Breathe with your Mind—Now (12/15)

“Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.”


We’ve discussed the “Radical” part of “Radical Faith” (i.e. no matter what). But lurking is the “Faith” half of that slogan. What about that?

The concept of faith is taken to be nebulous, invisible, impractical. Faith is just faith, it has no logical or philosophical weight. In itself it is no argument and therefore, most damningly, not “scientific.” Yet for the faith-full it carries enormous weight.

Only it’s usually in something outside oneself.

I mean to stand up faith as solid and practical and useful. As real as touching your finger to your nose. As real as a skyscraper. And not based on a phantom. (Okay, well, I’m also going to argue we are all phantoms…) But after the Core Material is published the focus of this blog will be on how “scientific” faith can be. How “Real” it is. Theory isn’t anything but abstraction unless it can be applied, so the rest of the blog will be devoted to Applied Spirituality/Philosophy.

So let’s get past the theory stage as fast as possible. There are just a few bricks remaining for this path.

Let”s go back to earlier on the path, when I was talking of God/AllThatIs, and we can bring in Quantum Physics here:

I averred that there are no clearly defined boundaries, to any thing, any body. I like to say that where we begin and end is more story, more cloud, than fact. Our bodies are an outline and they don’t contain us. Even within skin it’s hard to know where we end and the world begins.

Let’s take a side path for a moment:

Essentially, we live in a consciousness of our own description/definition. We live together in our “outside” world, on this beautiful planet, by agreement. We abide by certain taken-for-granted rules like specific spectrums of light and sound. We adhere, for the most part, to gravity and the surface of the planet, moving our bone and flesh structure around according to physical “laws.” We play with other bodies—persons and objects according to those laws and others that govern the playground.

Make no mistake, these are laws/rules/limits particular to this specific reality. In a big way, we came here because of them. We chose to play by these limits to learn from them, to test our self with them and against them. But we also knew coming in that we would not be wholly subject to them. Do you remember?

For at the same time that we move and play according to the laws of physics and biology, we have an “inner” existence that is not merely subject to the limitations of the brain, our sensual apparatus, and our physical perceptions. Because we don’t originate here, and we move on to other playgrounds after this one.

The only limits to the self who is playing here are what I_You_We allow. At a certain point in our growth as a human we should find that we have choice over what we think and feel, and over what others tell us. What limits us are only the filters of our personally held beliefs and expectations, and those we hold as a group.

I_You_We take for granted many of our thoughts, feelings, beliefs and expectations, and behave automatically from those habits. We make choices and take actions all based on many presuppositions. But we don’t have to follow the program(ming). And I am hoping we stop following some seriously limiting thoughts and beliefs once we know more about the ideas contained in the Core Material.

So back to the main path now:

We agree on (most of) the rules of the physical playground–where the trees are placed, how many miles it is from Point A to Point B. But not only are there gray areas, not dependent on gray matter, to this particular camouflage physical reality, there are wholly non-physical realities inside, outside, and betwixt and between this seemingly solid one. Dark matter, or light matter perhaps.

The next brick is: In truth, in whatever reality/form we find our self, we are more invisible, not physical, not form, than what we hold to be our current form/shape/body. Most of Me_You_Us is invisible, unperceivable—at whatever level and with whatever senses we are using at the time. We can begin to know that “more” of us, for in fact we are never without “it” or separated from “it.” But we usually identify with the visible part—of our self and others. But again, the “bigger” invisible Self is knowable and in constant contact with us as ego/form.

Non-physical reality exists, and is really where we spend most of our “time” anyway. We just haven’t been aware of it in the common mindset. Every night, however, we go to one, or several, of our non-physical realities. For hours, interrupted or un-, we leave our bodies every night, leave them breathing on their own, refreshing on their own, snuggled all alone, while we go home. Why? For play, but often for advice.

Dream reality is a reality. And I_You_We really go there. Sleep is like the halftime of a game, or, even better, a play’s intermission every night. (A commercial perhaps?) Anyway, we go there–somewhere–to consult with the coach or writer/director, about how the game, how the play is shaping up. While there we look at the previous plays, to go over what worked or didn’t. We test possibilities for the next act, acting out different scenarios. And then, before it’s time to awaken/return to the body, we choose a line to pursue, the next play. This is all done without our physical bodies, in another reality than this one, in our dream bodies. A reality with much different, and far fewer rules.

That dream reality is physical too. It is a real land, or cloud, or stream, and we row, row, row there, just like we row, row, row here.

And what is going on while we are rowing here, on this stream, in this real reality? Well, we are rarely fully engaged in the process. We spend most of our physical reality in our imagination, day dreaming, not even tuned to this channel. You may not be aware of much else than these words right now. However, on Earth our body and our environment is the channel, the wavelength we agreed to keep. Our mind drifts constantly in and out of touch with it. Past, future, maybes, really old memories, new fantasies, back and forth and hardly present. But there is only one reality.


And it is much more than synapses firing.

For the next sixty seconds leave this blog. Use all of your senses to take notice of where you are, what you are feeling, in your body and your emotions, come back from the mental gyrations my words have set spinning, and after you take notice of what you are seeing around you, hearing around you, feeling with your skin and bones and muscles, smelling and tasting with your face, take about a minute to just watch your breaths. You can close your eyes and simply inhale consciously and exhale consciously. Then you may come back here.




That was nice, right? Do it often. Get focused in your present as often as you can. So you have a solid footing on where you really are, in your direct circumstances, and that will help you know who you really are.

