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The Philosophy Contemplations Series

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Contemplations of Empathy

 “God sells us all things at the price of labor.” ~ Leonardo da Vinci speaking not so cryptically about the law of karma. In all aspects of life, you get what you put in.

When I was growing up, I had quite a hard life and yet I was always told that it will get better. “Don’t worry,” someone would assure me, “it will get better.”

Even my mother, the amazing soul she is, could see the suffering that I was going through and would try to make a promise she knew she could not keep by telling me the same. But for some of us, life won’t necessarily get any better; and depending on your mindset, that might not actually be a bad thing.

There is a certain type of miracle in simply being alive, and at our present time with such a wealth of information available at our fingertips. Anything and everything that our curiosity demands appears available, streaming even. With so much capacity for gaining knowledge in today’s society, ranging from the spiritual to the mundane, it truly presses the notion that each of us incarnated at this particular time for a particular lesson to be learned.

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One way of looking at life is that the more experience a person has, the more opportunities there are for each individual to actually learn from the lessons they were meant to, which in turn enables the growth their soul actually incarnated for, (it sounds a lot easier than it is apparently).

There is this beautiful concept in Eastern Philosophy called Wu Wei, while Taoist in nature, Wu Wei offers a rather stoic perspective of life that I often use to help myself understand the changing energies around me. Wu Wei literally translates the the action of non-action. Or what you are doing when you are doing nothing. This is basically a concept to get you to understand that first without action, there is still action being taken and those actions are your thoughts _ which in turn is the only thing we have under our full control over in life.

Heraclitus explains the natural evolution of the concept of Wu
Wei rather well with his infamous quote, “You can never step into the same river twice.”

Is the main concept trying to be put forth is that nothing remains the same and the only thing that remains constant is the flux.edb585c95bfdf4fd03275a24af54818c

This flux is basically that ever-changing push of life that takes our unrealized potential toward something new, for better or worse depending entirely upon our actions and intentions.

A large part of why I am so grateful for all that has transpired in my life can be attributed to the idea and philosophy continuing from the notion of flux.

When I look back in remembrance of everything, I have to smile and enjoy all of it because they were my experiences to have had. All the loves I burned so brightly for; all the amazing individuals that have crossed my path; the immense struggles that taught me vigilance through the strife; and especially the intense pain that gave me the strength to rise above it all.

Without the struggle, the beauty of our paths would fade in its importance. Yet, thanks to the Laws of Karma (in return for my reactions to this struggle), I was given a great gift of empathic wisdom.

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What is empathy? And what does being an empath or having a strong sense of empathic guidance mean?

Understanding empathy and what the difference is between empathy and sympathy is a good way of understanding a lot of the issues stemming from the many different personality types there are out there, which in turn stems from each person’s unique interpretation of reality.

There is only one reality, but with each sentient being capable of their own observation, there are also equal amounts (so likely infinite amounts) of interpretations of the one reality.  And as I showed in article, “The Current Shift in Consciousness“, scientists have learned from observations such as “The Double Slit Experiment” that we really do impact the reality around us simply by observing it. Thus, each of us truly co-creates all that we live and see, and strangely enough, a lot of what we don’t see as well.

Empathy is the phenomenon that occurs when one person triggers an empathic reaction in another based on a mutual understanding coming directly from a certain kind of connection that goes far beyond language. This is a physical, as well as an electrical reaction, one that can even be seen on the EM spectrum and is in actuality caused by a chemical response  in the heart. What some people call our “heart consciousness“.

Having a heightened level of empathy helps connect beings from an understanding of having physically, emotionally as well as spiritually having experienced something individually that connects each person to that same energy of that experience.

These are emotions dealing with a preternatural sense of knowing and feeling thing that a completely different person is feeling and knowing, simultaneously. Somewhat like the metaphysical equivalent of the soul’s emotional deja vu, but reality is not contingent upon our acceptance of its connectivity, it is merely colored by it. Neither is our awareness of any of this.

