Searching For Memories
In the young light of an early morning sleepily I follow my thoughts, searching for memories of a dream.
A misty morning, just before the sun rises. The world is not yet fully awakened, still holding on to the last leftovers of a beautiful dream…
I dreamed that I was a baseball sitting on a table, inanimate, motionless. My kinetic energy was at zero. But then again, I sensed myself as the table, equally motionless, then my perspective shifted again, to seeing a house that surrounded the the table, and again to see that the house was affixed to a spot of land, the land expanded to a continent. The continent expanded so that I could see it spinning around the earth, it's rotation equaling twenty four hours to complete. As I watched the this spinning, I could still perceive the baseball sitting on the table. I could see that they were not, in fact, stationary as I had thought. My mind kept expanding, to see the revolution of the Earth around the Sun, another axis of motion. And then further out my mind raced to see the solar system. I could feel the gravity of the Sun and each of the planets, tugging each other into elliptical orbits. But then I could feel the solar system being flung around the plane of other star systems within this galaxy we call the Milky Way. Again and again I was shifted further from my viewpoint of that now microscopically tiny baseball. Finally, I could see the entire universe, with it's uncountable galaxies all in relative motion.
Then my mind snapped back to the perspective of the baseball sitting on the table. I watched, fascinated, as a hand reached out to grab the baseball. But I was not seeing just the hand and the baseball. I saw fingers moving, skin, muscles, bone; chemical compounds, molecules, atoms, protons, neutrons, electrons. Deeper and deeper I dove, finally to the energy that exists as matter. I watched all these objects in motion as I picked up the baseball and threw it. I could see the energy of my arm in motion, being transferred to the ball. I saw the ball in flight, seeing not only its velocity as well as its position. When the ball hit the wall, it's momentum was stopped by the wall, and the ball hung momentarily motionless it mid air, until gravity grabbed the molecules of the ball and drew it down to hit the floor.
The senses of the physical body can only perceive what we call matter. But for the mind to understand the interaction of matter with energy, one must learn to use one's imagination.
I have been told by some people that that God is imaginary, that he does not exist. Well, they are half right.
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---- Jeff Porterfield ---- Photo by Jacob Berghoef
One paints with light, the other paints with words. Separately each is beautiful. Together they guide you to an ethereal stillness in your mind.