I set my intention to meditate on the symbol I was presented with by Doctor Manhattan.
I begin by focusing on my Presence – which causes me to realize that all sensation is foreign to me.
I begin to hold the symbol in my imagination.
It morphs into a wheel of blueish-black which to me represents the night, richness, and darkness. Slowly these colors begin to blend to a tone yellowish-white which then represents to me day, nobility, and creativity.
My awareness then starts to dart about chaotically – and I find myself wondering how to look back down the lens of this awareness at the person looking out of it – Me.
I return to holding the symbol in my mind – only now it is a purple and gold mandala surrounded by a whirling collage of color.
By intuition I understand that it is a sort of portal to the super-conscious.
I feel it rise above me and begin pressing down on my head – tearing open my consciousness to unleash a whirling expanse of colour.
I then realize that this symbol is intelligent and is trying to teach me that there is no “center” – that there is no “Me”. The very motion of all the systems within me is what implies my inter-connectivity.
The illusion in my mind is what makes it seems like there is a center – the geometric linking of the points.
This is my false impression.
The truth is that I am constantly in flux – I am a series of systems which harness the “colours” of the natural world.
I see the symbol spinning at the top of my mind.
All around it are a collage of colours getting whirl-pooled into its energy system – my bodymind.
6 – February – 2016
This was the conclusion I reached after a series of meditations on a dream symbol.
The themes and imagery of this piece were extremely abstract – but also very vivid and colorful. The words simply do not do justice to just how vibrant the “collage of colours getting whirl-pooled into its energy system” really were.
The insight I was chancing upon in this piece was my understanding of what “I” am.
“I” seems to be a person who sits outside the contents of my experience and observes my mind.
Unconsciousness seems to be the event where this awareness – the “Me” – gets absorbed with the flow of experience.
Consciousness seems to be the event where this awareness – again the “Me” – understands that I am separate from the flow of experiences.
This symbol that floated above my head – had the effect of “sucking in” all the “colours” of the outer world.
To me this represents my “faculty of experience” – which is the system that draws in things from the outside world and creates the flow of experiences that arise in my awareness.
The learning for me was discovering how this system – this flow of experience – contained no center.
My great illusion was believing that there was a center – or better yet – a boundary between “Me” and the world – where for “Me” even to exist – I am constantly harnessing all the “colours of the world” to create myself.
Abstract, yes, but deeply insightful.