Hm, fizika koja inače proučava materiju, energiju i njihovu transformabilnost u prostoru i vremenu pripada istom nivou kao i sami um. Zen takodje ne izlzi izvan tih okvira, možemo reći da se bavi samim umom, i normalno je da kada se student fizike sretne sa učenjima uma ili obrnuto zaprepasti se o velikim sličnostima.
Zen nije mogao poznavati fiziku već samo način funkcionisanja uma posmatrajući ga sa jedne strane dok fizika nije mogla znati Zen budući da je posmatrala način i pravila funkcionisnja u okviru uma ali posmatrano sa druge strane.
Pa ipak, ostaje pitanje dubljeg poznavanja svega toga a to se može samo ako se posmatrač izvuče izvan okvira vlastitog uma, kao dela univerzalnog.
Postoji nekolko knjiga koje mogu dati sliku onoga o čemu govorim; Beyond the Light od Ginny Katz; On the Breath of the Gods od Ariel Tomioka; In the Company of ECK Masters od Philla Morimitzua…. a kao uvod može poslužiti knjižica Ključ Života.
Ne trebamo zaboraviti da je um samo naše orudje a ne i cilj, samo naš sluga a nikako nesme biti gospodar.
Postoji samo jedno prosvetljenje koje čoveka može dići iznad svog uma i učiniti ga gospodarem istog a to je nešto što um sam po sebi i sam od sebe ne može dati iako on sam izgleda jako “prosvetljenim” u poredjenju sa tamom ovog sveta.
Pozdrav!

From: In the Company of ECK Masters

Phil Morimitsu, In the Company of ECK Masters (Minneapolis: Eckankar, 1988), pps. 62-63

“OK. Imagine something so vast, that it keeps expanding before you, yet you keep expanding with it. It’s just out of your reach, but you keep expanding, ever outward in a sphere. You’re expanding at the speed of thought, in all directions at once. Now you exceed even the speed of thought – faster! You’ve caught up with the expansion.”

His words echoed in my being. I had caught up. But the movement stopped. The only way I could describe it, was that the whole inner universe had a bigness to it, and there was a gigantic rocking and shaking going on. But it wasn’t just me that was shaking, all of the inner universes were shaking until, when it all stopped, there was nothing . . . but wait – there was something different. I was the atmosphere, if you could call it that. There was the faint sound of the ECK [spirit], a pure but piercing single, high-pitched sound. It wove in and out, but this was different from the ECK sounds I had heard on other planes. I was this sound! At first it was almost painful – the pure piercing of It – but as I grew accustomed to It and stopped resisting It, It became soothing. My normal sight was gone. Instead I saw things by knowingness. I knew that there was a great white sheet of Light that was extending upwards at a forty-five degree angle into infinity. The Light was so pure and bright, It would have blinded all the physical universes, had it been revealed there. But I didn’t see this sheet of Light – I was it.

Wah Z’s [the guide's] voice came to me as if it were my own. “The pure worlds of Spirit!” he said, laughing. This is you. This is your true self and destiny. Never accept anything less, for to do so is to cheat yourself!”