This is a thread for random deep ideas you may have about life. My friend (who I refer to in many of my RL stories as "Bam") wrote the following while he was high on shrooms.* There really is just that one moment where you realize that life is to exist in the moment however you choose it. Everything that we see around us, unlimited lives intertwining in a way that makes our everyday life possible. Why do we use those given substances? To make clear a reality that is already right there in front of our eyes. Like to dream? If we dream for the same amount of time we're awake, then why shouldn't that be a reality? Is it possible that what we subconsciously experience could be a separate reality? How would we know if it is in fact, "subconscious". Is there that small possibility? We might not ever know if we don't take a step back to look at everything that is right there in front of us. We are all too caught up in something or another. Just take a moment to realize really how incredible every second of our existence is. This following story I now believe to be the truth about death and rebirth. I've discussed the contents of it extensively with some friends of mine who also believe it to be true. You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that's when you met me. "What... what happened?" you asked. "Where am I?" "You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. "There was a... a truck and it was skidding..." "Yup," I said. "I... I died?" "Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" you asked. "Is this the afterlife?" "More or less," I said. "Are you God?" you asked. "Yup," I replied. "I'm God." "My kids... my wife," you said. "What about them?" "Will they be all right?" "That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there." You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. "Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved." "Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?" "Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated." "Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right." "All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me." You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?" "Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk." "So what's the point, then?" you asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter." "Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now." I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had. You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life." "How many times have I been reincarnated, then?" "Oh lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD." "Wait, what?" you stammered. "You're sending me back in time?" "Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from." "Where you come from?" you said. "Oh sure," I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand." "Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point." "Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening." "So what's the point of it all?" "Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?" "Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted. I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature." "You mean mankind? You want us to mature?" "No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect." "Just me? What about everyone else?" "There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me." You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..." "All you. Different incarnations of you." "Wait. I'm everyone!?" "Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. "I'm every human being who ever lived?" "Or who will ever live, yes." "I'm Abraham Lincoln?" "And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added. "I'm Hitler?" you said, appalled. "And you're the millions he killed." "I'm Jesus?" "And you're everyone who followed him." You fell silent. "Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you." You thought for a long time. "Why?" you asked me. "Why do all this?" "Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child." "Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?" "No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born." "So the whole universe," you said, "it's just..." "An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life." And I sent you on your way. My interpretation of this story: I believe that humanity is being lived throughout by one soul, like a single entity possessing the bodies of every single human being who ever lived or ever will live, one at a time. The way it works is that every time this soul is reborn, it becomes a human who in their lives will become more wise than those humans before it. Instead of living through each human's life by a linear timeline, it lives through their lives through a scale from abhorrent ignorance to infinite wisdom. For example, Fred Phelps is likely to have been lived very early in this scale, while Buddha would have been towards the end. I think that it's very possible that Jesus Christ was the very last human on the scale to have been lived, being the wise and humble man he is. The narrator said that eventually, he would become "like God." There is no one I can think of that is more like God than Jesus was, unless they haven't already lived yet. By the way, I'm not a Christian at all, I'm a transcendentalist. But I do believe that Jesus existed. Post more stuff like this. *I've already seen a mod discuss the legality of mentioning this; it's okay.
Not are or was, we will be. At least according to my speculation. I think Jesus is most likely the last human being ever to be occupied by the soul. Think about it, God said someday we would become like him, and who is more godlike than Jesus?
I mostly agree, but we're not just all humans, we're everything. Humans just happen to have a brain where we can identify ourselves as individuals, so we do, but we are the universe as much as everything else.
i never fully understood when people say that, "live only in the now". sure i understand it , but being able to think ahead is what sets us apart from instinctual animals. i have 2 grams now and 3 days until i can get more, if i smoke it all now il have a boring next few days, so instead i'll smoke some now some tomorrow and some on the 3rd day. get what i mean?
I don't think "living in the now" is necessarily relevant to the topic of humans equally sharing existence with everything else. However, the statement "living in the now" suggests you focus most of your attention and energy, to what is. Not what was or can be, reality as it is. Not necessarily stop thinking about the future or past, but stop letting those ideas control you.
It seems you have not noticed all the other threads in this section, which are almost all talking about energies, extra dimensions, meditating, aura colors, demons and higher beings, visions of various kinds, and other stuff that obviously made someone go "whoa man." I'm about ready to petition for this section to be renamed to Highdeas.
