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.

Understanding.

 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.

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

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

Whatever you think it is.

Take it off commodity status. Each government values their currency one to another as they see fit. No legal buying and selling of currencies.

My calculation disturbs your analysis 
My impatience your resolution
My countenance your certainty
My desire your will

For life must reflect
this world of men
Whose confused order begets
Due of omniscience' lack

Please accept invitation allow
Truth enter our small establishment
by benefit of the finest menu  
To serve mutual repast

That a most avid student
never learn his lesson complete
That friendship's expanse is measured
By lengths to achieve it

That life may begin and end
in the same whispered touch
That command has no merit
But order of destiny fulfilled

And in praise of our most wise patron
Raise the glass to future days
Whose see may not preclude
Our Boniface dispense

My love is art

a métier
as paint or pencil
stone or clay

The tool with which
I will create
warm mastic glue
thy soul to mate

Is this a trick question?

Thy heart is a river
which will not stay its bank
but washes over
wide countryside
donning green favors
as thine own

I see this spreading
vast effluence yet
tiller in hand, rudder firm
have no bearing or
landmark to remain
in current's course

And I fear tto find
this flood receded
with all again perceived
my ship aground and landlocked
too far to gain again
the sailing shore

The general at podium
reviews troops of his opposite
An inner sneer directed
at their dandified hop and step

His self-assured smile
deludes even the bearer
Cold arrogance tamped
so hard upon the terror

Which reminds me of a story about a young lad who broke into his mother's bridge club with the urgent message, "Mommy, I gotta pee!". Mommy, taken aback by the intrusion marched him to the bathroom, telling him "Timmy, don't SAY pee, whisper!"
That night after all were asleep the father was awakened by a similar urgent message. "Daddy, I gotta whisper".
"Alright" said the cooperative father, "Whisper in Daddy's ear".

If love desires
another form to
complete the whole
I would have yours

And in this tryst
hope you may build
completion
by any gift
my open heart can yield

As vapor taken
commonly with air
dissolves density
along its flowing path

Does your passage
clarify existence
releasing from confusion
the breath of wonder

We have not met
For the last time
This world is too small
Stars too close

Galaxies and The Seraphim
Insufficient
To unbind our contract
We are firm

Eunuch

Have you ever been with someone and felt yucky? Maybe you had weird, unpleasant thoughts that seemed to have nothing to do with that person or anything else. Or, you entered a house or were in some new place and strange thoughts came into your mind. You didnt understand them and didn't like them. But like being drawn toward a black hole, you couldn't stop until you got away from that person or left that space. What was going on?

Let's say that the game of this universe is exchange of viewpoints. You say something, the other person says something, and you see what each other thinks. This is a physical phenomenon, meaning one actually moves into the space of that other individual. As things get more solid and relatively slower this apparency of movement can be lost, but when we move anywhere, "mentally" or physically, we are occupying space as a means to observe.

At some point one does not completely observe a viewpoint. We look at an idea or opinion and don't fully understand it. The partial space of that viewpoint may get dragged along with us past that point. 

We all now have quite a bit of this space that we are creating outside of present focus. It is in effect unconsciously created space. When we look in the past as in "counseling", we are really just seeing the space we are creating unconsciously and trying to understand it. 

If you put attention on someone who is lugging along this space, you may occupy that space, creating it yourself. The "black hole" feeling of being sucked in comes because you also are creating it unconsciously to some extent. At least in the fact  that you don't know what is going on. We want to know our creations so it seems hard to stop. It is like being in a dream where you don't know you're dreaming. The way to overcome this is to create consciously. If you know you are creating space it is just another space no matter what is in it,  Not so easy to do with anything unreal, of course.

People who have "crimes" may have present focus on space with those crimes. It should be possible to observe that focus, that viewpoint, with nothing except understanding.

The more one looks at this universe as a physical phenomenon, with structure, and figures out one's' place in it, the easier it can be to deal with life. One is getting perspective. This may mean letting go of some ideas. But there are always new ideas, new perspectives, and a larger space to look from where understanding of why men do these strange things is possible. Not just from the idea that one ought to have peace and love in one's heart. There's nothing wrong with that, but seeing what is really there is a bit different.  My experience.

Having to figure out new ways to get out of work.

 

When gods bathe
they choose waters
of the Blue Nile
Far below Alexandria
amid crocodiles
and water grasses
they slip their
supernatural forms
softly into velvet waters

Mystical barges of
ancient pharaoh appear
offering breeze
from fronds fanned
by Chaldean slaves
Smoke and scent of
burning incense and antelope
drift along the glittering surface
Children of pharaoh
play on deck
crying to each other
bronze torsos
flashing in the sun
Cross legged scribes
carve hieroglyphs
onto sandstone
recording this day
in the life of pharaoh
Below the gods
lie immersed as
gulls dive for
minnows and shellfish
plaintive calls emptying
into the vast sky

Day grows late bringing
the hour of feast
Platters of fragrant meat
and golden fruit are
presented to the immortals
who decline in silence
Reverently the food
is served to pharaoh and family
then to priests and
important guests
then all share
in the bounty
of pharaoh's table
All eat and talk
and sing as the
sun draws magnetically
closer to earth

Winds rise as
stars first appear
lifting the barges
delicately through low swells
A voice calls out
Long poles deploy
over the sides
of the great ships
The barges wheel about
then straighten
making way toward
a distant bend
disappearing as the
last echo of a child's voice
fades into the dusky air

Through reeds along the bank
a lioness approaches
to take her drink
then soundlessly pads away
All is still

With sighing spirit
the gods rise
from cloying waters
of the Blue Nile
where home had been
for so long so long ago
They glide into the sky
pointing to constellations of antiquity
retelling adventures
from centuries forgotten
and remembering days
when the world was young
when for a moment, it seemed,
they loved