SpacetimePhysicists, astronomers, astrophysicists, and all others who gaze at the cosmos to study its mechanics, were dumbstruck in 1905 when special theory exploded the scientific concept of the three-dimensional geometry of the universe. Eleven years later, Schwarzschild’s first modern resolution of general relativity, calculated to its dreadful finality, further astonished the science world. While science was able to conceive the reality of a four-dimensional universe, it was beyond dumbstruck when it came to the end of spacetime. Even Einstein refused to accept the conclusion of his own equations. He was so overwhelmed and despondent by the inevitability of his own calculations that he would spend the rest of his life trying to refute his own math and preserve his own concept of general theory from the inconceivable pressure and violence at the brink of the event horizon, or at the incredible detonation spark of the Big Bang. Many modern physicists of today feel the same devastating conclusion Einstein felt. Thus, they seek other conclusions, refuting the math of the past, including Einstein’s, and seek to find other theories that can lead not to answers to the questions they have about the unknown reality we exist in, but just lead to the correct questions they should ask. In other words: modern physicists have become so humbled by the immensity and complexity of the known universe that they no longer believe any of the answers they once thought we knew about it. In the modern age of science, physicists are simply looking for the correct question(s) to ask in order to acquire the most basic answers concerning natural physics. Whether they use the tetrahedron,or introduce the jewel-like amplituhedron, science is seeking places and new ways to interpret and understand the universe, even at its most basic level. In the wake of all the chaos, modern science has become blind and deaf. While I do not like to see confusion, preferring to teach and reveal the secrets of life and the universe, I must admit it is comforting to me to see the most brilliant scientific minds left as dumbfounded as a newborn infant when confronted with the end of spacetime and the approach to gravitational singularity. “The ascension to the tenth level of intellectual heaven,” says Nima Arkani-Hamed, describing the ultimate goal of physics, “would be if we find the question to which the universe is the answer, and the nature of that question in and of itself explains why it was possible to describe it in so many different ways.” “It now appears that the answers surround us. It’s the question we don’t know.” I know the questions and, more importantly, the answers science seeks. Time No MoreIn the end of days, the transcendent Gardener will declare that there should be time no longer. But if time will be no more then, then time is no more now. This is what science fears. It is why science no longer wants to believe their own math as it breaks down at the singularity. Science has stopped trying to conclude and progress toward the singularity. I refuse to stop. I will continue toward the singularity. I will continue toward the unknowable (knowable) question. As science runs from the truth of the math, I do not run away in fear, but take a stand to know the truth. As science runs from the truth of the singularity, I not only embrace its reality, I seek it. As science trembles in dread at the destruction of their laws of physics, I realize the fallacy of resisting the mathematical precision of gravitational singularity. I accept the conception of “time no more” that the transcendent Gardener declares. I live for “time no more.” SingularityI live to exist in the singularity. In the Arimathea Garden, I strive to follow the math toward the singularity. There, at the feet of the transcendent Gardener, I feel the pressures of life end. I feel pain and sickness expire. In the Arimathea Garden, death is no more. As in the cosmos, spacetime is warped and bent in Arimathea’s singularity. Time has come to a stop there. Within the amended soil, by the Gardener’s preparation of the seed to the root, I return to an earlier, different place and time. I live a new life that I should’ve lived. Those whom I have loved and lost live again in the soil of my ultimate perfection. I am happy and complete in Arimathea’s singularity. I see myself as I am, not as I was. I recover the people and things I’ve lost. I see my greatest hope and treasure in the garden and believe that all things are possible. I believe and I hope. In the singularity at the center of Arimathea’s perfection—even to the end of time—life will never end. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Andre Benz, Jesse Collins, Marten Bjork, Jonatan Pie, Les AndersonThe post Singularity—The Ultimate Emergence of Life was originally published on The Baltazar Bolado Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/singularity-the-ultimate-emergence-of-life/
