We Can Go Anywhere

You can go to any place and to any time that you wish to go,” the Elder said. I’ve gone everywhere and every-when I can think of.” “It’s strange the gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection in order to go anywhere, instantly. Remember Jonathan, heaven isn’t a place or a time, because place and time are so very meaningless.

Richard Bach wrote, Jonathan Livingston Seagull in 1970. The trick to freedom, as the elder Chiang tells Jonathan, is to release the self from a limited body, and recognize his true nature as perfect, which is, in a sense, an unwritten number everywhere at once across space and time. The self is finding other aspects of self, and sensing the unlimited number of possibilities that wait to be experienced. Perfection is not an end or the ultimate; it is in constant action, and is always expanding in awareness.

We look at yesterday and see our beliefs. We believe perfection is out of reach. It spins around a self-created God like an energy-charged blanket that warms spacelessness. Heaven is not a place or time. It is a state of mind, and we visit it in our now. Perfection is not our ultimate goal. Perfection means the end, but there is no end to consciousness. It is always expanding. We tell the self stories and live them. We travel through our own mind fields and find heaven or hell in our distorted thoughts. We see reality and measure it in space and time, but that measurement is a focused thought of one self. We can go anywhere we want when we believe in our own eternal perfection.