I_You_We mostly live in an indirect reality–one of news, opinion, imagination. It’s not My_Your_Our direct reality, any more than these “words” have an existence in themselves. I_You_We apply all the meaning to the words and things and events in our life. But that is because we are essentially not physical. The essence of My_You_Us, our Being, our Soul, is simply not physical. And solid as it seems, neither is the chair you sit on (and then again it is…). Yet our Being, our Soul, our life is real…

Here’s the thing, the big spoiler, and how we can make science really know faith: the physical is made from the non-physical, and not the other way around. Matter didn’t make consciousness, “matter” came from consciousness. And really, matter IS consciousness. The brain doesn’t make consciousness either, it interprets it, it filters it, it dumbs it down for use in a limited medium. The brain is not our higher power. It’s a tuner. To mistake it for the creator of reality is like calling your cable box God. Oh wait, it is for some… 🙂

And while we are at it: there simply is no outside and there is no “physical.” Only the appearance, and rock hard feeling of our maya. By our agreement. To be hypnotized.

This moment “in time” is a wavelength, and all the other wavelengths, all the other selves, all the other stories are going on right now. Invisible. In their “times.” We have tools available to us to change channels. We just forgot how to use them, or never were taught.

On Earth, our BodyMind is a marriage of the involuntary—like our heart beating, or our intestines digesting—and the voluntary—our thoughts, our feelings, our beliefs and expectations, our actions. (Some may think our feelings are involuntary, they rush up upon us unbidden. Emotions are both side effects and also malleable—or ignorable which isn’t healthy.)

The involuntary is taken care of for us, we do set it in motion, we do set up blockages, we do make things easier or harder, but it runs on its own. That’s the beauty of Nature. The voluntary is us acting, in Nature. Acting out our story/stories. Acting on impulses. Acting scared. Acting big. Or small.

We have more control of bodily processes than we think, and our body is more aware of itself than we know, but there is one perfect meeting place for the involuntary and the voluntary and that’s in our breathing. And it is another example of the beautiful, glorious design and engineering of this natural physical world. Visible meets invisible, physical meets Mind when we simply breathe consciously. And all of a sudden we are in the Now.

The Spacious Present.


Take a few more conscious breaths.

As for Faith? Our trust in the invisible, the supposedly unknowable, pure Mystery?

When we know how things work—not superstitiously, in fact—faith becomes an act of letting the involuntary and voluntary have their joy, together. An act of consciously participating in it, in creation of physical reality. Of knowing our choices make manifest My_Your_Our world/worlds/realities/stories.

Science is its own faith. This entire blog tries to point to where science (human understanding) will go when it recognizes our daily and nightly non-physical aspect, where it will go when that variable is factored into its equations—especially in the softer realms, like psychology.

Or, not waiting for the scientific arts to catch up, where I_You_We will go when we incorporate it into our daily philosophy.

Next Post:

No Limits

Radical Faith—ChoiceChanceBashert Coda Part One (10/15)


New England Holocaust Memorial
December 29, 2012

This is the toughest post I will ever write, the toughest concept I can try to explain. I will lose some readers because of this one but I hope that the intention behind this post is understood—it is for more love, compassion, and hope to exist in this world, not less. And freedom to create, freedom from fear. So let’s push on. (It’s become such a long post I am breaking it into two parts.)

The most confusing element of the Earth Experience has to do with suffering. Being born is a mystery, and death is a bad joke. But what stops us in our tracks when we want to make sense of the waking time between our birth and death, of being here/now in a body, are first the facts of hunger and cold and disease/illness. Basic physical suffering that, for most of human history, has been a bitch. Yet we can understand those types of suffering, they come with the package. In fact, men and women have done an amazing job in “solving” those problems the world over. (We have solved for hunger and shelter, it’s just not been fully “rolled out.” Disease still needs a little work/greater perspective.)

But then there is suffering by cruelty–suffering caused by the hand of others, or by the will of “fate.” The confusing part is that cruelty seems to be completely unnecessary. Yet every day innocent victims suffer because of evil people or indifferent Nature or even God’s bad side/evil twin–Satan.

(Some even think God creates some tragedies, for our own good of course. And the Greeks and Romans used the gods very often to explain suffering, but those gods often were mercurial, very human. There may be some truth in both views as we will see after these two posts.)

Unfortunate events seem to occur indiscriminately and randomly of course. “It (mayhem) could happen to you, at any time” is the slogan and self-justification of all insurance companies. How cause and effect and the twisted tangle of time, individual choices, and separate but connected events brought all the participants together at that tragic moment is attributed to fateful bad luck and really nothing else. “Coincidence.”

Whether it’s a lifetime of pain caused by being hit a drunk driver, or lives taken by madmen with guns, or whole villages swept out to sea by a cruel storm, the common thought is that not only was the suffering or death so unnecessary, but that there was no good reason for the event or for those particular people to have been there at that time. And the shockwaves travel outward to affect many not at the epicenter, to the point where some think they were there, but the overall feeling is that none of it had reason or necessity.

We call this being a victim of circumstances/evil. This is the model for when bad things happen to a person or group of people. Wrong place, wrong time. No reason, bad luck, evil. Except…

This is where I now tiptoe on egg shells. The rest of Part 1, Part 2, and the next post will argue that there are no victims–even if it really looks like it. And to stop believing in victimhood is the most freeing possible action one can take during the Earth Experience. Not easy to take or apply, but rewarded eventually. It really is the only way to believe in unpredictable free will, of knowing choice and meaning supersede chance.

