Boundary of the One

Boundary of The One

If a tree of life falls in the void and no one is around to hear it- will consciousness emerge in accordance with the anthropic principle in order to witness it?.

Consciousness is an ambiguous word. It can act almost as a Rorschach blot in which the reader inflects whatever their own particular bias is, into the meaning. It has been said, by contemporary neuroscientists, that consciousness doesn't exist. Put differently- that it is simply an epiphenomena, an aftereffect, irrelevant to the processes of a living human. To those who aren't looking through a glass obscured by dogma, this might seem completely absurd. It requires that we negate all subjective experience or awareness, which is all internal experience. An idea that- that is not real which cannot be measured by an external observer.. Except, of course, no observer can be completely external from that which is observed. No other is completely other; and no self is completely self. Self contains a seed of other and other contains a seed of self. So such dogmas require a suspension of belief only in order to accept an completely external theory of 'other' that has been handed to us as THE WORD through institutional orthodoxy. A reducio ad absurdum. The purpose of these words are not to argue against neuroscience obviously because there is much truth to be found in this perspective but rather partially just to dance with words around this subject.. It is probably only in the ability to hold multiple perspectives without grasping too tightly onto anyone particular one that we can approximate something that is 'true enough'.. especially when dealing with a word as ambiguous and fluid as 'consciousness'.

So with the ambiguity of words forefront in our mind, we reach out in the darkness to try and intuit some grasp of this elusive knowing we call consciousness. This might seem a futile task as 'the tao that can be spoken is not the eternal tao' but it is the nature of mind to reflect. Language seems to be a singularity and so it's nature is paradoxical. We should understand that the map is not the territory, the menu is not the meal. The finger that points at the moon is not the moon. With foreknowledge of that difference, we attempt to language the unspeakable. It seems to me that awareness, consciousness, is a child staring back at it's mother. The capacity of relationship between self and other. This seems a simple capacity but, as chaos theory tells us, complexity arises from simplicity, such is the nature of rising spiral serpent of life.

Let us assume that the astronomers and cosmologists are correct in their big bang hypothesis. In this narrative then, in the primordial time after the big bang, the universe cooled sufficiently to have orbital-boundaries of gravitation. What differentiates the complex chemistry of swarms of atmospheric & geological form and the biological form that follows was that a membrane, a proto-cell wall, formed around these swarms of chemistry.. As this boundary arises, consequently so does the dichotomy of inside/outside.. It seems the first proto-lifeforms were self-organizing chemical bubbles delineated by the membrane between internal & external chemistry.. but only in temporary haphazard fluidity. What differentiates these protean proto-lifeforms, from what we define as life, is that they hadn't fully decoupled from the medium.. There was not a fixed boundary; just free flowing temporary autonomous zones of complex chemistry.. The cell forms when this boundary obtained stasis. The pulsating boundary membrane of the One.

‘Healthy systems don't want homeostasis. They want chaos,"

"Tao becomes the One, The One becomes Two, Two becomes three and three becomes ten thousand things.."—Lao Tsu

At this single-celled level, it's a simple two dimensional dichotomy. A sense of inside distinguished from environment. Every inside has an outside. The outside-other can be used for energy to perpetuate inside-self... This is not an intellectual knowing because, by definition, this requires an intellect or what we define as mind.. but a knowing more analogous to that of a heliotrope, plants. Heliotropism is an aspect of plants whose parts such as leaves and flowers turn towards the light of the sun. (Helios, greek personification of the Sun, and trope which means 'to turn') Does this knowing have a location? How would we define such a knowing? Perhaps as sensations of energy upon a membrane, whose evolution is directed by energetic strange attractors, intuitions of wholeness upon a varying spectrum of dimensionality of felt experience.

