Wow. Well at least you're honest. Thanks for the warning.
Are you a Leo? Just curious. You can plead the fifth if you like.
I regurgitated the bloated Christianity (Catholicism) of my youth long ago. It only left me more hungry. Thirty five years of meditation filled the void perfectly though. Still does. 'There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio.' - Billy S. "In my Father's house (creation) are many mansions(various spheres of truth)." - JC. "Be still and know that I am God." Still all incoming sensory stimulii (yes, it is possible) which constantly prods the ever restless mind to incessant thought. Thought stops. Thought is still only a part of vibratory creation. Beyond thought is where the Truth hides.
In Stillness, pure, at edge of dream
was viewed the whole charade,
as, motionless, the self met Self,
the space and time parade
passed by and bade it, "Come and play.
Forget your Self for now."
But strangers had they now become
and made to take a bow.
It was not still - that's relative
but Stillness, grand and vast.
It was not silent, paired with sound,
but Silence, sans contrast.
Awareness, keen, blazed without thought
and Self was Its own end
immersed in joy and timelessness
devoid of any blend.
The Lancet, a very conservative scienctific journal, recently published the results of research done by Dutch cardiologist Pim van Lommel of people who've had near death experiences. All their accounts were so amazingly similar that he could not discount them. One of the things noted - among many - was the speeding up of thought at the time of 'passing' to hundreds and even thousands of times faster than normal. Every thought, word, and deed - AND their repercusssions on the world about us - played before the screen of consciousness in a seeming split second. For some, even future events that had not yet transpired were flashed before them and then after they were brought back later actually occured. Time and space are fallacious.
The mural stretches out, so grand,
a painting done of time.
Standing close in front of it
we view the present clime.
When to the left and back we look,
from where we have just viewed,
the past it all appears to us,
'though it did not conclude.
Now to the right direct your gaze,
on further up the wall,
waiting next there to be viewed,
the future it is called.
But stand far back and view the Whole.
Be still and see just how
this present, past and future art
is really all the Now.
For what it's worth,
lenny
None of us ever gets anything we don't either need or deserve. Dry those liquid emotions and move on.
