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I felt I had to immerse myself in Nature. I climbed down to Ladonia. Some people had attempted to destroy a stone wall from the early half of the 80-ties. I was happy to throw and carry the stones and rocks back, and get some exercise. There was the sound of bouncing rocks and soon the Sun emerged behind veils in the until this late afternoon hour overcast sky. Also people begun to gather with Friday evening romantic pick-nick baskets. The tall driftwood and other kind of wood towers of Nimis, about 30 feet high or more, were overlooking it all, and further in the background, Arx, built of stone and concrete, looked like a number of strange dinosaurs on the shoreline at the shoulder of the steep mountain slope, brownish purple in its spring guise, the rocks grey or creamy pink, with some dark overgrowth of algae close to the water, as well as greenish coverings and a quite white layer in places, of possibly crystallised salt , probably from the winter storms. This was the first time I saw the creative process as a constant organising power, with or without the knowledge or consent of its vehicle, the person inspired with this in mind I climbed the mountain, away from Ladonia where the Universe is constantly reborn, sweaty and panting with aching calves, through naked shrubbery and over brownish golden leaves, to the highest nearby Swedish summit Håkull, attending to my belly abatement program, necessary in my age and in my shoes, where food is far too easy a compensation for lack of interesting company when our department people are busy working.
The only thing we all have in common, with everybody living today, and with everybody who ever lived here on this earth, is The Unfathomable that which we cannot see and cannot imagine. Out of that enigma, that grants our existence, we all come, as well as all of creation supported by very intricate organisations and self-organising systems, fields, morphogenetic or what you could think of all this fabulous nature around is a constantly growing ray of creation. We follow it consciously or unconsciously, as helpers or as building material not only mountains and oceans have been constructed, naked silhouettes of tree trunks and branches in spring, darkening indigo skies and stars behind those intricate intertwined, woven twisted lines and shadows, but also our emotions, our tears, our joys are part of it, finer materials for uses we maybe never can even attempt to dream of. This is all going on in front of our eyes, and we understand nothing.
Our thinking is seriously flawed. We think in exclusive categories. All our theories and teachings are built on that. We are trinity-blind. We only see two alternatives at a time either or, real numbers or imaginary numbers, etc. We debate whether we have no individual mind, or whether I am justified to refute that statement. Truth of the matter is that both alternatives will be wrong only on such a high level of being, ascribed to saints, where quantity is no longer a limiting conditioning, where it is not this OR that, but instead this AND that, and where both alternatives are equally valid (!) one may have one's own mind, or give it up, both are possible. Below this level, the debate never ends, and one has to choose a position, which will encounter incessant irritating proofs of its limitations. We overlook will! It enters everything. So we can never have one without the other, but to have one, and not the other, a third something must enter that which we cannot see the arbitrator free will, the Reconciling principle in Trinity, alongside Affirming and Denying. If we only could grasp this, we suddenly would realise the presence of a wonderful depth dimension in the world.
What maybe is the most difficult thing to understand is that there really isn't any barrier ahead to learn to negotiate there is the void where we must carry the ray of creation further ourselves, with our own individualities, our own once in the future awakened creative minds or spirits and there are souls that have walked before us. In a way we cannot understand, the world is very intimately based on this sometimes called the Anthropic Principle when only visible or historic people are considered. The world will grow with us if our strength and development permit, if not on this free level, then maybe through us sometimes people seem very creative, but when they start to theorise about their activities, they simply go boring and blind they are inspired, but don't really know what they are doing. I know at least one such person the architect of Ladonia.
TODAY'S PLANNED WALK & CLIMB (13 April 2002):
THE RAY OF CREATION IS THE SAME AS JUNG'S COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS.
Yes.
WALK 16 April 2002 rather late, near 7 p.m. quite a resistance to set out, but, I parked at the western side of the mountain, walked up to Himmelstorp, then up to Håkull in cold, drizzly rain, thereafter steep down east of Sadelberg there, reversing my path the last 5 days, suddenly the clear vision; on a nasty cold rainy and north-east windy evening, on the steepest slope down towards the unruly and already dusky sea below, visible between naked trees:
Thought is not really thought at all. It is SIMPLY THE SEAT OF CREATIVITY, usually unoccupied, or claimed by something else "out there" Here ideas in flash are possible. Everything here is flash and with no effort if at all. It is not whats usually meant by thinking and what's been called, mockingly, "wiseacring", chewing and rechewing old known facts, like an incessant idling of the engine of a motor car.
And then the simplest kind of creativity is Science imitating the functional aspect of what is already, so to speak, created by God! This would correspond to moving brain activity, the master imitator and then art emotional brain and religion in our better moments the same sexuality the same but thinking, creativity, will, at disposal, or touched, at least. That must be much more powerful like the magic of all the stars in the sky behind the wet grey thick clouds tonight&Mac183;
Thereafter accross slippery rocks to Nimis, up and back. Home by 9 p.m.
To the peoples of all the world,
the Ministry wishes a beautiful late April.
(P.S. I am afraid, our latest revelations about thinking renders the "logomere search" a our Brain Ministry obsolete - the logomere is only a dream and cannot exist as a general principle.)
Emanuel von Bock, Minister of Health in Ladonia |
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