The Three Children

The Universe has THREE children, triplets milking the blood of the same womb and feasting on the same placenta. Every system of thought has its nomenclature, most commonly in Western myth, Father, Spirit, Son. Or poetically, Jove, Pluto, Neptune. Or practically, Cause, Operation, Effect. But we can call them, metaphysically, respectively, Creator, Diviner, Communicator. Or, in modern terms, Producer, Director, Actor. Of these, each entity in the Universe is all three, one-in-the-same, cubed. Each atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

In this manner, the Universe in its most comprehensive entirety, all the stars in their courses, replicates the tiniest imperceptible bit of dust-matter in the smallest cave of the smallest planet. The grime that falls from the cabinet-maker's brow is the same as the million suns spinning on their axis.

When I was a child I was walking on a dirt path behind my home. Wading through the forrest, through overgrown brush, leaves and thorns scraping against my ankles and knees, I every so often took occasion to glance down at the floor supporting my feet. I noticed that the dirt rose and sunk in predictable patterns, which I had seen somewhere before. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the patterns in the dirt were nothing more than a small-scale model of the mountain range out in the distance.

They are all illusion. Illusion layered upon illusion. I wake from one dream into the next. The dreams are infinite, world upon world, one after the other stretching on forever through the ocean of time and space. The human mind as a functional practicality discriminates between each of these dreams, sections them off so that the overwhelming bombardment of illusions is not confusing, but quite to the contrary understandable, coherent. But this too is illusion.

Under the spell of sleep or intoxication, other worlds appear. The body is a mine field of emotions and feelings all firing and sparking to maintain equilibrium and secure survival. But when these are suppressed and the body shuts down, this incredible energy is diverted from the organs of the body to the pathways in the mind. The energy of the mind transcends the body and journeys into the spirit worlds that exist outside of the constraints of the mind. Patterns of eyeballs appear; chain after chain of never-ending eyeballs, through which we may peer into different illusions.