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4.5 Billion YearsIn the germ of an unblemished idea comes the creative immensity of the transcendent Carpenter. It is this immensity that I attempt to discover when I reach for my tools. The firmament rests upon a framework of unfathomable dimensions and incalculable magnitudes. Upon each subatomic particle, upon the minutest substrate, the transcendent Carpenter assembles the heavens to sustain our existence. From the troposphere, into the stratosphere, ascending and elevating into mesosphere, the perfection and balance of the transcendent Carpenter’s creative power humbles the human spirit. In my life, there’s so much I’ve attempted to learn about the creation we exist in. From the large bodies and objects that hang on the fabric of the cosmos, to the most basic elements that drive our continuation, I am left stunned at the marvel of this creation. My intelligence is unable to comprehend the brilliance of such an awesome construction. Science says that our earth is 4.5 billion years old. It would take me every single one of those years to describe the emotions I feel when I observe a butterfly or a bee gracefully flutter through the summer air, or when I catch the fragrance of a fresh flower. I am a writer—a wordsmith of ideas and stories, a composer of literary fiction—and yet, if I were granted to live for 4.5 billion years, I believe I would still be unable to put into words the amazement and wonder I feel when I gaze across the horizon at the spectacle of a sunset. No amount of time would be sufficient for my intellect to process such tremendous virtuosity. Dark EnergyJust when science said it was misguided and a deceased theory, yet another new string theory structural concept that incorporates dark energy has emerged. Ever since science realized that the universe was expanding at an ever-accelerating rate—that the catalyst for its expansion is the dominant presence of “dark energy” throughout the cosmos—science has been preoccupied with learning exactly what dark energy is. The new string theory, referred to as “The Bubble Universe”, follows all the pervious string theories that science has rejected, and that math has refuted. It has long been hoped that string theory will prove the existence of dark energy, moreover, that it will provide a unified field theory—a theory of everything—the ultimate desideratum of Einstein’s General Theory. Unless its foundation is centered upon stronger models and perceptions, science will ultimately fail to discover the secrets that remain hidden under the fabric of this creation. Throughout the cosmos there exist clues of what dark matter is. But like the earthly carpenter that desires to conceal and disguise the fastener methods employed in the project, so the transcendent Carpenter hides the fasteners He used to fasten the entire universe into the singular fabric of all existence. Comparable to the transcendent carpenter’s skill to conceal the fasteners and buckles used to fabricate His creation of the universe, so I, the earthly carpenter, make use of joinery and woodcraft to accomplish aesthetics in my finished creations. He is far more efficient than I in concealing His artistry and skill. The transcendent Carpenter is not only a builder, He is a creator of awesome talent and skill. There’s so much of the cosmos we don’t know about. This will continue through our existence in this realm. But our deficiency of understanding should not suspend or obstruct our appreciation of the work and craftsmanship of the transcendent Carpenter. On a dark, stormy night I witnessed the spectacle of the Almighty across the evening skies. The immediate heavens above me displayed a clear night sky, the heavenly beauty of stars and planets extending out into a seemingly measureless forever. However, in the distant sky, a thick cloud cluster covered the heavens and a violent lightning storm ignited. Standing upon a hill, I witnessed the storm in awe. As each lightning bolt exploded in the night, I was mesmerized by the violence and beauty of the spectacle. I cared not how the heavenly wonder sat suspended above me, or its logical significance to earthly survival. I lost my breath at the splendor of the heavens. Taking in the celestial magnificence directly above me, I looked out at the massive lightning bolts flashing across the distant sky. And I marveled. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Klemen Vrankar, Yash Raut, Jonathan Bowers, JR Korpa http://www.baltazarbolado.com/constructing-and-filling-eternity-the-carpenters-greatest-gift/ http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/Creator—The Creative Immensity of the Transcendent Carpenter was originally seen on Baltazar Bolado from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/creator-the-creative-immensity-of-the-transcendent-carpenter/ Calculated PhilosopherThe transcendent Fisherman is a calculated philosopher. Like the profound deliberations of the Gardener and the Carpenter, the Fisherman is an explorer and a traveler through the infinite dimensions of a higher consciousness. Deeply rooted in the serenity of the water’s coolness, the Fisherman is in complete understanding of the dimensions that compose divine awareness and earthly reality. Precisely sensitive to the tempestuous probabilities of the wave function, and the effect they have on the rudimentary elements of the cosmos, the transcendent Fisherman is eternal, never aging, lifted into a timeless idea of life, peace, and unadulterated truth. Out in the fresh water, translated within the wave function, the Fisherman is not bothered by agendas, myths