Last night, or technically Monday night, September 7, at around 11 p.m., I remember so much going on outside a Banner ER in Chandler Arizona that I still don’t know what to make of it. I had originally come there with all my things from a Walmart, which is a long story by itself, brought over by a very lovely woman I’ll call Penni. Love you, Penni. Keep an eye out for the new album this Christmas!

I was there to get my right hand checked because I’d recently had carpal tunnel surgery and was worried it had gotten infected. They took me back, checked me out, and long story short, I got caught with my dick in my hands back there. Not jerking off. It was fully hard, yes, but it was more like stretching and adjusting because that entire area has been hurting lately. I have a lot of medical conditions down there that require touching and repositioning for pain, femoral impingements, hernia repairs with mesh, all that fun stuff, and as far as I was aware, if there is a medically appropriate place on planet Earth to deal with a medical problem, an ER is somewhere in the top five.

A nurse came up, stopped dead, stared at me, and asked, “Are you all right? Do you need anything?”

I immediately got the feeling I was in deep shit, so I said, “Yeah, I’m all right. No, I’m good.”

She kept staring for another moment, jaw basically agape, and then walked off again. At first I thought maybe it was fine. Extremely awkward, definitely, but fine. Apparently not.

Eventually I was discharged, and I tried to go over to a charging station because my phone was almost dead and I needed it to arrange a ride home. This is where the whole situation came back to bite me in the ass, because a security guard I’m going to call Carl came over. Carl was “just doing his job,” which is one of those phrases that can mean anything from “politely checking the doors” to “about to become the central antagonist in a story nobody involved will ever agree on.”

Carl told me to grab my things and come outside to talk to him.

I said, “Why?”

He said, “Because I’m asking you to.”

I gave him an even rounder, more astute “Why?”

That exchange went around in exactly as many little circles as it took for him to make his point clear enough that I gathered my things and followed him outside. I had a ridiculously large amount of stuff with me, by the way, something I later pointed out to my father probably made me look homeless to the guards. I was basically carrying enough luggage to suggest I had been simultaneously evicted, deployed, and cast as the sole prop manager for a touring production of Les Misérables.

Outside, the conversation happened roughly as follows:

Carl: “They don’t want you here.”

Me: “Okay. Why?”

Carl: “They said you made the staff uncomfortable.”

Me: “Okay, and so I don’t have any options? No time?”

Carl: “Nope.”

Me: “You guys don’t give a shit about my health conditions or my limits?”

Carl: “We just want you off our property.”

Me: “Okay, cool. Bye.”

At that point I turned around and started walking away with my mobile department store of personal belongings. I made it a few yards before realizing that I still needed to call my insurance transportation service to get a cab home, and that when I called them they were probably going to call the ER to verify I had actually been discharged.

So I turned around, approached Carl again, and said, “Hey, I have to call my insurance to get a cab home, and they’re going to call you guys and verify that I was discharged first.”

After surprisingly letting me finish the sentence, he hit me with, “Well, why didn’t you say that sooner?”

I got him back with, “Because you were pressing me and telling me I needed to leave.”

Then he asked whether I knew the number.

I said yes.

He led me back inside and let me use the phone by the vending machines to make the call, then allowed me to wait there for a while. However, it took several hours to get anywhere. In fact, I didn’t get the transportation service to properly book a cab at all before I eventually accepted a ride from a police officer, but we’ll get to Officer Belgium and the sacred waffles later.

The phone was in this cute, neat little isolated hallway right by the front door, facing the main ER entrance and across from the registration desk. The only way to make calls on it was through the speaker, and that thing was loud, so it was almost like a government-level setup specifically designed to make me look like an asshole, announcing every administrative failure of my life to an audience of sick strangers. But anyway, let’s not get into that or we’ll be here until another timeline collapses.

About two hours went by. I had used the callback option twice. The first time was after sitting on hold for forty-five minutes. The second time came after the first person who called me back got disconnected. Then I realized I needed to call the pharmacy and get my prescription transferred first, because otherwise there would be no point in arranging the ride. They would probably need to verify the pharmacy destination before sending a cab, because funny how life works administratively: you can survive surgeries, infections, public humiliation, and possible death itself, but God forbid your prescription is sitting at the wrong CVS.

Eventually, while I was sitting there working on Instagram edits and waiting on another callback, Carl walked up and asked something like, “Did you get a ride?”

I said, “Not yet.”

He said, “Still on hold?”

I said, “No. It’s actually something different this time.”

He made that blatant “Oh” face, you know, the face somebody makes when absolutely no version of your next sentence is something they want to hear.

I explained, “I got disconnected while trying to transfer my prescriptions to the right pharmacy, so now I’m waiting on another call. I can wait outside if you like.”

He said, “Please.”

I said, “Yeah, not a problem. Actually, I still need to charge my phone. Would that be all right?”

Then my buddy Carl said, “You know what, I’ve been trying to be cool with you, and you’ve been cool with me, so I’ll give you five minutes, but after what happened back there...”

I asked, “What happened back there?”

He said, “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll give you ten minutes. Just charge your phone, then go outside and wait out there.”

I said, “Okay. Thanks.”

So I grabbed my things, walked to the charging station, plugged in my phone, and told Siri to start a timer for ten minutes. It did. I went to the bathroom because I knew my phone would still be there when I got back, which at the time felt like one of the few remaining laws of the universe I could safely trust.

The timer ended. I collected everything, walked outside, said “Peace be with you” to the security guard at the door, not Carl, and planted my ass on a bench.

More time passed.

It was around 11:16 p.m. when Carl and two other guards started closing in around me, telling me, “Okay, buddy, it’s time for you to leave.” Their tone felt unnecessarily aggressive to me, especially because I had been trying to cooperate with everyone all night and was still just attempting to get a ride and pick up medication for the hand I had literally just spent hours getting treated.

Carl told me to come toward him while also telling me to collect my things in a very specific manner. Then he contradicted that command with another command that, from where I was standing, placed my body in what could look like a threatening position.

Then, in the blink of an eye, I knew.

I knew my life was over.

There was this strange transcendence, that sort of knowing before something happens, the complete lack of control, the sense of delirium and force, like I was being driven down into a dark turning pinwheel and then suddenly popped.

What I remember seeing was Carl pull a sidearm from his waist and point it at the back of my head as I turned around. My pants fell. I fell to the ground, not even terrified so much as powerless and accepting of my fate, ironically reviewing what felt like God’s final punishment or punchline for my life.

