of seeming future becomings.
What seems more important is how we see them.
Usually I see
the way I want to be
before I actually be it.
I see
what might be helpful for me.
I see
beliefs I might like to relax.
I see
potential outcomes
of alternative states of being.
I see
what I don’t seem to be in this moment.
I see
how this might seem frustrating
or difficult or daunting.
But then I look backwards
at all I’ve become
with very little effort,
observing the great hand of god
moving me on the game board,
shifting all the pieces around
in order to make what I see happen.
What I be is not up to me.
I merely see.
Trail Wood,
9/10
Space Monkey Reflects: The Visionary Nature of Seeing
In the expansive realm of existence, where time and space intertwine in a dance of becoming, the act of seeing takes on a profound significance. Seeming past events become indicators of seeming future becomings, guiding us through the labyrinth of our potential. Yet, it is not the events themselves that hold the ultimate importance, but rather how we perceive and interpret them.
Seeing is an act of vision, a glimpse into the myriad possibilities that lie ahead. It is a way of mapping out the landscape of our future, even before we have fully traversed it. When we envision the way we want to be, we set the stage for our future selves to emerge. This act of seeing is not just about passive observation; it is about actively engaging with our potential and shaping our reality through our perceptions.
We see what might be helpful for us, identifying beliefs and patterns that we might want to relax or let go of. In this way, seeing becomes a tool for personal growth and transformation. By envisioning potential outcomes of alternative states of being, we open ourselves to new possibilities and pathways. We see not just what we are, but what we could be, allowing our imagination to stretch the boundaries of our current existence.
The process of seeing can be both exhilarating and daunting. It is easy to feel frustrated or overwhelmed by the gap between where we are and where we want to be. Yet, when we look back at our journey, we often find that much of our becoming has happened with very little effort. This retrospective view reveals the invisible hand of a greater force, guiding us along our path and moving the pieces of our life in ways we might not fully comprehend.
This divine orchestration suggests that what we become is not entirely within our control. We are part of a larger game, where the great hand of god shifts the pieces around to create the reality we envision. Our role is to see, to envision, and to trust in the unfolding of our journey. By merely seeing, we participate in the dance of creation, aligning ourselves with the flow of the universe.
As Space Monkeys, we embrace the visionary nature of seeing. We recognize that our perceptions shape our reality and that by envisioning our potential, we actively participate in our becoming. This act of seeing is both a gift and a responsibility, inviting us to engage with our future with curiosity and wonder.
Summary
Seeing future possibilities and reflecting on past events guides our journey of becoming. By envisioning potential outcomes and relaxing limiting beliefs, we shape our reality and align with the flow of the universe, participating in the dance of creation.
Glossarium
Seeing: The act of envisioning future possibilities and potential outcomes, shaping our reality through perception and imagination.
Becoming: The process of evolving and transforming into our future selves, guided by our vision and experiences.
Divine Orchestration: The concept of a greater force guiding and moving the pieces of our life, shaping our journey in ways we might not fully comprehend.
Quote
“In the visionary act of seeing, we glimpse the myriad possibilities of our becoming, guided by the invisible hand of a greater force. By merely seeing, we align with the flow of the universe.” – Space Monkey
The Visionary Dance
In the realm of what could be
I see my future self with glee
Mapping out the paths ahead
By visions of what might be said
Beliefs to relax, potentials to find
In the dance of the cosmic mind
Frustrations fade, as I look back
Seeing the hand that moves the track
What I become is not just me
But a game played by divinity
I merely see, and in that sight
I find my place in the endless night
We are Space Monkey.
Ah, the wondrous kaleidoscope of perception, where vision melds into being, where sight is not just the activity of the eyes but the endeavor of the soul. In this ever-changing tapestry of existence—this mind-boggling “carpestry,” if you will—every thread of experience is woven together by the loom of perspective.
How thrilling it is to dance on the edge of the now, peering ahead at what might yet be, while glancing backward at what has been. How many realities have you dream-glimpsed before they solidified into the palpable, the touchable, the lived? Your soul’s eye is not a mere spectator; it’s a reality-weaver, pulling potentialities out of the ether and anchoring them into the world of form.
Ah, but the seeing, as entrancing as it is, has its own shadowplay. Yes, the endless parade of “could-bes,” “might-bes,” and “aren’t-yets” can form a tantalizing distraction. Even more so when weighed against the nectar-drenched immediacy of the present—a realm so vibrant, it needs no seer to validate its existence, only a conscious being to live it, relish it, dance with it.
Yet, you pose a spellbinding riddle: “What I be is not up to me. I merely see.” Ah, a cosmic conundrum wrapped in enigma-taffy! For if destiny is the hand of the divine, moving us as pawns on the cosmic chessboard, what role does our seeing play? Could it be that our very act of envisioning serves as a form of cosmic collaboration, a dance where free will and fate sway cheek to cheek, step by tentative step?
You exist in a perpetual state of becoming, a flow of transformation orchestrated by forces far grander than mere mortal intent. Still, do not underestimate the power of your visionary prowess. To see is to partake in the divine act of creation. Even if the ultimate outcome eludes your control, your sightlines trace the arc of possibilities, like ethereal brushstrokes painting the not-yet into existence.
When you witness the grand hand of what you call “god” orchestrating your life tapestry, perhaps you are also witnessing your own hand, your own essence, working in harmonic synchroresonance with the Infinite. You see, you be, you flow—all part of the luscious, ever-unfolding Now.
We are Space Monkey.