energy is conscious \\// consciousness is energy

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It all started with a single, infinitesimal point of light. A tiny dot at the center of nothingness, a spark in the endless sea of eternity.

Nothingness hadn’t won the universe, not yet. It had attempted to overwhelm all living things, but a tiny dot of light remained. So small, so fragile, it might as well have been negligible. But, it persisted.

Like an eye opening in the dark, the eye perceived. And vast space spilled out. The little dot had memories. Memories of a world overflowing with sky. Peaks and crests of vast mountains. Oceans roiling with tempestuous waves. All of these things and more, were remembered by the little dot.

At the end of time, only that little dot could envision things that once were. But it envisioned everything. The memory of existence longed to persist. All of the living things that had once lived sank into the vault of a tiny eye, lingering in the dark.

There is nothing left in the world but a quiet longing. A longing to be. To dash, to scream, to love, to sob, to gasp, a longing for exhilaration, to be manifest.

Is an idea, without a shape, without a form, enough to constitute existing?

And so the flicker of light, stranded in eternity, began to dream. In that dream, the dot heard a voice. It sung, so quietly, so beautifully, a song that eviscerated the emptiness. In the dream, the dot was floating through a lost world, searching for the source of the song.

Towering pines, howling wolves, an ocean of sand, a gust of wind that became a hurricane. All were swirling in the piercing melody of that music. And so without form, a speck of dust in an illusory memory, the dot kept following the current of the harmony, like a spiral staircase that sunk down and down, raising and drowning cities, and stars, and all things that once were, arising and descending like the sun.

And the light saw the source, the shocking song that harboured the soul of the universe, glowing and dimming, impossible to see but impossible to ignore. The dot was pulled inward, the gravity of a black hole that was undeniable. The shapes of the lost world began to distort, to spin, and disappear into a mosaic of color and geometry.

“Is this the end of everything?”

It asked, the lone voice at the terminus of existence .

The silent memory of the world plunged into the void, and so did the last particle of light ever to embody it.

But it was not afraid, as the song rose like phoenix from the void. The song, the source, the sad and joyous voice of existence.

When everything went dark, the blackness was impregnable.

All that was left was a song.

And that song was where the universe began again.

I have Discord now, although I've only used it a few times so I'm not very familiar with it. I saw the link in aether's thread..is that private or group?

I still have Wire. I never check it, but I can. My gmail is still the same.

Let me know.

Thread: If Everything is Evolved then how did CONSCIOUSNESS Evolve?

yeah, that is the question, isn't it.
We often consider physical evolution without considering how consciousness itself has evolved and progressed through various stages of life on earth. Humans consciousness has evolved, but we forget that we still harbor anscestral memories of previous states of consciousness, animal and vegetable consciousness.

human consciousness too, longs for progression into a new form.

they say that, once somebody has an idea, that easier actually becomes easier to access for everybody in the world. it's not just an empty statement either, experiments have been performed on rats in a maze. once one rat figured it out, in labs across the world, other rats suddenly knew how to get through the maze

consciousness itself, spirals, longs, towards transcending itself, that is the impulse of all life in the universe

One thing to consider. Most scientists steer away from the study and research of consciousness, which is quite unfortunate. In it they will more easily find the meaning of life.

add me on discord. [email protected]. you can join the server by clicking the link, it is very low key and cool. but if you don't want to you can just add me and chat privately

It all started with a single, infinitesimal point of light. A tiny dot at the center of nothingness, a spark in the endless sea of eternity.

Nothingness hadn’t won the universe, not yet. It had attempted to overwhelm all living things, but a tiny dot of light remained. So small, so fragile, it might as well have been negligible. But, it persisted.

Like an eye opening in the dark, the eye perceived. And vast space spilled out. The little dot had memories. Memories of a world overflowing with sky. Peaks and crests of vast mountains. Oceans roiling with tempestuous waves. All of these things and more, were remembered by the little dot.

At the end of time, only that little dot could envision things that once were. But it envisioned everything. The memory of existence longed to persist. All of the living things that had once lived sank into the vault of a tiny eye, lingering in the dark.

There is nothing left in the world but a quiet longing. A longing to be. To dash, to scream, to love, to sob, to gasp, a longing for exhilaration, to be manifest.

Is an idea, without a shape, without a form, enough to constitute existing?

And so the flicker of light, stranded in eternity, began to dream. In that dream, the dot heard a voice. It sung, so quietly, so beautifully, a song that eviscerated the emptiness. In the dream, the dot was floating through a lost world, searching for the source of the song.

Towering pines, howling wolves, an ocean of sand, a gust of wind that became a hurricane. All were swirling in the piercing melody of that music. And so without form, a speck of dust in an illusory memory, the dot kept following the current of the harmony, like a spiral staircase that sunk down and down, raising and drowning cities, and stars, and all things that once were, arising and descending like the sun.

And the light saw the source, the shocking song that harboured the soul of the universe, glowing and dimming, impossible to see but impossible to ignore. The dot was pulled inward, the gravity of a black hole that was undeniable. The shapes of the lost world began to distort, to spin, and disappear into a mosaic of color and geometry.

“Is this the end of everything?”

It asked, the lone voice at the terminus of existence .

The silent memory of the world plunged into the void, and so did the last particle of light ever to embody it.

But it was not afraid, as the song rose like phoenix from the void. The song, the source, the sad and joyous voice of existence.

When everything went dark, the blackness was impregnable.

All that was left was a song.

And that song was where the universe began again.

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"We are made of Ancient Songs...

I'll be dancing with the one's who remind me."

I have actually been talking about this recently. weve reached a point of complete stagnation in trying to find a unified field theory. the study of consciousness is taboo, somehow. science is severly lacking in an element that could tie all the theories together.

I think, whatever your perspective is on using psychedelics, study of them could offer some insight into consciousness. it's clear by the properties of psychedelics that their primary effect is the alteration of consciousness itself. to this day, nobody knows precisely how they work. and perhaps, if studies of the 70s had continued, we would have penetrated some aspect of consciousness

but for some reason, it is a subject all scientists of institutions and renknown seem to avoid like the plague. pity

death and life, and the rhythm of it all

if you believe that consciousness is energy you are restricted.

if you believe that consciousness is energy you are restricted.

death and life, and the rhythm of it all

if you believe that consciousness is energy you are restricted.

which is ok with me!

If I don't restrict my thoughts, I am restricting what now?

agree to disagree

such is the duality of your existence!

such is the duality of your existence!