Quantum Virus Theory

Percolating throughout the Covid era has been the riddle of riddles, “Do viruses exist?” To ignore this fundamental skepticism risks being branded “controlled opposition” or simply naïve. To pose the question risks, from the other side, accusations of derailing the discussion of more practical matters that normies can relate to, and failing to keep some rabbit holes safely off limits.

Having delved into arguments and evidence (or lack thereof) on both sides, I’m satisfied to conclude at last that, like everything else in this universe of philosophical interpretation, it’s a matter of quantum entanglement. In other words, the so-called “virus” at the center of all our fears is either a “particle” or a “wave,” depending on how you look at it, and what you are looking for.

Science amateurs like me don’t have to have a degree in quantum physics to get the gist of it: it was already laid out by Lao-Tse thousands of years ago in calligraphic verse. The same principle applies wherever we look: in politics, arts, cosmology, or nature. It’s a function of creation itself, of language, of metaphysics.

Take any number of terms from the quantum field of politics, for example: corruption, democracy, racism, fascist, public health…

Beauty, or good and evil, is in the eye of the beholder. Any of the above derogatory or praiseworthy terms can be arbitrarily assigned to the faction of your choice… assuming you have a choice. Naturally, in a controlled system like any human society, it’s the default choice that is presented first—enforced, boosted, reinforced, amplified, regulated, bioengineered.

Back to the viruses, or lack thereof… it does no good to get stuck in the weeds of microbiology, epidemiology, vaccine development, purification protocols. You get what you are predisposed to get. You’re a Pasteurizer or a Bechampion, and it’s all a matter of spin. One man’s particle is another woman’s wave, and occasionally the twain may meet, if your mind is open enough to the possibility that Yin and Yang can coexist: they are just two sides of the same quantum coin we use to tithe to that supreme deity, Reality.

Likewise (speaking of the Covid era, still percolating and shedding its repercussions as we speak) we can pose the question of what is happening today in the world at large:

Zeitgeist 2023: Chaos or Awakening?

Again, the answer depends on your lens, the story you live by. Are you sapped by fear, addicted to bad news, a reactor to Chaos? Or does all that darkness fuel an upsurge of redeeming Light, a mass Awakening to the exact degree that is demanded by the enormity of the challenge?

Both perspectives have evidence and legions of believers. Can they both be right? What is true?

You decide. But it’s also more than your own stance. Step back and consider the whole. Given the array of forces on both sides of the Battle for Reality, the War for the Future, it’s only fair to acknowledge that black and white are complementary, codependent, as twinned as Yin and Yang in the spinning world egg.

Choice then is more relevant to where you put your energy, how you spin your prayer wheel. You can choose to feed the madness with more anger and despair, or you can choose to ease the suffering with grace and equanimity. Either way, the dance continues, snarling met with kisses, darkness with dawn. Around the wet world rolls, seabirds flying in and out of our tawdry circus tents, bound at day’s end for a perch of silence before a setting sun.

Silex Scintillans

By William T. Hathaway

 “Seek and ye shall find,”

I keep telling myself,

seeking along in my sneakers,

trying to find the way back to you,

my source, course and goal.

The path gets steeper

as I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.

In this deep karma the sneakers have no hold,

so I boot it in hobnails

until the path disappears midway

into flinty rocks of despair.

The sun drops, light deserts me,

but in the dark night my soles

strike sparks from the flint

to show the way. But I stray

and am lost. I cry out,

and the sound bounces back from you,

steering me by sonic echoes.

Again I slip away, and they fade.

Bereft of hope, I can only surrender.

Body sinks to the ground;

mind sinks to its ground –

awareness without thought,

consciousness without an object.

There, humming and glowing, is your name,

Shivaya, leading me on. I follow your mantra

like a radar beacon deeper and deeper,

staying on your beam beyond matter and mind

into the transcendent. There I expand

into my true Self, which is you

– Shiva-Devi-Krishna-Buddha-Jesus –

my lord and redeemer,

the one all-pervading, all-encompassing Self

manifesting and masquerading as the universe.

As soon as I’m with you,

I think, “Wonderful!”

And you’re gone.

But tomorrow I’ll again seek and find,

going beyond body and thought into samadhi.

Gradually I’ll abide longer,

and eventually in enlightenment

I’ll never leave you

because I’ll embody you.

Shivo-ham, Shiva-swarupa.

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William T. Hathaway’s books won him a Rinehart Foundation Award and a Fulbright professorship in creative writing. His peace novel, Summer Snow, is the story of an American warrior falling in love with a Sufi Muslim and learning from her that higher consciousness is more effective than violence.

 

Big Heart So Wide Open

by Mankh

put away your small mind
and your tendency to size me up then let me down,
come to me with your big heart,
your big heart like a sacred site,
your big heart so wide open
i’ll confuse the throbbing for a valley with wildflowers and rolling hills

put away your petty regrets and bloodthirsty, ever-starving ego,
your false promises, blatant lies and silent movie hooligans–
in the deep quiet i can hear them all,
when limitless sky breathes easy after the rain
i can see everything,
with bay waters rhythmically massaging the shore
the salt scent rising into June air
feel all

come to me with your big heart,
your heart like the courage to deal with stage fright,
your big heart so wide open
i won’t know where the butterfly begins and the mountain ends

come to me with your big heart so wide open
i won’t know the difference between you and the forest
between me and the full moon,
we won’t know the difference between anything or anyone
a heart so big embracing all,
no favorite child, no best seller, no agenda, no win my favor
simply equilibrium in this breeze like the air in the  lungs
the way the ocean hugs the shore,
hearts so big no one knows
where the sand ends and the breathing deeply of briny air begins,
midday sun touching
every
being’s
skin


  ~ Mankh (Walter E. Harris III)
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