I will let Song Shu speak in a few moments…
Clutter is not just something that amasses in the available bare areas in one’s living space. It can be anything and anywhere. As we live, things come into our lives, either brought home from the store, gifts, or just things that we have no idea how, when, or why they are there, but they are there nonetheless. With all this, clutter can grow from nothing to something intrusive in the blink of an eye.
Like a living space, the mind is no different, and it can be argued as casting an even larger wake of clump than clutter in a house. Thought clumps. Ways of mental workings that accumulate and come to rest on the invitingly empty spaces of the desk of your subconscious mind. Here, their very presence can incite a persuasion of the body to action, like looking at a pile of books on the floor automatically leads one to read the title of the one on top, and have an invocation of thoughts and emotions spring up. They cover the surface, so all that can be seen is the “auto-thought”. This is why we clean – clean the mind.
To do this, we must watch our brain at work. When we are quiet and not “doing” we can see that which the eyes fail to see.
In the words of Song Shu… Continue reading
Holograms come in many shapes and sizes, and for the most part, people are at least superficially familiar with the concept of holograms, but this is mostly reserved for the realm of fun eye candy and artistic works. However, if one was told that the world around them, and in fact they themselves are holographic, it would be brashly dismissed as ludicrous dribble. Well, I’m proposing precisely such an absurdity, and I seem to be in good company.
Consciousness is the driving force behind the manifestation of form within this holographic matrix. This hologram has close relations with fractals, and a lot of times, the hologram of existence is usually referred to as a fractal hologram. However, what is a fractal, and ultimately, what is a hologram?
A fractal is a mathematical set whose constituent parts become increasingly detailed according to a fixed exponential formula, revealing recurrent self-similar properties as it is observed on a smaller and smaller scale. In other words, the initial object that one observes, when orienting one’s point of view closer and closer to the object, reveals the existence of a pattern within it. That pattern is constructed of a grouping of smaller patterns, with parts the same shape of the initial larger object, and are then made up of still smaller versions of the same pattern. This “bottomless pit” rendering of patterns can technically extend to infinity, eventually revealing that the initial object or image was never really made up of anything. Therefore, what one sees with their conscious eyes is a hologram–an object that appears to take the form of something due to hidden “information” within it. In other words, something that is an illusion; an illusion that has the appearance of properties that it really does not have.
The Holographic Nature of Consciousness
Consciousness is required to experience these fractal holograms, for consciousness precisely is the thing that brings anything into existence. For if there is no consciousness, then where is anything at all if there is no observer? I shall explain consciousness in this manner: Anything that can be acted upon by something else, is conscious, precisely because there will be an affect upon it, indicating that it exists and is subject to the natural laws of existence. In essence, the two objects mutually bring each other into existence. Now before you run the thought of “how can a rock be conscious” through your head, let me continue with my explanation. In accordance with my definition of consciousness, since anything that exists is conscious, that means that atoms are conscious, and if atoms are conscious, then molecules are conscious. If molecules are conscious, so then are cells and compounds. If cells and compounds are conscious, so then are organs, and if organs are conscious so then are organ systems, and then bodies, the brain and the individual neurons that make up the brain, who learn to identify the mass collection of additional cells that it is attached to as a collective “self.” Every individual element of the body are all independent parts that connect and function interdependently as one integrated whole. That is also akin to a rock and its individual minerals and compounds which are all made of those smaller elements which mutually bring each other into existence.
The fact is that consciousness is simply everything that is. The only difference is in the way in which experience is rendered from being to being, thing to thing and part to part. The difference in the consciousness of a rock and that of a “living” being, is that a rock lacks an element called a brain (and the subsequent infrastructure of the senses) to actively respond to phenomena and identify its body as an integrated whole; however, it is conscious nonetheless. Consciousness of this is interdependent on the consciousness of that, and thus the world that is can exist. It is this non-absolute nature of consciousness that breeds the world around it, which illustrates the holographic nature of consciousness itself and thus maintains that the world it is within is an illusion; a fractal hologram.
