Scott Carey: I was continuing to shrink, to become. . .what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close – the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet – like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man’s own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends in man’s conception, not nature’s. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!
You never get over the astonishment of realizing that you are the eternal, absolute spirit walking in the world to live the life of an awake, knowing being. Yes, the creator of this cosmos, the original one, the God of gods, the pure knower, the infinite one is you, when all the mental coverings are pushed aside! That’s who you are and that’s what’s going on. Listen to the intro carefully. Asleep in our life stories, the grand drama goes on but outside of our awareness. Once you start to wake up, you feel the waves of being move through you imbued with huge desire to be one with it all. Let the mystery begin! Let the mystery take hold!
The ocean of being is not just infinite, it knows. What we know as individuals cannot be known without the knowing that the infinite ocean of being is. It exists. It knows. The universe in all its different dimensions, including the world we live in, can only be known through its knowing. We know things. The original knower is infinite and unbounded in its knowing. Our experiences of knowing are bound into mental and sensory phenomena; thus, we are never aware of the existence of the original being and its original knowing. Unless, of course, one spends extended time in the invisible room.