is basically a quanta of abbreviated mental measurement within a volume of consciousness. And it is a series of abbreviated consensus, that when strung together, allows for progress in linear thought. So this, it seems, must summarize the nature of a fractal awareness inside a holographic consciousness.
In a spontaneous burst of joy, I swept my arms upward in a giant arc, returning them to my sides in one fluid motion. It was a mock attempt like some magic weaver to pull back the veil between worlds in an effort to intimately know these endless spheres of reality. But I was stunned to observe a beautiful trail of rainbow colors cascading upward like dust in suspension as a result. Each rising color brought with it the image of various faces, peoples, and places. Some of these were typically characteristic of the earth plane while others were unique races that I had not seen before. As the colors changed, the loose gritty images changed too, like vaporous apparitions drifting in the air. In a procession of moments, distinctions between the many races of man and their symbolic icons merged and transformed before me through the aperture of this polychromatic divergence. The emblems that I viewed were not a deeper look into reality after all, but rather the superficial variations with which it presents itself based on nothing more than geography. In truth, there is not but one reality. Though consciousness represents itself as reality, a localized consciousness merely represents a localized reality. If only it were to be the aspiration of all sentience to move beyond this circumscription.
Though I could not understand all of the belief systems being represented, the significance to their faithful was not mistaken. In separately specific ways, each discipline behaves much as a tinted lense through which reality is intrepretted. For their adherents, any philosophy will place a comfortable complexion upon the realities they have chosen to believe. Yet while our scientific or religious doctrines may captivate us, it remains quite ellusive that our convictions are merely the exoteric portholes, beyond which, the much more immense esoteric level of mind resides. In the further development of our wisdom we would see that at the esoteric level there exists the universal godhead, and the many selves, and the many gods, and they are all there in transcendent unity as the omniscient source for how reality is expressed.
While I began to consider the optical properties of "lenses" such as the one my deeper consciousness was holding, it occurred to me that I was not looking at multiple superimposed images as if upon a two dimensional surface. But rather, my perception had been scaled outward as if from more than one angle of view. With the persistent use of my "third" (spiritual) eye to the physically typical stereoscopic vision, I had become aware of another dimension of comprehension. It occurred to me that defraction planes are created between comparative realities. As an example, these defractions would make Darwin, Ussher, Einstein, Buddha, Mohammad, Jesus or whomever else is considered the most scholarly authority in one's life, all appear as the "illumination" at the center of their own reality while derogating the reality of others. In the crystalline beauty of this finding, my awareness had now become centered upon the "dividing edge" - as it were - of more than one reality and the profoundness of this comprehension was in the fact that all realities are connected. It became clear that through the lensing of "less critical" symbolic definition - or in other words; a wider range of comprehension - tolerance and understanding is obtainable, even for those whose connected realities are shared with coexistently confrontational egos.
Still, the ramification of multiple realities offset by the degree of their presentation became an intriguing subject for contemplation. Multiple realities infringing upon one egoic awareness would be like observing reality through the densities of water and oil at the same time. Perhaps even the curvature of space/time itself has an effect on how our mortal consciousness perceives its environment. After all, space/time has implications in how many other things are observed, including, time, gravity and the transfer of energy. In consideration of references to schizophrenia or similar mental infirmities, isn't it possible that the various psychoses prevalent in society are not so much from "loosing contact" with reality, but rather from involuntarily interpreting the duplicitous angles from which it can be perceived at the localized (ego) level of consciousness - a noteworthy consideration for someone not currently engaged with disturbing the surface of chaos...