Within this hologram of a world, when “you” examine yourself, where then are your thoughts, and indeed do they exist in the first place? Simply attempting to use the reasoning that you are thinking so therefore you are is not sufficient, because who is thinking? Where is your mind? You can say it’s in your brain, but then where in your brain? Is it located in a specific region, a specific cell? And do those cells also not have their own smaller parts, who then have their own smaller parts? Few are aware of the fact that the apparent solidity of things in the human sense realm is not all there is. Few are aware that in looking at your arm or a table, there exists below the shallow display of ordered form, the ability of one’s point of observation to extend increasingly further, going deeper and deeper, similar to what happens when you zoom into a rendering of the earth on a computer starting from space and eventually ending up in someone’s living room. There is an entire universe of hidden information concealed from the senses, because the realm of ordered form which the senses reside within, known as the human organism and its surrounding world, needs not tune into this immense matrix of concealed information for day to day operation. If it did, the organism would thus be rendered far beyond confused, with a crippling inability to function properly. However, all one needs is strong enough instrumentation to delve down or expand out, and one will see that whether small or large, that which is, will never be held by the limit of absoluteness, neither in size, nor in form. What exists in the infinitely small, is mirrored in the infinitely large–”As above, so below.”
The world is a hologram, and there is a plethora of scientific studies that are finding evidence to support this. According to my own personal proposition of the nature of existence, I propound that the senses command the systematic ordering of information which they receive, in accordance with what the organism requires for it to function. This is similar to an aspect of physicist David Bohm’s and psychologist Karl Pribram’s study of the holonomic nature of the brain (Holonomic Brain Theory), dubbed the “lens-defined model of brain function”. It was thus concluded (which is in stark agreement with my own individual assessment of the nature of reality) that once the “lens” of the senses is taken away, what’s left is a hologram–energy in varying frequencies, which all contain traces of the whole; a trove of hidden information. In other words, the organism itself breeds the forms of its reality, and in its absence, what is left is what can be described as the constituent probabilities and potential for reality as we know it. This is a principle that the field of quantum mechanics explores, which includes the “entangled” nature of subatomic particles, where multiple particles, appearing to be separate entities, behave as, and in fact plausibly are, the same particle, exhibiting identical properties and mirrored remnants of cause and effect; what is done to one particle, is existent in the “other” particles–the hallmark of a hologram. Additionally, what Pribram and Bohm found is that the brain operates according to Fourier mathematics (Fourier Transforms), which incidentally is the very form of mathematics that is used in holography. So, it seems that the brain itself is oriented to render holographic information, and for what purpose would this be other than to operate within a hologram? This is a plausible explanation as to how memories are encoded in the brain, where each part contains the sum, and memories have no defined location absent of interconnection between neurological regions.
The Phenomenon of Solidity
You can’t put your hand through a “solid” form because the consciousness (as I explained previously is merely the ability of things, in acknowledgement of the existence of other things, to act upon and be acted upon by each other) breeds energetic and apparent “physical” barriers. This same phenomenon will cause one to cut themselves, break limbs and drinking glasses and such. It may be hard to believe that one is actually bringing such things into existence themselves, but understanding this is akin to attempting to visualize a massive object, say the size of a mountain, moving at the speed of light–what it would look like and its affect on the fabric of space-time that it moves through. In other words, it’s incredibly hard and unnecessary to wrap the faculties of the mind around, in terms of the need of the organism to function and survive in its ordered realm. Thus, likewise, the holographic matrix that encompasses and manifests the medium that gives rise to known reality, is quite literally an invisible inconceivability, dependent on frequencies of consciousness to manifest visible and tangible form.
Why do a majority of people feel as though humans do not have the ability to see beyond what their own senses tell them? It is simply because the paradigm of the society which we have built for ourselves radically dismisses that which is intangible and can not be quantified, for an indulgent drive to acquire material things perceived to be separate from ourselves. It’s a desperate attempt to literally buy feelings and experiences. Such a paradigm leaves little room for the questioning of the fabric of reality that one’s brain and its thoughts have developed around.
The holographic nature of reality can explain a myriad of phenomena, from telepathy, to the existence of ghosts; however, those are reserved for subsequent articles. Inconceivable or not, the principle of the holographic nature of existence and consciousness has very strong signs lending to the possibility of its validity. Reality in such a form as is suggested here, is not a new concept; delvers into the crevices of consciousness have explored similar signatures of the fabric of existence for as long as it was discovered that it could be done. What is happening now, and has been for a good number of decades, are collective strides that the human race is making in uncovering for ourselves, the primer for the interconnectedness of everyone, and the limitless potential of consciousness.
