THE ROLE OF THE NON-DIMENSIONAL IN THE UNIVERSE


Kenneth Harper Finton

Exploration on the Dimensional Universe & Non-dimensional Realm

ABSTRACT

Assuming that negative dimensions are as real as positive dimensions, the non-dimensional would serve as the realm in which the positive dimensions are balanced by the negative dimensions. Both are parts of the whole universe and not two separate universes. They are commingled and entangled, while the non-dimensional knows no boundary and is infinite.

Keywords: Universe, positive dimension, negative dimension, non-dimensional, God.

EINSTEIN What-we-have-called

“A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of…

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HOW DOES THE UNIVERSE BEGIN?

Kenneth Harper Finton

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The hosting of awareness is something inherent in all things existent. This awareness of which I speak is the same awareness that you are using at this very moment. All awareness comes from and shares the same origin in the zero dimension. Awareness is the source of things, but awareness is not a thing. Neither is it nothing. It is what we might term the soul of the universe, not a material substance.

I am aware of the existence of a universe around me. Other things that are not my being validly exist but I can never prove it unless the world outside me and my own conscious awareness are one and the same. If the universe outside me and my being are ultimately connected and the fundamental awareness that is present in both is one and the same, then both are logically substantiated. The per­ceptions I use to perceive my…

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Tell Yourself? Quest 2016

Life’s Odyssey.

( I have posted on this site which is all about the human odyssey, but derived from my small recapitulation of it.)

I have pledged to take myself to task with ‘Tracking Wonder’. It has become an inflamed need to forge or find a clear path. Not long ago I had an amazing esoteric ‘reading’ ; not of my personality ( all too familiar!) but my soul’s path. William Meader is an extraordinary visionary, whose clarity is compelling. His astrology is not concerned with the surface, relationships, money etc but the driving influences that shape an individual life, and accounts for the repeated patterns within it.

Since I have always believed I have been ‘called out’ to interpret life differently I wanted to determine whether this was a egotistical afflatus that gave my life purpose, or was justified from another perspective, and I really did have a ‘job to do’. Three years ago I published the book that I thought was that ‘job done’. Its conspicuous ‘failure’ is not (I believe) a reflection of its quality ( it has won accolades and prizes) but perhaps a failure of discrimination. It was originally 45 years too early for an alternative science, and now its re-written form as poetic science might have been too late for the sound-bite world of twitter.

So my search is to reconcile either a life mistaken, and misapplied, with little time left to remedy OR to see the perspective entirely differently. The exhaustion might have incubated a little precious time, or brought me to the point when giving up (on that over-long journey) is true maturity?

In answer to Susan Piver’s first prompt ‘What I most need to tell myself in 2016’ I can only at this point offer this ‘To stop rehearsing what once was true, in order to listen to other voices, both inner and outer’ William Meader acknowledged that I was a compulsive pioneer in everything (Aries at a zenith with Jupiter coming up fast) but the danger of Sagittarius as an influence was a tendency to point the arrows in too many directions without taking a fixed and true aim at the most important. I want to be able to see that aim for the arrow. Then I will be able to release it! That is my hope.

The Golden Key- Phi

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Although art is a language this comes close to pure economy of means to express the wealth of harmony, muscle, bone, music, colour and all the natural world, and the mind of man.

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Genius; A Saviour?

Genius: The Challenge to Political Correctness. Opening Our Eyes.

The Composer Alma Deutscher

A man of genius…is a spring in which there is always more behind than flows from it.’  James Froude.

In this day of ‘all must have prizes, and ‘all are equal born’ genius sits uncomfortably; a challenge to everything that the democracy of equality seeks to foster, in education, in law, in ‘human rights’ and in appropriate ‘tolerance’. Part revered, part resented genius has led the human cavalcade in science, in art and music. Yet it remains a kind of orphan of thinking, capricious, unpredictable and therefore without a general or deeper significance. The gift is believed a matter of luck.

For me genius is the single phenomenon that throws a vivid lens on the fallacies in understanding. More than half the world believes in reincarnation, and past life memory, (when dug out from the deeply buried) the gradual ascent through trials and vicissitudes of spiritual advancement. Karma is seen as a deeper democracy, the correction to unequal birth by sampling the smorgasbord of different circumstances, until exhausted by the imprisonment in matter the soul ascends to Elysium. Whatever that might be.

My recent virtual encounter with the extraordinary child that is Alma Deutscher has refocused attention on this whole question.

As an introduction this interview on Zeitgeist  gives a portrait of not only the truth of the quotation from Froude (above) but should be followed by taking the time to watch this ten year old’s opera ‘Cinderella’. Not merely for the music and its orchestration, but the intuitive sense of drama, character, humour and the mind-blowing naturalness of the composer in a shift and bare feet wandering about the stage playing both violin and piano when judged necessary, and generally making sure the performance goes as it should. This is a maestro who knows exactly who she is.

