When synchronicity swamps your existence you know it's on to something, so after a conversation with friend Nix it seemed logical to write down the essence of what had been explored so that something could be made of it. We realised we engaged in authentic conversation; there were no boundaries to what we could discuss, on a level that found itself instead of our being conscious of where that level should be. While speaking we shared information with ourselves as with the other party and since this was so from both ends of the connection, power or subtlety of what was exchanged remained balanced of its own accord.
Dreams, we thought, might be a version of communication that happened on another level altogether, one we could not really access fully with our brains because sensory input didn't happen in this dimension. As we spoke of this, the words ‘Descriptive Architecture' came into my head and I wrote them down. These weren't my words, you understand, because it took me a little while to understand them, but they fitted the context exactly and if you cannot get perfection, synchronicity will sometimes let you get a little close.
Another thing that cements authentic conversation is familiarity with shadow selves - we don't mind integrating them towards positive communication. We're open to each other's perspectives which seems to be important in maintaining a balanced state in any relationship, for only then can new information come in and serve the purpose of furnishing growth.
Yaxley switches are my favourite analogies of life. "Well, this I've got to hear," said Brian (later in the lounge) of my impending description of what a Yaxley switch is. It's a ring of plastic toothy things, I explained, that only bend in one direction - you can't turn a Yaxley switch the wrong way without breaking something. The outer ring, the one you turn, flicks the little teeth as it goes round and changes the programme; these things are used on washing machines, or were before modern technology changed the system. So looking at the actual things pictured here, it seems I was wrong on the technicalities. But in life, wherever you are the circle only moves in one direction. We land ourselves on different programmes all the time, only with similarities - we have patterns, after all.
Since everyone's unique, it stands to reason that authentic communication gives space for you and those engaging with you to understand how you feel, and why. When we describe a view or a subject we use our own language and the patterns of that language will differ between speaker and listener. We learn through listening and speaking in a flow wherein one action makes sense of the other in a constructive process - hence, it seems in conclusion, descriptive architecture is something we just do.
Where the Heart Is
Last time I wrote a Blog entry, I assigned it to the .Net site and it was all about transformers, - yeah, don't ask. Led by the hand into a phase of life my heart would struggle to make sense of in the battle with my head, I needed to find an allegory that helped with the sensibility and gave rise to a little logic. Right now it's as if treading water is not so much a pastime as a necessity, not just for me but for all those facing strange spiritual shifts, for there is a sense of waiting for something to rise up beneath our feet, something we didn't know was there. We want to know what Love Is. We want to know how it works, how to look after it, and what to do when it goes totally insane.
In the summer I found myself coming home to Swindon (for most of the week in any case), for various reasons. Now that I'm here (much of the time), the growth and development of a group I took it into my head to start up in August is taking a subtly critical direction in providing people with a platform for expression and self-development, me included. I set up this group to take ownership of itself, and the group has responded by taking ownership of itself, as I had hoped it would. My job is simply to ensure that everyone has a fair chance to be heard, that we don't get trolled, and that the venue is respected. Things are working out rather well.
Writing about transformers being the equivalent of hearts, it springs to mind that we can do a lot of transformation with the equipment at our disposal, and maybe we need to get a bit more creative with what we've got. In making the moves mentioned above, I didn't think too deeply about any consequences, and the consequences have turned out to be pretty good. Swindon's MB&S Group will be talking tomorrow about Action & Thought - a subject which relates to this kind of creativity, the spontaneous ability we all have to follow our hearts and transform lives, and the reasons we remain wary of taking action.
On the quantum level, the simple fact is that quarks oscillate (change from form to form) all the time, and we are made of quarks. Neutrinos also oscillate (changing as they fly through us from the Sun) and it stands to reason that there's a connection between the two. Neutrinos and quarks interact, change, alter their states (and therefore the states of everything that exists), and create new versions of things from so doing. We have the chance, all the time, to take the opportunity to make changes and put them into effect. Wherever your heart calls you to go, please listen to it. The heart knows what the mind is always arguing about. As an uncomplicated device linking us to Source energy, the heart knows best.
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.