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A man can only attain knowledge with the help of those who possess it.
One must learn from him who knows.
Mo and Eli arrived as I stepped down the stairs from the loft. I wasn’t hungry, but as Mo began to cook breakfast on top of the blazing hot stove, I couldn’t resist. After learning about my shocking fall yesterday and the ensuing controversy regarding the state of my physical identity, I was in a surprisingly good mood this morning. Then, suddenly, our friendly morning repartee turned sombre as we later settled into our lounge area.
‘So, James,’ Mo said, ‘first order of business. Are you prepared to accept your scholarship to Summit U? We need an answer: yes or no!’
‘You mean to become a student again? Why would I? That’s hardly an option or a great career move, considering how I have a job to get back to. Besides, I already earned my doctorate, so this is the last thing I wish to do after a decade of studies without pay. Instead, perhaps I should be teaching you. Why not?’
‘And possibly you will,’ he said. ‘Teaching is the best way to learn since we all learn what we teach. I’m sure there is much we could discover by teaching each other. However, our programme is not only about acquiring more information since I’m sure you’ve already had more than enough of that. At best, we’re facilitators to help show you the way. We’re not the only ones, though; others may come along from time to time to teach you what we’re not able.’
‘Such as what?’
‘Whatever you need to learn,’ Eli said, ‘such as understanding the real essence of love; do you have any idea?’ he laughed. ‘Not that it can be taught… but it can be shown.’
‘Now, you have me curious. Does this mean you have female instructors? If so, where are they, or are these the mountain nymphs of my fantasies?’
‘I’m sure you will find Summit University to have a much different learning approach to an establishment you’ve ever experienced.’
‘Think of yourself as a protégé,’ Mo said. ‘Once you get past the basics, you may discover much about yourself from a few exotic encounters that take you to new heights far beyond this Summit.’
‘And where could that possibly be? Aren’t we already high enough?’
‘You’ll find out soon enough,’ he said. ‘Until your practicum begins, your classes will be conducted in this sitting area until you’re prepared for the remarkable field trips you will engage in. These will involve a diversified practicum extending throughout your world and beyond, some of which you might regard as surreal adventures. By the time you graduate, you will have discovered more than your colleagues could ever have.’
‘I appreciate your laudable offer and intent,’ I said. ‘Most gracious of you, however, I require no further accreditation, so there’s no reason to begin again, especially without qualified instructors to teach post-doctoral studies. I’ve acquired much erudite learning through the years; therefore, I’m quite confident I’m capable of continuing under my cognisance.
‘At times, you convey the impression you know something about philosophy, and probably you do. But really, are you a philosopher? I would say not; most evidently, otherwise, you wouldn’t be promulgating fantasies that you mistake for reality.’
‘Let me ask you, James,’ Mo said, ‘what does it mean to be a philosopher? What do you think the word means?’
‘Obviously, it’s the conjunction of love, being Philia, and wisdom, being Sophia.’
‘So, with this being the case, would you not say that wisdom has greater importance than learning?’ Mo asked.
‘That’s a foolish question,’ I said, ‘since wisdom is acquired through learning.’
‘I mean no disrespect to you,’ he said, ‘especially with regard to the impressive certificates you have framed and hung on your wall. Still, do you know what wisdom is? And if you don’t, how can you love it? What then does it mean to be a philosopher? Though you’ve gained admission into the fellowship of the world’s most sophisticated thinkers, I’m not sure if they understand the difference between learning and wisdom either.’
‘I’m sure my colleagues would take great offence at your remarks,’ I said.
‘Only philosophers from the Flatlands would,’ Mo said, ‘because, for them, it’s especially the case. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not judging the intellectual integrity of the learned gents you’ve studied under in your hallowed halls.
‘I’m sure they make significant philosophical contributions in analysing parts. After all, linguistic analysis has its place. They’re good at that since this is how they’ve been trained. In fact, that’s about all they do these days.’
‘I’m not sure where you are going with this,’ I said, ‘nevertheless, I’m certain they know what they’re talking about.’
‘Oh, do they? If only the whole can give definition and context to the part, then the part has little meaning when separated from an understanding of the whole. That should be obvious; unfortunately, it isn’t in the Flatlands where they seem more interested in parts than the whole. Therefore, the land remains fragmented in their understanding of anything.
‘What is required is not more advanced logarithms but a comprehensive understanding of the spiritual principles that remain today, much as they did on earth long before recorded history. Ultimately, it must be questioned what lasting benefit it there to science if it can’t be applied to the art of living in all domains, including what might lie beyond?’
‘Mo, do you recognise the importance of rational analysis? It seems not.’
‘Yes, of course,’ he said, ‘analysis is necessary as a tool, especially when it’s rational, although it’s never sufficient unto itself. Philosophers must realise the difference between what is necessary and what is sufficient. Once they understand this, they will be able to inform their scientific colleagues what they’re missing. Parts are necessary, while only the whole is sufficient.’
‘Missing? That’s quite the dismissal. Our scholars are among the best in the world. Our reputations in the humanities and sciences remain irreproachable, even centuries after the Renaissance.’
‘I’m sure they are the very best at what they do,’ Mo said. ‘Still, how many of today’s scholars understand life as profoundly as the ancients? The expansive inter-dimensional nature of the Infiniverse requires macroscopic lenses to see beyond earth’s material limitations.
‘Many of these ancient writings understood the integration of mind and matter, yet these teachings remain practically incomprehensible to a world more interested in better cars, trucks and pesticides than better lives.’
‘In all fairness, technology has made our lives much better. I, for one, wouldn’t have been able to fly here in less than a day had science not discovered aerodynamics.’
‘That’s evident,’ he said, ‘not to mention your flight back you don’t remember having on life-support. What is life without the support of wisdom? As a student of philosophy, did anyone teach you anything contained in the venerable Vedas? Did any of your instructors read the Upanishads or the Chuang Tzu? Is there anyone in the Flatlands who understands the writings of the Sufis and Christian mystics? How many spoke of Pythagoras, or was his wisdom too arcane? Why do so few see value in these works of antiquity?
‘Even when mystics continue to study this esoterica in remote areas of the world, not many in the modern world are aware of these writings. What was passed down through the ages in these works of ancient wisdom is beyond compare. Unfortunately, deeper meaning remains incomprehensible to Flatlanders, if not irrelevant.’
It was apparent Mo felt very passionate about this, repeatedly rising to his feet while gesturing emphatically with his arms as he spoke.
