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Quantum Apocalypse Blues–Hu-man Egregore Part 3

Quantum Apocalypse Blues
Dear fellow seekers (hopefully this assumption is close enough to Truth), I am writing this from within a relatively negative state of mind, but I hope it will come across at least as neutral and at best, inspirational.  The investigation and understanding (?) of the quantum nature of Reality is little more than a century old and has yet to find its way into thinking and daily lives of the majority of humanity.  As an advocate for the development of true science and not dogmatic “scientism,” I have long contemplated the nature, implications and application of quantum “non-mechanics” in the realm of spirituality.  Revelation of the counter-intuitive concepts of quantum reality introduces paradoxes into the thought stream which can serve to confuse and frustrate or inspire tremendous creativity depending on our openness and willingness to go with the flow or resist and try to paddle upstream without a paddle.
Since all matter can be reduced to energy, and all energy can exist as matter (E = mc²), thinking about matter in terms of energy can lead to a consideration of the dualistic nature of electromagnetic (e-m) energy (light) as either particles or waves.  Evidence of these contradictory natures has long been documented in the scientific community, but what are the implications? 
The most important aspect of waves is that they carriers of energy which transfer energy from a source A to any other point B.  In the case of mechanical waves, some medium is required to transfer the energy, but in the case of e-m waves, no known medium is required for energy transfer other than the wave itself.  In this case, the e-m energy (wave) is carrying its own energy.  The concept of the ether was once used as an explanation of the medium thought to be required for the transmission of light energy, but so far no such ether has been detected.  This links with the idea of so-called “dark-matter” which has been indirectly detected but as yet unidentified.
Poetic Interlude 1
Free-falling into the blackness below, I try to focus on rationality and not let my feelings show.  I struggle to climb up and out of the well of despair, yet the inexorable, irresistible pull of that cavum nigrum . . .
Black Hole Sun–Soundgarden
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
‘Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I’ll hear you scream again
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come (won’t you come)
Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
. . . drawing me down into the origin of darkness, the pits of Hell within which I drown, by the Grace of God abandoned, the mercies of God forgotten.  I allow myself to fall, all the while clawing and scraping at the wall of the Chasm of the Abyss . . . yet out of the Limitless No-thing-ness a barely perceptible Light appears–growing stronger–that Light-of-the-Limitless-Nothingness bringing forth into this hell realm Infinite Creative Energy, wave after wave, particle upon particle a Divine tsunami of hope and love . . . I let myself go and be swept away by the cleansing waters, I drown, I die to myself and self-centeredness and begin to see the bodies of all those carried by the flood of tears, the agony of fears and all those wasted, lost years . . . floating, bloating, rotting, sinking, becoming . . .
I try to be positive yet I am still locked within the prison of my own making.  I keep searching for the escape route, always forgetting that it lies within the heart of Darkness.  For out of the Ain Soph comes the Light (Aur) emanating, cascading down through multiplicity, yielding the forms within forms and the Infinite energy of unlimited potential condensing into the complexity of the diversity of the Unity (unified field theory).
That Light of the Limitless Nothingness (Ain Soph Aur)–is it expressed on the the physical level by a universal quantum wave function–that infinite probability wave which contains limitless possibilities and only condenses into the physical unreality of the Standard Model of particle physics or appears as the four fundamental forces of nature? Or the “strings” of string theory or the branes of m-theory? Are we not part of that wave function, being a localized (?) manifestation of it?  If we are but a finite part of Infinity, are we not ultimately infinite?  If we limit our perspective that much are we not sure selling ourselves infinitely short?  My mind reels at the possibility (high probability) that I have just dipped my spiritual toes into the infinite ocean of cosmic consciousness! 
. . . and the Darkness descends upon and wells up around from the Chasm of the Abyss . . . yet still that Light shines forth . . . illuminating my Path . . .
Salaam, shalom, shaanti, mir, heping, paix, paz, pace, pax, 

Peace!

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