Re: truth
JLNobody wrote:Wow, this must be the most prolific thread of all time; I've never seen so many posts on one threat in one day. Impossible to catch up.
But someone did use the interesting metaphor of a GATE that is passed through upon death. To me, it seems that when one passes through the gate of death, he does not come out on the other side "dead." NO-ONE comes out on the other side. In other words, there is no longer anyone to be in the state of "death", no-one to be in either a state of awareness or non-awareness. It is the most exotic condition imaginable (or unimaginable). I wish I could say I look forward to it, but "I" won't be there for the experience. But then again, "I" am not here for this experience either. There is just the experience. Aha, maybe that means that in death there is no-one to experience non-awareness; there is only non-awareness.
What a can of worms.
Awareness has to have a focus, something to be aware of. Time is everything occuring simultaneously thus blurring awareness of any distinct passage of a single event, all are experienced as one. Such is the world of the soul.
The physical human lives between the tick and tock of the clock. Not a physical location but a concept that can only be sensed. The "now' is my favorite term for it. Thoreau called it 'the brink of two eternities'.
If time were a stream and you stood in the middle of the stream looking forward you would be facing the future and, through the use of your physical senses be able to measure the changing face of the past to be. The passing of time is a focus the soul, through it's composition, is unable to witness, the passing of time can only be realized through the physical senses. To a soul there is no time, no birth, no death. Only pure consciousness.
Time keeper.
The memory of the physical is recorded by the soul and retained, not the actual occurence of a human event, but the sensation of the resultant sensory event is recorded, so to speak, increasing the souls awareness and speeding their ascension.
My fingers are tired, someone refute me or agree or something.