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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Peter Scupham

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Thanks Minna, for sending this to me. Out of the blue, sometimes....

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Timeflow The biggest box we are caught within is time. Our whole life seems to be determined by it. But there is a possibility that, as the Reunion Process seems to be revealing, time itself is a grand perceptual illusion. Looking within, time seems to be a quality that we ascribe to our awareness of the events of our lives. It is a quality that we ascribe to an event to give it shape within our overall experience.

But as we all soon discover, this quality of time is subjective like any other quality. Time can seem to be longer or shorter, a malleable subjectivity. And as we all soon realize, we live caught between the past and the future, perceiving both those aspects with the force-filled images we hold stored in present time within us.

But without the quality of time, the whole becomes a Now, rather like a house that we move into…at first we explore it, each passing new discovery acting as an event in our awareness creating a track of time, until the whole becomes ‘settled’ in within us as a Now, a single ‘time shape’.

In a similar way, all matter has events through which it has gone, and that matter now in present time also has a future series of events through which it will pass. Even the most solid of matter in this way can be perceived as a ‘slow event’.

Exercise: Try look at objects or life forms as events rather than as solids. A chair in this way becomes ‘chairing’, a body as ‘bodying’ etc. In this exercise you are perceiving the truth of the world as an action, a flowing event rather than a ‘thing’.

To give you some reality on this seeing the world as verbs instead of nouns, here’s a quote from Deepak Chopra from his book ‘Perfect Health’: “We all tend to see our bodies as ‘frozen sculptures’ – solid, fixed, material objects, when in truth they are more like rivers, constantly changing, flowing patterns of intelligence….Your adipose tissue (fat cells) fill up with fat and empty out constantly, so that all of it is exchanged every three weeks. You acquire a new stomach lining every five days. Your skin is new every five weeks. Your skeleton, seeming so solid and rigid, is entirely new every three months…You appear to be the same outwardly, yet you are like a building whose bricks are constantly being replaced by new ones. Every year, fully 98 percent of the atoms and molecules in your body are replaced….To change the printout of the body, we must learn to rewrite the software of the mind.”

As human beings in a physical reality, we live through this river of form. Our bodies come into existence, change, and then return to another form. Our physical existence is a slow event, a time shape. We are all our pasts and all our futures, all our ancestors and our future lineages, all our ‘past’ and ‘future lives, all those events-thoughts-feelings that flow through all of time.

All the interactions we have had and will have with the world and with others, all the past and future circumstances we have and will experience are present with us as our ‘shape’ in time. Even all our consideration regarding ‘free will’ or ‘destiny’ are part of this shifting time shape.

Our ancestors and our lineage can be seen as our species time shape, all of us interconnected within this time shape, this slow event. In the ReUnion Process, our ancestors and lineage and our other lives are dealt with as if existing now, in the present, and that we are alive now within their field of effect.

If time, then, is an adjective or quality, a shape, then one can assuredly speculate that there is ‘backwards causation’, where not only the past but the future acts as cause over and shapes the present. Perhaps, within the context of a time shape, the question of intention could be just seeing what’s coming. Within the context of time shape, ‘past’ or ‘future’ lives are happening now. Each of these lives has ancestral fields which overlap the ancestral fields of other lives, and so we may perceive a grand vision of all of us connected within this overall time shape, analagous to neurons networking to create an overall shape we call the brain. This could mean that this overall time shape ‘lights up’ per an overarching intelligence that we may know as the divine. In this view we are each the universe thinking!

The genomes that drive each of our bodies is an ancestral field in material form that is ‘timed’ in generations. It is interesting to note that within the genes are ancestral and other life memories of death, switched on within us and acting as an unfolding tribal inevitability. May we not then all kill our bodies per this tribal inevitability? May death be nothing more than an inherited set of unexamined dogmas? If death is a such a force, then could physical immortality be possible, as Chopra seems to imply, by understanding and clearing the forces within us? In the face of God’s loveliness, perhaps one can think this.

The next time circumstances unwind as dramatizations of those forces contained within us, perhaps we can now realize that we are alive within and through a time shape, but whatever we are as ourselves ‘outside’ of this time shape, we exist eternally within the grandeur of an overarching divinity – that mystery which is dreaming this universe in the first place.

All the best Peter Scupham

ReUnion Process

[rutherinahobbit]

Leave the door open, let the landing through To stop the room from being itself tonight, Part of the rain, the leaves, the outer darkness At odds with the particulars of sight.

Leave the door, for the air is close: A kind of heat rubbed on a kind of fear. Aimless things are about some urgent business, The safe and far is dangerous and near.

Leave the door open; though the kitchen voices Climb and fall back, all they can ever say Is that they have no spell, there is no meaning, Nothing is further off than break of day.

Leave the door open, let one golden bar Sink a cool shaft from ceiling down to floor. Light: steady and simple, an assurance To make the door’s assurance doubly sure.

- Peter Scupham

[myimaginarybrooklyn]

To step out into the drying garden, Or rest greenly under the swarming branches – The question rests in its own equipoise And blue weighs out its great indifference. Droit de Seigneur: the springing sunlight, Here, or upon the antique Malvern Hills, Will choose Copernicus, and Ptolemy.

To turn the first page of the great unread, Or idle down a long-familiar margin – The fingers know direction as they move, And we will take their curious attention Closely to heart; observe the Brimstone’s flight Who must explore mansions of air and light, For his crisp yellow is definitive.

To follow shadow’s course along the hill, Or lift the eyes to dazzles of plain sky – We wake to ceremonial chorus, find Each blade of grass resolving Hamlet’s question: An old cat, fuddled in the border dew, These flowers, half-opened and appropriate. On a May morning, the word is golden.

Peter Scupham, Or