Constructing and Filling Eternity—The Carpenter’s Greatest Gift

Discoveries vs. Funny Energy

 

There may be some who will think that the subjects of this blog—the transcendent Carpenter, the transcendent Fisherman, and the transcendent Gardener—are metaphorical representations I employ to make sense of our earthly reality.  They may conjecture that the otherworldly elements I reference, and the fantastic accounts of the Carpenter, the Fisherman, and the Gardener I describe, are figments of a hyperactive imagination.  They would be wrong.

 

Many of the scientific descriptions and assertions in this blog have been confirmed, or are being established, by the scientific community.

 

Nonetheless, it’s understandable if this blog is unintelligible to some or preposterous to others.  Through the years, up to the modern era, even the scientific community has been reluctant to believe their scientific equations, going so far as to “fudge” their computations to ease their incredulity and satisfy their idea of reality.

 

Einstein’s “fudge” or “funny energy” adjustment to his E = mc² requires far more faith than believing in an expanding universe.  Yet, because an expanding universe means the cosmos had a beginning, he couldn’t reconcile the math.  Einstein chose to not only reject his calculations, but to outright change them.

 

It was this same obstinate behavior that caused science to ridicule my high school theories on invisibility, nothingness, and eternity, to name a few.  I admit that it was hurtful to me that science would reject my theories and beliefs without even bothering to look deeper into their substance.  But I refused to allow certain members of the science community to dissuade my research, although the resistance increased after I graduated high school and entered the adult world.

 

Through the years, the solace of seeing modern science confess and reference the actuality of many of my conclusions and discoveries has brought me immense satisfaction.

 

Breeze of Eternity

 

When I was five years old, I first experienced eternity.

 

I was on a school playground chasing Suzy Kollwitz (made up name to protect the innocent).  Suzy was beautiful to me, in ways I couldn’t possibly understand, and yet all my little boy mind could think about was how to get close to her.  On this particular day, my childish inquisitiveness was getting the best of me and I was trying to look up Suzy’s dress.

 

Just at the moment when I was about to satisfy my curiosity, I felt the earth stop.  All time came to a standstill, and the playground faded away into nothingness. Only the brightness of the sun, the gentle air, and the fundamental elements of the earth remained.  Subsequently, I witnessed a brighter light descend from Heaven.

 

It was then that I perceived a Higher Consciousness, much greater than anything I had ever felt.

 

In the Higher Consciousness, I felt the breeze of eternity.  It scared my young fragile mind.

 

Like my innocent mind was at the time, the Higher Consciousness was eternal, but childlike.  Its innocent quality made me feel safe and secure.

 

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

 

Incomprehensible Thoughts of Endlessness

 

 

The definitive objective of the earthly carpenter is to attain perfection in his craftsmanship.

 

In contrast, it’s at the apex of perfection where the transcendent Carpenter begins His work.

 

From the first instance of touch and measurement, the wood is wrought, fashioned, and—if need be—bent and curved to the will of a Master who refuses to yield His brilliance to anything less than infinite ascendency.  Such absolute dominance is unapproachable on the earth; the Carpenter is unequaled in His courage and daring.  Willing to lose everything heavenly, even risk His immortality to construct the fullness of His consciousness and vision, the Carpenter measured the vastness of the space fabric and, long ago, crafted His mighty creation: eternity.

 

The creation of eternity is a greatness reserved to Divinity.  Essentially, the foundation of eternity is the origin of all things, and where the hidden mysteries of creation are kept—even its own.  Further than eternity’s immense vastness, sheltered by a colossal northern void, the Carpenter cut into the celestial wood and built a secret place to plan the deep, incomprehensible thoughts of endlessness.

 

Loneliness

 

Like a surgeon, the Carpenter cut the wood at the unblemished grain and constructed the magnificent dimension of eternity.  In the ferocious manifestation, there was no beginning and no end.  Fashioned by the astounding vacuity of emptiness, a dreadful loneliness endured. Thereafter, a horrible pain was felt.

 

Dormant inside the immeasurable emptiness of the northern void, the terrible loneliness pricked the heart of God.

 

Across the span of eternity, the Carpenter searched for the materials to ease the pain and suffering of loneliness.

 

Somehow, He had to fill the dark, lonely void.

 

With tools that flourish beyond the cosmos, the Carpenter dared to envision and build a structure to hold the emptiness and pain, not allowing it to escape.