and false hypotheses, nor fear mongering. Far away from the cares of this world, the Fisherman seeks to capture the full breath of earthly wonder. Across the water’s span flows the energy of the quantum wave function. Embedded into the fabric of aquatic and terrestrial substance, the wave function exists in peace and chaos, in time and timelessness, in life and death. There is no judgment too severe, no thought too dire, no measurement too limited or unlimited that can separate the Fisherman from the most important moment—the instant of the abundant fullness of life. In the fullness and richness of life, the transcendent Fisherman seeks to experience the infinite dimensions of the soul and learn the boundless secrecies of the human consciousness. Nothing is wrong or right—there is law, but it is not preserved to condemn, rather to discover the limits of consciousness, consequently to sustain life. Higher Consciousness of LoveWe know infinitely little about the true reality of the universe. Throughout the seasons, the Fisherman communicates with the rudimentary elements of the water and the air in an act of faith. One cannot understand the mystery of the wave function without faith. Science’s defiance of the naked mathematical precision revealing some of the wave function’s properties, as well as the seemingly catastrophic destruction of all mathematical equations leading to the unknown realities of the measurement problem, has caused science to lose momentum in the discovery of our true reality. That is why science has resisted the entire concept of the wave function. Moreover, until science humbles itself and pursues the unfathomable measurement of faith, it will never unravel the contradictions and separations of the elements that demarcate the quantum measurement problem. Faith is the substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not yet seen. Thus, faith is a substance that can be measured and determined. It can be touched, smelled, and felt. Science, in its close-minded rigidness, necessitates substance—evidence—to offer proof that something or someone exists. Never did science consider that invisibility was a big part of our reality. Now, science has been confronted with the evidence that ninety-nine percent of all the atoms in the known universe are empty space and that more than ninety-nine percent of the cosmos is composed of things and substances that are invisible. Furthermore, science has confirmed that there are places in the universe where time is no more. This is incredibly significant to me. I have fought a war against time my entire life. For the past nine years, I have attempted to freeze time using the tools and weapons I have worked to develop since I was a young child. If time is no more, then I have no enemies left. Like the Fisherman, I am free to live in absolute harmony with the cosmos and discover the consciousness of my highest hope. All of my life, I have lived a life of faith. Without faith, I could not envision the incredible future of my dreams. Without faith, I could not hope for an infinitely more abundant life. Without faith, I could not plan for eternity. Without faith, I could not experience the higher consciousness of love...and stay there. Every moment, the Fisherman is alive. Sheltered in the deep wood and the restful water, the transcendent Fisherman fashions the line and hook, and casts a line into the chaos and disorder of the measurement problem. By faith, the Fisherman speaks to the water and the air, and the fish materializes. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Jonathan Zerger, Fabrice Villard, Mathew Schwartz, Conrad Zielband http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/The following post Faith Dimensions—The Fisherman’s Quantum Emergence See more on: The Official Baltazar Bolado Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/faith-dimensions-the-fishermans-quantum-emergence/ Discoveries vs. Funny EnergyThere may be some who will think that the subjects of this blog—the transcendent Carpenter, the transcendent Fisherman, and the transcendent Gardener—are metaphorical representations I employ to make sense of our earthly reality. They may conjecture that the otherworldly elements I reference, and the fantastic accounts of the Carpenter, the Fisherman, and the Gardener I describe, are figments of a hyperactive imagination. They would be wrong. Many of the scientific descriptions and assertions in this blog have been confirmed, or are being established, by the scientific community. Nonetheless, it’s understandable if this blog is unintelligible to some or preposterous to others. Through the years, up to the modern era, even the scientific community has been reluctant to believe their scientific equations, going so far as to “fudge” their computations to ease their incredulity and satisfy their idea of reality. Einstein’s “fudge” or “funny energy” adjustment to his E = mc2 requires far more faith than believing in an expanding universe. Yet, because an expanding universe means the cosmos had a beginning, he couldn’t reconcile the math. Einstein chose to not only reject his calculations, but to outright change them. It was this same obstinate behavior that caused science to ridicule my high school theories on invisibility, nothingness, and