Geometric Science Opens Up a Spiral Enquiry of the Universe

I was sent this video and it is well done.   The film fuses science with sacred geometry.  Very interesting.  You decide what it means to you.

When I wrote this poem below it came through inspiration, I didn’t know about the Golden ratio until I wrote the poem, I felt to link it to human harmony. This is the power of the creative. Here is a short excerpt from Wikipedia on the golden rule which links to golden ratio to the golden rule, linking physics to equality.

The Golden Rule or ethic of reciprocity is a maxim,[1] ethical code or morality[2] that essentially states either of the following:

  • (Positive form of Golden Rule): One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself.[1]
  • (Negative form of Golden Rule): One should not treat others in ways that one would not like to be treated (also known as the Silver Rule).

This concept describes a “reciprocal”, or “two-way”, relationship between one’s self and others that involves both sides equally, and in a mutual fashion.[3][4]

This concept can be explained from the perspective of psychology, philosophy, sociology and religion. Psychologically, it involves a person empathizing with others. Philosophically, it involves a person perceiving their neighbor as also “an I” or “self.”[3][4] Sociologically, this principle is applicable between individuals, between groups, and also between individuals and groups. (For example, a person living by this rule treats all people with consideration, not just members of his or her in-group). Religion is an integral part of the history of this concept.[1][5]

As a concept, the Golden Rule has a history that long predates the term “Golden Rule”, or “Golden law”, as it was called from the 1670s.[1][6] As a concept of “the ethic of reciprocity,” it has its roots in a wide range of world cultures, and is a standard way that different cultures use to resolve conflicts.[1][5] It has a long history, and a great number of prominent religious figures and philosophers have restated its reciprocal, “two-way” nature in various ways (not limited to the above forms).[1]

Rushworth Kidder discusses the early contributions of Confucianism (551–479 BC). Kidder notes that this concept’s framework appears prominently in many religions, including “Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism, and the rest of the world’s major religions”.

Below the poem is the film on sacred geometry and science.

Enjoy.

 

THE GOLDEN RATIO OF DISPUTE RESOLUTION

 

How can there be infinite possibilities

When minds close?

How can understanding occur

When no-one wants to know?

How can diversity be embraced

When one is rejected?

How is peace possible

When people are not at peace?

 

I sit in my meditation space,

I light a candle for peace,

I go into the silence of illumination,

And I wait,

As I close my eyes I see anger in misunderstanding,

I see the fear of love,

I see the door is closed to healing the past,

For complaints handling is a serious business,

And I have not been taken seriously,

For it is better to be right than happy.

 

As I feel for a wisdom beyond space and time,

Peace is the incense that permeates my room,

It is an innocence that makes room for all views,

For it is better to lose and walk away,

Then walk away from my humanity as a ruse.

 

It is the sanity of love that warms my heart,

For I can hate no-one,

I can reject no-one,

I will answer every email,

I will make space for resolution,

And I will never fear love,

For love is who I am.

 

My life is dedicated to expanding possibilities,

I can only live infinite possibilities,

For where there is a will there is a way,

And no dispute need be intractable,

When the Way is known,

And all sides are owned equally,

Harmony is the golden ratio:

 

a+b/a = a/b = golden ratio

 

Appearing as an irrational equation,

That goes further than meeting in the middle,

For I was always a fool for a higher love,

Believing in the dove,

That the truth sets us free,

To be who we really are,

In authenticity,

For this is the reality

of freedom.

 

 

 

Below is an excerpt from another blog on this website.  It connects to circling the square and squaring the circle.  I didn’t understand it when I wrote it but this film has helped me get some clarity.

I was reading Thomas Hobbes the 17th century philosopher who wrote The Leviathan amongst many works. I found out tonight that he coined the term Squaring the Circle. Soon as I read it I realised I had written it in a poem. I was very curious what he meant by it. Apparently to square a circle with the same area is considered impossible. Sounds like Escher’s work or the way we think about the future. Tonight I was thinking of justice and truth sometimes it seems impossible, but maybe it is possible to square the circle through truth itself. When I first wrote the poem I called it circling the square but changed it. I think when the impossible becomes possible that is what is seen. It is to take off the hard edges, the rigidities of thinking I feel. Sometimes when you speak truth you don’t feel heard, you are met with silence. Somehow you have to trust that you are not alone in this aspiration.

I’ve just had an inspiration to return to the original title, circling the square.  This was reinforced by a conflict I experienced and wrote again in poetry the circling of the square as the true freedom.

CIRCLING THE SQUARE

There is no security in fear,
There is no control in force,
There is no punishment in stone walls,
For openness opens doors to awareness,
And empathy walks in the shoes of another,
For no person can ever deliver to meet your expectations,
Although to enjoy the sensations of life,
Is to accept the breeze as it blows,
And learn to flow with the moment,
For no two moments are the same,
And each is a gift in the game of life.

Is there a price to freedom?
Is there a defence in security?
Or is illusion the indefensible?
For nothing is funny when serious,
There are no jokes in suspicious eyes,
For when one sees the enemy in the eyes of the other,
This can only be seeing yourself in the mirror of conflicted feelings,
For how can one fight for the future,
As the gateway to opportunity,
In a losing battle.

The freshness of freedom of democracy,
Has no walls to truth,
No pillars form foundations,
For true strength is unseen,
Only the open space initiative,
Is the vista of mountains with range,
For statues no longer speak of status,
They are metaphoric reminders of values,
As humility and virtue is the status of liberty that is the hub but not the wheel,
Built on the notion of unity within diversity,
At the heart of true freedom is no ladder,
And freedom of speech is all languages,
The rights of individuals are the rights of all,
For surrender is acceptance of difference as uniqueness,
And the white flag is where all colours blend into oneness,
Flying high symbols of sacred geometry,
Envisaging a new world harmony,
Replacing the new world order,
as truth in reality.

WWII, Korea and Macarthur,
Embodied the fire of volatility,
The domination of minions,
Falls from heaven to find hell in resistance,
The 38th parallel crosses lines of control,
As assault cuts front lines as troops advance,
Success sees re-claiming foreign ground,
The common ground of war and politics,
Was never in separated states,
And this retains the dark fortress of false freedoms,
Totalitarian crushing defeat beckons no opposition as one dictates the terms,
Weeding out enemies from the forest floor,
As napalm defoliates those hiding under cover,
Yet the blood of my brother and sister is the same as mine,
As rivers of wine no longer intoxicate but drown our sorrows,
Of collective inhumanity of treason,
As the V in victory sinks reason as his story is the beginning of the end game.

Missing in action a thousand yard stare,
Reliving horrors in a sea of rigid corpses,
As an eye for an eye makes his world blind,
A Third World War looms larger than life,
Man’s confusion of dominance as freedom,
As the war hero’s immoral authority over shadows the humility of brotherly love.

If you want peace be peace
If you want freedom give it away,
If you want clarity speak truth,
If you seek unity then overcome divisions,
For blockades, checkpoints, exclusion and walls cannot divide and conquer the circle,
They simply lock your beliefs in the square,
For you become the prisoner of geometry,
That is not sacred but scared,
For fear was always false evidence appearing real,
War is the futility that knows not truth,
A solo bugle wails ‘lest we forget’ in vain,
That evil is in the eye of armed beholders,
The conscientious objector knows the climate has changed,
For there is no price as freedom is free,
To see the strings of the puppet move you,
When you square the circle,
Yet circling the square is a new beginning.

Mohandas Gandhi

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”

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