Parallel One is the review of the most transformative thoughts, experiences and feelings, several years of living summed up in the personal three-dimensional memorabilia.
An intimately important reminder of the universal truthfulness of the insight that a man is his own light — Buddha's last words addressed to his disciples from his deathbed, but also a reminder of the mutual permeation of all beings and of all that exists in the universe.
As we inhale and exhale the same molecules of air for millennia — thus also we share the experiences of all those who were and of all those who will be in an endless recycling.
The Couple, Room with the View, and Parallel One point to the number two, the number of a pair and duality. The principle of polarity is a principle of the universe, but only at one level — what appear to be opposites are actually two extremes of the same phenomena.
The Couple — the woman and her shadow are a pair of opposites within the same being — she walks stepping on her own shadow — light and shadow are two poles of the same world.
Of the two Moons in the Room with the View, the one in the sky and the one in the reflection, both are perhaps illusions, while reality conceals a third Moon.
Or the fourth or fifth, or tenth, or thousandth; the observer externally observes the observer from the inside, and as we observe him, we are being observed by the observer who is observed by the observer, and so every following observer sees more and thus what is a view towards inside for the preceding observer, is a view from the outside for the succeeding one. The source is always further than the seen, for a step, two, three, ten, a thousand.
Room with the View has the Moon and star constellations drawn on its roof. This Moon is the circular opening through which the view into the interior of the room is enabled. The small figure lies on the floor facing the ceiling.
The light of stars, and the depth of the sky, are a state of mind — freedom is a state of mind even when a physical space is a prison without doors-exits, like in this Room with the View, and when the Moon is just an aperture in the ceiling through which light, and perhaps someone's gaze from the outside enters. The gaze from the outside, through the aperture/Moon, reveals the Moon inside.
That Moon from the inside is the light, but it is also the eye that watches. From the inside, the Moon is the light as the ceiling aperture is doubled in the reflection of the prison floor that hides the mirror, transforming the prison, along with the stars — ceiling perforations, into a celestial temple.
The Moon is the eye of that one and the same observer because the observer looks at their own eye in the mirror. Perhaps the observer will notice their own eye, and perhaps not, because all of their attention would be taken away by the figure or by the space of the room, yet the eye is here to see itself.
In the physical lens of that same eye is also the reflection, as well as in the reflection of that reflection.
A prison or a temple, an aperture or a Moon, a Moon or an eye, an eye or a reflection of an eye, inside or outside, an illusion or reality, a finality or an infinity — only the viewpoint makes a difference.
A quote from my dream whose activity was unfolding indoors, without a visible exit: "It doesn't matter that there are no windows or doors, I'll float out through the ceiling." And then take-off, passing through the ceiling without resistance. And then elation, thanks to easily found liberation, despite such weak prospects. The thrill also lasts after waking up. The dream — one of those worth memorizing, the one that will always be on hand if needed, as a remedy against fear.
Parallel One — a female figure of wirely drawn contours that I placed within the edges of a cuboid drawn with wire — is shaping another female figure only reduced in size. The version reduced in size, she will place within the same kind of cuboid in which she herself is placed.
The figures exist in parallel — just as they are drawn, and as perhaps in a parallel reality, this scene multiplies infinitely.
In their recursion of space and form, Matryoshkas may give birth to one another endlessly, never to step out of their contours significantly.
Perhaps Parallel One has a transcendental role and spreads a message of breaking off the vicious circle of multiplying.
If there is a point in which "my life" moves in some other possible direction, no longer in parallel, drawing on entirely new forms, maybe this is the exactly that point?
Exciting is the thought of moving out of the drawings, the excitement is a potential plurality of the directions of movement, and even more exciting is the idea that we recreate ourselves in the way a sculpture is created, and that the same creative power is also valid for life. Or rather — it equals life.
The space drawing is woven and sewn by wire lines — from thicker ones, to wires as thin as thread.
Wire delineates the margins of the material cuboid space and simultaneously deletes them with the vortex of particles — by their moving through matter.
Fullness and void are just perceptual determinants.
Vortex is about that same creation that seeks self through new forms of thinking and experience, it is a vital energy that drives reality from an idea to its materialization. Vortex is awareness of outgrowing the contours of material givens of space and time, as the awareness of a reality of higher order. Awareness of the power of consciousness. Awareness of the universal potential of consciousness as an omnipresence, of its bonds and permeation with all of existing, as also the cause of all of the existence. Awareness as the existence itself.