 

There in the dark cosmos, the Carpenter filled the nothingness of eternity with His greatest gift, and the dreadful loneliness was no more.

 

The Carpenter filled eternity with love.

 

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Eden’s Poet—Arimathea’s Timeless Earthly Poetries

Return to Eden

 

The Gardner speaks words of the celestial Writer.

 

Moved to carnal death by ancient emotions and ground to a fine, insignificant earthly dust by His humility, the spirit of the Gardener speaks with profound poetic elegance to the soil, the laceleaf, and the cherry bud.  In the absolute vacuum within Arimathea’s event horizon, the Gardener plunges His hands into the rich soil and prepares the earth with words too unlimited and awesome to articulate.

 

I feel inadequate by the Gardener’s brilliance and yearning.

 

Dormant and protected by the soil of the garden, I am stirred to the pith and singularity of my emotions by such beautiful verses and libretti.  Every day I beg for the hands of the Gardener to stir my earth and dirt and return to me the incarnation of my excellence.

I so much want to believe that life is eternal.

 

That despite its cold and hardness, death will never extinguish the magnificence that I feel when the Gardener touches my soul and crushes me to a fine dust.  At the highest point of consciousness and awareness, only eternity can hold the glorious splendor of life sheltered by Arimathea’s event horizon.

 

In the Garden of the Resurrection, I hope to recover the love I’ve lost and see my Father and Mother again.

 

In the late night, I call out to the blessed muse to comfort me as the Gardener quickens the parts of my frozen nucleus and makes my life new.  In my higher consciousness, I never forget how wonderful the breath is.  As I approach the singularity of my highest consciousness, I never let go of the goodness of virtue and innocence.

 

Humbled by the Gardener’s affection, I believe in mercy until the sunrise.

 

In the mighty Tetragrammaton of the Gardener, a forgiving declaration breathes its life across Arimathea, and into eternity the Savior is resurrected from a cold exodus.

 

The Resurrection is a return to Eden.  Buried in Eden’s sacred ground, the Tree of Life dwells.  By eating the perfect food of The Tree of Life, death and sickness will be no more.

 

Duality Paradox

 

Arimathea is a young garden on the northern side of my home’s property line.  I began planting on its fallow ground about eighteen years ago.  Before I planted the Japanese Maple that fronts the garden, I had never planted a living thing.  My dad had died a few years prior, and I was still feeling the pain of losing such a great man.  His spirit—he was a proficient gardener—inspired me to plant a garden, so I found myself at the local landscaping business surveying the trees.  Not sure what I was looking for, I knew when I first laid eyes on the Maple that it was everything I could’ve ever wanted to be my first planting.

 

Most people probably would’ve started much smaller, but I was moved by Dad’s memory and bought the tree.

 

The comprehensive process of preparing the ground for the planting of the tree took me longer than I had planned, and before I knew it, it was getting dark.

 

“What should I do, Dad?” I pleaded into the night.  “What should I do?  Wait until tomorrow morning to plant your tree?”

 

The answer came instantly.

“Don’t wait.  Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.  Take action now.”

 

Visions of my father inundated my mind.  A man of action, Dad never put off actions he could take on today.

 

With a burst of newfound energy, I ran and jumped into my car and drove it to the front of the garden.  Using the car’s lights, I continued my work.  Three hours later, with the approach of the midnight hour, the Maple was properly planted into the ground that it still occupies today.

 

It didn’t look like much, standing alone in the night.  But even in the darkness, without need of light, I could sense Dad’s spirit coursing through the laceleaf.

 

The Acer palmatum is, and always will be, the center of the Arimathea Garden.

 

Years have passed, but the garden is still young and vibrant.  With each passing day, the garden becomes younger, harboring and protecting the treasured memories of my life.  Within the Arimathea Garden exists the event horizon wherein rests the singularity of my consciousness.

 

It is my everything.

 

In the cool night, within Arimathea’s peace and tranquility, I seek the rhyme and reason of life’s seasons.  I war against the evil of this existence and wage combat to save and protect the innocence of Life.

 

My muses are not the loud and boisterous in this world’s chaos.  There, within Arimathea’s gentle soil and quiet air, my higher-consciousness fuses with the duality paradoxand catches the metaphysical (spiritual) wave lengths.

 

In my heart, the muse within the blossom and the leaf arouses my understanding and inflames my soul. I speak with the poetic eloquence of my old essence.  And in the romantic emancipation of my soul, I am reborn into a better creation.

