Inspiration

My cells need-demand-draw inspiration. My body craves it. I can feel it. It is a pulling-in sensation. It is a drawing-in sensation of energy, of love, of input that my body and mind need to nourish themselves, to gain new strengths, to feel more alive, to experience more fulfillment, more happiness (if that is the correct expression), just more and more. Not more greed, or more selfishness, or more power. But more true inner sensations of growth, fulfillment, warmth, love, connectedness, me-ness.

There is that pulling-in of more of something. What exactly that something is, I can’t identify. There is a need for this “something.” I can feel it at times when I read spiritual books, such as the Kalachakra Tantra, or the Koran. There is some energy that flows into me, and that fills some space within me that I didn’t know had a dip in its energy potential. I did not know that the “glass was not full.” With the new energy, the glass is now full, and it continues to get filled and it is overflowing into a larger vessel that overflows and fills another, larger vessel, and so on.

I can feel it flowing and flowing, filling ever larger vessels and then flowing more and more. It doesn’t stop until I move my attention away from it to some banal thing, such as playing with the dog. (I just typed “dog” the wrong way as “god”). Was this misspelling a Freudian slip or just a habit of typing the word god as I have done many times before in my writings?

The word “god” has definitely more energy for me than “dog.” “God” is a much more expanded energy than “dog.” “God” is less specific. “God” is more encompassing. “God” is a feeling that I crave more than “dog.”

In the absence of a God, everything becomes god.

If God is the creator, and if there is an absence of this creator, then the power of creation lies within everything in existence. Whatever exists, exists because it exists inherently. There are changes on the surface, such as the birth and death of forms, but underneath, on the most subtle level of existence, there is the power of creation, ongoing and everlasting.

At this level there are simple currents of polarities attracting and/or repelling each other. These shifting polarities give rise to the shifting manifestations of life. Wherever there is movement, there is life, whether it is a single-cell organism or the human form with between 40 and 50 Trillion cells. This movement is the expressive creative power of life.

The Emptiness

The emptiness is not really empty, it is filled with my presence. I am behind all the surface experiences life can conjure up. Life squeezes consciousness out of the forms it creates. It forces consciousness to emerge. Life’s will and determination brings about the sizzling experience of consciousness.

This drive is at first very rudimentary. It is self-perpetuating and leads to higher lifeforms. It wants the highest experience of consciousness to emerge like a fully developed piece of a musical symphony. The highest, the perfect, the unsurpassable, the pure, the scintillating, the blissful.

The drive – that is where the cause of it all lies. This drive is contained in every seed. The drive is in the seed; the tree emerges from the seed; the tree produces more seeds, containing more of the drive. That is how life moves forward from lower, simpler lifeforms to higher, more complex ones. Gradually. From simple to complex. From plants to animals. From animals to humans.

What comes after humans? So far, we have had several iterations of humanoids. Can there be another one? I don’t know. There will be one, if it is needed in the evolutionary drive of life.