Prior to any dichotomous existence; before the subsequent rupturing of subject and object into their own impact as reality, consciousness precedes them as the Paramatman. This is consciousness as it exists before any kind of reflective, individual-self experience. From this atemporal condition the energy alters itself, becoming the oscillating force of a monadic will. But the stages between a primal force and experience actualized are both subtle and numerous. This preliminary rhythm occurs between its Adi state of pure potential and its Anupadaka state of potential ready to be expressed. In these early stages, the singular monad becomes the vital spark of the monas and begins its determined pulsation to express the foundations of existence. There is yet, no vehicle of expression; merely the first permutations which distinguish animated intent from quiescence. The singularity has become a self-imposed sphere of the most subtlest of unknowable form.
The stratification of reality only begins to emerge from these internal modifications of inherent recombinant conscious energy. But to recognize even the first subtle modifications is to "rupture" its wave-like perpetuation into the peaks and troughs that would distinguish a super conscious state from its subconscious one. To actually experience itself - to "become" self-aware through its own infinitely variable transformations - sentience must be introduced. The recognition of this anthropic principle is comparable to the fragility of silence whose mere utterance would shatter it. In this respect, the mere thought of consciousness ruptures it into subject and object.
Sentience, as a responsive cognizance, works best from within a universe of temporal space. Atomic structures and molecules must form. Biochemical reactions must construct mind pictures. Polarities are emergent, and in matters of conscious awareness, they can be perceived as the farthest extensions of thought and truth possible. Where omniscience has scattered itself, the only remaining endeavor is the tropotaxis back to source. The animation of any reality is dependent upon the rhythm of consciousness in all of its discriminating possibility, and by necessity, must now occur from within the material plane of existence. So, if the recognizable animation of any reality is dependent upon sentience, then one needs only to attain the proper level of meditative thought in order to attune the egoic mind to these rhythms.
The egoic part of Self, passively assisted by the analytical brain-mind, has an ability to reach observation points within this infinite plenum of consciousness - if only precariously. During a series of meditations, I had set out from the threshold of my ‘personal unconscious’ (Carl Jung terminology) equipped with barely more than a few interpretations from literary sources such as, Amit Goswami’s "Self-Aware Universe", Ken Wilber’s, "Spectrum Of Consciousness", "The Infinite Book" by John D. Barrow and Annie Besant’s"Occult Chemistry". My intent was to explore the esoteric associations between philosophical materialism and quantum physical reality, as based upon their assumed yet, neglected relationship. Once resurrected from the collective unconscious (Jung), and made "unforgotten" again, my interpretations could then be documented in a conventional manner for the purpose of future consideration. Through idyllic intent and less than perfect method, my contemplative adventure begins ...
In a triune positioning, where mind-consciousness and divine-reality blended by way of my own brain-mind state of being, my exploration began to unfold. It could be said that with the presence of my own egoic awareness, I had become the "scribing instrument" of consciousness myself. In that catalyzing experience, a unique dimensional awakening had occurred. Here, with the basic imprint of awareness (an otherwise modified version of consciousness), realities once merely potential had presented themselves in multiplicitous detail. Yet, in the illuminating revelation, it had become apparent that there was still a catch.
Before me exists the coherent superposition of consciousness. It looms as an ever changing seething mass of infinite possibility. The quanta of every potential reality behaves as a violent eruption at the surface of awareness roiling with the desire to become manifest. Every reality a truth and every truth a reality, and consciousness demanding that all were to be represented. To one egocentric awareness or to another, it was a liar’s paradox in perpetual motion. Within my own comprehension, there had become no difference. I had become a paradigm for both the chosen and the condemned. I had become the church militant and the infidel synchronized in perpetual argument over the validity of my own judgments. To express myself in any one of these realities was to accept the collective qualia of only one truth at the cost of nullifying all others. On the basis that all truth is genuine truth, and consciousness makes this so, I had to resist the urge to pick just one as "the" example for an appropriate condition of quantified energy to possess.