Oh, you humans….
A pine seed will only grow into a pine tree;
An apple seed can only grow into an apple tree;
So, too, will the mind grow into its own true nature.
But like seeds, where a pine seed can not grow into an
And an apple seed can not grow into an oak tree;
The mind will grow into what ever tree it is able to
Application of the force of will is futile;
Force against those you raise will damage their roots.
Force will not make growth happen;
Instead it will ultimately end up killing the seed.
When it grows, and what it grows into is up to the seed
and the seed alone.
No supposed to be…
No should be…
Competing against those who are perceived separate,
will kill both,
For both believe that both are superior to both.
There is enough for everyone, and it will only become clear,
once everyone knows who they are.
If no one knows who they are, then there will always be
If you know who you are, then you know existence is on
… No need to bend it to your will,
because there, then, is nothing to fear.
Your brains are bigger than a squirrel’s,
yet it is a squirrel who seems to know more about
being human than you.
“Enough is enough, you guys screwed it up, we need to take our planet back.”
There is No Enemy
Shi Song Shu having learned vegetable planting from his mysteriously intriguing human teacher, was in the garden tending to his corn stalks. The sun was directly overhead, signaling the appearance of mid-day. A breeze suddenly arose, and Song Shu stopped to bask in the brisk relief it brought from the pounding sun. A rustling noise caught his attention, and his ear twitched as it honed in on the direction of the sound. Being that there is a family of stray cats that roam around the neighborhood, Song Shu was quite sure he knew what the sound was, and he feigned obliviousness, continuing with his gardening. The cat closed in step by deliberate step. He got close enough to pounce, and as he leaped, Song Shu evaded his attack effortlessly. The cat continued to pursue, but his advances were futile as Song Shu seemed to dodge and float through the air as freely and evasively as rice paper caught in the wind. It was not long until the cat tired, and his advances were diminished to labored panting. Song Shu, seeing that the cat was unable to continue, approached him and drew his dried gourd of water and handed it to him. The cat initially stunned, not wanting to pass up a drink of water at this critical moment, grasped the gourd and tossed it back. Song Shu stood and smiled as he watched the cat take in this desperately needed water.
“Thank you,” the cat began, panting as the last drops of water dripped from the fur on his lower jaw, “may I ask why you saw it fit to give me a drink even after I just tried to eat you? I must say, it rather took me by surprise.”
“You needed water,” Song Shu replied in his even-toned voice.
“Well sure, but you could have died because of me,” the cat said, trying desperately to understand his former prey seemingly turned friend.
“Maybe, but I didn’t, and you still needed water,” replied Song Shu, still in his original even tone. The cat’s stomach grumbled. Song Shu continues, “I was just about to make something to eat. If you are hungry, I can make something for you also.”
“Well, I am hungry, but I don’t want to impose.” His stomach grumbled again.
“No imposition, I assure you it’s quite alright. Come.” Song Shu prepared two bowls of noodles for the two of them, and they sat together at the table at the base of Song Shu’s tree. Song Shu said nothing, but all the while, the cat was running thoughts around in his mind. He had clearly just tried to take this humble little squirrel’s life, but now he acted as if it never happened, and even made him a bowl of noodles to quell his hunger. Song Shu could sense the weight on the cats mind, and without looking up from his bowl of noodles, asked, “What’s troubling you, friend?”
“I’m just confused, I suppose. Most squirrels are afraid of us cats, and stay away. Likewise, we cats chase those squirrels and try to eat them, so naturally the squirrels would stay away. But you seem not to be scared, nor are you trying to flee. Instead you invited me to a bowl of your delicious noodles… Some would say that we are supposed to be enemies,” the cat explained. Shi Song Shu gave a soft chuckle at the cat’s last sentence, and lifted his chopsticks to his mouth, and sucked the noodles in with a quick slurp.
“There is only an enemy when your mind says there is an enemy. If one is not to be another’s enemy, he need only put down the idea for it to happen,” Song Shu replied, once again, in his tranquil tone. “You tried to eat me because you were hungry. Your mind saw a squirrel and equated me with food. When you could not catch me, I surmised that you were still hungry, thus, I offered to make you some food so you could fill your stomach.” Shi Song Shu took another slurp of noodles, then continued, “I have no wish to be enemies with you, so why would I act in a manner that enemies do?”
