Language and Morphogenetic Field

The morphogenetic field, or the knowing field, is a space that holds infinite unknowns, possibilities, and potential within it, perhaps emptiness within fullness. Whether we are aware of it or not, we are in a relationship with this field as much as we are with each other. This field has its own system and dynamics. As we navigate through the life of the world, creating troubles, tensions, and grappling with traumas, we create disruptions in our own system. As a result, we find ourselves in disorder and chaos.

If we come to the knowing field and open ourselves as much as possible, surrendering to the field at the same time, the awareness of the field takes over us. The cosmos invites us towards the universe, and the system opens itself to us. Perhaps we are recreating ourselves within the environment of a new creation. In the search for order, in our own temple, we meet ourselves in union with the cosmos of the system, finding our essence. We enter into the movement of transformation, reflecting from within to without and from without to within. The only instrument we can use in this process, including relationships, is language. Our native language. The concrete manifestation of our thoughts and feelings that have come out.

Language, the magical element with which we speak, understand, and communicate; exists like a cloud, almost like an elixir, everywhere in the field, the world, and even in the universe. It is the magical wand of the system. A reality that shows and represents us, embracing and uniting us with the world and even the universe, Kibele, the Mother of all. Our language, the tongue we use, is like our homeland to which we belong.

Language is actually just a frequency; a power that connects thought, emotion, the field, the world, the known, the unknown, the past, and the future, creating relationships, opening memory to thought, and intuition to creativity, a magic that presents dreams to reality.

At the same time, it is a warrior that separates when bringing together, divides while uniting, and occasionally clashes. It is precisely the mirror of our consciousness.

Perhaps the wind of life, the breeze of the soul, is our voice, our listening. Our wizard that we create ourselves with its magic.

With love…

Iris Pala

February 2024 / Istanbul

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