‘A while back, you wanted to talk about Plato; well, there isn’t much to be found of lasting value inside his cave, no matter how mesmerising the shadows may seem as they shift about on the stone walls. Who are the real cavemen, those carrying bludgeons or others carrying briefcases stuffed with stock portfolios? Both dwell in the cave’s inner recesses of spiritual ignorance, refusing to be exposed to the sun’s divine illumination lest the light irritates their eyes.
‘As Plato so eloquently stated: Their truth would be nothing but the shadows of images. What could be flatter and more linear than modern minds that can’t understand the truths beyond the shadows of their understandings?
‘Since you’re the philosopher, James, can you tell me why Western philosophy remains threatened by non-dualist teachings of unity and spiritual wholeness? Is it possible these views of divine union would have compromised ambitions to extract colonial power over those they considered separate?’
‘That’s simplistic,’ I said. ‘Western rationalism has led to a much better world of scientific enquiry and development. Continually repeating Om doesn’t invent more effective cancer cures.
‘Of course,’ Mo said, ‘more pharmaceuticals, more chemicals, more gadgets, not to mention better war machines... makes you wonder how the ancients got along without them? Your world prides itself in knowing more and more, and I suppose it does, but it always seems to be about less and less! Who out there in your academic world has a comprehensive understanding of anything? Many dislike the term holistic; therefore, they perfunctorily dismiss any such notion. Fragmentation is the game today as it rips the soul into meaningless pieces.
‘If I seem to overstate the insanity of your earth, it’s only to draw attention to the choices you will have to make. It must be difficult to remain caught in such a narrow world that knows so much about so little yet knows so little about so much. That’s got to be confusing!’
‘To the contrary,’ I said, ‘I have acquired a broad spectrum of knowledge. As I’m sure you can appreciate, this was required to earn a PhD in philosophy and why I’ve come to understand a great deal about life.’
‘Have you, James, or does it only seem that way?’ he asked. ‘I’m sure once you compare what you think you know now to what you are to discover in this realm, it will reveal how limited your education was. Our dimension is so much more expansive than anything you’ve known before; it’s also considerably higher and more profound than you can imagine.
‘In fact, it has no limits or end. We can only give you a fleeting glance at what’s behind the curtain. Once you look, you will become aware of earth’s fleeting shadows.’
‘I’m afraid you’re now moving from iconoclasm to condescension,’ I said.
‘Because we once lived on the earth’s plane of consciousness, we remember how dark and confusing it is in the bowels of the Cave. We also realise how brightly things appear when we step out of the cave into the sunlight. It’s most unfortunate that so few choose to dwell in the light.
‘Nevertheless, we understand that darkness serves a purpose by contrasting with the light so that light might be known and chosen. Your benighted world provides everyone with an opportunity to be drawn to the light. Thereby it eventually comes into an awareness of the difference. Most look somewhere in between, as neither this nor that. Yet what one chooses to perceive, that does he become.
‘So, James, as you ascended here, you rose above the clouds and fog below and saw the sun in its fullness. This is how you came to see what you couldn’t see before. When the Lowlands no longer held back your vision, you left your hovel cave and ascended towards this realm of light. Now that you have reached this plane of existence, things may seem irritating until your inward eyes adjust to the Light.
‘When that happens, your resplendence becomes known, not only within you but also in your relationships. Then will you understand that all you believed to be real was only a temporal shadow of the eternal reality that awaits you.’
‘Okay, Mo, thank you for your inspiring oratory. I’m sure Plato couldn’t have said it better. From what you said, you seem to know your way around philosophical concepts, as evidenced by your allusions to Plato’s Cave. Still, I think that a greater emphasis on particulars, as taught by his student Aristotle, would help give balance to Plato’s universals.
‘I won’t deny that what you have put forth might appeal to some mystics, although this is too abstract for a world increasingly preoccupied with economic achievements. Regardless, should we ever meet in London, we could discuss more of Plato’s concepts and conjectures, including his more exotic musing about Atlantis, reincarnation, and other enchanting topics such as this Cave allegory.
‘I know of a few professors at Oxford who are scholars in Greek philosophy. I’m sure we could have a fascinating discussion over a few pints of bitter at the Child and Eagle in company with the ghosts of Lewis, Tolkien, Barfield, Williams and the other Inklings.
‘To be honest, I’m more inclined towards Aristotelian perspectives since I find these considerably more practical than Plato’s abstractions. Nevertheless, I considered certain Neo-Platonic concepts in Plotinus’ Enneads and have found these palatable, though they are often disregarded as being too arcane for contemporary Western realism.’
‘You’re certainly right about that,’ Mo said. ‘It’s not easy to advocate the meaning of spiritual transcendence without being shouted down by the more militant advocates of flat determinism. As I alluded to earlier, Ludwig Wittgenstein, arguably the mastermind of modern rationalism, did not limit his views to humanism. He once stated: the whole modern conception of the world is founded on the illusion that so-called laws of nature are the explanation of all phenomena.
‘Only he could get away saying that because he was, well… Wittgenstein. Today, unfortunately, if anyone has ambitions of advancing into higher academic ranks, it’s best to keep such ideas on lock mode until tenure has been granted.’
‘Say what you will, I still think you’re being over-critical of contemporary Western philosophy.’
‘If it seems I challenge Western philosophy too harshly, it’s because Eli and I want you to be aware of the contrast between where you’ve been and where you’re going. Like most who get caught up in the current zeitgeist, you assumed if you acquired enough information from those around you, you might be considered educated in the ways of the world.’
‘Now you’re beginning to understand there is more to reality than you realised,’ Eli said. ‘That’s why you came here, and the portal to this dimension opened up to you so you could discover a higher reality with us at Summit U. By the time you graduate and return home, I’m sure you will want to rock their boat.
‘Although, it seems you already did, so you should know what happens. Didn’t you notice the sidelong glances after you submitted your dissertation? It may have been scholarly, yet it wasn’t considered acceptable because you spent too much time gazing out your window towards a Mountain which, according to them, didn’t exist, not even as a metaphor.’
‘Eli’s right,’ Mo said. ‘You became distracted, my friend, and it showed. They sure could read between the lines… and so they did. Only when you acquiesced to the narrow limits of their weltanschauung by flattening your thesis to their standards were you awarded your doctorate. Now, do you know why you were shunned from their tenure queue?
‘I never was one of them, so I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising what goes on behind committee doors. But as long as I don’t mention anything about all your tricks here, I should be fine.’
