A new friend asked me this question; they have a basic notion about spiritual matters and ‘Monads’, so I gave this quick
response; I guess everything is obvious to the guy who remembered it/created it, but explaining it IS a good idea!
“Platonic as it has to do with ‘ideals’, only the observation (I’m a seer) is that the non-ideal
‘forms’ vastly outnumber the ‘ideal forms’. (perfect geometric shapes is the common
example, though animal forms are often used too).
That leads to the saying within PS, “Reality is Broken by Design”.
Without all the tossing around among the ‘broken bits’ (the Monads and their interactions,
there would be no ‘reality, as lets call it “unmanifest reality” (POTENTIALITY) is in perfect
and complete balance, but has no ACTIVE forms, just the POTENTIAL for all those forms,
both ‘ideal’ and ‘not-ideal’. There is actually no ideal, everything that is ‘manifest’ is of
necessity ‘not ideal’ (ideal is to be ONLY POTENTIAL, as that is the only stable state).
Dreams of the incomplete by the complete.
There is no ‘above or below space’ of ‘higher reality; it’s all ‘flat’. This very moment
we are Monads interacting, telling their stories, right here, right now, and all at once,
like in the ‘block universe’ of physics, and we all honor ‘The Gentleman’s Agreement”
that is the only thing ‘baked into us’, other than mere BEINGNESS.
It’s not ‘imposed by ‘above’ or ‘god’. It’s much more basic than that; the Monads that
don’t honor the ‘Gentleman’s Agreement’ go ‘poof!’ and cease existing as apparently
‘separate beings’. It’s self-reinforcing, not imposed. This following parable*** is a beautiful
example of this:
*** THE PRINCE AND THE MAGICIAN
from The Magus by John Fowles
Once upon a time there was a young prince, who believed in all things but three. He did not believe in princesses, he did not believe in islands, he did not believe in God. His father, the king, told him that such things did not exist. As there were no princesses or islands in his father’s domains, and no sign of God, the young prince believed his father.
But then, one day, the prince ran away from his palace. He came to the next land. There, to his astonishment, from every coast he saw islands, and on these islands, strange and troubling creatures whom he dared not name. As he was searching for a boat, a man in full evening dress approached him along the shore.
“Are those real islands?” asked the young prince.
“Of course they are real islands,” said the man in evening dress.
“And those strange and troubling creatures?”
“They are all genuine and authentic princesses.”
“Then God also must exist!” cried the prince.
“I am God,” replied the man in full evening dress, with a bow.
The young prince returned home as quickly as he could.
“So you are back,” said his father, the king.
“I have seen islands, I have seen princesses, I have seen God,” said the prince reproachfully.
The king was unmoved. “Neither real islands, nor real princesses, nor a real God, exist.”
“I saw them!”
“Tell me how God was dressed.”
“God was in full evening dress.”
“Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?”
The prince remembered that they had been. The king smiled. “That is the uniform of a magician. You have been deceived.”
At this, the prince returned to the next land, and went to the same shore, where once again he came upon the man in full evening dress. “My father the king has told me who you are,” said the young prince indignantly. “You deceived me last time, but not again. Now I know that those are not real islands and real princesses, because you are a magician.”
The man on the shore smiled. “It is you who are deceived, my boy. In your father’s kingdom there are many islands and many princesses. But you are under your father’s spell, so you cannot see them.”
The prince returned pensively home. When he saw his father, he looked him in the eyes. “Father, is it true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?”
The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves. “Yes, my son, I am only a magician.”
“Then the man on the shore was God.”
“The man on the shore was another magician.”
“I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic.”
“There is no truth beyond magic,” said the king.
The prince was full of sadness. He said, “I will kill myself.”
The king by magic caused death to appear. Death stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses “Very well,” he said. “I can bear it.”
“You see, my son,” said the king, “you too now begin to be a magician.”
Kevin Cann
12/12/2024