The inspired mind is locked into the Stream. Just put your fingers on the keyboard and type without knowledge of what is coming; hands and fingers moving faster than ever and still not keeping up with flow. Understandings beyond anything pondered or imagined. Just write and write and write and don’t stop until you collapse from exhaustion. Write without notes or idea outlines. Just write and write while your eyes are looking else where. This is not normal. This is savant territory. Such is the power and inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
We are not machines. Machine men. Living a life of fleeting highs and crushing lows and darkness without end. We are more than a paycheck. Our time here is but the briefest of moments. We must make each moment count, treating others with respect, as your brother or sister or mother or father. Love them through God’s Spirit, for He is love. Show no prejudice. Hold back no kind words. Help and assist and offer helpful advice without expectation of return. Live selflessly. Every moment of every day, without exception. The Spirit is eternal and never sleeps.
The Spirit is not a thing. He is an entity which encompasses the entire fabric and force of all things throughout time and space. Filled with this Spirit, we are connected to every single atom, quark, quanta. Every thought, every image, natural force, cosmic body, every moment of the universe, flows within the Spirit’s vibration. He occupies the entire time-space continuum. Every galaxy, super nova, shooting star. Every breeze, cloud, hurricane, tidal wave, volcano. This is what it says in Scripture. The Eastern mystics all examine and investigate and write down their assessment of The Holy Spirit through concepts of Qi, Karma, the Cosmic Stream, Cosmic Strings, Infinite Wisdom, The Force. One can easily bridge the gap and pull these together and see how they intertwine.
In the beginning, there was no space, and time was fuzzy. Oh and there was this Singularity.
This Singularity, being single, was granted extra syllables, which is how a simple word transforms into the infinitely complex creator of everything. Single becomes Singular becomes Singularity.
Try it out! Simple. Simplistic. Simplisticity. Ha! “Well, first we must understand the nature of simplisticity.” See how it works? We’re making science!
And this is how we deal with cosmic pickles. Like, where did everything come from? We have to account for the presence of matter, “which is neither created or destroyed,” which by definition suggests it is eternal. But nothing within the time-space continuum can be eternal, without being extra-dimensional. Matter is therefore not extra-dimensional, by definition. This, then, is a paradox.
When there is a paradox, we must find another explanation to resolve it, or else our current understanding is not balanced, not entirely cohesive. A theistic explanation satisfies by stating an extra-dimensional source of intellectual design is at play. However, an atheistic approach will never consider any acknowledgement of “design” which would allow for a “designer” (although I would argue that they do anyway, by assigning intelligence and omnipotence to “the singularity” and “evolution” and “nature”).
Everything in existence, we are told, is a product of random chaos (though we now know, even chaos possesses order). The model which most of “leading scientists” seem to promote is, in the beginning was The Singularity, a single point of time and space, which was all at once all-encompassing and non-existent, infinitely dense yet technically without mass. The concept, it seems, is that of a cosmic pustule stuck in the skin separating reality from non-reality. A great space vacuum or sort of phantom zone. There is no basis for this, except that an explanation must be made to explain what the atheistic model cannot explain through the lots-and-lots-of-time + lifeless-matter + random-chance = creation-of-everything model. The singularity, which didn’t exist, exploded, sending massive amounts of matter and energy into existence, causing the beginning of the universe, creating all the forces such as gravity and magnetism and electromagnetism.
And that, apparently, is how nothing created everything. That is one heck of a work of science.
They say there are monsters in the cosmos that can swallow entire stars, millions and millions of black holes zipping around our galaxy, beyond the reach of everything therein to light them up, dark remnants of burned-out stars, anomalies of gravity so strange that there is nothing more seductive to the imagination.
E=MC squared, that is the secret of the stars. A beautifully elegant theory where space and time are bent by stars and planets; time and space bent and curved within the inter-tonality of interstellar vibration. The music of the suns, electromagnetic pulses of photoelectric light, more majestic than the human ear is designed to comprehend, a solar song whose rhapsody echoes and reverberates through distant worlds and across the universal seas of time.
The Creator of all things, the owner of the Book of Everything, whose very existence can only be questioned through the willful subjugation of the highest mind, injects and infuses particles of light, the light which ignites the centers of stars and stretches out the cosmic clouds of plasmic plumes across the span of time; who by His very essence is visible to everything that sees the things the eyes can see, from the emergent birth of the sluggish dawn to the quiet platitudes of evening dusk, because by creating the light He Himself became the Light.
I’ve been thinking a lot about meaning. Reality. Time. God. Heaven. Hell. Angels. Demons. The Beginning. The End. Truth.
I am 42 years old. I have spent 35 years of my life studying, learning, unlearning, relearning. I study constantly. And the more I learn, the more I realize how truly limited we are in what we know, in what we think we know, and what we can understand of our existence.
In the beginning, God created the four dimensions that we currently occupy. Space-time. A digital projection of reality inside the true physical reality which encompasses ten dimensions. For most of us, the pain and suffering we experience during this “experiment” will be the only pain and suffering we will ever experience during an existence which will never end. For the others, however, the suffering after this will be intense and without mercy, forever. The stakes of the choices we make here, in such limited time, will determine the fate of our eternal soul. The kind of car we drive, the work we do, the clothes we wear, the house we live in and all the stuff we have — none of it matter. Our bodies, made from earth, return to earth, and we move beyond these walls and into the permanent reality which we currently cannot see nor fully comprehend.
In the beginning… this universe, with its many echoes in multiverses, began as an empty room, like a warehouse or movie stage, constructed by God. He filled the room with light, which created quanta and ignited the creation of all things. His signature is evident everywhere we look. He is inescapable. And I am in awe.