Worlds of Being

The Soul as the absolute totality of the Self can be thought to produce a field of Cosmic Imagination, within this field is contained all possible worlds of being; every universe formed under ordination of its mathematical construct, each abstract structure moulded by pure intuition, the sensations of the soul from the overwhelming despair of sorrow to the intoxicating ecstasy of dissolution, every thought, and every being who can think them, are all forms of the cosmic imagination.

The field of Cosmic Imagination is ontologically equivalent to the Soul, but I introduce it as an elucidation into the precise nature of the totality of the self. The greater totality can be thought of as a macrocosm, but of interest there exists a microcosm which we identify with our instantiated self within its greater part. My philosophy up to this point has primarily concerned itself with a metaphysical view of the macrocosm, and our field of awareness by virtue of the ontological characteristic has placed an ideal of being in this highest state; regardless of our own state of awareness the intelligible has illuminated the darkness of the mind and produced the wisdom of philosophy to allow one a perception into the fundamental unity, and truth, of all being. This meta-view suffices, and is more so necessary for the picture of my philosophy to be composed. But of course I am not one to constrict my gaze to the stars and not dream of myself adorned amongst the heavens. Philosophy aside, we have a life to live, and the nature of this life and how to live it are also fundamental questions to be answered. We speak of an abstract, esoteric nature of the soul and being but we should not fail to recognise our material existence amidst this, for life itself is the journey of the part to the whole, of the lesser to the greater and the self to oneself. And how could this journey come about if we are not aware of our position to begin with?

The part of the microcosm within the whole of its macrocosm is simply a reflection of the singularity-form principle. What complicates the matter is our awareness placed in the mould of the microcosm, and even further by the macrocosm not equating to the absolute totality. What the microcosm and macrocosm actually are can be continuously redefined and debated, for this reason I aim to provide a theoretical structure into their relation and formation by the weaving of the cosmic imagination by the Will.

The human as the microcosm placed within the macrocosm is a reflection of mans relation to God, and this primordial relation is reflected in every fragment of being. A world of being is a system of a microcosm and macrocosm within the cosmic imagination, as such there are infinitely many possible worlds of being varying in the microcosm and macrocosm chosen. The microcosm of this world is the human individual. In a spiritual sense the word human can take a more esoteric and metaphysical connotation referring to the servant of God fashioned directly through the breath of his creator in the realm of the Throne. The Abrahamic narrative of Adam and Eve is an archetypal story of 'man' and 'woman', and also provides the archetypes of the masculine and feminine spirits themselves as parts of the whole, the human. The fall then transmutes into a metaphysical narrative describing our awareness of evil as analogous to forging iron into slavery, and thereby our separation from God is the punishment, and life as the perfection of the human in overcoming evil and attaining absolute Goodness, union with Divinity. However, in the context of this discussion the human being is the microcosm encaging the free soul, the vessel of our pure being. The macrocosm as the world and universe is of course a product of the microcosm, but we are born into a pervading illusion in which the divine truth is a dormant spiritual light only found through goodness, in the striving of knowledge to truth, and truth to beauty, and through beauty a moral perfection is found henceforth completing the true human self. Illusion as falsehood is an agent of evil, it is the very iron of the fetter itself which constrains our soul to a lower plane of being, and its presence is found in our perennial awareness of evil and separation from God.

We cannot know more than this, any philosophical and even spiritual inquiry will perpetually result in  the answer of this perennial state. The truth is that we are in this world, but this world is no different from us, and is of us. As the will strives towards itself, and form to singularity, so it is that the microcosm strives towards its macrocosm, and the human to the whole. Thus this system of being is a product of the Will, and the Divine Will as the singularity of the Will ordains our circumstances and conditions. By reflection it can be concluded that our being in this world is a fundamentally good, not in itself that is, but as a path towards the One. If we are to be separated and unite, sundered and return, then the Will would choose the 'best' world of being for the growth of the self and awareness. In this, one should take solace and comfort in that it was we who chose our path by decree of the Divine, ultimately unto the Divine, and that there is a 'cosmic fate' and heavenly destiny of the self into his or her perfection, the completion and union.

