I believe some activities put the brain in a meditative state and when I go out to look for my lost slingshot balls, I often find myself in a sort of trance.
I think the universe or God or the Tao – take your pick – speaks to us in symbols so if I apply that to me looking for the balls, I come to a few conclusions:
They’re hidden but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist (or do they exist only when observed)? You can walk past one and not see it only to have it become visible when you turn around and look at it from a different angle.
What we see depends on our point of view. I believe that is a fundamental precept of the universe.
Is this force one thing viewed from an infinite number of perspectives? Has God created us to experience time and space through ourselves? Am I full of shit?
My daughter once said to me “if you want to know what’s going on in your subconscious, take a look around you”. That makes sense if we create what we think.
I believe everything already exists at the same time but we see only what we choose to see – like tuning the dial on a radio.
Looking for my slingshot balls helps me to access frequencies I don’t normally use, therefore, slingshotting must be Godly. 🙂
Little white marbles – four hundred of them – lost.
Out into the trees, into the ditch, under layers of pine needles and behind clumps of dirt. Like gold, they quickly find their way to the deepest recesses where I can barely see them. When I run out, it’s time to forage.
One day while I was wandering around looking for the balls, the act of concentrating seemed to put me into a trance. I became contemplative and wondered if the universe communicates to us through symbols and if so, could I learn something from rambling around looking for marbles?
What if each ball represented a truth? Then the following might apply:
They are sometimes easier to find in the darkness rather than the light.
The harder you look for them the more they seem to elude you.
Sometimes they are right in front of you and you don’t see them.
Sometimes you walk right over them only to spot them when looking from a different perspective.
Some get buried in the dirt but they still remain visible if you look closely enough.
They are all around you but you don’t always see them.
They seem to appear magically in front of you with the right frame of mind.
Just when you think you’ve found them all there are always more.
Although they seem lost forever, they are there, somewhere. Or are they?
Are they there when observed and gone when not?
They are more visible with an open mind.
Some travel farther than others.
Picking them out of the pine needles can hurt.
You can drive yourself crazy looking for them in the snow or you can be patient and wait till Spring when they will reveal themselves.
Where the hell do the ones I never find go? Does some gopher have a living room full of them?