Sometimes things happen that reveal an apparent pattern, plan, and meaning to the workings of the world. When this revelation occurs, it’s as if the Universe winks at us to say, “Now you’re in on the secret!” The “secret” is the realization that an infinite, unitary intelligence pervades everything—what author Stephen G. Post calls infinite Mind. And that’s why God and Love on Route 80 is a poke in the eye of materialism, the numbing ideology that all happenings conform to the so-called blind, meaningless laws of nature. In contrast, Post’s “journey west” is a coming-of-age metaphor for the discovery of ancient truths: that Consciousness is primary, that Mind was “here first,” and that love is a kind of metaphysical glue that holds things together and provides a delightful fizz to the whole show.
There is a chorus of agreement affirming Post’s view of infinite Mind, a universal One Mind that subsumes and unites all individual minds. This view is threaded from antiquity through the present. As Plato wrote, “[H]uman nature was originally One and we were a whole.”1 Hippocrates stated, “There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.”2 Pico della Mirandola, the Renaissance philosopher, believed that the world is governed by a “unity whereby one creature is united with the others and all parts of the world constitute one world.”3 In the nineteenth century, the German philosopher G. W. F. Hegel called distant mental exchanges between humans “the magic tie.” He believed that “the intuitive spirit oversteps the confines of time and space; it beholds things remote; things long past, and things to come.”4 Arthur Schopenhauer, also in nineteenth-century Germany, suggested that a single event could figure in two or more different chains of circumstance, linking the fates of different individuals in profound ways. He believed in a form of communication that took place between humans during dreams.5 Walt Whitman, America’s nineteenth-century bard, proclaimed, “All these separations and gaps shall be taken up and hook’d and link’d together…Nature and Man shall be disjoin’d and diffused no more….”6 His contemporary, philosopher-essayist Ralph Waldo Emerson, wrote, “There is one mind common to all individual men…[a] universal mind….” Emerson called this universal mind the Over-Soul which, he said, is “that unity…within which every man’s particular being is contained and made one with all other….[W]ithin man is the soul of the whole…the eternal ONE.”7 Among the poets in Emerson’s camp was William Butler Yeats: “[T]he borders of our minds are ever shifting, and…many minds can flow into one another…and create or reveal a single mind, a single energy….[T]he borders of our memories are…shifting, and…our memories are part of one great memory….”8 As Post reminds us, the Swiss psychiatrist Carl G. Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious and the collective conscious paralleled the views of Emerson and Yeats. Bottom line: everything is connected, including minds.
It is not widely known that some of the greatest physicists of the twentieth century were aligned with the concept of a single, collective form of consciousness. Astrophysicist Sir James Jeans observed, “When we view ourselves in space and time, our consciousnesses are obviously the separate individuals of a particle-picture, but when we pass beyond space and time, they may perhaps form ingredients of a single continuous stream of life. As it is with light and electricity, so it may be with life; the phenomena may be individuals carrying on separate existences in space and time, while in the deeper reality beyond space and time we may be all members of one body.”9
Erwin Schrödinger, whose wave equations lie at the heart of quantum physics and who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1933, wrote, “To divide or multiply consciousness is something meaningless. In all the world, there is no kind of framework within which we can find consciousness in the plural; this is simply something we construct because of the spatio-temporal plurality of individuals, but it is a false construction…. The category of number, of whole and of parts, are then simply not applicable to it.10 …The overall number of minds is just one…. In truth there is only one mind.11 [I]nconceivable as it seems to ordinary reason, you—and all other conscious beings as such—are all in all. Hence this life of yours which you are living is not merely a piece of the entire existence but is in a certain sense the whole; only this whole is not so constituted that it can be surveyed in one single glance.”12
The eminent physicist David Bohm agreed, observing, “If we don’t establish these absolute boundaries between minds, then it’s possible they could…unite as one mind…. Deep down the consciousness of mankind is one. This is a virtual certainty…and if we don’t see this it’s because we are blinding ourselves to it.”13 Bohm and his colleague Basil Hiley further stated, “The notion of a separate organism is clearly an abstraction, as is also its boundary. Underlying all this is unbroken wholeness even though our civilization has developed in such a way as to strongly emphasize the separation into parts.”14
Therefore, God and Love on Route 80 is more than an enchanting, beautiful book about a boy’s recurring dream and the life journey that followed from it; it is a recapitulation of both ancient and modern insights, including the conclusions of a variety of Nobel laureates. Route 80 is well paved. It has a firm foundation.
Above all, God and Love on Route 80 indicates the kind of awareness that is required if we are to survive the challenges we face as a species—the awareness of our connectivity and unity with all else, the knowledge that our world is sacred, holy, and worth saving. As novelist Alice Walker has said, “Anything we love can be saved”—including ourselves, our children, generations yet unborn, and the environment itself. And when we sense our intrinsic unity with one another, we can upgrade the Golden Rule from its customary expression, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” to “Be kind to others because in some sense they are you.”
Post’s infinite Mind helps us resacralize the world, to see it as intrinsically holy. Thank you, Stephen Post, for reminding us of this essential truth and for sharing with us an amazingly entertaining journey; this is above all a spiritual classic about the meaning we all seek and the possibilities for spiritual awakening that lie within.
—Larry Dossey, MD
Author: One Mind: How Our Individual Mind Is Part of a Greater Consciousness and Why It Matters
What you seek is seeking you.
—Rumi
The boy had no astonishing spiritual experiences like seeing a blazing bush on a rocky mountaintop, nor had he ever heard the voice of God telling him to do this or that like some prophet of old. He was modernly skeptical of such things, although not dismissive. It was only a simple recurring dream that started him off on a different kind of road trip that no one could ever have anticipated, much less condoned. The dream felt like a premonition, and from it many episodes of synchronicity followed. We all have had surprising encounters that are much too perfectly “set up” by the universe to come from chance and that point the way to a destiny of which we know nothing yet, but looking back we can connect the perfect dots.
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The dream came to him about a half dozen times over a couple of years, identical in its details: It was early morning, misty and silver-gray, at the end of a long road to the unknown west. High above the sea, a long-haired blond youth leaned outward over a ledge about to let go, when out of the mist appeared the light blue image of an angel’s face. Speaking softly and with great love, the angel said, “If you save him, you too shall live.” Then she faded back into the silver-gray mist.
The boy understood that some special dreams can express divine intent, but he was no big believer in literal angels. He rarely remembered dreams at all. Yet each time this dream flowed into his sleeping mind, the boy remembered it vividly, and he quietly meditated on its details while seated on his favorite wooden pew in the back of the old chapel at St. Paul’s School in New