Heaven

This is a continuation of the post entitled Hell.

I leave the pits of despair in the depths of hell as I arise into the new world. Compared to the hell I just left, it's a million times brighter up here. My eyes are having a hard time adjusting, all of my senses are being overwhelmed. I feel butterflies in my stomach, I feel a peaceful terror in my soul. I feel every emotion and no emotions simultaneously. I feel the purest form of Love that I have ever known. It's as if the Love is flowing through me, around me, into me, and out of me all at once. I have never felt such a combination of peace and joy in my life. Words evade me as I am fully immersed into Love itself, as I become Love itself. Love now stands where I Used to stand. The realization hits me like a missile to my heart... this is...  heaven.

My mind can't make sense of it, I had always heard about heaven, but I believed it was just a myth, something we tell ourselves to get through our shitty existence of a life. I mean after an eternity of being in hell, you kind of just give up any hope of a heaven at all, and you reach a point where you just wish for a painless existence. I had searched everywhere I could for so long that I thought I had proven to myself that heaven wasn't real, but here I am, I am standing in heaven.

My mind whirling in ecstatic disbelief comes back to my surroundings. I look down for the portal into hell and I can't find it. It vanished. I know it is gone forever; I know there is no way for me to ever go back to hell. I am here, I am free, I am in blissful ecstasy. I still can't see more than a few feet away from me due to the amount of information my mind is trying to perceive.

As my eyes start to adjust, I see figures illuminating within the brightness. I am surrounded by those who watched over me and protected me while I was in the darkness of hell. I am encompassed with their radiating Loving presence. I know I am home; I know I have finally found my home. I inexplicitly know that I have always been home, even when I thought I was in hell. I am barely able to process this brand-new overwhelming feeling of homeness before I start to hear music. At first it is very faint, and it slowly starts to grow in intensity. Before I know it, my mind is flooded with visions, memories, and experiences of which I am part of. My past is being rewritten and reformed into beauty. My experience of hell is being wiped out as if it had never existed. Hell is just a distant memory of someone who doesn't exist and who never did.

I know that I was in hell, I remember being there and yet... the memories of that place have vanished. Did finding heaven somehow change the past, and make it as if I were never in hell? Was hell just a dream? The beauty and sense of home in heaven are so powerful and real that it makes hell feel like it was just a dream, like it was something I imagined. Why would I have imagined myself in hell? Before the question can even fully form in my mind, I hear a voice tell me, I chose to imagine hell so I could truly appreciate heaven. I think of that saying, "you don't know what you got till it's gone". I am from heaven, heaven is my home, I wasn't able to appreciate it until it was gone. Hell is just the absence of heaven, in the same way that darkness is the absence of light. There is always light, even if we can't perceive it. We are always in heaven, even if we can't perceive it.

I came from heaven, which is my home, I chose to be born into the world and "leave" heaven. This world feels so real, that very shortly after coming into it, I forgot my memories of home and start to live in this world as if it were my home. As a child in this world, I start to feel doubt, guilt, shame, and embarrassment. I change who I am in order to avoid those unpleasant feelings. Since I come from heaven and have only ever known pure bliss, all of these worldly feelings are a little too intense and uncomfortable for my liking, so I do my best to avoid them all. I conform to the way of the world and by the time I reach adulthood in this world I am a complete mess of a person. I have suppressed my authentic self, I have repressed everything I didn't find enjoyable, and I am mad at everyone all the time, but mostly at myself for being so fake. 

When we leave this world and depart from our earthly body, we simply return home, where hence we all originated. Most of us don't realize this fact until that moment when we leave the earthly realm. The only way to get through hell (misperceived absence of heaven) is to go as far into it as possible. It is only by fully going into hell that you are able to see that it was never there to begin with. When you find yourself in hell, keep walking. There is nothing else you can do. Once you believe there is a hell, the only choice is to prove to yourself that hell isn't real, the only way to do that is to follow it to its conclusion, whatever that may be. Love and Peace!

Hell

I awaken to find myself in hell. I'm not sure how I got here or how long I have been here. There are no clocks in hell, clocks provide hope and if there's hope, there's a reason to fight back, a reason to try to escape. The purpose of hell is to keep you trapped for all of eternity. To keep you believing that there is no escape, that there is no hope, that there is nothing else. With no clocks, it is impossible to gauge any length of time in this place. Have I been here decades, centuries, or perhaps a billion years? I have no way of knowing; all that I know is I don't like it here. Being that I am in hell it is pretty evident that I don't want to be here. Part of the trick that hell plays on you is to convince you that you do in fact want to be here and that you are here through your own free will. I spent my time in hell convincing myself that I chose to be here, that I wanted to be here, that I deserved to be here. Now I am awake from my illusions, I know I need to get out.

