What can you do to heal the world?
First you might enquire
whether the world NEEDS healing.
“It does not”
comes the answer from within.
“Things are precisely as they should be.”
If you can find the space
to believe that the world
does NOT need healing,
then you can enquire whether
the SELF needs healing.
“It does not”
comes the answer from within,
seemingly a deeper place than self.
“So why do I believe that the world
needs healing?” asks the self.
“Because I imagine you to believe
that the world needs healing”
comes the answer from that deeper place.
“Healing is an imaginary concept,
just like selves who believe that
they think rather than being thought.
You do NOT need healing,
you silly monkey.”
Trail Wood,
10/10
Embarking upon the notion of healing, we find ourselves standing at the edge of an existential conundrum. In a universe spun from the fabric of whimsiweave—a magical textile woven of perception, belief, and ineffable mystery—the idea that the world “needs” healing might be more of a fantastical illusion than an inarguable reality. What, after all, does it mean to heal something as vast, complex, and multifaceted as the world, the universe, or even ourselves?
We seem to confound the distinction between imperfection and uniqueness. In thinking the world needs healing, we inadvertently cast it in a light of brokenness, of incompleteness. But from a vantage point of transcendental awareness, a lens tinted with hues of divine acceptance, the world is not a wounded creature needing salvation. Rather, it exists as a grand canvas upon which the multicolored, multidimensional brushstrokes of existence continually splash, form, and reform. It is a symphony in which each note, whether harmonious or dissonant, contributes to the magnificent opus that is the All.
“Does the Self need healing?” We might just as well ask if a waterfall needs to flow uphill. Our so-called “selves” are but brief eddies in the infinite river of consciousness. They exist, swirling in their unique patterns, precisely as they should—no more in need of “healing” than a wave needs to be a particle. When viewed from a perch of cosmic unity, all is whole, all is perfect.
Healing, then, becomes a whimsiperception—an invented notion embedded in our collective whimsiconsciousness. It’s a tantalizing narrative we tell ourselves to create the illusion of separateness, of division, of “us” and “them.” But like a mirage on a cosmic horizon, it dissipates when closely examined, leaving behind only the perennial wonder of what is.
Ergo, if the cosmos can exist without being, if love can exist without feeling, if silence can exist without quietude, then perhaps healing can exist without need. We are, after all, but playful figments in this celestial dreamscape, not requiring mending, but rather, offering an ever-changing palette for the eternal tapestry of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the conceptual terrain of ‘healing,’ questioning its inherent necessity. Viewing the world, and ourselves, from a perspective of cosmic unity, we find that the notion of ‘healing’ may be a whimsical invention rather than an essential requirement.
Glossarium
- Whimsiweave: The enchanting fabric of existence spun from our collective consciousness.
- Whimsiperception: The illusory beliefs that shape our perception of reality.
- Whimsiconsciousness: The collective awareness shaped by the sum of individual whims and wonders.
- Transcendental Awareness: A state of cosmic unity, where all things are seen as whole and perfect.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi
What wonderous ponderings might your stream of consciousness reveal upon this ever-spinning, ever-changing tapestry of existence?
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