The fluorescent light of my mind’s eye flickers as foresight fades. A buzzing oscillation, an electric pang, a plunge into darkness. My future disappears. I am alone, suspended in time, reaching out for something concrete to hold, to escape temporal isolation.
The purpose of transcendental meditation is to familiarise with pure consciousness, or the Supreme Reality. It begins with a growing awareness of awareness, behind phenomena, such as thought, feeling and sensation. Once this relationship develops, the journey of exploring the infinite nature of consciousness begins.
“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.”
What is sentience? If you were to zoom in on a single cell in the human body, would you call the cell sentient? Probably not. The same could be said of a single tree. Yet the mycorrhizal network shows a complex system whereby trees and plants exchange nutrients and information, using the roots and fungi, in what has been termed the Wood Wide Web.
Intelligence reveals itself in systems, and systems are the byproduct of consciousness. Systems indicate interconnection, cooperation, and harmony. Intricate systems, both microscopic and macroscopic, their patterns, fractal formations, coherency, and interactions, are all signs of higher intelligence, God’s design.
The Triple H mindset isn’t for professional wrestling techniques (if unsure, see Google), but applies to three qualities that serve every stage of spiritual growth — humility, honesty and humour. To be honest, I’ve lumped these together because they all begin with ‘H’ and I admire awesome alliteration…
Last weekend I set up an at-home retreat. I set the intention of perspective, clarity, and reflection on the past few months. The idea was to journal and meditate, but first I was overcome by a spontaneous and suddenly very important need to tidy my apartment.
At first I resisted. This wasn’t the work! In the end I gave in, which was for the best. I didn’t know tidying would present me with exactly what I was looking for, finding meaning in a box of old journals, gathering dust. As I scanned the pages nostalgia filled the room and my body fell still, as if stepping off a treadmill I didn’t realise I was running on.