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Sympathy
is more of a psychological reaction to something, the difference of empathy and sympathy in this regard would mean you are dealing with a spiritual and emotional reaction (empathy) versus one solely based on the logic of cause and effect (sympathy). At some point as well in our contrasting of these two terms, we are perhaps simply only dealing with a certain level of vernacular, or how people choose to word things.

But in terms of an empathic versus a sympathetic reaction to something you are typically dealing with an (feminine/yin) emotional versus (male/yang) logistical reaction.  Knowing the difference between these two types of reactions and when to apply them can be very beneficial knowing which reactions are better suited to which problem or unexpected life event.

An example of a sympathetic reaction would be that a teacher feels bad that he has to fail a student that he likes based on his test scores, but the student did not do well enough on his test for a passing grade. The teacher exhibits a healthy level of sympathy in feeling bad for the student, but (using the male dominant logic of cause and effect) logically the teacher understands that the student and the teacher are both merely obliging to the structure and rules of their pedagogy and that an emotional or empathic reaction probably wouldn’t benefit the situation.

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Resigning yourself to the fact that the only thing that ever really stays the same is change, allows a certain kind of complacency which helps to align your mind with the power of the Now, which is in turn just the feeling and act of being completely present at that moment in time.

So in essence, it is we that must adapt to that concept that change is not only imminent, but necessary. Which is the same as realizing that you, yourself, are causing your own disappointments in life and could very well be holding yourself back from creating experiences that could change your life profoundly.

Life truly is an expression of your thoughts, which are in turn a half-step of the actions you will take, all of which end up reflecting your character, soul and purpose in life.

Remember that every intention has a purpose; but ask yourself; whose purpose are you serving? And are you ok with that…? If so, then you are in a beautiful place because no one can take that away from you; you are free.

Eric Anthony Crew

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7AWnfFRc7g&feature=youtu.be

Bestselling author, political adviser and social and ethical prophet Jeremy Rifkin investigates the evolution of empathy and the profound ways that it has shaped our development and our society. Taken from a lecture given by Jeremy Rifkin as part of the RSA’s free public events program..


 


 

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The Songs of the Spheres

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Songs of the Spheres: A Precessional Poem

by Eric Crew

As the sky pours out the heavens and the stars begin to fall,

When our days become much shorter and our words have grown too tall.

A forgetful trend of bitterness; our History that’s ensued, The stars will start their game again, the pieces have been renewed.

The Suns set soon upon the board; two Kings are all but left, Our minds yet turn to other things, more pressing than of this theft.

For the pawns have all retreated, our Time now put to test, In Space a tone has sounded; the Storm that follows rest.

Change will come chaotically and not at all as planned, With knowledge of these changes; the seers seen as damned.

At least by eyes untrained to see the truth of days that passed, But recognition is self-evident and with it happens fast;

The consciousness of duality, with its void laid bare to see, Which cocreates reality; which in turn will set you free.

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Do Not Follow – Zen Poetry

Do Not Follow

Zen Poetry.

Do not follow me;

Each step you take in my direction,

will be a step further away from yourself.

Do not listen to what I say;

My language is my own and will,

always be best understood by myself alone.

Do not think I need praise;

I am a King among Kings,

and the humblest of slaves.

Eric Anthony Crew

Eric Anthony Crew

September, 12 2011


My “GOD” Theorem

“Question with boldness even the existence of a god; because if there be one he must approve of the homage of reason more than that of blindfolded fear.” – Thomas Jefferson

Discussions, theories and discourses on religion or theological aspects are rarely clear or cut and dry; if they were, many of us would each be in agreement with the same  idea or theory thereof. That being stated, I would like to write out my own theory for why there is only one entity that some call “god” and my supporting thesis as to why we are all part of this same entity.

God (or fill in the “___” with your own desired nomenclature) is only capable of being ONE physical entity; meaning there is only ONE source for everything.

There is a great story that I will paraphrase for my use in explaining the perspective that most of us begin with; which is the idea of rejecting infinite regress, meaning that one does not believe in time as an endless stream, which would demand a “cause” & “effect” and “beginning” & end”.

