The Parts Can Communicate with the Whole

 

“Lord, I feel you want me to do more of the mystical stuff, ‘entering’ You and so forth.”

Yes, and you can remove the scare quotes.  There is nothing strange about it.  That is how the universe is.  The parts can communicate with the whole.  It is no more mystical or mysterious than your ability to move your arm. 

Actually, since Descartes introduced a sharp mind-body distinction, how the mind moves the body has been a philosophical mystery.  But, in actual life, it is not.  The parts can communicate with the whole and vice versa.  But I had never thought of the universe that way.

I continued to have experiences of divine indwelling and partial union with God.  Now that I am used to them, they do seem similar to getting lost in an experience.  God mentioned music as one example, and we all know that feeling.  Sometimes you are not something separate, standing back and noting the music—you are immersed in it with your whole frame, without reserve.  However, the more radical, “dissolution of self” mystical experiences—I may have had them two or three times—make me uneasy and I avoid them.

The Creative Spiritual Edge

The Creative Spiritual Edge    

Buber was saved from the brink of suicide by reading Immanuel Kant.  Unsolvable questions arise, Kant argues, from trying to reason about space and time as if they were characteristics of reality in itself.  They are really just forms of our experience, he says.  This reassuring view gave Buber “philosophical peace.”

There now came to Buber “an intuition of eternity,” not as endless time, but as “Being as such.”  I moved deeply into myself to get some sense of what this might mean.  I felt a great rushing, gushing, like a geyser, welling up inside me and rising up through all tiers of reality, an energy or life-force, creative and growing, but much more basic and undifferentiated than these terms would suggest, as if it were the very Being of these forces, running through the whole of reality.  It rushed, expanded, created, grew not just outwardly but in a vertical dimension as well, from the primordial base up to the creative spiritual edge.  It was, in some sense, erotic energy from bottom to top, with no level, not even the most elemental, ever eclipsed.  The vision ended, I slumped back in my seat, breathing hard.

Einstein’s theory is child’s play.

Einstein’s theory is child’s play.

My nature, the true nature of the universe, of Being, and My relation to human beings, to their role and destiny, is complex.  Einstein’s theory of relativity is child’s play by comparison.  An adequate understanding cuts across some of the categories human beings find most natural, though they are really profoundly “unnatural” (and I mean that in the eerie sense).  They are warped; they often represent disorders of the soul, distortions of Being.

I Too Can Only Grow Through Suffering

 Karma is the Hindu idea that actions, both good and bad, have consequences for a person’s character and fate.

Human beings must learn a lesson.  They are not in this life to sit in the lap of luxury.  It is a challenge, a test.  They can only grow through suffering.  I too can only grow through suffering.  The main suffering is through the consequences of their own actions.  That is the most intense suffering, the kind of suffering that leads to suicide.

There Can Be No Love Without Difference

“Lord, Pherecydes also says the world was composed of opposites.”

There can be no love without difference, no harmony or balance without opposing items or forces, no magnetism without the magnet and its object, and so on.

Mystic merging is not quite right.  You (people) need to live out your lives in relation to, in concert with Me, but it would serve no purpose, karmic or otherwise, for you to get lost in Me, like a drop of water in the sea.

I knew that I wanted to love Abigail, not to merge into her, or to have her merge into me.  There is not just unity, but creative tension as well.

“The Eternal Already had the Potential to be a Person.”

“Lord, what was there before?  What motivates the act of creation?”

I received the following words and images which I recorded in my notes.

“A feeling of loneliness, of searching, reaching—not yet a Person.  Expanding into the great emptiness of Nothing, which is ‘infinitely empty’ far beyond (far more empty than) empty spaces.  ‘Who am I?  What am I?  Am I an I?  What is an I?’  A chaotic feeling of the infinite rushing at the edges.”

“Lord, why did eternity ‘shatter’ in this way?  Did the still, self-sufficient stuff explode?”

I received the sense:  “Brittle, crystalline, too perfect, static, isolated, removed, alone, bored, incomplete.  The eternal already had the potential to be a Person but could not do so without creating time.”

And I also got the feeling that God desperately wants to be understood.

 

If It Weren’t For the Honor of the Thing …

I remembered Abraham Lincoln’s story about the man who was tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail.  “If it weren’t for the honor of the thing,” the man said, “I would rather have walked.”  And I had seen the war movies, “You will have the honor of leading the assault.”  Some honors aren’t worth it.

I did feel the honor.  God was about to put His seal on this role for me, a role more suitable for a real Elijah.  I felt a swell of pride, as I was being told this, and immediately the line went dead.  Ego had broken the connection.