cosmic consciousness and limitation as creative container

We are all of one consciousness, one wave, one beat, that ripples out/fractals out into smaller slices of surface consciousness. Within each of us we have access to the connected whole. Since the dawn of time people have been finding different portals and connections to this collective well within each of us. We find doorways to this well by attuning to and coregulating with nature and other earth entities outside of ourselves. The well goes by many names: source, internal planes of light, god, the universe, cosmic consciousness, divinity. It is the piece of ourselves that we recognize as greater than human. That belonged to us, and we belonged to it, in the long space before embodiment. A greater sense of nurturance or connectedness that is felt as the self larger than the self. Moments spent in awareness of this connection feel like ecstacy, orgasm, and death. A momentary forgetting of the earthbound trauma, or overwhelmingly minimizing it.

So what might be the purpose of this larger pool of consciousness sending droplets of itself into bodies. The purpose is to grow, learn, evolve, and connect thru the material of earth realm. Thru the separation and individuation of experiences within this life context, we learn different facets of consciousness and creation. A cosmic pancake spreading and morphing, separate from time. Time is not a pathway we are on but rather a dimension of measurement of change and space.

When i relate to time in this way it becomes not a measurement i battle but a place i dwell. So finding peace with time becomes less about a hierarchy of measurement and less even about forward and backward. Finding peace within time comes from finding coherence of orientation to myself within my contexts or various environments. Our experience of time is unique to embodied individuals with mental consciousness. It is how the body experiences the present and secondly how the mind interprets that experience that determines our relationship to time.

Limitation and restriction is one of the great friends of creativity. It is a strange physics of creation that more can be born of less. Specificity breeds wonder. For example, if one is plopped into a void with access to anything and everything the paradox of choices overwhelms and creativity limpins. But when we are given a limited prompt -like to make something with only a pencil, tape, and paper having to do with trees - our creativity flutters. So much fluidity and newness can flourish within a strong container.

Our individual incarnations are in a way different creative experiments born of different sets of circumstances and restrictions. What are our bodies but tiny vessels for booming creativity. Beholding this with awe helps me to shift my relationship to limits from one of scarcity to one of opportunity. Sometimes limits are a challenge to overcome and sometimes a signpost to try a different way. We all come with tools and body wisdom to help us sort thru which. And we find sacred mirrors in each other to help us reveal our processes and journeys along the way. What is the shape of your creative container? What are the loving walls of your vessel that you mistook for bars?

a practice - identify 3 limits you feel burdened with in this lifetime.  what creative opportunities or benefits are associated with those limits? what have these limits taught you about yourself or your journey? what have you been led to in the process of experiencing or responding to those limits?

[image of in progress painting Quantum Egg Takes A Linear Trip by lou fuzzy 2021]