The Word

by Lesta Bertoia

There was a powerful urgency, at certain times in history, as well as a powerful resistance, to the spreading of the Word. Because the Word had lost something in the translation, not only for the converts but, unbeknownst to them, for the missionaries as well, a conflict of interests arose. Apparently the conflict is being resolved. It seems it has become impossibly easy to spread the Word. In fact, it has become impossible not to spread the Word.

When my friend Dick read the original Lord’s Prayer (translated directly from the Aramaic into English rather than through Greek and Latin) to our discussion group, I asked him where he’d gotten it and with whom I could check for permission to pass it on. He’d received it over the Internet and didn’t know where it had originated, but he assumed, from its contents, that were I to continue to pass it along, the translator would not be unhappy about more people getting the message. I emailed it to several friends. A month later it came back to me from the other side of the country from someone whose connection I couldn’t trace. But then, it had already been making the rounds before I got it. I expect it’s been around the globe a number of times by now. If I am out of line repeating it here, I hope someone will let me know what I can do to correct the situation, besides thanking them for having corrected the situation. Making the Word so easy to hear by bringing it closer to home is doing us all a favor. As our friend Brooke put it, with tears in her eyes, when Dick had finished reading the prayer, “Oh, my, can you imagine what your life would be like, what the world would be like, if this had been the prayer you said in school every day?”

Can you imagine, if this had been what was shared between the itinerant white culture and the indigenous peoples, how differently they would have regarded one another?

Better yet, can you imagine what is happening to humanity now that we are exchanging this prayer and so many other open-hearted words all around the world?

O cosmic Birther of all radiance and vibration! Soften the ground of our being and carve out a space within us where Your Presence can abide. Fill us with Your creativity so that we may be empowered to bear the fruit of Your mission. Let each of our actions bear fruit in accordance with our desire. Endow us with the wisdom to produce and share what each being needs to grow and flourish. Untie the tangled threads of destiny that bind us, as we release others from the entanglement of past mistakes. Do not let us be seduced by that which would divert us from our true purpose, but illuminate the opportunities of the present moment. For You are the ground and the fruitful vision, the birth-power and the fulfillment, as all is gathered and made whole once again.

It’s comforting to hear the original intent of that prayer.

I especially like the phrasing of that last line, for it seems that in many areas, all is indeed being gathered and made whole once again.

One of the schisms that is currently being bridged into a continuum is the one between science and religion, or, more specifically, between physics and metaphysics, and, apparently, between biology and what I’m tempted to call metabiology. Recently advanced theories about a connection between DNA and quantum evolution have catapulted scientists into a multiverse of infinite potential, but before I offer you what I’ve gleaned from those theories, let me take you on a little trip into the Void.

If you don’t care to join me – if you’re not as fond of leaping into the unknown as I am – please feel free to skip this part! See you in the next chapter.

If you do care to wander into weird time and deep space with me, I’ll start with the concept that triggered my plunge.

Deepak Chopra, who is adept at interweaving physics and metaphysics in his discussions of quantum healing, proposes that the capacity of our minds to interpret and create our realities is not a product of our physical bodies or brains. He suggests that it is the other way around. Our bodies are the products, the manifestations, of our minds, and our brains are simply the relay between a greater Mind at large and our own individual minds. We are not mind within body, but body within Mind. Non-local, decentralized, universal Mind supplies us with an infinite amount of information. (We are constantly being in-formed. These bodies that we assume to be solid and substantial are in fact flowing and ephemeral. We have entirely different bodies, containing entirely different atoms, within a relatively short period of time.) Since we are imbued with Mind, are part of this Intelligence, we are capable of editing the information. We are constantly recreating ourselves from a field of information. Our thoughts choose what information to supply to our bodies and our bodies comply as manifestations of our interpretations.

Upon hearing this, I felt challenged to understand the connection between universal information and our thoughts. What is this universal information, physically speaking? What is it we are translating into thoughts, words, instruments of creative action? Where is it located? In the atoms? How do atoms whizzing into and out of our bodies supply us with intelligence?