Perhaps this is one of the universal principles of life itself as we know it; for example, the evolutionary development of animal adaptation is also preceded by, not quite the awareness or thought inherent to humanity, but by an aspiration/need to improve themselves in survival, and over time will the ultimate consequence of that need be actualized as a new bodily form and function.
Consciousness not only communicates with living beings and materializes their needs, it is their integral part, living beings themselves cause that same field of consciousness. If we continue further down the rabbit hole, non-living matter is also a product of that same consciousness, thus it is only conditionally speaking non-living. It is non-living only if the consciousness is not "alive", but if it is really not alive it would not create or recreate life.
The universe is awareness. Proactive.
Furthermore, quantum mechanics is on the same track, with our act of observation (consciousness) we are affecting the behavior of particles within a potential sea of possibilities.
We co-create the world already by being aware of the world, inasmuch as the world consequently responds with consciousness to our consciousness. What then is the outside world if not that same consciousness, that same one we call our/inner consciousness?
So then the interior-exterior-duality is an illusion/mimicry/deception? Whose deception? Deception of that same consciousness. In order to express itself, to experience the richness of the forms of existence, consciousness must be materialized. In order to make the diversity of materialization convincing to the materialized forms of existence, consciousness must create an illusion of separation, deceiving itself or rather the material aspects of its own self.
Is it possible that I am the fruit of a self-fertilising consciousness? That I am that same self-fertilising consciousness as everyone else and everything else, means I created my own self as well as everything else?
Unravels a tangle ball. At least it seems that way while holding it in hand. But the hand and the ball are intertwined. Where does one start and the other ends?
That same Thread that we unravel is exactly the one with which we unravel, the same one that makes us and whose we are the very substance. To untangle and to unravel the tangle of the world means to unravel oneself.
Noise is all around us, when we silence it, we hear somewhat of an inner life; of intuition, of dreams, of precognition, of imagination.
Vibration is the experience of a weightless elevation — did the consciousness (or the soul) indeed separate from the body or was it just my momentary state of the brain, I cannot know for sure, but the experience was very vivid and striking.
Such realities and a reality of synchronicity and of precognition dreams from which I learn about the nature of time on some other plane, I learn that it is not linear, and that it probably does not exist — wondering what space then is, wondering what it is all what we call reality, wondering what then is what we call ourselves.
With each new question, the expanded experience of the world, the collection of my own memorabilia/postcards from out of space and time, flows into something much larger and much less personal — aware, universal, infinite, one. The One with infinitely many expressions.
That Levels of existence are numerous I know — I touch some of them while gazing into myself. Is this dream my true nature?
Two
38,4 cm high
46,5 cm width
61,5 cm depth
Parallel One
37,5 cm high
45 cm width
32 cm depth
Vortex
36 cm high
31,5 cm width
21 cm depth
Thread
26,5 cm high
24 cm width
28,8 cm depth
Levels
110 cm high
94 cm width
92 cm depth
Waves
70 cm high
70 cm width
85 cm depth
Room with the View
70 cm high
32 cm width
32 cm depth
view from the inside
Vibration
17.5 cm high
19 cm width
18.8 cm depth
Paralelna
je suma je najtransformativnijih misli, iskustava i osjećaja, nekoliko godina življenja sabranih u osobnu trodimenzionalnu memorabiliju. Intimno važan podsjetnik na univerzalnu istinitost spoznaje da je čovjek sam svoje svjetlo — Buddhinih posljednjih riječi upućenih svojim učenicima sa samrtničke postelje, ali i podsjetnik na iskustvo međusobne prožetosti svih i svega u svemiru.
Kao što udišemo i izdišemo jedne te iste molekule zraka tisućljećima, tako i u beskonačnim recikliranjima dijelimo iskustva svih onih koji su bili i svih onih koji će biti.
Dvoje, Soba s pogledom i Paralelna, upućuju na broj dva, broj para i dualnosti. Načelo polariteta načelo je svemira, no tek na prvi pogled — ono što djeluje kao suprotnost, zapravo su dva ekstrema jedne te iste stvari.
