The Two Worlds of Science and Spirituality

Something rather stupendous has been happening lately. What is being learned and written about has the possibility to evoke something beautiful to be born from humanity – all of us together!

Science has been operating since the 1600’s totally in a mechanistic void, eschewing anything that has to do with the affective domain. The human domain. which includes the spiritual interests of the world has wanted nothing to do with that. Those two very large entities have been totally at odds with each other for several hundred years now. It seems that science has come to such a refined understanding of how the world works and how it came to be that they – the spiritual and scientific interests – really are only a stone’s throw away from each other, and are, incredibly, sometimes congruent in their understanding and knowledge.

At the same time as this is happening, it seems that everywhere, and in different ways, many people are looking at the disaster of climate change, (and including even the covid pandemic), and saying actually that there is something more BEHIND these overpowering planetary challenges. It is not a matter of us just trying to find solutions within technology and science to fix it so we can get back to our status quo lovely lives! There is a malaise in humanity’s way of living that has caused these unprecedented challenges. Our beliefs, our goals, our values or lack thereof, our drives and actions, make it impossible for us to continue the way we have been. The way we have been going is the very root of the problem. And so, if we look BEHIND the general news, and search behind things, we discover that there is a confluence of new thoughts and perspectives being called forth by the very crisis of the planet.

I will end here for the day. My guidepost is to not write long blogs that no one will read and already it will take more than 3 seconds to read this! More to come on this very subject soon…like what is the outcome?

Postings and Intellectual Property

Or maybe I should say Artistic Property! In the past when I had a book on the go, I posted many illustrations as the book progressed. Although I have a gorgeous book very well on the way, I have avoided posting illustrations because of what the statistics on my website show. The stats show that my site is visited very frequently from a certain country – more visits from this country than all other countries put together! This country does not seem to respect intellectual property, as I have discovered that other artists have had their work stolen and flogged on the net without reference or respect. There’s not much I can do about what is already posted, but at this time I am keeping a lid on more pics. So instead I am resorting to writing about what is behind my impulse to write these books. More soon.

 

The Spiritual Dimension

There is a spiritual dimension, a dimension of profound love and light, immeasurable bliss – qualities and realities that the mind and its words cannot describe.

But how do we access it? How we can know it is completely counterintuitive. We cannot approach it by any of our worldly means. We cannot access that through our body-personality’s will, desire, skills or tools. It is beyond the mind., beyond scientific instruments. This is why the scientists and philosophers are so sure there is no spiritual world because the mind, and especially the well-trained mind – so busy with its grand thoughts – completely obfuscates and blocks the spiritual dimension.

The spiritual dimensions are so unbelievably more than the mind can grasp, and finer than the mind can access. Therefore, it is difficult, because our habit patterns are so entrenched, they work so well in this world, and only in this world does it work to control, to grasp, to attach ourselves.

When I was little wandering around in field and forest in Norway, I was always looking for some spiritual truths, so perhaps I am just writing the kind of books I was looking for. Sometimes it is like miracle when one can get a validation or an insight that hits home.

Below is my attempt to show the personal self, completely still and released from worldly concerns, being touched by Universal Energy. This energy we can call by any name, but for simplicity, and for a child’s understanding, I call it the Mother-of-Us-All.

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The Heart

The workings of our physical body is nothing short of miraculous. But there is more to it – more to our heart, for instance – than the vital pumping of blood. Why is the heart always mentioned in writings and poetry, why is the heart symbol always used to denote love? It is because on some level we know where love can be found. At times we have experienced the heat in our hearts, the expansion, the glow, the joy and radiance that attends love. The Heart is the fount of love, compassion, and forgiveness.

At a deeper level, there is Light in the heart, but even if a person has not yet experienced that, they have surely experienced the love and goodness that flows out from the heart. This is something precious to value. This is something to know, to remember. The heart can only improve and grow as we remember it and use it.

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Strange

A little strange, isn’t it, to have set up a blog page and then not write?…the vagaries of life!

At first I thought it was because I am writing the third book. It is hard to be in one mode – the well-spring of creative thought and artistic beauty – and to also tailor ones thought processes to the public.