Atoms, comparable to miniature solar systems, consist of little spheres of energy. But what is energy? It’s motion. The protons, the electrons, all those subatomic whirligigs, are, in my mind’s eye, little time-loaded bubbles of motion in a sea of tranquility — they spin, vibrate, zoom along, undulate, or otherwise perform acts of movement, within a vast something/nothing that appears to move at a different rate, or no rate at all. They are packets of pure change, or pockets of time, tiny events happening at a frequency different from that of whatever is around them.

And what is it they are moving in, moving through?

When we give it a name, like space or ether or consciousness or unified field or quantum foam or cosmic birther or God, we are simply trying to understand that an eternal, infinite something/nothing is subdividing itself into different finite, measurable frequencies, and that this motion, this energy, in contrast to stillness, is the something/nothing defining itself as something happening here and nothing happening there. Here it’s in motion, there it isn’t. Here it’s on, there it’s off.

On, off. On, off. This is the basic modus operandi of a binary language. The binary basis of information-relay used by computers is doing its thing way out there in the cosmos and way deep down in here, inside of us. On, off, dit, dah, dit, dit, dah, the message is coming through, an immeasurable amount of information flowing through everything that exists of subatomic particles, which is everything that exists, as far as we can tell, in this particular set of dimensions, anyway, whether or not we consider it to be alive. We are constantly being bombarded, we are part of, we are made up of, zillions of tiny time-traveling bits of information in a vast arena of Now.

So how do we know what the information is? How do we interpret it and make use of it?

Although there may be a few gaps across which must be made synapses of faith, I think the answer is beginning to bridge itself between the physical and the metaphysical realms with the latest theory in the field of quantum mechanics, that of quantum evolution.

Quantum mechanics is the name given to the discovery that everything that can happen, on a subatomic level, does happen. A subatomic particle can exist in two places at once. It can exist in a trillion places at once. It can do whatever the observer wants it to do. Or not. It can travel backwards and sideways in time. It can affect another particle that has no evident connection to it. It can behave like a wave.

The reason fundamental particles can be in many places, many states, and many times all at once, some quantum physicists are theorizing, is that they actually exist not just in the universe we are capable of perceiving, but in all the possible and probable, parallel and alternate realities of the entire multiverse, in an infinite ocean of potential.

This theory was arrived at in answer to a question posed by biologist Johnjoe McFadden in his book Quantum Evolution. Mutations have been assumed, until recently, to be random trial-and-error promotions of the survival of a species when the species can no longer use what it has to get what it needs. But, McFadden asks, what if mutations are not random? What if evolution is occurring at the quantum level – by design?

It isn’t just subatomic particles that appear to be behaving multi-dimensionally. Molecules have been witnessed to do so as well. Which leads these scientists into expecting that even more complex systems are also multi-dimensional. They aren’t yet considering the complex systems known as human beings, but they are contemplating the likelihood of DNA molecules doing what the subatomic particles of DNA already appear to be doing — dashing in and out of the parallel realities of the multiverse. Which startles them into this whole new take on biological evolution. What if the DNA of a species can check out all the alternatives in the quantum multiverse, and then, having selected a particular one, introduce into its life form the best possible change for the best possible results?

Although there are many interpretations of what has been observed in the quantum realm, it is generally agreed upon by physicists that something enters the quantum state when it is isolated from its three-dimensional environment – something enters the multi-dimensional state when it is isolated — and returns when there is once again a sufficient energy exchange with its physical environment. A cell that experiences survival-threatening isolation from its environment can slip into the multiverse, scan the infinite available possibilities, equip itself with what it needs to reconnect, and slip back into this universe to keep on growing and multiplying. This process has been demonstrated in the lab with bacteria cells.

What we’re talking about here, on a subatomic level, a cellular one, and, for that matter, a human one, is the infinite freedom of creative choice.

Something enters the multi-dimensional state when it is isolated. The isolation from an energy-exchanging environment that serves as the propellant into the multiverse of all realities can, as I see it, be experienced in any number of ways by us humans. It can result from a near-fatal accident, a terminal disease, a hallucinogenic drug, an isolation tank, solitary confinement, meditation, an out-of body experience, the presence of an angel dissolving the veil, the sudden rush of euphoria within a state of grace.

These states are plunges into the Void, into that sea of tranquility within which those time-bubbles are doing their dance, into that information-rich vastness which Chopra calls universal Mind, and which McFadden calls the multiverse.

