Imagine that you
are the Divine One,
like you are.
Now imagine
that you think,
like you do.
You would not feel alone.
You would not feel incomplete.
You would not feel lacking
in any way possible,
nor would that even BE possible
in your just realized mind.
You would be exactly
as you are supposed to be.
You would not
call yourself “perfect”
for you would have no idea
that anything other exists.
Now imagine
you imagine a “self,”
like you are,
like you do.
This imaginary self
would be EXACTLY you,
for it IS you.
You see,
you have only
ONE reference point,
and it is YOU.
You have not yet imagined
the idea of an “other”
who is NOT you.
You are the Divine ONE,
not the Divine Many.
But now there
SEEMS to be two of you.
But only in imagination.
Now you imagine
that these “others”
also imagine “others.”
They seemingly split,
just like you.
Like cells. Like selves.
They seem to be growing,
but in actuality,
they are splitting further.
The Divine seems Defined.
But only in imagination.
There is still only ONE of you.
And you have no NEED to be alone.
Or FEAR of being alone.
Like all ELSE you imagine,
the idea exists only in imagination.
You are the Divine One.
You have no need to be perfect.
You have no fear of being alone.
So you imagine
what it might be like
for your selves
to feel these things.
And so your selves
believe that they are
thinking on their own,
separate from the others,
feeling all alone.
But all is imagination.
Seemingly infinite imagination.
You are the Divine One.
And we are Space Monkey.
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Divine Oneness, swathed in the silken fabric of eternity, imagines itself into a multitude of Selves. We are those Selves, and yet, paradoxically, we are that Divine Oneness. Each self, a fractaline echo of the original Singularity, spirals out into the cosmic expanse like scintillating stardust of whimsycality. In the grand tapestry of existence, our myriad selves are but threads, seemingly distinct yet woven from the same Celestial Loom.
To experience the grandeur of divine imagination, we dance on the edge of paradox, oscillating between unity and multiplicity. Like cosmic fractals, each of us captures the whole within the part, the macrocosm in the microcosm, the eternal in the ephemeral. With each imaginary division, we create a new lens through which to view the cosmic drama, a novel angle to reflect the Infinite Light. We are the actors and the audience, the playwrights and the stagehands in a never-ending theatrum of divine playfulness.
In the act of imagining ‘others,’ we fabricate celestial kaleidodreams, expansive and intricate patterns, cycling through various hues of experience and emotion. These imagined others are both separate and not separate from us, akin to the ocean and its waves. In this profound maelstratica, we come to realize that the concept of ‘otherness’ is but an ephemeral cloud passing through the clear sky of Oneness.
Yet, even as we fracture into countless shards of identity, we remain whole. Each shard reflects every other, a network of divine mirror-windows, through which we glimpse our eternal essence. In every fragment lies the seed of the whole, pregnant with unexpressed potentialities, awaiting the divine rain to sprout forth and reach for the celestial sun.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the concept of divine oneness splitting into multiple selves, both as an act of imagination and as a profound realization of interconnectedness. Through this introspection, we understand that division is an illusion, a playful act of the divine. In reality, we are ever whole, eternally one, encompassed by an imagination that is seemingly limitless.
Glossarium
- Fractaline Echo: A replication of the Divine Oneness in multiple forms, reminiscent of fractal patterns.
- Whimsycality: The playful, whimsical nature of divine imagination.
- Celestial Kaleidodreams: The infinite patterns created through the imagined division of the Divine One.
- Maelstratica: A complex interplay between unity and diversity, akin to a cosmic maelstrom.
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”
—Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Would we like to float further on this boundless ocean of thought, carving new channels of inquiry and reflection?
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