1. Try not to be so patronizing. Other threads with equally trippy theories get at least a few responses. 2. I would definitely support you on that.
Don't be so patronizing? I'm not sure you know what that word means. That's adorable. Now your request makes sense.
Well, not really patronizing, just more like condescending. What you said translated to me as "Get off your high horse, bub. You aren't the only one with mind-blowing theories." Exactly.
You're absolutely right, but what you don't understand is that many people spend their whole lives worrying about the past or the future, and never leave any time to focus on the present. Take this comic for example:
live in the now does not mean never think future or past, just don't LIVE in the future or past. most people in today's western society live almost entirely in past or present, never stopping and living in the Now, the current moment. to fully experience it. all your problems and negativity come from the past or the future. they are images created by your mind
I got the impression that you were starting a thread for such theories, when the entire subforum seems like it's already that. So it seemed a little redundant. That's all. I'm bound to seem condescending to all such posts, I guess. I sometimes see mystical posters seeming to tell others to get real, which is amusing. It all looks to me like a bunch of dream-sharing. Lots of answers, it seems, without much considering of the questions. I end up the bad guy for asking the questions. Open your mind! Fair enough. But at a point, there is a Nigerian prince who needs your help...
[quote name='"desuforeverlulz"']This is a thread for random deep ideas you may have about life. My friend (who I refer to in many of my RL stories as "Bam") wrote the following while he was high on shrooms.* There really is just that one moment where you realize that life is to exist in the moment however you choose it. Everything that we see around us, unlimited lives intertwining in a way that makes our everyday life possible. Why do we use those given substances? To make clear a reality that is already right there in front of our eyes. Like to dream? If we dream for the same amount of time we're awake, then why shouldn't that be a reality? Is it possible that what we subconsciously experience could be a separate reality? How would we know if it is in fact, "subconscious". Is there that small possibility? We might not ever know if we don't take a step back to look at everything that is right there in front of us. We are all too caught up in something or another. Just take a moment to realize really how incredible every second of our existence is. This following story I now believe to be the truth about death and rebirth. I've discussed the contents of it extensively with some friends of mine who also believe it to be true. You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that's when you met me. "What... what happened?" you asked. "Where am I?" "You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. "There was a... a truck and it was skidding..." "Yup," I said. "I... I died?" "Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" you asked. "Is this the afterlife?" "More or less," I said. "Are you God?" you asked. "Yup," I replied. "I'm God." "My kids... my wife," you said. "What about them?" "Will they be all right?" "That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there." You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. "Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved." "Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?" "Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated." "Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right." "All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me." You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?" "Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk." "So what's the point, then?" you asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter." "Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now." I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had. You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life." "How many times have I been reincarnated, then?" "Oh lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD." "Wait, what?" you stammered. "You're sending me back in time?" "Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from." "Where you come from?" you said. "Oh sure," I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand." "Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point." "Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening." "So what's the point of it all?" "Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?" "Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted. I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature." "You mean mankind? You want us to mature?" "No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect." "Just me? What about everyone else?" "There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me." You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..." "All you. Different incarnations of you." "Wait. I'm everyone!?" "Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. "I'm every human being who ever lived?" "Or who will ever live, yes." "I'm Abraham Lincoln?" "And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added. "I'm Hitler?" you said, appalled. "And you're the millions he killed." "I'm Jesus?" "And you're everyone who followed him." You fell silent. "Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you." You thought for a long time. "Why?" you asked me. "Why do all this?" "Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child." "Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?" "No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born." "So the whole universe," you said, "it's just..." "An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life." And I sent you on your way. My interpretation of this story: I believe that humanity is being lived throughout by one soul, like a single entity possessing the bodies of every single human being who ever lived or ever will live, one at a time. The way it works is that every time this soul is reborn, it becomes a human who in their lives will become more wise than those humans before it. Instead of living through each human's life by a linear timeline, it lives through their lives through a scale from abhorrent ignorance to infinite wisdom. For example, Fred Phelps is likely to have been lived very early in this scale, while Buddha would have been towards the end. I think that it's very possible that Jesus Christ was the very last human on the scale to have been lived, being the wise and humble man he is. The narrator said that eventually, he would become "like God." There is no one I can think of that is more like God than Jesus was, unless they haven't already lived yet. By the way, I'm not a Christian at all, I'm a transcendentalist. But I do believe that Jesus existed. Post more stuff like this. *I've already seen a mod discuss the legality of mentioning this; it's okay.[/quote] Not gonna lie, I teared up