Marcia, your question:
"I have been pondering what it means to not
let the left hand know what the right hand is
doing. In this context, I see the left hand as
day to day ordinary consciousness and the right
hand the silence you address in your post; The I
Am. How I experience it is this left hand
(personality, the machine as John Duff puts it)
just runs and if pointed in the right direction,
it does a pretty good job. "Hello, how are
you? Do you want butter on your toast or just
jam?" It just gets into trouble when it
tries to take over. Good servant but terrible
master. But you can't let it know that it isn't
the master. That is where the trouble starts. The
real master, the left hand, is silent. But then
what is the right hand doing? Does it work for
the Good? This is where I believe there is more
to this game than the mere recognition that who I
Am is not the left hand. Does this make sense?
Speak to me." Marcia,
in your capacity for pondering details, have you
looked into the 'theory of hermispherical
dominance', which is stated to be what is
responsible for 'handedness'?
According to (certain people, among them
neurological scientists), our 'wholistic
consciousness' is the product of the interplay of
the right and left hemispheres of the brain,
which itself is conducted through the 'corpus
collosum, the bundle of fibres which connect
those hemispheres.
It is stated that the left hemisphere is equated
with 'intellect' and the right with 'feeling'; in
your own parlance, that would be 'head' and
'heart'.
Between these spheres there is an ongoing
conversation, and in that conversation, there is
one who is 'dominant' and one who is 'passive'.
The left or 'male' aspect is usually the
'dominant' one, thus the prevalence of
'right-handedness' among humans; the right,
'feeling', 'heart' aspect is seen to be 'passive'
or 'female'.
In this ongoing conversation (between thrusting
Siva and receptive Sakti) is the kernel of our
personal and collective 'realities'; and neither
aspect can rest, as long as the other is moving.
If Sakti moves away, Siva must follow, and if
Siva moves, Sakti must move away. This brings to
mind the 'Tai Chi' symbol, the Yang always
chasing the Yin, into which the Yang longs to
plunge for the extinguishment of its ardor,
finally to rest. And the Yin is ever reaching for
the light of Yang, yet always retreating from it.
It is the nature of each aspect to both remain
pure, and to long for union, at the same time.
And who is the one who sees all of this? This one
can observe, but can observe only what is inside
of that one. I offer that there is nothing
outside of that one, and that if that one
perceives an 'outside', that it is right looking
at left, or left looking at right. It is Day
looking at night, as night eternally recedes
before the onslaught of day; and it is night
looking at day, fleeing that stark light which
would excite darkness to boil away into
nothingness.
You are the child of Siva and Sakti; those two,
when interacting, create a third: One plus one
make three. And as that third, you exist in the
realm which is a blending of those two, which is
(in physical corollary) analogous to the tissues
which connect the left and right hemispheres, the
'corpus collusum'. You are the product of the
conversation between those two, and you embody
both aspects, Being both pursues and retreats,
pursues that which retreats and retreats from
that which pursues.
Woe be unto
that one, who seeks refuge in the
stability of resting on the flat side of
nature.
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If you draw an 'X', you can
visualize the X as the intersection between four
squares; the X is the detail of their points
touching. Stepping back, we can see that the four
squares are themselves one larger square, arrayed
like a 'diamond', points up and down and left and
right, and projecting further, we see this square
to be a cube. This diamond is poised, balanced on
a point, and is blessedly unstable; it is this
blessed instability which is our exquisite
sensitivity, our ability to respond, and also our
vulnerability to 'tipping over'. Woe be unto that
one, who seeks refuge in the stability of resting
on the flat side of nature.
Our movement is the rapid spinning of this cube
on its point-axis, glittering reflection of
moving rotating facets appearing to be a sphere;
and our conversations are the interaction of
those jewels, connected through this net, each
apparent sphere a living node, jewels balanced at
the intersections, the whole net alive, yet in
itself nonliving, without each precious
jewel-node. Our concern for each-other, is our
need to manifest a complete array of nodes, thus
to make the web whole and complete.
Wave after wave of influence sweep our net, each
spinning node swaying in response, and then
regaining balance; wave after wave of
neuropeptides sweep the brain, each synapse
firing and then regaining poise, ready for the
next wave, and the next, and the next. As the
child of Siva and Sakti, you are able to move to
the left (away) and the right (toward), and then
to regain poise; you 'have' both aversion and
desire, and in that dynamic, are able to
negotiate whatever comes as each wave.
This complex net, this cubed intersection of many
glittering points, appears of itself as a moving
object of three dimensions; within this large
invisible non-living net, at each intersection,
the sway and spin each node, and
in their interrelationships, describe a movement
which gives the impression of a body of flesh;
together, corporate and apparently corporeal. It
is easy to imagine this as a moving body of
colloidal (gelatinous) protoplasm, but more
difficult to imagine it Being arrayed on the
ancient bones of its own experience. So arrayed,
it is able to step out of our model, and take its
place as a whole participant in this ongoing
Grand Ball. As it does so, it imagines a Grand
Ballroom, and reaches for the hand of the Other
Ideal Dancer.
dead cubes
rest on flat sides, inert and unmoving.
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Crystalline bone structure
memory-crystal replicates and transmits, with
each shock, as a piezoelectric transducer, and
many such transmissions equal the corporate
wave-structure of the world-dream specific to our
species-dream ballroom; we dance, poised
dynamically, as wave after wave of neuropeptides
wash through the air, our projected
orchestration, and we imagine a Great Conductor
waving a Baton Of Causality. This is the music of
the spheres, the joy of the spinning cubes, a
gift of life, without which, dead cubes rest on
flat sides, inert and unmoving.
Left and right, left and right, left and right we
go; toward and away, up and down, sometimes
directly and sometimes indirectly, lines and
circles, seldom pausing, in a broth of passion,
breathing the vapors which are boiled
from the densities of momentary union, and this
is fine, this is 'just how it is'.
Each spinning cube, itself an 'X', compounded as
the net of jewels, moving as a corporate entity,
is itself the Grand Soul which we seek, but which
We are, and none is greater, and only All is This
One, resting lightly on this skeleton of
crystalline experience, transmitting our
corporate experience as the attractive pheromone
which materializes the Other Ideal Dancer, which
of course is the Other, our fate and destiny of
union, for this is our purpose, to be alive and
dance, and to be competent, and to thus prove in
our mating ritual that our individual cubes
themselves, our very genes, are themselves
competent, for a competent whole is
representative of competent parts; and in this
dance, is spoken and enacted the two voices, the
active and passive, the pursuit and fleeing of
Siva and Sakti, and in this dance of negotiation
is the negotiated union which gave you the
existence which you are; your parents danced, as
did theirs, and this dance is the intersection of
every 'X', the meeting of the up and down, left
and right, in and out. See X?
Seeing is Exceeding.
Part Two: The Left Is Running
Away: A brief treatise on hemispherical
dominance, immunity, and survival
Part Three: The normal state of
the human Being is that of paranoia
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