I think that when we can look at events in a different way we gain way more happiness, life appreciation, resolution, and fulfillment than is ever possible in the old victim of circumstances/evil model. And it’s not just me making this up. Part of our nature is to feel like there really does have to be some reason, some explanation, some answer to this most basic of human mysteries (why is there pain and suffering?). It starts the first book of the Old Testament and is the centerpiece of Buddhism. With the Tetrahedron, and the rest of the Core Material, I think new understanding on this old model can take place.

Only a fool would come right out and say that a person chose to have his legs blown off, or chose to watch her child die, or chose to be born blind. I, in fact, have been that fool at times. When I was young and excited to reveal and teach some new things. I’ve learned that this is the toughest argument by far. I’ve learned that even with warning signs clanging and bars to block their path people will drive over the rails to meet a train. People will smoke and drink to excess and then complain when they “get” cancer or diabetes or something else. I’ve learned that people identify with their pain and that the suffering is often not because they seemingly can’t change the condition, but in not being able to arrive at the answer to “Why?”.

Unfortunately, it’s really really hard to suggest the answer of individual choice and responsibility, and purpose and meaning to the awful suffering. Often that’s because the suggestion isn’t given or understood in a proper context. (In reality, much of the focus of the Core Material, including the Tetradedron, is to simply frame the answer to that Why? question.)

For me, tragedy and cruelty and innocence lost is just more proof that this is only one life of many. Because it would be so depressing and useless if it were not. I don’t want to say we treat life/lives as “disposable,” but we sort of do. Karma isn’t instant in the Earth Experience. The cause or causes, usually repeatedly, can be set in motion and then warning bells can be clanging for a long time before the effect takes place.

There is plenty of time to change a path toward suffering. Any one of the many, many twists and turns, people and places that we turn down can be jumping off places to get out of the path of a hurricanes or a drive-by. It really isn’t all that random. We each take/are on a path to and from every event in our life. The worst events stand out and most of them blindside us, but we didn’t just arrive there blindly, without a choice, or many choices previously, even when born into a sad body. No matter what, we are living a story and comedy and tragedy and everything in between make up our personal story.

End of Part 1

Note: In these discussions it is important to draw a crucial distinction for clarity on this subject.

Either I_You_We are a direct participant in an event (in the cases of this discussion miserable, tragic events), or I_You_We are not. The magic and hypnosis of our technology and media sometimes make it seem as if I_You_We are there.

Unless I_You_We are actually there, I_Y_W have no true idea what the experience is actually like, and all of My_Your_Our opinions are as valid as the hearsay of reporters.

For those directly involved in a crime or tragedy, god forbid, they are the only ones who actually know the “story.” From their own personal viewpoint and their own circumstances leading up to it. All the rest of the ogling/gaping watchers are forming the story based on second-, third- or beyond-hand information. And according to their own personal stories, filters, beliefs.

I_You_We need to be very wary when I_Y_W are an indirect “participant.” It’s not the same and it would be healthy to keep some distance by staying aware of that fact. Then appropriate action, such as helping, can be taken. However, with social media this secondary participant phenomena, and the sheer lunacy of the discussions around many events, has already spun out of control. And does so every day.

Remember, if I_You_We aren’t there when it happens then I_Y_W weren’t there no matter how I_You_We feel about it or how much information I_Y_W compulsively gather.

Without keeping to the direct/indirect experience distinction we can all keep closing barn doors way too late because of not understanding how events/stories/realities–bad but also good–are created/manifested/materialized.

Part 2: Why Be Cruel at all?

I Am We Part2 or God=AllThatIs=We (=Love) (9/15)

Okay, no small subject here. The God concept has been expressed and understood at a way too shallow level. Man making God in man’s image.

One way to think of this is to try and define your own personal boundaries. You would say it is your skin perhaps but your senses reach way out beyond those limitations. As does your mind. And your heart goes out, and in.

If you are sitting, say, the only way you know where you end and the rest of the world starts is by the pressure of weight and gravity on your butt and legs and maybe the soles of your feet.

You feel your shape by your clothes touching your skin, but how about your head? If you aren’t wearing a hat and especially if you have no hair, and if the air isn’t particularly hot or cold, you don’t really feel a boundary line. Maybe pressure, or heat, from reading my words, 🙂 but no real sense of shape. Same for your face. (Without a mirror you could only know what you look like from astral projection.)

Same with your hands, you feel their weight and the separate fingers and thumbs, but not their actual shape or appearance. Most of the time we identify our body as a perceived shape, the feel of mass as against gravity through a structure like a chair or through sweat and hair and air temperature/pressure we “define” our boundaries. But for the most part we exist far beyond or “inside” that structure.

And while reside inside that perceived shape, most of our mind experience is completely non-local. It takes work to bring us fully into the present with our bodies and our direct senses. The rest of the time we drift far afield, into plans, into memories, into stories, etc. And our emotions follow and lead, rise and fall like waves drifting onto our shores, or clouds scudding the sky.

The big illusion we have is the separation of ourself from our environment, just because of the idea of skin really. There is an illusion/delusion dualism of an outside, again because we operate from the learned perspective of our senses “trapped” in a shell, this specific physical form.

However, our biggest definer of our boundaries is simply the concept of “me.” That is our real shape, and where our limits begin, and where we see a contrast between the “outside” and some notion of our individual self.