‘Still, it will become increasingly difficult for you to pretend none of this happened,’ Eli said. ‘At first, you might dismiss whatever flashbacks come to you as in a dream. Then one day, much to your amazement, someone shows up on your doorstep and reveals everything. Then you will know.’
‘I’ll know what?’
‘Everything. Contrary to everything you believe about life, you will find you existed outside your physical body here in this dimension with us. Of course, it could take some time for your memory to return fully, but when it does, you will want to tell the world about your adventures. It would give us much pleasure to watch you rock your department’s boat.’
‘The question is,’ Mo said, ‘whether James will have the ballocks to do this.’
‘When I return, I’m sure I’ll have better things to do with my ballocks.’
‘I’m sure you will,’ Eli said, smirking. ‘Be that as it may, I have confidence that you’ll not only rock your colleague’s boat, you will capsize it into their sea of sophistries.’
‘As a former sailor, I appreciate your nautical allusions, although I’m not sure I wish to rock anyone’s boat until I’m awarded tenure.’
‘Don’t be concerned; we’ll be sailing alongside to pull you out of the waters into a much larger boat that sails into the galaxies.’
‘Let’s stay with the allegory and not get lost in hyperbola too, Eli.’ I said.
‘Nevertheless, allow me to take this a little further,’ Mo said.
‘Why not; we’ve come this far?’
‘Look at it this way,’ he said. ‘Should you insist on clinging to your boat, laden with dense and heavy beliefs when you return, you could go down with your ship.’
‘I doubt my ship will be going down anytime soon,’ I said. ‘Once the winds begin to blow in my direction, I’m sure I’ll have smooth sailing. The system may not be perfect, yet I’m sure I’ll find a way to navigate my way forward once my career is secured.’
‘You might find you have better things to do than chase after tenure, Mo said. Besides, nothing will remain the same once you discover who you are and where you have been. You will have to re-examine all your beliefs because none of them will be adequate to sustain your new reality.’
I didn’t respond; what he said caused me to wonder if he might be right. Had I only been taught unquestioned beliefs accumulated over centuries? On the other hand, I found many of the current belief fixations had little substance, often based on uncontested reactions toward more traditional belief systems. So where did the truth lie, I asked myself; in the past or the present?
‘I guess it all comes down to what we choose to believe,’ I said.
‘I’m not sure how many are even aware of what they have to chosen to believe, Eli said. ‘Too few are aware of what assumptions they have unquestioningly accepted,’ he said, ‘but prefer to go along with whatever their friends, leaders, and institutions tell them. It’s easier and safer that way.
‘But we would expect more from you,’ Mo said. ‘Blind acceptance isn’t much different than what religion uses when imposing its dogmas. Even more concerning are the beliefs totalitarian governments relentlessly impose on their people through propaganda.
‘This is why one’s beliefs have significant consequences. Likewise, what you believe about your current state of existence will have profound consequences for you when you return. And not for you only; for everyone who hears about your experiences here. Trust us, as you ascend higher up, you will find yourself lifted towards people, places and events you would never before have dreamed.’
‘Sure, maybe I’ll even go on a speaking tour,’ I said, ‘as long as I get paid. Speaking of being lifted, could I catch a helicopter ride back with you to Santiago, so I have more time for a festival that’s going on there this weekend. What do you think? We could even do some partying before I catch a taxi to the airport.’
‘Sorry, but you already had your helicopter ride,’ Eli said. ‘At least your body did when it departed this mountain. As for us, we have a more efficient mode of transportation that doesn’t even require the trans part. However, to participate, you will first need to open your mind to what’s possible. When it becomes a tabula rasa, and you have unlearned everything you thought you knew, you will be able to go wherever you wish, not only down the mountain.’
‘Eli, why must you speak such nonsense? Do you have any idea of how ridiculous you sound? Anyway, what is this portation device you speak of, if not a helicopter… some spaceship that exists in your imagination?’
‘No, none of those,’ he said, ‘instead, something more efficient than machines with far less clang, bang and bulk. There’s nothing to it.’
‘Well, if there’s nothing to it, what is it?’
‘Think of it as being more of a mode than a device.’
‘That’s great, Eli; I’ve never ridden in a mode before. I look forward to it. unless this is another riddle of yours.’
‘If it seems like we speak in riddles at times,’ Mo said, ‘it’s because you can’t learn anything new without first discovering it. That’s what discovery is; creating experiences of alternate realities. Did you learn about this dimension, or did you discover it?’
‘I guess you might say I literally fell into it,’ I said.
‘ So why not ask us why spaceships aren’t necessary for us? You will never understand what you don’t know if you don’t first ask. Isn’t that what philosophy is supposed to be about, asking constructive questions to discover constructive answers?’
‘Yes, of course,’ I said, ‘yet asking why we don’t need helicopters or spaceships is even more preposterous when we know helicopters exist, and spaceships don’t. Besides, a helicopter would be the most expeditious way to get me off this mountain.’
‘I’m sure it would,’ Eli said, ‘but you haven't discovered anything since you didn’t ask the question. You assume you know, but you don’t.’
‘Asking ridiculous questions can only result in ridiculous answers,’ I said, ‘much like this ridiculous conversation.’
‘The most meaningful answers you will ever receive,’ Mo said, ‘will be to questions that might at first not make sense. And yet, only such questions lead to more significant realities than helicopters, UFOs, and other modes of transportation.
‘The problem is that too few philosophers bother to ask out of the box questions of what lies beyond. Instead, they prefer only to ask what will give safe answers. Such reticence and timidity have become most apparent since the days of the Vienna Circle.’
‘Pardon me: helicopters, UFOs and the Vienna Circle? That’s a jolly mix. What would any of these have to do with each other?’
‘It’s subtle,’ he said, ‘except those helicopters and spaceships achieve liftoff and go somewhere. I’m not sure that’s the case with linguistic analysis and syllogisms that keep everything grounded. Sometimes that’s good, but more often, it’s not. How can one transcend to higher planes when it’s assumed such realms don’t exist?
‘Of course, logical constructs can be useful in debating concerns of the limited earth plane. However, these analytical tools don’t go very far when inquiring into life, death, meaning and the source of consciousness. That’s why so few philosophers these days bother to ask questions they don’t understand.’
‘I think lots of people ask these questions,’ I said.
‘Sometimes they do, yet where are the philosophers to answer them?’ he asked. ‘Not many in your circles. That’s because philosophy put a lid on itself when it stopped enquiring about anything that didn’t relate to the world’s affairs. Many philosophers now regard any religious or metaphysical language as empirically nonsensical, without sense.
