Blue Planet Living
By Pat ‘The Barber’ Crowley
To live life aboard the blue spaceship we call Planet Earth is mostly always to travel second class. There is always something that could be better, even when we are having a pleasant trip.
There somehow seems to be something missing. Life, we feel, just isn’t first class, and happiness would somehow appear to be just around the corner. But if we never appear to get there, how do we know it exists? If it is always somewhere ahead of us, so how can we miss or long for what we have never known? Is this a journey with no ending, always a journey and never a destination, or are we perhaps facing the wrong way? Maybe what we are searching for is behind us and not out ahead. What if we were to travel back through our outward experiences and start to revisit the already known?
I would suggest that living first class is in fact a return trip to the splendid vision of something already known. In our funfair-like lives aboard Planet earth, our heads and our hearts have been taken for a ride. We are dizzy and disorientated, bewitched and bewildered by the sleight of nature’s hand. We get fostered out of mind and home, travelling, as Wordsworth proclaimed, “not in entire forgetfulness” and not in utter nakedness but “trailing clouds of glory do we come from God who is our home.”
If we could only entirely forget the glories we have known, then happiness and peace would be ours to take aboard our mysterious blue planet. Yet we can’t entirely forget and we can’t entirely remember. This is our dilemma and we struggle to make do with what we find and make the best of what comes our way.
Supposing, though, the dusty clouds were to rise in the clear light of a fine day and afford to us a bright vision, perhaps the distant hills of our homeland might suddenly come into view.
There is, of course, another possibility. Maybe we never left our homeland in the first place. This is not to say that we haven’t journeyed. We do it all the time. The fact is that our homeland has no boundaries and no frontiers, all lands are our lands, everywhere is ourwhere and everywhere is here. Time and eternity is forever, no time at all. We can only measure our lives in dreamtime and we dream our earthly lives in no time. When you and I stand across our separateness you see the greatest dreamer and I the greatest dream. The dream and the dreamer give birth to one another—one is the otherness of the other. The creator and created—the father and the son—all contained in the great mirror of awareness. Outside the divine mirror nothing is, nothing exists; all takes place within the magic glass. To look out from within the divine mirror we look from behind our eyes, not with our eyes, we see not with censorial looking, which is always suspect, but with uncensored intuition, which is not dependent on nor enhanced or impoverished by any outside influences or imaginings.
The immense magnitude of our great otherness stands like the slender thread of a spider’s magical climbing rope. We may be totally unaware of its existence, and our conscious memory of past and present experiences may provide little or nothing in the way of evidence of its existence, and yet it is the mirror that makes all experiences possible.
An excerpt from The Rose and the Stone by Pat ‘The Barber’ Crowley, available from Amazon.