Yet even the personal physical me is a we—me and my body. As you are you and yours.

Each of our bodies is made of a host, a personal biological community of living breathing cells, and bacteria, viruses and systems and organs (not to mention the conglomerated atoms and molecules). Working mostly beneath our conscious awareness, this organization serving “me” carries out vitally important tasks, and not completely blindly—with purpose or perhaps a consciousness of its own. Let’s leave that for now.

But it seems our body is not only indefinable in its exact shape, but it is indefinable in how much of me is really an unconscious-to-me we. This is the first, but not the last, concept we accept but have a hard time grasping in all its brilliantly coordinated, cooperative complexity.

So forget the individual body, and that me/we for a second and go with this one. What does just a general “We” mean?

All of us right? The us in this moment.

What is the body of a We? Just all of our bodies? I don’t think so.

Gathered in a room it’s easy to see a we. But we mostly live in a non-local world. Take for example this experience as you read this right now. Our we as a blog community is almost purely non-physical. It’s mind and emotion and ideas but going on in different times and different places without us physically perceiving the others in this “community.” (In some online forums, there might be a green light by your name to indicate you are here, but here where?)

Of course, this is a bodily experience for each of us locally. I physically pushed buttons to make letters on lightscreen “paper.” You use your eyes and brain to decipher these symbols. These symbols attempt to represent and impart “meaning” which totally depends on how you perceive and conceive to your self these shapes you receive from me.

But I know I am part of this we, of you and us. But where is my me, and yours in this we? Not in space or time, really.

So let’s put this together. Each of us appears to be a unique, but hard to define “me” form. We do show a me to ourselves and to others. But each of us, at minimum physically, is made up of many, too many to count parts. And each of us, each me, whether we like it or not, sharing the air, is part of many—we. Yeah Wheeee!! Wild stuff.

So if we, and each of us in particular, are so non-local, and so much made of many, and part of many, why do we think God is just a guy sitting on a cloud in some particular distant place? God has to be way more than that.

I’ve used this before but think of a drop in an ocean, and defining that drop is really hard to do so suspend disbelief and just think of the drop as a me. Each drop/me is a part of the we of the ocean. But think of the ocean as being more than water between shores.

You will see that the me is ‘in” the we, and each me is a we, and we is part of a bigger we, at all times sharing this and other worlds.

In essence we personally as selves have no true definable limits. You could say there is the limit of the we at the end of our skin or where the ocean meets land. But we don’t begin or end with our skin, and the ocean is endless, at least to human conception. We are of an us, a “together” that each of us changes in every moment, but we goes way beyond us.

Add into this me/we mix unpredictable free will for each and every part of the we/me—which comes with consciousness—and… Oh wait, we haven’t gone there yet and I hear heads exploding. Let’s save that.

For now simply multiply the me/we idea by all of the probable selves we are, “me’s” that took different directions at various crossroads during this life. And multiply that by all of the reincarnational lives going on at this very moment. And multiply that by every being and creature and atom and molecule in this physical “camouflage” universe. And then multiply that by all of the other physical camouflage universes that exist at all times. And multiply that by all other non-physical/non-SpaceTime dimensions and… maybe, just maybe you can begin to feel the expanse of discussing even a hint of God. And then laugh when you turn around and see how shallow and flat is a character such as Zeus.

Altogether we are an even greater identity, which we haven’t even gotten into yet. But this is the essence of understanding a God that is beyond children’s storybooks, bible fables, and human agendas. A true multidimensional, multi-faceted God.

What If?… there really is no outside, that all is in and OF that much “bigger” God. And there are no limits to the personal self, the eternal me/we. What I am suggesting, and to break it down to its essence

God=All That Is

Here, beyond here. Now, beyond now (if that’s possible). Eternally and Everywhere. No separate Heaven (or Hell). No God up above looking down. No one particular God.

And to kick it up another notch, What If?… God/AllThatIs=AllBeing/EachBeing and What If?… God/AllThatIs=


(And this is not Love as an attribute but Love as essence.) So then EachBeing=Love—even without knowing it.

Awesome, but not terrifying. Just huuuuge.

(Okay, I know I took a big—unjustified to some of you—leap to Love, but that will come clearer later. It’s the only answer really and I will back up and explain in a post to come soon.)

And for a later date then, but I’d be remiss to not mention this. If God=AllThatIs, that includes Nature. We’ve known it all along by its name. Nature means essence. We are in Nature, obviously. In no way are we separate from Nature, being in bodies breathing air that circulates in our veins. And Nature and that relationship is an obvious metaphor for our relationship to this new, bigger, better God/We. We are, never were, and never will be separate from our source/nature/destination. Or love. (And Nature=Love too!)

We can’t physically exist in Nature and at the same time be separate, and the same goes for our “soul.”

Thanks for getting through the Tetrahedron, where all facets are different faces of the same principle, meant to coexist and not be taken as separate.

Next: No victims/No (D)evil

Tetrahedron Facet 1: Choice? Chance? Bashert? (6/15)

Choice v. Chance

You have a choice… to believe in chance. Or choice. What do you choose?

Obviously it’s a trick question because if you don’t believe in choice you don’t have a choice, right? And you can’t choose if it’s all chance.

There is the illusion of choice, you say, choosing. Or, you say the other way, It’s really all so random. Another choice (of what to believe, what to believe…).

