Synchronicity

Oh, to dream the dream of Vishnu.

Where the lotus unfolds from his navel bearing Brahma, a universe is born.

Vishnu closes his eyes.

The Universe fades.

He opens his eyes.

Another one is born.

He closes his eyes.

The dream dissolves.

The Great Brahma's role has ended, thus the Gods implode upon one another, allowing for the next Brahma to take his place among the Timeless. To create for himself a million, searing Universes.

Bang.

A big one, big enough to bust a singularity into a seemingly endless collection of potential matter. Time is once again introduced into the system. Galaxies, nebulae, planets, and stars are all formed by this mysterious, formless craftsman.

Many suns are introduced so that they may bring light to life, eat away the darkness. The moons hang desolate within the shadow.

Death. A cosmic and hungry death built to devour time itself.

The Gods implode upon one another, molding into another singularity.

Bang.

Rebirth.

Quoting Michael Talbot from his book, The Holographic Universe, page 79 of the paperback:

"According to Bohm, the apparent separateness of consciousness and matter is an illusion, an artifact that occurs only after both have unfolded into the explicate world of objects and sequential time. If there is no division between mind and matter in the implicate, the ground from which all things spring, then it is not unusual to expect that reality might still be shot through with traces of this deep connectivity. F. David Peat (a physicist) believes that synchronicities are therefore 'flaws' in the fabric of reality, momentary fissures that allow us a brief glimpse of immense and unitary order underlying all nature."

Do we not all have synchronicity in our lives, at some point? Call it fate, destiny, but in essence they are those unexplainable moments that occur and defy all rational probability. A connective tissue of alien organs. As Talbot suggests, you hear a word for the first time, and it is repeated randomly throughout your day. A name that meant nothing before now has all the meaning in the world, and everybody somehow has something to do with it. Deja Vu, anyone?

Science and mysticism can work in tandem, and it is only through this way that our society may progress. There are so many things that hurt me when I observe them--here and now in this place. Our television is such a frightful device designed to persuade and poison the mind. Children are growing up in a world that has no wonder or mystery--a land of dead beasts and fallen angels, where the power of belief is chastised and cast out. Compassion is a secondary emotion.

Even our religious ethics designed to do good in the world have been warped into some strange concoction that somehow defies our place in nature.

Man, born from the earth at his feet, installing himself as his own enemy.

When I examine a religion that praises itself for being old, I would say all the more wiser--but you'd best actually be old.

The Ancient Greeks before the Hellenistic Period. Shamanic tribes married to nature. The humble Hindu, pre-Buddhist, frozen in deep meditation thousands of years BC. Ah, what undeniable truth for anyone willing to open their eyes.

What sacred wisdom.

There is but One Source whose heartbeat stills our empty minds. Listen to silence, you might catch the rhythm of the Universe.

Om Mani Padme Hum

Tat Tvam Asi - Thou Art That. Nothing separate, but only of yourself, of your own dream, a bubble rising to surface in this grand ocean.

"Behold this dreamer cometh."
-Genesis 37:19

We witness but glimpses of this captivating unity. They are the smaller things in life that communicate the message to us, that our journey though difficult contains no material vessel. That dogmatic institutions that kill nature are the institutions of man's ignorance. They kill God. They kill our children.

We seek self-mastery, we seek self-salvation.

I desire deliverance from this continuous duality.

Grant me a lotus of my own, that I may float through the passageways of our ancients. Lay me to sleep with all that is my Universe.

Show me time without time and all that is deathless.

Maybe I am but a synchronicity.