‘Therefore, as they will tell you, it’s nonsense. Consequently, any mention of God, Source, or any other name denoting deity is not deemed acceptable in their discourse. No more than UFOs, for that matter.’
‘That might be the case among certain reductionist philosophers,’ I said, ‘though not everyone.’
‘Nevertheless,’ Mo continued, ‘these prejudices are rooted in the intellectual moorings of the Flatlands, beginning as far back as the eighteenth century. In truth, that’s how the Flatlands got its name by imposing its flat, mechanistic interpretation on everything.
‘It’s because of this levelling that you still find it difficult to acknowledge what we tell you about the vertical dimension of reality, even when your heart understands what your mind resists. It knows what’s flat and narrow can never satisfy your soul’s deeper longings. Your problem is that you’re not aware of your inward journey. You know, the one that drew you into a new realm of existence beyond.’
‘Existence beyond what,’ I asked, ‘my sanity?’
‘Beyond the limits of what you consider sanity and today’s mode of rational enquiry. You’ll expand your understanding to new realms of infinite possibilities when you begin to ask the important questions. Then, when you return, you will be able to challenge the assumptions that no one wishes to question.’
‘Such as what?’
‘Any question that already has the answer’s premises conveniently inserted into the question,’ he said. ‘Questions rigged with select presuppositions can’t help but yield answers that have been crafted for ideological ends. There’s plenty of this sleight of hand that occurs when special interest groups are funded to legitimise their agenda. Even the revered Scientific Method is based on prejudicial assumptions of what can and cannot be determined.’
‘Again, I ask, such as what?
‘Your methods can’t even begin to investigate our spiritual presence on this plane of existence,’ Eli said, ‘since they’ve already decided our state doesn’t exist. That’s an assumption. That’s scientism. And, it’s what Wittgenstein detested, even if his methodology was conscripted in service to scientism.’
‘I don’t know which state you are referring to,’ I said. ‘I used to ask many questionable questions when I was an undergraduate student, not that anyone cared to listen. Finally, I stopped asking when it seemed they knew something I didn’t, although I wasn’t sure what that might be.’
‘Indeed, you did ask many inconvenient questions,’ Eli said. ‘Since you couldn’t get any satisfactory answers in the Flatlands, you were drawn to this Summit of understanding. It’s the higher Mountain plane you had envisioned. Now that you’re here, it’s up to you if you are ready to discover what can’t be discovered anywhere else.’
‘You’re referring to Summit U, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, indeed. Generally, mainstream science and philosophy don’t wish to go anywhere near questions of a metaphysical nature such as life after death. That’s what you’re going to learn here. First, you will need to discover what dimension you’ve fallen into in this crash course.’
‘Crash course? Most clever, Eli.’
‘Well, think about it,’ he said, ‘you literally crashed down the abyss to wake up into a new dimension that you may still deny as existing, even though it’s the spiritual substratum that undergirds the apparent world of surface appearances.
‘When you finally realise you’re no longer confined to the earth plane, you will understand what hitherto has remained difficult for you to accept. Be assured we’ll work with you until you realise that the narrow little box of reality you’ve been carrying with you doesn’t have nearly enough space to contain what you will be experiencing here.’
I found Eli’s comments somewhat presumptuous as if he and Mo were gurus sitting on this Mountain, claiming to know more than anyone else. With their peculiar, unorthodox epistemologies, these amateur philosophers seemed too sure of themselves. Nevertheless, I decided to hear them out a while longer. If nothing else, their antics would make for some amusing stories I could later tell my students.
‘You say my box of reality is too small. Well, you know, Eli, I prefer it to be small rather than a large box stuffed full of rubbish.’
‘What we say may now sound like rubbish to you,’ Mo said. ‘That’s because you only engaged your mind, not your heart. The mind without the heart is always confused. It’s always been that way, so the intellect can never understand anything of lasting significance.
‘To come into a fuller understanding of existence, it is necessary for you to subordinate your mind to the heart’s inner wisdom. I don’t mean for you to displace your mind, but to get it under control. The ego-mind is always externally focused, separating itself from the wisdom of the heart, the centre of your being. That’s why few intellects can see the implicit unity of the universe and why even fewer care.
‘Too many on earth hear only the meaningless clatter of whatever intrudes into their lives, never acting intentionally; instead, reacting to outward circumstances. It’s why the mind needs to remain united with the heart and its wisdom, or it will lose itself to all the worthless distractions of the ego. As we’ve said before and will keep saying, the heart is the spirit’s divine portal to higher consciousness, which is why the constraints of your past training will fall away as soon as you learn to reconcile your heart with your mind.’
‘Why do you both feel it’s necessary to keep talking about the heart as something more than it is?’ I asked. ‘Science shows that the heart is essentially a pump that circulates blood and nothing more. Isn’t there a better term you could use for your metaphor?’
‘The heart is not only the centre of your physical being,’ he said, ‘but it’s also the centre of what is called the soul. We, therefore, refer to the heart as your divine receptacle to wisdom, love and light, much like the brain is a metaphor for the mind, though many believe this literally.
‘When you recognise that all physical appearances, including the heart, are vibratory interpretations of Source Energy, you’ll begin to see the divine essence in all of existence. Furthermore, all spiritual reality has a corresponding form that manifests across the full spectrum of dimensions. All appearances proceed from the thought patterns we co-create.’
‘I have no idea what that means,’ I said. ‘Vibratory interpretations? Sometimes, Eli, you sound like some sideshow shaman with an English accent. Mysticism is hardly my orientation, so I’m not sure how well I would fit in with this crash course of yours. I hate to be the first to drop out at Summit U; however, I have a job to get back to.’
‘You may go whenever you wish,’ Eli said. ‘No one is holding you back, although, as we already suggested, it may be a bit lonely wandering the halls of your university by day and the streets of London by night, virtually lost and unknown to anyone. You’ve probably felt that way before, particularly after getting jilted. But that’s nothing compared to how you would feel now.’
‘Really,’ I said, ‘so, you’re telling me I’m supposed to consider myself fortunate to be up here alone at night. How lucky is that?’
‘More than you know,’ Mo said. ‘We’ve repeatedly told you this, but you seem to keep forgetting. So, let’s start from the beginning. Whether you choose to recognise it or not, you wished for something more than what the Lowlands had to offer. At some unconscious level, you wanted to find a new dwelling for your soul. Even if you didn’t know what or where that could be, you realised you weren’t going to find what you were looking for while stuck in the bogs. All the parts of your fragmented reality weren’t adding up to what you believed life should be.
