In winter, life contracts. Fall's vibrant decline into darkness dwindles the scene to lifeless brown and gray. The earth hardens as the heat retreats. Animals go into hibernation while others struggle to survive the harsh terrain. Soon, the white of purity coats the land. This fatal freeze purifies the land of the old, clearing it for the spring cleaning ahead.
Darkness, frigid rigidity, and death all have "evil" connotations. Evil inverted is live (or life). Death, itself, is like winter. As rigor mortis sets in, warmth has withdrawn and the carcass hardens like a cocoon. Our fear of death has made a villain, a Devil (liveD), out of what's actually the liberating transformation of energy. Since energy can neither be created nor destroyed, all is recycled into another form. Birth of a form appears to us as if it's a new creation, with death being its destruction. Yet, what really is is what always was, having been repurposed and reconfigured.
Life, too, is like winter in that what we believe to be a lifeform, or solid matter, is but ice. Matter is the crystallization of spirit, of consciousness. Consciousness makes waves of disturbance in the sea of the unconscious. Thoughts inform, gathering and attracting elements. These elements adhere to the shape of these impressing disturbances.
Just as darkness is really the absence of light, cold is really just the absence of heat. Light is heat, which is motion or vibration. In this example: Light might then represent what's become conscious and the dark is what remains unconscious. The seeming absence of, or lack of, could be compared to sleep, ignorance, latency, or hibernation. From another angle, matter (or consciousness) constricts limitless light (or what others might call "dark energy"). This constriction allows for the form (or thought forms) to appear on the physical plane. By reducing the rate of vibration, light congeals and takes on varying shapes.
Life can't exist without this motion, and life must be imperfect in order to exist, grow, and evolve. The limitlessness of absolute perfection could be compared to death, to resting in peace. All would vibrate so fast that it would stand completely still and freeze. Perfection has no need to grow, evolve, expand, or continue on.
In life, when we have reached the icecap of one great summit, we must descend in order to rise again. There is the calm and then there is the storm, and the wheel (or the torus) keeps on spinning. While it may appear that we rest, we're never still. We know this to be true even without needing fancy scientific equipment to back it up. Even in sleep, our minds are active. Dreams are obvious evidence of this. Thinking requires energy, requires light, requires motion. It's why we can say such things as, "my mind was racing", or "I lost my train of thought".
Everything lost is eventually found. Everything frozen eventually thaws. And everything changes, but it's always the same—the New Retro Wave.
This concludes today's article for my 30 days, 30 posts challenge. Tomorrow's article will be on Emergence. Yesterday's topic of discussion was Dating.
Today's article marks the halfway point in this writing challenge. I've admittedly been slacking a little this past week. Otherwise, I'd been allowing myself a day off a week from posting. I reserve this day off for busy days and for recharging creative inspiration. While I will finish the challenge, since this is a commitment, I've decided that daily posts just aren't for me. I could be writing longer posts that are more spaced out, but of higher quality. Short, daily posts don't go into the topics deep enough for my liking—not unless I were to continue on that subject from where I left off. That may be a method I test out in the future.