Conscious Creation

We are creators, completely and totally, and, it seems, that our gracious, generous Creator, has not wasted any of our being to make us into the magnificent creators we are.

Recently, I read an amazing book by Gregg Braden "The Spontaneous Healing of Belief."  It is not a religious book, nor is it a spiritual tome on how to be this or this.  It is a science book about the universe. As citizens of the universe as well as creations of it, we are remarkably like it.  

His thesis is that the universe runs like a computer and is holographic, meaning that every particle (quanta) is mirrored throughout it and is part of it, including us and our thoughts.  It's like a teaspoon of water contains the total sameness as the ocean.  That's holographic.  Human beings are also holographic in the same sense.  What is in the atom is in every atom and we are made up of atoms.  OK.  So, the point is that we are a microcosm of the universe, which is a macrocosm.  We are all little universes walking around.

So, if the universe is creative - which obviously it is - and we are microcosms of it, we also are creative in the same way it is.  If the universe runs like a computer, so do we.  The point is that we have to understand how to talk to the big computer.  We have to learn how to align our little computer with the big one.  It also seems that we didn't come without an operation manual.  

It seems the ancients knew this.  The Christian Gnostics knew this.  It is in every one of Jesus' sayings in "The Gospel of Thomas."  Unfortunately, the message was lost by the time the early Church took root in Rome.  However, the east seemed to understand it in ways that suggest that the early church did know it, but its meaning got a bit muddied later on.  

So, now, as we reach for a clearer understanding, merging ancient theology with modern physics, we are realizing for the first time the awesome extent to which we are creators and a glimpse of how much our Great Creator has always tried to tell us this, since the beginning.

We run on a seven chakra system. Energy zips up and down the kundalini, through the chakra energy vortexes aligned on the spine, centered in seven endocrine areas . The two biggest chakras are the heart chakra, which is the most powerful, and the head chakra, second most powerful.  Simply, we are thinkers and feelers.  Our design program is in the head - the thinker.  Our fuelselage is in the heart - the desire/will/emotional/feeling/love center.  We need both to be creators.  

The way our consciousness computer works, according to Bradden, is we mentally design what we want, creating a mental template of it. Then, we love it.  We just desire it, will it with a strong emotional charge. Then, we mentally hit the "send" button and out it goes across the wide matrix, which is the fabric of the universe, which Protestant Theologian Paul Tillich, had called "the ground of being." It is the field that permeates the entire universe which has a subtle charge and everything is webbed into it.  We are all connected together on this web. We can send messages out across it vibrationally, like sending a ripple in a lake, by sending out a thought with a heartfelt intention.  

So, as I think about the awesome of us - our magnificent minds and our passionate hearts - I realize that both aspects of our being - from tears to rational composure - are vitally important aspects of our being.  

We are designed to be creators. And, we must embrace and actively engage our innate creative design if we are going to collectively work together for peace, planetary healing, environmental remediation, healing of our bodies, our communities, our very lives, from changing ghettos into gardens. It is imperative that we begin to actively listen to how we are using our magnificent creative abilities.

Do you honor your heartfelt surges?  Do you allow your mind to daydream?  Do you give yourself permission to be emotional, feel your feelings, vent them, honor them, bless them, thank them?  Or, do you suppress all your emotions, squelch your desires, your feelings?  Do you allow yourself to dream and to paint it in technicolor, filling in the details?

Bradden invites us to take a good look at this awesome ancient creation engine we were born with.  We may need to do some tune ups on honoring and valuing parts of our heart operation in order to make our lives what we want them to be.  Our instinctual love of life and of our Earth will help us in that department also.  It seems that God designed us with a win-win program that overides anything that might self-destruct or self-sabotage.  So, it's all good news. 

The Invitation

This is an invitation to you, written on the finest card stock, edged in lovely gold, and scripted by hand from heaven.  It is a very personal invitation, addressed to you, and it is requesting an RSVP. Dress is casual but black tie is preferred.  You don't need to bring a casserole, but you are welcome to bring your favorite wine with some French or Italian bread. Oh, and, bring your dancing shoes!

