Over my years as a writer, every now and then I found myself consumed by the urge to take dictation from a voice in my head that did not sound like me. The cadence, language and tone was not my normal wry humor mixed with splashy adjectives and high strung verbs. Instead, the voice would come across in my inner ear sounding a lot like a humorless professor in semi-poetic lecture mode. But I took notes, because the content was inevitably fascinating and oddly insightful material on the nature of consciousness and reality.
The last time I tuned into Channel Cosmic Professor was in the months before 9-11 and my mother’s sudden death, in which the voice (self-identified as The Teacher) spoke an hour a day for three months on the nature of Creation and Choice (a handwritten manuscript that I will likely take to the grave). And perhaps to really get my attention, the day before my mother was killed The Teacher said (and I wrote): “Someone close to you is about to die suddenly.” When I probed for details, the voice was annoyingly cryptic: “Some things are not meant to be known.” The next day my mother died under the wheels of a Ford 250 pick up truck.
Ever since the awakening that turned my identity inside out, my inner landscape has been silent and hugely present. There is little noise, other than stray thoughts about food, comfort and sleep (boy am I tired or hungry, or this chair is too hard). When the silence of true nature comes to the foreground, any high verbiage thought sounds like a megaphone blast. Imagine the sonic boom then, of hearing the Cosmic Professor in my head again all of the sudden. Class in session. Please take notes.
So, in the name of sharing this odd journey of my awakening to true nature, here is what the Cosmic Professor had to say. It might speak to you, or it might sound like new age drivel. But I just took notes, so if you have a complaint, take it to the dean.
The Power of Totality
What you receive is what you are. You are that which both gives and takes. When this totality is realized, there is no struggle to get. For how can you get that which is yours to give all along?
You imagine yourself a part of the whole. But I tell you, you are the whole. There is no other. As the whole, no parts are missing. You cannot add to your totality, nor can it ever be diminished.
What power then have you? The power to create within that totality, new patterns. The power to re-constellate that which is here, into ever more beautiful arrangements.
The totality you are is a flower garden from which you may create unique blossoming bouquets. The wholeness is water that crystalizes an original snowflake every time.
You are that originality, whole yet separate in form. You contain the infinite within your finite expression. There is nothing you do not have at your disposal as cosmic artists rendering the face of God in one-of-a-kind manifestations.
To misunderstand your totality is to lose the power invested in you, by you. Remember that which you are and from there, paint the sky with your heart.
Awareness is here, (the professor too)