The Fifth Force

The four fundamental forces in physics are the strong nuclear force, the weak nuclear force, electromagnetism and gravity. Based on my experiences in meditation, I think if there is a metaphysical counterpart it might be called soul - not individual souls, but a cosmic soul as a fundamental force.

When it comes the question of consciousness, perhaps the cosmic soul is the software and the brain is the hardware. If you have the proper hardware, you can process the cosmic soul and you experience individual consciousness. Without the proper hardware, you wouldn't experience individual consciousness - just as if you didn't have mass, you wouldn't experience gravity on an individual level.

This leads to a sort of Spinozian conclusion that doesn't really allow for individualized immortality. It moves metaphysical reality into the realm of the universal and fundamental rather than the personal, so I'm sure it would never catch on as a major belief. It's not the answer most people want to hear. It's like arguing in the 15th century that the Earth isn't the center of the universe. But it's a possibility drawn from my own experiences.

The Song of Neferankhet

I hesitated a bit to share this beyond a small circle. I'm a bit jealous of how nice it looks. But since I don't have any other posts prepared, here it is : The Song of Neferankhet papyrus.

This was conceived as a sort of Egyptian Song of Songs, an erotically charged spiritual metaphor. The nice thing, which evolved as the papyrus facsimile was being done, is how the horizontal and vertical lines combine to allude to the Egyptian logogram for "house", as if to illustrate that the speaker is seeking her spiritual home.

The main text reads: My beloved is the young god. He calls to me as sunlight calls to a new shoot. I follow him into the reed thicket. He warms me in his arms and my mouth embraces him. My boatman stirs the waters with his mighty oar, carrying me to the birthplace of the sun. Like grains of sand are the desires of men. They are blown beyond the horizon and forgotten. But like the flood are the kisses of my beloved, making bloom the lotus of the heart. Like the pillars of wisdom are his arms, like the scrolls of Thoth his words of love. Date wine flows from his lips. Like those from the sky he announces himself with light. Like a shapeless thought he comes upon me and I am freed from my body.

Underneath the Eye of Horus the text reads: Neferankhet seeking her beloved

The Rosicrucian Quest Part 5

The third chapter of the Apocalypse of Thomas was particularly interesting to C.R.C. Its ontological vision goes against traditional Christian eschatology, expressing the idea that the material world is fundamentally imperfect, not because it was created by an imperfect Demiurge, but because, as C.R.C. wrote in his journal : Per medium coruſcans imperfecte ſpiritum Dei eſt. (It exists through a medium which imperfectly reflects the soul of God.)

3.1 I saw that the matter of the world is like a reflection on the water, and wickedness is like ripples on the reflection from the spirit ; but in the substance of the light there are no ripples.

3.2 For the Powers were moving through all things long before the beginning of aeons, and all that is not of the third body will pass away.

3.3 I saw a place with mountains of silver and of gold, and the rivers which flowed from those mountains were of pure water and honey.

3.4 And there were great sages whose spirits were occupied with investigation and learning, studying the emerald tablets of the Powers[continued on next page] and perfecting their knowledge of creation.

3.5 But this was the spiritual image.
3.6 As we have see Christ with spiritual eyes, even so I saw these things.

The Rosicrucian Quest Part 4

As C.R.C. read the second chapter of the Apocalypse of Thomas he became even more intrigued by its symbolism, and he wrote in his journal, perhaps referring to what would come to be known as the Harbaville Triptych : Inaudior vt ſit triplex in Conſtantinopolis qui imaginem Roſæ Crucis concipit. Illum video velim ſi pax cum Saracenis teneatur et peregrinatio tuta ſit poſsibilis. (I have heard that there is a triptych in Constantinople which contains an image of a Rose Cross. I should like to see that, if the peace with the Saracens can be maintained and safe travel is possible.)

2.1 Then I found myself in the midst of a red desert, and the desert reached to the horizon, and that was the desert of war.

2.2 And the Messenger said to me : Here water once flowed, carving great valleys, but now there is no life here.

2.3 And I saw that there were no moving things, and nothing green. Kindness passed like a fleeting shadow, and everywhere was desolation.

2.4 I saw mountains roaming the skies beyond the desolation, full of fire and unknowable tidings, and the abode of love was as the furnace of Hephaestus.

2.5 I wept for the flesh, which I thought to be [continued next page] a curse upon man, but the Messenger said to me : Weep not for the first body, being the body of flesh, for it is only a vessel for the second body, which you call spirit.

2.6 Likewise the second body is a vessel for the third body, which you must now fashion.
2.7 For man is born with the first body, and the second body enters into him on that day, but the third body he knows not.
2.8 Even that which you have seen in visions, which you call the Christ, the same is the third body.
2.9 It is of man, yet has no beginning ; it is of fire, yet does not consume [continued next page] nor does it fade.

2.10 And I saw within myself the golden cross, and I myself was the rose in union with it.
2.11 This was the symbol with which I was to imprint myself, inscribing it spiritually on my body, on my lips and my brow, on my fingernails and over my heart, for the realization of the third self.