Emerson, Ralph Waldo - The Poet - When the soul of the poet has come to ripeness of thought
Type of Spiritual Experience
Emerson like most mystics believed that when any form of thought or memory is created, it 'rises' in a spiritual sense, where it is processed by the spiritual world.
One of the ways in which it is processed is to extract all the good ideas, the inventions, the songs, the pictures, the paintings, the sculpture, the poetry, the poems, the lyrics and prose in fact any successful creative output that the beings in the physical world have created here on earth. There are inventions that never got patented, stories that never got published, songs that never got sung, poems that never saw the light of day beyond the mind of their creator, paintings which in our world were destroyed by fire, doodlings on napkins, inventions sketched on notepads. And there are those that have reached fruition.
We invent and create, the spiritual world makes sure it doesn't get destroyed or lost.
The ideas and creative output of all created beings is stripped from memory and placed in separate databases that contain all the good inventions. Nothing it would appears gets wasted.
The things themselves aren't stored of course, but software constructions of them are. Some people in the observations I collected, described these images as almost holographic in quality. This is a virtual world of preformed software creations perfect in every detail. In effect there is a vast 3D library of the products and images of creation - ours and the spiritual world’s creation.
A description of the experience
Ralph Waldo Emerson – The Poet
When the soul of the poet has come to ripeness of thought, she detaches and sends away from it its poems or songs – a fearless, sleepless, deathless progeny, which is not exposed to the accidents of the kingdom of time; a fearless, vivacious offspring, clad with wings (such was the virtue of the soul out of which they came) which carry them fast and far, and infix them irrevocably into the hearts of men. These wings are the beauty of the poet's soul. The melodies of the poet ascend and leap and pierce into the deeps of infinite time..
For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organised that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus mis-scribe the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations. For nature is as truly beautiful as it is good, …...... Words and deeds are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy, words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words. The sign and credentials of the poet are that he announces that which no man foretold. He is the true and only doctor; he knows and feels; he is the only teller of news, for he was present and privy to the appearance which he describes. He is beholder of ideas and an utterer of the necessary and causal.
The source of the experienceEmerson, Ralph Waldo
Concepts, symbols and science items
Activities and commonsteps
SuppressionsBeauty, art and music
Being left handed
Communing with nature
Contemplation and detachment