What if human existence is beginning to reach the limits of its expansion? What if our attention, our interpretations, our capacity to receive, our intentions, our will and our desires are starting to approach the edge of our current level of consciousness? For infinity only has meaning within a consciousness without limits—and our collective consciousness certainly does have limits. What if, soon, the possibility of seeing the world in the familiar, established ways begins to fade?
A vision arose in me: that everything which truly matters lies beyond what we believe, feel, and think about everything that matters. We have ideas, and we use certain areas of our lives to help and to change what does not work well on this planet. All of this is noble, important, and worthy of respect. Relationships matter. Family matters. The spiritual path matters. Protecting the environment matters. Safeguarding living beings matters. Improving the quality of human life matters. The achievements of science matter. Selfless service matters.
And yet, in this “looking outward,” I sensed that what is truly essential lies beyond all of this. I do not say “far beyond,” because that would suggest distance along the same path. This feels more like another dimension of consciousness, one far less bound to matter. Another point of origin, another place from which to witness. I sensed that whatever we do for change, we should do it—but that this will not take us to what lies beyond. Each of us, in our own unique and particular way, will need to shed the “mental shell” we have outgrown. What we do helps—but not in the way any of our concepts can imagine. The moment without expectations, the moment that offers itself to Itself, will give birth to the transformation.
Perhaps everything that is happening now on the planet, and the way it is happening, has meaning. The wars, the hunger, the destruction of nature and the animal world, the collapse of economic and social systems, the spreading chaos—all of it. It is as if the karma of the ages were converging into a single point, from which it can no longer continue to flow in the way it has until now. And yet, because existence is infinite, it is precisely from here that what lies beyond also opens. Like another fractal of being. What that is cannot be interpreted from this point of view. This is not a beginning—just as what is happening now will not have an “end.” This is simply a universal metamorphosis.
All of us who are here on Earth now have gathered to take part in this transformation. Some through killing, some through exploitation, some as spiritual beings who lead or allow themselves to be led, some by uplifting human values, some by pouring out love selflessly, some by raising children, some by serving, some by using others, and some by getting lost in the labyrinth of their own consciousness. We are here as reminders to one another. So that, bringing our accumulated and unresolved matters together into a single point, we may surrender them—with irrevocable trust—to something we do not know, and whose name we do not know.
Like everything else, this vision too is only a subtle movement of the Unnameable. In the one who reads it, it may set something in motion—and it is entirely their freedom to dismiss it, or to let it unfold.
With love,
Your traveling companion
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