Whatever you think it is.

Were this earth
to halt its turn
muddling all unattached creation
into one overwhelmed longitude

I would smile
in madness' rush
discovering again
proximity to thee

A park, a stand,
absorbing trees
The candling sun,
First Sargent's keys

Unlock the truth
inside and out
To voice an art 
a soul must shout

 Let's say you are drifting through open space, free and curious. Ahead is a bright light. You move toward it. The brightness appears to be a giant, gorgeous cathedral with glorious, ornate doors which open as you approach. Inside are row upon row of stunningly carved pews, delicate yet wondrous stained glass figures of all that can be imagined, a chalice resting upon fine gleaming cloth. One wanders through, transfixed. At the far end of the vast cathedral is another set of slightly smaller doors. You move through these to find a tropical paradise of incomparable beauty, multi-colored light of melting sunsets, and incredible moons resting their silver light on blue-green waves.

Through another set of slightly smaller doors is a veldt awash in magnificent creatures of day and night, all sizes and shapes. Another set of doors reveals a harem of towering, smiling men and stunning women with luxurious eyes. You pass through more doors, and more, and more, each slightly smaller than the last but each with new revelatory fascinations. Then the doors seem to vanish. One is no longer in magical space, but in a small room. There are watercolors and prints on the wall, and a set of furniture with leather seats. Then that room vanishes, and another room appears,, with blue walls. And another, but in this room the ceiling is so low one much crouch. And another room and another, each with smaller space. Then you are crawling in a space too small to stand at all, then another space where you are pressed on all sides, and become sweaty and hot and frightened. Then another smaller space. You are lying down face-first with no vision except ahead, into darkness, but there is nowhere else to go so you squeeze through, pressing against the walls, poked suddenly by sharpness, burned by sudden heat. Then there is a slightly larger space where you can sit up and breathe. You rest for a while, panting, then press on through more small space, then that space disappears and you are in a smaller space. You make yourself smaller, and smaller, to squeeze tightly, through anything, you force and drive and push.

That sounds like fun, doesn't it?  The above is a representation of how we got here and what is going on compared to what was going on. We are moving into smaller areas, relatively, and it seems the smaller our perspective, the less pleasant and free life becomes. How to reverse it?

Well, like the person above, we are facing one way. There is another way to go.

Back. Back, crawling in reverse toward the veldt, toward the cathedral, toward the free and open space. It is there, all of it. We just don't remember because we have been crawling so long. We have looked ahead, not behind us. And crawling backwards, with one's heinie exposed to the elements, seems a bit dangerous. But you have already been there. You were there and got here, no?

It may take crawling backward for awhile to get through to where you breathe a lot easier. But it doesn't take that long, really. You may find yourself squeezing through some tight spots. But the openness is there. The wonders are there. If you wish, look and see.

Understanding.

What is the real basic of what is going on with this universe? If we were to sum up exactly how things work, what would be the best way to do it?

One way is to think of yourself as a point of light in a vast space of darkness. You are  familiar with where you are, because it is very bright. In order to see another point, you simply move to that area. it lights up and you can see it. Some spaces are fearfully dark. Your light only gradually lights up these spaces. But once full light is upon them, your full light, you see them. None of these points or spaces are more important or useful than any other space, once seen. The only importance is, do you see spaces as you wish to. As more space becomes lighted, you see more.

We are each a part of a vast sea of points. We are capable of moving anywhere in this sea, and lighting each point, to the degree we are willing to look and move to that point. These spaces are all in the now. Anywhere we have been and anything we have known or done is present in that space, now. Other lives we may have lived are there. Experiences from centuries forgotten are there. Only a personal unwillingness to see and know and understand keep them hidden.

There is a benefit to keeping them hidden, of course. There can be "too much information". We are a good deal more comfortable if we can live life at our own pace. In addition, if one wishes to live this life as all important, or to forget unpleasant circumstances (though one does not really forget, one simply does not look at them), then it can be useful to limit what one knows. 

Knowledge creeps in of course, with some people more than others. Deja vu, new friends one has known "forever", that little quickening of the pulse in a dark house; something is there, but we only partially see it.

If you wish to begin to see more, it is doable. The process can begin with wanting to know, with intending to understand. Getting a better handle on the system in blueprint form can be a good idea if you are interested. It can make some of that moving around in the dark a bit easier if you know you aren't about to fall in a hole.

What we are basically doing in life is deciding what space we are willing to look at and understand. That appears to be the game. The more you know, the more you can see. How one goes about it is completely up to the individual.

Two definitions:

For human society power is how much space one can push one's ideas, opinions, and judgments into. One has others looking at one's creation in a given area. This effect can be anything from Microsoft to war, to baking brownies for the county fair. The goal is to be seen, for one's creations to be seen. In the case of war one enforces being seen. Where enforcement enters in power gets a bad name. But the idea is, if others look at us they are creating and perputuating us.

For spirit power is how far one can see. We create by looking so our power exists in conscious creation. The more one knows one is creating, the greater the area one sees and understands. This is a looking out process instead of a being looked at process.

Neither is "wrong", my opinion. But where one exists as a body there are a lot of seeming threats. A little perspective, as in creating more consciously, might not be a bad idea.

My love has sent
so many echoes to your heart
You do not differentiate
but all are the same
and blend and fade
like colors on the edge
of the Great Sea

But for me each call
is a separate yearning
Each day a new march
for which there is no reveille
Only darkness
announcing one more night
without your embrace

Obligation I refuse
In this fouling sea of mud
payment is usurious
of one's heart and seed and blood

Yet for life I would be dressed
in harness for my debt to you
Servicing the interest
till our note comes fully due

Imagine yourself waking up to blackness. You open your eyes, but see nothing. You are afraid. You rise up carefully and slowly reach out your hand. There is something in front of you. It is a fabric covering something. You feel your away along it. You rise carefully into the blackness and reach out into the space in front of you. There is a flat structure. You press your hands against it, then move your hand along the flatness till you reach something on the wall. It is some sort of small moveable  object. You press it and slowly shapes begin to appear around you. They are incorporeal at first, like images on the inside of your eyelds. But then their edges begin to sharpen. There is what, a chair, then a bed, then a lamp, a table. Slowly the light comes up and a room comes into reality. Then there is full light. You see the room completely. You see yourself.

This is a reasonable representation of moving from not understanding into understanding. One does not know where one is or even that the room is there. One assumes that there is something more to see and is willing to see it. 

Emotions, fear, hate,  sorrow, regret are a part of the understanding process.. Without experiencing this emotion finding the room may be difficutl. Without a willilngness to understand despite emotion we may not locate the light switch and be stuck in the darkness. Once there is light unwanted emotions disappear in understanding. 

We likely exist in a series of self-created darkened rooms. Walk in and turn on the lights, one by one, and the rooms will brighten. Not all at once. There are a great many more than one room! But they get easier to step into and to light. There is a much brighter world to see.