So Much is Still a Mystery


I’m toying with the idea of drawing. Charcoal to paper and sketching nothing. My daughter is an artist. When I inquired how to start, she suggested take an object and look past it, around it, at the space within it. Draw the space.

What a perplexing thought to draw the space. There is nothing in the space at first thought. Nothingness becomes something when juxtaposed with something.

I haven’t done anything yet. I’m feeling into the possibility.

Is there light in space? Is there something in the perceived nothingness? I’ve heard said we see what we perceive. Does that mean what I don’t perceive is there but I can’t see it?

Matt Kahn put out a statement yesterday that contained these words: “By giving your attention to the space between things, instead of fixating on things in space, the more light you cultivate.”

I’m confused. I’ve worked with healers who can see energy. I’ve worked with seers who describe my ancestors standing around me. I have witnessed structures in another dimension in space that weren’t physically there. I use my inner eyes all the time seeing visions and people who have left their bodies and move on. I know for a fact there is more present than I can perceive.

So many times after our meditation time, I perceive things I can’t define. Yesterday was another of those times. Pictures, thoughts, feelings, messages, all coming to me at once and I hit overload. It reminds me of an innocent toddler comfortable with what it knows and then brought into a party with people and sounds and feelings. Before long the child is screaming. Too much is going on and they get scared.

Like a turtle, I retreat into myself to hide and find the familiar. My familiar used to be comfort food. That door is closed. The familiar is getting back in bed. Sometimes that’s not an option. The familiar is music, calming music that soothes the overstimulated, overwhelmed, fractured-like landscape of my insides.

What doesn’t work is using my mind to figure out what is happening. My limited perceptions are being thumbed through at break-neck speed trying to find an answer, a label, an understanding, a right fit to a new perception.

I watched a documentary yesterday on Gaia TV that introduced me to the Global Consciousness Project, a parapsychology experiment that started in 1998 at Princeton. “The project monitors a geographically distributed network of hardware random number generators in a bid to identify anomalous outputs that correlate with widespread emotional responses to sets of world events, or periods of focused attention by large numbers of people. The GCP is privately funded through the Institute of Noetic Sciences and describes itself as an international collaboration of about 100 research scientists and engineers.”

Two key memories stand out from the documentary, and bear with me because I am not a scientist and this is from memory.

The project monitors emotional responses worldwide from world events such as 9/11, an event that focused peoples’ attention on a large scale. In particular, the scientists focused on the 24 hours before the first terrorist attack on 9/11 and the data showed an increase in response before attack. Perplexing.

Our eyes perceive before our brains get information. That is a proven fact by solid data research and testing. We have the ability to see more than our brains are naming. In fact, our senses pick up more than we attribute they can.

Take, for instance, domesticated animals who wait at the door in anticipation of their owner arriving sometimes a half hour or more because they are picking up something that indicates the impending loved one’s arrival. Scientists tested this theory in many ways. One way in particular was changing up the mode of transportation that an owner comes home in, such as a familiar to a taxi or bike, transportation that was not familiar to the pet, and 100% of the time the animal knew.

So much is still a mystery.

“If you don’t become speechless when looking out into space on a clear night, you are not really looking, not aware of the totality of what is there. You are probably only looking at the objects and perhaps seeking to name them.” – Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth

An Ode to the Immeasurable Mystery of Life By Jennifer Williamson


To move through the world transparently—

Wouldn’t that just be nice?

To not pin things down

And tie them up,

Wouldn’t it be a relief—

To not have to identify

With everything,

And sometimes even anything?

I’d like to just live in the world,

Just for a glimpse,

Without needing to be

Of the world,

Without a label or a word

For everything.

Are the dead

More alive

Than the living?

I wonder if we should

Stop wondering about everything.

If I think a little less,

Or a little more,

Does it change who I am,

Really, at the core?

What’s underneath

Is underneath,

No matter what I throw

On top of it.

Maybe if I stop describing it,

I can start living it.

Maybe life will start living me.

When I stop trying to close in on

My self,

Trying to nail down the truth,

And open up to the

Incomprehensible mystery,

I can join the truth.

Am I so hypnotized

By what happens

That I’ve forgotten

A vital half, missing?

No.

Not aligned with a greater reality,

Simply needing to look

Through my eyes

Instead of with them.

I feel the guidance to

Hold the truth

That I’m living and dying

All at the same time.

It’s a paradox,

Complexity,

Whole and wondrous

In its own right.

If we look out

Into the vast night,

There’s more than what is seen:

There’s the unseen,

The unheard,

The unfathomable half,

Without which

There would be no path

For the stars to align

Into portraits painted