Explosions - A Life Metaphor

Traveling from the mundane to the lifted versions of metaphorical explosions, I found anger at the low end and consciousness expansion at the other. I guess I could call it anger and hatred lifted to enlightenment and/or illumination. This sounds slightly uncanny to my own ear. How can anger rise to enlightenment? But, both are but effects of the deeper cause. Anger is an effect of lower level explosions. Enlightenment or illumination is an explosion of heart and mind into lifted expansive awareness. Explosion is the root of both in the metaphor.

In the lifted version of explosive expansion, the light pulsates its rays outward in a panoramic display designed with vibrations of enjoyment and seepage of love nodes. On the other end of this particular spectrum, anger blasts fiery war signals from an uncontrolled hue-man container, sending hate and distaste for others to private campgrounds, spreading unwanted and uninvited flavors of life into another person's domain. Love is often invited, while an attack of any kind is not a common desire. Is this what was intended by the splitting of the atom into daughter particles at the beginning of formation? Did the explosive breaking of nature intend for us to have a free range of choice between negative explosions and positive, like the weather can storm or nourish? Or, were hue-mans a breed, intended or not, to reach higher refinements of nature? Could our growth and progress influence planetary combustions in the future? Are we possibly connected to the whole in this manner? What if we are. Can our planet be saved by maturing ourselves? The hue-man mind is not singly a creator of disaster, we have a choice to be creators of radiation that forwards our progress into kinder times.

Surely, it is a wonder what we should do when encountering ignorance (negative explosive natures) long established in the collective thinking, or even overly sentimental petting is not a solution. There is a middle ground and we have nature to look at to find our answers. In disaster, people pool together and lean upon each other. In comfort we generally seperate into our narcisstic puddles. Again, there is a middle ground --pooling while retaining individualism. It seems like the school of nature can be a wise teacher if we would but enroll. In the overview, hue-man's have not been able to learn through their mistakes or any system that keeps some people poor and unable to attain higher education. Arrogance still exists in the educated. That has not been the answer. Religion that is supposed to promote soul growth often produce fanatics who kill in the name of their god. That cannot be the answer, either. Nature has long kept her manuals at hand, but she doesn't market herself, nor does she charge for the information. It is a funny phenomenon that modernized hue-mans tend to not respect that which is free and not promoted through marketing ploys. And making no mistake, nature is not still primative. She is evolving into destructive aspects right along with us -- ie. global warming. How far can we expand, might be a question, but for now, small increases are suitable. Afterall, we wouldn't want to blow ourselves up.

 

The Audience of the Self

I ran into a man one day at the grocery who went on a long rant concerning the product he handles. He was well informed about his job task and product, and flavored the information with his own personal opinion. When he finally came up for air, he apoligized. He said that he loved hearing himself talk. Afterall, he added, its quite hollow up there and the words bounce around like an echo that manifested in just the right conditions. It was an interesting justification for his long winded hue-man product presentation. From that moment to this one, there has been an occaision or two where the topic arose again - the adoration for hearing one’s own voice. One author suggested that humans write on blogs and really feel there are thousand of people reading. These two extreme views: the listening to one’s own voice and the sending out of a voice to any an ear which will listen brings to life the metaphoric experience of speaking to the audience of the self.

The beauty of hearing words escape the lips or find their way to a computer screen and file, that do not seem to belong to the brain we call our own, is admittingly delightful. The book knowledge psychologist, might wish to place this phenomenon in his folder of multiple personalities, but, to believe so, will deny him the awe of hearing his own soul voice in this life.

What of the muse who writes profound novels, and the artist within who sees the world from a very unique perspective, whose hands oblidge him in bringing transliterations of abstract reality into the world of images? Those who indulge in multi-dimensional speak tend to often look back with some sort of awe at some point, thinking, “I did this? I wrote this?” Yes, the psychiatrist doesn’t understand when such entities, like the soul, speak to self. Automatic writers also await their day to no longer be called cohorts of demons. 

What of these writings of words which speak to the ear that is talking? The writings, the songs, the voice, the thoughts, the visions, the dreams, and the ideas heard by the audience of the self are a living metaphor of a very wise, sane and phenomenal dialogue. Between the personal inner glee and thee?