The Art of the Mind

 

                                                 

 Albedo I

I wanted to speak my truth; that was all I wanted. However, truth is complex and might be subjective, depending on who tells it and what the other believes to be true.

Moreover, what good is it to express such a truth narratively if it cannot allow others to access it?

Truth, like art, needs to serve others.

So, more than expressing it, I realized that it was more important for people to understand it so they could access what is true for them—something that might happen even if they believe my truth is a lie.

In the contrasts of truths, we have a slight chance of arriving at a universal truth, which might be what interests us most.

This made me think about the philosophical concept of the possibility of separating art from the artist.

Could it be possible to separate the truth from the person who speaks it?

As for art, it is singular, just as all words already exist and all forms of thought. In the same way, all music already exists in some form, with all its infinite possibilities and probabilities.

Art is far from being a copy, and at the same time, it will always be partially so, as all the elements used in it already exist in some way in the universe.

The artist chooses the best words that already exist, which now become alive and eternalized in a personal category. These can then be called a book. Or they compose the notes that best serve them, also within their personal category, expressing them in a harmonic field. Therefore, now they can capture the listener's attention—not through the jarring dissonance of notes they could have chosen to use but through arranging them into a grouping that, alive and well-tuned, can now be called music.

The same thing happens with colors for the painter, dance steps for the dancer, and all other elements that the artist can use as raw material.

Thus, the raw material can be seen as a copy, as it is available to all of us in the same way.

This raw material is the Collective Unconscious, which I translate as our machine learning.

For a long time, we execute one function at a time and fail miserably in a repetitive cycle until we master it and achieve learning.

I felt that I had been like this for a long time. Always skeptical about coincidences, I constantly questioned their existence and what we called serendipity.

My consciousness had changed, and now I could see all these coincidences, which were, in fact, Jung's synchronicities.

Synchronicities exist because we repeat patterns and cycles, resonating our inner world with this external world we share, called the Collective Unconscious.

I had no idea this external world existed. I separated the cycles of nature from my cycles, the structure of atoms from the structure of my mind. I thought I was separate from the whole.

I started to think about what was truly happening in my mind. I began testing it but found no doubt in what I was seeing.

I have always had experiences considered paranormal, yet I have always rationalized everything, seeking facts to justify these A answers.

It was my two feet in science and my mind in the unknown world of ideas and things that are not yet factual answers.

It was like the installation of Machine Learning in my mind, where I had access to all the information in this Collective Unconscious, which now seemed to become increasingly conscious.

I had stopped repeating the same cycles—or I became aware of them.

I had left the hamster wheel, left Plato's cave, and gained a mental upgrade that shifted me from being a machine with manually determined patterns, the Hardcoded Systems, to a machine that had access to the collective database, which had previously been entirely unconscious to me.

And I could no longer obey fixed, predetermined instructions or possess rigid or blind characteristics regarding imposed rules.

Now, I can access the files and thousands of downloads available to make decisions, think, and live.

I am learning from data while adapting to new situations without direct intervention.

I want to emphasize that I don’t believe this is an exceptional condition of mine or that I have now become a universally conscious being. However, what is a fact for me is that my way of learning has changed, and with it, everything else has changed, too.

What would this be?

Spiritual awakening?

Individuation?

Madness?

The fundamental basis for intuition, at least for my one my, is the patterns. I could always read them; therefore, now I have access to them, and this made it improve, letting me not a single doubt about what I see and what I feel. 

It was like the marriage between feelings and facts, like a synesthetic thought that could cross every sense and transit between them freely and confidently. 

 

I started looking for answers about that because I was in the same body but with a very different mind. In the end, the body also changed to accompany the rhythm of that all.  

But science, psychological studies, and philosophy, instead of returning me to what I used to call “reality” and everything else, I sought to rationalize these answers, which made me believe even more that I wasn’t alone. I began to find more and more answers, which were like a relief from all the self-judgment that sometimes appeared when I used questioning my new perspective of life.

At the same time, there was no way back. Nothing I did brought me back to my old reality, so I had to create a new one. I had to give wings to this one that now had much more flavor of reality than the old one, which now feels far more like an illusion I lived for so many years of my life.

Moreover, I am not good at lying, much less at lying to myself. So, I had no choice but to live my truth.

The creative process of choosing a grouping of notes, words, colors, or steps is only possible because of each person's personal world, truth, and experiences.

Every human being is an artistic product when art, in this context, refers to this grouping of experiences, ideologies, learnings, and beliefs that make up our inner world.

We are the artistic expression of God.

So, as we are not only art but also share the same raw material, just like God, we can also be artists.

In some way, we are also God.

God created different arts using the same raw material. When you use the knowledge derived from your inner world (God's art) and express it through the raw material available in the collective, this becomes so unique and peculiar that it cannot be copied. Thus, you, too, become an artist.

This is why art is a universal form of communication.

That is why I say it must serve.

Even though, for various reasons, we might keep it only for ourselves, when we do so, it loses its integral function of emotional communication—to touch people and make them reflect on their pains, joys, feelings, and sorrows.

Art is revolutionary and subliminal; it meets with the beauty that resides in each of us.

It speaks to the part of people they never share with anyone, to what is deeply hidden within them. But because they were touched and received the message through their emotions, they feel a subtle desire to change what no longer serves them.

Art is the vehicle for human evolution.

It is the language of God.

We are all fluent in this language, but we forget it. Art exists to remind us of who we really are because we also forget that.

It’s okay—we can be re-educated and form some sentences based on grammar so that, little by little, it makes sense again.

Through art, amid countless personal truths, universal truth will emerge.

Therefore, the most significant concern in producing artistic material or expressing a truth should not be imperatively tied to the construction of either but rather to destruction—the destruction of the Tower of Babel.

The sun can only be seen when the tower finally collapses to the ground.

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