PROVING Souls

[austintorn@aol.com]

Reality Unveiled

The Prelude

It has been raining for a few days now in the Appalachian mountains of New York, the very rains that flooded Georgia. They once had a long drought there, and prayed for its end, led by their Governor, but the drought continued. Perhaps now they pray for the rains to stop, but it’s still a very rainy night in Georgia.

As we have been fine-tuned by evolution to exist in our little corner of the universe, the water falling from the sky in its pattern of circulation from evaporation is in our best interest, in the general sense, that is, but not so much in the specific sense since any one region may get too much or too little. The farmer has different wishes than those in the wedding party across the road.

My office is usually outside on the back deck for three seasons, even under a big umbrella in light rain, but, due to the heavy downpours, I must retire to my alternate office—the spacious boiler room that is partway underground.

It looks like the end of the world outside now, being almost dark at 3 PM, a fitting day to write about The Beginning, so to speak, although a beginning there never was, for ‘something’ was always around and about, obviously, for the lack of ‘something’ is not in evidence here. While that is elementary, it is not the total unveiling of reality, but is merely the natural state of affairs. And, while the causeless not being able to have any definiteness to it is indeed the ultimate SuperToe, we must still explain how reality operates.

I keep the boiler room dark, even though it has a light, the better for the screen of the laptop to shine in all its colorful glory. So, I traverse the darkness now, like a ninja, led by the glow of the computer’s pulsing sleep indicator, knowing that nothing is in the way.

Here, in this semi-secret chamber, is the one and only jewel-encrusted edition of the ‘Great Omar’ that I fished up from the Titanic lying on the floor of the North Atlantic. Here, too, the cane of GrandMaster West, whose adventures are detailed in ‘Butterflies At the Edge of Forever’. Here, as well, Aristotle’s ‘lost’ book, ‘Beyond Metaphysics’, one of its many variants obtained from the Library of Babel—a repository that contains all possible books, most of them gibberish.

Here, too, some nuggets of gold found in the original Garden of Eden that was located in the heart of the Amazon Jungle, wherein lie massive fields of Lady’s Slippers and all the flowers of Paradise. And the Celtic Chronicles, I have, as well, that I found in an iron box beneath Glastonbury Abbey, and, from the tomb of the Holy Sepulcher—the Grail itself.

Too, the secrets of the DIA, all of which “never happened”, and the Astronomical Wonders of Outer Space, The Secrets of the Universe, The Triumph of Life, Love, and Being, The All-Embracing Realm of the Ultimate, The Magical Moments of Life, and The Universal Day, along with the original drawing of Fredrick’s separation of the forces that shows the Weak and the Strong in their opposition and the electrical and the magnetic in their transition.

Here, as well, a sliver of the True Cross, a small vial containing a drop of the Virgin’s milk, a pebble, from a moon rock, given to me by a polymath who works for the President, plus a smart thinking and talking cricket named Crick, the tip of the spear that pierced the side of the Saviour, a few molecules of immortal air from Egypt, some secret papers retrieved from the shaft of the bottomless CIA trash pit, a thriving rose bush, just outside the window, that was begun from Khayyàm's 11th century garden, ‘Flamberge’—Prince Valiant’s ‘Singing Sword’ (twin to ‘Excalibur’), Thomas Jefferson’s case, an original Ming Dynasty vase, the third [missing] tablet of Commandments, and, on the wall, hanging, Nobody’s epitaph, written by himself and now emblazoned on his tombstone:

Hitherto whereby whence we came?
Are we talking consciousness relative to ‘C’
Or fully present as events they occur
Thence they went?

Do we see a dead star shining brightly
In the fully present Now
Albeit partially past then?

Here, too, one of ProfPat’s protons that can never roll off the end of the desk, ever stopping at the edge and returning, as well as an enlarged copy of the WMAP survey—a blank spot in it perhaps indicating a universal size collision. And, too, the solution to gravity, as well a tennis ball with my initials marked on it in a yin-yang style.

Yet, all of these treasures pale in comparison to Reality’s Truth unveiled.

And so this Truth shall be revealed, presented, displayed, shown, exhibited, released and launched, brought out and disclosed, divulged and made known, broadcast and communicated, in due time, but one must prepare to receive it.

Science and religion converge, but not quite; everything meets Nothing, almost; the definite and the indefinite approach each other, nearly; Beauty becomes the meaning of Truth…


All of these treasures pale in comparison to Reality’s Truth unveiled

Or do they? As we will see in the part after the next

[melanie]

Too bad you do not exist Mel, I might have had a discussion with you but truthfully I find talking to thin air pretty fruitless.

Pointing to Ananda:

1. Do you exist?


Answer:
It is obvious and evident that I exist, denying it will imply that
I must exist to deny it.


Note: Here we are pointing at the Sat aspect = beingness.

2. How do you know that you exist?

Answer:
Simply, I know it.
I exist and I know that I exist.


Note:
Here we are pointing at the Chit aspect = Knowingness.