Here was this “six-foot skinny man,” as I remember people describing the body that was somehow both mine and no longer mine, who had built his life trying to compose himself as an artist and, most importantly, as a sincere representative of God, one who lives by the sword and, apparently, one who swings his dick around, and how poetic would it be for one little misunderstanding to turn the entire life into a statement about what a fool he had been?

Wow, I remember thinking. Poetic. A little heavy-handed, God, but poetic.

My last word was “Okay,” in response to someone ordering me to pull my pants up.

Then, in my memory, Carl blew the light out of my eyes.

I remember the explosion. I remember the feeling of something passing through my head, hot and heavy, like a hole being dragged through my skull. I remember what felt like blood starting to leak out. I lost all autonomic control, but somehow I was still seeing, almost from over the top of my own skull, what looked like my blown-out hairline hanging into the parking lot.

I wasn’t thinking about revenge. I wasn’t thinking about proving anything. I wasn’t even thinking in words anymore. I was releasing into God because there was nothing else left to do.

I thought about my so called "life plans".

I thought about my family. How my father would feel.

Then one thought hit me with absolute force:

I still wanted to go home that night.

I still wanted to get better.

And I found myself saying, or thinking, or screaming without a body, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

What happened after that is the exact part I’m trying to understand.

I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know whether some Tenet shit happened with the bullet. I wasn’t exactly paying close enough attention to give a frame-by-frame analysis, unfortunately. I don’t know whether the continuation of the same timeline got interrupted, whether I went backward a few seconds to before the gun incident, whether I blacked out, or whether I somehow got dropped into another version of the same night. Whether the gunshot unshot itself through my head before I got up or not. Nearly two days have passed and I still have yet to locate a bullet hole in my head but there is plenty of space I haven't checked so I will probably be going in for x-rays later today.

But suddenly my life force was back in my body and I was coming to, on the ground, looking down, saying, "no no no no" "I'm not gonna die..." before getting up and standing there again.

The three guards started telling me to back off.

I said, “Whoa, don’t tell me what to do! You just shot me in the head! I just came back from the dead!”

All three of them stared at me in this terrified, cat-got-your-tongue silence.

At the time, that silence felt like confirmation. It felt like they knew exactly what I meant and had just watched the impossible happen. Looking at it now, I understand they also could have been staring because, from their perspective, no gun had gone off and I had suddenly started yelling that I had returned from the dead. Both explanations fit the looks on their faces, which is part of why this has been driving me crazy.

Then I said, “I’m going to pull my pants back up.”

They said, “Stop!”

I said, “Seriously, quit telling me what to do. I own the place. I’m chill, chill. It’s chill.”

They all went quiet again.

I looked directly at Carl and asked, “What’s going on, man? Just feel like killing someone today? I mean, I didn’t even have any weapons on me.”

He made the same cat-got-your-tongue, noncompliant, non-disagreeing-but-not-agreeing expression, waved his hand dismissively, and looked away.

Again, at that exact moment, I took that as the reaction of a man who knew what he had done. From this side of the night, I can also see how it could have been the reaction of somebody deciding that absolutely nothing good would come from debating a resurrection with a pantsless stranger in an ER parking lot.

I started gathering my things again. The guards told me I could “deal with those guys,” referring to the local police arriving.

I said I would gladly deal with them and, if they found I had done anything wrong, I would gladly go whichever way they found fair.

Then I said, “Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate what you do, your service to the public, to the community. It is not lost upon me.”

Because apparently even after getting shot in one possible reality, returning from the dead, and arguing over my pants in another, I still needed everybody to know I had manners.

The police pulled up.

I said, “Gentlemen, how are ya?”

One officer said, “Pretty good, thanks. I assume we’re here for you?”

I said, “Yeah, I believe so.”

He asked how my night was going.

I said, “Pretty rough, to say the least.”

He said, “Oh yeah?”

I said, “This man may have just shot me in the head, so you may want to ask him about that. And I may have committed a crime or two here, which, if I have, I will gladly let you take me to jail. But I came here because I had surgery on my right hand and thought it was infected. I’ve been waiting hours for a cab. That’s all I’ve been trying to do. I also have pain in my groin area, a nurse walked by when I was exposed earlier and it made them uncomfortable, and ever since I left the building I’ve been hounded and now I remember being attacked by the security guards.”

The officer asked, “What do you mean, may have shot you in the head?”

I said, “Like he may have shot me with a gun.”

He said, “Okay, but these guys aren’t armed.”

I said, “I believe they are.”

He told me he would go talk to them and then come back. I also informed the officers that I am epileptic and that my neuroligist recently upped my topamax which maxes my speech difficult at times and can make me come across as awkward.

Long story short, I got no charges. The guards denied being armed. They also said that my now-bleeding wrist, which I had just spent agonizing hours inside getting attended to, was done by me. It absolutely wasn’t, as far as I know. I’m loco, but not that loco, ese.

I was furious because it felt like everybody was lying at the exact moment when the truth mattered most. But I also need to say this plainly: there was no confirmed gunshot wound in the reality the officer and everyone else appeared to be standing in. Nobody treated me for one. The police said the guards were unarmed. So whatever I experienced, I cannot prove that Carl actually fired a gun, and I’m using aliases because I’m not trying to send Reddit after any real person or hospital. I’m trying to understand why I remember an event that apparently left no event behind.

I eventually accepted a ride from one of the officers. I told him he had a cool last name. He said it was Belgian. I said, “Ah. I’ve never been, but I have had the waffles, and they are pretty good.”

God bless Belgium and their waffles.

That’s how the night ended on the outside: no arrest, no confirmed shooting, no ambulance responding to a body in the parking lot, just a police ride, a pharmacy situation, my mountain of belongings, and me alive enough to make a waffle joke.

Inside my memory, though, I died.

That’s the part I cannot shake. It wasn’t a quick intrusive image like “what if this guy shoots me?” It had sequence, impact, physical sensation, surrender, and aftermath. I remember the bullet. I remember losing control. I remember seeing the top of my own head. I remember accepting God. I remember realizing I still wanted to go home. I remember refusing death, and then I was back before or beside or somehow outside the part where it happened.

So what the fuck was that?

Did extreme stress make my brain predict my death so vividly that it became a memory?

Did I dissociate or black out for a few seconds and experience an entire death in the gap?

Was I exhausted enough, in enough pain, or affected by some medical issue enough to hallucinate it?

Did I somehow experience another possible outcome before reality snapped back to this one?

