151 rc. Fwd. fr. Aster: A world of matter awakening in sensibility…

From:          "Richard" <rcarlson@olympus.net>
To:              scienceandspirit@sriaurobindocenter-la.com
Subject:      Fwd: From Aster
Date:          Wed, 14 Sep 2005 18:25:18 +0200
    
A world of matter awakening in sensibility…

With a growing sense of the 'presence' within..

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No sense of travelling.. of movement.. from one place to another. Not even of 'distance' within 'space'. The 'sense' of 'space' is no longer the same.. it has no 'extension'.. it is…. And one just is.
This is physical.. and it endures.

'Time' too is not there as 'passage'.. there is nothing that 'unfolds'.. it is. All is… just is.

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One just is… simply but in 'density'.. and senses the approaching 'body' of Manhattan.. not the form and figure of it.. but the 'presence' of it.
The 'presence' of a 'body of matter'.. matter in its living compactness.. matter in 'itself'. In a presence of its 'self'.
And a warm movement of love flows out to it from one's being.
Like towards something known – like towards a 'person'. A living relationship..
It was a bit amazing.. but the movement was warm and intense.. wide and fullsome… like taking it in one's embrace… arms outstretched and enfolding it!

And 'it' seeps within.. very close… And there it remains…

* * *

It is a story about 'airports'.. what do some of them hold? What do they have to say?

This is in Seattle… One is coming down the escalator… high ceilings.. and right in the interior.. big square rocks standing there. They held one.. galvanised.. rooted to them.. oblivious of all else.

They had something to say.. and said it many times…
"Matter speaks… but there is no one to listen!"
The words came in clear tones… and with a touch of pathos.
And where were all the others who did not listen? Huddled, bent over, around the conveyor belt – in a distance, like a circle of drooping figures – intent, very intent, on spotting their little dark suitcases that held their small possessions!

"Matter speaks… but there is no one to listen."

They are busy counting their material gains. And, matter – as itself, in the reality of its existence – waits! Waits – to be heard…

* * *

Another airport – the one in San Franscisco! There is a happy wait of three hours to receive someone else.
We settle down… and how different it feels to two years back – exactly two years.

The very structures – the structures of matter – are drawn 'within'. Matter's movement 'inward' is palpable. Matter has come to rest in another poise. This was so concrete.. matter in an 'inward' poise of itself. One had a sense of 'ease' with it… right there at the airport.
One drives through the city – and the city that was like a 'jewelled encrustation', waiting for 'something' to fill it up from 'within', from 'within matter', two years ago – the entire city was turned upon itself and is going within. (Like a human being living in its normal poise starts to go 'within'.. in consciousness)
The entire city was 'turned inward'.. as though some 'action' had taken place in its very 'substance'. Something has been done to this compactness of 'beauty in matter'.. which gave it an inner dimension of sensibility. Very living, quiet and deep…

One drove across the city.. and out of it towards Santa Clara.

At one distinct point – like a line drawn across the road – a short distance out of the city… the zone of inwardness ceased. The quality of atmosphere – of vibration – in the middle of the road.. changed. Became habitual.
The difference was so marked, so clear – like a line had been drawn across the tarred surface of the freeway! Between the 'inwardness of substance' – and its habitual poise.

What was this action of the past two years.. and whose?
The Lord must know!

* * *

Yes, again an airport – at Los Angeles!

Not of matter's sensibilities – but of its externalised and man-made 'structures'. Structures that dwarf our consciousness – in wideness and in complexities of functioning.
A new creativity is needed – to help us grow in the dimensions of our conscious being so as to hold the intricate web of our technologies comfortably in our grasp.
The systems we create exceed our conscious limits – and by the energy inherent in them are 'obliging' us to change in qualitative terms of our human existence.
The technologies we have created are, in turn, showing us our insufficiencies – as human beings – in terms of their own wideness of range, and unity and complexity of function.

We have a pressing need to re-create ourselves..

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On return to 'Manhattan'… this is not a 'place'.. in terms of a 'city'.
It is the 'being' of matter.. where one is. One is in matter – in its own existence. In a certain 'intrinsic' state of itself.
It is fullsome, it is real.. and it is changing. It is like a 'person'.. warm, living.. with a relationship of love.
In the most compact spot of it, the arms wrap around it in an embrace – and it is all folded within.
A warm – and living – embrace of matter. Matter more living than the human beings walking up and down and across!
The sensibility has grown in these two years.. one is in touch with the consciousness in matter.

And matter.. is re-covering the consciousness secret within it.
What will the next meeting be like?
Matter as substance of the Spirit itself?
In its full vibrancy?

Aster

'Bhavishyate'
Himalayas
9. 7. 05post