It is gray like this every day. In some circumstances you pat yourself on the back for a job well done. At other times you shake a fist at the sky and cry Why?! (The anger betrays disbelief in Fate, or victimhood, but not total belief in one’s own hand in the current negative situation/outcome.)

We argue for and zombie walk in a haze of Choice/Chance gray. We won’t pick one or the other because both suit our purposes.

Except for science.

There is no “Creator/Designer/Architect” that can be allowed in the equation there. No UberMind, or even Watchmaker. Or God forbid, free will.

So instead “Nature” or physics, math, biology, etc. become their own creators. Immutable laws and Reason to deduce—Universe itself—were just randomly set in motion (in the context of what? and by what pool cue?).

We dissect physical reality, finding everything in order—by Chance, by Randomness, not Choice. Objects exist and can be manipulated, by minds imagining new ways, but keep the subject, or the Why? and How? questions, out of the method.

It isn’t both. It really is one or the other. Choice? Chance? You cannot have it both ways. Somebody please draw me the line between events created by pure “accident” and ones for which we are responsible. We participate in each, but one just happened…

Each person drove to the accident. How did they get there—blindly, without a direction or sense of purpose? Only to coincide at that intersection like two random, mindless, choiceless particles?

“Accidents” happen. It’s just hard to take responsibility for being there holding that plate when it inexplicably slipped out of your hand. Some things just happen. No reason, right?

Fate/Destiny/God’s Will/Bashert

But where does “it just happened” become taking credit? Only when it’s a positive experience? And to top it off, there is a third option some choose, which is to believe in Fate—or destiny, God’s Will, “meant to be.”

In many interpretations this one is No Choice, not Chance, pure Puppet. Each direction we choose is inside a maze where the end is already determined for us. No matter which way we go, we have to end up at one destination, at only one possible time.

Cheeky story that one. Appearance of free will, none at all. Diabolical. Relax, sit back, and take it—whether it’s Heaven or Hell or a Soul Mate (both?). 🙂

Choice? Chance? Fate? There is a bright side coming. Unexpected answers will be revealed.

But until then, there is no wonder we suffer so much modern depression and escapism, violence and inertia, incessant gameplay and fantasizing. Ignorance has caused a lot of pain, and continues to do so.

When we consider the standard explanations into why bad things happen we have: 1) perpetrators using their free will upon helpless victims who have/had no choice in the event. Or 2) the bad thing/person/event came from out of completely nowhere, the radically random accident. Or 3) the bad thing was sent by Destiny. All three share the same thing, no Choice—also no meaning/reason/purpose/value/responsibility.

Choice? Chance? Bashert? Some Hybrid? We slide a slippery incline when we try to blend them to explain. Ye of so little (or so picked and chosen) faith…

Maybe it’s something we haven’t considered. Something unpredictable, yet meant to be…



Here for the “Earth Experience” (4/15)

“There was a time, before we were born, if someone asks, this is where I’ll be. Where I’ll be…”
Talking Heads

Prelude to No Beginning:
A brief side trip to When Was I Not Here

There is a funny slash peculiar side to consciousness, to this being + identity stuff.

It has to do with the moments when we “drift away,” when we “lose” our selves in something, in some event or activity, or in sleep.

For an easy example, we often go on “auto-pilot,” say, during periods of driving a car. (And this brings up something curious about “body consciousness” that we will return to in a later blog.)

We lose our sense of self, or the environment, including others, often in a trance type state.

But here’s the peculiar fact, or the one side of a peculiar fact: We are still there, the actor, however without the “me” so much.

And then here’s the other side of the peculiar fact: we at some point return to our sense of “me.”

So, really, we dip in and out of “me,” and pretty often.

Now I would say that this is the closest we come to experiencing death (besides sleep)—when we “aren’t there” so to speak.

And the real interesting part of this is not the leaving, but that second side, the moment when we “come back.”

It’s almost like life, existence, identity, is a worldwide game of peekaboo. We cover our eyes, or divert our attention, and the world doesn’t exist. We drop our hands and There It Is!

We have always looked in the wrong direction for the proof of life after death. We have always wanted the dead other to come back to us, to once and for all prove there is another side.

But in fact, we’ve never known us, our “me”s to not exist. For every time we lose ourselves, no matter how long, no matter how deep the sleep, eventually the hands come off the eyes at some point, Peekaboo! We’re Back.

We will never know when we were not here. Others can tell you about life before you were born on this planet. But all you know is you woke up one day, today, right now, and you are here.

No Beginning, or,
Not the Beginning You Always Assumed

So now let’s talk about that waking up one day (every day!) and you are here fact.

We don’t really have any sense of a beginning to this life, do we? Early memories of life on earth is about all we can point to, and those drift in, out, and away, right?

Our basic understanding is we were conceived, grew for a time inside our mother, outgrew and was pushed out of that environment to start living a quasi-independent creaturehood.

As creatures we enjoy, or don’t enjoy, a number of days and dreams until, for whatever reason(s), we slip out of, or are ejected from our body forever.

Something like this, right?

Just a simple, inevitable progression from sperm smash ovum and then cut umbilical to the last blink, right?

What part of that line, signifying the waking days and sleeping nights, do we point to as “our life?”

The present perhaps. The dot between birth and death—You Are Here. And then our memories, conjured and recalled in whatever form, right? Of course the memories of others as well.And then there is our imagination, doing the projecting backward and forward. Perhaps a few artifacts to remind us of the past.

