ROY'S WRAY

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I ran across this word WRAY quite on purpose.

Of course, I did not literally run across this word, since it is not a physical entity until I (or someone else) writes it.

But then, it is only a series of letters, generated by electrical impulses in our brain, and how the brain does that is still under investigation.

Any way, I liked the letter combinations available: WAY, RAY, or just WRAY, which does show up in various dictionaries defined as: 

“Wray is a very intelligent, sweet, nice, joker guy. He is always there for you no matter what. He does not judge people. He holds his head up high and has made it through some of life’s toughest battles. If he can make it through that he can make it through anything!! ….” (http://www.urbandictionary.com)  

“Wray (v. t.) To reveal; to disclose.”   (http://www.mso.anu.edu.au/~ralph/OPTED)  

And various others also.  

Considering the definitions of this rather antiquated word, let’s add our own observation: 

A WRAY is a Way with a Ray; or a way that has been or is illuminated.


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My father once told my mother that, “Roy has his way of doing everything.” I took that as a compliment (scrawny little kid needed all the encouragement he could conjure up). But then, don’t we all have our own wrays? This is just a play on words, isn’t it? But, when we seriously consider what we think we know about life, it is all a play with words. One could say that commonly perceived consciousness is nothing but the ability to play with words in our heads. After all,

“When nothing has been said,
Nothing’s left unsaid:
Words are only traps
To keep us in our heads.”

(From “QUESTIONS”, Roy Brittain)

Let’s always remember that words, and the images associated with our perception of them, exist only in our heads. This is a major problem with human communication: every word has a different definition/connotation associated with it based strictly upon the experiences /memories of each and every individual. A word may be perceived only as an unidentified sound by one person, but, may extract violent reactions from another. Perhaps this is why what we do is more important than what we say. We can say anything, but what we do speaks a totally different language.

“If you smile at me I will understand,
for that is something everybody does
in the same language…”

Crosby, Stills & Nash 
 
I had an experience when I was fifteen that revealed to me that all things have an inner light… illumination, if you will. Since that time I have kinda thought that my way was more of a wray simply because I felt a little closer to the heart of things in my environment. My own existence of cosmic proportions with which I have had several encounters since that first one is more often reduced to a world I choose to accept as my everyday reality. Others are very aware of this reality limiting propensity we have. We are all sculptors, chipping away what we consider unimportant, just so we can view our own created world. However, we still wake up in a new world everyday of cosmic proportions. 

The source of the illumination lends much to our understanding of the difference between a way and a wray. Knowing that all things (literally, all things) have an intrinsic inner light which energizes its being and connects it to everything around (near and far), I find it easy to see the inter-relatedness of all things. Now, this has absolutely nothing to do with any religion or religious belief/practice. It’s just a fact of life. 

Therefore, I can feel as connected to a bite of apple as I am to you, or a tree, or a mountain, or or the clouds, or the rain, or the moon, or the stars, even the vast darkness of the spaces  between the stars. We could go in the other direction: a bite of apple as I am to a lentil,

or a grain of pollen, or sodium bicarbonate, or its molecules, or the atoms within the molecules, or the particles within the atoms, or the vast spaces between the particles. (Looked into an electron microscope as a teenager, and it blew my mind!) Got me outta the word world very quickly. But, so can a sunset, sunrise, bird, bee, apple or tree… or you… why not? 

Let’s play with the wray we’re connected to everything else. As I stated before, I understand it as the inner illumination of all things radiating from its being into the surrounding environment which includes literally all things we can know and more of what we don’t know. Light seems to be a good illustration of this phenomenon of radiating illumination. It’s interesting that that great darkness between the stars which we call space is really filled with light. It’s just that there is nothing in there large enough for the light to illuminate for the human eye to see at such great distances. The only wray we know there’s planets, moons, and other non-light producing objects out there is that they are large enough to reflect enough light for us to see, sometimes with the aid of complicated devices. The particular characteristic of light that appeals to my illustration is its ability to touch without feeling (in the sense of feeling with the skin). I’m not talking about that warmth we feel in bright sunlight as at the beach. We’re actually feeling the effect of a different wavelength of energy then, not the visible spectrum of light. 

In my early experience, I realized that everything does produce a sense of feeling which is sublime in nature. That is, the feelings, whether produced by sight, sound, or touch was identical in its perception by my body. I believe this particular aspect of the feeling is produced by the commingling of the inner illuminations coming from everything around me. While each object was distinctly visible, I could feel all of them as a sense of touch (from the leaves on the ground to the clouds in the sky). Even the expanses of blue in the sky was felt, not through the skin but throughout my own being. Again, a world without words. Everything was everywhere; every thing was felt by every other thing; which equates to all things interconnected… without words.

Others have described this as a buzzing, an energy sharing, a vibration of some particular frequency among other things. I felt a symphony of vibrations more like music than a single tone. The beautiful part is that the music goes on forever unless I block it by concentrated action in my created world. I only have to pause for an moment and let it manifest itself. It’s often easier said than done. But, to know it’s available, to know the significance, to touch our cosmic existence without words….. “Nothing’s left unsaid.”

“God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.”
(“Markings”; Dag Hammarskjold)