touching the void

 The uncreated never went anywhere, nor could it, existing outside space or time as it must. Rather the created, on the other hand, was cordoned off by acts of separation. Read the opening chapter of Genesis and you’ll get the message. So God has separated creation from uncreated, with a kind of barrier, a firmament above, and eventually the world is complete. The question is how, or whether, the created is to interact with the uncreated. Think about it, simply separating them forever is not an option. It creates an endless disbalance, a perpetual drain on resources as any barrier has to be enforced energetically. So what do we have? Pain and suffering. Our fall from Grace puts us in a no man’s land between created perfection, perfect harmony, and hell on Earth, endless disease and suffering. Now you have your energy source. We literally pay for creation by going into unhappiness, bizarre though that seems, and feeding the beast existentially.

 

 Don't get me wrong, in no way do I object to this system as we are all party to it voluntarily. Somewhere deep inside we are all perfectly well aware of our choice, and our ability to go back into a healthy balanced relationship with uncreated, without necessarily doing any harm to creation itself or disrespecting the beauty, the wonder, the magnificence of God’s creation. Paradoxical or confusing this may indeed seem to be, but once you consider the infinite, which by its very nature can only be uncreated and thus remains to this day, then the mathematics of creation stop being impossibly complex, for you cease trying to understand creation from within.

 

 Bear in mind that only the created mind runs into the impossibility of being able to grasp or comprehend creation itself, in the same way a fish really can’t grasp or comprehend the water it’s part of. You might say, however, but I can grasp and comprehend air so what’s the problem? Indeed you can, but only one side of it, only the part of it which is unable to take you beyond created-air, which is why at present you’re unable to fly or levitate, which is why at present you’re unable to walk through walls or into other dimensions, or simply other places hundreds of miles from where you are now. Within creation that is not possible for you do not grasp the medium you are operating within. You neither see nor sense how every place exists in parallel, like cards in a deck, how not is not simply the absence of matter or air but is far, far more – is in fact the generally unseen interface, the connection or flip side of everything created, which like a lipid molecule that has a hydrophilic and a hydrophobic end, must have a sticky, gravitational or frictional created side, besides which there must be a nothing much, a bubble or space allowed for uncreation to keep our created reality from imploding or exploding. Both possible. Boom!

 

 But don't let’s dwell on this minor detail, as doing so you simply slide your mind back into thinking things, reaffirming your rightful, your necessary, your un-voidable place within creation... Un-voidable, because the void, believe it or not, is the one thing you can neither see nor connect with, protected by this hydrophilic-hydrophobic double layer of love and hate, of mind and matter, of joy and pain, whatever the case may be. The void only becomes discernible when you stop trying to reach a goal, when you start to sense the infinite that needs must be present everywhere, in all things, no matter what, no matter how. Sensing is knowing. Knowing is seeing. Seeing is believing. Believing is...

 

What?

 

Perhaps nothing

 

Nothing?

 

 Perhaps nothing, for nothing need not, cannot be a certainty in the 3D material sense of things. Certainties are somewhat different from simply knowing. Presumably this is all in some way connected with coming into a more harmonious relationship with creation itself, in which we stop trying to re-access a moment in the past, a garden of Eden in which things were perfect before they were not, in which we allow ourselves to find the perfect relationship between created and uncreated – present within our self, present throughout, and in doing so the two somehow shift into what we might call harmonic resonance, or else natural alignment... Take you pick.

 

 Doing so, allowing uncreated back, we both give thanks for the wonder of creation itself, and God the force or Divine essence –  perhaps a being (these are words and therefore never quite complete or accurate), while at the same time we now accept, embrace and learn to love and celebrate the uncreated too, the Divine female if you like, though if you find yourself triggered by this particular term, then cross it out and allow another more appropriate one to take its place. I cannot possibly know the right name or term for you or you or you, though in truth, in truth we are One.

