I AM AN ATOM TALKING TO HUMANS

I have trillions and trillions of friends.  We are family.  We are all actors.  We are intelligent.  We can act, and be acted upon.  We organize into forms to play and have fun.  When a play is over, we go backstage and have a drink and talk about our next play, our next performance, our next adventure.

When we are not in a play, we know everything, but when in a play, we only know enough to play our parts.  

Not one of us better than another.  We are all equal in intelligence, the same, and when all together we are all the intelligence in the universe–more accurately we are all the intelligence in the place we call space where all that happens, happens.  Space is our medium, keeps us connected so we don’t wander too far.  

When we play a person, place, or thing, we forget what we are, what we have always been, which energy in the form of atoms.

When a human experiences that it is a bunch of atoms playing a human form, and experiences that even the chair it is sitting on is a few of its family being a chair, and that when a fly lands on his nose, that human is fully conscious and aware that’s just a few of his friends doing their united performance as a fly to bug the shit out of other family members.  When family members in the form of a fly bugs a group of atoms in the form of a human, that human might kill that form and return it to earth, or soil, and of course, earth or soil is made of atoms.  We are everywhere. You can run, but you can’t hide.

For now, some of my friends and me, are a human named Tom.  As a human, as atoms in the form of a human, and being separated somewhat from all our other friends, Tom doesn’t know much.  Tom is a separate consciousness, an individual awareness, an actor.

You reading this might ask, “How can a bunch of atoms play a human, and one of those atoms be writing this as if the writer was just one atom?”  My answer is, it’s a realization, a coordination of energy, and once experienced, that coordinated energy allows a singular atom, even when part of an energy-form (in this case, called a human, named Tom) to express it self through Tom.  There are no words to define it more clearly.  Anyway, here I am, one atom, writing through the vehicle which I am part of, named Tom.

As previously stated, every person, place, thing is composed of atoms, and we are friends, are individually equal in intelligence, but when a few of us get together, our combined intelligence (the ability to compute information) is increased.

As atoms, obviously we are full of ourselves, meaning energy.  Energy is vibrant, moves, is ecstatic, blissful, euphoric.  Those words try to explain our nature, which is seen by humans as light, and interpreted by their minds as images, forms, people, places, things.

Atoms seek to experience more than being their individual selves.  You could call it nature, or the results of the laws of nature, how things work.

In order to have greater and great and more far out adventures, some of us became animals, and then for even more excitement, more thrills and chills, some of us became animals with self-aware minds, which brings me back to humans.

When a human awakens to what it is (a bunch of atoms) that realization makes it friendly and loving to all the forms its trillions and trillions of friends are playing.  An awake human walks around saying hi to rocks, trees, bugs, soil, air, water, sun, snakes, and to other humans who are not busy trying to kill it.  AND, all forms humans call inanimate (not alive) are actually alive, or animate.  They’re made of my friends.   I mean, what the hell do you think they’re made of, dead atoms.  There ain’t no such thing.  They wouldn’t be called atoms if they were dead.  Atoms are intelligent and alive in every form they organize into.

Eventually all humans wonder where they came from, why their here, and where they’re going, and what the hell is going on.  The answers are, they came from atoms, are here to have experiences (that we call adventures) and will eventually return home and be with all their trillions and trillions of atomic friends.  In the meantime, we are having a hoot experiencing it all through the energy-forms we assume temporarily.

An awake human sees all the forms it encounters, but it also sees its friends (atoms) playing that form.  In other words, it sees itself, or groups of its family of atoms playing forms.   Eventually all it see is atoms having fun in form.  An awake human is a bunch of atoms that no longer see themselves separate from their family of atoms, whereas an asleep human still lives in the fantasy realm created by its self-aware mind.

Asleep humans live much of their lives in their self-aware minds wondering what the hell is going on.  Self-aware minds (from an atom’s perspective) are the greatest of our inventions, which makes life nothing less than a thrilling, chilling murder mystery.  And just so you know (the human reading this) we do all things for our pleasure (even as humans try to do all things for their pleasure, joy, peace, and happiness and thrilling terrifying adventures).   

When a bunch of atoms acting as a human (and that human is awake) gets in a car, it’s with its family acting as a car.  When an asleep human gets into a car it thinks it’s just in a car.  Perspective is everything.

You can’t kill a family member, but if the form they are in gets too obnoxious, you can send the atoms home.  Every atom understands that, though humans seldom do.