DAILY What is fate! Does it exist? Do thoughts create a fate? Just how much control is there to plan the life we wish? Does synchronicity rely on our point of view? And if our point of view changes the outcome of an event, does that make the science of life more a form of divination? Is the placebo effect a true healing? Do some of our desires and prayers not fit the soul we inhabit? Is it therefore fundamental to find the right suit to fit our form? How can we know which dreams are the ‘right dreams?’ Which are to be the magic of un-answered prayers?
If we could enter life backward, with 20-20 hindsight, none of the above would be of concern. But we have been asking some form of these questions since the beginning, and we still have no answers. This is scintillating in itself. Perhaps the only important part of the equation is that we ask the questions, that we struggle with the whang of a world constantly re-bounding through unseen connective tissue. If there is a living unity, a World Soul, the Anima Mundi of Plato, Pythagoras, Plotinus, Ficino and others, then our energy-syntax, our patterns, and grid have to affect others. If a thought jiggles a tiny web, twanging another by synchronicity, then do we get the ‘perfect storm’? The birth of computers? women’s rights? Penicillin? Six inch platform heels and skinny jeans?
Life remains a mystery tour, despite constant discovery and feedback. Just when we think we know, we are surprised again… how truly wonderful.
What? You didn’t think I was going to answer these questions? No, for I am like you, an alchemical, archetypal Oroboros, (Uroboros,) twisting in winds of change, trying to find my tail, and swallow it so I might sail on through space and time as a magical snake with prayers to be answered, and….
If the phone doesn’t ring
its me
I didn’t think this up but I do love it.
Oh, I think I finally got it. It took a Neptune moment to realize the connection…so to speak. Nice, Shellrae. You are thinking such great thoughts, so far ahead of my ability to catch up.
I just read this, I say abashedly (spellcheck tells me it’s not a word), as I clear out my mailbox. It gave me a big smile: If a thought jiggles a tiny web, twanging another by synchronicity, then do we get the ‘perfect storm’? The birth of computers? women’s rights? Penicillin? Six inch platform heels and skinny jeans? How can skinny jeans on a par with the birth of computers not bring a smile to my face? But to the Universe, I think you are right, it’s all the same. That by itself puts the insular thinking I use on a daily basis into perspective. Thank you. And I do believe that we are always finding the answers and then asking again and finding new answers as the questions reshape themselves, like the ouroboros (spellcheck’s not liking any of those spellings either), maybe one that constantly evolves?