Dvoje — žena i njena sjena, par suprotnosti su unutar istog bića — ona hoda koračajući po vlastitoj sjeni — svjetlost i tama dva su pola istog svijeta.
Od dva pogleda u Sobi s pogledom, onog izvana i onog iznutra, možda su oba iluzije, dok stvarnost krije neki treći pogled. Ili četvrti ili peti ili deseti ili tisućiti; promatrač izvana promatra promatrača iznutra, a dok ga promatramo, promatra nas promatrač kojeg promatra promatrač i tako svaki sljedeći promatrač vidi više i tako ono što je pogled prema unutra onom prethodnom promatraču, pogled je izvana onom sljedećem. Ishodište je uvijek dalje od viđenog, za korak, dva, tri, deset, tisuću.
Soba s pogledom na svom krovu ima ucrtane konstelacije zvijezda i Mjeseca. Taj je Mjesec kružni otvor kroz koji se gleda u unutrašnjost sobe. Mala figura leži na podu licem okrenuta prema stropu.
Svjetlost zvijezda i dubina neba stanje je duha — sloboda je stanje duha čak i kada je fizički prostor zatvor bez vrata-izlaza kao u ovoj sobi i kada je Mjesec samo rupa u stropu, kroz koju ulazi svjetlost i možda nečiji pogled izvana. Pogled izvana kroz otvor/Mjesec otkriva Mjesec iznutra. Taj Mjesec iznutra je i svjetlost i oko koje gleda. Mjesec je svjetlost iznutra jer otvor je udvostručen u odrazu podnice zatvora koja krije ogledalo, pretvarajući zatvor, zajedno sa zvijezdama — rupicama u stropu, u hram beskraja nebeskog svoda. Mjesec je oko tog istog promatrača jer promatrač gleda vlastito oko u odrazu. Možda će ga uočiti, a možda i neće jer će mu svu pažnju odvući figura ili prostor sobe, no oko je tu da uoči samo sebe. U samoj fizičkoj leći tog istog oka je također odraz, kao i u odrazu tog odraza.
Zatvor ili hram, otvor ili Mjesec, Mjesec ili oko, oko ili odraz oka, iznutra ili izvana, iluzija ili stvarnost, konačnost ili beskonačnost — tek točka gledišta čini razliku.
Citat iz sna koji se odvija u zatvorenom prostoru, bez vidljivog izlaza: “Nema veze što nema ni prozora ni vrata, odlebdjet ću kroz strop”. Zatim uzlet prema stropu, prolaz kroz strop bez otpora. Potom ushićenje zbog lakoćom pronađene slobode, unatoč tako slabim izgledima. Ushićenje traje i nakon buđenja. San — jedan od onih vrijednih pamćenja, koji će uvijek biti pri ruci u slučaju da zatreba, kao lijek protiv straha svake vrste.
Paralelna — konturno žicom iscrtana ženska figura unutar ocrtanih rubova prostora, iscrtava istu takvu figuru žene, samo umanjenih dimenzija. Tu umanjenu verziju žene, smjestiti će u isti takav prostor u kakav je i sama smještena — kvadar, samo umanjenih dimenzija, koji je za manju figuru izradila. Paralelno, baš kao što su i one iscrtane i kao što se možda u paralelnoj stvarnosti ovaj prizor beskonačno umnožava, figure egzistiraju. Matrjoške tako mogu rađati u beskonačnost jedna drugu, a da nikad značajno ne iskorače iz svojih kontura.
Možda Paralelna ima ezoteričku ulogu i nosi poruku prekidanja začaranog kruga umnožavanja. Ako postoji točka u kojoj ono što zovem 'moj život' kreće dalje u nekom drugom mogućem smjeru, ne više paralelno, iscrtavajući sasvim nove oblike, možda je ovo upravo ta točka? Uzbudljiva je pomisao na to kretanje izvan crteža i potencijalnu množinu pravaca kretanja, a još je uzbudljivija ideja da sebe iznova stvaramo kao što se stvara skulptura i da ta ista kreativna moć vrijedi i za život, ili točnije — ona znači život.
Crtež je tkan i šivan linijama žice — od onih debljih do poput vlasi tankih.