First thing I do is look around, I need a plan, I need an escape route. I look for others as to form an alliance, strength in numbers and all. I am surrounded by countless others, but I seem to be unable to converse with them. I can understand the words that others are saying but it's as if everyone is speaking gibberish. I spend an indefinable amount of time making any attempt I can to communicate with anyone that I possibly can. I finally conclude that everyone is sleepwalking and talking in their sleep which is why I can't communicate with anyone. I do manage to find one who seems to be awake. Someone I can communicate with, someone who understands me and that I can also understand. We make a plan together to escape. We have no idea how yet, but we know we will be free of this place someday.

We dream about the day we will be free from this place. We talk about all the exciting things we will do, all the interesting people we will meet, and all the peace and joy we will experience. We are clueless as to what could be outside of hell, we don't care, we just know we want out. I promise my new friend that if I find a way out on my own that I will come back for them. I promise my companion that I will never leave them behind. We start our seemingly endless journey of finding an escape route. Hell seems to be better now that I have a friend. I'm no longer alone, I'm no longer cut off. I feel invincible now that I am not alone. I know that I will escape and that I will help to save my friend also. I know that I will leave this place.

After some time, I manage to find a mounted telescope that looks through a portal into another world. My first glimpse of hope. I excitedly share this telescope with my friend. I devote all of my time, looking through the telescope into this other world. I spend countless hours studying the people I see through the telescope. These people all appear to be awake and coherent in their speech. It's as if they are somehow speaking to me through this portal and giving me instructions on how to escape. The catch is, even though they can speak to me, I am unable to communicate with them. I soon discover that I don't need to communicate with them since they are aware of everything I do and every thought that I have. They say that they have also been in hell, they say that we all start in hell and only the bravest, strongest, and most resilient escape. They explain that I have to be the one to escape, they can't get me out, I have to do it on my own, but they will guide me and help me in any way they can. They will give me instructions, but they won't make sense to me since they are coming from another world in which I have no knowledge of. It's up to me to learn the langue of the new world and translate the instructions. I share all of this with my friend, and I notice that my friend doesn't seem as enthusiastic as I, but I can't fault them, we are in hell after all. Being in hell is quite exhausting.

I devote all of my time and energy studying and learning this new langue of the other world. I listen to countless stories from these people in the other world. I hear stories of how they escaped, I hear stories of what it's like to be outside of hell, and I hear stories of what it will be like when I escape. I try sharing this news with my friend who appears to be enthusiastic for me but who shows no interest in looking through the telescope or doing any of the work themselves. I decide that I don't mind, I know I am getting out, I know I am going to escape, I know that I would be doing the same thing even if I was all alone. I can do all the work, find the way out, and bring them with me. I reach a point in my studies where I want to wake others up in hell so they can escape too, I very quickly realize that no one actually wants to wake up. They went into their dream state as a way of coping with being in hell, they find it easier to remain dreaming that they aren't here. It's so much easier to pretend then to face the reality of the situation. That's not for me anymore, I am done dreaming, I am done ignoring the reality of my situation in hell, and I am getting out.

One day a golden ladder appears, it's a very long ladder and at the top of the ladder is a bright golden light. Down here in hell everything is just a dim, grayish, red color. The light at the top of the ladder is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, so far. I did it, I finally found the way out, I am overcome with excitement and emotion. I excitedly tell my friend, but they say they don't care about the ladder or leaving hell. I can't believe my ears, why would anyone choose to stay here, why would anyone want this? I decide to stay so I can convince my friend to leave, I share all of the beauty that is beyond this place that I have learned of and all the peace that will encompass them and all the joy that will surround them. It seems as if there is nothing I can say or do to persuade them. I even try to forcefully drag my friend to the ladder all the while they are scratching and clawing at me. I keep reassuring them that I am doing this for them, I keep reassuring them that it will all be ok, all they have to do is trust me. My friend just keeps fighting. The harder I try, the more they fight back.

I try reasoning with my friend, I try explanations, I try logic, I try motivation, I try anything I can think of to get me friend to join me. I don't want to leave them, I made a promise to bring them with me when I found a way out, I can't leave without them, I won't leave without them. I decide to stay in hell, I decide to never give up hope that I could persuade them to join me someday. All the while my friend keeps promising me, that we will leave together and that they are in fact my friend. I keep believing them and ignoring the fact that they refuse to leave. They were my only companion in hell, how could I possibly abandon my only friend?

