The Ungrund

  Transcription: Reality is the eternal act of becoming, a fire that burns without consuming its source. Like a seed unfolding into a tree, existence moves from hidden potential to living form. We do not stand outside this process; we are the unfolding itself, the harmony of nature and spirit. Every thought is a spark, igniting the infinite within. The universe is not a finished work but a living symphony, with each moment a new note. Creation is a dialogue, where the visible answers to the invisible. Just as light reveals the colors of the world, consciousness reveals the depths of reality. To know yourself is to see the world awakening in you. You are both the artist and the art, endlessly creating and being created.

Humble Beginnings Jacob Boehme , was born in 1575 on the border between Germany and Poland. The fourth of five children born to Jacob and Ursula, Lutheran peasants of the ‘poorest sort, yet of sober and honest demeanour’. He tended cattle in his childhood and studied to a rudimentary level. In 1599 became a cobbler in the town of Gorlitz , yet just one year later at the age of 25, Boehme introduced a concept that has intrigued and inspired philosophers and theologians for centuries: the Ungrund, or the "non-ground." This idea, central to his mystical thought, represents a primordial state of nothingness that precedes all being, and from which all things emerge. The Ungrund is not simply an absence of existence, but a dynamic, active void, a "craving for something", akin to Schopenhauer's concept of “Will” in some respects. It is a concept that delves beyond the very heart of existence and has had a profound influence on subsequent philosophical and theological ...

Video link: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/RAzn4r-XpFo?feature=share Transcription: Reality is not a solid wall but a river, ever flowing, ever changing. Each moment is a drop, each thought a ripple shaping its path. The world does not exist apart from us; we are the ones who dream it into being. Like a painter whose canvas is endless, we are both the brush and the hand that moves it. To live is to participate in creation, to bring the unseen into form. Every question we ask is a bridge to another horizon. And as the wind shapes the dunes, so too do our choices shape the landscape of existence. Look not for certainty, but for the beauty in becoming. Reality whispers its secrets not in answers, but in the act of listening. You are the echo, and the silence between.