I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And from vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.

- Rumi

Our home is the playground of the gods, a bountiful meadow of unlimited adventure. Earth is an extraordinary place where the concentrated will of creative impulse seeks conscious, manifest expression, where guided evolution hosts ever-expanding possibilities for creative experience.

Earth and humankind are elaborate experiments ‘gone right’.

We have evolved an environment that accommodates the gods seeing through human eyes, feeling through human hearts, and creating through willing human minds and hands; an environment that hosts ever-expansive waves of divine consciousness and thrusts our inadequacies into transformational hyper-drive. We swim in the midst of this change at times struggling to stay afloat, at times discovering our nascent ability to soar above the waves. Today we stand on the cusp of a completely new realm for the expression of life.

It is akin to the extraordinary mass of an iceberg’s submerged content; our present awareness is the visible tip.

Everything we have been lies beneath the surface of our common present awareness. It is akin to the extraordinary mass of an iceberg’s submerged content; our present awareness is the visible tip. Above the surface, we engage the world, we see our face reflected in the water around us, we experience day and night. Yet it is the other parts of our being, absent and forgotten, that conspire to construct the greater definition of who we are.

It is an act of futile arrogance to identify solely with our perceived self. To do so is to deny the fullness of who we are. But to seek to know the totality of our being, to become aware of the hidden realities of ourselves, anchors us in the fullness of self-knowledge. To know ourselves fully as the iceberg and not solely as its cap extends to knowing more of the sea – that we are not merely floaters upon it but elemental to it and resident within it. This deeper understanding of the sea leads to a natural awareness of how best to navigate it. The wisdom we imbibe from knowing ourselves is limitless.

And so how do we construct our iceberg metaphor from the perspective of timelessness? If all that we have been lies beneath the surface, where resides all that we have yet to become? Surely, these too are as real as the invisible mass of an iceberg. Can we invite the possibility of an ethereal inverted berg hovering in the sky, the point of its tip meeting the point of the tip of our current awareness at this present time-space moment-place? What does this notion of a delicate, crystalline, inverted pyramid inspire? And how does this alter our perceptions of self? How real can this be? And how may we seek to know the possibility of this reality?

In a beautiful and quiet moment, place your awareness upon the ocean and you may immediately grasp the depth of stillness blanketing life, ripples of thought curdling to the surface, or the rush of life thundering creation to the shore.