‘As your dream illustrated, you embarked one night on a journey towards the Mountain, albeit with a few wistful glances back to the Lowlands while scaling the more rugged precipices. I suppose having such apprehensions might be expected. The journey can be challenging at times, so the temptation to turn back remained, at least until you were able to see the Lowland’s misty clouds below. That’s when you realised why you had never seen direct sunlight before and why you’re here to experience your new reality, even beyond your wildest dream.’
‘Here we go again. Can’t we talk about something other than that damned dream? It’s ridiculous that you expect me to believe I’m somehow living out a strange drama I dreamt of last October. No, I didn’t ask for any of this; whatever this is, I’m experiencing here. And now, to top it all, you expect me to believe that my brain and I have parted company and I, at once, currently reside on two different continents.’
‘Let me give you more clarity on your situation here,’ Mo said. ‘It might be a good idea, Eli, to pour James a stiff Scotch. He doesn’t need it, but he thinks he does when agitated, so he probably does.’
‘I’m not agitated,’ I said, raising my voice, ‘just a bit irritated having my intelligence affronted by… oh, my… I must say, that’s delicious Scotch. With enough shots, you might convince me of almost anything. Hell, I may even join you in your fantasy world, at least until I head back down.’
‘In reality, libations don’t work that way here,’ Eli said smiling, ‘unless you want them to by imagining you’re getting a buzz for old time’s sake. Nevertheless, we prefer that you remain lucid for the moment,’ as he refilled my glass.
‘So now, James,’ Mo said, ‘I want you to take a few deep breaths and relax. This subtle body of yours is well-adapted to imbibe the ubiquitous prana more effectively than your physical body is able. This is the life force essence you may wish to think of as divine oxygen, or you might say, spiritual energy absorbed into your form. Be it here or the earth plane, it sustains and vitalises the frequencies of whatever body you manifest.’
I considered this to be more yoga schlock; nevertheless, after a few swigs, I decided to humour him with a series of deep breathing exercises as he directed.
‘You know,’ I said, ‘this isn’t all new to me. I took some Hatha Yoga lessons in the past, the kind they do in ashrams.’
‘I’m curious, James; how did you get involved in yoga?’ Eli asked.
‘I think it may have had something to do with meeting an exceptionally apt instructor in demonstrating her contortion skills. Once we got to know each other, we would practise more deep breathing exercises at her place, sometimes the whole night.’
‘So, with all that,’ he said, ‘and climbing this Mountain, you should have no problem taking another twenty breaths. This time slower and deeper; it’s all about the cadence.’
‘That’s what she used to say too.’
‘Focus, James,’ Mo said. ‘Become aware of your breath.’
‘Is this how you’re trying to convince me I’m out of my body; by getting me to hyperventilate and fall into some wild Sufi trance? If that doesn’t do it, what’s next, a little Dervish whirling? Scotch, breathing and whirling... something’s got to work. Before long, you might have me chasing after mountain nymphs dancing on the mountain peaks in the morning sun. You know, the ones I like to imagine up here.’
‘Keep imagining, James,’ Eli said, ‘you never know where you might find them… or where they might find you.’
‘I’ll drink to that,’ I said as I threw back the Scotch, having completed the last deep breaths.
‘Now, how does that feel?’ Mo asked.
‘Excellent! Most exceptional… authentically Scottish.’
‘No, James, the breathing. How do you feel now after the last few deep breaths?’
‘As if I’m still in my body, rather than out of it as you wish.’
‘And so you are,’ he said. ‘It’s only a matter of which body. Try doing a few more breaths, and I’m sure you’ll feel much lighter, with or without the Scotch.’
‘And yes, this brand is one of our best,’ Eli said, ‘a virtual version patterned after Edinburgh's old Dimple Pinch brand.’
‘Virtual version, what’s that,’ I asked, ‘some knock-off like this version of reality you’re trying to convince me of? In any case, this is a real treat… goes down more smoothly and lusciously each time. Pinch is one of my favourites; too bad it’s so damned expensive.’
‘Cheers!’ Eli said as we shot back another.
‘I don’t know whether it’s my imagination,’ I said, ‘but I feel considerably lighter after breathing and elbow tipping exercises. Strangely, I don’t feel my awareness is compromised, except my mind feels a little airy.’
‘As we told you,’ Mo said, ‘it’s your beliefs that make it so. Now, I want you to relax and try not to fall asleep. Listen carefully to what we have to say even if you’re weary of us referring to your dream.’
I slouched down into my seat, glass in hand, put my feet up on the table and closed my eyes, feeling very relaxed. ‘Sure, whatever you have to say; as you can see, I’m listening. So how much Pinch did you say is left in the bottle?’
Ignoring my question, Mo went on to say, ‘the dream represents what you were unconsciously asking about, long before you set out to find the Mountain. At a deep subliminal level, you desired to know what lies beyond the shadows of the Lowlands. You wanted to see beyond the ruts, bogs, fog, thorns, thistles and gnarly shrubs of your daily routine.’
‘Yes, no doubt about it; there’s been many ruts, bogs, thorns and thistles in my life.’
‘And don’t forget the snakes and mosquitoes you endured whenever you became bogged down in unfortunate relationships.’
‘I’ve had a few,’ I said, chuckling. ‘Not a good place to be when they bite and sting!’
‘I’m sure it’s not,’ he said; ‘however, now that you’ve ascended above those swamps and marshes, you are high enough to see vistas you could never have imagined before. Best of all, the higher you ascend, the more expansive the view beyond these sierras.
‘Beyond the sierras? I’m not sure that’s possible with the earth being a sphere.’
‘You might be surprised,’ Eli said.
‘In fact, I’m sure you will be,’ Mo said, ‘which is why we’ll show you only a little at a time, so you don’t get too overwhelmed with what’s up here. Once you see what we have to show you, these views will remain with you even when you return home. Believe us; nothing is going to appear as it did before.’
‘That’s jolly, but what if I don’t wish to believe you? In fact, I hardly know what in bloody hell you’re talking about half the time with all your Peter Pan allusions and metaphors.’
‘Eventually, you will,’ Mo said. ‘And yes, you will always have a choice in what you believe. Remember, Summit U is a liberal arts university. You get to speak your mind much as they once did on campuses in the Western world. There is more than one acceptable way to think, unlike all the Groupthink that has sadly gripped much of your world. Of course, you may choose to believe you don’t have a choice. These days, many choose to believe that in the Flatlands.’
‘Being a freethinker of sorts,’ I said, ‘I can’t imagine why anyone would want to remain caught in someone else’s dream.’