eternity, to name a few. I admit that it was hurtful to me that science would reject my theories and beliefs without even bothering to look deeper into their substance. But I refused to allow certain members of the science community to dissuade my research, although the resistance increased after I graduated high school and entered the adult world. Through the years, the solace of seeing modern science confess and reference the actuality of many of my conclusions and discoveries has brought me immense satisfaction. Breeze of EternityWhen I was five years old, I first experienced eternity. I was on a school playground chasing Suzy Kollwitz (made up name to protect the innocent). Suzy was beautiful to me, in ways I couldn’t possibly understand, and yet all my little boy mind could think about was how to get close to her. On this particular day, my childish inquisitiveness was getting the best of me and I was trying to look up Suzy’s dress. Just at the moment when I was about to satisfy my curiosity, I felt the earth stop. All time came to a standstill, and the playground faded away into nothingness. Only the brightness of the sun, the gentle air, and the fundamental elements of the earth remained. Subsequently, I witnessed a brighter light descend from Heaven. It was then that I perceived a Higher Consciousness, much greater than anything I had ever felt. In the Higher Consciousness, I felt the breeze of eternity. It scared my young fragile mind. Like my innocent mind was at the time, the Higher Consciousness was eternal, but childlike. Its innocent quality made me feel safe and secure. I wasn’t afraid anymore. Incomprehensible Thoughts of EndlessnessThe definitive objective of the earthly carpenter is to attain perfection in his craftsmanship. In contrast, it’s at the apex of perfection where the transcendent Carpenter begins His work. From the first instance of touch and measurement, the wood is wrought, fashioned, and—if need be—bent and curved to the will of a Master who refuses to yield His brilliance to anything less than infinite ascendency. Such absolute dominance is unapproachable on the earth; the Carpenter is unequaled in His courage and daring. Willing to lose everything heavenly, even risk His immortality to construct the fullness of His consciousness and vision, the Carpenter measured the vastness of the space fabric and, long ago, crafted His mighty creation: eternity. The creation of eternity is a greatness reserved to Divinity. Essentially, the foundation of eternity is the origin of all things, and where the hidden mysteries of creation are kept—even its own. Further than eternity’s immense vastness, sheltered by a colossal northern void, the Carpenter cut into the celestial wood and built a secret place to plan the deep, incomprehensible thoughts of endlessness. LonelinessLike a surgeon, the Carpenter cut the wood at the unblemished grain and constructed the magnificent dimension of eternity. In the ferocious manifestation, there was no beginning and no end. Fashioned by the astounding vacuity of emptiness, a dreadful loneliness endured. Thereafter, a horrible pain was felt. Dormant inside the immeasurable emptiness of the northern void, the terrible loneliness pricked the heart of God. Across the span of eternity, the Carpenter searched for the materials to ease the pain and suffering of loneliness. Somehow, He had to fill the dark, lonely void. With tools that flourish beyond the cosmos, the Carpenter dared to envision and build a structure to hold the emptiness and pain, not allowing it to escape. There in the dark cosmos, the Carpenter filled the nothingness of eternity with His greatest gift, and the dreadful loneliness was no more. The Carpenter filled eternity with love. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Sasha Freemind, Jesse Collins, Christophe Dutour, Samuel Austin http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/Constructing and Filling Eternity—The Carpenter’s Greatest Gift was originally published to http://www.baltazarbolado.com/ from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/constructing-and-filling-eternity-the-carpenters-greatest-gift/ Return to EdenThe Gardner speaks words of the celestial Writer. Moved to carnal death by ancient emotions and ground to a fine, insignificant earthly dust by His humility, the spirit of the Gardener speaks with profound poetic elegance to the soil, the laceleaf, and the cherry bud. In the absolute vacuum within Arimathea’s event horizon, the Gardener plunges His hands into the rich soil and prepares the earth with words too unlimited and awesome to articulate. I feel inadequate by the Gardener’s brilliance and yearning. Dormant and protected by the soil of the garden, I am stirred to the pith and singularity of my emotions by such beautiful verses and libretti. Every day I beg for the hands of the Gardener to stir my earth and dirt and return to me the incarnation of my excellence. I so much want to believe that life is eternal. That despite its cold and hardness, death will never extinguish the magnificence that I feel when the Gardener touches my soul and crushes me to a fine dust. At the highest point of consciousness and awareness, only eternity can hold the glorious splendor of life sheltered by Arimathea’s event horizon. In