My dearest children,

the honor of your presence is requested

at the grand ball of life,

a party unlike any you've ever attended before.

Like the game of make-believe you played as a child,

you can be anything or anyone you desire,

you can do anything you want,

you can be as rich or as poor,

as happy or as sad,

as healthy or as sick,

as loving or as mean,

as you desire.

It's all up to you.  

If you come to my party with a frown on your face,

then I know you decided to wear that mask to the party;

if you come, all tattered and poor,

then I know you decided to wear those sad rags;

if you come coughing and sneezing, arthritic and sick,

then I know you wanted to feel weak and victim 

because you felt you lacked and therefore needed love and sympathy;

if you come wearing a military uniform, with medals,

then I know you wanted to prove that you are brave;

if you come naked,

then I know you liked the clothes 

     I gave you at your birth. 

(Although, it makes me chuckle to see you with a black tie in no clothes)

 I love laughter best of all.

I love joy most of all

I love, love - ohh - I'm the biggest romantic in all the neighborhood of universes;

I love tenderness and music, and sometimes on a Friday night, a great Jim Carrey movie.

(Not necessarily all of them, of course!)

So, come to the ball and wear your favorite attire.

I can't wait to see you, it's been a long time and

I've missed you so very, very much.

I don't care what you wear or who you are,

just come and enjoy!

I love you.

Signed,

The Keeper of the Universe

P.S.

Just a little reminder,

you can check all your fears and negative self-esteem 

at the coat desk outside the hall.  

There's no charge, of course!

Brave New World

Journey with me into a new terrain, a realm of the spirit which you can only see and understand through story and parable. In this way, consciousness can take form and spin new life out of it. 

In our imaginary other world, a seed with a wonderfully rare and rich potential was planted. In the beginning, as a baby sprout, it had only just started to sprout leaves, grow lush, green and lovely branches when it became apparent that it was different from the other sproutlings. Soon, by its rapidly florid growth and large leafy branches, it began to reveal that its true nature may be unique or rare. To others it may have been perceived as strange or weedlike.  Unbeknownst to itself or the other young sproutlings in the forest, it might have had something special to offer the forest than the other trees. Then, one day, a farmer came along and threw a big heavy, stone rock over the eager young plant.

What did the plant do? It grew very deep roots, drove its roots down, close to the center of the earth where Mother Earth's nurturing warm body held it, healed it, and allowed it to grow very strong. As it took counsel from the earth's soul, it grew wise.

Then, one day, Mother Earth said, "Now. Push up against that rock. It's time to take your place among the other trees in life." 

So, it pushed and pushed. It even got very sick and tired from all the pushing. But, it persevered anyway, and put all its strength into pushing, trying, harder and harder. Then, exhausted, it stopped and thought it might even die completely from all the work of pushing. Then one day, it awakened to find just enough strength left in its roots and gave one more little push.

Wham! The rock was thrust aside, ejected into outer space, and the root's system shot a huge big leafy plant up into the air. Admittedly, it was a unique plant, but it had the strongest root system in the forest.

It looked around and noticed other rocks wobbling on the earth. As it attempted to help move those rocks, suddenly, one after another, the whole forest exploded with new shoots. The energy was bursting everywhere, all around him.
 

Life, that held the plants incubating for half a century or more, now produced the most abundant and beautiful plants in the whole forest. Life that was frustrated and forced to grow away from the sun, now had found the light it always sought. The longing and desire had grown so strong, that now it was the most vibrant and alive of any of the those other trees. 

Maybe you were that fledgling little sprout once. When you were young, full of curiosity, brimming over with a fresh new idealism and energy to touch everything, feel, smell, understand everything, you became the master of the great and powerful "Why?"

The young explorer in you romped and played in the sunshine, in the rain, in the snow, everywhere you could get to, with anyone who would go along. You didn't care about your clothes or a curfew and least of all what anyone thought of you.
 

In fact, the awareness that people's opinions of you could matter came much later in your life. For just that wonderful little while - for the first 10 years of your life - you were the young explorer of East Buffalo or wherever you grew up. The place doesn't matter. What matters is the spaciousness of your earnest and innocent exploration.