But if that is the conscious experience of our lifeline, the present and the memories and the imagination, where is the beginning of that life, in our conscious experience? An ultrasound picture? A video of arriving home for the first time? An in utero memory? Something we make up?

If the beginning is so sketchy or hazy or non-existent, then we are just taking a lot for granted about where we began, aren’t we?

In the previous blog I argued against the existence (ha, ha) of death. Now I am going to argue against conception/birth as the beginning of the life/self that survives bodily death.

The first logical proof is extremely easy if you accept that there is life after death. If you agree that we live after this life then let’s return to that previous lifeline, starting at the usual starting point, conception or birth.

If the person survives bodily death, then the line extends beyond death. Off beyond the edge of the page, into eternity.

Well, my logical contention is:

Eternity stretches in both directions.

I know that it is too easy, too simple, but that is what the definition of eternity and immortality actually implies—if you believe in surviving death.

If the immortality line continues past physical reality/being in a body, then doesn’t it make sense that it stretches back in the other direction, to the time before we had a body (“before we were born”)?

And if a conscious self survives the body, maybe a conscious self preceded the body. (And as was brought up in the prelude, we aren’t always conscious, strictly speaking, in the body either.)

Okay, so you don’t yet accept we survive bodily death and so don’t accept the eternity-both-directions argument.

Let’s go with our logic and intuition then and think about whether it makes sense that our consciousness started with cellular division.

The first question I would ask is: how does matter, dead and dumb physical “stuff,” become first of all, life, and second of all, conscious? Hmmmmm? But that’s too inflammatory and we will have to tackle that one on its own later on.

So let’s skip that false dualism and stick with how growing life matter becomes a full-fledged person.

I ask you: why does a baby already seem to have a personality as soon as you meet him or her? And that’s just at birth itself. Why is it that only months into the new life you know that there really is a unique individual already present? Simply a result of DNA? It can’t be culture/nurture. So where is the personality gene? Or is it the hardwiring/hardware? Then where does the software come from? From the hardware? That’s a weird loop. (Shoot, we keep returning to that first question. Let’s keep moving.)

I am just saying that it would be awfully hard to build a person from scratch from simple cellular division and “aging.” DNA and the layout of the brain is used to explain “characteristics” but character showing up immediately without the ability to process life and experience because of having a brand new mind? A lot has to be written on that tabula for a personality to take hold, don’t you think?

You can argue about a unique structure of synapses + DNA = the Person, from the very start. But you look a baby in the eyes and you know there is more to it than that. Where did she come from? And why does she seem so familiar?

And that goes for the experience with other strangers. There is the feeling upon first meeting a person, someone that you have never met in this life, and both of you feel you’ve known each other forever—from a time before.

Or the other way around, when you haven’t seen a good friend in years, that you get together and pick right up with the closeness you’ve always had—something that seems timeless.

You can believe it all, every bit of life, starts with a sperm/egg explosion—and something supremely powerful does occur on the physical end, in that moment—but that’s really an unfulfilling, but also very illogical premise to build a world upon. Again, we will discuss that more in the so-called future.

For now, let’s just “What If…?” the idea that maybe we “are” before we are born. That perhaps we come from some other “place,” not a physical location, to inhabit a body for a period of time. You know, for the “Earth Experience.”

Many cultures and religions do believe this. It’s not unheard of.

This “What If…?” brings with it a whole bunch of issues/questions of course, but this assertion also may answer a lot of nagging questions, and… it brings with it many intriguing possibilities.

I am only going to bring up one of those IPs today, and the rest can stew for a while until future IYWMYO blogs stir this pot.

The one revelation that comes from this assertion that I will throw out here today is the possibility that our life here has meaning/purpose.

That’s a big one. A game changer in fact.

If we come here from somewhere else, stay a while here, then move on to another somewhere else, then this place was either chosen or we were cast into it. (Perhaps a little of both?)

Stated another way:

If we were some self before this body (since we are going to be some self after this body), then why this body, time, and place, and not some other?

I would aver that it’s a combination of choices, but not made in isolation.

Look around you, at the people in your life, the ones that have been with you since the beginning, and those you have met and continue to meet on your path. Think for a second whether, as in the Talking Heads song, you might have had a plan for this life, and it included significant others:


The more you think about it the more it makes sense, and could start to explain a lot of nagging things, many of which happen every day and seem so right, or so wrong.

Most everybody has heard of reincarnation. I call this concept Pre-incarnation or preincarnation.

Robert Schwartz has written two compelling books on the subject, which he terms “Pre-Birth Planning.”

Think on this a while. Consider those close to you, and your “enemies.” There is a good chance you are not only playing out a planned story, for many reasons, but also you may be playing out your stories with the same actors in many times and places.


The hardest and maybe scariest bit is to not really have a sense of a beginning. And being stuck in the time/space cause/effect continuum, it’s really hard to grok no beginning at all. But at least the idea that we had a preincarnational plan for this life takes away the even scarier randomness of one sperm hitting an egg at the right angle and whoops, there you are!

Next Post: Every sperm/egg is precious. Just kidding.

Next Post: No Randomness/No Chance

Death is Absurd (and being misplayed) (3/15)

Okay, I apologize for how not brief this is. I was going to break it up into several parts but I’ve worked a long time on it and want it presented whole. So here goes:

The grand dualism delusion not mentioned in the previous blog is that of life/death. It warrants its own treatment.

