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༻The Only Dance There Is༺

In Hindu Cosmology, the Dance of Shiva describes our Universe as having 5 stages or expressions. These Cosmic phases correspond to each individual's own spiritual journey from alienation and separation back to unity with Source, to truth, awakening to the sacred interdependence that materialistic cultures try to keep us from seeing.

These phases also correspond to scientific understandings of our Universe as evolving and changing via endless cycles of creation, regeneration and destruction. And of humans experiencing instability, suffering and chaos because of ignorance, with happiness and peace arising as love and wisdom heal what had been broken.

First of the 5 phases in our Universe is CREATION, the emergence of thoughts, creatures, structures and systems (from atoms to galaxies, solar systems, children, friendships and songs), all forms of new existence coming into being again and again across space and time.

Second is regeneration, the CONNECTIONS, attractions, forces and cycles of life, relationships, community, communications that bring individual parts together, maintaining balance, connecting everything that exists in Nature together, as harmonious and unified wholes.

Third is degeneration or destruction, how all structures in the Universe eventually dissolve and come apart. From a materialist view, destruction can be very chaotic, as towers and empires fall to the ground. But from a spiritual perspective this is the art of transformation::: the wisdom of LETTING GO of fixed structures, flowing like water, being fluid and moving around obstacles, like a river or the air.

This "de-structive" transformational process of also corresponds to the last two phases of Shiva's Dance, often called "Maya" (Illusion & Ignorance) and "Grace" (Wisdom & Awakening).

Shiva (pictured here as "Nataraja") is the Divine Cosmic Dancer, standing over spiritual ignorance and illusion, helping to transform our hearts and minds, awakening each of us to our true nature (as expressions of Source), by dissolving dream-like delusions of separation, awakening us to the truth of our deepest inseparable connection to (and identity as) All That Is.

IGNORANCE is the condition most of humanity has been struggling with over the past few thousand years, with dualistic religions that tell us we are not part of God, not part of Nature or the Universe, not sisters and brothers with all humanity and the great family of life.

Ignorance is rooted in compartmentalized and dualistic thinking, the illusion of separation. In truth, we are all creative living expressions of Nature, the Universe and Source.

Even science shows us this now. Every atom of your body is billions of years old, first created and then recycled by the Universe. Within those atoms spins energy that was unleashed by the Big Bang. The Universe is not far away, she lives within you. We are the Universe, in human form.

For those who believe in God, the nondual view could be that every atom is in truth the Consciousness of God, Source, Tao, Brahman. Corresponding to what physics calls the Quantum Field.

This is a return to WISDOM, to the magic of the real. Letting go of illusions of separateness, realizing that in truth we are all part of ONE Creative Cosmic Process.

This is what the paths of Taoism, Zen, Advaita Vedanta, Sufi mysticism and Kabbalah all point to, what Van Gogh tried to express in his paintings, what Einstein described with physics and Alan Watts with philosophy.

This is the realization of unity, oneness that rose up with the Sixties counterculture, the truth of Inter-Being Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh shared, that psychologist Richard Alpert (Ram Dass) referred to as "The Only Dance there Is."

It is a kind of New Cosmology, a world view that is dawning now in modern human cultures and consciousness, a fusion of wisdom both ancient and new. A return to deeper understanding and realization of what has always been true.

~Christopher Chase
Fukuoka, Japan

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22/01/2026

In 1942, N**i guards stripped a psychiatrist of everything—his coat, his name, his life's work—but they accidentally gave him the one discovery that would change millions of lives.
The guards at the concentration camp intake made a calculation. They shaved the 37-year-old man's head. They tattooed a number on his skin: 119,104. Then they found a manuscript sewn into the lining of his jacket—years of research, his theories, his
life's work.
They tore it up. They threw it into the fire.
In their eyes, they had just erased the man. They believed that by taking his dignity, his profession, and his words, they had reduced him to nothing more than a body waiting to expire.
They were catastrophically wrong.
They had stripped Viktor Frankl of everything he owned. But they had inadvertently forced him to discover the one thing that could never be taken away—the last of human freedoms.

