When The Dice Roll Themselves
Quantum Lucidity
The way I see reality,
undermined by bigotry.
Where overwhelmed fluidity
↔ proceeds universally ↔
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Look! All around you, here we have
a perpetual-motion machined Universe.
Infinity turning itself inside-out and outside in,
from the micro to the macro comes the macaroni grill! Ah!
But Soul remains a mystery, lest she be the Muse I have in mind:
where angels belong, where spirits reside, where the dead go,
where aliens ride, where I Am dead-center, but still alive!
Or are we simply living the lives of The Immortals?
Where we’re all gods, who don’t want to play God,
and the dice roll themselves.
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“Now, that’s what I call – the fairy tale role of the dice.”
Uncle Tree
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January 6, 2013 at 10:51 am
Brilliant, Uncle Tree! …i’ll take The Great ‘I AM’ at the center Who makes all things tarnished glitter with Precious Gold of the Heavenly Realm – His Love for us sinners. ‘Tis no roll of dice, that! Pure fact of faith. …grace, peace & Epiphany Wisdom – Virginia : )
January 6, 2013 at 11:29 am
Interesting thoughts, Uncle Tree, beautifully crafted, as usual.
January 6, 2013 at 11:48 am
Have no doubt.
January 6, 2013 at 2:02 pm
When it comes to the dice, I am rapt in synchronicity, and I have to say, on occasion, so were the dice. It was never when I sought for my own end…….ha, there’s a clue
January 6, 2013 at 4:27 pm
I’m so glad you agree, Virginia. Thank you!
The Intelligent Design of the die is self-evident.
One has to roll with the changes brought on
by every epiphany – whether graceful, peaceful,
or otherwise (like the kind that rock your socks off).
January 6, 2013 at 7:18 pm
January 6, 2013 at 7:22 pm
I’ll do my best, Kristin.
Thank you!
January 6, 2013 at 10:03 pm
Is this a sudden intuitive leap of understanding? I believe that God has his own set of dice. He rolls it for each one of us, and it stops on a dime. When we are sleeping, and when we’re awake, it’s only by his timing that all things manifest to HIS glory. The occurrence alone can be utterly striking…yet, ordinary to some, extraordinary to me. ~j~
January 7, 2013 at 2:18 am
Didn’t Einstein call it ‘spooky action at a distance?’ We really don’t know what he saw as he passed. Jesus was on the spot spot on and yet still a little spooky, even to friends. Something has got to give.
January 7, 2013 at 4:59 am
I’m afraid it’s always been that way, Noelle. Strength, or might,
doesn’t mean right, it just helps one get their way.
Jesus was the exception in that regard, and yet, He
is The Way to innocence, acceptance, and love. Peace, UT
January 7, 2013 at 5:10 am
To God be the Glory! Eh, Ed? I like your idea of a ‘partner’
(Soul?) on The Other Side, who can, with the right intent
from our side, make an unselfish move in synch with us that
puts things ‘aright’ in the eyes of those we serve.
Might that be the clue of which ye speak?
I always appreciate your input, my friend.
Thank you once again! Peace, UT
January 7, 2013 at 5:34 am
Who me, Cheryl? Me have an intuitive leap? Probably knot.
Most likely, it’s more of an educated guess. I AM bewildered still
with the philosophical conundrum of an All-Knowing, Omniscient
God whose Nature is one of benevolence, redemption, and salvation.
How then are we to explain away the hurt? The suffering?
The injustice we see every day on this planet of God’s?
Even the ghosts that are ‘stuck’ here seem to suffer from it.
Is it Karma? Or blindness that keeps us from healing ourselves?
Or might it be the devil and the sins of the fallen angels?
January 7, 2013 at 5:44 am
Our fear? Our fear of miracles, Ed? Or,
our fear of what we might do were we
to have and hold such Divine powers?
January 7, 2013 at 5:47 am
You are the master of transcription, Uncle Tree
There was also another kind of inverted ‘clue’ that popped into my view, wherein my separative self-seeking seems inextricably linked to the ingloriousness of my ‘end.’ (the ‘end’ nde being the word in play)
Yet Glory is ever available, if I dare?
Your blog makes all things possible
ed
January 7, 2013 at 5:55 am
Ha, was busy with my own comment so missed your follow on.. Can I count your questions of fear as a sync to my ‘if I dare?’
January 7, 2013 at 4:27 pm
‘Overwhelmed fluidity’ may well be the source of our fears? Are we stuck here with our Life blood and too much the matter? We are told ‘Fear not that which could destroy the body, but fear that state of mind which taken over with you could destroy your soul.’ Well, not quite told because I have made my adjustments
January 7, 2013 at 6:55 pm
I’m thinking Dostoevsky here, as he relates to Brand’s fear
of death in The Way Of Wyrd. I’ve never been that near,
so I’ll just have to imagine, which is way-way safer than going
outside and racing trains across the tracks on foot. Yes?
Glory be ecstatic ecstasy, I feel, which is hard on a soft body,
and therefore, we can only handle so much wattage at once.
Burned-out is the perfect expression for too much sun chasing.
“Chop wood, carry water”, perfect antidote for vanity.
Bhodi Tree VIII
January 8, 2013 at 6:40 pm
The Dali Lama and other Buddhist Monks contemplate death
for a hour each day. The point being that only when the fear
of death is transcended does one have true reverence for
Life.
B
January 8, 2013 at 7:52 pm
That’s it, Bonnie!
99% dead.
Those readings did grow on me, I see.
But, morbidity is a word. I’m surprised! LoL
Poe knew the spirit of perverseness that resides
in each and ev’ry person who knows they’re alive, and,
well…that would be me, and ev’ery other reading my words.
And since I am truly – only 1% alive, then to hell with my bark!
As long as my bite is gnarly, and my sap keeps movin’, I’m good.
January 9, 2013 at 3:25 am
Dark matter….there’s a ‘fair bit’ out there we’ve yet to bow our heads to. She offers ever more even if we are dying to get to it. Dark matter. Should I set myself a Light that She would set a match to?
January 9, 2013 at 2:38 pm
Well then, dear Keith
there’s nothing left to do but
hold hands
bow our heads
and give blessings to the original wild god.
January 9, 2013 at 4:02 pm
I’m not angry am I
January 9, 2013 at 6:46 pm
Well, Ed, as soon as you light that Light, you will rid
yourself of Her, the colorless Mother.
I dare knot call her Lady Soul, either. Not today, at least.
BTW, if’n you had Her match,
you wouldn’t have to strike it. Eh?
Her combustionability is unmatched,
forever and a day. Lordy be…UT
January 9, 2013 at 6:54 pm
Yes, well, Bonnie, the leftist have our rights in a jam!
So, I will give thanks and blessings to that original one,
as soon as He faithfully rises in the morning – like Alwayz. ☼
Born to be wild Û┬