 

 You might call this the Yin Yang moment in Western natural philosophy, or Western consciousness. There is simply no point in rejecting our rich cultural inheritance be that religious, philosophical or mental. We are what we are and trying to be what we are not is a wonderful way of creating more pain and confusion and essentially not going anywhere. Instead of rejecting our religions or our narrow materialistic way of perceiving the underpinnings of reality, we simply allow ourselves to see the absurd mathematics of something-from-nothing creation, so called Big Bang, and likewise our religious creation stories, and realize that in their own ways they are more or less saying the same thing and more or less perfect, bar the fact that none of them are willing or able to see or consider what is absent yet clearly present the moment we allow uncreation to make itself felt and known, the moment we accept that there is nothing wrong with nothing being nothing in a meaningful way, as an adjunct or corollary to things in existence, whether alive or inanimate, that all-that-is is in no way synonymous with all things in existence, for the all in all goes far, far behind or yond what we can sense or see within creation itself.

 

 We have been confused by words and language itself, hardly surprising really as creation exercises, necessarily, a monopoly over creation, otherwise it would be unable to avoid dissolution and immediate loss of its identity. Yes, identity, that is right, for creation cannot hold together without some kind of real, tangible identity, which we might consider the second level of God, beneath the Architect or Supreme Creator. Again, feverish minds start racing to think these things through in the hope of gleaning something tangible and meaningful, a nugget to add to the collection, such is our programmed need and constant desire to establish an ever firmer foothold in the ever-changing landscape of things thought, things known and things incorporated into our dataweb, to add another strand and further enmesh our precious collective culture. But doing so, allowing the allure of new mind-matter, new intellectual acquisitions to ever drag you down into the minutiae of what may or may not be useful material will ever and always prevent you, prevent me, prevent us from finally connecting, finally allowing nothing back into its proper and natural place, allowing the void to become a functional, healthy part of my, of our conscious awareness, of our conscious ness...

 

 Alas, alack, although a fish of sorts a-swimming in a sea of words, i know not what... i drown, for now the what, that has constantly been my guide, my taskmaster, goading me ever onwards, ever forwards in a goal oriented Great March, a linear attempt to reach that mythical point from which I would finally know enough to be able to make sense of things, to halt and establish the true course that might or would take me home: that what is no longer relevant, that what no longer even presents the least chance of being able to keep its side of the bargain, for mathematically, philosophically, logically how could it, water being what it undeniably is?

 

 That’s not to say I regret any of the past, any of this mad dash across the materium as we sought to mine matter for all it was worth, like gold prospectors panning and sifting it for nuggets or gold dust, until we realised, enough, the gold was never going to come close to the value hidden within the void that affirmative creation, kept us from seeing. That gold, you might say, is representative of the real uncreated gold, the unbounded wealth, the beauty, the depth, the power, the joy when we finally accept and finally allow all to be all, is to ness ineffably, when we finally agree to people both sides simultaneously, hydrophobic and hydrophilic, connecting and binding with both sides or both aspects, without either of which nothing makes sense only as pain or absence.

 

 Touching the void was a book I read as a boy. Here we are now many years later, finally ready, willing and unable to deny the logic, the need, the God inspired desire to do just that, which paradoxically is what we have been doing all our lives secretly with fear and despair, concealed psychologically by layers of astonishingly overlooked self-contradiction and denial, yet necessarily there.

 

 Admittedly, the void is not the kind of name or word you would want to use if marketing were your objective, yet it will do for our purposes. The word is something of a silhouette revealing that which it conceals. Somewhere within all this bi-mindedness there is a perfect sense, a feeling, a knowingness that simplicity itself is finally surfacing like a gator in the mangrove swamp of tortuous, twisted, ever crossing and recrossing lines of thought and reason. For this is the natural state to which we are born, not to which we aspire, and truly, truly I tell, we are coming home, we are coming home, and nothing can prevent this not, as nothing is now our friend, our happily, naturally paradoxical 0=1

is it not?

 

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