I would bet that the more intelligent you were/ are, the sooner you discovered a reciprocal reaction to your abounding curiosity and random explorations. The anti-life enemy force reared its ugly head and sent you to your room, silenced your ardent protests, cut off your supply of your favorite food, all in an effort to stop/silence you. For what? You still aren't really sure.

So, while you're alone up in your attic or in your room, looking longingly out at the wide expanse of snow covering the lawns, street and railroad tracks stretching out before you from your window watch, you begin to strategize a new way to get out there and resume your great adventure.

Eventually mercy overpowers the monster, and you're set free to roam again. And, again, you find yourself being silenced for just being you, only you don't realize that's what's happening. You're sure that you must have done something wrong to be getting in all this trouble, so you begin to stop all adventure-seeking. This doesn't happen all at once. It kind of happens slowly, insidiously, eroding your interest in life itself and replacing it with something they say you should be interested in. Eventually, you begin to realize that it's happening on all kinds of different levels which is even more confusing.

Over the next five years, you become well acquainted with the enemy's main henchman - "other people's opinion." You are taunted with that big mysterious nameless, faceless man "out there" (not God, but rather that vague societal "they" or "them,"  as in "what would they think?") who now controls you along with the mean monster who shows up unexplained and leaves just as mysteriously. You can't understand what's happening and you feel sad a lot more than you used to. You play alone a lot and start to feel that no one else can possibly be going through this because no one else is as "bad" as you to be so punished. Only, you don't know that's what you think. It's a kind of blind subconsciousness that's seeping into your young mind. You just think it and so the first of many layers begin the first "great cover up" of your life.

Now, it's many years later and you've learned several things over these years. You've learned to not ever say completely and totally what you feel or think because you've learned that the enemy's henchman still lives out there. And yet on some other dream level, you're never fully satisfied with how your life turned out because that little explorer is still at the window trying to figure out how to get out and pound those old fields in search of all things wonderful.

I know what it might have been like for you.

Today, we call what happened to many, many of us in those days "abuse." We also know that abuse has a stunting affect on a child's emotional and psychological development. They learn to lie or not say what they need which is a kind of lie. I lied when I said "no raise" was ok, when I needed a raise very much. I lied when I implied it didn't matter to me that my needs weren't being met so that the other person wouldn't be put out by them.

I didn't lie when I left though. So, I learned to leave and leave and leave. Then, one day, I realized that I hadn't left at all. I lived my life as if a pack of wolves were always at my heels. Now, being tired of running, I had to turn around and face them. All of them! I had to tell them my truth if I cared and I did!

Today, thankfully, I can tell a mean person who's been really harassing to just "buzz off" - something I could never have done years ago. Rather, I'd ignore them and go about my business telling myself that I was the bigger person because I didn't speak up when in reality I was the coward for not speaking up. Today, I speak up. I don't believe in violence, but I don't believe in ever being silenced again. Someone else's opinion of me does not matter as much as my integrity, my courage to speak my truth and for what I want and for what is right for me. I cannot live my life for other people, pleasing them because they usually don't really care.

Most of all, I want to invite all those other children, wonderfully creative, fun, explorers out there, who are still afraid of the evil henchman, "Whatwouldtheythink," to come back out and play. I know how you have suffered. I know what you went through. I know your fear, that still stalks you sometimes. Most of all, I know how talented you are and we need you - the world needs you - you need your full spiritual stature, more than ever.

Now, you who are now free but were once an underground shoot, living your life under a rock, would you go back under ground and put the rock back over you, if you knew that you had a voice all along? Would you lie and cheat yourself out of your truth and your life because you're afraid of "whatwouldtheythink?"
 

Of course not! Now, you know that never again will you let anyone silence you or frustrate you again. It is important that you defend your right to have that voice, to explore the world with all that rich, creative curiosity you had as a child.

In fact, you might have an advantage over all the other ones because you still have all that life force curiosity and creativity still unrealized and there's nothing holding you back now. The world is your oyster, my friend, and you can speak and move and have your brave being without apology ever again.