I wait, and I wait, and I wait for my friend to be ready to leave. The waiting becomes a new form of hell in of itself. The knowledge of another world, the hope of leaving hell someday, and the ladder to freedom are all in front of me. I begin to wish I had never learned of another world; I begin to wish I could just go back to the dream state and forget everything I had learned. One of the things I learned is that there is no going back to the dream state, there is no forgetting. Once you awaken in hell, you have two choices, remain in hell while awake, knowing that is another world out there, or Leave. Those are the choices. Eventually I tell my friend that I will not wait forever for them, that eventually I will leave them behind. I waste countless more centuries as they promise me that they will want to leave someday, I just need to give them more time.

I can't take it anymore. I tell my friend that I can't wait any longer and that I need to leave with or without them. They can choose to come, or they can choose to stay. As I start to climb the ladder, my friend starts attacking me and tries to pull me down saying "don't leave me, you can't leave me, you're being so selfish." I tell my friend that I don't care, I need to get out because if I stay, I will lose myself and remain trapped in hell forever. My friend tells me they don't care if I stay trapped in hell and reiterate that I am just being selfish. Despite what my friend says, I know that I have given them every opportunity to leave with me, and that they are in fact choosing to stay. I have no choice but to leave. I say goodbye to my friend, and I start climbing the ladder. The whole way up the ladder, I can hear my friend screaming at me about how selfish I am. I am unable to look back; I just keep climbing while looking up at the light.

When I reach the top of the ladder, I decide to take one last look back into hell. Now that I am covered in the light from above, I can see clearly into the darkness. I look at the bottom of the ladder and I see Satan looking up at me from the bottom of the ladder. Satan just looks up at me with this evil grin in his eyes. I realize in that moment, that I never had a friend. There are no friends in hell. I never questioned why I was only ever to communicate with only one person in hell. I just blindly trusted them and believed that they were my friend. I just assumed that no one would ever choose to stay in hell. I never considered the fact that my friend could actually be Satan himself and that Satan doesn't actually want to leave hell. Satan chooses to live in hell for that is his home. Satan manipulates and confuses his "friends" in order to get them to stay. Satan gives false hope as a last-ditch effort of trying to destroy any real hope that remains. The truth is that even though Satan chooses to be in hell, he doesn't actually want to be alone in hell, so he will do anything he can to get people to stay. Once someone decides to leave hell, there is nothing Satan can do, and he knows it. All Satan can do is delay the inevitable so that is what he does. Torture up until the very last possible second.

I turn away from Satan and from hell and look into the light above me; I take the last step on the ladder, and I pull myself up into the new world. I have no idea what awaits me, all I know is I am free from my prison, I am free from the chains that bound me, and I am free from hell. So long Satan, maybe someday you'll decide to leave hell to, but I'm honestly not counting on it. It's no longer my cross to bear. I am free. Love and Peace!

Fate Vs. Choice

Our breath comes and goes every moment we are alive. When our breath stops, we are no more. Our breath is something that happens at all times whether we are actively involved in the activity or not. We could say that our breath happens without our doing anything whatsoever and it also happens when we decide to "take over" and breathe on our own. We can choose to breathe versus allowing it to take place without our interference.

Why are we talking about our breath? Fate vs. choice works in the same manner. If we practice the "Do Nothing Meditation" we ultimately discover that even when "doing nothing" life still continues on all around us. As I sit perfectly still, without a thought in my mind or an emotion in my body, I am absolutely still while being absent of my "self" while also being physically present in the world. The wind blows on my face, the sun shines in my eyes, the bird songs vibrate my eardrums, the insects land on me, the squirrels come by to visit, and the people all around me go on with their busy lives. I am doing nothing; the world moves on without me and yet I am still affected by everything around me. It is fated to be so. Anything out of my will or control is fate. By practicing the "Do Nothing Meditation" we are able to step outside of our own subjective perspective and see the objective fate all around us.

The timer goes off after the set meditation time and that's the signal to end the "Do Nothing Meditation". We then choose to turn off the timer, stretch our limbs that are feeling a little numb and sore from sitting in the same position for quite some time. We choose to take a drink of water, stand up, and so on and so forth. We are now using our choice to do as we please.

When we choose to live our lives, fate doesn't disappear. Fate continues on at all times. It is only our choice that comes and goes. Fate happens at night while we are sleeping. We aren't making any choices about anything that's happening in the outside world while we sleep, and the world continues on powered by fate. Our breath happens at all times whether we choose to participate or not. In truth we could live out our entire lives having never once thought about our breath or choosing to take it over, and our breathing would never stop. Fate works in the same way, we could just live our entire lives not choosing to do anything, and fate would always be pushing us forward and transforming us. Or we can choose where we want our lives to go, we can choose how to direct our lives.

