Soul-Sisters
Back in the 80s and early 90s, when shoulder pads were in fashion and cassette tapes ruled the airwaves, I was fortunate enough to be part of a remarkable group of women. Every week, we would gather together in one of our homes, drinking tea and sharing ideas and soon the room was overflowing with love, laughter, and scattered notes, ready to embark on intellectual adventures that would boggle the mind.
The topics we delved into were nothing short of mind-bending. We questioned the very nature of existence, challenging ourselves with enigmatic conundrums that pushed the boundaries of our understanding. One such question that often occupied our thoughts was the contemplation of the origin of the universe itself. If the universe emerged from a void of nothingness, we would ponder, what did that nothingness itself originate from? It was a perplexing notion, inviting us to explore the mysteries beyond the human grasp.
Our discussions didn't stop at the creation of the universe. We dared to traverse the realms of time, contemplating the concept of linear time within the bounds of duality. Curiosity led us to wonder, does time cease to exist altogether as frequency accelerates? We marveled at the possibility that within higher densities, where timeless eternity reigns, the empty void of nothingness persists, erasing any notion of beginnings and endings. In such a state of perpetual existence we pondered the implications it held for the Big Bang theory. Could it be that the Big Bang never truly occurred, or perhaps it is an ongoing moment of cosmic inception?
But it wasn't just the cosmic enigmas that captivated our imaginations. We ventured into the realm of perception itself, questioning the very nature of reality. With fervent deliberation, we discussed the intriguing notion that this universe might exist solely as a dream or a hologram, a mere illusionary playground for our consciousness. It fascinated us to consider the possibility that we were but players, participating in this grand game of life. Perhaps our bodies were nothing more than physical vessels, allowing us to engage in this cosmic experiment. If so, we mused, can the reality that surrounds us even be considered real?
Our discussions ultimately led us towards the tantalizing idea of a holographic or simulated reality, where our existence is but a thought, an abstract idea. It posed a deep existential question: what are we, truly? Are we merely figments of consciousness, pawns in a cosmic symphony?
As the years have passed, the questions we pondered may have found answers or evolved into new inquiries. But the spirit of those women and our heartfelt discussions, the hunger for knowledge, and the thirst for understanding still burns brightly within me. And as I look back on those mornings with my group of dear friends, I am reminded of the sheer pleasure we found in exploring the vast unknown, unified in our pursuit of truth amidst a sea of infinite possibilities.