Understand, however, that the term “dream cloud” would serve as well. Yet it is an evocative reference to the way that “Everything That Is” packaged itself in the formation of its numberless realities. Such life clouds “still” exist. Each seed of life, of living, contains within itself its own protective coating, its own placenta of necessary nourishment and environmental circumstances, its own system and branches of probabilities.
Those branches of probabilities act like remote sensors, seeking out those conditions that will be suited to the seed’s best value fulfillment and development. In the simplest of terms, the life clouds will send forth their contents where circumstances best meet their own requirements. On the other hand, the life clouds can see their own worlds completely. Space itself already speaks of a creation “begun,” for no matter how empty space may seem to be it simply appears like a vast cathedral, or tent with walls so distant they they go unperceived.
Probabilities may be swirling everywhere, yet remain of course unperceived in any given instant, so that we might in this odd strange analogy hear a dim brief whirl, as in the whirling of winds, and think it unimportant — while what we heard instead was an entire world of probabilities speed past where we stood.
Our own entire structure of life, therefore, with its acute and precise definitions in the package of reality, is a living life cloud that may or may not be perceived in other realities. That cloud contains within it ever-freshening sources of new creativity. When we dream or sleep or think, we automatically add to other dimensions of a life cloud or dream cloud that emerge from the very actions of our own subjective motions.
Even infinity is being everywhere expressed in each moment, for infinity itself is not something apart from what the universe is. As the universe is a portion of infinity’s creativity, in the light there are new species appearing all of the time, whether or not our own situation allows us to perceive that emergence. We ourselves may be portions of that emergence. From our threshold or focus we would be relatively unaware of our own motion on a new time threshold — for to the beings on that threshold we would have already arrived, while to us in our present their would at best be theoretical, as if they were future selves. From our standpoint they would be, of course.
At other levels our dreams mix and intertwine not only with those of our contemporaries, but with those of all times and places, living or dead in our terms. Each universe — such as the one we know — serves as a small colony of existence, and is infinite within the characteristics of its own nature.
Some of this material will only have meaning to us in the dream state, for that matter, and the words of the blog may stir some of those meanings into our attention. Each portion of all such life clouds seeks value fulfillment, again, but that term itself is woefully inadequate to express the nature of life’s diversity, purpose, or meaning.
This purpose or meaning does not exist apart from our own existence, however. We are a part of life’s meaning and purpose — but those purposes, “coming from”, the source of our own being, are too great to be expressed or described within the structure of our personhood as we understand it. Such understanding is often experienced or sensed, however, sometimes as we are listening to music or when we are deeply stirred by emotion, and when we do not place a great distance between it and ourselves.
Attending to the life that we have with love, beginning “where you are,” will best allow us such a feeling for our own meaning.
What do I mean by such attention? Attention to the moment as it is presented. Attention to the table of rich reality as it appears before us. Attention to the kind of person we are, and to the loving appreciation of our own uniqueness. To attend to our life in such a fashion brings us into a clearer communication with the inner action of our own existence.
The use or non-use of an attribute can have as many ramifications as there are human beings who possess whatever version of it: ranging all the way from being completely buried in a life, to being simply left alone, used just “as is,” or thoroughly transformed in expression