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How did I come into being? What forces created me? And, guided by our scientific knowledge, we come to the realization that we were created out of all that came before us. In a fifteen-billion-year drama, the Universe has evolved from its fiery formless beginnings into a complex tapestry inhabited by beings able to contemplate their long cosmic history.
— Robert Jastrow
Authors and Luminaries Comments on the Universe for the 3rd Annual Universe Day
From Deep Spirit: Cracking the Noetic Code, Christian de Quincey
One moment I was simply “me” driving home, distinct and separate from everything around me. The next moment, all boundaries began to dissolve. Not just that everything was connected to everything else, but everything flowed into and created everything else—one vast ocean of Being.
Even the distinction between matter and spirit seemed to fade away. There was just a boundless source of creativity; everything an act of pure intention. And I was at the center of it all. Not as a witness, but as an active participant. Space and time encircled me, and I sensed the presence of an infinite Cosmic Intelligence.
“Welcome home,” I heard it say. “I have been waiting for this moment since time began.”
I was terrified, and also ecstatic to be in the presence of such a being.
“I want to show you something,” the Cosmic I spoke to me. Immediately, I knew the deepest secrets of the universe were about to be revealed.
The immensity and detail of the cosmic panorama from the very first tick of time, generating and sustaining itself through eons, unfolded before me. Simply by focusing attention, I could be anywhere instantly and place myself in any epoch.
“That’s how the Cosmos does it,” I thought. “It holds itself together by creative acts of intention. And the font of creation is deep spirit.”
“That’s right,” I heard it say.
And then I realized I was privy not only to the creation of the physical universe, but also to the archetypal forces that shape it. All of life, all existence, is an expression of this tapestry of intelligence.
As I focused on the archetypes, I felt myself drawn more and more into them, until eventually I knew I was no longer journeying through a universe “out there,” but that this vast spectacle was taking place within me, actually an expression of who I was—or am.
I am the Cosmos!
It was the final truth—or so it seemed at that moment.
“Who, then, am I talking to?” I wondered.
“You can call me the Creative Ultimate—the source of all that is. I shine forth in radiance creating everything from nothing.”
And then a most remarkable thing: In all the fuss and fury involved in sustaining the universe, the Cosmic Intelligence got caught up in the hypnotic dance of its own creation.
“The lure of physical existence, the sheer exhilaration of experiencing the flow of time, turned out to be far more seductive than I ever imagined.
“I forgot who I am.”
For billions of years, the universe has succumbed to cosmic amnesia. The untold horrors and pains—suffered over the ages, by countless individuals, by all species, by planet Earth itself, by all the planets, stars, and galaxies—is one long immense struggle to remember.
“The universe has already lasted much longer than I originally planned,” I heard the Cosmic I say, “and I’ll be waiting many more billions of years before the Remembering is complete.
“My job, your job, everyone’s job, is to realize this simple truth:
“We are all One.”
I listened with my whole being, and was flooded with an overwhelming sense of remembering. Now it all seemed so familiar, a true spiritual homecoming. And I knew that the Creative Ultimate would stop at nothing until all life and non-life had returned to the womb of creation. Everything that had ever happened since the beginning of time was directed to that end.
And then the ultimate revelation. Deeper than infinite intelligence. Deeper than infinite creativity. Deeper, even, than infinite compassion, the essential nature of the Cosmic I revealed itself to be . . .
I cannot find words that come anywhere near to expressing what I felt at that moment. The closest I can manage is to say that the deepest fabric of the entire universe, physical and nonphysical, is composed, utterly and without the slightest rupture or distortion, of pure, fathomless, unadulterated love. That’s what shines in the heart of every sentient being. That’s what radiates from the depths of matter. That’s what generates the attractive forces of the elements. That’s what spins the galaxies and propels the stars on their courses. That’s what guides the unfolding of evolution. It’s what stirs every soul, without exception, to action and transformation.
It’s just that we have forgotten.
Christian de Quincey, Ph.Dis Professor of Philosophy and Consciousness Studies at John F. Kennedy University; Dean of Consciousness Studies at the University of Philosophical Research; adjunct faculty with Wisdom University. He is also founder of The Wisdom Academy, offering private mentorships in consciousness. Dr. de Quincey is author of the award-winning book Radical Nature: The Soul of Matter and Radical Knowing: Understanding Consciousness through Relationship His latest books are Consciousness from Zombies to Angels and Deep Spirit: Cracking the Noetic Code. Samples of his writings on consciousness and cosmology are available at www.ChristiandeQuincey.com