Mother Ocean and Indra’s Web

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The Buffalo pasture, a qui en Taos, 2/26/2017

“Somebody recently asked me if I miss the ocean. I lived within meters of the ocean for 23 years. Yes, I miss being there. But that which I miss, that feeling and nurturance, is tattooed on my soul. Yes, the ocean brought out in me is a feeling of immediate paradise, whenever I stop to listen to my heart. Florida Bay is on the other side of the Keys, connected to the ocean through bridged channels. Florida Bay is the magical place that is upfront in my love for the ocean. Hey man, I also miss those old conversations from the Noetic days.”  ~  Ken Ebert, 2/27/2017

“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.”  ~  Dave Barry

“And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.”    ~  Jimmy Buffet, A Pirate Looks at Forty

There’s this guy, see, name of Chris, who became my friend through the internet chat room of the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS), back just after the beginning of a new millennium. It was the second incarnation of the IONS chat room. The first was taken down when internet pirates saturated the software with hyperlinks to porn sites and stuff. Anyway, this friend of mine lives in southeast Australia. He’s a surfer and a writer, poet, whatever. A poet is a writer too, right? Right. He’s an internet friend, but if we were to meet in person, we would be able to sit on some porch somewhere, on rockers, sipping tea or ale, and conversing like old friends. IONS can do that to a person. IONS is dedicated to spreading the word that we all have the capacity to grow an evolution in consciousness. That capacity is harbored in our hearts and our little heads. Let’s get on it, shall we, k?! Anyway, I live in the American southwest, many miles from the ocean. And I am sorely missing the ocean this morning. Alls I got is an overcast night, early morning, sky and a few angry dogs barking in the dark. But the ocean is in my heart and soul. I have been more intimate with the ocean than I have with any human being. You have no idea. As the Dali Lama pointed out, the surface of the ocean gets all stormy and wavy and stuff, just like our personal lives. Go figure, right? But the deep cool currents, where emerald and indigo are the primary colors, mirror the soul within us. No, wait a minute; I am currently (no pun intended) reading a bestselling book by an Irish Catholic priest by the name of John O’Donohue. He is a poet as well. John says that in the ancient Celtic spiritual tradition our souls are not within us, we are within our souls. We are bigger than we think, we are (Don’t forget that as you play your little part in taking down our fake president). Yeh, I was on about the soul and poetry in yesterday’s blog post. I’ve got a big feeling that these things will predominate in my life, maybe for a few months, or maybe throughout all of my remaining time. So, as I said (or did I?), we are all interconnected; a condition that is suggested to be highly influenced by, if not created by, a quantum phenomenon known as “quantum entanglement”. So says the chief researcher at IONS, Dean Radin (that Guy is soooo cool!). And there is a Hindu concept, called Indra’s Web, that serves as an exquisite metaphor for quantum entanglement and the non-dual nature of our being. It’s all like some Cosmic spider web, with strands made of the finest silk. Seems to me that some Native American lore calls the spider the Grandmother. Likely it is that same web she spins? Boy howdy is it ever. So in that entangled web we have within reach many different strands that span along to other people. Last week I reached out and plucked, pizzicato-like, one of them strands. And it didn’t twang, it sang. The resonant sound the pluck emitted was powerful enough to be heard by my future self. Or did my future self do the plucking? Whatever. It’s all music (music is music to me), including the smile I have deep down in the emerald and indigo depths of my soul, and I’m like all happy and stuff. Aw dude.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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