Recycled Rainbow 2011: COSMOS

We cannot imagine the cosmos without chaos, harmony without dissonance, ornaments without emptiness, order without confusion …. evolving like a flower, the worldly life, the Universe, all of manifest existence, all the realms of consciousness, ending where they begin, building your own Big Bang!

When we gaze into space we see an organized chaos we identify with ourselves. The color and beauty, the dark, cold, and distant, the warm, bright, and near, as empty as it seems full, an explosion of life, seemingly random patterns of creation perfectly fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. They have as much in common as they have differences, just like the rest of us.

- everyman

We are the cosmos. You are me are we are this house, this street, all these people, animals. It’s one thing with moving parts. Movement is connected by infinite little strings, everything to everything else and it all is conscious.

Perspective matters. If I make a realization that I am not I, that I am connected, if I really know this to be true, and if I meditate on this and operate under this assumption all day long, wonderful weird synchronicities happen.

If I shift my perspective and bring it back to my ego self, my understanding collapses and I just become a part, a cog–deaf and blind to sign.

Chaos is really interconnection. It’s difficult–numbers matter. The monad, dyad. Fibonacci. Follow the synchronicities in the symbols you encounter–they will lead you through a mystical detective story that has personal meaning and universal relevance.

Creativity–the cosmos wants it. It wants you to speak, it wants you to interact with it. It is you–it is living.

Ethics matter. If you are to become one with the whole, the whole wants to know that you have a compact with it, that you are reliable through and through, that you are asking things for not only personal reasons, but for a wider caring too.

Yet the cosmos is loving. It loves us. This is the underlying water, the water that lifts all boats. You can even reason with it. You can pray (I do about an hour of typed prayers daily.) You can ask for things for yourself. I like to ask for it to give me right perspective, for enough material comfort to be OK, and constantly for situations for my loved ones to improve.

You can send out a question to the cosmos and you’ll get an answer back. You can ask for a solution to a problem, and usually it will send one. You are part of it–and it is a gigantic quantum computer.

Visualization matters. Having good heart for everyone and everything matters. Remembering constantly that the person over “there” who you don’t even know is just another grain of yourself on this visual plane–that if you look at each other, it is the cosmos looking at itself through different eyeholes–that realization matters.

If you ask for a specific result you might not get it, but you might get its equivalent somehow else.

Integrity is just so important. Right feeling. Proper conduct.

Mindfulness matters. Noting mentally every shift in noise and how it relates to what you are thinking at the time is an excellent way to sync in and realize we are one.

Sometimes you might get up from the couch and suddenly the traffic noise outside matches your every footstep, turn and thought.

This is being awake–recognizing the ballet, joining in the ballet.

Quantum interactions are not just quantum interactions–they have repercussions on a visual, macro level.

So you can be in a state where you are not recognizing the connection–you can break away from the cloth–this is the unawakened state.

You can also be in a state where you are in the flow, where your being resonates with the big being. This is being awakened.

You can relax and slumber if you like. You don’t have to be awake all the time.

Being under the sky helps. Visualization helps. The flower–after I am done with my yoga breathing exercises, sometimes I am lying down on the floor and relaxing, imagining myself as a flower opening.

Breathing helps. I am trying to breath deeply all the time, and with each breath, I think, I am breathing this reality in and out, I am this reality.

- Kathy Ireland Smith

I tie illusory lie to flux flower
Like Lotus flow which rises pristine from dark and dirty water
Like Lotus flux which blooms and seeds simultaneously
The Cosmos is and isn’t is
Was and wasn’t was
Won’t and will be will be
Cradle and grave in deathless life
Succor, sucker, sorter, seeker
Holographic halo
That happily helps and hopes you’re well
While simultaneously not caring
Even crushing and collapsing
With indifference due diligence
In simple angle sans anger
The Cosmos is cosmic comic
A ventriloquist’s mime
A virtual mine
A more than maybe mind
That can help or hurt or heel
Whichever reel real you reveal
Is up or down to you
Ask, and ye shall receive, maybe
Don’t ask, get got anyway
But most of all smile
Grin through grim
Laugh
For whatever it is
It plays
Has a sense of humor
Responds to rumor
So respect your say and sway
And stay okay

- Steven B. Smith, 2-17-2011