Tag: truth

The Eyes to See

When researchers test to find if there is evidence for extrasensory perception among humans or animals, they try to approach their experiments with as neutral an attitude as possible. This is not really achievable. Somewhere in their minds is a small allowance that psychic powers might be real. Otherwise, they would not be interested in the subject enough to even look into it.

They go into the subject with a small amount of belief that these powers could be there. And what do they discover?

An equally small amount of evidence that ESP is real.

In academia, it will never do to enter a scientific study with strong beliefs a priori. Your colleagues would laugh you out of your laboratory. Science after all is a very strict religion… er… sorry, I meant “belief-system”.

So what happens when a person who completely believes in their ability to read minds or remote view experiments along these lines? They will find that they have these powers. They will also soon learn to keep this information to themselves (for the most part) because of the ridicule they will face at the hands of society at large.

Disbelievers are still believers. They just believe in something else. Large numbers of people who believe in the same thing will share a common reality. They will also be unable to perceive the countless different realities unfolding all around them.

We each create the reality we believe we are in. The problems arise when we mistakenly believe that there is only one true reality. When we limit ourselves to a single inflexible set of rules to define what is real, we trap ourselves in a box that becomes a prison of our own making.

We can escape this. In my own case, I always had a burning need to know the “Truth”. As a fundamentalist Christian at the time, this presented a problem since I had been told (and believed) to never question God. I thought I might be risking my soul. Eventually my desire to know the true nature of reality outweighed my desire for self-preservation. I let go of everything I “believed” and started from scratch.

“Who am I?” I asked myself.

“Whose asking?” I replied.

Then it was off to the races! Using simple logic and concentration, I discovered who I was and what the world was. That could not have happened if I didn’t go into it without expectations. Without beliefs.

Anyone who wants to possess the Stone of the philosopher’s must first possess the innocent heart of a little child. Only then can you actually become “born again”.


” And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”

Holey Man

“How are you?”

That is a common informal greeting to which one might answer with, “I’m fine. How are you?”

Easy enough. Here’s another one for you.

Why are you?

Why are you here right now? How did you find yourself embedded in this “reality”? Is it a mystery to you? How and why could that be?

Is the arc of your existence merely an awakening into ignorance followed by a befuddled extinguishment?

Do you “believe” in something? Many people have a religion they follow. There are lots of different things you might believe in. Many people accept beliefs handed to them by someone else. Others might “wing” it, making up something unique.

Who is right?

Likely nobody. Besides, how would you tell?

Are you too unintelligent to figure it out? Perhaps you just don’t care enough to try? Just assume you’ll learn what it’s all about after you die?

Or is this knowledge being withheld from you? If so, by whom?

Maybe there are no answers.

How would that make you feel? Relieved? Uncertain? Filled with despair?

About a million people commit suicide each and every year. Are they the smart ones? Are they now at peace? Do they finally know what life was all about?

Despair is an important clue here. If everything was truly meaningless, you wouldn’t care either way. The very existence of the hole in your heart is proof that there is something missing.

Now what might that be?

Beholder

“You can’t judge a book by it’s cover.”

Bullshit. The cover is very specifically designed to communicate to the reader what to expect to see upon the pages within. The title; the author; the blurb on the front cover. The description and the testimonials on the back. The illustrations and even the overall color scheme are all carefully chosen to tell you as much as possible about what lies within.

There is no better way to judge an unread book than by looking at it’s cover.

That goes the same for people. Beautiful people are beautiful inside in the same way that ugly people are ugly inside.

I imagine some of my readers are losing their shit over that last statement but please read on and allow me to explain.

Certainly one cannot learn much about another with but a cursory glance. But any person’s true character is always on display presuming the beholder is capable of truly assessing it. Whether through thoughtful observance or simple intuition, our “physical” form is our true “spiritual” form.

It has been said that the eyes are the windows to the soul and that is literally true.

That soul exists outside of time. With practice and insight, one can learn to simultaneously see what a person was like when they were young as well as what they will be like when they are old.

A human being when viewed from the fifth dimension looks like a serpent due this fourth dimensional aspect.

The so-called “spirit world” is not some nebulous, airy-fairy place where the “ancestors” live after they died (Like that any makes sense!) and where we will all will go to live after we die.

Wake-up sleepwalkers! Heaven and hell are right here, right now. It is you that creates your reality. You are your ancestors. This is the spirit world. And it is every bit as beautiful or as ugly as you are.

You are what you are.

And your true nature is written on your face for all to see.

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