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“But no matter what environmentalists do, our best efforts are insufficient. We’re losing badly, on every front. Those in power are hell-bent on destroying the planet, and most people don’t care. Frankly, I don’t have much hope. But I think that’s a good thing. Hope is what keeps us chained to the system, the conglomerate of people and ideas and ideals that is causing the destruction of the Earth.” read more
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
They say it is possible to get rid of bad habits, and that we should all have hope in annihilating the vicious vices proliferating in our hearts. We often hear these grand stories about personal reformations, about being ‘clean’, of drugs, junk food, whatever- and we are meant to be inspired by…
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Make Love Not War
There is now, and has been for the recorded history of the human race, a conflict that exists that is fundamental to our understanding of the world.
This conflict is between War & Peace. Two words, so firmly entrenched in human existence, that they have almost come to define us. I say almost, because we are clearly greater than the sum of our parts. If we are capable of War, and equally capable of Peace, then within each of us exist a Conflict. This Conflict is neither war nor peace and therefore make us “more”.
In Order To Understand The Conflict, We Must First Understand Both Sides.
WAR
1a (1) : a state of usually open and declared armed hostile conflict between states or nations (2) : a period of such armed conflict (3) : state of warb : the art or science of warfare
2a : a state of hostility, conflict, or antagonismb : a struggle or competition between opposing forces or for a particular end <a class war> <a war against disease>c : variance, odds 3
Here we see that War can refer to both physical combat, and the more intangible human state of being (be it individually or en masse). It is this second definition that I am more interested in, as physical combat can only arise from the human states of hostility, conflict or antagonism.
For an even better understanding of the nature of War, I would then like to examine the traits of war within nature itself. Both Fauna and Flora exhibit clear signs of hostility, conflict and even antagonism. However, almost all cases in nature are the result of natural survival instinct, because self-defense mechanisms abound in systems of natural cyclic consumption, resulting in a balanced system of war and peace.
When we now look at human War we find a very distinct imbalance. An imbalance so gross, it has spilled over to the destruction of natural balance.
PEACE
When viewing peace from the personal perspective, we must ask the questions:
In nature, Peace exists in the form of symbiotic relationships, dynamically balanced (again cyclically) to ensure the perpetuation of peace. But with Human Beings, Peace exists only in the presence of willful ignorance and fear-based tyranny.
The Conflict
When understanding that Peace among people does not exist except as an ideology in our current world, and that War is the prevailing global human state of being, we must admit that this is not our preference.
Who then perpetuates this war? and how do they perpetuate it? This has been covered in much detail by many a conspiracy theorist, and the facts have been so deeply mired in fictitious systems, that proof has become, like peace, an ideological construct.
However, the absence of evidence does not negate the evidence of consequences. Our entire global society is overrun with the results of War. Famine, Poverty, Disease, Corruption, Genocide… the list is endless and extends to our most personal inner sanctum, our daily lives.
HOW TO CHANGE
What is required for a shift, is at once more simple, and more complex than any single undertaking by the human race.
Simply put: We Must Shift Our Paradigm To One Of Dynamically Balanced Cyclic Peace.
The more complex version means a complete change in every aspect of our lives. A total re-think of our society. Fortunately, there are those who have been interested in this for long enough to have begun the essential process of discussion. And with the modern platform provided by the internet, we are beginning to experience the possibility of global consciousness shifts.
In my opinion, the key to an effective paradigm shift, is a clearly documented and ratified system promoting peace (Such as the propositions of a Resource Based Economy) offering the entire planet a clear alternative to the current set of War-based systems.
