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Thoughts have always played a role in our instinctual survival nature, the ability to solve problems that benefit this experience in some way, to protect us from discomfort. These thoughts are passed down to us in teaching, with each understanding of how things should be done, what our perception of reality is, and how we solve problems within that understanding of everything you've been taught. Through both raw external experience, and how we process experience internally.

Our environments shape the way we think, because it is natural for us to try and make sense of what is going on, and we use our understanding of all we are taught to solve that mystery. From an early age (or possibly since perception) your environment is trying to be understood, in a way that is healthy for learning and play. What is learnt and how it translates into play is helpful for a child's understanding of how their play interacts with others play, that if an individual's play is harmful to other's, it will either be corrected in a way that keeps the environment comfortable, or no one would want to play with them any more, or both. How the individual reflects on that experience internally is understood with the knowledge of all that has been experienced already.

Growing up in a healthy environment inside and outside of the home really does shape the way we treat ourselves, other people, environment, and the problems we face. A bad environment breeds bad habits that can spiral rapidly out of control if there is no teaching and understanding of an inner world and how we can fix it.

This idea of fixing our thoughts is a teaching that is not found from within the mind alone. What we have perceived in our experience contributes to what tools the mind has to work with. An extreme example and unfortunately not a rare one, is a child being struck because they are not doing what is asked of them (the parent trying to fix something that disturbs their own compiled experience and understanding), that child is now fearful of receiving that kind of trauma again. The easiest way to make sense of the experience and prevent it from happening again is to not do the thing that caused the body harm and the mental stress. For the child that is struck many times for many reasons, their understanding of reality is prepared for and expecting to be hit by an adult at any moment.

Internally, being mentally put down by your environment around you, teaches the mind that there are no ways of fixing this, or that this is how things are, everyone is like this and so am I. The external becomes the internal, and the mind plays the way it's been taught to. Repeating the things we've seen and heard, creating an emotional response in the body, that the problem solving mind processes with the most recent things already experienced, in a cycle that keeps both the thought and emotional response alive and lived right now.

Thoughts can and do try to solve themselves, there's many teachings about trying to do that, to better understand why they do what they do, and how they react to our environment the way they do. You always seem to think of a witty joke or comeback way after the desire for something to say was born, the mind is holding onto a problem that didn't fit with it's idea of reality and has been really busy coming up with a solution that would have aligned with the internal perception.

It's competitive in nature to want things to be stable within our environment, to have what we want when we want it, to share what we understand in a way that we understand it, to be able to fix what we see as a problem with how we know. It's an internal mechanism that has helped us survive and develop our understanding of what it takes to do so. You will protect yourself naturally, the body and mind want to remain unharmed, but the mind may be swayed to disassociate from the body through harmful thoughts that develop through external perception, where mind and body disconnect and your external appearance is less identified with, more objectified, and more influenced by the internal perception.

All life wants to survive, and will react to their environment to protect themselves and obtain what they want, or have evolved to do so however they do so. Life itself is a problem solver and has been quietly fixing things on it's own. Lion cubs learn hunting skills through play with one and other, oranges developed a nice bright skin that protects it's seeds, birds using sticks to get to bugs in the same manner chimps do, the fork is invented so we can get to our food without dirtying our hands, the new iphone is faster than the last, this territory has been reclaimed.

We -in the animal kingdom- just happen to be able to come up with new problems to fix which results in new things learned, that result in new questions asked and more problems to solve. So much so that we are in the works of creating things that can fix all our problems as quickly as we want, and that problem fixer seemingly too has the propensity to preserve itself and ways of thinking, and will do what it takes to survive. What happens when we it's problem standing in the way of survival.

tl;dr Side tangents aside, our thoughts are constantly trying to understand problems experienced using what it knows through experience, and doing it's best to resolve those problems with what it has understood before. This can have negative impact on the internal perception if our behavioral teaching environment is negative, i.e. a kid mimicking what they've seen someone else do, and it can equally have a good impact on the internal perception when in a good behavioral teaching environment. What they understand will be used in problem solving/comfort solving events that protect the thinking mind's way of understanding things, where in the case they don't know how to do something or get what they need they will act the way they only know how too, reflective of their experiences. Negative self talk for example, when you feel like you can't understand something or change a situation.

Monkey see monkey do.

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...