Two Greek philosophers were curious about Atlas, the deity charged with holding the great weight of the world upon his shoulders.

As the one philosopher queried, “If Atlas holds up the Earth, what holds up Atlas?”

To which the other philosopher answered, “Well that’s simple my friend, Atlas is standing upon the back of a giant tortoise shell.”

At this the first man pondered for a moment and then asked again, “But then what does that tortoise stand on?”

As if anticipating this question the philosopher smiled and said, “Why, my good man! Its tortoises all the way down!”

I believe in the rejection of infinite regress is incorrect and that time is really just an illusion caused in part by our dualistic perspective and the necessity of mass adhering to the vibrational frequency of our third dimensional constructs. This partly explains why the greatest minds of our time and were never able to get past the issues of “time”, “god”, or the “Big-Bang” in most philosophical contexts – nor were they able to fully convince others of their ideas either.

So; if we are to accept that “time” is merely a fallacy demanded by our need to measure the immeasurable and that there is no true beginning nor end to anything (think of the very pertinent looping shape of the infinity symbol) we are finally able to let go of the largest hurdles in contemplating the divine. Continuing with this pattern of thought, let us also then accept the postulation that time is not inherent in the Universe and so there never was a beginning to “God” nor will there be an end. By accepting this we are able to somewhat fix the problems we have when trying to explain the origins of the Universe; as we always get caught up on the beginning of things.

“A twisted ring of gas, one that stretches more than 600 light-years across the heart of the Milky Way galaxy, has been discovered by astronomers using the powerful infrared Herschel space telescope. The gaseous ring, which gives birth to new stars, has a kink in the middle, such that it looks like a cosmic infinity symbol.” SPACE.com

Moving on from this we now have to assume that there is a FIRST source, or a FIRST MOVER, or God if you will (that which is unmoved by others, uncontrolled by others and thus not contingent upon the existence of anything other than itself) … and so now there is 1.

From this 1 (“god”) we get everything.The proof of this is the idea that “god” made us all from itself; if you can accept the above postulation; then you must also believe that “god” was/is the only and first entity that had to use its own fabric/self to create everything else. If this was not the case then we would instead have 2 original entities; “god” and the “fabric” or the material from which “god” created all forms of life. If there were 2 original entities (god & the fabric), we would the have to reject infinite regress again because something would have had to have “made” the fabric and “god” or one to have come before the other; which again would not make sense within the parameters of infinite regress.

Therefore, “god”, or the Source, must have made all forms of life, matter and frequencies from its own material; else again there would have been two sources. Thus we now have a passable explanation for the idea that there not only a first source – often referred to as God – but that we are all made of this being and thus… are all god.


Eric Anthony Crew

A Runner’s Song

A Runner’s Song

Inhale.
Before I go there is always a feeling of calm that grips me.
A satisfying rush above all others before I begin.
Exhale.

Forward.
Constantly moving forward.
I would look back if I were brave, but the inertia keeps me in check.
Inhale.

My steps;
Elongated from my stride, crash along the pavement below me.
That abrasive sound pushes me even further.
Exhale.

Nothing.
Nothingness moves me.
The moment the ground is pushed away from my foot it becomes just that,
Nothing.

Inhale.
I seek the difficult paths or dangerous trails to travel.
The city provides me with living obstacles to confront, unlike the wild woods.
Exhale.

Forward.
I should stop now that I see the road isn’t clear ahead.
Yet, somehow I know when I get to that point the way will be opened, so I press on.
Forward.

Inhale.
So, I continue, no concept of anything other than what I am doing.
No ideas or beliefs to stop me now, I just am.
Nothing.

Eric Anthony Crew
April 16, 2010

Death Watch

Angels In Heaven watch down on me,
Even though I do not see,

Keeping Death away at bay,
No matter what I do or say,

He’s come for me once before,
My soul was claimed and was no more,

My heart was silent, I took no breath,
Until my Angels took me from Death,

Rekindled was my breath and heart,
A second chance for life to start,

Perhaps that’s why I cannot see,
These Angels that watch down on me,

Keeping Death away at bay,
No matter what I do or say.

