The Original Humpty Dumpty

 

I recently watched a movie based on a Philip K. Dick story, The Adjustment Team. The movie—which I highly recommend—is called The Adjustment Bureau. Watch it.

As for Mr. Dick, I think he was either crazy, incredibly spiritual, or both, or neither.

I say all of that to say this: I believe our lives, and the blueprints behind them, are like movies based on a book or a short story; they can be changed during production or even during editing. This is why life feels exciting. As you move through this story, you may feel nudges prompting you to consider a different direction, and it is entirely possible to ignore those prompts, as I have. It is almost as if your own, onboard navigation voice says, “Recalculating.”

I have always said that the drama you are immersed in is not a maze, but a labyrinth. The difference is that a labyrinth actually encourages you to take the right path to the center. Throughout this drama, there will be things that feel incredibly wrong. Sometimes, things can hurt. Things can make you doubt.

I will never lie about this: I doubt. If I had been mentioned in the Bible, I would be Thomas the Doubter.

So, why do I continue to seek and to write about these ideas of enlightenment, awakening, and manifesting? Because too many things happen to me to ignore them. I literally cannot do it.

I have said this before, but it is a lot like looking at an Advil tablet and saying, “I really do not think such a small, round pill could ever make a headache go away,” then taking one and having the headache dissolve in fifteen minutes, in spite of my disbelief. Awakening is something like this. I read stories, I watch videos, and I say, “I just cannot believe these ideas could really work in my own, actual drama.” And then I try one of the ideas and get measurable results.

This is like a drama based on a Philip K. Dick story—not exactly, but loosely. When I am not paying attention, I find it incredibly easy to go about a day with no real fanfare or mystic dramatization. It is as if the world just lies around, waiting for anyone to explore it.

Let me give an example: you could go on a computer and connect with Google Earth. You could find a wilderness you would love to explore, but that is just a dream unless you take off. If you go there, you will find the forest you had seen on the 3D map, but it is often very different than you could have imagined. You might find it full of snakes or bugs you had not counted on, or you might find the river impassable. It could be a number of things; you may find it more enjoyable than you imagined, or you may find it miserable. But if it is a really good wilderness, you will likely begin to feel as though it has never been explored the way you are exploring it. You may feel as if the land—all of its ridges, streams, animals, and extremes—was just waiting for you. You see a beautiful rock or a flower and it feels special because you know you are one of only a few people who have ever looked at it; it is even possible you are the only one.

The point is, the actual wilderness is never going to be the way you thought it would be just by looking at it online. This is how it is.

I watch my grandsons playing video games and I see them arriving at new levels. They look around in this virtual world; they go up stairs, into closets, and explore everything. The only reason this is exciting is because the rendering of the game-world responds to the curiosity of the player.

This is what seems to be going on in this world I have been dropped into. The rendering is responding to my curiosity. It would not even be interesting if this game-world were predictable. Without curiosity, there is no exploration; without exploration, there is no discovery. This virtual world of ours has to include every conceivable option, and it does. I could walk down a sidewalk until I come to a crossroad and then turn right. If I do, nothing about the left option would need to render. Everything about this moment is responding to my curiosity.

Has curiosity killed a cat before? Of course. We had a kitten we called Crow. He was a perfectly adorable kitten with long, black hair everywhere, but the cutest white nose you have ever seen. It was fairly safe here on our porch, and he could go in and out of a little hole underneath—making it even safer. The other day, we were on the porch when Crow looked at the woods and decided it would be great to explore. The problem is that we have enormous hawks nearby, and Crow was still small enough to be carried by one. Crow has not been seen since.

Did Crow have a soul that ended up reconnecting with The Mind? I believe so. The actual evidence is available in the physical world of matter. Wherever Crow is, Crow is. Not a single molecule that once rendered our kitten has left the universe. I happen to believe that Universal Consciousness abides by similar rules.

If Crow were only matter, we could spend the next few years analyzing pieces of hair in the woods, or we could bring down raptors, find parts of Crow, and rummage through the bird's waste until we found every part of our precious pet. We could put the stuff in a large enough container and have the physical cat complete, but disassembled. If it were true that the cat was merely matter, we would have all that "mattered" in the container. But it would become quite obvious that matter is not what matters in this case.