‘Nevertheless, that’s a large part of human history, is it not? If you don’t see yourself as having a choice, then in effect, you don’t, especially when you give your power away while letting others decide your life for you.
‘When you become aware of who you are and what you want, you will always choose dignity over slavery as you choose light over darkness. Now, as you ascend higher, you will observe how much more there is to your existence. You will soon find that you can manifest anything that aligns with your new state of consciousness. The further in and higher you go, the more life becomes accessible to you.’
‘That’s splendid, and yet… how about the perfect woman?’ I asked. ‘How do I access her?’
‘That can only happen when you know what you want. More likely, she will find you. Women admire men who know what they want.’
‘There’s no mistake about that; women in my life know what I want.’
‘You may think you know; still, you can’t until you know who you are. For much of your life, you have been caught between worlds, wedged in a passage between the earth and what lies beyond, without knowing what that was. This state has left you double-minded and uncertain of who you are or what you want.’
‘Not really, not even figuratively,’ I said defensively. ‘Most definitely, I’m not wedged in a passage. As you might have noticed, I’m high on a summit, and I know what I want.’
‘It may seem so, but do you? Once you recognise you’re wedged between what’s behind in the Lowlands and what’s ahead on the Summit, you can decide whether you wish to ascend higher or descend back to where you were.
‘If you decide to move forward, it will become your Stargate as you launch out to discover more from the infinitude of what you may do and places you may go. Though you may have several attachments to earth’s plane of existence while you remain there, these may appear much different in the future.’
‘I’m not sure what you’re going on about,’ I said. ‘Why would things appear differently? Doesn’t a pretty young lassie remain pretty?’
‘As you become inwardly prettier, they will appear even prettier,’ he chuckled. ‘Then you will perceive all reality much differently, not just lassies, based on who and what you have become. Everything outward will seem more vibrant and multi-dimensional the further inward you proceed.
‘Whatever you choose to experience, I can assure you it will be far more engaging than anything on the earth plane. All are custom designed to manifest as a vibratory match to your soul's rarified desires and affections.
‘Not that this makes you special; no one possesses a more divine essence than anyone else; we all are unique expressions of the Source, according to what light we choose and what light we resist. We become more of what we are with every decision we make and every relationship we enter.
‘You were interested in ascending to higher realms; therefore, you ventured further up and further in. Few choose to leave the Lowlands, so few are chosen. In that sense, you are chosen.’
‘One of the chosen, am I? By whom, the Almighty? I’m not even religious… or Jewish, for that matter.’
‘Because you have chosen, you are chosen!’ Mo said. ‘You had the courage to seek this Mountain, which is why you’re now on this Summit attending Summit U. As you know, the Lowlanders prefer to remain in their boggy swamps rather than ascend to higher elevations. Most have chosen not to choose, which becomes a choice unto itself. But not you! You wanted more and so went on to make the most significant decision of your life.
‘That’s why you have entered this new world far beyond the thorns, thistles and mire that had you stuck. Though you may not have been aware of it, you’ve been seeking the truth for most of your life. That’s why you became a philosopher. Your soul has been trekking towards this Summit for much longer than you realise, albeit circuitously. Like gravity, the resistances in your ego-mind slowed you down and held you back, yet you never gave up.
‘All the crevices and valleys were part of your journey; there were no wrong people or places; it only seemed that way. They all played a part in your conscious evolution, giving you what you didn’t want so you would discover what you did want.’
‘I can’t believe how much you remain stuck in my dream,’ I said. ‘I suspect these interpretations of yours are more poetry than fact. As far as I know, I came here to climb a Mountain. It’s that simple! But it seems you’re trying to make my dream into some cosmological extravaganza.’
‘James,’ Mo said, ‘don’t spurn the gift you gave to you. This dream was a special revelation from yourself to yourself. Therefore, it’s all yours: your poetry, your reward, and your future. You earned it, my friend. That was no ordinary dream; it was a lucid dream, possibly the first one you’ve ever had. Through it, you received the vision and inward guidance to find your way here. The directions didn’t come from your mind but your heart.’
‘Possibly in some metaphorical sense, it was,’ I said, ‘I can agree with at least some of what you’re saying. Making it up here was like a dream, so I guess you could say it was my big reward. There are always risks with such expeditions as these. So, making it to the top of any Mountain is its own reward. I suppose it might also be said; there’s a certain cadence to the rhythm of ascension that, in a sense, seems poetic.
‘That’s why I’d love to climb Mount Aconcagua should I ever return to the Andes for another expedition. I’m sure it would feel like poetry in motion to climb the highest mountain in the Western Hemisphere. From what I can tell, it’s probably only about forty or fifty miles northeast from here on the Argentine side.’
‘Definitely, we should do that,’ Eli said. ‘You may be surprised that it’s not as challenging to climb as you might think. Even if it’s not as steep as Everest, the altitude has killed a lot of climbers. Of course, the reward isn’t explicitly about a literal ascent up this or any other mountain such as Aconcagua.’
‘Still, I prefer to live my life literally,’ I said, ‘rather than figuratively.’
‘The longer you’re here,’ Mo said, ‘the more you will realise what seems literal is never just literal but inextricably linked to what’s figurative. Whether Logos or mythos, life is a dynamic expression of both. As you often hear us say, as within, so without. Whatever you outwardly manifest is derived from the thoughts created within. Your outward ascent is only as challenging or rewarding as your inward ascent.
‘Unlike Sisyphus, who struggled to roll his heavy boulder up the Mountain, there will be less toil the higher you ascend until only your lightness of being remains. Have you ever noticed how the word light refers to both illumination and weight?’ Eli asked. ‘When illuminated by the Light of the Spirit, the weight of your burdens becomes so lightened that they eventually cease to exist.’
‘I suppose,’ I said, ‘it’s always easier to lighten up when you see some light at the end of the tunnel. Or on top of a mountain… especially if it happens to be an orb,’ I chuckled.
‘It is easier, indeed,’ Mo said. ‘That’s why you will find that this Summit is only a base camp for even more spectacular Summits to come, should you wish to ascend further up. While you are with us, you will experience Summits you would never have known of in a million years while occupying your dense earth body!
‘Though you may feel you are in an unfamiliar dimension of reality, you aren’t. It’s a higher octave that has always remained ensconced within your being, as one with your soul. It surfaces as intuition at times or as a vision of the Mountain.