Viktor Frankl had not planned to be there.
Months earlier in Vienna, he had held a golden ticket: a visa to America. He was a respected psychiatrist with a growing practice and a wife named Tilly he deeply loved.
The visa meant safety. It meant a career. It meant life.
But the visa covered only him—not his elderly parents.
He stood paralyzed by the choice. If he left, his parents would almost certainly be taken by the N**is. If he stayed, he would join them in the camps.
Then he saw it: a piece of marble on his father's desk. His father had rescued it from the ruins of a synagogue the N**is had destroyed.
Engraved on it was one commandment: "Honor thy father and mother."
Viktor let the visa expire. He stayed. And soon, the knock on the door came.

He was sent to Theresienstadt, then Auschwitz, then Dachau. The conditions were designed to kill not just the body, but the soul.
Men slept nine to a wooden bed. They were fed watery soup and stale bread. They worked in freezing mud until they collapsed.
But as a doctor, Frankl began noticing something strange: death didn't always strike the weakest first.
Strong men withered and died in days. Frail men who looked like skeletons somehow kept waking up morning after morning.
Frankl realized men weren't just dying from typhus or starvation. They were dying from a lack of meaning.
The camp doctors even had a term for it: "give-up-itis."
It followed a predictable pattern. A prisoner would stop washing. Then he would stop moving. Then he would do something that signaled the end: he would smoke his own ci******es.
Ci******es were the only currency in the camp—they could be traded for an extra bowl of soup, which meant another day of life.
When a man smoked his own cigarette, he was signaling he no longer cared about tomorrow.
Usually within 48 hours, he would be dead.
Frankl whispered to himself the words of Nietzsche: "He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how."
So prisoner 119,104 began a quiet, invisible rebellion.
He couldn't save his manuscript, so he rewrote it in his mind. While marching through snow in torn shoes, beaten by guards, he wasn't there. He was in a warm lecture hall in Vienna, delivering talks about the psychology of the concentration camp to imagined students.
He forced his mind to focus on a future that did not yet exist.
He thought of Tilly. He didn't know if she was alive. But he held onto her image. He had mental conversations with her. He saw her smile. The love he felt became an anchor the guards couldn't touch.
He began helping others find their anchors. He would crawl to sobbing men and ask: "What is waiting for you?"
One man had a daughter in a foreign country. Another was a scientist with books to finish. Frankl reminded them of the unfinished business of their lives.
He gave them a reason to stand for one more roll call.

In April 1945, the camps were liberated.
Viktor Frankl emerged into the light weighing 85 pounds. His ribs pushed against his skin like a bird cage.
He was free. But freedom brought crushing news.
Tilly was dead. His mother was dead. His father was dead. His brother was dead.
Every single person he had stayed for, every person he had dreamed of during the long nights, was gone.
He was entirely alone.
It was the moment where he could have finally succumbed. Instead, he sat down and began to write.
He wrote with feverish intensity, pouring the pain, the loss, and the lessons onto the page. He reconstructed the manuscript the N**is had burned, but added something new—the undeniable proof of his experience.
It took him nine days. Nine days to write "Man's Search for Meaning."
He didn't write it for fame. He originally wanted to publish it anonymously, using only his prisoner number: 119,104. He didn't think anyone would care about a camp survivor's thoughts.
Publishers rejected it. They said it was too depressing. They said people wanted to forget the war.
But the book found its way into the world.
And something remarkable happened. People started reading it. A grieving widow found strength to get out of bed. A bankrupt businessman realized his life wasn't over. A depressed student found a reason to stay alive.
The book spread hand to hand, country to country. It sold millions of copies. It was translated into dozens of languages.
The Library of Congress eventually named it one of the ten most influential books in American history.

Viktor Frankl lived until 1997. At age 67, he earned his pilot's license. He climbed mountains throughout his life—three difficult trails in Austria were named after him. He remarried and had a daughter.
He lived a life full of the meaning he had fought so hard to define.
But his greatest legacy wasn't the book itself. It was the lesson he brought back from the abyss:
You can take everything from a human being—their wealth, their health, their family, their freedom.
But there is one thing—the last of human freedoms—that no guard, no government, and no tragedy can ever take away:
The freedom to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances. The freedom to choose your own way.
The N**is tried to reduce him to a number. They tried to make him a victim of history.
Instead, Viktor Frankl turned his suffering into a lens that helped millions of people see the light.
He showed us that we are not defined by what the world does to us. We are defined by what we do with what is left.

21/01/2026