Yes, we're currently inconsistent in posting as we complete a laundry list of open projects.
No, we don't post in a set format. Surprise!
|Posted by email@example.com on July 15, 2021 at 6:40 AM|
As much as I wanted to post Part Two of "The Fluidity of Reality," I have been derailed in the unexpected need to transfer the entire site to a new host.
(If you are unfamiliar, it's not enough anymore to have a domain name, now the coding/tech is so advanced, if you haven't been keeping up it's practically necessary to also have a host for your domain. While I still own my domain, lookpastit.com, the host I use to display the domain was owned by webs.com and is now owned by vistaprint.com, so I have no say on what features are offered.)
As it turns out, when vistaprint.com bought out webs.com (to complete their full package small-to-large business printing etc company,) they decided that not all of the features webs.com offered were worth keeping, or viable to keep, or... they just flat weren't keeping them.
When I contacted vistaprint.com about the apparent missing features (features that were connected), I was told they are not making it with the migration from webs.com to vistaprint.com. Nothing was being offered as an alternative. There is no set date on when the migration will be complete, but it will be done by the end of 2021.
So, although I have been a client of webs.com since back when they were freewebs.com, AND vistaprint.com back when it was a fledgling in the market around the same time (late 90s early 2000s), I am saying goodbye. I will miss webs.com and I already miss some of the better quality that vistaprint.com once offered, but life goes on and so do we! Everything happens for a positive reason and I am surfing that current toward amazing!
Therefore, for the time being, I will be re-creating this site on https://lookpastit.enjin.com" target="_blank">lookpastit.enjin.com, and when I am done, the domain name (lookpastit.com) will be transferred to the enjin host.
Every hiccup is a step-up and we were already looking at enjin as a host for our forum (which we foresee needing after the full launch of the HUD book and of the fan-fiction Reality Re-Explained! webisode series "Stargate Nexus") and now it is proving to be a surprisingly suitable host for the entire website.Everything in one place, just as I like it!
|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on July 12, 2021 at 8:35 AM|
|Posted by email@example.com on July 9, 2021 at 9:05 AM|
(Photo by M.E. "Jupiter" taken of the planet Jupiter in a long exposure with purposeful "painting" with the light.)
I'd like to talk about a dream I had once upon a time, a dream that seemed very Salvador Dali at the time, but now seems very much the fluidity of reality to me. In the dream, I lived the life of a coconut, and then a butterfly, and then a canoe, before I was a person. Being a coconut is vastly different than being a butterfly, and the perception of time is different for a coconut than it is for a butterfly, as I lived it in the dream.
To explain it, I reference a time-lapse, the way reality unfolds much faster than our human eyes are used to seeing, but yet, somehow too there seems to be a slow-motion in the fastness. That, the duality of fast and slow, was what it felt like to be a coconut. As a coconut, life was slow, unhurried, perfectly whatever it was as it unfolded. Yet, there was a sense of perception of the world around me, the coconut, and that perception was fast, speeding by like a time-lapse that was normal speed from the coconuts point of view, because that's life for a coconut.
While the coconut just lived, simply expanded with the natural order of things, the butterfly was on a mission. This feeling of consciousness was vastly different than that of the coconut, and not just because the coconut spends a whole life upon the tree, only swaying... but because the coconut is the fruit of the tree and it's only life requirement is to... be. But the butterfly is aware of the doing that it must do, for being isn't enough! There, for the first time in the dream, I felt a sense of urgency and... purpose. How striking it is now to reflect on the differences of being a coconut to being a butterfly!
So, why a canoe? I have no idea, but the insight was... priceless.
At the time it was the strangest beingness of all, for the canoe was once a tree and yet, not. Being a canoe felt like being asleep until some conscious entity was in need of me, to use my canoeness to get from A to B, and then, well, there was such energy flow and purpose and pleasure in being what I was, a canoe. A canoe that had no sense of having once been a tree, as if the tree was one beingness and the canoe another entirely, somehow only sharing the same wood-meat.