the Garden of the Resurrection, I hope to recover the love I’ve lost and see my Father and Mother again. In the late night, I call out to the blessed muse to comfort me as the Gardener quickens the parts of my frozen nucleus and makes my life new. In my higher consciousness, I never forget how wonderful the breath is. As I approach the singularity of my highest consciousness, I never let go of the goodness of virtue and innocence. Humbled by the Gardener’s affection, I believe in mercy until the sunrise. In the mighty Tetragrammaton of the Gardener, a forgiving declaration breathes its life across Arimathea, and into eternity the Savior is resurrected from a cold exodus. The Resurrection is a return to Eden. Buried in Eden’s sacred ground, the Tree of Life dwells. By eating the perfect food of The Tree of Life, death and sickness will be no more. Duality ParadoxArimathea is a young garden on the northern side of my home’s property line. I began planting on its fallow ground about eighteen years ago. Before I planted the Japanese Maple that fronts the garden, I had never planted a living thing. My dad had died a few years prior, and I was still feeling the pain of losing such a great man. His spirit—he was a proficient gardener—inspired me to plant a garden, so I found myself at the local landscaping business surveying the trees. Not sure what I was looking for, I knew when I first laid eyes on the Maple that it was everything I could’ve ever wanted to be my first planting. Most people probably would’ve started much smaller, but I was moved by Dad’s memory and bought the tree. The comprehensive process of preparing the ground for the planting of the tree took me longer than I had planned, and before I knew it, it was getting dark. “What should I do, Dad?” I pleaded into the night. “What should I do? Wait until tomorrow morning to plant your tree?” The answer came instantly. “Don’t wait. Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. Take action now.” Visions of my father inundated my mind. A man of action, Dad never put off actions he could take on today. With a burst of newfound energy, I ran and jumped into my car and drove it to the front of the garden. Using the car’s lights, I continued my work. Three hours later, with the approach of the midnight hour, the Maple was properly planted into the ground that it still occupies today. It didn’t look like much, standing alone in the night. But even in the darkness, without need of light, I could sense Dad’s spirit coursing through the laceleaf. The Acer palmatum is, and always will be, the center of the Arimathea Garden. Years have passed, but the garden is still young and vibrant. With each passing day, the garden becomes younger, harboring and protecting the treasured memories of my life. Within the Arimathea Garden exists the event horizon wherein rests the singularity of my consciousness. It is my everything. In the cool night, within Arimathea’s peace and tranquility, I seek the rhyme and reason of life’s seasons. I war against the evil of this existence and wage combat to save and protect the innocence of Life. My muses are not the loud and boisterous in this world’s chaos. There, within Arimathea’s gentle soil and quiet air, my higher-consciousness fuses with the duality paradoxand catches the metaphysical (spiritual) wave lengths. In my heart, the muse within the blossom and the leaf arouses my understanding and inflames my soul. I speak with the poetic eloquence of my old essence. And in the romantic emancipation of my soul, I am reborn into a better creation. Remember me in Paradise, Protector of Elysium. My zealous wish is that the virtuousness I first felt in Your Higher Consciousness of Love infuses my root and branch and enlivens me. If you remember me into the night, speaking words of Life and Truth, I know I will exist in the good rich soil of Eden, Arimathea, and Heaven forever. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Alexander Bolado http://www.baltazarbolado.com/gardener-a-fountain-of-gardens-a-well-of-living-waters-and-the-tree-of-life/ http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/Eden’s Poet—Arimathea’s Timeless Earthly Poetries is courtesy of Baltazar's Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/edens-poet-arimatheas-timeless-earthly-poetries/ After an extremely harsh and long winter, the Japanese Weeping Cherry has finally awakened and fully blossomed. The Arimathea Garden is entranced by its beauty. http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/ The following post Arimathea Garden is republished from The Official Baltazar Bolado Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/arimathea-garden/ FaithThe Fisherman is an unearthly dreamer. Hoping on a prayer to find the misplaced, He is relentless in recovering the lost. Beneath the clear blue sky, searching the watercourse for the secret hiding places of the soul, a masterwork of cunning and ingenuity triggers the weight of the line to skip across the watery surface. With captivating substance, the Fisherman’s cast of faith opens portals into the heavenly wealth, energizing the rudiments of the universe to come together, willingly, to feed the hungry spirit. Fusing brilliance and vision, the Fisherman’s force and might commands the earth’s nourishment