Shine the Light

 It's a breezy afternoon, the windows are open, nothing is too pressing, and thoughts have gone elsewhere, to be dissolved and reintegrated as something else...

 Letting go and closing my eyes, I see it there, again, as it is always there; An indescribable source of Light, shining in infinite direction and distance, forever.

 At the center of All Things is The Light, not as it might appear in one's imagination, but existing in more dimensions than the simple space time continuum we think we know. It is the Source Light, and from it drifts the fallout of it manifesting itself, like the tiny pieces of ash that drift from an arc lamp, in all directions, which is more than we can imagine, with the constraints of three dimensions and linear time that limit our perception.

 Only by letting go of this world and allowing the mind to open can we become aware of this. Only through practice can we manage this experience.

 This Source Light of infinite gravity and uncontainable energy is a paradox, resolved only by releasing itself, to manifest microcosms of existence such as ours. Maybe this is the source of the Big Bang. Maybe this is the source of a nearly infinite number of Big Bangs, spinning a Universe of Universes, each with it's on set of elemental parameters and laws of physics. But that hardly matters. No pun intended...

 As these flakes of ash, chock full of the Energy of Source Light, go spinning away, their brief flame-out is the history of the entire universe each contains, in relative time to the Source Light, itself. Yet to us they seem like infinite expanses of galaxies, a dizzying array of data, so strongly effecting some of us that we deify this process.

It doesn't stop there.

 We go further down the rabbit hole, dividing ourselves according to the perception and identification of these deifications, even killing each other, en masse, over this silly, sad game.  
 But it goes farther, still. Rather than turn off our ego mechanism, designed to help us cope with this experience, among other things, we begin to believe that these egos, and these temporal fleshly bodies that house us, are all we are or will ever be.

 We take ownership of each other, exploit each other, divide ourselves by skin color, sex, belief system, property collection and power structure, until we begin to beleive these descriptions, ourselves. We carry cards associating us with each other, and learn to pre judge others by their mere affiliation with one group or another.
 Large collections of us regularly tap into and poison the very planet we live on, believing that our ego's will survive, somehow, when in reality, we are but living cells in an organic circus, a spinoff of the Source Light, a tiny reflection of it in every way, as big as our entire universe, and as connected to each other as your own right and left hands.
 Still, we battle on with a fight that does not exist, except within our own minds and hearts, as we have been taught to do. Not one of us is born with hate, or prejudice, or a desire to kill for profit. We enter this world as a reflection of the Source Light, infused with the tiny flecks of matter, speeding away from it, in our journey of entropy, as our lives spend out and our universe drifts apart from itself.
 We struggle to understand the physics of this, often using our limited knowledge to weaponize whatever truth we find there, for hatred or for profit. We seem incapable of understanding simple concepts, as we are blinded by our egos and the stories they adhere to.
 It is not Light that moves at 186000 miles a second. The Source Light doesn't move at all. Reality as we know it is developing, to our perception, at 186000 miles a second, which we see as a timeline. This is why light from a standing source, or light from a moving object, both appear to be moving at that speed. It doesn't matter, as we can only perceive the movement of light through our limited perception, not nearly broad enough to understand that the entire universe is moving, in more directions than we can ever know, from a center we can never see or read with the instruments of science.


 But look inside. Let your thoughts be pushed away from a growing bubble in the center of your mind's eye. Lose your name, your knowledge, you fears and expectations, one by one. Allow yourself to slip free, and begin to drift above your body. Let the Light begin to filter in.... let it grow....


 We are not alone. We are but a working segment of an organic field, infused with the Source Light. It manifests as consciousness as it merges with physical reality. A consciousness that, on some level, permeates everything in that physical reality.

 We have received the gift of self awareness in this. We have the reasoning to know we are aware, and wonder why. Perhaps it is The Passion, a desire for physical life so strong that it can overcome incredible odds to keep growing. Perhaps it is the desire to experience Love, to express in a physical realm, that which cannot be expressed completely elsewhere. Or perhaps it is the Source Light itself, yearning for the individual experiences, ups and downs, trials and discoveries that make up our lives. Those things too personal and close to be experienced by Everything, All At Once. And maybe each of these human experiences is some how absorbed, recorded emotionally and physically by that which has no emotion or physicality.

What ever the case, we are not alone. We are here, together, to find a way, to express that passion for life, to create and find that Love. And we are not simply conscious bags of meat, to be cut down for some selfish purpose or be enslaved and exploited by others. We are not our egos, a synapse powered glitch, bent on power over everything we touch or see.

We are an expression of love, we are star dust, and we are the light.

Shine it, won't you?
You're beautiful when you shine.