By Ann Kreilkamp | October 15, 2018

Walking the dogs this morning, I was reflecting on how my decades-long felt immersion into the seeming paradox of both full-on living oneness and infinitely proliferating complexity has held me surrendered to its unending implications. And how, inside this vast, ever-expanding, multidimensional atmosphere, I continuously behold others with whom I live and move and have my being as each a profound, potent miracle, a tiny seed of enormous capacity squeezed into a material body that, depending upon the “age of the soul,” more or less deftly maneuvers through or blindly crashes into other material bodies over a lifetime. Compassion floods me as I notice, once again, how old souls have it easier, suffer less grievously, despite having to identify and work through situations so exquisitely complex and multidimensional that a young soul couldn’t even recognize their existence.

For if young souls tend to want to “figure things out,” and to come up with a version of reality in their minds that sticks, that’s certain, hopefully logically justified, “true” (and in the past 300 years, what we call “scientific”), then old souls are quite used to the fact that their view of the world both within and without is continuously expanding and deepening, so that no final “framework” is possible, nor is it needed. Unlike the soul who must hold on to what it “knows” in order to feel safe in what appears as an unpredictable world full of conflict and separation, older souls have learned over lifetimes to remain centered and grounded while exploring the furthest reaches of the imagination that holds all of life in its loving embrace.

All this while walking the dogs. Then, when I returned, synchronicity struck again, in the form of a Scientific American article uploaded to the Green Acres Village private facebook page by my podmate Solan.

Now I don’t read Scientific American anymore, despite that, in the 1960s, this magazine introduced me to the concept of two brains, left and right, loaded inside each of our skulls, one for logical thinking, the other for spatial visioning. Like everyone in this culture, I had been programmed to identify (left brained) I.Q. as the measure of “intelligence.” That article (I can no longer locate it) instantly plummeted me into what I would call now, the primacy of the right brain, where mechanical left brain logic (which aims at mapping the outer world with certainty) functions as but a tool to serve right brain imagination, which itself is centered in the heart and communes with the cosmos.

Here’s the piece Solan found:

What Would Happen If Everyone Truly Believed Everything Is One?

And here’s a larger, more delicious and fruitful version of the same that, rather than attempting to “justify” its findings with “scientific methodology,” focuses more poetically on the mysterious living conscious complexity of our home planet, and could easily swell to include the entire cosmos and dimensions beyond and within.