‘Whenever a person sheds their physical body, the immortal body can manifest in the higher vibratory form of the soul. As it’s said: This mortal shall have put on immortality. The immortal body you now see is an outward expression of the soul’s immortal spiritual essence. However, the version of your body in London is far from immortal; in fact, it’s barely hanging on to its mortality. What you’re experiencing now is for keeps, formed and sustained by divine light. It’s always there with or without the mortal shell.’
‘All metaphors aside, are you trying to tell me I appear as a ghost? This is not Halloween, you know.’
‘Do we appear as ghosts to you, whatever you conceive a ghost to be?’ Eli asked. ‘What you’re now experiencing is your incorruptible spiritual body, not the human sheath. You don’t seem disembodied because you’re not, no more than when you occupy your biological body. It’s a case of your third-dimensional body being dispirited while vacated by your soul. It’s what happens when that body dies.
‘As for you, not your earthly body, it’s impossible to die since the soul knows no such thing as death, except for the illusion of how it may seem for those who chose darkness over light. But we can talk about that later. Time and space are not the same limiting factors in this dimension; there is no obstruction to your spirit body’s agility when teleporting or engaging in other modes of spiritual experience.’
‘Is this what you meant earlier by portation – teleporting? You’re joking, right? Please tell me you are. If not, how can I take anything you say seriously. Even Superman can’t do that.’
‘Remember, this immortal body is not limited to the earth plane,’ Mo said. ‘Did you know several exotic names for the spirit body have emerged in various cultures over the centuries?’
‘Such as spook?’ I asked with a tinge of sarcasm, not buying anything they were saying.
‘Is that the best you can come up with to describe spirit?’ Eli asked. ‘The depth of understanding in the West, or lack thereof, is often revealed in its language.
‘The fact is, everyone has a divinely created spirit body – that much doesn’t change, regardless of bodily manifestation. Within, you will always remain an individuated expression of Source essence in form, much like good, in its essence, gives unique expression to truth in whatever form it may take.’
‘It’s evident that religions often claim to possess truth even as they lay waste their opponents,’ I said. ‘Where’s the loving expression of truth in all that?’
‘Where, indeed? What truth you see on the outside is an expression of what goodness exists on the inside. That’s what should be self-evident. Is it a religion of love or religion of triumphalism? Where there is little goodness, there is little truth. Since they are inextricably linked, form must express what’s within. Be it individually or collectively, what we do and say tells what’s within.’
‘I’m not so sure about that,’ I said. ‘As I see it, most battles have been fought because each side felt their good and righteous cause was the truth.’
‘Yes, they certainly feel that way, don’t they? Still, goodness, in its essence, can only take form in truth, which is why in Genesis, on the seventh day, God pronounced creation as good. You, too, James, would be one such expression of this goodness. We say you have god essence and therefore you are a child of God, as affirmed in the Christian scriptures.’
‘Provided you believe in all that,’ I said.
‘Truth is truth, regardless of what you or anyone else believes,’ Eli said. ‘You may rest assured your spirit body bears no relation to what you may imagine as an amorphous spook. The truth is the opposite. Which body is more authentic, which body is more substantial, which body lasts? That which is temporal or that which is an expression of immortal spirit? If we had no bodily form, how would we communicate our essence to other souls if there was no individuated appearance of locality?
‘In case you were wondering, I can’t tell you how ascended spirits manifest since they, in their rarified form, are much closer to the Source, far beyond my perception. Nevertheless, they can transduce to lower frequencies such as on earth and even denser realms.’
‘To be honest, Eli; no, I wasn’t wondering, nor am I particularly interested in whatever you’re going on about. All this talk about frequencies, spirits, planes and realms sounds like a bunch of psycho-babble.’
‘If you were to go to London today,’ Eli said, and ask some chap on the street about your present form, he would likely have a different opinion than yours. If you could speak to him, he’d likely say you have no body, then run the bloody hell in the other direction to get away from the voice in the air. You shouldn’t be offended, however, since you actually do have a body, only not in the same way he sees or doesn’t see it.
‘Remember this if you go home now, and some-body jilts you. Don’t feel like a no-body when every-body ignores you just because you don’t have any-body. Kind of like when you were trying to hook up with some body that night at the local pub, only for different reasons.’
‘More word plays, Eli? I’m sure you can do better if you try.’
‘As dubious as Eli’s word plays might seem,’ Mo said, ‘he made an excellent point. English terms, such as somebody, nobody, everybody and anybody, illustrate how humans identify themselves as bodies rather than souls. Ever noticed that before? Don’t you think your clairvoyant girlfriend would agree that there’s more to you than what the average person on the street sees?’
‘Possibly, but then, she’s hardly an average person,’ I said.
‘Well, next time you’re in London, why not drop by to pay her a visit; you might be surprised if she sees you just as you are. She’s not a psychic for nothing. So, if she sees you as a spirit body, at least you’ll then know you’ve been getting your money’s worth.’
‘I suspect, however, she might prefer your carnal body,’ Eli said with a chuckle. ‘Rest assured you will always remain an individuated form offering your unique expression of divine essence. Just because someone can’t see you in another dimension doesn’t mean you don’t exist.’
‘Some call the spirit body an astral body,’ Mo said, ‘although its frequency is called a lot of different things by various cultures throughout the world. It doesn’t matter; call it what you wish; names aren’t important, especially when you realise there are more rarified bodily manifestations than you can perceive. For now, you need only realise your body is an expression of your soul’s light manifesting as form.’
‘You mean like shapeshifters?’ I asked, laughing. ‘I remember reading fantasy comic books as a lad about that sort of thing.’
‘What if this is not a fantasy but an extension of subatomic reality? The body you now experience may be understood as a read-out emanating from a higher frequency instead of the lower frequency of the body currently residing in London that you call you.
‘Since you’re dwelling within a higher spectrum of light, your vibratory spirit form may re-enter your earthly vessel. Your human vessel, however, with its lower material frequencies, could never enter your spirit vessel, so it ends up as dust or ashes when it, as they say, gives up the ghost.’
‘Even your physical eyes,' Mo said, 'as incredible as they may be, can only provide a crude read-out of the electromagnetic configurations contained in the third dimension. When you get right down to it, the atom’s supposed physicality doesn’t exist when it’s ultimately seen as nothing more than a chart schedule of probability pointer readings.
‘You may say all that is physical, including your temporal body, is an illusion because it is temporal. Only what lasts is real. As Einstein and other physicists have suggested, we might say that things aren't what they appear. Everything we think we see, even the smallest microtubule in the body, is in a state of shifting energy patterns without any underlying solidity. Only the divine Source is constant, yet never static, extending divine essence through creation’s eternal expansion.’