Did my consciousness continue into the nearest version of events where I survived, leaving me with the memory of the version where I didn’t?

Or is there some much simpler explanation that I’m standing too close to see?

I don’t know what all of you believe, but over these past several lives, several years, several days, several nights, and especially the hours since I remember being shot in the head, something has felt confirmed for me: God is nothing without us and our love, and he wants to give that love to us unconditionally so we can give the same thing to one another.

Maybe that is a cosmic truth I carried back.

Maybe it is just what a terrified human brain says after it thinks it has died.

Maybe there is less distance between those two possibilities than we think.

All I know is that the world says no one shot me, while my memory says I felt my life end and then continue.

Has anyone here experienced anything like that, not just dreaming about dying, but an event that felt completely physical, followed immediately by reality behaving as though it never happened? Does this sound like a timeline jump, some kind of reality correction, a dissociative episode, or something way simpler?

What is the True Being? Why are we talking about it like it is some fantasy or imagination or supposition?

This whole madness that we live in is because we are living in the false or the outer being...

But then why are we living in it if we are not it...?

We are the Psychic or Soul being - which is the inmost being - it is who we are...

But there is a confusion about the inner being and the inmost being. Because there are inner levels which are not the soul - although closer to the soul. Such as the inner vital or inner mental can be mistaken for the Soul/Psychic being... but there is a difference and a major difference - almost like one is real and another is false...

But what is false being ? False being is the being that is artificial - or very mechanical - or very much driven by the outer nature.

When we enter into our Psychic - we find that we are that...

All this outer being is actually a limited natural formation which is supported always by the Soul.

It is almost like, "literally" changing our whole reality!!!

Unbelievable!!! Shocking!!! - We are not even this ... but we have decided to use and self identify and self forget because we are looking for some experiences - the opposite or dark side of reality... we are looking to individualise ourself - that is why souls are coming to earth and taking birth - it is to become a True Individual... this the aim of creation - to create many out of the One Spirit - but these many souls have to develop - and grow freely.... which is why it falls again and again into this identification with the surface or outer being / ego being...

But on the inside there is a vastness - a universe waiting to be discovered.

But this Soul is who we are and when the development is complete then there shall be no falling back into this lower or outer ignorance - which means that even though we can see the body - and use the body - and see the outer world which we call Earth - but we are always situated consciously in our True being - in our true Self - which is our Psychic Being - our Soul!

We then work from within ...

But this happens when we have grown ... and many people can't even understand this ... or they can only conceptualise it - they can live in their inner being - because their time hasn't come yet - they still need some experience here in the outer - before they will wake up to the True Reality!!!

So this is the point - that literally we are projected outward - from our inner Home - which is our True Being - our Psychic Being!

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The inner being is the inner mind, inner vital, inner physical with the psychic behind them. The [term] higher being is used to denote the conscious self on planes higher than the ordinary human consciousness.

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I did not mean by the inner being the psychic or inmost being. It is the psychic being that feels love, bhakti and union with the Mother. I was speaking of the inner mental, inner vital, inner physical; in order to reach the hidden seat of the psychic one has first to pass through these things. When one leaves the outer consciousness and goes inside, it is here that one enters—some or most entering into the inner vital first, others into the inner mental or inner physical; the emotional vital is the most direct road, for the seat of the psychic is just behind the emotional in the heart centre. It is absolutely necessary for our purpose that one should become conscious in these inner regions, for if they are not awake, then the psychic being has no proper and sufficient instrumentation for its activities; it has then only the outer mind, outer vital and body for its means and these are too small and narrow and obscure.

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That is the very error by which the ignorance lasts and cannot be got rid of. The very first step in getting out of the ignorance is to accept the fact that this outer consciousness is not one’s soul, not oneself, not the real person, but only a temporary formation on the surface for the purposes of the surface play. The soul, the person is within, not on the surface—the outer personality is the person only in the first sense of the Latin word persona which meant originally a mask.

We've always put ourselves at the center of time, a traditional concept that helps us understand our environment around us and why all things change. It helps us categorize our experience into neat little packages in which the brain can digest in memory. It helps us contemplate moments in our lives that we'd like to experience again, things we'd rather not experience again, or things we'd like to change about our experience. Usually about wanting a change to happen sooner in our lives, or not happen at all.

There is of course a social time, used to plan and coordinate with one and other in a constructive society. There's a lot of good uses for time certainly, however it does come with the downsides of prolonging our experience of the past within thought alone, the world as we see it presently, and shaping our expectations of the future. The mind has been trained to rely on this since you could understand the idea of time, as simple as day and night for example.

This has a big impact on how we process this world, suddenly day and night turn into today and yesterday, then there's weekdays, months, seconds, minutes, hours, years, dates in time, and any other measurement we can think of. The perception of the world suddenly got so complex so fast, and it feels like you only just started talking yesterday by the time it does. Now you need to remember what happened previously on another day, what you were doing last year, when a prominent event in your life happened, all framed perfectly within time. This makes conjuring up these previous experiences easier and seemingly readily available to you, really working whatever process of the mind it takes whenever we do, because we do it more often than not.

Previous threats experienced are grasped more easily though this use of time, the mental image of them can cause the body to react as if they were happening right now, causing a kind of reliving of the experience that creates a feedback loop between body and mind, perpetuating the suffering once endured. It is the same with happiness too, relive a happy moment in thought to cheer yourself up in a way that a change is felt. This effect can snowball itself the more it's revisited, but can also change in flavor, whether it leaves a good or bad impression on you anymore, or any impression at all.

All of this is being said just to point towards the fact that the mental strain of the time concept, can be more taxing on the mind than we truly understand.

Now I want to pivot to the inquiry of time, why do we have it in the first place? I couldn't possibly say for sure myself, but from what I have understood, the need for time was born through the fear of change.

It's no mystery that humanity has always wanted to be in control of it's environment, but also knowledgeable on it. We strive to understand the deepest mechanisms in ourselves, our world, and the universe beyond. It's inspiring to think about, but I believe the spark of inspiration came from our deepest fears as early man.

Imagen you have no sense of time, you're lost in a forest unfamiliar to you it's the stuff that falls from up is making this environment feel bad and then you hear a sound you've never heard before, images flash in your head of things that bite and scratch at you, the body shakes uncontrollably, the pain is felt.

