it was a dark and stormy night
June 9, 2012
The rain came tumbling down and from where I was sitting I felt a gust of calm and cool air come steal across my skin. And maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the wine or maybe it was that I had barely ate but as the heavens opened up they did things to my brain.
And I’d like to say there were candles except there were none but the restaurant was dim and dark and there was a lull and perhaps we were the only ones left this late in the evening. We were talking about something or other. Nothing of consequence, well, not to me, until a light flickered in the candle of my brain. And I don’t know what lead me here, and I don’t know how I got back—ohh wait, yes I do, we were talking about spirits and ghosts.
I find it so terribly dull when people close themselves off to what is always coming through, but more than this I find it boring, as in despairing, when people say, You have a gift, because I am not the only one. We all have this gift, only some of us reject it no matter how many times it gets in our face or invades our dreams or whispers in our ear. And then they want to set me apart for accepting things I cannot explain, to label me as special or as demented, whatever suits their needs.
I pay their small mindedness no mind. When I chose to accept these energies into my life, I decided not to care what anyone thought about my experiences, which might just be the only thing I don’t give a fuhck about. They could roll their eyes to my face and still it would not phase me because the only thing I can feel is sadness that they deny themselves this opportunity to transform their lives.
Back to the conversation at hand, it went a little something like this. Spirits and ghosts, how do they communicate? How do they reach us? When and why? How is it that this is always happening and so much of life is designed to deny?
And as I sat there listening to this person negate that which is cherished in my heart, a truth revealed itself. So it is that all the universe operates simultaneously, that all the universe and its creations experience energy as a sensory phenomenon. Time is an illusion and meaning is a game for no other being bothers to manipulate reality into something it is not.
And then I thought about humans, about how we are the only creatures with two hemispheres to the brain, how evolution has produced this left hemisphere that goes against Nature itsel. Ahh, the left brain, home to sequential thinking and language and meaning. The left brain, the thing upon which all of civilization was founded. All thought, all interpretation, all rules, all punishment, all ways in which we structure our very lives are created by, umm, well, some freak mutation in evolution.
The left brain, the thing that allows us to conceptualize Armageddon, is the thing which makes it possible for us to live into the actualization of total annihilation. But annihilation of ourselves and our world and our dreams, for how else will Nature regulate the species that has climbed its way to the top of the food chain except to program it to finish itself off, because that is poetic justice for all we have wrought.
But that’s not my point. My point is this: all the universe is right brain, because everywhere else the left does not exist. Everywhere else, it is always happening in a dream, it is always coming to us in ways that we do not accept because without “proof”. I mean, how can the dead still exist? How can someone be in two places at the same time? How can I know the future? How can I see past lives?
You cannot explain simultaneity to a sequentialist; you have to release yourself from this mode of thinking and get with what the body knows. Because it is the body that communicates to all other beings in this world. All words and thoughts and meaning does is throw us off our game. Believe you me, I know how easy it is to be deluded by the power of thought, especially thoughts that appear logical, because logic is not an arbiter of truth but a means to a ends that is dangerous at best. Logic exists for the power of persuasion; logic exists to build a power base. But that don’t make it truth and that don’t make it real. That makes it manipulation of the mind for the purpose of social control.
Very left brain. Very deceptive. And here’s the point of this essay. Spirits and ghosts, psychic vibes, dreams, miracles, conversations with God, talking to animals, speaking to the dead, communing with the trees, all those things that are dismissed by the logicians and the rationalists and the powers that be, the people who deem their cold and unfeeling world the one that is “real”—yea, well, all of that is always happening because that is how the universe works. Every creature in existence is in tune with the right brain, every creature except us.