When I first heard the phrase “As above, so below”, I immediately thought that “so” was a pun on the word “sew”. In fact, that says a lot more about life if you ask me. Thoughts?
Sparkling Wonderland Silent fireworks, sparkling diamonds, falling rain, Gentle orb shimmering down upon supine waves. Burdens quietly relinquished, in velvet darkness, That which yet possesses, purpose and direction, Still escapes me only to return, again and again. Time and tide wait for none in the pouring rain, Upon lost horizons storm clouds keep rolling in; Swollen drops becoming heavier, by the moment, Glistening with the promise of days yet to come, Gravity forever beckoning, them all home again! Each drop a memory of brighter days in the sun! Each falling drop but a memory of days gone by! Returning home, relaying the warmth of the sun! Melting amorphously within the diaphanous sea! Basking within the splendor, of a far greater sun! Persistence of awareness lingering in the moment! Never to be lost forever, simply fading in eternity! Never to be lost forever, dust blowing in the wind! Never to be lost forever, at the bottom of an ocean! Never to be lost forever atop the highest mountain! Unaffected by the vagaries, of abrupt ocean waves! Unaffected by greater time's less forgiving fortunes! Delightful silence dances, between the falling drops! Hearkening the memory of God on the waters of life! Off in the distance, a beacon of hope in the darkness! Never failing to give comfort, to all hands lost at sea! Never bored or dismissive with the world around him! Never failing to stand strong against our raging fates! Never failing to guide all through the worst of storms! Dazzling beacon illuminates anything in our darkness! Where aroused, the sea passionately embraces her lover! Standing firm, as if carved out of the rock of Gibraltar! Standing out, standing tall upon our shore's beachhead! Where aroused her lover eagerly anticipates each caress! Waiting for the mud to settle within his quietest center! Waiting for the crescendo, of a divine heavenly thunder! Where together they embody their own poetry in motion! Finding in each other's arms, safe harbor from any storm! Waiting firmly rooted to the earth, head up in the clouds! As if in gratitude for their wondrous emancipated feeling; Along with the change in weather, all eyes turn to heaven To see if the sun will yet shine, through the darkest clouds! To see if the brilliant light, will yet penetrate the darkness! To grace them again with tender ineffable pleasure and joy; To grace them yet again with the gift of life and awareness, Their private silent explanation of the victory of the silence; Upon summoning the upward spiraling stairway to Heaven! Feeling all the love reigning down upon the earth from above, Silent fireworks sparkle ceaselessly, going off in every direction. Dancing rain upon a tin roof conjuring up a romance just for two, As it is above, so be it below, within a sparkling Wonderland of rain!
I don't get how one would sew what is above. How would you know what is above? But it makes sense to me, I guess. I suppose love would be above, so sew it below. "As above so below" always seemed like a threat to me. That one day all of the bad people are going to get theirs.
I dig that----As above show below------A woman shows her cleavage above, so she... Oh! Wait----I misread it... Ok----in all seriousness-----I don't quite get the As above sew below bit-----did you mean, As above sow below? The implication there is that heaven is a place of great bounty, so you should sow to reap a harvest for such great bounty here. My understanding of, As above so below, is the message relayed through so many myths around the world that the afterlife is filled with the same realities and objects here---trees, mountains, flowers, animals, books, tv's... Therefore you don't have to worry that you will spend all eternity trapped in an empty all-white room with a giant eye on the wall that watches your every move. Unless of course in this life you are trapped in an empty all-white room with a giant eye on the wall that watches your every move-----then you are screwed.
there is no above nor below, only infinite layers of phylo dough. i don't mean there aren't infinite parallel universes, that's they phylo dough metaphore. but that there isn't anything more 'above' nor 'below' about any of them in relation to each other. of course nothing can stop anyone from seeing things however they will, that's just how i happen to. are there similarities and parallels between different 'layers'? sure, of course. when you've got billions of billions of different things in each of them, such things can't help but randomly occur. but these are chance similarities, not some kind of absolute rubber stamps.
I don’t want to treat anyone like an idiot, but it seems there was a slight misunderstanding. What I mean is that the “As above...” part means that God (or the gods) are very much like people. I believe I first heard the whole phrase from the descriptions of the Roman and Greek gods. The “So below” part means that the people on Earth are just like those gods. The pun “Sew below” means that the gods have far more control over our lives than imagined. However, they still made them like themselves, people.
