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Allow me to riddle you this: how much of your reality is in any sense “real”?
Think for a moment of the nearest immediate solid object with which you have contact. Is that object in any sense, in fact, solid?
Break this object down to its molecular and anatomic constituents. Consider the distance between each atom comprising the object relative to the size of the atoms themselves. And what of the constituent parts of each atom’s nucleus? What is the size relative to the distance between these sub-particles?
What you are left with are energy and vibration. Empty space and… what else? Observation (according to Schroedinger)? Perspective? Expectation?
That leaves a sprawling pallet of possibilities to create with. And you might already see where I’m going with this. That you create your reality. Or, you at least share mightily in the co-creation thereof.
All of which I’m fully on board with. And, I had the toughest time squaring this against my dismay over what I see happening in the world now. More specifically, governments taking (and people willingly forfeiting) their personal sovereignty for the illusion of safety.
This is an anathema to my very being. I mean, it violates the core of who I consider “me” to be.
And I’m creating this?
That, and the feeling of being on the wrong end of a persistence hunt. That, move by move, the chessboard is shaping up for checkmate. The ultimate question being, “at what point do I had over some piece of sovereignty to “other” in an absurd exchange for my God (not government)-given right to freely be and do on this earth?
Note: for more on this, see The Victim, the Villian, and the Hero.
Taking this another step forward, what if I co-created all of this specifically to test my own resolve? What better set of circumstances for a soul to test itself? Do I truly believe in my own divinity? And fidelity to myself? Or is this just a concept that I accept in theory? In practice, in the messy, 3D material world, what does fully sovereign feel like? And act like?
And, ultimately, will I hold to my guns at the moment of truth? Both figuratively… and literally.
Til next time -
Keith