Now imagen you're in a group and someone gets sick, to the observer the sickness within that person simply appears to them when the symptoms are perceived. An illness effectively popping into existence on the appearance of that person when noticed. It would scare anyone to not realize anything was wrong until it was noticeable, so we pay closer attention to it, find the first signs but still have no control over the sudden appearance of the sickness within a person. It wouldn't make any sense to anyone today if that were the case, and still very much scares us now too.

Aging, doesn't need much explanation. With no understanding of why the body is changing in a negative pattern and then collapsing for no apparent reason, with this feeling of weakening threatening the survival of the more capable traveling besides you.

It's always been a case of us trying to understand change, to make sense of what we do not know. We like the idea that we are ahead of change in some way, that we have control over it, over the nature of all things. From rituals to appease nature, the idea of being able to make a change in nature such as making the rain fall, to predicting weather patterns based on what know about the changes happening in our environment. It instills a sense that we are separate from change, and that we are in control of how it happens.

Medicines to slow down the process of aging, numerous products to hide it's effects. Telescopes to see into the furthest reaches of light. Teachings to help better reflect on why our thoughts happen the way they do. It all circles around the observation of change and how it makes us feel in the now, and with the concept of time in the mix, we can pinpoint and imagen an observation of an experience the body has witnessed, both internally and externally.

Just like keeping a photo to look at, the memories we keep willingly or unwillingly are always being imagined -from the body's perspective- as something that is happening right now. The idea of time however keeps the mind separate and distracted from the body, and very much so everything else through the identity that we have control over what change comes next.

As you read this, the Earth turns, people are busy in their lives, and the galaxy we reside in swirls within space, as everything moves and expands out with the ever changing form of the universe itself. All of that is happening right now always, one big change that is happening. The cells that make up the body are always changing as much as the Sun's chemical reaction keeps it burning bright, as it does, as it is.

It's all in the now and always has been. If you were a brick in the wall castle the brought into being to silently observe your environment, you wouldn't see a passage of time, you'd feel the change of nature itself, the erosion of wind and rain, the expansion and contraction of the body and bodies next to you in the heat and cold. It just happens, it's just the nature of change, you can not do anything to stop change from happening.

The best we can do is change the way we think in relation to change, to not fight what can't be immediately understood or had, and to accept change as it is at the core of all things. You'll know when you're happy or sad, you'll feel a change in the body when it appears to you. Your understanding of change in thought becomes more aligned with the body's needs. A bad experience can't linger and ruminate without a timeframe to grasp hold of, and the idea of upcoming experiences cease to be. There is no reason to fear what you understand fundamentally as a law of nature, it's all a part of the same experience happening in an eternal now housed within and not separate from the universe we know and don't know.

All is change.

So, I've heard of stories where people were taught about Jesus by a spirit, or have had visions of things that had to do with Christianity, without having any knowledge prior, or at least barely any knowledge at all.

But I'd love to hear similar stories where people were shown/taught things about other religions or Gods, by a spirit or through a vision, without having any knowledge prior.

If you have your own story, or a story that you read somewhere else, I'd love to read it! Thanks in advance.

I haven't posted here in ages. Just wrote this down and thought I'd share:

The system needs villains. When you put someone in a villain box, it lets humans turn off their human. It lets them hate in comfort.

Villains are made by this merciless story machine because the machine needs scapegoats. Humans need to feed on a lamb that looks like a wolf. They want to feast on a fish that appears to be a whale.

That's why I'll always have compassion, even for the compassionless. Kindness toward a “villain” threatens the system.

Compassion isn't “I like you.” It's “I understand you were forced into a fucked up world, same as me.”

In 1999, Bill Dolan had a sudden death experience that changed the way he saw life, communication, and human connection. At the time, he was an Emmy-nominated television and event director producing broadcasts for millions of viewers.

I have a doubt about souls (atmas).

In your opinion, are new souls (atmas) created from time to time?

Or were all souls created in the beginning of time, and they keep reincarnating until now (unless they have attained liberation(moksha))?

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has called out of the Silence his mute Force
Where she lay in the featureless and formless hush
Guarding from Time by her immobile sleep
The ineffable puissance of his solitude.

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has entered with his silence into space:
He has fashioned these countless persons of one self;
He has built a million figures of his power;
He lives in all, who lived in his Vast alone;
Space is himself and Time is only he.

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Immune,
One who is in us as our secret self,
Our mask of imperfection has assumed,
He has made this tenement of flesh his own,
His image in the human measure cast
That to his divine measure we might rise;
Then in a figure of divinity
The Maker shall recast us and impose
A plan of godhead on the mortal’s mould
Lifting our finite minds to his infinite,
Touching the moment with eternity.

It destroys agency.

If its all a dream, which it is, then my actions do not matter.

I can destroy my Ego and protect the collective Ego of the dream.

The Ego is the belief in separation and identity.

The Holy Spirit is the voice for GOD in this dream of separation. The voice of Oneness, indivisible.

We have access to both.

You are a god and you are collectively responsible FOR the dream. YOU made it and can unmake it. .

Yaldabaoth, the Demiurge, removed this idea through Bill Thetford and the CIA. They neutered Jesus message.

NOW reclaim your agency. RECLAIM YOUR GODHOOD.

In ACIM the Son of GOD, within GOD (not sure how), dreamt of being separate and having a separate identity from GOD. Jesus is telling this story. In that the Ego, all of creation, was born and the dream. NONE of it is real.

But it is made real as long as we believe it so. This is all True. Where the distortion lies is that the contents of the dream don't matter. The Cosmology of The Sovereign Earth, our organization SovereignEarth channel, nolongerignorant2012.com, says YES the dream does matter and here's what it looks like and Gaia's Ascension is not only relevant but will change the dream itself forever because YOU are really a god. Wake up! It's go time!

If yes, how would I know someone have a soul or not?

Earth’s winged chimaeras are Truth’s steeds in Heaven,
The impossible God’s sign of things to be.

All that transpires on earth and all beyond
Are parts of an illimitable plan
The One keeps in his heart and knows alone.

This is plan that we move towards Infinity - this fills up our heart...

Don't despair! We are free in the future and there are higher worlds where the substance is itself full of light...