Both Act One and Two are available here

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IzTR8qdVLs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsptSA4X9os

This composer has absorbed the idioms of Mozart, Schubert, fragments of Brahms, moments of Beethoven and Bach and, like any new linguist, shapes familiar language to express new ideas. I am sure there will be the destructive critic who will dismiss her work as past its sell-by date ( too melodic, too structured in the past forms- rondos, variations, quartets etc) but perhaps her message lies beyond music altogether. Perhaps she has come to force us to confront the legacy of genius and what it contributes to memory. It remains intact, and those endowed with access to it are a mirror about the nature of reality itself.

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Perhaps genius is the artesian well through which a field, the pressure of consciousness comes to the surface. To refresh our access to the universal memory of which we are, each, a part and far from equal in our access to it.

When I wrote Involution- An Odyssey I included what I knew would raise hackles, the supposition that not only the spiritual Bodhisattva ( who returns voluntarily to raise our collective game) but that the gifted genius arrives with his/her gifts intact. Memory. I went further and leapt for an idea that the gifted genius returns to the world in which that gift is recognised, and fostered. Here is the relevant passage from Canto the Ninth.

In the words of the serpent DNA

If I am the waxen plate,
A palimpsest of lives…
Impressed by narratives I’m told
To match the soul with parentage—

The hybrid of arriving past
I assign to future—
My homespun stripes speak dialects,
Kinship written on calling cards
Each according to their scripture…
The child is father to the man, each ensures
The safeguards to their hungers…
The correction of residual crimes…
The denial of appetites outgrown…
The shaping of their talents
Offers incense to the brazier burning
On the altar of mankind.

Each soul is one immortal whole
(Its energy vibration)
Particulate in its liberty
To choose what has been chosen:
The dynasties within the arts,
The families treading Shakespeare’s boards,
Cremona’s lines of luthiers,
The homing pigeons returning home
To exhaust their passions…

(Ardour is not infectious
Nor art sufficiently paid
To fake a false conviction.
The soul, passionate intrinsically,
Burns steady and sustained)

Precocious early limber child
Seeks guided incarnation;
Leopold Mozart, so reviled,
(As Commendatore immortalized)
Without both his virtues and his vices
(Esteeming the gift but shaving its glitter)
Would Amadeus, born instead to a putz-mädchen,
Have survived? Or offered man a note?
Or too many, in desperation?

I can only say that this encounter ( for which I have to thank Margo’s blog for setting my nose on the track via Amira the extraordinary singer) has revived me from a near bottomless despair. Alma refuses to be Mozart, but it is possible she once was. Given his tragic life and more tragic death I would like to think she has come to finish what he never could. In her own way.

Cover designed by the composer

It begs many questions about everything but I don’t intend to ask those today, just to glory in the confirmation that the collective nature of consciousness might continue its appeal. We are therefore not entirely beyond hope. One child can rescue us. That was the essence of Yeshua, was it not?

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  2. Philippa this is a post to be savoured; I will listen when time permits. For the moment to say that this is ‘good’ that there is more behind the spring in you, even when in despair.

    The words of the serpent DNA, are very powerful.

    Strangely, I’m putting up a post tomorrow : An excerpt from The Diary of Anne Frank … again, from the soul of a child …

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    • It is a pleasure to offer you an overwhelming gift. Just listening to, and watching her restores faith in the innate capacity of humanity, and its possible purpose. From here the Universe might have had man ‘in mind’. Not often does one have reason to think that!

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Amira Willighagen singing “O mio babbino caro”

What a marvel. An indigo talent unexplained by anything. Seemingly effortless total musicality. An angelic face as well. Humbling. Listen.

Margos Blog

I’ve been following world news the last weeks and getting more and more depressed! Needless to say it has not inspired to write at all. I wonder when the media will wake up to bring us good happy inspiring news of which there is much also around the world. If they would include just one such happy story in their news every day, it would lift up the spirit.

Here I found this which I’d like to share with you, it’s really food for the soul, listen to this 9 year old little girl Amira singing  an aria from the opera Gianni Schicchi (1918) by Giacomo Puccini ! Sit back close your eyes and listen with your soul. You can find more about her on you tube.

There are so many gifted children around the world it’s uplifting refreshing inspiring and encouraging too. This in spite of all the evil…

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Ten More ’79 Words Story’ Entrants…

Reposted on ‘the other site’ to leaven a little!

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

79 WSC

Further to the fun 79 Word Challenge set byAuthor Andrew Joyce– clickHEREto check out HIS story AND click HERE to see the first seven great entries 😀

NOW READ TEN MORE ENTRIES BELOW:

(To visit the writers blogs, click on their names or photos)

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‘Found’ by Danny the Dog

Danny the Dog

The woods are dark, the cabin isolated.

In the distance, a bird cries into the night.

The only light, the fire in the hearth.

Not far off, a twig snaps underfoot.

Someone softly comes my way.

The dread in me rises.

Have I been found?

I am cut off from running; it is too late for that.

In pensive silence, I await my fate.

The door bursts open, Andrew is silhouetted against the stars.

SURPRISE!”

I so hate birthdays.

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I Live Here by Annette Rochelle Aben

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All she kept emphatically telling everyone was…

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