Music Thought the End of the World,

while watching Dragons Mate,

using Lightening for Song

The book “The Invisible Rainbow” tries to wrestle with the planet-wide existence of man-made electrical and magnetical “fields”, and their potential as causes of illness. The writer is a good scientist, yet a materialist all the same. Does not yet know such phenomena have a consciousness inside, similar in nature to our invisible human inside of thoughts, feelings, and impulses of the will.

I wrote this as a help for folk wondering that riddle: https://thecollectiveimagination.com/2020/05/14/electricity-a-devotional-and-artistic-representation/

Yesterday, as I thought about such strangeness, I remembered my days with the middle daughter, who as a child lived with me, from about her age of 2 ½ to age 5. I had no car, yet the North Oakland-Berkeley low-rent district was basically flat. Had to have some wealth to live in the hills.

We walked everywhere, with her sometimes on my shoulders. On her own she explored the world of sidewalks, fences, various flora and fauna – such as rose-bushes and fenced in barking dogs, while streets and cars required careful attention.

Over time, as we did these walks almost daily, she increased the distance between my awareness of her, and what next to explore. I noticed this invisible string of mutual awareness early on, so as time passed the string grew longer, but never was broken … yet.

She needed, and I needed, to be mutually aware … for her safety, and my sanity. She easily understood streets, and would wander ahead of me, always stopping at the next intersection, waiting for me to catch up. Sometimes a rock wall drew her attention, yet the sense of the situation was for me to be in arms reach when climbing was beckoning, so she would look at me, and wait.

Experience begat rules, that needed no verbalization, … mostly.

With my older children there had been a lot of yelling “watch out”, but here I was being taught that we had a shared “attention”, mutually aware.

We lived in a house on Alcatraz Avenue, that had been divided into three apartments. She and I had the downstairs back, and above us was a mother and son – he named “Mann John” for reasons never offered. The two children were often together, both being in that curious age: four years old. They ran around the “house”, upstairs and down, inside and out, … our place had a back door to the yard, which had a low fence around it.

At a certain moment, both adults called out to each other: “where are they”, and finding neither of us knew, began an outside search. The main worry was Alcatraz, which was a main East West street, pointing right at that monument. The side streets had stop signs. Alcatraz red lights at main intersections. Traffic always fast.

Plus, there was a light rain.

As we walked the side street, going North, out in the distance came two dancing and laughing children, … in the rain, holding hands, and naked as the day they were born.

A four year old is a natural anarchist.

There are limits to the connection-attention, although most mothers assert their knowing if a missing child was dead.

Of course, in my mind – in the present, I just skipped past all the details reported above to an interesting riddle. “What if the Son and the Mother know each of us by such an unbreakable connection-attention?”

Even with all the drama of ends of civilizations and such, we remain loved&adored by the Mystery. What is the nature of the indwelling connection – do we have an experience-shared, as do They?

Consider that “fields” of levity (light) and gravity (weight) all have a conscious-inside. We feel/are Their infinite array self-sense organs.

When we sit in the sun, and feel the sun’s warmth, the Son also feels our fire (elemental will). He also breaths us, being the “In It (the Word) was Life, and the Life was the Light of the World”

When we feel weight – both “physical”, and soulful as in “the blues” – She also feels our heart-ache (elemental feeling). She always holds us in Her connection-attention. How else could we sleep at night?

When He had spent His All, at the never ending blooming life-center of time, She caught Him. She is Endless Resurrection, and holds the whole world in His Hands.

There is no time or space, just love. Our existence, while fraught with personally sought trials, is kind of simple. “The best six doctors anywhere, and no one can deny it; are sunshine, water, rest, and air, exercise and diet. These will gladly you attend, if you are only willing. Your mind they’ll ease, your will they’ll mend, and charge you not a shilling”

“Let go, let god” sez the troubled addict. Now I lay me down to sleep, and pray the lord my soul to keep. And, If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.

Feel breath and warmth. Feel weight. Explore the connection-attention.

Best help for sanity, in curing/surviving the zombie bug mystery? They (God) did it. Live your life, and leave to Them the Big/Bad/Bug saga. The fat lady has yet to sing