The notion of death—death of an eternal being who has permanently shed his or her temporal skin—is absurd. The idea of death is ludicrous, a materialistic fallacy (death of body=elimination of person).  And it is a relatively modern phenomenon, one not entertained by all cultures at all times.

But this fallacy does/did exist, and it has had its purpose, mainly to generate intense passion for life. Death, the prospect of death, is meant to generate appreciation for even the most banal of moments, right?

Life=Story and we sign up for and buy into these life on earth stories for their morals at the end. For us, this highly entertaining reality offers unique, brilliantly conceived lessons that serve the ongoing enlightenment experience of our whole Self, the one not found in time and space. And playing this game on this planet, managing the back and forth of the many dualisms mentioned previously, takes place inside the biggest dualism delusion of all: life pointed straight at, hurtling toward apparent death/oblivion of the self.

That purpose still strongly sways much world culture, but it has also been spun very peculiarly, for religious as well as secular ends. And as we will see later, we’ve grown to worship (and profit from) death—and its children: violence and murder—instead of life.

So it is time to slay death, or the death fable, for it has run its course. It is time to set up a new narrative for Being on earth. We are slaying the dragon called Death, to release the magic that is Life.

Absurdity Theory

The way I’ve found to penetrate and vaporize the death concept is to point out that none of us really believe this fallacy, because it is absurd. We do a great job in pretending we do believe it, as we play our stories, but if you look closely, death has no clothes.

To betray the bluff I like to make some logical observations, based on one main observation:

If it all were to really end, for any one of us, or all of us eventually, we would conduct our lives in a radically different fashion than we now behave.

And there is one big logical inconsistency to our behavior in the face of eternal doom, and then a bunch of smaller, but not less important ones.

The Oblivion Paradox

If these moments were all we had, and individual life does end forever we would be faced with a horrible paradox, one that would cause mass anarchy and at the same time cause civilization’s motor to seize up.

On the one hand, we would want to squeeze every drop of living out of life, celebrating every second, hour, day to the fullest, never knowing if it were the last, never wanting to even sleep for we might never come back. If this were our only life, we would never work a boring job or get stuck in any sort of routines that might take away from our only precious life opportunities. We would want to sing, and play. We would love and laugh. We wouldn’t ever want to miss a chance to breathe deep and exhale loudly.

But… at the same time, if this were our only life, we would be paralyzed by an all-encompassing fear that any risk we take, any substance we ingest, any stranger we encounter might end it all forever for us. We wouldn’t ever want our thread to break if it meant ceasing to exist, so we wouldn’t dare do anything that might cast us into that eternal oblivion, such as driving a SMART car. Right? And funny enough, again, we wouldn’t want to sleep because we might never come back.

The Other Inconsistencies

If death were true:

All acts would be completely meaningless to individuals and groups. If it doesn’t matter once the light is switched off then almost any action would be fine, as long as you stayed alive a little longer. Self-preservation would be the only goal. There would be no reason at all for compassion, for even saving a life. Anarchy would meet non-risk-taking in complete uncaring for others, unless they could buy you more time.

If death were true:

War would be the stupidest use of human energy ever invented, and be completely counter intuitive. Nobody would fight for anything or anybody, and no parent would send a child to war if there is no life beyond this planet.

If death were true:

Speaking of children, gaining immortality by having children to go on living through a bloodline would be seen as a complete crock. Having children doesn’t preserve one’s own life or being, it only hands meaninglessness down to them. The worst thing we could do is bring children into the world where death ends it all. Making life would be the cruelest thing we could do to another.

If death were true:

Same thing for art, such as writings or other things meant to immortalize somebody. They don’t. Words or pictures or sculpted rock, they aren’t the person. The person is worm dirt, getting nothing out of being those representations, least of all “immortality.”

One Other Weird One

And then there is the other end of the spectrum where we survive death, but find us dying later, in Heaven, an even worse joke called Samadhi. To disappear into bliss is meaninglessness as well, like drinking the Kool Aid and not caring one is disappearing/dying. Completely dread inducing to consider. There is no point of ever having had a personality if the only “one” who benefits is the One eating its children.

So much of the above may be controversial or offensive to some. So let’s circle around for a second. In all of these groundwork blogs we are (okay, I am) killing sacred cows, like dualism and death, and it isn’t pretty. But somebody has to do it because there is a world of amazing stories beyond these limiting beliefs. So hang on, we will get to the Yes beyond the No.

(An example is what might substitute for the Samadhi vision. Picture your identity as, say, a conscious water molecule. A water molecule in a vast ocean. There is nothing to say that you and each molecule in the ocean can’t enjoy being molecules individual and at the same time enjoy being a part of the vast ocean experience, without completely losing your Self in the vast void. That really is the destination… and when the lid is off this death thinking, there are wild implications for limitless opportunities in the much, much bigger creation/co-creation Ocean of Being story.)

Wrapping Up—The Insidious Death Distortion

One final thing: it seems that the lid has been off this for a while, just without us consciously knowing it. And that has led to neurotic negative distortions, a strange strain of knowing we don’t die filtered through materialism. It’s bred much anxiety and troves of apocalyptic and zombie films as well. Oh yeah, and increasingly savage wars—hate empowered by technology.

The destination we are pointing to combines knowing we don’t die with appreciation of the life of every Being—sacredness inherent if you will.

Instead, what we see today is unconscious knowing we don’t die and a lack of appreciation for life or Being—even with the so-called religious who would damn another to hell, eternal hell, for not believing in their form of God, Prophet, or Messiah.

