“It’s really interesting: This reality that humans claim and cling to is such an arbitrary thing. You are billions of people with billions of different perspectives of life experience literally creating billions of different worlds, yet pretending that it is one big world that you are all sharing equally. And it’s not even close to that, you see? You’re on these vibrational islands with law of attraction spinning on your individual vortices giving you exactly what you are a vibrational match to.” (Abraham-Hicks)
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| The amazingness of fractal structures: endless wholeness(es), endless reflections of the same. (Picture by Albrecht Fietz on Pixabay) |
Beloved romanesco! You’re not only delicious to eat but also something to marvel at in other respects. I find it so fascinating that the “whole” consists not of parts but of endless “wholes.” Or: The whole as such doesn’t exist, only individuals (= undividables) exist or appear. Countless integrals or integrities. Like with life: It consists of individual realities, perceptions, expressions or phenomena, which stand for themselves and represent the assumed whole. And every wholeness or collectiveness is a projection coming from, or appearing as, the individual (which again is the whole itself). Collective ideas or conventions certainly serve their purposes, and they are continually changing or evolving and, by doing so, can become less relevant or less dogmatic (in case individual beliefs allow it). But if we exaggerate these ideas, we limit ourselves, our wholeness, individuality, aloneness, all-one-ness. Our divinity. Artists, poets, inventors, visionaries, mystics, sages, so-called crazy and so-called simple-minded people have known that for ages, and it seems that it’s becoming more and more common, losing the grip of exclusivity and weirdness. And so is knowledge losing its notion of certainty. Concepts are being seen through. Beliefs are being let go of or changed into something that serves the individual and therefore the projected whole better. All kinds of things are being questioned. Either/or thinking is being replaced by both–and and/or neither_nor thinking. For example, God doesn’t exist, like some people say. And it does exist. Because it’s just an idea or perception which I give whatever meaning or non-meaning in my reality. Like with every other idea. We make that all up. And it’s God doing it because I am doing it. God is me, I am God. There is nothing else but the one of us. Like a spotlight that consists of the narrow end (human, individual focus, ego) and the broader light “behind” it. They’re one and the same light. And maybe those who don’t know of the concept of God or the whole “embody” it best, so to speak. Little children, animals, plants and everyone who doesn’t insist on a difference. They simply are the whole light without differentiating between narrow focus and diffuse light, human and God, ego and higher self, individual and collective. And this doesn’t mean that they are perfect or holy beings. They’re perfectly imperfect, unfinished, ever-changing. Just divine humans or human Gods. Like everyone, actually.
But well, how could we seriously know anything? Where and what would be the reference point or scale, apart from what I resonate with right now? Apart from what’s happening in any moment in time, here, now, in my/this spotlight? So I’m not so much into the idea of truth. If so, I prefer the plural: There are many truths, as many as there are people or beings or consciousnesses or perceptions or moments, and they are in constant motion. Everything that appears in whatever form, be it physical or non-physical or anything in between, is true – and nothing (in particular). But some “truths,” like the above suggested by Abraham-Hicks, are just too good not to be made true in my reality, that is, to be open to and explore it. Well, to see the obviousness of it. And it doesn’t even contradict the idea of there being countless truths, on the contrary. That’s the freedom and the beauty: that nothing really contradicts anything, because everything is the same anyway. Or everything is just itself without any need to coincide with something else. It’s just different perspectives or spotlights or movies that are basically in-different (not different) or, in German, gleich-gültig (equally valid). Like when I played in front of the mirror wardrobe in my parents’ bedroom as a child: When I opened two doors and sat in between, I would see endless reflections of myself. That’s what God or Life are “doing.” That’s what they are, obviously. Oneness or noneness fanned out into manyness or somethingness. One single particle moving or waving (∿ & 👋) at such a speed that it appears to be time and space and all that’s going on; all of us, all our worlds. What a masterpiece.