3. Who knows that it exists?


Answer:
My honest answer is that I don't know.
When I try to to find the assumed knower,no entity of separate agent found.
There is only knowingness, awareness, peacefull space,silence no-thingness, that includes a sensation of fullness and well-being.
Nowhere I can find an entity separated from Consciousness.
There is no "me", nor a substantial, autonomous object to which it is possible to
ascribe the function of knowing and existing by himself.
I can only find ideas and sensations emerging/disappearing in this Present space that I am.


Note:
Here we pointing at the Ananda aspect = bliss, or peace and to the
absence of a separated autonomous I.

In summary:

The realization of our true nature and the absence of a volitive and
autonomous I, existing by itself, separated from the Present Awareness that
we are, is only a mere illusion reinforced by the social conventions.

When the cause of the suffering
[ taking the idea of an I as a fact, victim of
the suffering ]
is revealed as a fallacy or mental creation, immediately disappears it's consequent effect, that is, the suffering.


welcome to (n)ever~land

Pleasure puts you to sleep and pain wakes you up.
If you don't want to suffer, don't go to sleep.

[Mikal]

pain wakes you up.
If you don't want to suffer, don't go to sleep....Mel...

Its not that we have a soul...its that we are a soul.
Pain wakes us up because as Mind or Soul or Psyche we are feeling and willpower.
Pain makes us feel and it takes willpower to get out of pain.

When we find our "beingness", we are Mind and Mind is superior to consciousness because pain=feeling I exist=knowing I exist=consciousness of self existing=awareness that I affect others=maturity!


Regards Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

Reality Unbound

Even if ‘reality’ is a dream or a hologram put in place by a Great Projector, then this ‘projector’ is still a ‘something’, not to mention the mechanism of letting its dream subjects feel the world and its sensations as real, along with the simulation of every subatomic interaction such that all is functional and not just for show, as in a night dream. This is where faith (making something up) stops way too soon, for projectors have parts. This shows that the projector is but an intermediate stage and, if so, fine, and then we can get back to the business of determining the First.

One must fully explain the ramifications of a claim or a word or else it is just a magic show. Just saying that a God or a projector “did it” goes nowhere at all. It ends nothing and says nothing. The only false ‘meaning’ of the use of magic words with no foundation is “Halt; that’s it; done; mystery over”.

This is not to say that we can’t have theories, but presenting theories as fact, instead of saying that it is just a theory, especially of invisible imaginary concepts, is just plain deceptive.

But, the believer wants to believe the theory. So what! One’s wants don’t equate to the truth.

So, what about that First ‘something’, it necessarily having been around for all time—the causeless? If there was nothing ‘there’ then there would still be nothing ‘here’. So, it’s presence was natural and normal, obviously, for there to be a ‘something’, since it is here and does something. Thus, we have the simple Why, but, as always, we wish to delve into the very nature of the basis to learn the How.

Again, in my office, I have the ‘treasure’ of a preliminary but solid indication of the Higgs particle’s existence, which Lisa Randall was nice enough to give me from the LHC’s short startup analysis. Although it is a piece of the puzzle of what already is, fine, but “what is” is only an effect of the nature of reality’s bloom. We wish to know the seed—and certainly one beyond the unwarranted leap of assumption that God or a projector “did it” case-closed kind of invented pronouncement fabricated in the mind.

Necessarily, we can’t get at the ‘something’ directly, unless it is still available somewhere about us, such as in the quantum realm, but that kind of science is yet to come, if at all, and so we can only use our grounded reasoning powers for now.

We could even stop here, knowing for sure that the nonsense of those proclaiming fantasy as gospel is unethical, not to mention that they lack any and all proof of the extraordinary “sure thing” that is preached.

We could even put all those with contradictory variations of ungrounded pronouncements in a room and let them babble and just say “this is so”. At least they might note the arbitrariness of the other “sure” declarations that even they might have made had their social, geographical or familial origins been different.

Why people believe in weird and unknown things is a whole ‘nother subject best addressed by Michael Schermer.

So, a magic God Projector did everything through infinity for all eternity and we will burn if we don’t believe it. Done, finished. Let’s go preach it and convert everyone. Just kidding.

So, there’s no getting away from the original state being ‘something’. So what if its mechanics were to say, generate a hologram. It’s what it does that counts, not the means and implementation by which it does it. So, again, what does the mere messenger matter over the actual message itself? This is true even if there is no real message content of any actual information, meaning that it could even be that there is no cause or purpose of the original ‘something’, the demands and wishes of humans not withstanding, not making it be so one bit by their desires for purpose, rewards and whatnot.

Particular events and specific places, such as in novels, or those of our ‘reality’ are ever entertaining and interesting, but it is the universals beneath that we are after. There could be even more than one universal, indicating some kind of ‘separation’ over the supposed unity. I am one after the universals, for many of my poems and stories have universal themes overriding the specifics.

Again, we could stop, but there’s little else to do at certain times in our intellectual lives… So, we ponder, as we love to, at least admitting to our curious nature of inquiry, some of us exalting in mystery and new learning rather than shunning it with “the end”.

