Hi Colorado.
I did a cool mediation on this a few days ago; very creative, very enjoyable, joyous. I listened to Carla’s broadcast on BBS radio about the sun, what is the sun really. Sub-logos, literal creator of this solar system and all the entities, including us within it. And each of us is to our vast interior world, all our thoughts, feelings, experiences, history, as the sun is to us. We are the all-powerful creator of this vast interior landscape. Meditated on it. That for me leveled the playing field. So then I went to a meeting of an organization I belong to, a meeting where people were miscommunicating and where there was very little joy or peace, but many negative emotions (that’s what makes me think of being with your mom and her friends). These were people with whom I have some level of disconnect. And having this palpable experience of how they are this vast tree of consciousness, who have existed since time immemorial, and I rather imagined, in my mind’s eye, that they all wore cloaks with hoods and long trains which encompassed the multi-billion year old world of internal experience which each has created, and, well, things changed for me. I was free, and joyous sometimes, to be in the presence of these august creators, these divine lords of these complex universes reaching back, in their roots of consciousness, to the beginning of the physical universe. And operating for the moment out of the leafy tips of their most recent consciousness, acting to learn lessons most recently chosen, posing as stuck, unhappy vast waifs seated in a circle on hard concrete with poker faces. Now I contemplate the unctuously groomed harvest being prepared for the one infinite creator back of all universes, galaxies who was right there in the room...
Dreamweaver
I did a cool mediation on this a few days ago; very creative, very enjoyable, joyous. I listened to Carla’s broadcast on BBS radio about the sun, what is the sun really. Sub-logos, literal creator of this solar system and all the entities, including us within it. And each of us is to our vast interior world, all our thoughts, feelings, experiences, history, as the sun is to us. We are the all-powerful creator of this vast interior landscape. Meditated on it. That for me leveled the playing field. So then I went to a meeting of an organization I belong to, a meeting where people were miscommunicating and where there was very little joy or peace, but many negative emotions (that’s what makes me think of being with your mom and her friends). These were people with whom I have some level of disconnect. And having this palpable experience of how they are this vast tree of consciousness, who have existed since time immemorial, and I rather imagined, in my mind’s eye, that they all wore cloaks with hoods and long trains which encompassed the multi-billion year old world of internal experience which each has created, and, well, things changed for me. I was free, and joyous sometimes, to be in the presence of these august creators, these divine lords of these complex universes reaching back, in their roots of consciousness, to the beginning of the physical universe. And operating for the moment out of the leafy tips of their most recent consciousness, acting to learn lessons most recently chosen, posing as stuck, unhappy vast waifs seated in a circle on hard concrete with poker faces. Now I contemplate the unctuously groomed harvest being prepared for the one infinite creator back of all universes, galaxies who was right there in the room...
Dreamweaver