For a long time, scientists thought that the analogous form or "brain" of the cell, was the nucleus. This seems to me to be a projection of culturally defined anthropomorphic tendencies into biology.. As it turns out, the nucleus of a cell is actually the reproductive system of a cell. This made sense as the 'brain' for scientists at the time as it was the 'center' of the cell and contained genetic information. It would seem to me that stems from a patriarchal paradigm of science at the time, tinged with vestiges of freudian thinking, they were thinking with their *cough*, 'little scientists' and projecting that into biology. The actual homologous form of a brain in the cell is the cell wall, or the membrane.. "The skin" of the cell is "the brain" of the cell.. and to compress millions of years of evolution grossly into a run on sentence of signals- The boundary membrane of the cell eventually has it's fractal reiteration on another layer of magnification expressed as what we term- the nervous system. As the flows fill niches of dimensionality and the carved creodes of that interaction engrained knowing spontaneously overflows into language from minds capable of carving such an experience in a medium. Seed pieces of the one life turning towards the source from which they arise, energetic recognition like a child staring back at it's mother. The goddess of Gaia, daughter of Sophia, wisdom of the open sky. We turn towards the sun/son, as the eternal flowering of the one eye most high.

In the chaotic bubbling of primordial life- As the One membrane wall emerges around the perpetual swirling of now internal chemistry, pushed and pulled in the chemical ocean of the Aeons. A primordial pair of twins arose. In this story I imagine one of these cells being connected, an ever present gnosis or knowing. Never forgetting the spectrum signal, knowing the light as the ever present flux of energy that lies under the surface of things and never loosing it's connection with the source of becoming. In this, I see that as the proto-plant cell. It aligned itself with the strange attractor of light and that is how it's evolution unfolded.. but the other cell missed the mark.. It was blind to that energy instead of it's membrane wall connecting with the source of energy abundant and overflowing around it.. it could only be envious and jealous.. so it devoured and destroyed.. conquered it's dimensionality.. replicated, developed a more focused membrane wall with tools like eyes, ears, noses, claws, hands, thumbs, weapons, feet, shoes, cars, calls, songs, language, stories, books, television, computers, and networks still grasping and reaching for that energy.. but never looking inside it's walls to find the abundance overflowing. Never remembering that it was always that source, that totality.

Observing without judgment, feeling without attachment, speaking as if breathing, walking as if I've never moved from the ground of chaotic fluctuation. If nature is change then my nature has never changed and I remain sitting here on this ground where I was before birth and where I am watching from my death; in the flash before the curtain call; a knowledge and conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel.

Here- It appears as if we have different senses.. it seems to me, that they are all variations of magnifications of manifestation of the One Sense. Creativity as alchemical synæsthesia. Intuiting through layers of vibratory fields of reality, acting like attractor points upon the evolution of the surface of the bounded membrane of divine chaos. The macrocosm seeks knowledge within the organism, the microcosm. This is the divine seed of our emergent autopoietic form within the fertile emptiness which grows the tree of life. The axis mundi. We are the one boundary and the source from which it arises. The figure and the ground, the silence and the sound. The beginning and the end. The serpent climbs and the dove descends. Awareness of this autonomy is the source of freedom for the microcosm within the macrocosm.. Our determined drive to be free, a coincidence of opposites, and the reconciliation of duality; a lotus flower in bloom. Our evolution towards our totality, a gnosis of the metacontext outside the boundary of our prism cell of space-time that we split in linguistic boundary lines of awareness but that gestates in this mama matrix most mysterious. Mama, Material, Matter, Magic, Mary, Maya, Mother of the Buddha. Our transcendence is immanent. Our immanence is transcendent.

The dance of archetypal forms upon a stage but the proscenium has been broken. The fourth wall has been lifted. Actors spill out among the audience; the audience among the actors. The boundaries are dissolving. Our evolution leads us to ever-expanding layers of relationship between increasingly complex morphic attractor clouds of identities of selves and others, the everyday play of archetypal forms. Eventually single celled life "learns" to differentiate the boundary, not at the cell wall membrane, in divide dual but rather at ever broadening collective levels of totality. Thus we get multi-celled organisms, multiple single cells which act in symbiotic unison, or mutual aid, as a single identity/organism.. there is differentiation but there is also integration. The whole is more than the sum of it's parts but each part, like a hologram, reflects the whole. We identify the other and integrate it. This is the alchemical principle of dissolve and combine; solve et coagula.

