The Limits of Limitations
Metatron’s Cube as understood in my deeper cosmology is more than a psycho-spiritual state of being; being a state of being makes it unto itself a reality. However at the height of this realm, it too becomes boundary; a limitation of being to what otherwise has none. Even psycho-spiritually these become a limitation of their own for the traveler to overcome. Some may even begin their journey at this stage, anything is possible that’s necessary.
A logical question to ask is, what could possibly be beyond such a transcended state; the answer is, — exactly. To even ask the question, for it to be possible too, there must be an answer.
Metatron across beliefs is a scribe, an architect, alchemist. The One who maps and keeps order to that which is without order. However Metatron is another form, another geometry, another vessel. The same is true for his Cube. It is symbol of order and structure, containment and balance. Like Metatron, the vessel and structure being form, are finite. Even a vessel of infinite capacity may be transcended, for the vessel is not of or for itself.
Beyond this form there may yet another unknown form, an Unknown God, or perhaps
pure divinity itself, unstructured and unguided.
There and back again, from potential to realization, to potential.
Some will ask what’s the point of this dynamic, this endless process. What’s it’s greater function and purpose?
On the surface it may be all the infinite ways potential becomes realization and is acted upon; the randomness that stirs the cosmos. But in all the there and back again, there is also the potential in creation for two or more realities that wouldn’t otherwise exist and come together to do just that. In the sea of randomness there is the potential for something to take what is God’s randomness and create something else.
Not replacing or trying to be like God but doing as God does, playing with potential. As is the function and purpose of Metatron’s Cube. So then what is the nature of a being going beyond this realm of willful or mindful creation? What could be a greater act, a greater gift?
Free of form, what gives energy to and moves form remains. What returns to source is the dissemination of will or something akin to it. We return our fire, our Promethean Fire; a fire that changes the whole of being. To go beyond form is to give the formless, awareness; or greater awareness.
What else could we give to God except something God hasn’t thought of? If we are made in God’s image, we are going to think like God; think about things. We return with a ways and means God hasn’t thought of. Because God had Us to think about it.
Cessation of form is not the only return to Source. Too many people attributed death and dying, decaying of flesh as the only reunification.
In a more pragmatic sense I used to wonder what it was other people thought about in between just living their everyday lives. Where does their mind go in their downtime or when there’s no need for it to be engaged?
Some people clued in and tried to tell the rest of us with titles like Love In The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (never read). Philosophies that emphasized getting “lost” in the things we’re doing; finding flow; which is not a state to find but a what to do.
It’s when we get lost, we find source. Exactly like how Barbosa found Davy Jones’ Locker in Pirates of the Caribbean 3. When we get lost, we return to source with tithings and offerings.
This is why distraction is so popular, perhaps subconsciously some people are afraid of the return. Because between the calmness of Source at the center of “themselves” is a hurricane a violent storm of their own making they must journey through. All the mistakes and traumas they let accumulate over their lives have to be dealt with. It’s a fearful journey through their fears. It’s a raging storm they cannot see through, they know what went into making it. What they can’t know is all that has become in the current. It’s fueled and make bigger and darker by their anticipation of what’s to come; of retribution.
In many sacred, philosophical, spiritual texts this storm, the chaos is the lion that guards the gate; Guardians of the Sundoor. The journey itself is a rite and ritual of rebirth that so many such as Algis Uzdavinys write home about.
After the turbulence there is once again calm and stillness. All storms break and the enemies and forces that create them disappear, but they don’t do into nowhere. They fall back into order, into stillness. Where the real power lies. The chaos in all its devastation was not the power. A storm is such to those who do not understand it; the forces or disturbances that make it. They may not sometimes be of our own making or doing but because of our presence, which means that presence is power.
So what of form?
Form is overrated. When energy is the underlying dynamic that makes form, reality becomes less about form, but still in form.
Take abortion for example, a touchy subject. Abortion is simply the cessation of a physical process, it has no impact on the psycho-spiritual. The laws of physics state that once in motion, something cannot be stopped; what would have had form, what would have made and given rise to form still exists. Abortion is not so powerful it can negate an existence or potential; what would have existed in form, still remains in a different state. Abortions is merely blocking the path of form but not the journey of soul. Conception is an event of potentiality, not a guarantee. It’s a bad sign if you're born the day the world ends; happy birthday, here’s an apocalypse. Psycho-Spiritual being is not created at conception, it aligns with form when, where, and if it needs to. Whatever the Cosmos deems so, those souls are where they need to be; how they need to be there. If not they disseminate back into the greater ocean of potentiality awaiting their call.
The polarization surrounding the topic of form is hilariously stupid. For either side we’re powerful beings with godly power playing with or mocking life. This fragile entity that needs protection as its violent self, its powerful nature tries to destroy it. We’re so powerful we think we can destroy life through form, and so weak and small to see we can’t. All the while the Scheme Of Things, the Bigger Picture, Life itself is looking at us like, “what are you doing?”