Eric Anthony Crew

AP Note: This poem was written by me many years back, during a time when I did not understand my place in the world and was often obsessed with my stint with Death.

I was dead for over 7 minutes and later was in a coma for a while when I was only 14, an event that would later shape my understanding of… everything. But only after a period of transition, this poem marked the beginning of that transition.

I guess my point for bringing this up is to say that everything changes; even the darkest of nights ends in a beautiful dawn.

-Eric A Crew

It’s Me – A Self Portrait


A Self Portrait

It’s me;

I am the order strewn about my floor in sporadic chaos.
Each paper blooming out from the other like a fire,
Twisting in fragments of neglected thoughts and ink,
Forgotten like a kaleidoscope of partial dreams.

Scrutinize the pallets and I am there;

I tread slowly along the solemn blues in my sobriety.
My desire for affection is splayed in the spotty smears of desperate reds.
And my envy has its roots deep beneath the incorrigible greens,
Begrudging what I desire as it grows slyly across the page.

I am that surge of anticipation before starting;

That fleeting moment of clarity as a masterpiece rears its head from the future,
The lingering fetor of paint reeks of my own stubborn miasma.
Its resolve mirrors my own like the shifting consistency of clay,
Easily changed yet through fire and force I am hardened.

I am that dreadful resentment upon completion;

The ache of a medium as it fades from potential to actual.
I am the question that follows and thus always remain the answer.
I realize then that I am not an artisan, for it is art that dictates me.
I am contingent of art and of its existence and otherwise just wouldn’t be.

Eric Anthony Crew

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Originally Written 4/16/2010



As The Storm Rages
A powerful thunder rolls over the sky like a dragon,
It’s hypnotic song dances through the malevolent clouds,
The darkness that encroached the land brightens before my very eyes.

Explosions of light strike down at the beaten Earth,

As if to remind the living of a stronger Force.
The sky is sullen and wary; ready for its renewal,
Yet, in the absence of color and light; there is still beauty,
That magnificent void that can be seen without eyes,Experienced without flesh and heard with no sound.
Yet under these blanketing clouds, I find redemption;
In the shifting rain, I find your comfort,
The pressure of each drip is like your hand guiding me forward.
In the howling wind, I hear your wisdom,
The sounds of your whispers are all around me and within,
And through the Darkness, I can feel your Light,
Your Soul,
Your presence,
And I know.
I understand;
That in me,
 Your love will live forever.

I Stand Alone

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I Stand Alone
Eric Anthony Crew

 

Into the green fields and luscious foliage I roam,

Embracing the sweet smell of roses and flowers as I tread,

Smiling, wider still; I inhale the particles of air and dander that beseech my lungs to a deeper taste.

Around myself, a great loneliness encompasses me.

I find myself comforted by the stillness of the night,

For we are never truly alone.

The towering trees wash over me with their cold shadows,

Kissing my skin lightly as I wander further into the path that beckons me.

What great thoughts and images have I endured that I will never remember?

What horrible things have I done that I will never forget?

A bittersweet complacency fills me as I realize that nothing will ever matter more than this very moment.

As my eyes open wide once again to my reality,

My solemn expression brightens the cold city that surrounds me.

The symphony of the wind cuts into my ears as the temperature melts into my consciousness.

The busy lives of many men flow like a stream between the still and silent buildings around me,

My breath escapes from me and is torn away into the night.

As I search the crowd for another to notice as I do the inconsequential details of life,

I once again look up from the masses and watch as the empty sky swallows the rooftops.

Suddenly, I remember the roses blooming and the sun fleeting through the leaves in the trees,

I remember the smells of spring and the tides of a distant shore calling.

And amidst the crowd under the shrouding darkness of the city,

I remember that immense loneliness that makes time stand still.

And as the next pass of wind washes over me, a smile spreads,

For that is the most comforting feeling of all.

April 16th, 2010


City Smiles

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