Dynamic Philosophy

JUNE 28, 2014 - Translating Spiritual to Physical

SATURDAY MORNING

    Hi, Honey Bun.  Good morning.

    Thinking about you and various things this morning, vacillating between hope and despair, I realized a fine truth: Possibilities are infinite.

    If a thing is not a reality now, who can say with certainty it cannot become one later?  

    Nobody.

    Also, we can have premonitions of things from our broader spiritual understandings of our existence because that purer view of things is spread out over past, present, and future.  But remember that these temporal terms obviously are a translation from the unified timelessness of eternity down into the “illusion” of that timelessness being separated into the three different fields of past, present, and future.  In spiritual reality the ending exists in the same moment that the beginning and the middle exists.  We humans with our limited brains break up this finer omnipresent reality into smaller temporal pieces we can deal with one at a time.  It is a translation from high reality down into physical incarnation.

    But our physical based human understandings fall terribly short of comprehending the full truth of any of anything.  This is because our pure understanding is mucked up with our physical brains which are instruments of and for a physical context.  A quick analogy might be a baby's tricycle.  It is built to exist in the context of a baby's world.  It is small and its three wheel structure makes it easier for the baby to peddle around on and at the same time more difficult for the baby to tip over and hurt himself.  But it is ridiculous and virtually impossible for an adult to use in an adult world context.  And just the same, our physical brains serve us adequately in the context of a human incarnation but they are poor vehicles for handling and interpreting understandings of a higher context, the context of our grownup souls in Eternity.

    Yet, glimpses of inspiration and revelation do seep through on occasion.  This is how some of us know to never admit defeat in peer pressure to accept the existence of death and nothingness.  Neither one of these terms represent a real state of being.

    You see, Chris, my involvements lately in social intercourse of various kinds with various personalities in various venues, have rather exercised my physical brain to such a degree that it has plowed itself into a rut of opaque distance from my spiritual understanding.  It left me feeling barren and lost.  My thinking and awareness was constricted by the tight confines of the mental rut I had dug myself into from trying to be agreeable to everybody and their various views in all the social contact, negative and positive, I had placed my mind in.

    My independent thinking became plowed under.

    Sometimes, often, we must extricate our attention from society and social concerns and reestablish our unique life rhythm and its connection with the higher dimensions which we more truly belong to.  The less prejudiced and more pure modes of consciousness where we see again our infinite possibilities.

    And then once again we know that we live and love forever and that all the worries and torments and doubts belong to the illusions of the physical brain and its contextual habit of constricting and distorting our higher understanding into patterns of temporal necessities belonging to the physical world.

    These truths sometimes get buried over in the course of daily affairs and we need to come back up to the higher regions for a breath of fresh spiritual air.

    I love you eternally, my loving wife.

MULTIMODAE NOTAE:

    I believe we choose to believe what we believe.  It is not a matter of proof.  I don't think there is absolute proof of anything.  There are only best guesses and worst guesses pertaining to our personal lives.

    Take music for example.  A self taught musician joyfully inventing a tune by ear as he is playing it for the first time creates harmonies, rhythms, and dissonances just as interesting as the most educated and rigorous composers like Bach, Debussy, and Stravinsky.  They all sound great in their own styles and contexts and they all accept their flaws as unfinished business in the process of being worked out in due course for the good of their symphonies and jams and shindigs in one way or the other.  In other words, they don’t sweat the small stuff.  They let loose and let life flow through their instruments wildly and free.  They explore the infinite universe of sound without fear, apology, or hesitation.  Self consciousness evaporates in this ecstasy.

    This is the same with dynamic philosophy which often bursts into dimensions beyond words and concepts.  Free writing, exploratory, stream of consciousness and poetic literary flights of fantasy into symphonies of ideas and concepts and metaphors that carry the author to the stars rather than follow him and his pen and where their laborious thinking determines they should go.  This dynamic free flying plunge into infinite possibilities leaves the labor for another day.  Today is for glory!

    It may be laden with errors but it produces gems of poetic and philosophic insight that later can be corralled into tamer and more manageable organization.  Especially during the rewrites and editing processes.

    It's like the child wanting to be an astronaut then growing up and becoming one.  Many fantasies, illusions, realizations, and explorations come and go throughout the child's experience over the intervening years until he or she sculpts herself into a real solid astronaut from all that living experience.  What a shame if she had lost the courage and passion to believe in the possibility of success before she objectified her goal and incarnated its reality.

    This is a kind of humanistic poetry and frontier philosophy.  It is what I rather like.