Alex Grey – Transfigurations
The divine had had enough of just wondering about experience. Upon diving in, she divided, fragmented, shattered into these infinite portals of views. Landing behind our eyes is much more than a camera view; it is a breathing experience through many sets of eyes, the whole shebang of eyes – of each -and every – thing. The eyes behind the eyes of the trees, the eyes of squirrels, the eyes of wind, rivers, humans…
I can only relate through my own eyes. My goal is not to take a walk down memory lane for marga but to explore my memories because perhaps what I remember is much like all of our experiences with this…this…what? What is a word? Epiphany? Realization? Sensation? The experience of knowing you are more than just you?
I was in 8th grade when I remember recognizing that odd outside perspective of something experiencing itself through me. I was walking the long, weird hallways of my middle school, going to the bus at the end of the day when saw the world through my eyes as though I were someone else.
I said to myself in that moment, “I am a Camera,” (I didn’t know of the British Film from the 50’s) and I gave my eyes over to IT for a better view. I showed the viewer, “This is how we wait in the cold, dark mornings for the bus to come at the top of the hill, this is how 8th grade girls talk in the bathroom, this is what they say in the lunch line”…I had a constant viewer with me for a while, observing my life and my mind.
My brother had been diagnosed with cancer and the ego could no longer claim its identity as the sister of the popular, athletic, older brother, but now I was the sister of the kid with cancer. By the next winter I was the sister of the kid who died. Perhaps this explains the sudden shift in perspective. The unfolding in front of me no longer made any sense in a traditional way.
And then on my wedding day, that same oddness; who sees through these eyes? Who is watching me do this thing?
Back and forth in every moment, doing and watching the doing, me and not me.
Sometimes I imagined a whole planet of beings were experiencing our world though the portal in my head. I tried to show them what it was like, objectively. Perhaps I am responsible for the delay in Contact 🙂
This process is written about in past tense, as if the divine long ago at the creation of the world chose to dive in, but perhaps it is more like a continual process, an infinite interplay in EVERY moment between divinity and creation.
The ego with its serious thoughts continually seems to push aside these moment, but actually this interplay is always present, always right here.
We all share these experiences, don’t we?
Some begin to cultivate this observer perspective – openings can occur here.
This music is not everyone’s tastes, but here, is yet another window of eyes, experiencing: complete, with a freaky video, too:
Parabola, Tool, Lyrics
This one, this form I hold now
Embracing you, this reality here
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful
Wide eyed and hopefully wild
Choosing to be here right now
Hold on, stay inside…
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in…
This body makes me feel eternal
All this pain is an illusion
Life as Improv 
I hope you are well today, and I’m sending you love and light. Do to my adventures my reading intently will not happen until later. I will for all peace and harmony to find and embrace you.
Namaste
Benjamin
Thank you, Benjamin. A swirling Palette of Peace encircles you always. (don’t watch the video unless you feeling well, and maybe not even then:)
Great video. Tool is fantastic and their videos are brilliant works of art.
Advanced Placement music and art. Can you believe, I didn’t know of them until my friend introduced me all at once to this whole body of work last year? What a gift!!! So nice to share appreciation with you!
Wow!
I can understand that though. When I was younger, Tool was considered really really hard rock. I’m not a “rocker”, per se, but I became fascinated with Tool later in life as well.
One of my favorites now…when I’m in the contemplative mood of course. 😉
A lot of the brain is devoted to lower visual field and hands, like a computer game or one of those deep sea diving subs with robotic arms. If you plug us in we conform to any reality, like Plato and the Cave or virtual computer.
The one difference is that interaction of uncertainty with another person or creature, it can become electric dynamic in a way the virtual or organised world can not.
As soon as the organisation is removed or the safety of knowing our position we seem to step outside that confine of the eyes looking out experiencing what it is to be X y z.
AND this surge of expansive chi enters activated by letting go , becoming wild ,slightly above all five senses combined radiating that observer within as defining the moment rather than observing the moment.
IT’S Wonderful!
It is wonderful. I appreciate your way of bypassing the linear of things. Sometimes too fast is disorienting, no ground, and so much energy – and wild when the letting go even goes. you freaky vulcan mind melder 🙂
Lol
I forgot to mention a synch, we were discussing in class Plato’s Allegory the day you alluded to this, only teach it twice a year for a day…too swirly and I forgot to mention at the time. thank you, he who joys!
fascinating!
Some very interesting ways of looking at experimenting with consciousness, our sensory array and our bodies:
Specific bit your post made me remember starts at 28:50 in, but the whole program was pretty interesting when one has time to spare for a little science dive. x
(segment ends at 34:15)
Thank you for this connecting information! I relish a view into that steel trap library of yours 🙂 The moment he whooshes back into his body after seeing himself from behind is loaded. Where is the body, how is it placed, what is perception – all so disorienting, which makes me think of the shifts in the assemblage point from Don Juan or the avatar like virtuality we take for so real. hope your corner is full of peace!
First of all, I love that Alex Grey image – macabre as it is. But your post, Marga, is truly magnificent! How awesome to have such an experience at such an early age. How painful to lose a brother so suddenly and so young. These are the life experiences that grow us up quickly and/or plunge us into denial. Wonderfully written — it really grabbed my heart. Thank you, Alia
Thank you for your heart sharing, Alia. This journey we take is quite something 🙂 Your sharing with me is so valued. Joy and peace to you! xmarga
Likewise, Alia
You transmit seeing as a force that just happens… and to me it does appear to be ‘just happening’ and then in hindsight my mind makes ‘sense’ of it all, but it only makes sense because it is actually all happening together, so it does actually all ‘fit together’, but not the way my mind would like it to, nice and neat in separate packages that I can put on the shelf with labels. Without the compulsion to label and have a fixed frame of reference everything just is as it is. Thanks for introducing me to Tool! They are stretching the envelope and that I like! ☼ Tomas ♥
Thank you for sharing this,Tomas. I love the image of the neat shelf, the mind does like that system 🙂 I am impressed with your openness to Tool – the hard sounding edge put me off a bit at first, but when i read the lyrics, i recognized deep truths in their art. Lots of stretching of the envelope, it seems! xmarga
As I read, I realized my eyes were, at that moment, part of the continuum… and I sat back, thinking, “we are still interacting, though I know not when she wrote this… and I am seeing through her eyes, too… oh! i’m part of the mix, but I just started, and really, it the link on Michael’s post that led me here because I already knew I didn’t see clearly enough… but wow! I didn’t expect to completely feel the presence of an eye in the palm of each of my hands until it happened, and then writing suddenly made sense.
Your gift of telling about your experience pulled me in so deeply I experienced an awareness about seeing I’d never even thought of… and yet I found it hard to pull myself back, and so I fell in deeper. Thank you for writing this extraordinary post. I so needed to find it.
Meredith
Your words are thrilling to me, not only from the blossoming eyes in the palm aspect, but also from the time warp factor. Such a cool experience for me this short year later, revisiting this post again as well, as who I am now is not who I was then and I join you in this being part of the mix – I am at a loss with words for that. Thank you so much for reflecting your response back to me, I’m laughing at the groovy psychadelic nature of all of this being so accessible. Hope you are enjoying your flow, today, Meredith
I am. Very much.
Thank you, marga.
meredith
Wow. Thanks for the video of visions, Marga. Reminds me that you might want to read Olga Kharitidi’s second book, Master of Lucid Dreams, if you haven’t already.
OH, putting that down. thank you. I feel like there is finally space to explore my own dreaming and night explorations. now that my tethers are loosening a bit. too many things I want to dive into at once. 🙂