BEGINNINGS/ENDINGS

 

 

 

Most think that life is a cosmic delight

Or a fruitless attempt to just 'get it right'.

Whatever you choose, remember this tip:

Truth means a perfect relationship.

 

 

 

 

“Foundation stuff”, that’s what I do; from the top up to the bottom down and all appearances betwixt; rooting out the Great Cosmic Joke, in all its myriad occurrences as it resides in all of our grand theories of thought.

 

On the one hand, life is the medium of perception, a god-like ability to pass through a stage of matter and focus on one end: universal self-awareness; God, ‘the X factor’, wants to see itself.

 

On the other hand, “Life is a shimmering interplay of forces that can at any moment erupt into tragedy, comedy or ecstasy – and only the mercurial spirit of play can cope with these bewildering changes.” (A. McGlashen, Gravity and Levity)

 

The game of life is, of course, "Hide and Seek".

 

I'm not here to tell you what you probably want to hear, but what needs to be heard should you want to get out of this game alive.

 

So, how is your life? Want to play?

 

COME AND SEE WHY THE MYSTIC SMILES,

AND THE PHILOSOPHER WEEPS WHILE AN ENDLESS

SUPPLY OF LAWMAKERS DANCE ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK.

 

 

I’m Insane? You’re Insane!

 

 

To the desert go prophets and hermits; through deserts go pilgrims and exiles. Here the leaders of the great religions have sought the therapeutic and spiritual values of retreat, not to escape but to find reality. 1

 

 

In the mystical quiet of my hi-desert abode, I watch as the sun makes its appearance, each and every morning. These are my ‘golden hours’ and many times I become entranced by the revelations that visit me. The ambience can hardly be described. Sometimes I feel... well, it’s like I’m sitting around a campfire talking to God.

 

But no Religion owns me. What I have is not original or even unique; it’s called religiosity. And sometimes, I feel ‘touched’.

 

I am driven by silence.

God hides in the silence,

And as many a wayfarer knows

How deafening be silence.

 

By pure coincidence and the quirks of fate, I’ve been given to know the top secret of the universe. I’ve felt “the rhythm to which all creation dances.” I have looked within; and been given a glimpse of the causal nexus of the material world and its etheric host. Thus I’ve watched a universe unfold, grow, flower to maturity and then decay – only to be reborn once again elsewhere. Not just once, but over and over again, “at every throb of the heart divine” (Poe).

 

That was many years ago. Since then, I have come to wonder, and to wander, and question. And finally, to answer. But, how do you tell the modern consumer, bred on the fictions of Science and Religion, that the world they've studied for a quarter of a century is nothing like it appears; or like that which they've been led to believe in?

 

The world constantly speaks to us. And we constantly refuse to listen. We don’t recognize the language anymore. The gods speak in signs. And co-incidence. And through messengers (angels?). Or through the prophetic and sometimes ecstatic state of mind.

 

We experience it as a child, we hear it, and some even see it. But then we mature (‘ripen’), until in order to really know the creation, we must first sacrifice that which creates it, until only a dim shadow remains. It becomes as limited as our perceptions and conceptions, and all the other gross limitations of finitude, can make it. Especially, our language.

 

As I live out my 72nd year on this planet, and the 12th year of the 21st century, and the 36th year in the authorship of this testament, I’m still wondering: will we ever resolve to improve our language and its concurrent “way of thought” so that it finally serves us, or do we continue to serve it and the many erroneous beliefs that it contains?

 

The theme of this work is that the how and why aspects of our universe are so simple that a six year old enquiring mind (be he marginally sophisticated) can understand it, whereas, a big-brained adult with his ‘word-hoard’ – gained at the enormous expense of a quarter-century of education – cannot.

 

I have been doing little else than studying science, religion and philosophy for over 40 years. But I don’t do either. I am a traveling epistemologist. What I do is the art of wondering by wandering. My journey is my Journyl. I have searched for and finally found the proper criterion of Truth. The above three theories of thought along with their histories, have been my primary tools, but none are my master.

 

I’ve never been burdened with – or imprisoned by – belief, faith, hope or ideology.  But I’ve long been bearing in mind an idea and the need to understand whether it could possibly be true; an idea I had at age 6 or 7 when I wondered what it was that seemed to be holding me on this planet. Why did I have weight (and what were those stars up in the night sky, and generally: why was there something rather than nothing, and who am I, this lonely ‘island universe’, to be here and able to witness it? And so on, and so on…)?

 

Weight is not a force. It is not gravitational attraction. There is no such thing. This is probably the most important part of Einstein’s legacy. There is only inertial mass: that which resists changes in motion (acceleration). Weight is nothing more (or less) than our sixth sensation. Why did we miss this obvious truth? By whose authority did we forget about our most meaningful and profound – but least obvious – sensation?

 

Weight is our primal sensation, the most relentless, endless and dominant sensation we have. And its secrets are the stuff of legend.

 

While weight comes mostly from our sensation of inertia, the resistance to change, universal (orbital) gravitation is simply the overcoming of inertia; that is, the breakdown of resistance through matter’s ability to curve space and time. This seemingly magical resistant force “not only conditions the behavior of inert masses, but is also conditioned in its state by them2 (Einstein). So inertia is fundamental, both as a force and as a sensation.

