Parallel Dimensions
What is real and what is it to be human? These are themes and questions best answered by art, spirituality, science, culture and comedy.
What is the potential of the human being? As more people accept and explore the potentials of their consciousness, there appears to be a lack of reliable guidance. Or is that just me?
Our culture is no longer a small set of stories that neatly defines and limits our reality. We have access to all the cultures of the world and the imagination of our artists and storytellers has opened up the possibility in our imaginations of a mind without limits. The fate of our realm, our world, our existence, our universe may end up being decided in one mind. And if that is so, then the potential will be there in many minds. The generations coming up seem even more open. An older African said to me, "the old ones are coming back. Have you seen the way the babies open their eyes and are aware so young?"
The message is so old and tired but calls to us all the same, "join this group and save the planet/yourself/everyone and there is the chance of personal and planetary change and transformation."
When there are echoes of what we need to know in information about the more mundane, in advertising and the claims of organisations, then people get very interested.
Who are we working for and how does it work?
Where are the teachers for the next generations? Who has charted the territory?
Practical Solutions
Equally applicable to practical and abstract endeavours is the advice to pay attention and concentrate.
Permaculture is a modern movement and practice that has rediscovered and embodied older techniques of agriculture. It makes good use of the western mind by first using design to plan the use of a piece of land and then the planting is based on polyculture rather than monoculture. In permaculture terminology, a group of plants that grows well together is called a guild. An ancient example of guild planting and polyculture is the planting of maize, beans and squashes by indigenous people in the americas.
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A few weeks before I had been to a monastery where I had done drumming, voice and gong work. It was a powerful place to open myself up with the power of sound and that night I had the strangest night. I left the monastery the next day although I had intended to stay longer. I ran away really, ran home. That part of my mind that thinks in words was shouting at me that I would never get out of the monastery, that I would lose my home and possesions, that the thing that seemed to be waking up inside of me would transform me forever and there would be no going back and I had no idea of what I would become and all illusion of control would be gone. The next few weeks my world was brighter and the colours more intense, the connection between my mind and my reality felt strong and the feeling that anything could happen was ever present. Then one day as I was sitting there, a thought entered my head that it was all over, that it was the end. I stood up dismayed and walked to the window and looked out and it really felt to me as if this was the end. The words of the music I was listening to sang out, "if you don't know what you're here for, better make a living and be a man". At that moment a friendly face appeared at the garden gate and I was thankfully distracted from my reverie, pulled back from the brink. A week or so later and I was watching Fire On The Mountain.
