The purpose of life
What is the purpose of life? One of modern man's favorite questions.
But why do we need a purpose in life? Maybe it's because we're incapable of living in the present, so we constantly look back to the past or ahead to the future. Regretting all the mistakes we made in the past or wishing we could be back there because things were so much better then. Hoping things will be better in the future or fearing what awaits us there.
Is this the best we can do with our fantastic brains?
At this point thoughts start coming out in a jumble. Can't write, type or even talk that fast. I feel as if great ideas are taking shape, but then all becomes confusion. Or is it just housecleaning in my mind? Or maybe some spirit, entity, ET, whatever, trying to get through. Channeling, they call it. Oh boy! I'm channeling some grand thoughts from out there somewhere. So isn't everybody doing that these days? It's become a fad.
Bookstores, the Internet, are full of channeled material, mostly from angels lately. (Angels are in at the moment. That should make the Vatican happy.) Or some other entity with a weird name, because there seems to be a compulsion to identify all these outrageous thoughts with somebody/something else. To proclaim our own innocence, maybe. I don't want to be crucified or burned at the stake for speaking truths that nobody wants to hear. That's not me! I'm not responsible for this stuff!
Well, maybe. Or maybe not. If we're all plugged in to some universal One, All That Is, God, or whatever you want to call it, it's all me anyway. There are no boundaries.
What? That makes me part of Saddam Hussein? Vladimir Putin? Muhammar Gaddafi? George W. Bush? No, thanks. But then it also makes me part of Mahatma Ghandi, Mother Teresa, Marilyn Monroe, Bono, George Clooney, Rigoberta Menchu... Curiously, I seem to be getting more names on the positive side. That's encouraging.
And as I sink into an amorphous blob, having realized I have no identity of my own, I decide it's time to get back to work. Do something concrete. Or plop in front of the TV and watch some reality show to reassure myself that I'm not the only one living in a perpetual dilemma.
So, enough for now. Cut!
But why do we need a purpose in life? Maybe it's because we're incapable of living in the present, so we constantly look back to the past or ahead to the future. Regretting all the mistakes we made in the past or wishing we could be back there because things were so much better then. Hoping things will be better in the future or fearing what awaits us there.
Is this the best we can do with our fantastic brains?
At this point thoughts start coming out in a jumble. Can't write, type or even talk that fast. I feel as if great ideas are taking shape, but then all becomes confusion. Or is it just housecleaning in my mind? Or maybe some spirit, entity, ET, whatever, trying to get through. Channeling, they call it. Oh boy! I'm channeling some grand thoughts from out there somewhere. So isn't everybody doing that these days? It's become a fad.
Bookstores, the Internet, are full of channeled material, mostly from angels lately. (Angels are in at the moment. That should make the Vatican happy.) Or some other entity with a weird name, because there seems to be a compulsion to identify all these outrageous thoughts with somebody/something else. To proclaim our own innocence, maybe. I don't want to be crucified or burned at the stake for speaking truths that nobody wants to hear. That's not me! I'm not responsible for this stuff!
Well, maybe. Or maybe not. If we're all plugged in to some universal One, All That Is, God, or whatever you want to call it, it's all me anyway. There are no boundaries.
What? That makes me part of Saddam Hussein? Vladimir Putin? Muhammar Gaddafi? George W. Bush? No, thanks. But then it also makes me part of Mahatma Ghandi, Mother Teresa, Marilyn Monroe, Bono, George Clooney, Rigoberta Menchu... Curiously, I seem to be getting more names on the positive side. That's encouraging.
And as I sink into an amorphous blob, having realized I have no identity of my own, I decide it's time to get back to work. Do something concrete. Or plop in front of the TV and watch some reality show to reassure myself that I'm not the only one living in a perpetual dilemma.
So, enough for now. Cut!
Labels: channeling, musings
posted by the dolphin at 11:49
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