All a Part, Part of All

As Above, So Below, and Within and Without and All Around

I’ve been … not exactly meditating, but perhaps … deeply contemplating every morning lately.

It’s been good. It is part of the What Do I Want thing, looking within for Presence. And experiencing myself as One With Everything (except no anchovies please, and hold the fuckin’ cilantro, too).

Yeah, well, so much for improved concentration.

Anyway, it has been incredibly pleasant, and sometimes quite insightful. Like this morning, I decided to use Pachamama as my focus. I often talk about how every breath, every sip of water, every morsel of food, every cell in our bodies, came from Pachamama (Great Mother, Earth-Mother, Goddess, whatever you want to call Her is fine), and I have profound gratitude for that. But it really hit this morning that we are actually Pachamama, every cell in our body is made of stuff that came from Her, and everything we consume comes from her and makes more of what we are - so in a very real way, We Are The Goddess.

And if you zoom out, every thought, feeling, emotion, all of the things that create and maintain our energetic presences and resonance, our spirits, our souls, are made of stuff from Creator, from the All, the Collective Consciousness, the Divine Wahoonie, whatever you wanna call that. And so, in another very real way, We Are Creator, too.

Okay, for example, I’m a songwriter. Where do songs come from? Do they come from our brains? Maybe. Do they come from Source? Maybe. Do they come from the Genius Living In The Walls? Maybe. Am I totally making them up, or am I receiving them from something better and smarter than the “me” that is physically holding the guitar and writing down the words? Why not both? Is this holy co-creation? Why the hell not?

Will I ever know? Oh hell no, we have no idea how ideas really happen. (I read a book about how ideas are generated in the brain, and I am pretty sure the author, who has a fuckin’ PhD in “how does the brain make shit up,” does not actually know either, but hey, he’s got a book now, so that’s cool.) We don’t even have the first inkling of how an idea happens. It’s incredibly complex; neuro-bio-quantum-creatology or some shit. If you look hard and disapprovingly enough at a neuroscientist, they will admit - grudgingly - that they actually have only the faintest, most rudimentary idea about how the brain/mind connection really works. And not even that when you get right down to it.

And that’s probably okay, to be honest, because when we humans actually think we understand something we proceed to fuck it right up, and that’s super annoying.

I’ll tell ya how it’s done. Brain is all Pachamama. Mind is Creator. Mix briskly with great passion and voila! A song is born!

There’s a cartoon with a couple guys writing equations on a blackboard, and right in the middle there’s a big circle with the words: “And then a miracle happens.” That’s pretty much it. Probably for everything. We don’t know and we can’t know, and that’s good, cuz us stupid overgrown monkeys always fuck things up.

I suppose, like every other goddam thing, we can think of it like hardware/software. We have a computer, which is a physical thing that exists, but in order to make it do anything, we have to load an operating system onto the hard drive. The brain has to have a program in order to work. Our DNA is kind of like the base operating system, and it follows internal instructions and adapts to existing conditions in order to grow the human that will eventually be born, take its first breath, and be a person. We are born with a language center that has the concept of “grammar” already installed before we’re even born. Our ears turn on in the womb before any of our other senses, and we hear conversation, we hear our mother’s voice and other muted voices around them, and somehow our little baby brains start assimilating the raw data of that and turning it into some kind of framework for language to get hung on. Pretty impressive.

But … is that all just DNA and RNA and pre-natal nutrition and so forth? Or is there a spark of divine something or other that is the animating force driving the whole shebang?

Yes to both! All of it, in fact. We Are Pachamama, and We Are Creator, and we can’t be one without also being the other. We can try to pretend we’re all bio and no mystery, but it doesn’t work. We are biomystery.

Hey, that’s a pretty good word I just made up. I think I’ll keep it.