 

Remember me in Paradise, Protector of Elysium.  My zealous wish is that the virtuousness I first felt in Your Higher Consciousness of Love infuses my root and branch and enlivens me.

 

If you remember me into the night, speaking words of Life and Truth, I know I will exist in the good rich soil of Eden, Arimathea, and Heaven forever.

 

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Arimathea Garden

After an extremely harsh and long winter, the Japanese Weeping Cherry has finally awakened and fully blossomed.  The Arimathea Garden is entranced by its beauty.

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Quantum Wave Function—The Odyssey of the Fisherman Dreamer

Faith

 

The Fisherman is an unearthly dreamer.  Hoping on a prayer to find the misplaced, He is relentless in recovering the lost.

 

Beneath the clear blue sky, searching the watercourse for the secret hiding places of the soul, a masterwork of cunning and ingenuity triggers the weight of the line to skip across the watery surface.  With captivating substance, the Fisherman’s cast of faith opens portals into the heavenly wealth, energizing the rudiments of the universe to come together, willingly, to feed the hungry spirit.  Fusing brilliance and vision, the Fisherman’s force and might commands the earth’s nourishment to materialize onto His hook.

 

Caught between a wish and plea, it is only by faith that the line and hook compel such a handsome reward.

 

Faith is a hard thing to fathom.

 

It is written that only a small amount of faith can remove a mountain and cast it into the sea.  Science has not fully investigated such an incredible declaration, struggling with the knowledge that it takes earthquakes eons to form the elevations and highlands. To comprehend the subtraction of a mountain with such a small amount of substance does not seem possible.  Most of the mountain ranges came to be through orogenesis, the major thrusting and folding of the earth’s crust, including major seismic events.  After the violence of an earthquake—an occurrence that unleashes the force of the earth’s entire core—the mountains are barely moved.

 

The release of nuclear ferocity, through the reactions of subatomic elements, is new to our science.  Yet, the splitting or fusing of atomic nuclei does not release the energy essential to the Fisherman.

 

By faith, the Fisherman casts a line across the wave function, connecting with invisible workings and unlimited power sources.  In the line and hook, enormous energy is unleashed across the water, and in the wake of faith’s potency and sovereignty, even the wave function is compelled to obey its explicit demand.  It is through faith that the Fisherman shakes the wave function at the core of its quantum system and, with the inspiration of His degrees of freedom, choses to produce the reality of the fish.

 

The transcendent Fisherman seeks from the water, what the transcendent Carpenter seeks from the tree and the wood, and what the transcendent Gardener seeks from the soil and the seed—the substance of things hoped, the evidence of things not yet seen.

 

Science has wrestled with the likelihood of pain and suffering within the fish’s brain. Assuredly, the fish is part of the consciousness of the universe.  However, caught on a hook and wriggling, the fish is impervious to pain.  Not because it doesn’t have a highly developed neocortex, or enough nociceptors to record the pain, but because it has entered this realm via the wave function and materialized on the hook by choice.

 

Within the wave function’s degrees of freedom, there is the choice between sustenance or starvation, between life or death.  Reaching the pinnacle of transcendence, the emotions of immensity within the Fisherman spark a life of more abundance.  Harnessing the faith of the Conscious Observer—a conception science is reluctant to accept because of its finite characterization—the Fisherman creates the power and nourishment to feed the whole world.

 

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In My Father’s House—The Mansion of My Eternity

Cornerstone

 

The transcendent Carpenter is a master craftsman, possessed of a humble core.  With hands unparalleled, He dares to build things not built by flesh and blood. Irrespective of earthly material, the Carpenter’s unspoiled quest, in pursuit of perfection, declares the construction and reconstruction of temples. Willing to risk everything to build heavenly mansions in Paradise, His artistic creation is a joyous revelation of love and family.  By His humble spirit, in the perception of the most basic human need, the Carpenter made a promise to His family.

 

A promise of shelter from cold, thirst, and hunger.

 

With methodical care, the Carpenter measures out the dimension of love.  Before a piece of wood is cut, before a nail is pounded, the Carpenter’s tools ensure that the precise height and width of hallowed emotions fasten the foundation of His family’s home to the strong ground.  Zealous in the groundwork to build a home capable of existing beyond eternity, the Carpenter carefully cuts the cornerstone to the divine perfection of omnipotence.

 

Nothing is more important than the true and level anchor of the home into the bedrock.  Exactly placing block upon block, through precept upon precept, thereafter He lays the filling and grout of immaculateness.  Each layer of the foundation is judiciously marked and set, strong enough to escape the terror of destruction against the mighty storm.

