Years ago it was a wonderful discovery to have revealed to me—during a retreat at the Nyingma Institute—that the senses are two way channels. This deepened my experience, and to this day, walking under a tree whose branches are singing in the wind, I feel how that wind is not only drawing my attention to the richness of the world, but that this world is showing me who I am.
For a few months I have been feeling/envisioning (and beginning-to-implement) a new novel, in which I hope that the TSK vision of knowledge (as a field, a logos, a substratum of the time in which we live) can flow into me and that I will then discover myself taking dictation from a deeper knowledge from our beleaguered planet.
It would seem that wishful thinking is alive and well.
This week, enjoying the reading from Knowledge of Time and Space, I realized that I seemed especially open to it, especially appreciative of what I was being taught about my world and my own presence within it. Then it occurred to me that my desire to bring some of this understanding into my own activities (in my case an initiative to bring some of this wisdom into a work of fiction) was also allowing me to be more open to the wisdom itself.
Perhaps this is also an example of the relationship between vision and action: we need to act on a vision or it will succumb to idle day dream, and we need to bring a fresh vision into daily life to prevent ourselves from becoming frozen mechanisms of repetition.