The broadening sense of Self, or perhaps emergent knowing without identity, or most accurately- both. Just as the electron is both particle and wave depending upon the observer. The binding of identity integrates that which is other into that which is self.. This expanding process of relation maximizes complexity through the integration, synthesis, or perhaps we could even say symbiosis of forms. The synesthesia between our brain, our actions, our imagination, or what in times past might have been called the soul and the boundary of the body. The soul is not inside the body, the body is inside the soul.

It might seem as if we have fallen from grace in some sort of hell..but it's a hell of our own creation.,. and nothing burns in hell but the self. The alchemical fire of gnosis is when the energy burning away in the relationship between a self battling an other, that is actually just a different level of self, is freed and unbound.. like a energetic knot being untied, a boundary dis-illusion. Unchained from our chains of cause and effect, which Prometheus now wears for giving us this fire. It seems to me what differentiates more evolved animal forms from their more primordial cousins is this capacity to sense expanding layers of collectivized identities, coalesce and dissolve. Solve et coagula.. but conversely, they have not forgotten as we have their original identity. They remember their original face from before they were born and so they do not live in the valley of the shadow of death.

Language might be a singularity but identity seems a plurality of singularities. It seems to me (...or perhaps us) that there are actually numerous autonomous identities within us that we navigate as we encounter the world.. We touch other lives and internalize narratives that resonate with the surface of our boundary. We put on different masks in the archetypal play. 'We' as the soul-observer of these identities jump from orbit to orbit like an electron jumping from different atomic orbits. As a culture, we tend to lack cross-state retention and as we move between these orbits of identity- we identify completely with a particular orbit.. and live in the language of that particular orbit. We cannot have external social cohesion until we have internal social cohesion because only in language can the two be decoupled. Replication virus of left brain categorization differentiation, a crystallization of ego atomization imploding the alien nation. My inner mystic is not my inner skeptic.. nor is it my inner existentialist, and they often argue. My inner ego individualist is probably not my inner anarcho-collectivist.. my inner scared child is none of these people. The spirit must hold it's child, the body, and tell it everything's going to be alright. The whole is more than the sum of it's parts. It is also emergent from these parts and to cling to particularly to a singularity of identity is to be lost out at sea in a storm.. In the eye of the storm is the seed of emptiness within the form. The ground of fertile chaos from which the slightest intimations of truth can arise.

We are tied in illusory knots, like a chinese finger trap, the harder we try to get it off- the tighter they get. The fragmented illusory ego remains in the illusion of fragmentation until one is able to differentiate and integrate, solve et coagula, the boundary between our persona & our shadow. Thus eliminating the conflict between them and untying the energetic knot. The body feels fragmented and disconnected until one is able to, solve et coagula, the ego-mind consciousness energy from the body consciousness energy and then integrate them into the whole conscious unity that they were to begin with, untying the knot & unbinding the energy.. The mind-body will remain in illusion until it is able to differentiate and integrate the mind-body and the medium .. environment from which it grows and flowers (which includes the language it uses to describe it's experience); Recognizing it's original face as an avatar of Gaia, the goddess or organism of Earth itself. However, even Gaia does not stand alone. It exists as an flowering of the universe. A universe which is known, by a unnamed knowing which arises from an untold primæval Chaos, beyond form and without boundary.

Evolution,
the disintegration of dimensionality
through the dissolution of boundaries
story of the amoeba's immortality
Ouroboros
descending ascent
and the return to totality
the multitude of multiverses
multiplied by ∞ (infinity)
birthing broken mirrors
reflecting shadows of totality
and totality contains
within it's wall
all potentiality
within all of potential
is the lack of totality
a blind god of shadows
we mistake for reality
the spiral serpent climbs the tree
drawn towards finality
to see through duality
a return to totality
avert your gaze from the shadows
to see the source behind
flowers turn towards
the light that shines
to which we have been blind
for the forms of emptiness
are empty of form