I believe my concept of making a model of the universe began in 1976. I was trying to deal with the pain of my head injury from my car wreck a year earlier. The more complex I made my thoughts the less pain I had. I'm not sure when I came up with the concept that the universe was created out of nothing by imagination.
Books like Hyperspace by Michio Kaku and Surfing Through Hyperspace by Clifford A. Pickover feed the science side of the equation. My spiritual side of my equation was given to me by the five women I have loved in my life. Each lady showing me a different part of my soul.
The below post is the final brushstroke on this artwork of the mind's eye.
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WHEN THE SELF IS KNOWN
The form of existence is an effect of the Self. Whatever you see is the secret of the Self. When the Self awoke to consciousness it revealed the universe of Thought.
By the Self the seed of hostility is sown in the world. It imagines itself to be other than Self. It makes from itself the form of others in order to multiply the pleasure of strife. It is slaying by the strength of its arm that it may become conscious of its own strength. Its Self deceptions are the essence of the life like the rose it lives by bathing itself in blood.
For the sake of single rose it destroys a hundred rose gardens and makes a hundred lamentations in quest of single melody.
For one sky it produces a hundred new moons and for one word a hundred discourses. The excuse for this wastefulness and creativity is the shaping and perfecting of spiritual beauty.
It’s the fate of the moths to consume in the flame. The sufferings of the moth is justified by the candle . The pencil of Self limned a hundred todays to achieve the dawn of a single morrow.
It’s a flame burned a hundred Abrahams that the lamp of one Mohammad might be lighted. Subject , Object means and causes they all exist for the purpose of action. The Self rises , kindles, falls, glows, breathes, burns ,shines ,walks and flies. The speciousness of time is its arena , heaven is a billow of the dust on the road.
From the rose planting the world abounds in roses, night is born of its sleep, day springs from its waking . It divided its flame into a spark and taught the understanding to worship
the particulars. It dissolved itself and created the atoms , it was scattered for a little while and created the sands. Then it wearied dispersion and by reuniting it became the mountains. It’s the nature of the Self to manifest . In every atom slumbers the might of the Self .
Power that is expressed and inert chains the faculties which lead to action. In as much as the life of the universe comes from the strength of the Self. Life is the proportion to its strength. When a drop of water gets the Self’s lesson by heart, it makes its worthless existence a pearl.
Wine is formless because it’s Self is weak. It receives a form by the favour of the cup. Although a cup of wine assumes a form it is indebted to us for its motion. When a mountain looses its Self it turns into sand and complains that the sea surges over it.
But the wave as it remains a wave in the sea’s bosom makes itself a rider on the sea’s back
Taken from The Secrets of the Self
Very nice. I am the product of a culture with a shallow mythology.
I would use the word ego in place of self.
Ego is the destroyer of all things.
Ego is the root of all evil.
Ego is our enemy.
Imagination is not ego bound.
True love is the destroyer of ego.
Happiness is ego lost.
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