Strangely, living as a canoe, I felt the water I glided in far less than the engulfing energy of the person paddling me along a river. We were one. I, as the canoe, became one with the person in use of me, and my beingness was completed by my usefulness and that oneness of being built for a purpose and then fulfilling that purpose. When the person was done and I was set aside, it was back into a peaceful like sleep where my beingness was almost lost to the time that flowed over me. I had no sense of myself, or of time, or of anything around me, and yet, like a background noise I was still existing; happily. Reflecting on this now, I better understand the ancient tradition of belief that all things (even inanimate objects like my computer and even the individual keys in my keyboard) have spirit and soul, and that we sentient spirits should honor the simpler spirits for their beingness.
Which brings me to being a person. Note, I said person, not human being, and that is on purpose. While in my dream I perceived my personhood to be human, that fact seemed utterly irrelevant to my personhood. I was an individual sentient consciousness who, like the butterfly, felt a sense of urgent purpose. Unlike the butterfly whose purpose was absolute, known, and hard-wired to be fulfilled if at all butterfly life possible (not all succeed afterall), my personhood purpose was... personal. It was less defined and more like a direction, a flow of a current that I needed to be in and kept heading toward, no matter the obstacle. As a person I was going, always moving forward even when I didn't know what my purpose was, I knew I was going forward no matter what, even in my indecisions, my conscious experience was flowing forward and I was aware of time like a paved road I was choosing with every thought and footstep.
How strange it was to realize, only as a person could I lose my way, and only as a person who has lost their way could I end up someplace entirely unexpected and deeply fulfilling. Without warning, my person consciousness was disembodied and drifted skyward as an all-aware vastness of being completely content in the unfolding of everything exactly as it was, and on schedule. As if time only existed because of this larger consciousness orchestrating the harmony of the everything, the perfect unfolding of a perpetual now where then is now as much as now is, as much as when is. Is. Everything is. But the unfolding is the beingness of everything that is, the nuance of experience that only being can bring. That only a sentient, aware consciousness can then reflect upon, like me, like a human being, like a person.
You'll never guess how I transitioned in this dream from the all-consciousness back to a person, because it wasn't instantaneous re-manifestation of being a person. No, it was falling from the sky as a raindrop amongst the others in a downpour over a forest. How natural it is for a raindrop to fall. How strange the song, for raindrops don't have ears but yet there is sound, and it is as much beingness as being a raindrop, and that sound is falling. I cannot describe how odd to "see" in 360 degrees, or to feel everything and yet a contained me-ness that is a microcosm of what lives in a water-drop...falling...as rain. I believe it is only because of my dreamer-awareness actively, lucidly realizing that as a raindrop I would eventually stop falling when I collided with something, that caused my rain-drop self to contemplate my own demise. As a dreamer-sentient raindrop I didn't at first have the ability to contemplate life beyond a falling raindrop, only to realize that the falling would eventually stop, that gravity would force my raindrop body to impact something more solid than myself... and my dreamer-sentient raindrop-self then wondered... what would happen?
My dreamer-self imagined the splat. My dreamer-sentient raindrop-self didn't want to splat! Splatting seemed like being turned into a bunch of smaller me's, like losing one's proverbial marbles, but literally! It was alarming! Yet, somewhere in all that, the dreamer-sentient raindrop realized that to consider those things I had to have once been something else, and I remembered being the all, the coconut, the butterfly, the canoe, and the person. I realized none-too-soon that as I had been something else before, I could be something else again. When I hit a leaf and splatted, the would-be-lost-marble raindrop splatter of myself suddenly became a dense fog. A wind drifting beingness of all lingeringness, many raindrops but no longer concerned with dispersion... until one of those other persons breathed me in and exhaled me out!
