Monday, July 14, 2025
Sometimes I feel like an infinite, open decision room where my fate lies “above my head.” Sometimes, I feel like a innocent child whose chores are made known, one at a time. It’s as if there is a sense of deep decision-making above me, and stuff from “on high” trickles “down,” into a filtered simplicity, a one-thing-at-a-time sensation called the present moment.
It’s a feeling of being a funnel. At the upper end is the macrocosm, the infinite, female openness. At the lower end is the opposing male “tip,” the infinite microcosm of focus. I sense both phenomena of divine mystery dancing within me – communion if you will. If I ascend to the open vastness of the female abstraction, I disappear in overwhelm. It’s too wide and free. As I descend into the infinite maleness, I disappear in what seems like endless levels of sharp focus. There seems no end to this seeming polarity. Cohabitation in community, in communication.
Therefore, what starts as conflict becomes a cease fire, then tolerance. From there, we transmute to the communicative stage, where dialogue ensues between macro and micro. We see how the seemingly opposing sides work in tandem, like a wave, male and female. But there is further unity. Communication, or community begins to become communion and both the open end and the infinite sharpness (male and female) unite in a bond that expands forever in love.
Welcome to immunity. Imm – UNITY. This is where the bond is so strong between male and female, where love abounds in so much space, it overtakes the sensation of separateness altogether. The once-individualized “me” against “the world” becomes a United Kingdom with no ruler, no follower, no fight. The spaciousness of love has swallowed up both “ends” of the conflicted individual. Welcome to immUnity. At this stage of recovery, fear has no prayer.