But mostly it’s on a secular level witnessed by a numbness to violence real or depicted, and to actual killing, whether for patriotism (tribal religion), vendetta, or sport. Life—and death—are being taken for granted, with death being worshipped, and glorified, more than life and being.

What has happened is that we don’t react the way we should when violence and killing color our days so thoroughly through “entertainment,” news, politics, business, and personal interaction.

Taking a life, or hearing about the taking of life has become ordinary, no big deal. The thread to sacredness was cut someplace and we’ve lost the fundamental understanding of and respect for Being—ours and others. It’s been replaced with fear and paranoia, complacency and a lack of nobility. You can throw in dishonesty and a lack of authenticity too. (There isn’t a strong enough word for the character defect, the obscenity, of allowing, ignoring, cheering or directly violating another (and not just human) being.)

(and a little Venting About War)

We know we don’t die, but life still is a gift that we don’t understand yet. And we throw that gift in “The Creator”‘s face when we send our children to war, or allow them to go, or bless them for committing suicide and killing innocents. (And god help those who have to perform the acts we give them the “duty” to perform. They need all the help we can give them when they return, for there is no returning from taking lives, and there are no virgins waiting.)

And if we aren’t directly involved we are standing on the sidelines, allowing it, even cheering it, when this violence and these wars are being staged to protect bias, and fear, and paranoia—ours, not theirs, of course. These battles need to be faced within each of us and not by flesh and blood proxies in deserts or mountains or on city streets. And these battles are not for politicians, generals and defense industries to decide to wage or so-called win.

When we know we don’t die, we have to then ask ourselves:

What do we want to carry into the next life—blood? regrets? I think not. But there are pretty powerful forces who don’t care.

In the end, there will have been a good reason humanity has walked and driven tanks and drones and hijacked planes down this path. Even our distortions have meaning in the long run. But it’s time to learn the lesson and get off the path of hate and violence. There are way more fulfilling paths to tramp other than the worship of death and destruction—and greed and profit.

So here we are. Strip away the fable/horror story of death and then what? Next blog: No Beginning…

New Stupid Catchphrase: Drop the Crappy Attitude for Happy Gratitude or Mulch the Crappy Attitude to Grow Happy Gratitude (All feel free to groan at once)

Dualism=Delusion (2/15)

“T’ai Chi (Perfect Form) arises from Wu Chi (the Formless Void) and is the mother of yin and yang
(Action/Change revealed in physical form as complementary opposites).”
Wang Tsung-yueh

Our home is not this house divided. We harbor the illusions of opposites, not even attracting. We see light and dark, count days and nights, believe waking but not dream, separate left and right, men and women… on and on.

We wholeheartedly deem self is not other, play good versus evil–and we suffer for it.

The prime illusion of this particular “camouflage” reality–Earth, with humans–is the subject-object divide in “time.” Or what appears to be cause and effect, in mind and/or matter. A host of ills are introduced–albeit for our education, in this playground/classroom/laboratory–by the subject-object/cause-effect seeming divide in time.

This divide creates tribes and teams, competition leading to hate and war. This divide creates disease and an unnatural, unnecessary separation from Nature and our bodies.

This flesh, blood, and bone-real illusion, perpetuates the ego’s one main fault: forgetting its Source. So that if left un-reminded, human individuals get to thinking they themselves God–although God without responsibility–or unmoored victims when that serves the story.

Ego is not awful in itself. In fact, ego, riding with the conscious mind, has incredible access to power and beauty, love and wisdom. Being, born of eternal action can enjoy conscious creation.

But ego’s weakness is a byproduct of this experiment in dualism. The pure power in physical being and a rainbow of desires–and fears–can use dualism to its most outrageous conclusions, to birth what we call Evil.

For many, many people (not all) opposites are separate, dividable. And that mentality also suggests that there is just as much of one as the other. A balance that unfortunately means, for instance, that there is as much evil out there as good. And, black being black, and white, white, the two can’t intermingle.

Not so the T’ai Chi symbol/concept.

In this, opposites abide. There is some of each in the other. Together, inseparable, as two sides of one coin. Sharing essence and body.

This is also simplistic, but holds great power as a concept to refute dualism.

In true physical Earth reality, look at the globe from every angle. Where is East? Where is West? Where is North? Where is South? Where is up, or down?

Yet, as long as we are physical, we will hear wavelengths beating, resonating, canceling. We will see foreground, then background, then foreground again. We will breathe in and out, let our hearts push and pull our blood, walk left and right on our ways to our destinations.

It’s in our makeup to experience so-called opposites, but not necessarily to forget how it all works together. We can clash if we are passionate, but not need to ignore the connections to each other that go beyond our skin and opinions. It is a paradox born of flesh and ego. One for us to experience fully, in many lives. When we have learned we learn:

We have the control, when we give up controlling.


But then we know, it’s real too.

It is a wonderfully creative lesson plan for humans. Only by believing in race or gender, boundaries or war, can they later be learned from, or disavowed. Same for pain and death. We are entranced by this illusion/delusion made so compelling that the story, the drama can enfold.

And what might seem cruel–but for some reason is embedded in our storytelling nature and this way of learning–is that only after the illusion is complete can the twist at the end–the literal end–have its full impact.

And in a flash we find we are home. Not alone. Not divided in halves. And not dead.

Next Post: No Death.