Truth uncompromisingly told will always have
its ragged edges
Herman Melville
I noticed
that a friend was selecting a few books to take home from our meeting place
this morning. Before I could say what was on my mind she said,” I don’t usually
read non-fiction, always fiction. She did not know that I written a non-fiction
book and I paused with a slight sense of hurt, but then realized that the book
I had written was, no doubt, fiction to everyone but myself. My book was a
thinly disguised proposal that we communicate with each other most effectively
through our expressions of love. This includes hugs, throaty cracking voices,
on the edge of tears confessions, loving orgasmic events, and some situations
of crisis conversation. But in our regular conversations, books we read, or
television we watch; who is to say what is the exact truth.?
Somewhere in the midst of my consciousness
over the past year, I have painted myself into a corner about the word itself.
So, I am sitting here all cramped up waiting for the paint to dry. I have read
Julien Jaynes book, The Origin of Consciousness and the Breakdown of the
Bicameral Mind over and over again thinking that here is the truth about
consciousness but each time I fall back into the chair of unknowing. I had the
same dastardly problem with the writings of Freud, Harry Stack Sullivan, and
Piaget. They wrote beautifully but left me hanging in doubt. I hate massages
because they are carefully seductive. I also shy away from fiction because
fiction authors try and massage the truth through my skin. At least non-fiction
writers slap me in the face with their brand of the truth. My only hope with
this blog writing is that you, the reader, may have been in the same
train-wreck as I.
Then Joe
replied with……. The
ultimate Truth is not written and not spoken. IT is only heard in silence in
the inner room. It is only seen when reflecting on the Love, Mercy, and yes
TRUTH of the Cross. 5th Sunday of Easter has passed. But
its Truth never passes. Perhaps the ultimate consciousness lies in those
reflections, without intellect, words, thought, or feeling. Perhaps faith is
consciousness not yet articulated due to lack of courage.
Though I received much more from
Joe, this is my distillation.
Then I received a consideration from
Robert who had written the guest blog last week.
Being
focused on the intricacies of co-dependence without conscious
submission may lead to better symbiotic relationships for all of the
dynamic forms of life and this belief should promote good health. Good
health, isn't that the bottom line? Protecting individual conscious
thought as a contributor to the organism earth might be a better question
than what is consciousness, the eternal enigma.
Then yet another came from Ed this
morning and this is another distillation ……Our ears long
to hear what our heart already knows. The more we seek, the more we understand.
As we enter the world of the spirit we see the limitlessness of the present
moment. The Holy instant that beckons and excites is.
Now we hand the adventure over to Hooie, who flutters
about the edge of the deep cave of subconscious gathering courage from all of
us, to brave the unknown.
Then Hooie quietly spoke, “I can manage
death as a possibility but the thought of eternal damnation deep in the cave
frightens me. Could we convene the double circle, Mary?’
“Whatever works for you, Hooie,” Mary
replied.
Mary the White Pelican, brought the
double circle into place at the rim of the cave where the waterfall cascaded in
the morning light. They all had come to believe that Dominica was Mom Nature’s home
base. Therefore, the deeper part of the cave was offered as a test of courage
and faith.
Mum, the nanny goat, spoke first, “I understand, Hooie, that darkness is
your forte, but the cave of the subconscious is no ordinary darkness. You can
change your mind now and I for one will accept it.”
“Well,” said Hooie, “you used the
phrase (I for one) but I have come to respect the honesty that the double
circle brings.
I hope, and I trust that the double
circle will speak in the voice of (we for two) rather than I for one. Having
been a part of the double circle for the last few months, I have come believe that
when we two are melded and speak with one voice there is a power that I had no
idea about before.”
Then Coqui, the Puerto Rican frog, sang
out, “I have never wanted to be the sole decider about serious matters, so the
double circle pairing took some getting used to, but it finally hit me like a
cool drop of magic water and I trusted Milvus, my support.”
To everyone’s surprise, Hooie hooted, “I
am so glad that you said that, Coqui, because I wanted my supportive other, Myrtle,
the turtle, to go with me into the cave of subconscious. We make our crucial
decisions as a team of two and once in the cave I will need Myrtle by my side.”
“Well, that’s a hoot, the
combined consciousness of a barn owl and a turtle. What next?”, cackled Cackle, the grackle.
Suggested reading: The Wizard and the
Prophet by Charles C Mann
