Our Thinking Universe

JUNE 27, 2014 - Our Universe Creates Meaning

FRIDAY MORNING

    Hi, Honey Bun.  Another sleepless night.  Well at least I got 5 hours of good rest from 8:30 PM to 1:30 AM.  But after that, none.

    You and I were together in dreams again, moving into some place through a dark narrow passage, something like an entrance into cellar level apartment in a multilevel city building.  There were a few other people with us.  I seemed to have a leadership position in our small group.

    You were at my left and a step behind me as I struggled to maneuver a metal appliance, a space heater maybe or a coffee brewer, into the passage ahead of me.  The metal was still hot from its recent use and I was handling it gingerly to avoid burning my hands.

    You were trying to assist me from behind by offering me suggestions.  I became a little annoyed because I felt that the suggestions did not apply at the moment, at least not yet, since I could not handle the heater in a way that accorded with your suggestions until it cooled off enough to touch it properly.  And I could not pause long enough in what I was doing in order to explain that to you.

    At this point the dream morphed a little bit into a situation in which the hot heater was touching a delicate white lace curtain that was hanging down far enough for its ends to rest on the hot metal of the heater.  I was concerned about a possible fire.  I actually felt the the metal burn my hand.  And I sadly noticed a slight look of hurt on your face when I spoke a bit too harshly through my frustration.

    As always this was enough to throw me out of the dream.  In the physical waking state immediately afterwards, I realized I had not been severe in my frustration with you and knew that it is more natural to experience fluctuations in moods and emotions than to pass through existence as a blissful zombie, so I did not feel guilty.  And I knew you were a very intelligent soul and had always understood this much and more about human nature, even more than I do myself, so I did not even feel a lasting regret over my tone.  But I did feel enough of a moment of regret to throw me out of the dream, which I came quickly to realize was fortunate because it was enough to brand the memory of you and me being together beyond the limits of physical existence.

    I love you, my eternal wife, my eternal soulmate, Christel.

    I think our dream clearly expresses important symbolism: first, we are still moving into a new living space in the higher realms of consciousness; and we are still together as a loving couple; there are friends with us; and we intriguingly are capable of experiencing some type of bodily sensory sensations (i.e., the hot metal of the heater burning my hand) inside dreams, which might have some relevance to the theories of astral or ethereal bodies and other dimensions of reality; and finally, the strong evidence that psychological time is rooted in the physical and when it becomes an issue in the astral (such as when I felt a need to “hurry” to move the lace curtain off of the hot heater so that I could respond to you intelligently) -- this psychological time was also involved in yanking my consciousness back to a physical mode of being, that is of waking me up so to speak.

    I wish I could do better with these descriptions.  But in the world of time, there is only so much of it.

MULTIMODAE NOTAE:

    Those who say that we humans live in a meaningless universe, and therefore must create our own meaning in the world, fail to consider that they use natural imagination to conceive that idea in the first place.  That natural capacity to use imagination is created inside us by the so-called meaningless, indifferent universe.  The universe we are integrally embedded in produced that capacity within us, whether through evolution, conscious will, or some other means to do so.

    The universe created the human animal and the brain it uses to imagine any and all the theories that the human being creates.   The universe created the human and all of its aspects.  Therefore the universe is ultimately the creator of all the thoughts, ideas, and the very will of human beings and all the meaning they usurp as their own.  The universe created all this meaning by virtue of being the creator of the brain and mouth which gives voice to it -- which is obviously for the pleasure or, if you prefer, the fulfillment of the universe.  That human and his or her words are but a subset, a tiny detail of the much more immense and eloquent universe.

    We forget that we are the product of this universe and anything that comes from us is necessarily by extension a product of the universe, including meaning and flashes of insight and love.