Watchful Scientists
© David Moorhead — January 2006
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Thinking people are watchful scientists of their hearts and lives. We have
to be watchers and thinkers. We must be investigative scientists who intentionally
recall information, who then call upon the intuitive for shifts of thoughts
and actions to help create psychological sanity and physical safety.
We Earthlings are between a rock and a hard place, it seems: There’s
little doubt fear of lacking money drives the energies of both conscious and
unconscious Earthlings’ enterprises while the masculine beast of indebtedness
watches and protects its illusory self interests in dysfunctional global economies
and deliberate fear-driven, greed-generated strives.
All of that is why I feel paying attention to our bodies, and to the synchronicities
they allow, are two exquisite portals for watching our manifestations and feeling
ecstatic. Just staying awake and focusing is great! Our minds and bodies are
likely the only places we can feel we have ready control. Here’s the result
of listening to a nudge, which prompted the idea of watchfulness.
Last weekend, two dvd’s Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets,
and What the Bleep Do We Know!? were watched back-to-back in a marathon
of three sittings. (I hadn’t seen either movie, however, some 20 years
ago, I read Deepak Chopra’s notes on quantum physics, reiterated in What
the Bleep.) A “Surprise!” moment occurred when realizing the
magic demonstrated in Harry Potter is the same magic described by physicists’
and paranormal scientists’ findings in quantum physics, examined in the
message of What the Bleep. Well, I’m amazed by the synchronicity
of deciding to watch two seemingly unrelated films to discover their very similar
messages!
Let’s be grateful for the ideas quantum theories suggest: examination
of everything—all possibilities, all tendencies, all intentions—to
attempt existing in unknown realms where, as examples, there are no insinuated
dualities nor human limitations; no physical nor mental disorders; no repressive
business strategies nor gender oppressions; no complicities nor anything cloaking
systemic slitherings of such; no past nor future; only landscapes of compassionate
intention. Those are radical thoughts. They make sense to me during these very
days when literally everything is possible, not only outside our bodies but
inside, too.
Any fascination for possibilities in our collective consciousness and for tendencies
to make sense of Planet Earth’s condition are whelming explorations into
the unknown. Intentions are as fascinating as you and me, who stay awake for
intentions’ results, or feel nudged to think up intentions and write them
down—either way is a good thing! But, we barely know why until we become
watchful scientists for the synchronicities showing up in our lives and in lives
of those we’ve chosen to surround us.
In addition, what tickled my fancy was last Saturday morning’s “Surprise!”
read of the usual political bloggers who were instead journaling scientific
assumptions (or, facts as they called them) about the beauty of human nature
and our remarkable biology. I went from being stunned by what I read into applause
for the critical thinking and authentic gratitude they wrote to each other.
To me, a mere studious investigator, watchful scientists peruse thoughtful,
intelligent shifts into possibilities of sanity and tendencies of safety for
our global sisters and brothers.
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us
‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences
himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest...
a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind
of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection
for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from
this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures
and the whole of nature in its beauty.
~ Albert Einstein (b 1879)
Our constant curiosity
is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead |