Just as I was slowly discovering that I am not who over 40 years of enculturation has taught me to believe I am – just in that smear of time, over a decade as we count it, my Ancestors have hit me with the knowledge that I am not who I thought I was on other, somewhat lesser levels.
This latter knowledge I am not, for the moment, at liberty to discuss – Trade Union negotiations have got nothing on my forebears’ ability to hold a PowWow – but I feel free to talk about some of the former assumptions about who we are and how we fit in to this glorious universe.
I grew up and absorbed my training as a scientist at just that time in recent human history when we were starting to revise our world view big time. I grew with a vision of matter as solid, underlying, and separate from energy fields. Matter we could take apart to see what it was made of. A fully Newtonian reading of the cosmos, in fact.
It has taken me many decades and much altering of my souls’ alignments to gradually accept a picture much closer to what, when we don’t think too much, we know already – that there is no matter, it’s all fields.
All one field, to be more precise. What we thought of as solid matter (or Earth-plane) is more like a condensation of energy in various loci. Our bodies – and all so called particles, down to the quarks – are densifications of the Field. Our knotted, contracted energy state.
I totally get that, now. Don’t laugh that it has taken me more than 50 years….
For this week I have been dreaming that I was somebody else. Myself, but also another woman, whose history and circumstances were completely different to those I currently live with. I have awoken, twice now, with the knowledge that somehow I was that other woman…and then nearly dissolved into giggles because of course I’m her. I’m you, too.
Pic: found Here