When describing how energy can unfold from one point there are two ways I deduce such, the first is through points which accumulate and create the dimensions of space, the second is through awareness expanding through spherical movements. Building a matrix of energy seems to call for both of these varieties to take place, yet consideration of this sort is dependent on a rather indefinable foundation, a void, vacuum, or nothingness that seems to be.
Paradox has to be One's bedfellow in metaphysical contemplation. There are Absolutes in creation, just as two plus two equals four (except of course when it doesn't!), but how do we define that which is in principle no thing? Okay, so this wasn't the question that put me into reflection, but it is the fork in the stream of thought that provided remembrance to a quality of Nature that had slipped from consciousness, even if only temporarily.
Through relation the solution was readily available and it took a matter of hours before I had something to offer. The question was something of the sort "why can't we look at both ways at the same time? where do the straight lines and curves meet in expansion?" My first idea was that we can't look at both happening in the same moment unless we are there, creating something out of nothing. That to combine the two is the essence of creation, and such would be as a seed falling from a tree. The difference between a story about a salad and actually eating the salad, some things must be experienced to be grasped even in the slightest.
Then it came to me, these are two ways of expansion from a masculine logical perspective, a static system of growth. All that is static can be comprehended as such through definition, through the masculine way of forming a structure. Yet the feminine is the movement off of this structure, the feeling that pushes one into two, or draws awareness into the sphere of It's Self. So there are two different parts that are also inherent to this system of quantifying energy and how the manifest world can be. The definition and the feeling.
If we can think the masculine side of creation than we can certainly feel the feminine side. Neither of these suggest that we have to transcend the physical or practical existence of such, for to Self-realize through a body is to already be in a body. Seems silly that we would come all this way just to be undone, let us not have fear of this faint possibility. If the prospect interests you than by all means don't let the way I see such represent anything more than just that, one perspective.
The feeling has been found off and on for me when I relate to birth, to a seed in the soil or that in the temple of the Goddess. What is found is the precursor that is not a void, creation appears to arise from content when we consider how anything can come into being as such is at this moment. A point of reference where everything coalesces into one, like the last word written on a cosmic book. A universe must be born into creation from another, this is what relation speaks to me.
Here rests that great epiphany we find immediately following that of "I AM", that "Nature IS." This is the tether of where all life flows from the vast unknown, a Tree of Life in the garden of eternity. The paradox that tenderly holds all that is like a wisp of smoke in It's fingers, dripping from It's lips as a vibration awakened into life. We are many and we are One. We are all that is and we are the reflection of a radiant light, fractures into countless rays, each unique and as glorious as the next.
We can be a woman and consider the masculine, or be a man and contemplate the feminine, but it takes two to tango. We must dance about in the bliss of union to create life, and while we build a static foundation, we are birthed from the dynamic. It is the Mother who brings the Son, the flower that produces the fruit. So the swirling about of the cosmos, the soup of divine potential, comes into focus through the energetic progression I spoke of briefly, and there is a separation when child is first born....but we are born in the world of our parents, into the Grace that is God. We are born into, not apart from, we grow as a seed into the immaculate forrest where our family awaits us.
No matter how far we wander we are always within something. We are always of creation, and therefore we always have all we need to find within us the feeling of birth, the feeling of newness, a reawakening from slumber into Being.
How does energy expand? Through contraction, turning inside out and right-side in, twisting and flowing about as a vortex that rises and falls at the same time. There are many ways to find the "sacred" that is of pure geometry, there are many ways to combine concepts and perspective into realization just as there are many ways for One to feel the movement of energy.
Now I see the union of the masculine concept of energy expansion. The point is a sphere, traveling straight lines while spinning about in the space of awareness. Connecting the central points of this Self-guided probe of existence we find the points that make up the masculine energy grid. Sometimes I forget that the flower of life is made of spheres, that to contemplate the tetrahedrons and octahedrons of geometry is to simply find points of reference within a sphere or within It's movements. The answer was there all along. Apparently sometimes we have to walk about when we have lost our way if we are to find a familiar marker, a post for which the memory and intuition of direction can rise out of.
I look forward to writing further about the specifics just mentioned. The familiar sense that creation is comprehendible from within creation by way of relation has been brought again into awareness. Never lost are we when only we go inside. The mind, the body, this world, filled with curiosity, energy, entangled strings of Nature discovering It's Self all rising as a feeling. Then trust billows forth from the fire within, radiating out as a warmth that could melt the ice of unconsciousness thought Being alone.
Great Mystery, parent of all that is, thank You for this reflection. For all the questions and challenges of perspective that initiate moments of awakening. The more that is shown in the web of possibility the more profound the silence of thoughtlessness. When the paint of life fills the canvas there is only a choice to consider or not, the natural state is just to look, feel, and let grow the light of inspiration.
May all your moments be filled with presence, gratitude, and art, your past be filled with lessons well learned, and the future riddled with endless opportunities to discover and infinite mystery to inspire.
Blessed Be,
Nathan
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