Oh yes, I lived as a moist fog being breathed in a human's lungs and exhaled again stripped and mixed with other parts that were the breath before me. How strange to live THAT experience, even in a dream! But as fog-me felt the exhale sink in boggy separation of my former self, I realized that I had separated one part of myself from that part of myself which was changed by another person. Personhood wasn't the only one changing me, for the plants were breathing too, drinking in the mixed breaths and churning the cycle of air that was me.
It was that feeling which all of this relates back to, for we are all one and yet individuals, and our very existence has an effect on one another.
The rest of this dream, and my contemplation of it, will have to wait until next time.
Until then, cheers and Namaste!
(202107121000 edited for typos and spelling, by M.E.)
|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on July 2, 2021 at 10:05 AM|
Read this brief article about our humble beginnings:
We're going from Fine Art to Think Tank!
|Posted by email@example.com on June 1, 2021 at 11:55 AM|
|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on March 1, 2021 at 1:05 AM|
Just putting this thought out there: More to myself than anyone else...
Hydrogen is not just the most abundant element in the universe, or the lightest element, it is itself a flammable, gaseous element that has that in common with the somewhat heavier element of Oxygen. Most of us learn in grade school that when two hydrogen atoms (single elemental matter particals) join up with a single Oxygen atom, "H2O", we get ... water.
Water hydrates us, it puts out fires, and it covers most of our planet.
I use water as the simplest example of atoms becoming molecules, from single atoms congregating gaseously (or liquidly) together, to bonded molecules congrgating liquidly (or gaseous, or frozen) together, because it's among the easist to grasp in the mind. The scientific term for this bonding of atoms to make molecules is "covalent bonds," but it basically means that two or more singular atoms are sharing energy we call "electrons."
Let me repeat that another way: The very basis of the matterbound reality we live in is sharing energy; what makes the world we live in physical, is the sharing of energy.
Even the atoms themselves are simply energy in the form of... protons, neutrons, strong nuclear forces bonding them together, and the famous electron/clouds!
New physics will be based on the energy basis beneath the matterbound physics and I am eager for it! While matterbound physics has very finite rules of interconnected and elegantly complex synchronicity, it is the simple purity of energy that I think will really bring our minds to the next levels of thinking. I can feel myself already thinking it.
|Posted by email@example.com on February 22, 2021 at 10:30 AM|
My Twin and I are firm believers in many things, among them are the beliefs that (1) Everyone is born with -- and maintains (under all their disbelief or 'forgetting/unknowing' -- the ability to be empathic because (2) we are all connected by the same non-physical Energy (big E on purpose; all inclusive) which at our most basic level of awareness (3) we can feel/sense the mood shift in a room... and on a road... which we may call something like the "vibes" or "energy" or "ambiance" or "nature" of a person, place, or thing. Without diving into the science of why that is (check our Reality Re-Explained sections for that!) I feel drawn to express what it's like for me as we drive across the continent at an average highway speed of 50-55 miles per hour.
Why 50-55 mph? From a physics and mathmatics standpoint... With the amount of books and other belongings we have in our van (Big B,) she rides pretty heavy (nevermind my Twin and I in Big B too,) and as a turn of the century (2000) GMC Safari, she's very much "the broad side of a barn" in windy areas. As our experiences and experimentation have shown us, Big B gets the best gas milage cruising at those speeds. On a more personal note of reasoning, it's a lot easier to side-glance the scenery as driver and passanger, when you're going slower speeds. xD So, it's a choice we've made and stuck to, all the way as far South-East as Melbourne, Florida and as far North-West as Buttonwillow, Califorina.
I don't feel inclined to name-names, I feel the states know which ones they are in the way that some states are way more relaxed "Everyone's getting where they are going" than other states which have more intense vibes like, "move/go/why are you even on the road?! I got somewhere to be!" Naturally there is a mix in every state we have driven through so far, and even within the states certain areas that are noticably different in the mood of the area than another of the same state. In this, I am reminded why it's so important for me, as an individual, to maintain my own sense of enjoyment and happiness regardless of what is around me, because if I don't... it's all too easy to be swept up by the waves of feelings rippling out of the people who collectively occupy the spaces-- towns, cities, states.
