The One Infinite Creator becoming aware

[Shin'Ar]

It might be easier to see the intelligent infinity as simply existence. Awareness seems to be a distortion of existence, so within the confine of awareness there is nothing we can imagine that's outside of existence.

Yes...that!

We are eternal beings. We exist infinitely "within" existence.

I see here two fields on the threshold of a comprehension regarding 'being' and the 'connection' of that process of existing to the never- ending Mystery of Infinity.

I would alter what Turtle has said by simply stating, '...we are eternal process..'.

Think on this my friends.

Regardless of any assumptions you have made about my speculations in this community, you cannot deny that it is this thought process of 'we' and 'I' which always seems to be at the forefront of most speculation. Along with the entire library of thought around origin and infinity.

In other words it always boils down to the base element of 'procession'.

Shakespeare said it best, "To be, or not to be? THAT is the question."

Most students of that philosophy have thought that to point to the question of whether life really matters, or not.

Many students of ancient wisdom recognize this as something vastly different.

They read Hamlet's thought processing as absolute confirmation of teachings they have passed on for thousands of years.

Teaching which suggest that all that exists is process, and no one aspect of that process can seclude or isolate it's individuality from the rest of the process.

A process is NOT an entity, nor a being.

A process is 'being in a procession' which leads from one point of being to another point of being.

And this is the state of existence from the Infinite Origin to the Infinite Mystery.

To be is to be in procession, as process.

Not to be is The Mystery which cannot be captured.

So how does this affect our individual familiarities with subjective experience? And do they really matter in the whole picture of procession?

How we answer and understand that question is what defines existence.

Whether a human being, or a plant being, or some higher being, all are 'being', and no one different from another except by that vague fog of individual comprehension which discolors the painting of the landscape by attempting to focus on the details.

I recall being in grade two where our teacher was attempting to have us draw a picture of the forested area outside of our classroom window. It was fall exploding in a myriad of colored leaves.

In my understanding at that time of a tree and its individual leaves turning color as they slowly died, I tried to draw individual leaves and trees.

I did not see the forest for the trees in my effort to portray what I thought I was looking at.

I attempted to focus on the details of the 'process', as individual identities, and not on the whole as the entire 'procession' of the Grand Design of the seasons.

To adapt what Turtle has said into this analogy, an eternal being of individuality, would be one tiny flame burning within the tumult of proceeding fire.

To be or not to be? Are we the flame or the fire?

Those who choose to acknowledge their self as a flame, regardless of their individual glory and affect on the whole, are quickly snuffed out by the sheer power of Divine Design. Even those who think of themselves as The Creator. Because that thinking is nothing more than the process, or procession, of the existing whole.

Those who acknowledge their self as delusion, in the thinking that they are one with The All, and have no true form of identity as individual, suffer likewise at the mercy of the dual nature of creation which causes them to temporarily bear the burden of understanding how a fragment exists as a whole.

Neither bears resolution when any attempt at identification or self is injected into the painting of Divine Design.

Existence is NOT a portrait. It is a landscape of eternally changing form.


"Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard, their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action."

In the end we are nothing more than 'Process of Being'. And an action does not have an identity.

However, in our particular state of procession, that which becomes, is dependent entirely on our fragmented vibration.

We are not the ship, nor its rudder, but the motion which changes the direction of the passage.

Being Procession!

The you and I which establish the varying forces is nothing more than varying vibration.

Vibration which originates in Mystery and continues into Mystery.

Mystery because Infinity has no resolution; only ``native hues` of distortion.