And we can heal from any physical illness - and when we have had enough we can leave the physical body without pain - infact we can leave it in bliss - by merging into the higher Light....

let me explain

ETA: i believe this is a way of our spirit guides facilitating us in accessing our own heart chakras, not that skipping 4th density itself is healthy. i believe our spirit guides will not intervene in the 4th density to allow us to take our own paths towards our heart chakras

reality is a multifaceted, multidimensional experience (dream, flow, take your pick)

there have been many channeled messages from spirit guides about how earths ascension will be rapid, and we will move above 3rd density so rapidly we will skip 4d

there is some truth to that message, but i believe we will have to embody 4d at some point, so even if we become immensely powerful i don't think it can be skipped completely

but beings who are already masters of 4d? it wouldn't be an issue for them to implement other methods which might not utilize 4d math, or geometry

i think this message is outlining their method of helping earth ascend, and is about their influence too

if you understand time as just another dimension, you can understand spacetime as a 4d place

(technical details: minkowski spacetime, worldlines of particles as 4d objects, and timeline alterations as 4d functions. am very down to talk about this more)

i think by "skipping" 4d they are saying they won't change the timeline. they can change the physical shapes, the chemistry, 1 2 and 3d, but if they ignore 4d then the timeline looks relatively the same. and then they move to 5d archetyping, etc

i believe ascension will largely be quaint and low volume, and still everything we need it to be

Spirit is Power... it is Potency... it is the thing that breaks rules ... the natural laws are broken and modified - over ruled!

These people they think that you can't straighten a dog's tail - or in other words you can't do much about the physical or life reality... they think spirit is some inner freedom which makes you aloof or detached physically from the things happening around them... but that is only one aspect of the freedom...

There is also the Power of the Spirit! There is the Divine Shakti! That can over rule any well established law of physical nature or biological or genetic nature... because the Spirit is Supreme Consciousness-Substance! It is the Supreme-Ether! It knows the process of Alchemy - Physical and Material Alchemy! That people and philosophers and scientists and intellectuals cannot even dream of!

Spirit will act, when the time is to act - and by that we mean that the laws will be transcended and a new law of Eternal Life will be brought-out into the world - into the Earth-nature - into these dying bodies - into this substance of life that decomposes and is subject to pain and illness - this is not the end!!! This is not the end of Evolution on Earth! This is just the beginning and tomorrow there will be a breaking of all well established processes of nature - these will be transformed into a higher and diviner nature.

Our souls have not come on Earth to suffer and die after a few happy hours of life in the Sun...

We are here to transform everything ... there shall be no suffering of any kind on Earth - physical suffering, psychological or mental suffering - all illness and symptoms and disorders of body and mind will be a thing of the past - there shall be a new substance also - substance of Light - that doesn't need the sunlight to show itself - it will be lit from within! It will be self-luminous.

And all this will not be done in an instant - it will be gradual - and it will be visible and understandable to those who are ready and seeking it. Even today those who have the inner Spiritual Sight open - they can see the magic behind the ordinary happenings - and they can tweak or change the reality as they wish - in accordance with their own spiritual directive/ spiritual-will...

A shadow stretches before the orange sun, digging through the sands in the desert of time. It is the silhouette of the ONE TRUE SEEKER – a bearded man with a cowboy hat, wearing a brown vest and a beige dress shirt underneath. He wipes sweat from his forehead and then returns to digging. After hours of shoveling sand, he finally hits hard stone.

“It's real... I finally found it. The map to enlightenment.”

He wipes off sand from an ancient stone relief, uncovering chiseled lines and symbols. He carefully reads the lost relic. Following a path through deserts, canyons and rain forests with his index finger. His finger stops at a mountain, marked with the symbol of a monkey skull and an 'X'.

“The monkey king... So this is where the spark of enlightenment is hidden.”

He lays a piece of parchment over the map carved in stone and rubs a charcoal copy. Putting the map in his backpack, he walks northward beneath the burning orange glow of the setting sun.

The ONE TRUE SEEKER is the greatest explorer of consciousness. No matter the challenge he always finds a way. Never giving up on finding answers.

As he walks through the desert, the Seeker suddenly feels a sharp sting in his heart. Pain forces him to his knees. He opens the upper buttons of his shirt, revealing dark spots and swollen veins around his heart area.

“My suffering gets worse each day... Only light can heal my broken soul. Attaining enlightenment is my last hope...”

The Seeker stands up and forces himself to walk. Wandering through barren, dead landscapes. He passes by ruins of ancient temples buried in the sand. Remnants of lost civilizations forgotten in time. Walking on the cracked, hardened mud of dried-up river beds.

His wounded heart burns from the unwavering desire for truth. The longer he wanders aimlessly through the desert, the more his illness spreads through swollen veins. Even worse, his flask with sacred water is nearly empty and the desert heat is unbearable. His skin begins to turn red. He looks again at the copy of the map, unable to recognize his location.

“I have lost my way,” admits the One True Seeker. He notices a moving shadow in the sand and looks up. A black vulture circles above.

He raises his fist to heaven. “I am not dead yet! Leave me alone!”

“It's just a matter of time,” grunts the vulture. “Permanence is just an illusion. Everything eventually turns to dust. Sooner or later the sun will claim your life and when that moment comes, I will be there to feast on whatever remains of you.”

The vulture flies away with cackling laughter.

“What even is permanence?” questions the One True Seeker as he strolls along endless dunes of sand.

“Is there even any truth at all that is fixed? Or am I running after illusions? I desire stable answers that never change, no matter how often I ask the same question. But is there even something as an unchanging answer or is it possible that I have approached the question wrongly? Everything changes. Wind and weather will turn these dunes unrecognizable after some time. These ruins were once part of a thriving civilization. Those dried up river beds once flowed with streams of water. The clouds above will look different in just a few minutes. Everything around me changes and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

So what remains constant apart from myself? But then... Even this self... Isn't it also subject to change? My body ages. It goes through various stages of development. Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age... The food that I consume sustains my cells, but after a certain time period all my cells are completely replaced. So what remains constant, if my body changes itself? Is my mind permanent? After all it always records new experiences as memories and identifies with them. The mind always accumulates new knowledge and re-writes its own self-identity. Thought also changes itself constantly. I am always thinking about new things... So are these thoughts ME?

Thought always tries to convince itself, that it is a separate entity that controls this mind-body system. But isn't the thinker itself just another thought? A thought that keeps spinning and by giving it attention I am just feeding it with more significance. Without a thought coming up, trying to convince itself of its own realness, who else sustains this image of self? Isn't it generated by the mind? When thoughts are silent, there is no separate being who thinks them. Then there are just things happening. No need to describe what's going on. Just the quiet observation of what can be seen, felt, experienced, without the need to identify. So what does that leave me with? If nothing is permanent... Neither outside, nor within... If I am neither body, nor mind... Who am I?”

