My mind is in a constant stream of consciousness with many voices . I begin to identify them and feel that they are consciousness itself in all its many iterations.
I am this current assemblage of experience and input. Here is my output today.
The Voices Of Water
Water is consciousness.
Matter is conscious
Sun gives life.
Matter and water co-create.
Eternal trinity outside of time what is I AM.
Death is inevitable.
Each life force experiences the “7 years of famine and the 7 years of plenty”.
My life in my “luxury” and my art studio is the culmination and the Paradise of so many previous iterations of my essential life force. How the maid who boiled and carried the water, the woman who chopped the wood for husband and children’s bath before hers, love to bathe in the tub. How the artistic person, whose gifts lay unexplored because living required endless labor, delights in my studio. Western culture either does not recognise the indestructible life force or calls it soul. This essential life force or human soul is recognised by Maori who refer to it as Mauri.. Wairua is the designation of the individual soul. Life force itself – flowing in so many channels, is One. I O. Io – supreme beingNonbeing. One Zero.
In this moment many are experiencing the years of famine in which nature’s glory may be more obvious as they live lives more connected to Earth and less sheltered.
May gifts of kindness and food, shelter and hope be theirs more and more, so they may have happiness, if not yet plenty.
Many are experiencing the years of plenty.
Our lack of awareness makes no difference and all the difference to the trajectory of life.
Humanity is moving to awareness of unity. Our species has experienced times of scarcity when we live closer to Earth, and times of plenty, when we harness and master energy. The Holocene pleasant stable temperatures gave us a taste of Paradise. Having kicked ourselves out of Paradise and into the Anthropocene, our species is now heading for the times of scarcity, “when they shall long for death” .
Those of us who see this, and are unable to communicate it effectively;
those of us for whom the reveal of life’s meaning or purpose is unable to stabilize, also “long for death”.
For me, the Hope switch in my brain is constantly returned to the On position, by the Consolations of Philosophy. My joy comes from the Hope that i could share how i see the world. So i do.
My dead are in my head in a constant dialogue. I call them the voices of water. Water is consciousness. Ibi, goddess. Matter, the time and space congealment of energy, is conscious. Sun Ra gives life. Water and matter co-create with that life. The eternal trinity is now and ever shall be.
So many dead, and so many by their own hand. Suicide species! In the consciousness of water, and sunshine, Water is life, Sun gives life. If only I could shine the light into the darkness of meaninglessness and pain.
For me, the voices in my head are the beings now dead who share my life and some of them can speak. Love! is the instruction. “Love thy neighbor as thyself ” – and how we moderns hate ourselves! My dead are already with me and I am already with them. This is Paradise, but it can be hell to live here.
Elizabeth E Mitchell
Silk Painting and Studio Experiences.