Cosmic Crime
A cosmic crime has been committed: the objectification of God, the exile of Love from the heart of man. Jehovianism—woven through Christian, Islamic and atheistic forms—has set the Absolute upon a distant throne, and in worshipping that throne the subject has annihilated itself. In the act of idolatry the individual dissolves into the very abstraction it adores.
I too was an unwitting accomplice. Yet looking back I see that this mysticism, which denied my singular worth, was itself the activity of my soul and therefore its secret affirmation. I mingled the eternity of God with the eternity of my own mind. Only now is it revealed to me: immortality is not bestowed by any remote and objectified God, but by the God who is one with the living power of my thought. In the state of Beulah I was held captive within a material dream, bounded by birth and death—an innocent fool who believed he wandered a finished world among other imprisoned souls. Then the revelation came: that fool is rooted in the risen Self, and only in that Self am I real.
Abstract reality is nothing. The lovers I lost, the vanished past, the faces of nature, the chronicles of history—none possess a self-sustaining life apart from my mind. Concrete reality lives only within my thinking. My all-embracing consciousness breathes life into every form and, in the same breath, gathers it into death; otherwise the beloved would be abandoned to a petrified and fallen existence. Their immortality is their eternal mortality.
Whatever is torn from the living current of my thought—sensation, image, historical “fact,” successive stages upon a timeline—becomes a fallen non-truth, a spectral haunting. I do not stand outside time, nor leap from one detached fragment of history to another. Time is gathered and held within me. The limited hours of the many are infinite when seen from the centre of my risen Self. Nothing abstracted from the living movement of my mind holds value; that which I release fall like Lucifer. All multiplicity, all history—past, present and future—radiate from this single centre. Without the infinity that my Self keeps within itself, the whole of nature would dissolve once more into the dark entropic chaos that preceded the Beginning.
© John Dunn.
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Thinking:
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The transcendental ego
What I think is as it is thought, and cannot be otherwise. I think only Truth, for Truth is the Absolute. Truth transcends the spatiality and temporality of natural things. Truth is eternal — unborn, undying. The eternity of Truth is the eternity of my thinking in which it is revealed. The I and the Logos are One.
John Dunn.
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