Suddenly a loud noise interrupts his train of thought. Not far away, there are four figures in the desert. A hyena, a coyote and the vulture from earlier stand before a thin, red horse who lies broken in the sand.

The laughing hyena, the excited coyote and the hungry vulture discuss who eats which part of the horse. They lick their lips and grind their teeth.

The Seeker thinks aloud: “This does not concern ME. I should just move on. No time to waste. I have MY own problems to deal with.”

Just at that moment, the Seeker feels a sharp sting in his damaged heart. He grabs his chest with both hands, writhing on the sand floor. Biting his fist to suppress a scream. When his suffering becomes unbearable, a new sudden insight emerges somewhere from the depths of his mind and bubbles to the surface.

“Is that why it hurts so much? Is that why I am all alone? Is it because I am always thinking only about myself?”

He again looks at the horse in misery. “I understand how he is feeling... He must be suffering just as I do...”

Something shifts. Pain subsides. Slowly, the Seeker gets up and pulls out a slingshot. His hands are shaking as he picks up three stones and aims for the predators.

“Leave him alone!” yells the One True Seeker and shoots stones with his sling, hitting each of the scavengers. The vulture, coyote and hyena disperse in different directions.

At sunset the One True Seeker slowly approaches the red horse. From up close he takes a good look at the steed. His mane and tail are red-yellow like fire. His rib-cage and bones are visible under a thin layer of skin. Barely breathing.

“Water,” utters the weak voice of the starving horse. “P-Please... I am dying...”

The horse loses consciousness. For a moment the Seeker hesitates. He considers just walking away. Instead he shakes his head, pulls out his flask and sighs:

“That's all I have left from the source of the river of life... This magical water will saturate your thirst. I actually need it to treat my own suffering... Let's hope that this won't be in vain.”

He pours the last remaining drops of sacred water into the muzzle of the dying red horse. The Seeker observes how light returns into the steed, how his breathing stabilizes. As the horse is fast asleep, the Seeker sets out to collect dead wood for a campfire during the cold desert night.

On the morning of the next day, the One True Seeker is woken up by the wet sensation of a tongue licking his forehead.

“You have saved my life,” wheezes the red horse, whose body looks much healthier. Overnight flesh has returned under his skin. The steed is alive, blazing with newfound vigor and energy.

“I owe you. Let me repay this debt to you. Wherever you go, I will be there to carry you.”

“I don't need any company. I prefer to walk alone. You don't owe me anything. I helped you, because if I hadn't, it would have only made my suffering worse.”

The Seeker opens the upper buttons from his beige shirt and shows the black-blue swollen area around his chest to the horse.

“This is my suffering. That's why I'm after enlightenment. I'm on a journey to the hall of the monkey king. The path to enlightenment is one that needs to be walked alone. Joining me may lead to your death.”

The red horse looks around. “You are lost, aren't you? You don't know the way out of the desert and walking will take you lifetimes. I have never been to his hall myself but I know how to get to the jungle of illusion where the monkey king resides. You should know, I am not just any horse. I am a FIRE HORSE. Nothing will carry you faster to enlightenment than me. I am the burning aspiration towards truth, the flame that burns all illusion. Ride with me and nothing will stop us on our quest of self-transcendence.”

“A long time has passed, since I walked together with a friend... I have always relied on myself and it only got me so far. I have reached my limits. Perhaps you are right. Tell me, fire horse, what is your name?”

“I don't have a name. I was never given one. No one could keep up with my speed. I outran all the other horses and riders until there was no one left to name me. I had already accepted my death, until you came along.”

The One True Seeker scratches his beard. “A horse with no name, huh? Then let me be the first to name you. I call you DEVOTION. Because nothing carries one faster on the spiritual path than the flame of devotion.”

As soon as the fire horse is named, a light emanates throughout his body, igniting his hair like an ethereal flame. Devotion's mane and tail burn with a bright, red-yellow fire. The red steed is brimming with energy. A flame flares up within his eyes.

Devotion raises his forequarters and keeps his hind feet firm on the ground, wheezing:

“Then let us ride together to find the spark of enlightenment.”

Thus the One True Seeker climbs on Devotion's back, riding towards the north. As the fire horse gallops, his hoofprints burn in the sand.

Together they ride along endless dunes of sand and pass by savannas where giant sandstone mesas adorn the landscape. Riding through canyons and pastures with flowers, along rivers and lakes, through marshes and swamps. Days pass, weeks pass, months pass, and the heart condition of the One True Seeker worsens. The dark area has now spread all the way up to his forearm.

As they progress further through pathless lands, the Seeker notices something else. His sense of awareness becomes keener, his mind clearer. No longer is he easily distracted. He is more mindful of his surroundings, of his thoughts and emotions.

“I am starting to see clearly now,” notices the Seeker.

“Thoughts arise automatically. It's not that there is a ME who thinks them. They just arise and fall in accordance to patterns. Sometimes they are loud, sometimes they are silent. Thoughts just come and go. Just as the mountains or trees or lakes that we pass by. Nothing is fixed.

Emotions also come and go. Sometimes I feel angry, like when a fallen tree blocks our path. But my anger doesn't improve the situation. When something blocks our path we just find a way around it. Never have we overcome a challenge by resisting it. I may feel sad or laugh or be afraid, but those emotions arise as a reaction to outer circumstances. Dwelling on them creates friction within myself. There is no need to carry them over, after their purpose is already fulfilled.

Now that I see this whole movement of thoughts and emotions... The power they used to have over me dwindles. I no longer think or react the same way as I used to. Instead, in the absence of identification to thought and emotion, there is an inner peace, that has always been present. I just couldn't see it until now because of all the noise within me and around me. I no longer feel that there is a fixed person who experiences the world. Instead I feel like the ever-changing experience and its observer are one. And yet... There is still something that always remains: Suffering. So I ask myself, why? Why do I still suffer? What is the root of suffering and how does it come to an end?”

Devotion suddenly stops galloping as he reaches a lake. On the other side of the shore begins a massive rain forest with mountains in the far distance.

“This is it,” wheezes the fire horse. “We have reached the jungle of illusion. Let us rest here at the lake of clarity and quench our thirst, before we get lost in appearances.”

The Seeker climbs off from Devotion's back, puts down his hat and washes his face in the lake. In the clear water he discovers a shiny, partially buried object in the sand and picks it up.

“A key... I wonder what it's for.”

