boy theoscientist

My consciousness is a restless forming, a stellar cloud always assuming shape. Sifting and sensing understandings and placing them within a vast multi-dimensional matrix with no clear borders, a canonical analysis with the = sign flanked by long strings of weighted variables. And not just one equation but several, n + 1, always plus one, revolving around the same = sign like a giant pinwheel or exploding flower.

In the human realm I am a theoscientist (scientist = knower, theos = god), a knower of god, one whose avocation (there are no government grants for this) is to know God, which knowing, in its more prosaic form, consists partially of placing all thought structures known to and developed by man upon the vast matrix provided by my consciousness. Like every med and nursing student and student of psychology and psychiatry I become and carry the symptoms of every ease and dis-ease I study, bitten by each bug and "coming down" with its symptoms. How else to know these things but from inside out?

Each theology and atheology makes sense from within its parameters and one could easily become an avid enthusiast for its cause. Not me, george breed, boy theoscientist with his secret decoder ring and cosmic spyglass. I allow each a place within my heart while my consciousness sorts out their peculiarities, placing them in the proper stratosphero-dimensional realms of the canonical matrix.

My avocation as a theoscientist demands the use of all my instruments of knowing: heart, intellect, consciousness, attention, awareness. I greatly appreciate my avocation. It is far better (for me) than locking myself up in one of those thought structures and making its license plates. Besides, it all comes down to one thing, no matter how you slice it and dice it with your favorite spiritual veg-o-matic. Love.

Meanwhile, I go on with my research. It's who I am and what I do.