But later I have understood that I was in a kind of removed cocoon – needing to digest and ruminate on the state of the planet and humanity – yes, actually on the horrific mess we are in. I don’t mean covid, which in many ways is having a constructive effect on many, both personally and nationally. If we don’t look at the many aspects of our humanity and the planet, we can thankfully go along, coddled in our own little world, striving for our arrangements and comforts, struggling with our own challenges and fulfilling what must be fulfilled. And also trying in our own limited personal way to align our small efforts with planetary ethics. That is already a full plate. But what if we look, really look!

This time I have been reading a lot, Thomas Berry and Bill Plotkin, and Brian Swimme, but also many, many National Geographics that have been lying around for 20 years – all these thoughts and information has impacted me in a life-changing way.

And how to address what we know? How to address this! In a way I want to stand on rooftops and rail. But we know that does not work. It is also not aligned to my energies of love and understanding.

My teacher says, to do what you can according to your own capacity. This means on every level, spiritual, local and planetary. “According to your own capacity” is a very forgiving and focusing thought. This very thing bears examining. It has been a guiding force in my ruminations.

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Finding My Writing Community

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I started writing in 2011, and for 9 years I have experienced an aloneness in the lack of participating in a writer’s community. Despite much local community support and interest, as far as being part of a writers’ community, I have felt like one small voice speaking into the wind of modern industrial society, the powerful wind that blows the opposite way. This aloneness pertains to many missing elements, the peer group of writers for children, the peer group that is concerned with the more-than-human dimension, and even the technical dilemma of not having an editor (a children’s book editor) and a consistent graphic artist. This slowly has come into place with the generous appearance of Lisa P Allen, my editor, and subsequently Christina Wightman, my graphic designer. I am very grateful for their glowing participation.

Further, to my great joy, through a certain collection of books that I have been immersed in reading this spring, I have found that I DO belong to a writer’s community of thought and soul perceptions. I was first led into this by Bill Plotkin’s Nature and the Human Soul – Cultivating Wholeness and Community in a Fragmented World. Through his writings I was introduced to Thomas Berry’s, Evening Thoughts – Reflecting on Earth as Sacred Community. And further, Brian Swimme and Thomas Berry’s The Universe Story – From the Primordial Flaring Forth to the Ecozoic Era – A Celebration of the Unfolding of the Cosmos (Whew! Long titles, but inspirational and illustrative).

Finding my writer’s community, the stream of thoughts and perceptions held by other writer’s has given me a tremendous boost and confidence, as you can imagine! I feel like I have arrived at the train platform, after walking through a wild and pathless land for 9 years!

I can only say to the Conscious Universe, “Thank you, thank you!” And also thank all my friends and local community for their support and interest all these years!

 

 

My Father

My Father Oct.4, 1923 – Feb. 24, 2020

Two months ago he passed, and every day I am grateful that he was spared the sorrow of the covid19 isolation…and I was spared being anguished about it.He demonstrated so much love and gratitude as he aged. And forgiveness. Transformation worked on him, that is a gift of his deepest essence (otherwise known as soul). He became the father he had never been.

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I now sit and enjoy his creative output – especially his words in his many books – never edited! But so beautiful, despite the warts (as we all are!) He had a good go, and poured forth his life’s essence and artistic talents.

Sharing in his passing has been more beautiful than I could imagine! I feel he has poured the gifts of his ancestral line into me. Thank you for our travel on the road together, Dad.

With my enduring love,

Lila

 

 

 

Words

If you throw away the language of the hidden subjective world

you have nothing,

no thoughts about it,

no way to communicate,

no tools, no knowledge, no help, to move and learn in that realm.

Our school-trained linear minds

Keep our sensibility imprisoned

By our rational, material, scientific words.

Our deepest essence imprisoned in the dark poverty of absence,

The absence of numinous words

When we discard the sacred words, the words we are allergic to

(Oh, those words!

Like ‘God’, ‘holiness’…)

We cannot benefit from their profound gifts

We are bereft of all they signify, what is actually behind them, what they mean in their deepest, most empowering radiant essence.

The words reek of another prison box and its wrongdoing

Its limitations, its past that is held, static
We need new words then,

Words without baggage

Otherwise we have thrown away our help, our tools, our knowing

Our way to a greater reality, that is US, actually, the total and whole US.

The right words can help give light to our sensibilities

Our depth, our yearning

Our love

I have heard ‘Mystery’.

The great Eternal Mystery

The Mother Father Mystery of the Universe

The Mystery of the All

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It’s a start