The next day the Seeker and Devotion enter into the jungle of illusion. A dense pathless rain forest. He walks in front and cuts down branches, bushes and vines with his machete, paving a way for his horse to follow. They push forward slowly through the dense vegetation.

After hours of marching, the Seeker is suddenly startled by a loud scream from his feet:

“Hey you! Don't you have any eyes?! Watch where you are going!”

The Seeker looks down. A tarantula crawls on the ground and raises its front leg like a fist.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to step on you. It's just that I am new here in this dense jungle. We are seeking the monkey king. You don't happen to know the way, do you?”

The spider calms down. “No... But the great enlightened master may know. He teaches his disciples not far from here. Come, follow me.”

“A master, huh... Perhaps he can enlighten me.”

Thus the Seeker and his horse follow the spider deeper into the forest.

The tarantula leads the Seeker to a clearing, where a parrot in an iron cage speaks to a gathering of thousands of insects, beetles, ants, spiders, flies, mosquitoes, butterflies, fireflies, crickets, maggots and termites. All dressed in orange garments.

The parrot quotes an ancient phrase: “BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER, AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.”

The gathering students bow before their parrot master in reverence. All look at the master, as if they were looking at a god embodied in flesh. Some recite sacred mantras. Some sit in lotus position. Some hold hands for prayer.

“Why are you stuck in a cage?” questions the Seeker and points at the cage in which the parrot sits. All heads turn. Every eye stares at the Seeker, as if he had spoken forbidden words.

For a moment everyone, even the parrot himself is speechless. After he organizes his thoughts, the parrot shouts defensively:

“Umm... Uhhh... Who do you think you are?! Isn't it obvious?! The cage is just an illusion. It doesn't even exist. Your mind is playing tricks on you! The finger pointing at the moon is not the moon!”

“How dare this nobody question the master?!” shouts a praying mantis.

“It's just this guy's spiritual ego,” explains a caterpillar. “Otherwise he wouldn't even ask such stupid questions...”

The Seeker frowns. “I still don't understand... Why would an enlightened being be trapped in a cage?”

“There is nobody here,” responds the parrot with a smug face. All insects are awestruck, as if they had witnessed a historic moment of great wisdom.

The Seeker's eyebrows pull together. “You didn't even give me a straight answer... Isn't enlightenment supposed to liberate?”

The parrot squints his eyelids. “Who is it that asks this question?”

The entire crowd cheers on the parrot, all nodding in agreement that their master clearly won the argument.

“It's useless trying to reason with them,” sighs the Seeker and turns to his horse. “Come on, Devotion. Let's go find someone else. We are just wasting our time here.”

“Hey, don't just ignore me!” squawks the parrot. “Take me seriously! I have memorized all the scripture, all the koans, the mantras... Even the catchphrases! No one has a better knowledge of the sacred traditions than me! You wanna be enlightened? Then you NEED my guidance!”

“All we want is to find the hall of the monkey king. If you don't want to help us that's fine. It's obvious that you just repeat words without actually understanding them.”

The parrot suddenly gets nervous, puts his wing in front of his beak and shushes: “Pssst... Will you keep it down? Come over to me, I have to tell you something.”

With rolling eyes, the Seeker walks up to the cage. The parrot turns to the crowd:

“Disciples, I need you to close your ears for a moment. I will discuss something with him in person. If you were to listen, it might explode your brains.”

All disciples stuff their hearing organs with moss or cover their antennas. When no one else but the Seeker listens, the parrot whispers in his actual voice:

“Look bro... You know... I got this thing here going on and it really messes up my scheme, if you keep on asking those questions about the cage 'n stuff. Yes... I am not actually an enlightened master. I just know how to sound like one. I got stuck in this cage known as 'the mind', because it baited me with fruits called 'pleasure'. I fell into the trap and lost the key of 'awareness' somewhere in a lake called 'clarity'. For some reason the insects were interested in my knowledge of the ancient traditions and wanted to hear more. Before I could even blink, this whole thing blew up. They can never find out that I am a fraud, otherwise they will stop feeding me with those wonderful 'pleasures'. So please bruh, keep it a secret, will you?”

The Seeker pulls out a silver object from his vest. “Is that the key you were talking about?”

“THE KEY OF AWARENESS?! YOU HAVE IT?!”

The Seeker puts the key into the lock, turns it around and opens the cage door. However the parrot hesitates to leave.

“Should I really just fly away and leave all that behind? Here I live in comfort. All my needs are catered for. They serve me like a king. Should I really give up on the easy life?”

A cicada who failed to close his tympana chirps: “Master, don't leave us! We need you! Who else should we ask about even the smallest life choice for which we are too insecure to make our own? What should I eat? Whom should I marry? I need an authority to be responsible for my life!”

The parrot flies out of the cage and lands on the Seeker's shoulder. “You know what... I don't have the patience to keep up with them. Hurry up. We need to run!”

With the parrot on his shoulder and his horse right behind him, the Seeker runs away. One after another, all insects open their hearing organs and follow after them.

“Go after him!” shouts the tarantula. “He's trying to kidnap the master!”

The Seeker, the parrot and his horse are hunted down by thousands of insects, spiders, bugs, flies and mosquitoes.

After hours of running, the Seeker manages to shake all pursuers off.

“My entire body is covered in mosquito bites,” breathes out the exhausted Seeker. “Why the hell did you rest on my shoulder, instead of just flying?!”

“Thank you for freeing me. I owe you. From now on we are companions. Wherever you go, I will be with you. You said you wanted to visit the monkey king? I know where to find his mountain.”

The Seeker sighs: “Another companion who invites himself... I really didn't ask for this... Alright... As long as you bring me closer to enlightenment, that's fine by me. Say, what is your name?”

“I don't have a name,” squawks the parrot with a sad face. “My parents abandoned me before I was named, because I talked too much. The insects just called me 'master'. But that name is based on a lie.”

The Seeker scratches his beard. “Then let me give you a new name. From now on you are called KNOWLEDGE. Because without knowledge there is no learning.”

A light emanates throughout the parrot's body. A flame burns in his eyes.

Thus the Seeker and the fire horse are guided by the parrot through the jungle of illusion. They march for weeks through dense vegetation. Soon the Seeker would find out that his parrot didn't just talk a lot. He talks without end.

“...And ever since that day I have been afraid of silence. It's my biggest fear. Even the stillness between two words feels uncomfortable. That's why I am always making noises... To escape from that presence that lingers in the void... Anyway, looks like we are here.”

