At times life is so overwhelming that it is truly takes the strength of Hercules to carry on with life, yet we must. We are social beings and yet soften one desires solitude to reflect and to deal with ones inner turmoil. No wonder that looking at groups of people generally the cloistered ones, the ones who give themselves to prayer, to god are often the most well balanced. Also they are the ones who most easily cope with death. Funny thing death for we all eventually end up facing it—yet is anyone or anything dies we grieve for it. If we truly believe –we should rejoice—but we don`t.
This question of death has
arisen this week –regarding Michel, and today regarding our sweet little cat
Cici. As you once put it sweetheart –it is irrelevant who dies—be it the death
of a beloved goldfish that the cat ate
or the cat that died because it dies of illness—death is death and we
grieve—and our heart breaks.
Why are we wired this way—for
most of us say that there is an afterlife—of some sort, yet we say we believe,
yet we grieve even if we swear that we have the faith . This tells me that
perhaps there is doubt and we don`t really a 100%. I believe, I pray, I believe
in miracles, I experience demonstrations of all kinds of proof—but not
concrete. God or His angels never appear and explain—all we have is this subtle
awareness—but then that maybe wishful thinking . But then maybe God is testing
our faith—our belief in Him, our love for Him. At times I am so sure and at
times I have no idea at all and I am totally lost. No one ever came back from
death—ever, well apart from Our Lord, But then even that is questionable—did
He?
These times when death is on
the horizon we are tested and shaken to our core--, But then how does one
explain praying and people getting well? Would they have become well without
prayer--? Scientific testing proves that prayer works—then what is prayer?
Simply flow of energy from one to an other –when the other is depleted. This
makes no sense either—In fact nothing makes sense at all.
You-darling also forever
question this—one day you believe whole heartedly, the other you are simply
also are lost—sadly this is being human. Even with your NDE—maybe it was a game
your mind played on you--!If not then why is your faith always not constant –instead
of waxing and waning? You said you would come back from death for love—then
added love for me. If that is a possibility—then why are not more people back
and happy? And what is the purpose of all of this “life exercise”? What is the
purpose? We say we do know, understand,
yet we shake our heads for reality paints a different picture—though one sees
all the miracles around, one still has tremendous doubts.
Why does not God reveal
Himself/Herself? What is the purpose of that? Woudn`t it be so much easier if
we really knew—or would we then simply tow the line in fear—is this is the
manifestation of free will? We go up and down like a yo-yo—be it a humble
ordinary person—or I am sure even the Pope himself. Thus then what is this
short life of our actually? Ascending to higher dimension, becoming more
enlightened, expanding, becoming more god-like—all these terms are simply words
to give us a sense of peace I think—for the truth is hidden—if there is one. Maybe
there isn`t—maybe the atheists are right—for even Jesus doubted on the cross
when he called out to God—“My God, my God why have you forsaken me?” And
perhaps He was forsaken--.
Yes—I have conversations with
Our Lady —but am I really? She always says the truth I have to admit—but that
may simply be a lucky guess on my part, maybe being more sensitive and picking
up vibrations—or what is it? You say and state many things—even things I cannot
comprehend—but do you actually believe it in the core of your soul—or just
think these things are true—almost like wishful thinking.
Why hasn’t anyone come back?
Why do people who say remember past life cannot remember surnames? Why not one
out of 7 billion only a few who remember
simply brief moments which cannot be really documented. So, why does not God
reveal Himself/Herself—or Themselves for that matter? By this time at least a
person or two should have been able to catch God in the act-no? None have.
Angels, ascended beings,
other dimensional beings—visitations from advanced soul and the like—all none
are proved. I don`t need scientific proof, but proof of my eyes—the rest
matters not of what the world thinks. What is the purpose of life—of creation?
Where do animals fit it? What is soul? Who has it—all everything that lives?
What is the difference—is one superior to an other—if that is the case—is that
fair?
Oh—yes we feel superior—we
know and keep stating dozens of times daily—the mantra of love. Do I actually
believe it or I just want to feel superior? Do I want to feel good and perhaps
lull myself into an illusion of an afterlife which is better than this one—try
to convince myself that all will be fine and we shall live on. That—all is
love, light, energy and we are part of this “super consciousness of divine
creation”—a fractal of the “Divine Creator, God itself”--. All we need is love.
All is love. Love is the mover and shaker of creation--. We are part of God, we
are God—we are divine aspect of God. I wonder about all of this when all the
world is one big chaotic mess—from order moving into entropy continually.
Man since the dawn of time
needed to feel that there is something more—perhaps that is what kept and keeps
creation going—this hope of a better , eternal future. Today I am at a bit of a
loss, sitting on the fence so to speak—though my faith is strong—but as it is
also said the flesh is weak—and that incorporates my brain and my thinking—when
I see death on the horizon. Lord God—just give me a sign –that shall never
shake my belief in you—but then why would you—I am sure many has asked before
and they have had no response. So-why should I be different than the 7 billion
other—I am not—probably in the bottom pile, yet I keep wondering. I say and
state many thing-quote the spiritual gurus-but I have no idea at all. I have no
idea if I actually believe in my heart and what my brain is saying. Tomorrow I may feel
totally different.
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