It's not easy living on the edge.
It's a lonely place.
The edge, the edge
What is the edge and why do we inhabit it?
The otherside of the edge is the unspeakable - is the unknown and to some this 'unknown' is the abyss
We sit on the edge of the abyss
on the boundary between the known and the unknown
Why do we like to inhabit the edge? Us edge-seekers...
What is the attraction to knowing decisively precisely the point at which the meniscus falls, and then sitting on it?
Like riding the crest of a wave as a spectre, feeling the potential of the future and sitting on that potential.
The edge gives a level of control.
Knowing where the edge is.
Being able to predict the edge.
Many can know the edge yet refuse to sit on it.
But only by sitting on the edge can you know the wondrous realms of a trillion worlds that can branch forth from this single moment.
So lonely it is on this edge.
Alone the edge-sitters sit.
Some gather in small groups as edge-dwellers or an edge-community but this is not truly the edgest of edge potential.
Only alone can one know exactly how far one can go.
If the collective mind is an eagle, soaring through the skies, the edge is the crest of the wind before it hits the wings - the edge is a point in the horizon that is just a little further than what the eagles eyes can surmise.
A place of solitary gathering.
For control? Do we seek the edge for to control our reality?
Security? Do we seek the edge in order to avoid that which we fear?
Adventure? Do we seek the edge in order to fulfil purpose as a grand experience?
The edge-dwellers come back on occasion from their future location to ride on the crest of the wings.
The lonely place of the edge once felt is a craving.
It takes a seat in the soul as an unquenchable thirst.
Any attempt to assimilate back with the fold simply results in rejection.
Regurgitation
We feel alone as we did on the edge within a crowd.
Finding that the edge is within and no one can return from its precipice once ventured!
So to seek company once again we search for fellow edge-dwellers - so alone we search for edge-dwellers that have inhabited the same degree of edge that we have.
In an effort to not feel completely alone.
But we find that even this aloneness once felt is an addiction.
When we place all of existence within a single speck and we stand as this speck, knowing all, all as one - who will return from that precipice?
So many venture to the edge of the abyss to learn treaties from demons of the past or future - to bring back a portion of forbidden ambrosia - to seek the unseekable, the unthinkable, the unknowable - to return from the 'darkness-of' with a treasure
to aid the eagle with sustenance
to continue its flight.
Without the ambition of the edge-seekers the collective would lay stagnant.
Wherever the edge and its forbidden bounties lead us, there will we go.
What is the edge of the edge?
There are many edges and many contexts... many angles... many dimensions
One edge is but a 2D representation of another edge.
Depth is realised, time is realised, meta-physics are realised, inner contamination with edge-lore is realised, inversion of our realisations causes more edges to appear - we sit and we try this edge or that edge, like a foray of plates in a fine dining experience...
But who is the host of this event?
Why wasn't that horizon conceived before?
How do I sit on the edge of that edge?
The edge of edges may be a single point in space and time that experiences no change, no emotion and no presence and yet encompasses the all potential of everything and every possibility.
This is an original work by myself formed from the expansion of a single concept.
A free write (as I define it) is a flow - an allowance of 'flow' through the body to the fingertips, to the keyboard and to the page with minimal editing under the premise that the mind is a conduit of energy - words being an interpretation of that energy as it is felt. This interpretation of free-writing verges on being very similar to automatic writing which is more specifically 'channeling'. I feel it necessary to redefine these concepts because I use this method of writing in a way that is neither the accepted definition of 'free-writing' or 'automatic-writing.'
Nothing has proven information or data is inside the brain - can you attest to the origin of thought? Certainly information as experience is stored in the body through muscle memory but this only explains part of the conundrum of where exactly the information 'resides'. My understanding is that we 'tune' to frequencies through intention and combining this with self-belief our nervous system acts like a sort of antenna - and with this we access information within 'etheric fields' of sorts similar to what Rupert Sheldrake theorizes with Morphic Resonance theory.
The hypothesis of morphic resonance also leads to a radically new interpretation of memory storage in the brain and of biological inheritance. Memory need not be stored in material traces inside brains, which are more like TV receivers than video recorders, tuning into influences from the past. And biological inheritance need not all be coded in the genes, or in epigenetic modifications of the genes; much of it depends on morphic resonance from previous members of the species. Thus each individual inherits a collective memory from past members of the species, and also contributes to the collective memory, affecting other members of the species in the future. 1
While not definitive, this theory provides a canvas for future theoretic development of the origin of thought. Until we can address the origin of information we cannot hope to move forward as a collective because a core foundation of our present reality - information we deem 'objective' in modern society - is flawed.