In other words, when I am not choosing how I want to see, think, and feel about any given road I'm on, or town I'm in, or person, or thing, or place I am looking at then I am allowing how I will see, think, and feel about it (typically following the cultural conditionings I grew up with and the subsequent perceptions of who I've been.) When I choose how I see, think, and naturally then feel (according to my perspective) I am creating my experiences. In the way of the indigenous peoples, my choices are my fuel for future experiences, and when I choose things that make me feel great about my life and the world I live in, I am choosing fuel for more greatness in my future experiences. I make it easier, by the practicing of choosing to think about what I want in my experiences (more than anything else.) And the easier it gets for me to think "best case scenario" the easier it is for me to smile with love, even when others around me are frowning.
A road is no more the reflection of a single driver, as a town, city, or state may be of even a handful of its citizens and travelers. What I think and feel about these places I go and pass through, is a reflection of which kinds of eyes I am seeing through... what kind of mind I am thinking with... and what kind of heart I am feeling with... which in turn, will lead me to more just like it-- unless I choose to change my focus, my seeing, thinking, and feelings as they follow. This is also to say, I can always tell where my mind (perspective) has been by where I find myself in any given moment, feeling the confessions of my cranium through my emotions. The more I make the effort to only think of, speak of, and aim for all that I enjoy and like about my journey in the now, the more I naturally find and happen upon enjoyment.
So, as we sail the California highways where speed limits are typically 65-75 miles per hour, I thank drivers for their ease in deciding and executing their path around us. I thank the drivers in my mind, for their patience when they're "stuck" behind us for a little bit. I think the thanks in my mind, for their use of blinkers and occasional outward love for our van. I wish them happiness, especially those who express their displeasure with our being in the lane we're in, and or going the speed we go. I even sometimes make up my own stories, happier feeling stories, for those rare few who honk or make uncouth gestures in our direction-- because I like feeling and thinking that we're all on our own paths, getting where we are going, both in the physical reality of driving on roads, and the metaphysical/spiritual reality of personal growth.
Driving 55 miles per hour across the U.S. has been a wonderful experience and practice recognizing that my "first impression" of a place, person, or thing is also my "mirror of the moment" showing me/telling me where my attention has been lately, and in that, also then becomes a pivot point for me to decice, "Do I want to continue in this direction, or alter course?" If I'm not feeling good about that moment, I personally take the pivot to alter course because I want to feel good, and I enjoy feeling good, even and especially while the world speeds around us. xD
"Every perspective is an experienceable reality; an absolute truth."
|Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on February 22, 2021 at 9:30 AM|
On the eve of Feb. 17th, 2021 in the Aurora/Denver Colorado area, in a hotel parking lot within hours of our check in, we came back out to our van to find the back driver-side tire completely flat. At the time, it was too dark to see how it became flat (center picture) even with the parkinglot light right above us, but the second I saw it I immediately got the impression it had been slashed. More specifically then that, I got the impression it was provoked by the message of unconditional happiness, on the driver-side of the van, "BE HAPPY IN THE NOW OR KNOW NOT HAPPINESS" to which my mind told me the assulter of our tire was so unhappy the message evoked a response akin to, -stab tire- "Be happy now, bitch!" Of course, it was and is just a notion I got, but when we put our spare-donut tire on and got a good look at the flat tire, there was no doubt someone had intentionally taken a knife to the side of our tire to flatten it. A first for us in our 30+ years of existence!
On that note, if the Tire-slasher happens to read this, you're already forgiven and we genuinely hope that act gave you some good-feels!