‘What you seem to be saying, I must concede, sounds much like Alford North Whitehead’s Process Philosophy,’ I said. ‘I don't understand much of his abstruse esoterica, and I'm not sure many do, but I remember attending a lecture series on this topic by an eminent Whitehead scholar. The concepts are very complicated, even for professional philosophers.’
‘Indeed, they are,’ Mo said. ‘I'll see what I can do to scrounge up one of his books should you wish to brush up on his unique cosmological blend of theology and philosophy. In simple terms, what Whitehead attempts to express is how God’s thoughts are continually evolving into an infinite manifestation of forms through co-creation.
‘That would include all the individuated consciousness that manifests in the Infiniverse, or as we said earlier: the Multiverse. There can be no other reality or substance other than divine essence, even with what we may call inert matter, which may, at best, be described as crystallised energy.’
‘What I learned at the Whitehead lectures,’ I said, ‘is that there was much support for such concepts from certain physicists such as David Bohm. He considered matter to be the manifestation of explicate reality; a virtual kaleidoscope of variegated energy forms enfolded in what he described as the implicate order.’
‘I believe Bohm was on to something,’ Eli said, ‘suggesting there’s an inward implicate universe reflected in the explicate universe we experience. Again, as we keep saying, ad infinitum, as within, so without; it’s the same thing. Physics might be a good place to start, yet it can only go so far in comprehending the true nature of the universe.’
‘Do we want to reduce our understanding of infinite Source to a concept of energy?’ Mo asked. ‘The kind of thing you generate from wind turbines or pump out of the ground as fossil fuel? Or, as many like to say: The Universe. To me, that sounds like a massive accumulation of objects and giving it a name as material as any other.
‘Depending on what is meant by that term, it might lead to a regrettable pantheistic ad absurdum as if God is a composite of parts created by God. A tad tautological, wouldn’t you say? Besides, where’s the love in that?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘even from my agnostic perspective, the term universe seems facile. Many who loath the word God prefer this term when speaking of whatever they consider ultimate.’
‘This is where,’ Mo said, ‘the concept of the Ray of Creation can help shed light on the subject. Provided, of course, it’s understood that the Ray is a metaphor for how the effluence of divinity proceeds outward from the Source. There are no words to adequately describe what’s transcendent. At least Whitehead gave it an admirable shot.
‘When we come into the world, we are all shrouded in progressively refined sheathes of energy that exist adjacent to, yet intermingled with, the base frequency of the earth's denser physical body. Since the soul isn’t inextricably tied to the biological body, it’s free to leave at any time, which it often does during periods of deep sleep.
‘Or, in your case, a very deep sleep! That’s how you, as a soul, managed to be released. Still, you remain connected as long as your body remains alive on earth. Think of these sheathes as higher octaves of divine thought-forms emanating from the Ray of Creation.’
‘Divine thought-forms, eh? Such as what?’
‘Such as Eli, such as me and of course… such as you.’
‘Oh really, and how about this divine Scotch I'm holding?’
‘That Scotch,’ he said, ‘didn't come from Scotland; only the thought did. And, a most divine thought it is, wouldn’t you say?’
 I'm not sure if Eli was fair in this assessment, yet Wittgenstein's Linguistic Analysis has had a considerable influence on the direction and occupation of philosophical enquiry over the last century. As indicated earlier, Wittgenstein was not entirely happy about this.
 The Republic, by Plato, Book VII.
 See in The Republic, Allegory of the Cave; written by Plato 380 BC.
 The Child and Eagle is a pub on Giles’ Street in Oxford where these authors, sometimes referred to as the Inklings, once frequented for several years.
 Plotinus (204-270 AD) wrote his Six Enneads primarily as a clarification of Plato’s philosophy. His writings have influenced Christian, Islamic, Gnostic, Pagan and mystical thought through the centuries.
 Weltanschauung is a German word meaning world view/perception. It’s often used in philosophy since there doesn’t seem to be a suitable equivalent in the English language. It seemed my whole purpose there was to acquire a new weltanschauung.
 The Vienna Circle of logical empiricism was a movement in the 1920s to 1930s comprised of philosophers who sifted out metaphysical elements in philosophy to achieve what they considered would be a purified logic of science. It’s interesting to note this movement was formulated about the time the spooky discoveries of subatomic physics were first being observed.
 I found this statement to be most intriguing, so was interested to learn that the doctrine of correspondences was foundational to the writings of Emanuel Swedenborg. (See Appendix B) Groupthink was a term from George Orwell’s novel 1984, published in 1949, meaning obsequious group thought. Individual thinking that threatens the conformist/collectivist trends were regarded as offensive or criminal, as on many university campuses in the West these days. Orwell also caricaturized other forms of social psychosis with terms such as Newspeak and Doublethink.
 According to Jewish scripture and tradition, Jews were said to be God’s chosen people. This is supposedly why they, of all peoples, were given the Ten Commandments.
 Lucid dreams are understood to be conscious participation in one’s dreams while the body remains asleep.
 Mount Aconcagua is 6,961 metres high (22,838 ft.) about 15 kilometres east of the Chilean border.
 1 Corinthians 15:54
 In my research recently, I noted the text Mo was referring to: Jesus replied, is it not written in your Law, “I have said you are gods” John 10:34, (NIV). Here Jesus was quoting Psalms 82:6. The subject of gods came up several times as you will find in these narratives. Also, the term sons of God is often employed.
 Physicist Sir Arthur Eddington (1882–1944) once stated it this way, Science has nothing to say as to the intrinsic nature of the atom. The physical atom is, like everything else in physics, a schedule of pointer readings.
 In traditional religion, it would more likely be said, the Father extends His divine essence... However, neither Mo nor Eli used overtly religious terms very often. Perhaps out of deference to me, or possibly they weren’t comfortable with certain words and expressions they considered archaic or misleading.
 While attending university many years ago, I once attended a lecture by preeminent Whitehead scholar, John B Cobb, who is a philosopher/theologian and founder of the Centre for Process Studies in California. After the lecture, I thought that someday I may delve into Whitehead’s barely comprehensible Process and Reality. But to this point, I never had.
 British Physicist 1917-1992, Fellow of the Royal Society. (See Appendix ‘A’ for a variety of quotes.)
 What I understood is that consciousness, being non-local, remains infused in the biological body for as long as it lives, ensuring each cell remains animated with life. Likely this is what the ancient reference of silver cord is alluding to Remember Him before the silver cord is severed. Ecclesiastes 12:6 (NIV)
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