Some years ago I had seen a video that showed the relative distances from the largest known phenomena of the universe to the smallest. It became a paradigm shift for me because of how much space and distance it showed that exists in the subatomic realm. Despite our inability to physically see it, the inner space of our presumed forms is vast, and rife with potential. I couldn’t find the video I saw, but here is one that is similar:
It is easier for the imagination to amplify its senses out into the galactic realm, mostly because it is observable, and seems to enlarge with every step. But when we imagine into our forms, we think in terms of reaching the smallest spaces of ourselves, and that limitation is because of our point of perspective. Is it possible to reach within, and experience that vast, mostly unoccupied space that’s hidden within a form, commonly understood as being a subatomic space?
Lately, I’ve been taking walks into my subatomic self, as a sort of meditative daydream. It has been an interesting exercise because I am doing my best to keep this out of my mind’s influence. I don’t want to think my way through the walk or to think about what I will find. I just want to take the walk, and have that experience. I have discovered that parts of my body have specific climates (perhaps like the damp or fiery descriptions found in Chinese medicine), have inhabitants (with voices and emotions), are notably loud or silent (no digestive jokes, please), are clearly of the Earth or are galactic and in a few cases, are like a vortex that leads me someplace that I can’t even relate to being of my own body at all. My walks are to explore the potentials residing in my form.
This started because I have reactivated a chronic foot issue that leaves me impaired and lame for weeks while it heals. It’s an old story in my life, an old pattern in my body. I’ve tended this in a million other ways; every time it presents I regard it with something different. So this time, with total acquiescence, I decided to go subatomic and see if there’s a Choose Your Own Adventure here that could lead to some new endings.
Making choices in this inner space story isn’t what I thought it would be. It isn’t about how the story branches into a plethora of endings. Despite my expectations (i.e. my mind’s way of doing things) there is nothing linear about this. It is all about going multidimensional, seeing how the story exists through many layers, feeling it out as you go. Molecules may be too personal a structure for seeing the story objectively, so start with the atoms. Does the cast of characters lie in the atom? Is there a separate backstory with each electron or various quark? Is the plot driven by bosons? Each of these things is in a world of its own, yet they all add up to tell a tale that becomes the world I live in, to be the story that is told through me. Every littlest bit adds depth, fleshes out the story.
As far as my foot goes, it starts with pebbles in my feet….it starts with forgetting to separate myself from the earth I walked upon….it starts with remembering I used to be pieces of the earth….it starts with “In the beginning……”
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