Žica ocrtava granice materijalnog kubičnog prostora i briše ih istovremeno vrtlogom čestica — kretanjem kroz materiju. Punina i praznina samo su percepcijske odrednice.
Vrtlog je o onom istom stvaranju koje traži sebe kroz nove oblike mišljenja i doživljaja, vitalnost koja pokreće stvarnost od ideje do njene materijalizacije. Vrtlog je svijest o rastu preko kontura materijalnih zadanosti prostora i vremena, kao svijest o stvarnosti višega reda. Svijest o moći svijesti. Svijest o univerzalnom potencijalu svijesti kao sveprisutnosti, svijest o potencijalu svih njenih veza i prožetosti sa svime postojećim, kao i uzrokom svega postojećeg.
Svijest kao postojanje samo.
Možda je to jedan od univerzalnih principa samog života kakvog poznajemo; na primjer evolucijskom razvoju prilagodbi kod životinja također prethodi, ne baš svijest ili misao svojstvena čovjeku, ali određena vrsta težnje/potrebe i s vremenom će krajnja konsekvenca te potrebe biti prilagodba — novi tjelesni oblik i funkcija. Svijest/svijet ne samo da komunicira sa živim bićima i materijalizira njihove potrebe, ona jest njihov integralni dio, živa bića i sama čine tu istu svijest i obrnuto. Ako nastavimo dalje niz zečju rupu, i neživa materija je također produkt te iste svijesti, pa je samim time tek uvjetno rečeno neživa, tek ako je i svijest “neživa”, no da je uistinu neživa, ne bi stvarala ili sukreirala život.
Univerzum jest svijest. Proaktivna.
Još je kvantna mehanika dvadesetih godina dvadesetog stoljeća bila na istom tragu, svojom sviješću djelujemo na ponašanje čestica iz potencijalnog mora mogućnosti. Sukreiramo svijet već bivajući svjesni svijeta, jer svijet posljedično svjesnošću odgovara na našu svijest. Što je onda vanjski svijet ako ne ta ista svijest, ta ista koju zovemo našom/unutarnjom sviješću? Tako je onda unutra-izvana-dualnost iluzija/mimikrija/varka? Čija varka? Varka te iste svijesti. Da bi se izrazila, iskusila bogatstvo oblika postojanja, mora se materijalizirati, da bi raznolikost materijalizacija bila uvjerljiva materijaliziranim oblicima postojanja, svijest mora stvoriti iluziju odvojenosti, zavarati samu sebe, odnosno materijalne aspekte same sebe.
Da li je moguće da sam plod samooplođujuće svijesti? Da sam ta ista samooplođujuća svijest kao i svi ostali i sve ostalo, znači stvorila sam samu sebe kao i sve ostalo?
Raspliće klupko. Tako se barem čini jer drži ga u ruci. Ali ruka i klupko isprepleteni su. Gdje počinje jedno, a završava drugo?
Ta ista Nit kojoj tražimo početak i kraj, ta ista koju rasplićemo i kojom rasplićemo, ista je ta koja nas čini i čija smo sama supstanca. Razmrsiti i rasplesti klupko svijeta znači rasplesti sebe.
Buka je svuda oko nas, kada ju stišamo, čujemo nešto unutarnjeg života — intuicije, snova, prekognicije, imaginacije.
Vibracija je doživljaj bestežinskog uzdizanja — da li se svijest (ili duša) uistinu odvojila od tijela ili je to samo bilo trenutno stanje mog mozga, ne mogu znati sigurno, ali osjećaj je bio vrlo stvaran i snažan. Takva stvarnost, te stvarnost sinkroniciteta i prekognicijskih snova iz kojih učim o prirodi vremena s neke druge strane, da ono nije linearno, da vjerojatno niti ne postoji, pitajući se što je onda prostor, pitajući se što je uopće to što zovemo stvarnošću, pitajući se što je onda to što zovemo sobom. Sa svakim novim pitanjem, prošireni doživljaj svijeta, kolekcija vlastitih memorabilija/razglednica van prostora i vremena, utječe u nešto mnogo veće i mnogo manje osobno — svjesno, univerzalno, beskonačno, jedno. Jedno sa beskonačno mnogo izraza.
Da su Razine postojanja brojne znam jer zahvaćam neke gledajući u sebe — da li je taj san moja prava priroda?