It’s not guaranteed that we will get anywhere, but that would be information in itself that it matters not if we can’t, for who could be blamed or shamed?

So, we are as free to be as a bee within its form to smell the roses and enjoy the nectar.

“Must do this; must do that to be saved.” Blah, blah, blah. These are arbitrary contradictions clashing away.

What, then is Everything? One one hand it is the total of all that always was and what it generated or combined into, but, on the other it is how the original stuff operates and all that has become of it.

[melanie]

pain wakes you up.
If you don't want to suffer, don't go to sleep....Mel...

Its not that we have a soul...its that we are a soul.
Pain wakes us up because as Mind or Soul or Psyche we are feeling and willpower.
Pain makes us feel and it takes willpower to get out of pain.

When we find our "beingness", we are Mind and Mind is superior to consciousness because pain=feeling I exist=knowing I exist=consciousness of self existing=awareness that I affect others=maturity!


Regards Mikal

When we find our 'beingness' which is 'nothing' being 'everything'

It's like we've woken from a deep sleep of forgetfulness, we come to realize that there is no separate 'me' 'i' or 'you' or any other self,
and that all there is, is beingness, playing multiplicity / diversity, through and as the many facets of it's one same self, beingness or oneness, is one without a second.
That's what i mean Mikal when i say i do not exist, i'm talking about my own assumed identity / name.
In reality, there is no melanie, except in this conception, within the dream of separation.

IT is oneness playing twoness.
A divine paradox, an illusion, because, form is only ever the reflection of the formless, which is consciousness.



Anyhow, thanks for your reply Mikal, does that mean we are talking again now ? I hope so.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Essence and Existence

Lest we forget the place of everyday life compared to that of the Quest For Everything, let us place it in its proper and totally superior position.

It was the above thought that I pondered as I ran my fingers along the blade of ‘Flamberge’, although not upon its edge, for that would have drawn blood without even the slightest press against. This sword had been forged from metal that was not of the Earth, but from that of a meteorite. (imagination)

Which is more important? Existence or its essence?

Well, existence is what we have been thrust into, like it or not, unasked, and so it must be dealt with, while essence need not be, that much, nor perhaps could it ever be known in all its details that reside so many orders of magnitude below—within a nested regress of Chinese boxes. What can a proton say?

Besides, we know existence, first hand, for we are it! However, our state of being doesn’t even open a window into its next level down, much less to the ultimate essence that is even beyond and beneath what glory shines in the heart of a glowing quark. We don’t directly feel atoms moving, electric pulses traveling, or our bonding hormones operating.

So, existence has the highest priority, it trumping essence almost out of the picture but for some quiet reflective moments of “What’s it all about?” Of course, the discovering and learning of the facts of current and prior existence such as those revealed through the natural sciences of biology, chemistry, physics, neurology, evolution, genetics and so on ever inform us on our existence as it has come to be, being a real road that leads in the direction of the actual home of essence rather than to a ghost town.

Existence is not a ‘wrong’ message to be thrown away, ignored, or to be constantly waved aside, unless one wishes to dump this life and the universe into the trash can. Existence is exactly what we are.

Blah, blah blah… Extinguish the self that nature made… Don’t use the brain fashioned over millions of years—one so expensively wrought by evolution and needing of a large part of our energy, oxygen, and blood… Blah, blah, blah. Consult the invisible and undetectable soul… Blah, blah, blah. No ego allowed. The priest slowly waves the smoke-filled censor down the aisle to dispel the evil spirits… Bleak and imaginary.

Life is to be lived. Not to do so only ever moves one toward death. Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. Those not busy living are busy dying. Life is. So, existence ‘precedes’ essence, even though essence came first. We are the Cosmos come to life.

So, then, who cares about The Theory of Everything but as an intellectual exercise! Live, love, and dance to enjoy the triumph of life, love, and being.

I seem to be reversing myself here. Is the deepest nature of reality important to search out or not?

Yes and no. All of life goes on quite well without it; yet, some of life is warped by the presentation of imagination as fact. It is not enough that no evidence exists, at all, much less any extraordinary evidence for the extraordinary claims preached as truth to young children through merciless indoctrination. Myths will not get the world through its crises, some of them even caused by those yet mired in the mythic age. Pandora’s Box of Truth opens by itself, no matter some delays from those trying to prevent it.

The search for the narrowing of the Truth of All can take us beyond the confines of the made-up legends, although it may ever evade us, at the worst, but at least become better cornered, or even found, at its best. This quest, too, can inform our existence, to some extent, as much as it may, whichever way it goes, someday; but life will still go on day-to-day, as it must, the finds not really so much mattering to those who already embrace the human condition and its joys and sorrows, those aspects being the necessary and dual sides of Beauty enshrined as both the dark valleys and the mountainous heights.

Again, we could stop now, much remaining the same. There is love, sunshine, friends, nature, adventure, fun, good sleep and nourishment. What more could a human being want?