Ken Wilber

“…and in the highest reaches of evolution, maybe, just maybe, an individual’s consciousness does indeed touch infinity– a total embrace of the entire Kosmos–a Kosmic consciousness that is Spirit awakened to its own true nature.

It’s at least plausible. And tell me: is that story, sung by mystics and sages the world over, any crazier than the scientific materialism story, which is that the entire sequence is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying absolutely nothing? Listen very carefully: just which of those two stories actually sounds totally insane?

I’ll tell you what I think. I think the sages are the growing tip of the secret impulse of evolution. I think they are the leading edge of the self-transcending drive that always goes beyond what went before. I think they embody the very drive of the Kosmos toward greater depth and expanding consciousness. I think they are riding the edge of a light beam racing toward a rendezvous with God.

And I think they point to the same depth in you, and in me, and in all of us. I think they are plugged into the All, and the Kosmos sings through their voices, and Spirit shines through their eyes. And I think they disclose the face of tomorrow, they open us to the heart of our own destiny, which is also already right now in the timelessness of this very moment, and in that startling recognition the voice of the sage becomes your voice, the eyes of the sage becomes your eyes, you speak with the tongues of angels and are alight with  the fire of a realization that never dawns nor ceases, you recognize your own true Face in the mirror of the Kosmos itself: your identity is indeed the All, and you are no longer part of that stream, you are that stream, with the All unfolding not around you but in you. The stars no longer shine out there, but in here. Supernovas come into being within your heart, and the sun shines inside your awareness. Because you transcend all, you embrace all. There is no final Whole here, only an endless process, and you are the opening or the clearing or the pure Emptiness in which the entire process unfolds– ceaselessly, miraculously, everlastingly, lightly.

The whole game is undone, this nightmare of evolution, and you are exactly where you were prior to the beginning of the whole show. With a sudden shock of the utterly obvious, you recognize your own Original Face, the face you had prior to the Big Bang, the face of utter Emptiness that smiles as all creation and signs as the entire Kosmos– and it is all undone in that primal glance, and all that is left is the smile, and the reflection of the moon on a quiet pond, late on a crystal clear night.”

-Ken Wilber, A Brief History of Everything

In those moments where everything feels connected, and whole, everything feels together and I feel both not myself and wholly myself, I am nothing and I am everything– I feel utterly synthesized with the universe… These moments come. Depending on how long they last, and how much physical energy accompanies these moments, depends on what we could call it. But it’s something and it is beautiful. It is everything and it is nothing and it is only momentary and fleeting but the moments are completely boundless.

And sometimes, I wonder, how dare we try to diagnose and label and fix such a state? Sure, mania is more complicated than that, and it can be dangerous. But there is also this side, this evolutionary infinite timelessness that just explodes inside and is so pure and maybe, perhaps, I understand why some call these states “dangerous gifts” and perhaps, maybe, some can navigate these paths to fall into this state without also buying a grocery store out of shampoo or believing you can fly so jump off a roof, or any of those perhaps less spiritual, yet wholly manic, experiences.

I was reading Ken Wilber at the laundromat this weekend and I read the above passage and all of a sudden- Yes! Yes! This is how it feels, in part, sometimes. This is a gift. This is a state of being. This is Being, period. I wish I could describe it as eloquently as Wilber does, I wish I could, yet he has already done so, so I’m just adding my verbose commentary.

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