To everyone else who may be reading this, we are believers that you (everyone individually and together) get what we are vibrating for (which means we get what we think about) and in our case, I had had repeated flickers of possibility that the "Be happy in the now" message was going to provoke someone into "attacking" us or our van in an impulsive/intentionally challenge to our happiness. My twin, (Mandy), had gotten flickers of something going wrong with one of our tires (I mean, we've been driving her around country for 2 years and aside from weather, always had smooth sailing!) So, between the two of us and our allowance to believe in those possibilities, the universe couldn't resist delivering for us. The Tire-slasher person was just a coroprative component in our life experiences, as we make (think) them.
For me, allowing the possibility (by allowing the thought to turn into an 'it could happen' belief) is and was an opportunity to elaborate on how we all work together (some more aware of it than others) to create and live these experiences we live, from the Tire-Slasher to us being on the recieving end of that Tire-slasher's knife jab. It's a reminder to us that sinsere consideration is best allowed in the realms of all things wanted, and if you're okay with some turmoil to "prove a point" you'll certainly get it whether or not your point is proven to perspectives other than yours because your perspective is the only one you really ever can truly know (in the being/living it.)
Some people are too far away (emotionally & phsycologically) from happiness that they quite litterally can't feel it, much less allow themselves to believe it's an actual state someone can be in; so, people who are happy around them, feel like liars-- at least, that's how I remember it from the days I spent spiraling around and between scuicidal depression and homocidal rage-- feelings I'm pleased to sparsley feel anymore!
I thank the Tire-slasher for the reminder and practice finding the happiness in a moment (no matter what) in order to continue the path to greater pleasures. It was a perfect opportunity for me, to choose to believe even the delay and expense of replacing our tire, was/will work to our benifit even without knowing how.
And that's life, a plethora of opportunities to change your belief in your possible futures, or continue as you have been.
"Those who believe the sky is the limit, never truly make it off the ground."
--------- ELABORATING ON THE "IMPRESSIONS" by ME------------
Even before my twin (Remmy) and I got the tire off the van to inspect it for the cause of the sudden and unexpected flat, both of us got the impression someone had stabbed the tire. (read about my twin's impressions of the happening above) Yes, even the words "Be happy now, bitch!" specifically!
When I say "got the impression," what I mean is that when we first got in range to see the flat tire, in both of our minds independently, we were presented the truth from within, and "felt" that someone stabbed our tires, even though we had no evidenciary proof at the time and had seen no one.
Photons, DNA, and consciousness. You see, photons can transmit information, we use this science in our fiberoptic cables for TV, Internet, and the like, but the universe has been doing it for... well... almost forever. So, when this tire-stabber felt what they felt so strongly they acted, they also left a distinct information energy imprint right there where it happened and my twin and I literally just walked into it.
My twin and I have just become so in alignment with our own natural beings, it was uncannily easy to get that distinct impression... and we laughed.
Don't get me wrong, we didn't want the flat tire and it delayed our journey, it caused some new points of contrast with motel staff, and was NOT something I would like to repeat.
That said, it was still a little funny because a flat tire is just a flat tire.
A flat tire is just something that now needs doing. The emotional reaction to it, and the emotional reaction to the fact that someone else "did it" is entirely learned and therefore voluntary. My twin and I have done enough real-world, in the day to day practicing of knowing ourselves and being aware of our thoughts using our emotional HUD, that we didn't have much trouble staying happy during the tire fixing.
We did consider filing a police report, and even clocked where there WERE camers (not the Motel, who is so against taking any responsibility they didn't even have cameras for their lot), we decided against it because it wouldn't really do anything but make someone who is already hurting (only people who are hurting inside lash out at other people)... suffer more, and neither of us is into that.
Our van is there to uplift and it's okay that for that one person, it didn't. We acknowledge we had a part in allowing them into our experience both by my thoughts of tire concerns, and my twins thoughts of provoked violence. Everything is connected and everything begins as a thought.
You can keep waiting for some "big ticket" proof like a miraculous healing or a lottery winning, or you can start living it and see the tiny details that make the life-changing impacts.