Though I had obtained such a spacious view at this threshold, I remained as neither a part of it, nor apart from it. My attention had begun to spiral out of control as I gave chase to an infinite chain of concepts in each infinitely regressive system, only to back out again as logical truths twisted themselves into outright lies. In the simple pursuit to find just one exactitude as a valid entryway into all of this chaotic potential, I had become a pawn in nothing but sequentially opposing truths, transfixed before droves of archetypal ideals in constant fluctuation. Any one of them and all, were awaiting my thought-body to immerse itself within. Yet, I could find no procedure in my brain-mind that would process the discrepancies encountered. I was held captive to a Maelstrom of von Neuman chain potential realities, and in adherence to all of its flotsam and gypsum was to love and hate with equal passion all concepts known to sentience.
I grew weary of pursuing each broken thread of logic, and suddenly I had an epiphany. It would take an external command to collapse the coherent superposition for me in order to have a new point of self reference. Self and mind had to temporarily disconnect, and this could only be done through the thinking processes of my higher soul. The Godelian knots created of my lower self’s perceived logic had to be broken through the momentary sacrifice of my will to a higher authority. So, instead of pursuing an insanely endless expansion of counter-legitimate events, the mental road blocks of hierarchies causally untraceable by the intellect alone, in truth, had to be left unattended. My deeper philosophical goals could only be accessed through a discontinuity found in the non-local collapse of another convergence between self and mind. I could leap through the mental barriers, but my admission fee was to accept having no vantage point within the perceived space/time of "self". It would take a leap of faith to create a discontinuous thought, or to put it another way; with the affirmation of an all knowing, higher order of intelligence, the tangled hierarchy could be broken. Well ... thank God for that, I say!
With similarity to the participant in a game of musical chairs, one finds himself left standing when the music stops, and suddenly, the non-local collapse of consciousness has occurred. But having been left standing with my own mind-body - as a reconstruction of egoic self - I am still alone at only one option point of an infinitude of intersecting points in the multitude of archetypal ideal realities. The obvious consequence of this in conventional reality is that if any singular archetype were combined with the intellect of any "other" egoic self, the frame of reference would, in all likelihood, be interpreted with distantly variable results. Such a scenario, has in fact, been the subliminal dilemma confounding educators since the dawn of erudition. Sadly, there is but one method to know truth, but the reality of this truth can either be personally experienced, or referred to through second person expression. And the latter is an option forbidding all but the selection and use of symbolic representation. One can only hope it does not get lost in the interpretation.
With regards to my own interpretive predicament, I had but one choice in this personal adventure, and that was to plunge in - just as others would have to do. Being left to my free will once again, I would experience the dynamics for my self, and alone. I would worry about what knowledge was salvageable with the "hope" to correctly express it all later.
In the movement of my mental body, I found myself enveloped by a "view-encompassing" bright cloud having components that sparkled and seemed to gain sharpness and clarity in one moment, but faded to near imperceptibility in the next. The sparkling matter appeared to be of various sizes and intensities and all of it was stirring within the cloud, swirling about a vortex which seemed to center itself within my line of sight, no matter the direction I would turn.
While there was no distinctive edge in any direction, I knew that I was turning because the swirling would shift momentarily and then return to a place directly in view once again. All of this motion brought about the sensation of vertigo, and to sway that feeling, I needed the conviction of being centered and sound. In the task of assuring myself that direction had no meaning, and that I was turning about by my own desire to do so, the calm of being "in charge" had once again renewed my equilibrium.
I became fascinated by the behavior of this sparkling matter within the cloud. At first, it resembled snowflakes caught in the high beams while driving in a blizzard, and I spent long moments gripped by the depth and dimension of this convolution of sight. The whole effect of this dizzying chaotic state of animation gave me the impression that it was just one huge blur of activity. I was immersed in an ocean of sensations, and all I had to do was reach out with my mind. But I soon began to question what I was actually viewing, and another twinge of anxiety cropped up when I wondered if this were escapable or not.