The cat was puzzled, for he did not know how to respond to Song Shu’s answer, and it completely took him by surprise. He had never thought of this type of situation in such a manner before. He had no words. Song Shu gently took notice of the cat’s silence.
“Ah ha!” Song Shu exclaimed, chuckling blissfully, “there you are! An honor to make your acquaintance, my friend,” bowing his head slightly, eyes seemingly shut. The cat was perplexed, yet also intrigued by this most peculiar squirrel. He replied, in soft acknowledgement, nodding his head in return, “An honor.”
“Some tea?” asked Song Shu, offering his special brew of pine tea.
“Yes, please,” replied the cat, humbly.
Song Shu sat on the deck of his tree temple which he built not long after he began his seclusion. He was sitting, meditating on the sunrise. Yellow-stained orange light illuminated Song Shu’s sitting place, as not one movement was there from his body; breathing steady as a mechanical pump. Chirping from the birds suddenly arose as the sun drew higher in the sky.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from in back and above Song Shu. A young bird sat atop the temple roof, peering down at the unmoving squirrel.
“I am sitting,” replied Song Shu as he let the air from his lungs escape as smoothly as water through a cell membrane. He did not turn around to see who it was. He continued in his unflinching pose.
“What for?” asked the bird, fluttering down to get a glimpse of this peculiar squirrel. “Are you injured or something? Can you not forage today?”
“No, I am quite well.”
“So why are you sitting here like this?” the bird was increasing his curious tone, as he sought to inquire as to the strange non-activity of the squirrel.
“Just to sit.”
“Oh…” The bird was rather unsatisfied with this answer. This squirrel’s strange manner rather perplexed him, since he had never seen anyone, let alone a squirrel, sitting so still unless it was feeding on an acorn, or scared stiff. The bird began to pace around in front of Song Shu, studying him, thinking, reasoning. He looked at Song Shu’s face and noticed his eyes were closed.
“Sleepy, perhaps?” asked the bird.
“No, I am quite firmly awake,” replied Song Shu, still in his usual serene, unperturbed tone.
“Oh…” He hopped toward Song Shu. He wanted to examine him closer. Song Shu, feeling the bird’s curiosity beating down on him like the mid-day sun, shown a gentle smile.
“Curious bird, would you really like to know why I am sitting?” uttered Song Shu.
“Why, yes, of course!” the bird replied with a delighted flutter of his wings.
“I am sitting for the same reason the sun shines, the grass is green, and the trees are tall,” answered Song Shu, his breathing never breaking rhythm. The bird tipped his head to one side in utter baffled confusion. That didn’t answer his question at all, and what’s worse, it created even more questions that the young bird simply could not put his head around. His body slacked, as he let out a bellow of disappointed breath.
“I don’t quite understand such an answer, sir,” squeaked the bird. He plunked his body down on the deck in front of Song Shu, with a quick ruffle of his feathers, settling in.
“Good, you can join me while I sit,” said Song Shu, eyes still closed.
“Do you do this every morning?” Asked the bird, half expecting to receive another nonsensical response.
“From night until day, I sit,” replied Song Shu. The bird fluttered his feathers in amazement.
“What do you mean? Don’t you sleep?” the bird asked.
“When I am tired, I will sleep.”
“But how do you go an entire night without sleeping?”
“As peacefully as a rock sits on the ground in Spring.” Alas, the bird was to get no definitive answers from this squirrel, which quite ironically sparked his curiosity to want to know more.
“How do you do this sitting?” the bird asked after a long pause of deliberation.
“Just sit,” replied Song Shu. “But sit without yourself,” he added. Sigh, more incomprehensibility, but the young bird was intrigued, nonetheless.
“I shall try this ‘sitting with no meaning’. I am but a young bird. I haven’t much else to do.”
“Very well. Do as you wish.” Song Shu finally opened his eyes, and looked down at the little bird. “If you want to learn, we shall begin your training tomorrow, at dawn. I will go tend to the garden now. You should fly home to your nest.” The little bird fluttered his wings with excitement.
“Ok! I will be back early tomorrow,” he exclaimed with glee.