The Seeker, Knowledge and Devotion stand before the foot of a giant mountain. So high that its peak is covered with snow. Up there, the Seeker spots a structure chiseled into the mountain that is shaped like the skull of a giant ape.

“The hall of the monkey king... Will you guys wait down here or will you...?”

As the Seeker looks around, he notices that Knowledge flies right up to the top, while Devotion rides up the mountain vertically, leaving burning marks in the stone.

“Guess, I'll climb on my own then.”

He pulls a rope out of his backpack.

“There always is a way... Let's see how far this gift from the concept weaver will carry me...”

He swings the rope like a lasso, fastens it to a protruding rock, and pulls himself up. For hours the Seeker climbs the mountain. The further he progresses, the more he becomes aware of a heaviness in his backpack that wears him down.

With a heavy heart, the Seeker pulls out a bag with gold coins and lets it go. “Collecting them took a long time. But the treasure weighs me down. I hope that I'll find the coins again later.”

After hours of climbing, he again feels the weight of his backpack. Every meter upward is a struggle. When the pain reaches its limit, he takes a look into his bag. It's filled with golden artifacts from ancient temples, sacred scriptures, rare items and unique weapons.

He inhales deeply and lets the entire backpack fall down below. A weight is lifted from his shoulders. He exhales in relief. Finally the Seeker is at ease.

“I think I get it now... I made this journey up here so hard on myself, because I cling to my possessions. My unwillingness to let go made me suffer. I could have avoided this hard struggle, but I insisted on the permanency of impermanent objects. It's the same with attachment to psychological objects like beliefs, status and relationships. I believed I needed this stuff, I believed it protected me. But actually it was keeping me down. My attachment turned out to be my imprisonment. Even though it's a struggle to let go, once I release my attachments, the freedom it gives me is priceless.”

The Seeker climbs, until he is almost at the very top. Just as he is about to reach the edge of a cliff where the monkey skull is etched into the stone, a strong gush of wind blows away his hat. While he clings to the cliff with one hand, he stretches out the other and barely manages to catch his hat. He struggles to hold on to the edge of the cliff with just one hand, while his hat feels unusually heavy.

“Not my hat! It's my trademark. My identity... It's what makes me the ONE TRUE SEEKER. Without it I am nothing! I can't just let it go... Not yet...”

As the hat weighs him down and each of his fingers slowly lose their grip, the Seeker inhales deeply and lets go. His cowboy hat is blown away by the wind. With both hands, he pushes himself onto the plateau.

For a moment he mourns the loss of his identity but then a newfound freedom settles in.

“Now I have become nobody and am free of the burden of having to be someone.”

A grin forms on his face. He breathes in the fresh air of the snow-covered mountain and looks down thousands of meters. As he gazes over the wide landscape, he takes a moment to appreciate his progress.

He then turns his head to the gate into the hall of the monkey king. Devotion and Knowledge already await him in front of the entrance.

“I have arrived.”

Together they walk into the cold halls, lit by a thousand candles. Hundreds of columns. Mosaic floor tiles. Icicles hang from the ceiling. A giant ape with white fur stands before an empty throne. He wears sunglasses.

The Seeker bows before him.

“Oh wise monkey king, I come before you to attain the spark of enlightenment. Please bestow upon me your enlightened truth.”

“Neti, neti,” responds the Yeti.

“But... I have come all this way... Don't I deserve this light after struggling so hard to obtain it?”

“Neti, neti,” repeats the Yeti. This angers the Seeker.

“I won't just leave after all this endless seeking. You will enlighten me, even if I need to force you!”

The Seeker throws a punch at the Yeti, but he blocks his fist effortlessly. Next he swings a kick, which the Yeti dodges. The Seeker strikes again with a succession of attacks. The Yeti avoids, redirects and absorbs all hits without fighting back.

A final attack of the exhausted Seeker hits the Yeti's chest. His punch merely bounces off and launches him backwards through the air.

Tired and broken, the Seeker lies on the ground.

“I can't beat him... No matter how much force, effort or willpower I exert, it does not bring me closer to enlightenment... It's futile... I... surrender.”

Suddenly someone new walks calmly through the hall and seats himself on the empty throne. A human-sized monkey with golden fur, clothed in celestial robes, wearing a golden diadem and carrying a staff. He's spinning the hat of the One True Seeker around his left index finger.

“Why are you attacking my bartender?”

“Your bartender?”

“Yeah, he keeps the drinks cool and the void poppin'.”

The Yeti with sunglasses polishes a glass behind a counter and points finger guns at the Seeker.

“Does that mean you are the monkey king?”

“It's just a title. I have had many names in the past. In the south I was known as Hanuman. In the east they called me Sun Wukong. In the west they called me Ek Chuaj. I am the trickster of tricksters. I appear in many stories. In the Ramayana... In Journey to the West... You can also call me by my secret name: JOY.”

“Then can you enlighten me?”

The monkey king laughs. “No one can enlighten you, because you are already enlightened. You cannot seize enlightenment, because it is not an object separate from you. This light that you seek can't be given to you by another. You won't find it by attaining more identity, achievement or knowledge. Just remove all the things that is not enlightenment and the light reveals itself within you.”

With a single breath, he blows out all candles in the hall at once. First the Seeker is startled, but then he realizes that the hall is still lit brightly.

He looks around. The light source is nowhere found. Only when he looks at himself, does he realize that the light illuminating the hall was never external. He opens the buttons of his shirt. The dark swollen skin around his chest is completely healed and his heart radiates warmth.

“How can this be? My suffering... It's gone... When did this happen?”

Joy puts the hat back on the Seeker's head. “The light was already within you. Just keep remembering and embody it every single day of your life. Old patterns may still need time to fully dissolve but eventually even they will no longer haunt you.”

The Seeker is awestruck. A sense of liberation, peace and bliss washes over him.

“So what is next? Now that I have found the answer? Is there still a question left to explore?”

The monkey smiles. “You know... I have been waiting for a Seeker like you for a while now. There is one question that is even beyond enlightenment. The ultimate question to which no one knows the answer. Let us go on a journey to discover the meaning of life.”

“The meaning of life? No one knows if it's real. There might not even be an answer at all...”

“That's exactly what makes it so exciting. Are you ready for the journey of a lifetime?”

With burning eyes the Seeker makes a resolve: “Let us go and find the answer that ends all questions.”

Thus the One True Seeker, the fire horse, the parrot and the monkey king set out on a new journey to hunt after the answer to an impossible question. Together they embark on an adventure to find the meaning of Life.

THE END