 

The Resurrection

 

With heart and simplicity, the Carpenter creates the strength of the home through the keystone, reinforcing the substance of the footing to the absolute strength of Heaven.  By His preparation, the home will forever be able to sustain, nurture, and protect the divinest of the family: the child.

 

With the child, happiness, joy and peace that only a Deity can conceive enters and dwells in the home.  From this innocent beginning, the Carpenter constructs a home through the visions of His soul.  Unable to contain the lowly spirit of the Carpenter’s pure heart, Heaven proclaims the wondrous works of His hands across the galactic splendor.  Past the nebulas of the northern sky, since the beginning, the Carpenter has been preparing a place for His family.  A place that the eye has never seen, nor the mind has ever imagined, neither has entered the heart of humanity.

 

The Carpenter’s home is the dwelling place of His family.  A safe refuge from the cold of the world, His home is a place of love and happiness.  The imposing stature, and impressive workmanship of His mansion, only becomes His family’s home when love resides in its heights and breadths.  Within the mansion built by the Carpenter, a love lives that can never fade away, or die. A love unconquerable, invincible.

 

Love is the cornerstone wherein all life resides, and death will never enter the gates of the Carpenter’s home.

 

I am convinced that the perfection of the Carpenter has constructed a home to stand the test of time.  And in the glorious day of the Resurrection, by the mathematics of the tetrahedron, I will live in a mansion constructed by His hands.

 

Forever.

 

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Time Machine Into Love

If I had a time machine, I’d return to the moment I first felt The Higher Consciousness of Love…

 

…and stay there

 

 

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Gardener—A Fountain of Gardens, A Well of Living Waters, and The Tree of Life

Cool of The Day

 

Emptied of all earthly significance, yet rich in deific infinite substance, the Gardener touches the soil at the zenith of His emotional ascendency.

 

All existence comes to an absolute stop.

 

Far beyond the Quantum of Time, far beyond the inception of Planck Time, the Gardener creates life with the innocence of a child.

 

Walking in the garden in the cool of the day, the Gardener judiciously chooses only the best soil to plant the seed of life.  Likewise, the seed is germinated through painstaking study and work.

 

In the cool of the day I await to feel the peace that surpasses all understanding.  The peace walks through the garden in the form of a still, small voice.  In the tranquility of an extraordinary peace, I hope to feel the hands of the Gardener reach into my soil and tend to my roots and branches.  I may be imperfect, but the pruning away of my inadequacies leads me to a higher consciousness.

 

After generations of trimming and reducing the damaged and ruined branches, and removing the insolvent soil, I am left like a refined treasure, full of iridescent luster and unquantifiable beauty.

 

Life-giver of Arcadia

 

And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

—Matthew 3:10  KJV

 

All possibilities are contemplated, all potential is requisite in the garden of the Gardener.

 

The measurement of every tree in the garden is equated to the perfection of the Tree of Life.  Any tree that does not measure up to the standard of the Tree of Life is destroyed at the root and its remains are burned away, never to be remembered.

 

It is not cruelty that compels the Gardener to such an absolute, unparalleled ambition toward perfection.  Adequately, it is the objective of the surgeon cutting a cancerous tumor away from a healthy body.  For if the Gardener is lax in His obligatory duties, then the tree will be consumed with disease and malady.  Eventually the tree will become sickly and ultimately die.  Moreover, the sickness of one tree will spread to infect the entire garden.

 

Likewise, it is in the soil where life originates from.  When the Gardener cuts and pulls out the invading weeds, it is not vindictiveness or malice that moves Him.  Love is his motivation.  The Gardener’s love for His trees drives Him to rip out the weeds that threaten to murder and destroy His precious plantings.

 

The Gardener is a Life-giver.

 

The Gardener is Love.

 

My journey does not end in Eden, Shangri-La, or Heaven.  These destinations are important, but without the Gardener to bring life, their glory will have no meaning.

 

Without the perfect vigilance of the Gardener, there is no hope for eternity, no chance for Life to endure beyond the threshold of death.

 

Through the Gardener’s perfect work and labor, a fountain of gardens will be cultivated, and from out of the abundance and fertility within His pure orchards, a well of living waters will pour out.

 

Life must prevail.

 

In the end, it is all that matters.

 

In the midst of the magnificent spectacle of life, the Tree of Life will exist forever.

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