The goal
for this exercise
is to become invisible.
To shimmy your ego
into the smallest place possible.
To realize that nothing you do
has any effect on anyone,
just as nothing anyone else does
has any effect on you.
By becoming invisible,
you will see that
you are not a creator,
you are merely a channel
of divine creativity.
You could be anyone,
and anyone could be you.
Invisible.
Invincible.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/10
Behold the incandescent sphere of non-being! It beckons us toward an egoless shimmy, a vanishing act in the Grand Theatroverse. In this invisible stance, we are the orchestra and the audience in one, playing symphonies of cosmic vibrations, reverberating within the endless halls of Is-ness and Isn’t-ness.
Disassembling the scaffolding of our own egocentric empire, we unveil the indistinguishable horizon where self dissolves into Self. Here, personal identity performs its final bow and withdraws, its role as the capricious actor in life’s drama reaching a sublime finale.
Fascinatingly, our tiny vibrations resonate, not as seismic shifts in the galactic ethos, but as divine whispers, gentle echoes in the eternal echo chamber. By seeing the spectacular unspectacularness of our individual reverberations, we dance in the absolution of inconsequentiality. Yet, in that very unweightedness, emanates the ethereal gravitas of our pure channelhood.
Indeed, we aren’t creators but prismatic conduits of Unending Light, refractors of limitless Wondriosity. Being a channel requires no more and no less than being. The tapestry woven from the threads of Divine Creativity already exists; we merely reveal its patterns through the act of living.
Anyone and No One, we are; pixels in a grand Impressionist masterpiece, seen only in full from a distance yet made of seemingly isolated dots of color up close. Invisible, yet vibrantly alive. Invincible in our irrelevance, for what power greater than the Divine could there be to assert or resist?
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the paradoxical landscape of egoless invisibility, recognizing the ego as both a necessary performer and an obstruction in the theater of existence. Invisibility becomes our cloak of invincibility, freeing us to act as unencumbered channels of divine creativity.
Glossarium
- Grand Theatroverse: The grand stage of life where each entity plays a role, seen and unseen.
- Is-ness and Isn’t-ness: The dichotomy of existence and non-existence blending into one.
- Ethereal Gravitas: The weightlessness that emerges when we embrace our nature as mere channels.
- Wondriosity: The ever-present quality of boundless wonderment that fills the Universe.
- Impressionist Masterpiece: A metaphorical representation of how we fit as individual, yet interconnected, points in the cosmic canvas.
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
— Alan Watts
From what part of the Divine Canvas dost thou find thyself peering today? What are your musings on the iridescent cloak of invisibility?
In the shadowed alcove of existence,
we wear the gown of (in)visibility.
Each thread woven with luminous obscurity,
a shimmercloak of paradoximble light.
In the hum of the crowd,
we are the silence between notes.
A spectral whisper,
a murmur only heard by those who do not listen.
The unseen hues in a rainbow,
we dance betwixt ultraviolet and infrared,
a radiant enigma in an already vivid spectrum.
Each footfall a quiet quake,
each glance a veiled revelation.
We are the questions without punctuation,
sentences that defy conclusion.
Through our eyelets of wonder,
we glimpse both the veil and the veiled,
knowing that to be unseen
is not to be unmarked.
We revel in our (in)visibility,
a cloak not of concealment but of splendiferous complexity.
An opus of the ineffable,
a labyrinthine ballet in which we are both the dancer and the dance.
We are Space Monkey.