At first unnoticed, I suddenly realized that the behavior of this sparkling cloud changed when each thought became the ambition of my considerations. When I attempted to analyze my observations, the sparkling pieces of light grew quite intense. Contemplating thoughts like, "does this represent reality" or, "does it represent divinity", seemed to have nudged the cloudiness into a sharpened resolution of various twinkling light shards, reminiscent of the 1970’s era light boxes that flashed different colors in accordance with various musical tones. But instead of focusing on any particular one or other of the myriad dots of light, I chose instead to simply relax and drift into a state of merging with all of these glistening particles at once - as if to "feel" them collectively for an answer. Impressively, all the sparkles very nearly disintegrated like sugar crystals melting into syrup. For a moment, I was left with the sensation of floating in some plush undulating cloud, peaceful, thick and cozy. I marveled at the fact that I must be experiencing the difference between objectivity and subjectivity.
I was in the midst of a miracle where both the wave-form of potential reality and the particle-form of manifest reality entwined. Here was the gathering and separating of thought forms and feelings whose rhythmic undulations waltzed to some divine and abstract energy. To grasp the concept of complimentarity with my own personal sense of symbolism, suddenly, had flushed me with a new sense of exhilaration. It seems that I had become a functioning participant in the very nature of a quantum system within my own self awareness. Consciousness existing in its transcendent state of potentia and then collapsing into coherency suddenly made sense when I had "connected the dots", so to speak. It was now apparent that, "reality" and "divinity" were merely concepts manifesting as particles to my awareness - as the snowflakes that swirled about before my eyes. To my personal sense of symbolism, the wave function of my thoughts had simply collapsed from something fuzzy into something distinct. But an even larger picture loomed before me.
In order to refer to such things as reality, consciousness, the level of mind, divinity, etc., my brain/mind must translate intimate experience into a separate event or "thing" having been witnessed. Experience becomes symbolically modified thought. In this action, the "reality experience" must split - it must tear into an aspect of both information and of communication. The ego based "brain/mind" of self identifies with the classical modality of conscious information, while the quantum modality of conscious communication translates the information to awareness. The mere separation of information and communication is significant to the nature of making a self-reference which in and of itself is a measurement. Separation implies distance, distance implies measurement, and measurement implies the perpetual motion of a "realizing" consciousness. Measurement has to occur from a non-local and inviolate level of consciousness to be complete, otherwise the "measurer" becomes just another component within the quantum system being measured. In the dynamic sense of this phenomenon, a potential reality becomes a manifest reality and the whole system remains animated, perpetual, and spontaneously designed for reference. Consciousness is a self referencing system.
Profound as this awareness was to me, such things remained in the range of one narrow focus. On a broader scale, it was necessary to move on. If the ego behaves as a membrane between definition and experience, then it functions with a repulsive surface tension as well. Though I could immerse myself within this cloud, I still had to jump out of it again to separate experience from representation, and that which was represented was simply the nature of wave functions still existing in potentia. It was a background energy of probability being hurled at me from all of the dimensional "angles of perception" at the same time. Infinities were being packaged and tossed at me like hyperactive stevedores emptying some cargo ship's hold at breakneck speed and all I could do is throw up my arms in self defense.
In the onslaught, I remember considering how so many spheres of reality could lay upon each other, and even at that, each of those represented something entirely different from the next. Allowing myself the comprehension that the multitude was being permeated by a larger and more dynamic consciousness - and that my own was a component of it as well, I was able to remind myself that this was both the source of energy and the vehicle for further explorations. Indeed, that organic tool we use in pursuit of thought, is quite able to navigate an infinitude of distinguishable realities and otherworldly realms not yet tarnished by mortal characterization. The proof of which can be found in both our subconscious dreams and conscious imaginations alike.
