Pages 355-360 from the book Going Deeper
Zeus said. “Let’s dive into the deep end one last time before we leave the energy of Joshua Tree. You recall the Love, Wisdom, and Power triangle? What do you suppose these three cosmic principles really are?” “From what I remember, Love is mastered in the fourth density; Wisdom, which balances Love, is gathered in the fifth; and Power, which unifies Love and Wisdom, is attained in the sixth.” “And the beat goes on,” Zeus said. “What do you mean by that?” Larry demanded.
“You speak as if answering a test question—carefully defining the surface. What you’re looking for lies deeper. Remember the Voice’s advice to think with your heart and love with your mind. You might want to give the Voice’s meditations on the three sides of the Great Triangle a try—especially if you expect to get the meaning behind the words I am about to use.” “Calling Love, Wisdom, and Power ‘principles’ is misleading, because it suggests that one can grasp the essence of this Great Cosmic Triangle with the intellect. They are not theoretical concepts. Each is an aspect of the All That Is—three interlocking pieces of a puzzle that combine to form the unity of the Infinite One. Love is Infinite Consciousness, Wisdom is Infinite Intelligence, and Power is the innate ability to Create. “Earlier I used the illustration of waves on the surface of a pond forming interference patterns.”
“Yes, I remember that,” Larry said. “Now, imagine the water as an omnidirectional plasma—like a cosmic, multidimensional game board—where these three interact. How do you suppose the logos manifests galaxies? Through intentional design. It manipulates the wave patterns of Love, Wisdom, and Power in the potential flux of hyperspace to create precise interference patterns. When these are frozen in the illusion of space and time, presto! Cosmic arrays of apparent realities, in all their multifarious expressions, take their appointed places in the Grand Experiment!”
“I think I’m getting the idea,” Larry said, “though I can’t begin to imagine the level of intelligence required to hold it all together.” “There’s no way you can, so don’t even try,” Zeus said. “It’ll help, though, if you substitute ‘Awareness’ for ‘intelligence.’ This Love-Wisdom-Power model of Creation opens up a whole new understanding of the nature of the cosmos. Space is not, as your scientists once believed, a vacuum.
It is living, throbbing, holographic Consciousness. That’s why information is instantly and universally available. That’s why there are solar winds and heliospheres. That’s what makes ESP and channeling possible. That’s what our host in the rocks meant by saying every single interaction throughout all Creation has a direct effect on you.” Noting Larry’s silence, Zeus continued, “Why do I get the distinct impression you’re not following me here? Let me take another approach. Until your scientists grasp the significance of Consciousness, they are better off accepting the electric model of cosmos suggested by the plasma physicists. It’s a more elegant platform from which to explain cosmic curiosities such as recurring spiral structuring, galactic magnetic fields, and the dynamic movement of galaxies.”
“I don’t get it,” Larry interjected, “what’s all this got to do with lightning?” “I digress not, little chickadee. You just hang in there. We’re about to discuss lightning as an effect of cosmic orgasm. It’ll just be gift wrapping if you haven’t grasped how the Universe operates. Stay with me, now.”
“Okay, sorry.” “So hold onto your image of a charged electrical plasmic Universe made up of Consciousness, Infinite Intelligence, and the Power of Intention. Instead of thinking of stars as gigantic thermonuclear engines, try them on as electrodes in a galactic glow discharge—great concentrated balls of lightning. What looks like activity—sunspots and solar flares and the like—is essentially determined by their electrical environment, which can change suddenly. Every star is actively communicating with its galaxy’s central sun and with other parts of the cosmos. They’re not atomic furnaces; they’re great beings, the sublogoi of Creation. “This brings us to the object of your insatiable curiosity—the nature of lightning. Lightning is really a dense stream of luminous plasma manifested as a powerful electric discharge. When you see a great jagged burst of electricity explode from the sky, where does the electric charge really come from? What I said the other day—that it comes from static electricity built up in storm clouds—was pretty simplistic. But given your understanding at the time, it was the best I could do. Besides, it made for a helluva story!”
“Thanks. And now you’re going to tell me the tooth fairy doesn’t exist?” “No way, José. I no spoil ‘joo foone para toda el Tequila een Tijuana. I gonna turn ‘joo fairy into some pretty hot, chili-pepper mamma. ‘Joo bet.” Larry chuckled as Zeus continued, abandoning his south-ofthe-border ccent. “Guess what? Your government has several low-light photos of the upper atmosphere that conclusively prove—since seeing is believing to the beltway boys—that while you are enjoying the lightning lightshow below the clouds, there’s a simultaneous above-the-clouds plasmic discharge that reaches up to seventy kilometers above the planet’s surface. Now, what tree lives high enough to create the necessary positive ionic charge, do you suppose?”
