Imagine for a moment an immense tapestry that is woven from countless threads. The entire thing is breathtaking complex and yet remarkably simple as well. At each point where the pieces meet they’re imbibed with a sense of “Me-ness” that looks at the hue, the location or distance as well as a great many other factors to define its presence. Time and again we observe the same links. Its quite rhythmic and almost hypnotic as we, from our lofty perspective, get to Witness the entire feature presentation. Not so for the strings as they’re caught up in the mix. The most ironic thing about the predicament is they see not the whole thing as its entirely invisible to them due to their pick and choose mode of perception that is based on heavily edited input thats accepted as gospel as they’re too busy trying to get ahead and forge new connections.
“Isn’t that amusing?” we think, as we take it all in. See, from our vantage it becomes Self evident that whatever auspices those below consider themselves to be laboring under do not truly exist because we see the whole thing. Thats right, even the moves they don’t know they haven’t made yet. Some try and swerve that way and this as they’re determined to lay their stitch in one certain position. Others loaf and chill before finding themselves inserted in a prime location. This is often to the chagrin of another that was campaigning with a sense of vision at what a life it would bring to the thread with grand dreams inside its head. We tune in, same time, different wavelength, and notice there is a curious reversal as the one that lived like a king is now back to loafing and the one who was previously putting all the effort in now has not only new strings to his bow but the rest actually bow to him as he’s the center of attention at this part of the message when, before, they walked past him on the pavement thinking he had nothing to offer them. Isn’t that interesting?
The Third Dimension is this tapestry. Seeing it as I just said offers one a very curious type of “Aha!” moment that is both exceedingly empowering as well as quite disheartening as it makes the maxim of “Can’t win, don’t try” ring in the ears of the easily defeated whilst there are those who comprehend that their life has a purpose and they’re here for a reason. Isn’t that interesting? It is to me.
The cosmic tapestry really is something. Obviously its a bit more complex than I said but the concept provides a pencil sketch outline of something whose physics are mind bending. I mean, it would be a fools errand to convey this state in text but if I were to make an attempt I’d say:
“Imagine a telescope which is inextricably linked to a microscope and the vision that pours in from a state of closed openness as they both look at opposites that are constantly in motion and perpetually interconnected is both your inner and outer realm at the exact same instance in the process of unfoldment that is as easy to miss as it is hard to comprehend” that would be quite accurate.
I’m sure you can see why I went with the tapestry instead because we can imagine looking down on a land that is flat as a sheet that seems to be one complete unit which is actually made up of countless other threads that have their own will and intent but are also entirely ignorant of the grander vision that we can see, in an instant, due to our higher state of perception.
Thats how it felt looking down on this realm during my near death experience and it took absolutely ages to be able to integrate this in a way that is evenly vaguely resonate with what I Witnessed in that immensely expanded state of awareness that was as familiar in its newness as the revelation that your brain doesn’t create consciousness, you are consciousness. In that respect its like a thread that wonders from what it was woven and then works backwards to the nature of silk as well as the entire creative process and so many other things that were almost invisible due to being taken for granted as part of their life unexamined.
Wouldn’t it be wild if that was actually happening at this moment to all us humans and we have far more in common with a childs ant farm on the windowsill that they intend to share at their science project? Once again, for some this is horrifying and quite dehumanizing to be addressed like this and others find it an amusing concept that they can neither truly affirm nor deny whilst in the enclave.
Sometimes one flies over the cuckoos nest and gets a sneak peak at the nature of this dimension though which we swim like fish surrounded by the seas of ignorance which we never question nor examine as they are essentials which support our awareness in the vessel which is tailored for the moment as we forge a narrative so cogent that it makes perfect sense with the story we roll with.
I’m not the first to see or think of these kinds of things. Its amazing how what was once common Knowledge can become so hidden and arcane that those who come face to face with the revelation are either left crazed or deemed insane due to their incessant babbling about thoughts and perceptions which are alien being implanted into their awareness. The rest of the strings don’t have the time nor compunction to think about these kind of things as they’re on a mission to get ahead. Or just chill. Whatever it is, they’re constantly doing it because if one were to ask these little threads of consciousness that are woven around their intelligence “What is the meaning of all of this?” I’m sure they’d happily regale their own quaint tales and traditions of wisdom they’ve accepted as the basis of their existence but with very little reality testing aka Doing the Knowledge.
The ones that did would often end up getting snipped because the micro/telescope action is a mathematical equation that is engineered with a scale of precision that truly is quite amazing. And yet thats only level because if we zoom in then we see everything is racing towards its death and dissolution. If this lower scale is viewed with a higher vibration we notice these opposing forces are pulsating. Its akin to the tapestry breathing out and in and the threads are entirely ignorant of this motion as they are likened to waves in the sea that think “This is all me” due to the principle of relativity and the ease of identification it brings when you’ve been trained to spend your entire lifetime viewing from one lens. If you hadn’t guessed the threads class their handful of points about what is going on around them as the equivalent of the telescope and, to them, its motion is so slow and immense in comparison to the hectic cross section of thread that exemplifies their inner realms filled with hopes and wishes of doing that and this.
Sometimes, every now and then, there is a random variable. It can’t be avoided and is actually part of the algorithm because the loose end that slips through the crack in the Matrix is too designed to a specification which is used to increase its refinement upon the next spin. Round and round, round we go. As pure as the driven snow and solid as the ice it begets that is then frozen into the image of man who is scared to death of melting as he knows not he’s not just the water that was once free falling but is that which once dwelled at a higher octave of resonance as a cloud that floats above all of this and takes in the family below on their camping trip as they spread out their blanket and proceed to sit.
Eternity in a moment and the same when flipped aka the telescope periscope effect which is akin to Hamlets Mill as its spits out the threads which are continually woven from your consciousness to create the illusion of being a thread that considers themselves separate from the creation when, in reality, its no such thing as all of this takes place inside your awareness. Contrast that to the image they sell of the large town in which you dwell, filled with people, that expands to the state, country, continent and the rest before pulling out from the planet to take in the rest of the cosmos and dimension.
Yes, my friend, all of this takes place inside your awareness. Thats the great secret and thus your strength. You, once upon a when, Knew the Ledge as it was standard equipment as you dwelled in Inner Sense but then the standardized tests and rote repetition did its thing as they filled your head with a load of that and this to disconnect you from your chest. That, in a nutshell, is the Warriors test and call to adventure because one who is willing to embrace the pain wins the Game we’re all playing by inserting our Souls as credits as the mill doth spin and keeps reeling them in for the human imperience of wearing flesh and the ignorance of Self it begets…
Till we meet again
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