All my problems seem so solid, only solutions flow. I seem solid, although quantum physics tells me that all matter is made up of mainly empty space. The forces of attraction and repulsion seem solid, as matter is pressed against me or as I press upon some matter’s place.

Existential matters seem heavy as though they weigh unkind upon my mind.

Financial matters seem like actual things that knot together and insist upon a form, upon formal meetings with a choreographed manner of processing what’s due where, to whom, when and what for, in a matter of due diligence, contracted service, work, payment and statements as receipts.

All breath flows, in and out. My blood flows across expansion and contraction, my food digests within a peristalsis of squeeze and release. Everything that is living flows, conversation flows, air, water and electricity flows, love flows.

It doesn’t seem to me, at times that my life is flowing, that it is within necessary boundaries, pressured and purposeful, pumping it’s energy toward a goal; that it’s much fun.

God calls me to return to Love’s flow, in the here and now. Who is the miser of my misery? Not He who makes all, but the he or she who would try make small the beauty of Her face.

I’ve written and written blog entries, social media posts and tweets. It seems a …. long drawn out debt …. man of words, a merely sent invoice for my time’s blood, seeping from a gash of an amateur’s concern for a professional game never really played. It seems that my past life has been nothing but a secret, leaked.

So for now farewell, my android’s metaphoric pen must cap: my leaky way become more light, more robust if I’m to survive, escape and pay down my debt to those who would prefer to see me dead, like them.

Only solutions flow.

“Say Allah then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling” ….

(No just estimate of Allah do they make when they say: “Nothing doth Allah send down to man (by way of revelation)” Say: “Who then sent down the Book which Moses brought? – a light and guidance to man: But ye make it into (separate) sheets for show, while ye conceal much (of its contents): therein were ye taught that which ye knew not – neither ye nor your fathers.” Say: “(Allah) (sent it down)”: Then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling. – Al Qur’an 6:91 (Y. Ali) )

Affect and Effect

There is One Cause in existence. This is the ineffable position of the messenger who is in Union with God.
So where does that leave the usual intellectual due diligence of trying to apportion casualty in the complicated apparition that is our daily experience?
Once the cause is summarised as singular, then the theatre of life takes on a new script.
The Latin verb ‘facio’, is the key to understanding the play, the illusion of existence. From this celestial playwright the words perfect, defect, affect, infect, effect, and the derivatives confection and refectory zoom into focus.
Everything is perfect now.
What draws you in affection is the energy that gives you the echo that is the effect. What you hold as precious is that which is your unavoidable parameter of consciousness.
Laughter is infectious, panic is infectious, grief is infectious, enthusiasm is infectious and so on and so on …. in this computer age posts can go viral.
The defects, which necessarily include the correlations death and birth, have their place in a system of ‘necessary duality’ for current to flow. The vice and virtue of appearances that revolve as a person evolves are not ’cause and effect’ pathways, they are educators of our perfection.
If behaviour sticks then it is described as being somewhat affected.
Love is the only cause: therefore, in the quantum science of Unity, love is the only possibility of releasing what are, (despite their often terrifying appearance and consequence) simply local affected patterns of governing behaviour (either personal or systemic), into being recalibrated more effective patterns of behaviour; thus releasing more affection for the future effects of this, our present perfection.