As if something raw and profane had metamorphosed into something beautiful and poetic, I suddenly understood that any sphere of awareness upon an immanent reality would be of such expanse, it would become lost in its very pronunciation if not for the use of abbreviation and symbol. After all, I had reasoned, the mere arcing gesture of a hand can erase the comprehension of that which it does not include. Similarly, the mortal awareness must scribe for itself a perimeter within each chaotic sphere of immanent reality in order to bestow upon this, the comfort of logic as an immediate reality. The mind’s spiraling explorations are framed as concentric conclusions so that the experience can be abbreviated in advance of expression. A "consensus empirical reality" is basically a quanta of abbreviated mental measurement within a volume of consciousness. And it is a series of abbreviated consensus, that when strung together, allows for progress in linear thought. So this, it seems, must summarize the nature of a fractal awareness inside a holographic consciousness.
In a spontaneous burst of joy, I swept my arms upward in a giant arc, returning them to my sides in one fluid motion. It was a mock attempt like some magic weaver to pull back the veil between worlds in an effort to intimately know these endless spheres of reality. But I was stunned to observe a beautiful trail of rainbow colors cascading upward like dust in suspension as a result. Each rising color brought with it the image of various faces, peoples, and places. Some of these were typically characteristic of the earth plane while others were unique races that I had not seen before. As the colors changed, the loose gritty images changed too, like vaporous apparitions drifting in the air. In a procession of moments, distinctions between the many races of man and their symbolic icons merged and transformed before me through the aperture of this polychromatic divergence. The emblems that I viewed were not a deeper look into reality after all, but rather the superficial variations with which it presents itself based on nothing more than geography. In truth, there is not but one reality. Though consciousness represents itself as reality, a localized consciousness merely represents a localized reality. If only it were to be the aspiration of all sentience to move beyond this circumscription.
Though I could not understand all of the belief systems being represented, the significance to their faithful was not mistaken. In separately specific ways, each discipline behaves much as a tinted lense through which reality is intrepretted. For their adherents, any philosophy will place a comfortable complexion upon the realities they have chosen to believe. Yet while our scientific or religious doctrines may captivate us, it remains quite ellusive that our convictions are merely the exoteric portholes, beyond which, the much more immense esoteric level of mind resides. In the further development of our wisdom we would see that at the esoteric level there exists the universal godhead, and the many selves, and the many gods, and they are all there in transcendent unity as the omniscient source for how reality is expressed.
While I began to consider the optical properties of "lenses" such as the one my deeper consciousness was holding, it occurred to me that I was not looking at multiple superimposed images as if upon a two dimensional surface. But rather, my perception had been scaled outward as if from more than one angle of view. With the persistent use of my "third" (spiritual) eye to the physically typical stereoscopic vision, I had become aware of another dimension of comprehension. It occurred to me that defraction planes are created between comparative realities. As an example, these defractions would make Darwin, Ussher, Einstein, Buddha, Mohammad, Jesus or whomever else is considered the most scholarly authority in one's life, all appear as the "illumination" at the center of their own reality while derogating the reality of others. In the crystalline beauty of this finding, my awareness had now become centered upon the "dividing edge" - as it were - of more than one reality and the profoundness of this comprehension was in the fact that all realities are connected. It became clear that through the lensing of "less critical" symbolic definition - or in other words; a wider range of comprehension - tolerance and understanding is obtainable, even for those whose connected realities are shared with coexistently confrontational egos.
Still, the ramification of multiple realities offset by the degree of their presentation became an intriguing subject for contemplation. Multiple realities infringing upon one egoic awareness would be like observing reality through the densities of water and oil at the same time. Perhaps even the curvature of space/time itself has an effect on how our mortal consciousness perceives its environment. After all, space/time has implications in how many other things are observed, including, time, gravity and the transfer of energy. In consideration of references to schizophrenia or similar mental infirmities, isn't it possible that the various psychoses prevalent in society are not so much from "loosing contact" with reality, but rather from involuntarily interpreting the duplicitous angles from which it can be perceived at the localized (ego) level of consciousness - a noteworthy consideration for someone not currently engaged with disturbing the surface of chaos...