to materialize onto His hook. Caught between a wish and plea, it is only by faith that the line and hook compel such a handsome reward. Faith is a hard thing to fathom. It is written that only a small amount of faith can remove a mountain and cast it into the sea. Science has not fully investigated such an incredible declaration, struggling with the knowledge that it takes earthquakes eons to form the elevations and highlands. To comprehend the subtraction of a mountain with such a small amount of substance does not seem possible. Most of the mountain ranges came to be through orogenesis, the major thrusting and folding of the earth’s crust, including major seismic events. After the violence of an earthquake—an occurrence that unleashes the force of the earth’s entire core—the mountains are barely moved. The release of nuclear ferocity, through the reactions of subatomic elements, is new to our science. Yet, the splitting or fusing of atomic nuclei does not release the energy essential to the Fisherman. By faith, the Fisherman casts a line across the wave function, connecting with invisible workings and unlimited power sources. In the line and hook, enormous energy is unleashed across the water, and in the wake of faith’s potency and sovereignty, even the wave function is compelled to obey its explicit demand. It is through faith that the Fisherman shakes the wave function at the core of its quantum system and, with the inspiration of His degrees of freedom, choses to produce the reality of the fish. The transcendent Fisherman seeks from the water, what the transcendent Carpenter seeks from the tree and the wood, and what the transcendent Gardener seeks from the soil and the seed—the substance of things hoped, the evidence of things not yet seen. Science has wrestled with the likelihood of pain and suffering within the fish’s brain. Assuredly, the fish is part of the consciousness of the universe. However, caught on a hook and wriggling, the fish is impervious to pain. Not because it doesn’t have a highly developed neocortex, or enough nociceptors to record the pain, but because it has entered this realm via the wave function and materialized on the hook by choice. Within the wave function’s degrees of freedom, there is the choice between sustenance or starvation, between life or death. Reaching the pinnacle of transcendence, the emotions of immensity within the Fisherman spark a life of more abundance. Harnessing the faith of the Conscious Observer—a conception science is reluctant to accept because of its finite characterization—the Fisherman creates the power and nourishment to feed the whole world. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Frank Busch, Aditya Siva, Nguyen Linh, Casey Lee, Milo McDowell http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/Quantum Wave Function—The Odyssey of the Fisherman Dreamer is available on The Baltazar Bolado Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/quantum-wave-function-the-odyssey-of-the-fisherman-dreamer/ CornerstoneThe transcendent Carpenter is a master craftsman, possessed of a humble core. With hands unparalleled, He dares to build things not built by flesh and blood. Irrespective of earthly material, the Carpenter’s unspoiled quest, in pursuit of perfection, declares the construction and reconstruction of temples. Willing to risk everything to build heavenly mansions in Paradise, His artistic creation is a joyous revelation of love and family. By His humble spirit, in the perception of the most basic human need, the Carpenter made a promise to His family.
A promise of shelter from cold, thirst, and hunger.
With methodical care, the Carpenter measures out the dimension of love. Before a piece of wood is cut, before a nail is pounded, the Carpenter’s tools ensure that the precise height and width of hallowed emotions fasten the foundation of His family’s home to the strong ground. Zealous in the groundwork to build a home capable of existing beyond eternity, the Carpenter carefully cuts the cornerstone to the divine perfection of omnipotence.
Nothing is more important than the true and level anchor of the home into the bedrock. Exactly placing block upon block, through precept upon precept, thereafter He lays the filling and grout of immaculateness. Each layer of the foundation is judiciously marked and set, strong enough to escape the terror of destruction against the mighty storm.
The ResurrectionWith heart and simplicity, the Carpenter creates the strength of the home through the keystone, reinforcing the substance of the footing to the absolute strength of Heaven. By His preparation, the home will forever be able to sustain, nurture, and protect the divinest of the family: the child.
With the child, happiness, joy and peace that only a Deity can conceive enters and dwells in the home. From this innocent beginning, the Carpenter constructs a home through the visions of His soul. Unable to contain the lowly spirit of the Carpenter’s pure heart, Heaven proclaims the wondrous works of His hands across the galactic splendor. Past the nebulas of the northern sky, since the beginning, the Carpenter has been preparing a place for His family. A place that the eye has never seen, nor the mind has ever imagined, neither has entered the heart of humanity.
