Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Heaven Has No Colors
She's a teacher for the Plano ISD now and only works part-time at the diner. She asked me if I was interested in teaching and I told her that I'd tried to get into teaching back in 1995 or 1996 with little luck, so I'd given up. Then the conversation turned to quantum mechanics and I told her a little of what I knew. It then turned to reincarnation, without any prompting from me, and she told me about a dream where she was a young girl and she was underground with her family in a sewer system hiding from soldiers trying to kill them. It sounded like a Jewish family being hunted down by a Nazi SS death squad. She didn't think the dream was true until she watched Schindler's List and saw the exact same thing on screen. I wasn't surprised. It just reaffirmed what I had been told by my Uncle John. She mentioned that a little 6 year old girl was consoling her Mother over the death of her little brother. The little girl explained to her Mother that her little brother knew he wouldn't live long and that he went back to Heaven. She also mentioned that the little girl said that she liked this world because Heaven had no color and this world was full of color. Truths from the mouths of babes. My uncle mentioned that young children know or see things and that adults would discount their observations or knowledge until the kids gave up and believed what they were told to believe. I didn't understand how he knew that until almost twenty years later, but I intuitively knew he was telling the truth. I told my friend not to think of it as reincarnation, but as Consciousness living and experiencing through a continuation (or succession) of bodies. Tolle says that Consciousness is evolving. Well, everything is evolving. People are striving for something. Trees are trying to be better trees. Cats are trying to be better cats. I've noticed my cats are fascinated by water, so maybe cats are evolving to where they aren't as hydrophobic as in the the past. But it makes sense. If the conscious spark is the only constant and bodies or forms are shed like skins, and everything changes, even the conscious essence within, and the outside is a reflection of the change inside, then what?
Friday, September 22, 2006
Belief Versus Self-Realization
Monday, September 18, 2006
Get or Renew Your Passport Now
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Gifts From the Unmanifest
I sleep mostly soundly all day. Get up, shower, then am out the door for another twelve hour night shift. Driving to work, there isn't a lone rain cloud. The whole horizon is lined with rain swollen clouds and thunderheads swelling into the stratosphere. An even more beautiful sight then this morning. The witty line from Terry Pratchett about "some people coming positively alive during thunderstorms" pops into my head and I smile at the reference to Frankenstein's monster.The westward setting Sun isn't behind the thunderclouds quite yet. Sun beams everywhere. Awesome, spectacular! Love, love is shining through the clouds. Love shining on the small beings, human ants, driving across this vast planetary surface. Love shining on us even when we can't see it whether behind a rain swollen storm cloud or on the other side of our rotating planet. An absolute truth. A spiritual metaphor for what? I am always loved and never alone even during the darkest hours of my life. I am a part of that universal essence, but I can't feel that love and oneness now. What of the storms that cross my visage and hide my love and beauty from the eyes of others? My moments of madness. Are they gone, or are there storms to come? If an entire people can self-destruct, if the Japanese and my brother can self-destruct, then why not Americans? Why not me? I've died in a way, but I went the other way. Why me, and not Jim?
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
The Hard Thing and the Right Thing
Robert Spritz: David, sacrifice is... to get anything of value, you have to sacrifice.
Dave Spritz: I know that Dad, but I think that if we continue down this road, it's gonna be too detrimental for the kids. It's just too hard.
Robert Spritz: Do you know that the harder thing to do and the right thing to do are usually the same thing? Nothing that has meaning is easy. "Easy" doesn't enter into grown-up life.