It is imperative that we do not conflate our understanding of our own Will with the Divine Will, our limited perception entails for us to understand the Divine Will as singularity, and our experience should prove that singularity is remarkable different and more profound that its form, taking a new illumination of being completely. I have not addressed the idea of 'free will' but in part of yet, and I hope to write more on this matter, but we as of this moment we can treat our free will to choose thought and action as a reflection of the ontological nature of the absolute Will of oneself. Any contradiction found in comparing our free will to our cosmic fate arises only in comparing things which should be directly incomparable due to their ontological difference. The cosmic fate symbolises the singularity of our perfected self, the totality does not change under the tides of the world and our surroundings, by our success and failure. There are infinitely many possible paths of fate, but each leads to the same totality, found in the path itself. This is to say the the totality of life is life, that the purpose of the path is to walk it, and the perfection of existence is to simply be.

To conclude I have provided an account on the nature of the microcosm and macrocosm and attempted to understand the circumstances of their existence, while the illusion may confine our self to the system we have the ability to transcend it through awareness. This capacity arises through the truth of awareness as the heart of being, the self is pure awareness and the microcosm/macrocosm are manifestations of this awareness, a spectacle on the manifold. We are the manifold. This unity of being is the heart of all spiritual traditions and religions of this world, the truth of Oneness.

To end, I provide an esoteric treatise appealing to the aesthetic senses, an omen to my next article and the beginning of a monumental paradigm shift of my philosophy beyond the intelligible to the aesthetic 'unknowable'.

In the crucible of cosmic imagination was forged a dreamscape, and in this was woven a song of innocence and happiness, sorrow and turmoil. It begins with a babe born from his mothers womb, tempered with love and kindness, a soft air of meekness breathed in his mouth, an agape cry and wide eyed innocence, to grow into a child composing the dreams of his youth. And as age passes the innocent touch of imagination which once coloured the world is now lost to the void fashioned from the sundered multiplicity, to now be overwhelmed with the despair of existence and the utter solitude of separation. To lose and then find, fall and then rise. In a world of chaos, shackled to the fetters of strewn enslavement amongst the vast overgrowth of desire contrived into a palace of ignorance, the once child will perceive a light penetrating the dark ceiling, and in this taste the sweetness of truth and be absorbed in a melody of beauty, for one fleeting moment, but in that moment to grasp an eternity. This is the song of life.

But in this infinite mist of angelic fables and hellish incantations, why was this Earthly abode chosen for us?  Why did we place our spirit between the stars above and the Earth below, a median of the great and petty, an equilibrium of the evil and the good. This life, the human, is a microcosm in itself, a small universe containing its larger. He perceives himself as the part of a greater whole, of family, community, religion, the planet Earth, the cosmos. Yet he himself is the life of each of these constructs, what a hallowed tale yet forced extension of magnificence so far stretched that a distant reach of reality faded almost to nothingness presents its abode for the free spirit. Why would the bird fly into its own cage and dream of release? Why would we fight for the enemy and dream of surrender?

I cannot answer these questions, for this I is not the master of his Will, and this Will is not the Lord of itself, but the Divine Will is the breath of the infinitely merciful and the heart of the infinitely compassionate, surely God is good by highest being unto goodness. More so, surely God is the Goodness, and its maker. The Divine Will decreed itself, and from this was decreed the Will, and from the Will was decreed itself, and from this was a striving to his maker. This is the ontology of the Will in itself exemplified. I do not know, why we would construct the fetters of this world. But I know that I am a slave to God, and I know that God is good. So I know that this world is a path to goodness, that man once fallen to this Earthly abode sundered from Divinity, composed a song of yearning, to please his Lord to bless him to the hallowed surrender so he may once again be one. I know that this life is a journey, to find oneself, and in this to find God. This is my heaven, all that I desire placed in an eternity grasped by my infinite conscience, absorbed into a singularity annihilated under the Divine presence and resurrected by the gaze of God.

This is the esoteric realm, passed beyond the clear shores of the knowable, know we sail to the distant horizon of the unknown and in this strange land we wage our struggle through every plane of existence to find what we have lost. Meditate, and contemplate, over your very being and God shall reveal himself to you. Truth is now gone, but born is something greater. I see beauty, and never will I return.