 

This is all non-mathematical and completely picturable (imaginary) stuff; the only thing needed being “a mental image to which, with some practice, we shall soon grow accustomed”. (Ibid).

 

That mental image is a theme that will soon dominate this entire work.

 

The Humanistic Problem

 

Problem: we create a language seeking precise definition in an acknowledged dualistic, thus, paradoxical world that ultimately defies definition. This is compounded by our futile effort to measure what cannot be ultimately measured (“the measurement problem”, in physics). The entire world of appearance is a proximity effect of our observations and measurements. Call it “Virtuality”

 

To show how our language is visually oriented, Think about our sensorium:

We see a world – out there.

We hear a world – out there.

We smell, taste and touch a world – out there.

But we always weigh, not the world out there, but our exalted selves!

 

What’s wrong with this? Why do we deny this ‘sixth’ sense, this most relentless, demanding, continuous and mysterious of all our sensations? Why are we so ignorant concerning the subject called weight?

 

Because ignorance comes from what we ignore. Ignorance grows out of what we choose to ignore in the same way that knowledge grows from what we choose to acknowledge. So the constant battle of our sensations is between what is ignored and what cannot be ignored. For instance, the eternal mystery of weight versus the compelling witness of the “seeing is believing” world of appearance. The former dominates the actions of the body – which we ignore – while the latter dominates the actions of the controlling mind, which we cannot ignore.

 

What we see with the eyes is not the territory, but the best map we are allowed to have. To fully comprehend the territory you must plug in that sensation you’ve been ignoring your entire life. The sensation of weight allows us to see in between those slices of space-time (wave peaks and valleys) that light waves offer.

 

To show how our language is connoted for our convenience, Think about our impasse:

 

MODERN: (L. modus: measure < just now) A history of our living language.

“Latin modus meant originally ‘measure’ (it came from the same Indo-European base, *met-, *med-, as produced English measure and metre).  It subsequently spread out semantically to ‘size,’ ‘limit,’ ‘way, method,’ and ‘rhythm, harmony.’…Its ablative form modo hence originally denoted ‘to the measure,’ but it subsequently came to be used as an adverb meaning ‘just now.’ ” (John Ayto, Dictionary of Word Origins)

 

SO: Modern man, by definition, is “the measurer.”  He’s been modern now for at least 2500 years:  “Man is the measure of all things,” (Protagoras, 500 BC)

 

Recently, however, “the measurer” has discovered that his universe is not a construct of three normalized dimensions, as observation and common sense dictate and “official culture” relies upon, but four dimensions, which ultimately means that its finite nature comes into question and universe thus may be immeasurable!

 

The four-dimensional world is no mere illustration; it is the real world of physics…thus length and duration are not things inherent in the external world. (Sir Arthur Eddington, Space, Time and Gravitation)

 

Size itself, measure and number are mere appearance and metaphor, and they should not be mistaken for some ultimate invariant—they should not be idolized. (Roger S. Jones, Physics as Metaphor)

 

So, if we know the world is four dimensional, not just three; and if we do not see or measure in things their “fourth degree of freedom of motion,” but only three, then we must not only question the reliability of our visual perception and, perhaps, the entire nature of perception, but also the basic concept of measurement and thus science itself. And once we do this and come to grips with what we find; once we tear down the artificial barriers we’ve constructed to disguise what is feared the most – the so-called “missing variable” – the results will astound, enrage or, possibly, even enlighten you.

 

We have found a paradoxical universe surrounding our sensations and perceptions; and there is simply no philosophy offered by its discoverers to deal with this paradox. And since language conveys its philosophy, therein lays the problem, a problem we’ve had now for millennia; a language trying to be precisely defined in a world that defies definition.

 

True four-dimensionality is how our universe works. Changing a wave-field continuum into a discontinuous particle nature is the secret of seeing it. The truth of the matter is that our sciences only acknowledge the latter. It champions the ‘seeing-is-believing’ world of the 3rd dimension; but, as usual, ignores that which creates it. The religion called Science has a jealous god with an impossible dream:

 

A world without cause, except our new laws

At the heart of the modern machine. (Joy, the Rime)

 

It is the mystery of weight that keeps science afloat. Because once you know the cause of weight you will be on the road to knowing the cause of everything else. And with that much philosophical underpinning removed from the endeavor, “there would be no more goals to strive after”. This is why gravity is such a sacred cow; to be revered, not understood.

  

There is no official, no expert, or specialist; no scientist, no preacher, no pope and no prince with a monopoly on truth. You cannot spread the blame of your ignorance any longer.

 

It’s time for everyman to quit relying on the authority of ‘experts’ and step up his innate powers of common understanding. You don’t need the university any more than you need the church to find truth. It’s on the tip of your nose, staring you in the face – if only one learns to use all the sensations in order to see. Because something wonderful will happen: the self-reference one eventually confronts becomes our new foundation of moral and ethical experience. How can you not love and want to protect what you ultimately are?

 

To see and be as gods once again, you must first shed your finite disguise. The world of appearance is a playground or a prison. You are free to make your own choice.

 

Notes

1. Paul Shepard, Man In the Landscape, (I found this little gem from Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer)

2. Albert Einstein, Sidelights on Relativity

 

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