A Consciousness Vehicle – Imagination and Reality

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Above: The Blue Pilgrim by Jon Christopher

A Consciousness Vehicle

Last week I posted this question on Facebook:

Want to change your perspective for a moment? Realize that every single person around you is a consciousness inhabiting a physical body – a consciousness vehicle. Most people believe they are the vehicle. They are not the vehicle… they are either the driver or a passenger.

This idea came from an article I had read called Jon Rappoport’s Talk On The Trickster-God And Creating Reality on The Mathisen Corollary, a blog I came across while looking up something unrelated. Here is a quote from Jon Rappoport’s talk:

Something impossible is happening here right now.

Your brain is made out of the same particles mine is, same as the chair is, same as that camera, same as her lipstick, same as that strap, same as that thing you’re wearing, a bracelet.

It’s all the same particles. Brain? Same particles…

So by conventional physics (materialism, that’s the philosophy aspect of it) there’s no possible way that I could be talking and you could be sitting there understanding what I’m saying.

But yet, it’s happening! Impossible!

Therefore . . . you’re not material. Hate to break it to you. Neither am I. We’re inhabiting these things, but we’re not material.

These things are material, but we’re not . . . and we possess this capacity to understand each other.

Yes, the physical vehicle has a part to play, in the theatrical this and the that and the blueah-yuh-yuh-yuh, but that’s it.

The actual understanding is non-material.

source: http://mathisencorollary.blogspot.com/2014/07/jon-rappoport-trickster-god-and.html

Imagination and Reality

I followed that up with a post along the same lines this week:

Where Does “Reality” Come From? The Wellspring Of Creativity, I Imagine…

re·al·i·ty | noun
1. the world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them.
2. the state or quality of having existence or substance.

I would like to suggest that the world of human civilization we experience on a daily basis – what most people think of as reality – is the product of human imagination. If you live in a city, stop and look around yourself for a moment – can you find one thing that is where it is which isn’t the result of someone’s imagination? Even where nature is allowed to exist in a city is based on someone’s imagination, ideas, and plans.

I would also like to suggest that imagination (along with choice) is one of the most powerful forces an individual possesses. The things we imagine today WILL become the reality of tomorrow.

The life Tania and I have now, living in the hi-desert in a jackrabbit homestead cabin, is the result of years of imagining the future – and now we live it. It took time (and plans and hard work) for the imagination to manifest itself in “reality”, but here we are… and that’s a pretty powerful realization to both of us.

Of course, the downside to this powerful realization is that if you don’t imagine your own future, someone else will do it for you… and you probably won’t like it.

My current working model of reality: We are immaterial beings of consciousness inhabiting physical bodies manifesting our imagination into material realities.

Here’s a link (with a quote) to an article by Jon Rappoport which relates to these ideas:

The Creative Center Of The World

…Art is not a little sandbox. Fueled by liberated imagination, it is THE revolution the psyche has been asking for.

When one acts long enough, he realizes that the world could really be a stage, and the sound and fury would, in fact, signify something vital and deep.

When one paints long enough, he realizes this world and all the universe are but one painting out of an infinity of possible paintings.

When one writes long enough, he realizes that so-called history is but one story—and many other (better) stories could be told.

When one plays music long enough, he realizes that emotion can be lifted out of petty concerns into realms where feeling becomes vast triumph.

When one builds long enough, he realizes that the physical structure of civilization can be led out of mere functionality into dazzling new spaces.

This is where we could go. And the stars in space would pale by comparison…

link: http://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/the-creative-center-of-the-world/

Also, here’s a link to more information about the painting at the top of this page: http://onehumanbeing.com/portfolio/paintings/line-abstracts/

Until later, best of health.

The Novel As A Long Term Creative Project

The Late Great American Novel – progress report, early January, 2013…

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I’m finding that being “in the process of writing” my first novel-sized literary construction to be an excellent way to watch the long-term (meaning anything that took longer than a couple of days to finish) creative process as it happens.

I’ve struggled with long-term projects in the past due to my mercurial attention span. But this is now, and who I was in the past doesn’t matter much if it’s not helping me out in the present, right? Now I’m into long-term projects.

Most creative projects I work on are completed relatively fast, and things like paintings are finished much too quickly to stretch the creative moment out and really examine it. This novel is giving me the time-space to really watch the process from a “bigger picture” perspective, like watching creativity in slow motion.

In some ways it’s like I’m the only person who can see into this strange alternate universe coming into being out of an amazing stream of words which have their own source somewhere beyond myself, with a gravity all it’s own, drawing in the materials which fall into it’s slowly forming orbit.

For months (October through December) the story just stopped, but in that “hold on a minute, I’ll be right back” kind of way. Meanwhile all kinds of interesting ideas, flashes of intuition and useful esoteric information has drifted across my path and provided material which will make this novel much, much better – I think…

Lately bits of new writing have been flashing through my mind, building pieces for the next part of the story. Chapter 61 is now pretty much written out in my head, and is floating around my mind like clouds heavy with water. The forecast says there’s a 70% chance of rain by this next weekend.

Until later, best of health.