When we choose to take over our breathing, we can choose if we want to breathe slow or fast, shallow or deep, or we can even choose to hold it. Fate propels our life through this world, but we can choose which direction we want it to go. We can choose who we want to be. We can choose what kind of life we want to live. When we make that choice, fate does its thing and moves us in that direction. It's not about fate versus choice. Fate is real and can be witnessed firsthand if we choose to look at it. Fate is permanent and unstoppable. Choice is our ability to guide fate. Think of fate as the motor on a boat and choice as the rudder. 

What is out of our ability to choose? Anything that is outside of us.

What is within our ability to choose? Our actions/reactions. The kind of person we want to be. Our beliefs. Our thoughts. Our outlook on life. How we treat all life forms, which includes ourselves.

Fate is the river of life. We can either choose to flow with the river and experience calm peaceful waters, or we can attempt to go against the current and experience chaos, which is a choice in of itself. Flowing with the river of life doesn't mean you can't guide your direction within it. Trying to fight and change everything outside of your choice is like punching the river and wondering why you keep getting wet. Love and Peace!

Time

Our physical forms a.k.a. our bodies, live in time while in this world. Time is perceived as linear to the physical form. There appears to be a beginning to time and an end to time (birth and death). We all see the effects of this every day, we start as babies, grow into children, teens, young adults, middle aged adults, senior citizens, and finally death. This physical world is life and death, everything will die in this physical world. The individual's physical death does not equate to the death of everything else. Therefore, since one individual death does not equate all death, we can infer there is no death, since all life is part of the same universe.

Since we perceive the concept of time, that means that either (A) Time exists and it has a clear beginning and a clear end in which it can be measured or (B) Time does not exist as anything other than a concept of the mind and is timeless / infinite. If option (A) were correct that would mean, we would be able to calculate the beginning of time and the end of time. Since all we have is theories about when time began or when it will end, we currently have no way of calculating time. 

If option (B) is correct, eternity goes infinitely into the future which also means eternity goes infinitely into the past. Since eternity is timeless/endless, meaning there is no beginning and no end, that means the dead center of eternity is now. The Halfway point of eternity is now. We are directly in the middle of an endless future and an endless past. The catch being that there is no past and there is no future, there is only now because now is all there is in eternity. All there can ever be is now in eternity. You cannot travel forward or backward in eternity. Time travel is impossible, there is only now and now is all there will ever be. There will never be an "after" eternity or a "before" eternity, therefore all there ever is, is now. Eternity cannot be comprehended anywhere but where it is which is now. Eternity is now, Eternity can be witnessed, Eternity can be observed.

Where we screwed up was putting ourselves in “time”. Time doesn’t exist, it’s a mathematical impossibility, infinity is incalculable, you cannot move through infinity, infinity is endless. You can only be right now in the dead center of infinity. When we put ourselves in “time” we needed to come up with a way of measuring time so we came up with time being A.D. and B.C, so we believe that we are moving through “time” and it’s the year 2023 and next year will be 2024 and so on and so forth forever but that is impossible when referring to an infinite number. We can only be now we can’t move forward in “time”. If time were real there would be a defined, calculated beginning, which in turn means there would also be a defined calculated end. Essentially meaning keeping track of time would be more of a clock running down until the end of time. A doomsday clock so to speak.

From our experience people seem to be born and die but we are living in the middle of eternity, and we can only ever live in the now of eternity, which applies to every individual. When someone dies that means they don’t stop existing because if they did, so would all of eternity and therefore existence. So, when an individual comes into eternity that means eternity/existence/universe all come into being with that individual, and when that individual leaves, eternity/existence/universe go out of existence with that individual, and that applies to everyone all together at the same time. 

We all exist and also don’t exist simultaneously; we got all mixed up because we have brains smart enough to comprehend something isn’t right but at the same time is exactly how it’s meant to be. Since we exist (physically) and we don’t exist (ego/identity) we get confused and, in that confusion, attempt to attack each other not realizing that we are only fighting ourselves which is all part of eternity. We are all part of the eternal universe; we can’t be anything but. Look at it this way, no one ever dies, and no one is ever born, we all exist and don’t exist together at the same time. Everything is a manifestation of eternity. There is no theoretical "future eternity" as that is an impossibility. We are all living in eternity right now, we're just to blind to see it.

