Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Synchronicity

Synchronicity is an event where the connections that are everywhere anyway are unveiled along with, by grace or invention, their messages and meanings. It is a kind of clairvoyance in seeing the inherent connections, similarities and harmonies in such a way that time meets the eternal. The interconnectedness and perfection of everything reflects itself infinitely and points us to this infinitely no matter which way we look, though we often resist what is before us preferring to see some other idea that we think should be there and not recognizing what is before us beyond those preconceptions. This ever-present Self-reflection/revealment can be found in what might seem to be dark or unfortunate circumstances too, as beautifully expressed here in a poem by Rumi:

" ...
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest ...

I can explain this ...
but .. it would break ...
the glass cover
on your heart,
and there's no fixing that ... "


We can also say that an event of synchronicity is distinct from the appearance of "co-incidence" or "two incidents", because it is the graceful revealment of what is nottwo. 3/11/06

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Blogger nothingmissing said...

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9:35 AM  
Blogger sunya lila said...

cool! see you there.... and always and really only "here" ...

3:11 PM  
Blogger sunya lila said...

The thread that continued at nothingmissing's Blog:

from Thomas/nothingmissing:

In The Play of Emptiness - Sunyalila's Blog, Ellen Davis wrote on "Synchronicity" (Tuesday, March 28, 2006) and included a well-chosen excerpt of Rumi poem. In pondering her post, the following observations arose:

I have noticed that life is lived in reverse in the sense that any thought, judgment, opinion or observation always trails "what is." Whatever "what is" is is always over by the time it reaches my attention. That doesn't prevent musing about "what isn't" through thought. And "what isn't" isn't here any more than "what is" which is always "what was" by the "time" attention is focused on it. In focusing on what is, was and isn't, it is, was and isn't all happening "now" for me, it appears. So it seems that everything I notice has all already happened - including the thought that carries that information. In that sense, it is entirely connected. It all happens at once. An entirely synchronous whole. Interconnected. One. In a seemingy simultaneous movement. Disappearing as it arises . . . "like waves of eternity splashing upon this temporal shore." And, even in noticing that, not only does it appear as "nottwo," it is also revealed as "nottrue," in the sense that truth is. Whatever it is that never is and always is, it is its own way and has its own way.

And I have noticed that nothing, nothing, nothing is ever outside of the embrace of this noticing . . . of this awareness . .. of this heart. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the horrific. Any altar or temple I would build to exalt any aspect or experience of this life to the exclusion of any other . . . any fortress I would establish as a refuge from danger or hardship . . . any source of relief, comfort or help that I would turn to in times of trouble . . . serve to protect, defend and hide this heart in a glass house. All within the embrace of its awareness and broken open by any stone I would cast against any invader. My enemy - and any quarrel with what is - breaks my heart open. Each time. No choice. There is no fixing that. The shards of glass that inflict suffering, stress or pain let me know that this embrace . . . this indiscriminate awareness . . . this love . . . has no boundaries, no exclusions, no exceptions, no objections.

And it needs no explaining. It is its own way and has its own way. Nothing I say or do has any relevance or significance to what it is or what is or was or isn't. I have noticed that life is lived in reverse in the sense that any thought, judgment, opinion or observation always trails "what is" . . . . . . . (shampoo, rinse and repeat).
posted by nothingmissing at 9:25 AM on Mar 30 2006


sunya lila said...
Dearest Thomas,

I actually really follow this - yet my musical and poetic ear also enjoy blurring the "grok" and hearing through it a kind of marvelous, koanic absurdist scat. The process is kind of like the reversal of what you were showing me with the "magical eye"; with the results being less dimension and more of a blur - but what music and fun! Like dig it man: "Whatever "what is" is is always over by the time it reaches my attention. That doesn't prevent musing about "what isn't" through thought. And "what isn't" isn't here any more than "what is" which is always "what was" by the "time" attention is focused on it. In focusing on what is, was and isn't, it is, was and isn't all happening "now" for me, it appears. So it seems that everything I notice has all already happened - including the thought that carries that information." ;-)

I remember tripping on this long ago: "now, now, now, now - as soon as I say it, it is no longer here." As I look at this phenomenon of recognition now, I see this as attempting to sieze the moment - mind holding onto what it perceives and then recognizing the fact - yet the recognition is what is here - until it isn't. We flip into the awareness that sees and identifies it. - yet this awareness is also one with it and beyond looking back or forward or even identification. (and as you said, "... nothing is ever outside of the embrace of this noticing . . . of this awareness . .. of this heart." We feel this timeless, ever-present oneness in times of creativity - a kind of timeless unity-consciousness in action. being one with the music, - one with the paint, the brush, the canvas, - one with the target, bow and arrow, one with another. People who have done what we have called superhuman heroic acts without thinking - choicelessly - i sense do it outside of time and identification. and as I spoke about in the piece on synchronicity, it is a kind of Presence and clairvoyance in seeing the inherent connections, similarities and harmonies in such a way that time meets the eternal.

The sacred moment lives outside of time and therefore it cannot judge, for it has no past or future to compare itself to. from "Living the Sacred Moment"

"... this indiscriminate awareness . . . this love . . . has no boundaries, no exclusions, no exceptions, no objections."

I feel that some mystics have made what you describe into what they call "Friend" and built a creative and healing relationship with it.

Yes. To know that we breathe and are breathed by that. (ahh - more parallels with the Magical Eye - as I hear myself encourage the reader, "don't try to find that - keep a soft focus - when you try to focus to see it the way you are used to, you won't see it." ;-))

Through the Silence, and beyond preconceptions, what is it that sees "it is its own way"? As I look now, I see that it is that which sees it is its own way seeing itself. It is no way and one with all ways and not in any way touched by or at the effect of any of them. And in and as the embrace of this ever-present seamless whole, where time disappears, leaving the echo of mind to sing its redundancies of simultaneity and interconnectedness, is where we meet as one.

In our oneheart,

Love and Namaste,

Ellen

2:25 PM


nothingmissing said...
Thank you, dear Sunyalila:

Your own koanic marvel is revealed in your closing statements: "As I look now, I see that it is that which sees it is its own way seeing itself. It is no way and one with all ways and not in any way touched by or at the effect of any of them. And in and as the embrace of this ever-present seamless whole, where time disappears, leaving the echo of mind to sing its redundancies of simultaneity and and interconnectedness, is where we meet as one."

Yes, yes, the redundancy of thought. The story of a past. Life lived in reverse. Yet, the unity of awareness and its content are untouched. Indeed, the thought arises within and is illuminated by that ever-present awareness.

Very cool how you related your observations to our tripping into the pages of the "Magic Eye" book. I appreciate the parallels . . . the synchronicity . . . the interconnectedness.

I'm interested in the connection you made with the relationship some mystics report with "the Friend." Byron Katie sometimes talks about "the Voice." In the vernacular of my post, perhaps, it is the "it." Something to be further pondered.

I enjoy very much meeting you in this field.

Love and aloha,

Thomas

7:21 PM

4:26 PM  
Blogger Akash said...

Wow..BEaYOUtiful blog...a blessing!

Thank you...

May this find you tasting the sweetness of your being.

Akash.

8:14 AM  
Blogger sunya lila said...

Dear Akash,

I am very glad to "meet" you! Thank you for your kind words and heartfelt prayer.

I enjoyed seeing the beauty, depth and richness of your blog and as is obvious from looking at your profile, it seems we have a lot in common too. The Rumi quote that is on your profile page is one that I have on the mediation page of my website.

To your deepest joy and fulfillment.

Many blessings,

Love and Namaste,

Ellen

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