The Carpenter’s home is the dwelling place of His family. A safe refuge from the cold of the world, His home is a place of love and happiness. The imposing stature, and impressive workmanship of His mansion, only becomes His family’s home when love resides in its heights and breadths. Within the mansion built by the Carpenter, a love lives that can never fade away, or die. A love unconquerable, invincible.
Love is the cornerstone wherein all life resides, and death will never enter the gates of the Carpenter’s home.
I am convinced that the perfection of the Carpenter has constructed a home to stand the test of time. And in the glorious day of the Resurrection, by the mathematics of the tetrahedron, I will live in a mansion constructed by His hands.
Forever. Edited by: Crystal Durnan https://www.animaediting.com Photos: Ashish Allam, Kate Zh, Christoph Schmid, Juan Gomez, Karl Fredrickson, Shelby Miller, vivek kumar http://baltazarbolado.com On twitter: https://twitter.com/baltazar_bolado http://www.baltazarbolado.com/carpenter/ Author of: http://baltazarbolado.com/book/publius-liberatas-aut-mors/ http://baltazarbolado.com/book/paint-black/The blog post In My Father’s House—The Mansion of My Eternity Read more on: baltazar bolado from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/in-my-fathers-house-the-mansion-of-my-eternity/ If I had a time machine, I'd return to the moment I first felt The Higher Consciousness of Love... ...and stay there Photo: Carlos QuinteroThe article Time Machine Into Love Read more on: The Baltazar Bolado Blog from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/time-machine-into-love/ Cool of The DayEmptied of all earthly significance, yet rich in deific infinite substance, the Gardener touches the soil at the zenith of His emotional ascendency. All existence comes to an absolute stop. Far beyond the Quantum of Time, far beyond the inception of Planck Time, the Gardener creates life with the innocence of a child. Walking in the garden in the cool of the day, the Gardener judiciously chooses only the best soil to plant the seed of life. Likewise, the seed is germinated through painstaking study and work. In the cool of the day I await to feel the peace that surpasses all understanding. The peace walks through the garden in the form of a still, small voice. In the tranquility of an extraordinary peace, I hope to feel the hands of the Gardener reach into my soil and tend to my roots and branches. I may be imperfect, but the pruning away of my inadequacies leads me to a higher consciousness. After generations of trimming and reducing the damaged and ruined branches, and removing the insolvent soil, I am left like a refined treasure, full of iridescent luster and unquantifiable beauty. Life-giver of ArcadiaAnd now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. —Matthew 3:10 KJV All possibilities are contemplated, all potential is requisite in the garden of the Gardener. The measurement of every tree in the garden is equated to the perfection of the Tree of Life. Any tree that does not measure up to the standard of the Tree of Life is destroyed at the root and its remains are burned away, never to be remembered. It is not cruelty that compels the Gardener to such an absolute, unparalleled ambition toward perfection. Adequately, it is the objective of the surgeon cutting a cancerous tumor away from a healthy body. For if the Gardener is lax in His obligatory duties, then the tree will be consumed with disease and malady. Eventually the tree will become sickly and ultimately die. Moreover, the sickness of one tree will spread to infect the entire garden. Likewise, it is in the soil where life originates from. When the Gardener cuts and pulls out the invading weeds, it is not vindictiveness or malice that moves Him. Love is his motivation. The Gardener’s love for His trees drives Him to rip out the weeds that threaten to murder and destroy His precious plantings. The Gardener is a Life-giver. The Gardener is Love. My journey does not end in Eden, Shangri-La, or Heaven. These destinations are important, but without the Gardener to bring life, their glory will have no meaning. Without the perfect vigilance of the Gardener, there is no hope for eternity, no chance for Life to endure beyond the threshold of death. Through the Gardener’s perfect work and labor, a fountain of gardens will be cultivated, and from out of the abundance and fertility within His pure orchards, a well of living waters will pour out. Life must prevail. In the end, it is all that matters. In the midst of the magnificent spectacle of life, the Tree of Life will exist forever. Photos: Emiel Molenaar, Nix Boulton, Luke Michael, Nikola Jovanovic, Eco Warrior PrincessGardener—A Fountain of Gardens, A Well of Living Waters, and The Tree of Life is available on http://www.baltazarbolado.com/ from http://www.baltazarbolado.com/gardener-a-fountain-of-gardens-a-well-of-living-waters-and-the-tree-of-life/ |
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