If you believe in God, you probably also believe that God is eternal, and he created life "in the beginning". Pretty much every culture and religion on earth has an origin story. If there were a beginning there would also be an end, you can't have a beginning without an end. We can't have a beginning and then be taken out of "time" to be put into eternity because as soon as you leave "time" and go into eternity, there no longer is a beginning of time. Since there is no longer a beginning to time, that means we would all just cease to exist in an instance, since there was never a beginning in which we were created. If we consider the fact that we are already in eternity, since we do exist, if begs the question of why are we waiting for a future imagined nonexistent eternity when we are already in eternity? The "future" eternal "heaven" is right now, if we choose to see it and believe it. The "future" eternal "hell" is also right now, which is where the majority of us live. "Heaven" is living in the now. "Hell" is living in the imaginary "future" or "past".

In conclusion, if there was a beginning, there will also be an end, you can't have one without the other, they go together. If we are in eternity, there is no "future" where we all go to "heaven" or "hell". Either this will all end one day, or this is eternity now. You decide which you believe. If there is an end, then enjoy this life while you're here, if we are in eternity, enjoy that too because what else can you do? It's not like you can leave eternity. Love and Peace!

Silence

The louder someone is on the outside, the louder their mind is. When we have a silent mind, we are silent on the outside. When our mind is silent, we have peace and serenity. When our mind is loud, we have chaos and confusion. We try to drown out the noise in our mind with noise on the outside. Many of us can't stand to sit in silence, as we feel we will go insane from all the babbling in our mind. An endless chattering of nonsense and bullshit constantly circling around our mind and usually overflowing and spewing out of our mouths.

We drown out the noise in our mind in any way possible. Having the television on all hours of the day. Blaring music. Shooting off fireworks and guns. Making our car exhaust as loud as possible. Screaming and yelling. We have all experienced awkward silence. Who says silence has to be awkward? When we learn to live in silence it goes from awkward and uncomfortable to gracious and serene. 

We fear silence since it means we would have to face the noise in our mind. We fight, suppress, ignore, judge, criticize and compartmentalize our minds. We fear death because we fear silence. Death is the ultimate silence. All the noise is in the physical dimension and when we leave the physical dimension, we will no longer have all the noise in which we rely upon to drown out our minds. Most of us never stop to consider that leaving the physical dimension through physical death also means the mind goes along with it. Most of us just assume that when we experience a physical death, we will somehow keep our mind and all that goes with it. It's an impossibility to leave the physical dimension and keep any part of it, which includes the mind. 

Thoughts come from the mind, the mind is part of the body, and you are not your body. Most of us believe that when we die we will be stuck with our thoughts for eternity. Whether we believe in heaven, hell, reincarnation, non-existence, or anything else, we fear having to be stuck with ourselves and our minds forever. What was it like before you came into your body and your mind formed? Silent. As in the complete absence of thought and/or sensory input. What will it be like after we leave our body? The same as before we came into it. Silence = Peace.

How do we create silence within the mind now before we die? Allow your mind to do whatever it wants to do. Don't fight your mind, don't judge your mind, just observe your mind do whatever it is doing. When we stop fighting the mind and allow it to do as it pleases, eventually it just gets tired of itself and quiets down on its own. When the mind quiets down, we no longer need outside noise to drown the mind out. Some people are able to quiet the mind very quickly by realizing they can do nothing but for most of us it takes time and effort. The effort of just allowing the mind to be. The effort of not fighting the mind or trying to change it. The effort of not trying to figure out the mind's motivations. Eventually the effort forces us to realize that there is absolutely nothing we can do, so we give up effort and just let our minds do whatever they want. When we give up effort and allow the mind to do as it pleases, that is when the real transformation takes place, and we see that the mind automatically quiets itself without any assistance from us.

Humans Love noise pollution. Anywhere you can find humans, you can find noise pollution. When we go into nature, we discover silence that cannot be compared. Silence in nature isn't complete silence. The birds still chirp, the squirrels still scurry, the insects still buzz, the wind still rustles the leaves, and the water still babbles as it flows down the stream. Silence in nature is simply the absence of unnecessary noise pollution. All noise within nature serves a purpose, whether it be for mating, alerting of danger, singing for joy, or any number of other reasons. Humans make noise simply for the sake of making noise and to drown out the silence. If you want to know what real silence is, go to the middle of the woods miles away from the closest human and just listen. 

We will all experience silence when we leave the physical dimension, that's part of being in the physical dimension. We can either choose to accept and embrace the silence now and truly enjoy life in all its beauty, or we can wait until we leave our body. It's a choice each and every one of us get to make. Most of us choose to wait until we leave the physical dimension to find silence, never realizing we can have it NOW. Always fearing the inevitable silence which awaits each and every one of us. Silence isn't a curse, silence is a blessing, all we have to do is stop fighting it. Love and Peace!