Mind Beyond Mind: Wokeness in the context of the All

It is true that All is Mind as Thrice Greatest Hermes, Thoth, inscribed upon the Emerald Tablet. The hermetic imperative to alchemize life itself is well served by the realization that thought is the cauldron of phoenix-like impetus that births inner-transformation and that all of our experience flows outwards from infinite depths within.

The mundane normalization of the mystical experience of creation is subliminal. Every day we live magic and yet it is so ever-present and pervasive that most don’t realize it. And so discount it. Pass it off as sheer coincidence. Don’t see it because they’ve trained their eyes not to. The power of the human mind to maintain its bubbles of perception and to wallow in willful ignorance is infinite.

Modern science remains beholden to the Ancients as it continues to confirm spiritual truisms. A holographic universe perceived totally within the dark expanses of minds alight with bioluminescent flames, separate yet united consciousness experiencing the dance of life intimately connected, psychologically and biologically, and yet laboring under the illusion of individuality.

As with all spans of potentiality, entire gamuts of consciousness expression exist. Some possess and actualize amazing abilities of empathy and interconnectedness with other forms of individuated and collective beingness while others exist locked within their own minds as sullen and despairing pinnacles of lonliness, rage and fear.

Such is the state of our human slate. We are born to Be. Some born to see, others, not yet. It is what it is and we live beholden to Mind, our own limited and personalized experience of the Divine called Ego and that Omniscient, Omnipresent and Omnipotent Observer Faculty watching each thought, word and action behind our eyes every moment of every day as we trip along unawares, the Fool gazing haplessly into the sky as his next step threatens to send her tumbling into the abyss chased by lightning and fell dreams of death and destruction.

It all seems so distant, when it is the most present of Truths. How humans pass through the day without constantly praising Creation in continuous gratitude for this gift called life is testament to the power of Mind, which shapes reality itself into molds of our own design and lifelong construction. Which allows us to concentrate upon and be the minutia of mundanity that we so often manifest, engaged in the blasphemy of minimizing the mightiest realization possible: that we are each infinite and eternal creative engines of unbounded potentiality and that we co-create our realities with such love and care and then wallow in them, bemoaning our fate as if we had no hand in it at all.

It’s so sad it’s funny. The basis of all humor is pain. This vale of tears is our prison and paradise simultaneously and no, I’m not talking about this world, which does not truly exist anywhere except as our collective choice of experiential platform. I’m talking about your Mind. Our Mind. Their Mind. And Mind beyond Mind.

That which we are blessed to perceive as the totality of our own existence in shimmering highlights of gnosis. Those conscious moments of sublime vision and epiphanic perfection that reveal the glory of All That Is, Was and Ever Shall Be in one transcendent and fleeting moment. The Infinite and Eternal expressed in grand, multiversal, micro and macrocosmic chords — inadequately encompassed by our limited biological tools — that quickly recede back into subjective particularity and the doldrums of doubt once that blinding flash of insight and the fading thrums of the Music of the Spheres has passed into memory.

But do not fear. It is all — yes, even our self-perceptive and indulgent “wokeness” — merely a momentary slumber — some lighter, some heavier in the dreaming — that presages an even Greater Awakening. One that is not some artificial clarion call of so-called elevated minds perceiving visions from beyond, but the awakening of self to Self. The only true Awakening. No aliens. No Ascended Masters. No waves from the galactic center. Just you. Me. Together. My mind. Your mind. And our Mind. Because in the End, we are, indeed, All We Need.

Mârk Ânthðny Rðckëymððrë

Polymath. Autodidact. Numinologist.

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