“The Tree of Life?” Larry quipped. “Cute. And not so far removed from what’s actually happening, I might add. Toss out the belief that lightning is created in the clouds. It simply ain’t so. Clouds are merely a convenient pathway for electricity originating in space to descend to Earth. Keep in mind that your planet, together with its solar system and galaxy, is speeding through the vast, dynamic electrical plasmic medium of the Great Cosmic Triangle.” “Talk about the potential for a sparking good time!” Larry said. “There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight,” Zeus quipped to the tune of the old refrain. “It means that the Sun and Mrs. O’Leary’s cow may not be the only source of Earth’s thermal and electrical stimulation. If your planet freely exchanges its energetic favors with every good-looking hunk of cosmic plasma it encounters, can you imagine how that might affect weather patterns?
As I said, your scientists actually have photographs showing the illicit discharge between the ionosphere and the center of a hurricane. Scandalous!” “But everyone knows weather comes from the sun,” Larry said. “As the sun heats up the oceans they get warmer and stir up the air above them. This creates wind, which in turn creates weather.” “Then tell me, little hummingbird, how come there is weather on the sun? Who heats her buns? Besides, last time I checked her out, I didn’t find too may oceans—or cows for that matter. While you’re at it, perhaps you’ll explain how come Neptune, one of the more distant planets from the sun, has the most violent winds in the entire solar system.
And how do your little theories explain away the huge dust devils and planet-wide dust storms peppering Mars? Exactly why do your astronomers observe spokes in Saturn’s rings or St. Elmo’s fire dancing over the tops of Venusian mountain ranges? “No, my little mosquito, these are not caused by the sun. They’re merely part of the outward pyrotechnic display caused by interesting interference patterns. It’s the clash of planes in a great cosmic joke.” “Pretty soon,” Larry said, “you’ll soon be calling me your little molecule! Why are you stressing all this weather stuff?” “Ah, so!” Zeus replied. “Since we are about to leave the energetic hospitality of Joshua Tree, perhaps it’s time for us to join together alpha and omega to make a complete sacred circle—not unlike the one we encountered soon after we got here.
Let’s go back a few days. Why did you leave work early last Friday and make tracks towards Phoenix?” “My despondency over the terrorist attacks last Tuesday,” Larry answered. “And do you not see the connection between what I have been telling you and 9/11?” Zeus asked. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” “Then allow me to fill in the gaps. If we live in an electric Universe, and if the sun and all the planets are significantly affected by plasmic interference patterns, how do you suppose they affect all other life forms, which are also electric in nature?” “I’m not sure I get the question,” Larry said. “Fair enough,” Zeus said. “Do you grasp the idea that the sun is not a burning ball floating in empty space, but the visible manifestation of an energy nexus—or a major confluence of interference patterns, as your scientists might say—in the electrical plasmic ethers?”
“Yes, I’ve got a picture in my mind—a Universe made up of a multidimensional, plasmic electrical field that manifests all the created objects in space, such as planets, stars, comets, and galaxies,” Larry answered. “Good,” Zeus said. “Then what does that make you?” “Oh, my God!” Larry exclaimed. “Me too?” “Every one of us,” Zeus said. “Every rock, every tree, every bird, fish, and drop of dew. Every entity that ever lived in any of the infinite subsets of the many densities. What are these, if not the products of interference patterns in the same plasma field, albeit on a smaller scale? You’re not very different from your sun—a projected electrode of Consciousness linked to the Infinite Hologram by the silver thread of Love. . . .
My, how poetic,” he mused. “Even if it doesn’t quite say it all, it sure sounds pretty. You think I’m ready to publish?” “Oh, cut it out,” Larry replied. “This stuff is tough enough without you making light of it.” “Why thank you, Larry, what a kind thing to say. To think I’ve created Light—which, in a sense, is exactly what I’m talking about. “How you choose to see yourself is little more than a function of the position you choose along your continuum of existence, defined by the I’s of infinity. You can look out into the heavens from here on Earth and explore the Unknowable Mysteries, or you can turn the telescope around and view Creation from the point of view of All That Is, who’s exploring life behind the Veil through you. Either way, you discover that a part of yourself has been projected from the larger You into this remarkable dualistic illusion. How can any biochemical/electric entity—whether it be the sun or an ant—move through the electrical field of plasmic Consciousness without interacting with it?”