To be holistic is to live in the matrix interconnectedness of all things
A good friend of mine recently went to see the J B Priestley play An Inspector Calls, which amazingly I haven’t seen, and if asked I would have guessed was written by Agatha Christie. (At grammar school we had an unending diet of Shakespeare.)
It seems that my friend has this thought after the play;
Every word we speak or write, every action we take or choose not to take has a ripple effect. Goes out from us into the world around us. Creates an impact. Most of us are immune to that awareness. None of us should be.
I firmly believe this is as close as it gets to an ultimate truth.
Every action has a reaction. To truly know, you cannot just study or understand one part ~ you have to study and understand the whole thing. We are all connected, these connections stretch like an incredibly interwoven and complicated tapestry. There are no such things as side effects, there are just effects. Matrix; the physical, cultural, social, or political environment in which something develops.
Quantum Physicists have an understanding that two things can be interconnected over any distance by what Einstein called spooky connections, although now the preferred term is quantum entanglement.
When one begins to look at these phenomena with an open mind, one begins to understand how everything in the Cosmos is interconnected to every other thing in the Cosmos. More deeply one begins to gain a deeper knowledge of interpersonal relationships; why some work, and why some go so badly wrong. It is actually impossible for someone to effectively lie to someone else, unless the person being lied to wants to believe the lie. The interconnectedness of all things means that we are always aware of the deeper truth in any situation, ignorance is a choice. To choose to believe the lies of the one you care for will destroy you.
The interconnectedness of all things is also the basis of true spirituality ~ we are each one with the entire Cosmos. Begin to accept and understand that and you begin to accept and understand a deeper and more rewarding Life.
infinity; the interconnectedness of all things
Being There. Do you know how that feels?
Do you know what it’s like to conjure a memory.
When I cast my mind into the past it no longer feels like a remembered event to me. It is as though I am watching myself act out the memory, as though I am being taken back there by a Guardian Angel, or a concerned Goddess, or a malevolent Ghost. Perhaps it would make more sense if I said it was like Doctor Who travelling back in time and secretly watching an earlier version of himself during some critical event.
Imagine George Bailey being shown the possible shape of Bedford Falls when it was renamed Pottersville, an invisible observer to a possible future built on a different past. That what it’s like for me now when I remember my own past.
There memories are not what it was like, they are the shape of what it was really like.
When I cast my mind back just a couple of years I see a very horrible version of my life back then. Not how it was on the surface, but how it really was, deep inside and with the interconnectedness of all things.
My memories of myself, in my apartment, (the garret), from a couple of years ago. It’s gloomy, the garret isn’t white and bright, it’s dark and dingy like a mediaeval dungeon. The walls are grey stone dripping with moisture, there are rats on the floor, one small, barred, window high up in the wall. Light is from the guttering stub of a candle. I am at a small table, writing. And, I am old, wizened, hunched-over, dark and defeated, an evil version of myself. That is not what it was like. That picture is what it was really like.
My memories of the past have become vivid metaphors where the truth is revealed.
Spooky, weird, disturbing. Insightful, valuable, true. These strange visions of the past are teaching me how to learn, how understand the interconnectedness of all things.
Respectable scientists using optogenetics have shown that memories reside in specific brain cells. A while ago I suffered a fractred skull and intracranial bleeding, so perhaps my memory cells were damaged, and I have ‘relearned’ my own past.
Whatever this strange gift is, I am glad of it, for now I see the true past for exactly what it was. And, much of it was bad.