Signpost of The Superconductive Mind

I have come to realize, when recently required to, that I have been setting the stage for my mind to be like a superconductor- information processing without resistance, flowing from top to bottom, from bottom to top. While I do not think I have succeeded yet, it has become clear that in moments of stress there is an instinct I already possess that is similar to adrenaline. It is similar in the sense that it heightens the senses and slows time to a crawl, but different in that it is extremely focusing, calming, and its realm is purely (or at least primarily) that of my own mind. While the scope of the effect may seem limiting, underestimating the effects of such a function would be a mistake, as what are any of us, our bodies, besides carriers of our own minds?

Now there have been costs and sacrifices so far, but I have not paid or made these with the intention of being a superconductor, and in most cases they are nothing I am not better off without. Rather, for me, the focus has been to align my heart with God's heart. I have struggled to clear out the cobwebs of judgement, as I feel this is like a foreign substance in the material; every piece of this substance is a node of resistance, forcing the system to reroute, and the overall scope of the structure to be diminished. I have focused on love, for it feels that in this search, the definition of love is like the recipe required for the superconductor to fully work. 

I have worked to minimize the impact of petty things, and redirect away from my core processor their most damaging effects. Despite the pain involved, I have remained as open as I can at the same time, choosing to process the stimuli I am presented with, rather than putting up hard walls to block it, for I know that hard walls will stop the flow wherever they are. This last part has been very difficult in a world filled with so much pain, and it has not been something I have done without pain myself, but with each endeavored step I have felt like something meaningful has been forming. I know I have not reached this place that I seek, for when I reach it, it will be unmistakeably felt through and through. I also know that I have begun the journey to this destination, as it seems a superconductor partitioned amidst walls and impurities still remaining is still capable of functioning when put to the test. I am honestly curious if such a state can be reached by any other path, and I feel like I would be delighted to find out it could. Perhaps I should reach my destination, if it can be so strictly called that, first before looking for signs of others already there, and asking about the paths that led them there. 

This feels rather clearly like a signpost left in advance, by someone who claims to know the way but who has never been where he is going; it feels like this is the case with anything in the realm of faith though. Fortunately these halls are, as of yet, not often frequented from what I can observe either, so this post will be what it will be, until it finally is what it is.

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