Several colleagues and friends recently got together in a Zoom meeting to update and encourage each other during the Covid-19 lockdown. People were physically in several corners of the world, but we were all together in spirit. We had a boost from drums and rattles to call on our individual helping spirits.
A comment was made by one of the participants with a question / comment that deserves a thoughtful response. The comment was about the "Eye of Time." I had the option of doing a pure shamanic journey to explore the concept, but instead have used a hybrid journey of self-hypnosis, drumming, and dreaming.
During my journey, the "Eye of Time" became the "Eye of Horus" as described in the journey of one of my fellow travelers (per Wikipedia, "The Eye of Horus, also known as wadjet, wedjat or udjat, is an ancient Egyptian symbol of protection, royal power, and good health. The Eye of Horus is similar to the Eye of Ra, which belongs to a different god, Ra, but represents many of the same concepts.) In my mis-remembering (a helpful skill for putting ideas together in novel ways) it became the "Horus of Time," which in turn became the "Torus of Time." As I'm remembering it, a torus is basically donut-shaped, and is one of the models used in astrophysics to envision the universe. By following a path in this toroidal universe, past and present time are relative, and to move forward in time, you are reaching a point that is in the past, and traveling to the past takes you to the future. Actually, I prefer the mobius strip as an image of a trajectory that has neither a beginning nor an end, or a cartoonish black hole, where the universe is being sucked into a reverse image of itself (no matter which side of the black hole you are located at the moment, both are simultaneously ingesting each other and blowing out a bubble of time-space or negative time-space, depending).
Horus, torus, mobius, black hole, endless time. What a topic to meditate on during today's enforced social isolation. And that takes me back to a time when my personal vision of the world got sucked inside out, through a pinhole-sized black hole. The time before that "moment of time" was a different universe than the universe I've found myself in ever since. The details of that instance in my life are not important, but the essence of it is. Under a time of great stress, I had a mystical experience and my life was sucked inside out through that black hole. Before, I was someone else. After, I became who I am now.
Eventually, I want to define this moment in terms of quantum mechanics, and how the wave of probability collapses to a single point. Extend that wave to represent the field of a human life, and each of those moments when the field is collapsed into a singular memory, those are the moments that are measured by the clock of life, the horus of time. Electrons exist in wave form until an observer measures the location of the electron, at which point the wave collapses into a single point, and the electron becomes a particle. Who, then, is the observer in a human life? Who is the observer in the field of "human being"? Who is the observer in the field of shamanic work?
Who is the observer? If there is no observer, does a field lose its individual identities and become timeless and spaceless?
