Divine intelligence is the ability to focus upon the living habits of the Cosmic Being whose consciousness we inhabit without distorting them. Those habits are the self-existent laws that mathematicians seek to discover, to uncover. Divine intelligence differs from the self-consistent rigmaroles that physicists indulge. Real intelligence resonates with the infinitely mysterious Life of our Cosmic Being. Real intelligence discards pigeon holing in favor of joyously Being mysterious. Mona Lisa isn’t smiling to please Leonardo. Her grin simply substantiates her joy, even as her joy configures her version of the One’s mystery.
All three: the Way, the Truth and the Life coalesce mystery’s reactivity. That is, they are modes of Being propounding an alchemy that resolves perceptive awareness as divine Love’s communion. Unlike ego lovers, divine Lovers enjoying the Love, not just the loving.
It’s brutish intelligence’s lot to experience mystery as frustration, anguish, pain. Real intelligence differentiates our Cosmic Being’s habits as Shiva’s dance routine. The archetypal consistency of Shiva’s dance brings about mystery’s cavalcade. It brings coherence to its cascading imagery. Nevertheless, THAT coherence, being ALL One, retains mystery’s inchoate nature. Each timeless image is inconceivably consistent. As Life may scientifically appear, the only Real consistency that math can ultimately purvey is entirely statistical. Just as all honest investment advice is preceded by “past performance doesn’t guarantee future outcome,” math consistency doesn’t constrain our Cosmic Being’s free will.
That is, math is a local affair. It may universally apply to what we take to be our very own beloved cosmos, yet, that is but a will-o-the-wisp, all, more or less, 45 billion light years of it. After all, mathematicians are said to discover new equations. That, alone, is commentary upon their incontinence. Their math will only hold its presently constipated format until our Cosmic Being chooses to poop differently somewhere else. Indeed, math is cosmic poop because the fire of our deity (FOOD) just happens to have congealed as it has in this local instance of Shiva’s toilet. No matter how fully that mathematical physics can describe the fallen estate’s phantom poop, the fact remains: It only exists to go down the drain. Divine intelligence subsists to eternally evolve Beauty.
