Here is a website with some interesting reading. I recommend the articles, "The Borax Conspiracy"
and "MSM and DMSO" as a starting point.
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.
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:
WRAY is a Way with a Ray; or a way that has been or is illuminated.
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.”
“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
for that is something everybody does
in the same language…”
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.
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
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
“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)