We can choose the method of separating from three-dimensional reality, and we can choose from the multiverse what we want to bring back with us, be it miracle or madness, strength or surrender, gradual development or instantaneous enlightenment.

How can we learn to do this? How can we learn to choose what information to substantiate into our bodies and our experiences?

We don’t have to learn how to! We are already, unconsciously, translating the information — into part of another letter O or Omega in yet another reference book on the amazing feats and hands of the almighty multiverse. We’ve been doing so for eons.

One of the most awesome discoveries reported about our chromosomes by Matt Ridley in his book Genome is that they are the biological Akashic records of our entire evolution, from the first single living cell, all the way through the changes of the eons, to these billions of multi-trillion-cell human bodies. The unbroken chain of information we’ve inherited from that first cell still includes every chapter, every page, every word of every subsequent expansion on the theme, of our entire journey as organic entities.

This information is replicated, passed on, maintained, and added to in a quadrinary language. (I don’t know if quadrinary is a word. I’m guessing that since a binary language consists of two components, quadrinary would describe a language of four alphabetical bits of information.) The language isn’t spoken, as far as we know, although I imagine it might emit sounds, since it is made of moving parts, vibrating elements. Neither is it written, not in symbols that we would call letters, although scientists have tagged letters to the four elements that copy and translate information into our cells from previous cells, so that they (the scientists) can read the series of three-letter-amino-acid-words strung around the double helix of a DNA molecule.

Our genes are literally like groups of words, paragraphs similar to recipes. The chemicals that make up our genes are like words, and the elements that make up those chemicals are like letters of the alphabet. If you build a word from a few hydrocarbon molecules, and add a few adjectives, you can “read” the result as organic life. Attach a few more modifiers and you are reading organic plant life, or a few more and you read organic animal life. Add to that a few hundred thousand chemical and genetic modifiers, and you’re reading a human being.

We humans are “read-outs” of these zillions of bits of information.

Each of us is a living character in an incomprehensibly complex plot.

Does a character in a story have choices? Is it a story, this evolution of our human race from a single cell into these present billions of separate individuals? If we agree that it is a story, does it have an Author? Or are we authoring it ourselves?

A character in a story is sometimes a familiar aspect of the author, and sometimes a surprising stranger, a creation that creates itself as it is being created. Each character, as a facet of the author, is imbued not only with the entire plot up to this point, but with all the drafts that went into the wastebasket. Each character, as a separate spontaneously self-creative function, is adding his or her own twist to the outcome.

We have taken on lives of our own, reflecting back to the Author more of who and what this agent of change is, this stupendous phenomenon, this self-aware cosmic intelligence. We’ve been faxed from the original office, added our own memos, and are faxing ourselves back by the nano-second.

We are the Word made flesh, the Logos incarnate, the living story of the forever-changing-and-unchanging All.

We don’t have to learn how to translate the information or how to choose what we do with it. We need only recognize that we are already doing so, and then do so consciously, by watching our translations: our thoughts. There is no central intelligence agency dictating precise outcomes. The outcomes, like the zillions of bits of information themselves, are always in flux. This is the way in which apparently impossible miracles can happen. This is the beauty of the mystery.

Both Ridley and Chopra, coming at this concept of decentralized authority or authorship from different directions, and witnessing it on different levels, offer a similar opinion on its character. Ridley is led to conclude that the human genome, operating in different ways from different cells, maintains a mystique, a bit of the trickster in its fashioning of behavior. It’s somewhat unpredictable. It seems to have an attitude. Chopra describes the Indian term Maya, the mask of the mysterious force behind it all, as not just illusion, but camouflage, paradox, magic, deception, a trickster. Maya is the script, the costumes, the roles, the stage scenery, and it can be all-powerful, totally absorbing and convincing, or it can be utterly impotent, depending on one’s perspective. When you strip away the levels of Maya, when you probe this apparently solid body, descend through the unfolding story being written by the genome, and pass through the quantum particles that are darting in and out of the multiverse, you arrive at nothing, and it is this nothing from which we generate ourselves. Our original nature is nothing if it is not playful. The Word is Play?!

Let us flourish, let us create, let us illuminate the opportunities of the present moment, as all is made whole once again.

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