So, the hard problem is still the hardest problem of all, isn’t it?

I once wrote down a riddle and I called it "Humpty Dumpty." Since then, in the 16th century, my riddle has become but a rhyme. You see, the riddle was not just a rhyme, and Humpty was not an egg. Of course, he could be, but he wasn’t.

There is a reason the riddle evolved as it has. Modern science has often considered the fragility of an egg and the impossible nature of its original order as proof that entropy is the only option on the table—the table an egg rolls off of, leaving shell-shrapnel and a scrambled egg on the floor. But we are also told that it is not impossible for an egg to return to its former state; just very unlikely. If something is hypothetically possible, it is actually possible.

What are the odds that I could ever hope to unscramble just one egg? I suppose if we could see the formula positing those odds, it would not even make sense to anyone. The original rhyme never once said that Humpty was an egg, but he may as well be one. The riddle is not understood by looking at the way entropy has treated our protagonist. He was once there, kicking his feet in the air without a care in the world; in the next scene, he is a dropped egg, completely destroyed and scrambled.

However, remember that this story is not just a story, nor is it only a rhyme; it is a riddle, and riddles are there for figuring out. The real riddle has less to do with the character or his drama; it is actually more about the “great fall,” which is the recurring theme of humanity. It is equally important to consider “where” Humpty started. There is proof that this was the deepest mystery originally postulated. Let us look at it in its earliest form:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. Four-score Men and Four-score more, Could not make Humpty Dumpty where he was before. (Published by Samuel Arnold, 1797)

This version departs from Mother Goose and Lewis Carroll alike. It deals with the whereabouts of the rotund man. Whether or not he had been scrambled was never the heart of the concern; it had more to do with his earlier state and the fact that he appears to have fallen into the hands of mankind—apparently on one side of the wall he had been perched upon. The 160 men here were most interested in “Making.” They were somehow familiar with the unfallen Humpty, and what they had hoped for was a return to that state.

But why was it important that he’d been on a wall at all? What is a wall if it is not a veil? What is a veil if it is not a curtain, a partition, or a limitation? What was never once considered is how things might have been had Humpty fallen to the other side.

“It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.” (Hebrews 10:31 KJV)

Falling backwards, Humpty (mankind) would naturally fall into an awakened state.

“For falling into the awakened state is to see the Oneness of humanity, effectively breaking down the wall between us. Which does away with divisions, making us one and bringing peace, reconciling all to God, so we all have access to The Father.” (Ephesians 2:14-18 MCV)

“Your bad decisions have created a wall between you and God, and your missed opportunities to act out of love have hid God from you.” (Isaiah 59:2 MCV)

These two verses actually say the same thing, only years apart within the retelling: it says that if we cannot love one another and act accordingly, we simply won’t discover the miraculous access to The Father.

So back to Humpty and the concept of him as a man-like egg: is it possible to put him together again? Can we restore him to his earlier state on that wall?

“With men this is impossible—even if you have 160 men, working diligently towards the same result—but with God all things are possible.” (Matthew 19:26 MCV)

Schrodinger’s cat was said to be alive and dead until we looked, with our preconceived notions regarding the fate of the cat. Looked where? In a box. What is a box? It is a veil. If we looked and found Schrodinger’s cat quite dead, we could not un-collapse that result. But outside the box would be every possibility we never considered. Our perception is limited to what we’ve made of it, but outside the box, reality is not so concrete.

The death of Schrodinger’s cat is an illusion, and if we looked again, it may be alive. We would look around and ask, “How is this possible?”

It is true, you know; the awakened state is an out-of-body experience, and if you experience that, you instantly see that there never was a wall for Humpty to sit upon. This is the answer to the riddle: the wall is a human construct, and on this side of our make-believe wall, we cannot put things back together again. On the other side of the wall, we will see that nothing ever came apart to begin with.

“In the way of righteousness is life: and in the pathway thereof there is no death.” (Proverbs 12:28 KJV)

SELAH