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Discussion in 'Religion, Beliefs and Spirituality' started by 1bakedpotato, May 20, 2013.
....when there are stars and 'the sun' up in the sky?
Because the outside is also the inside, and the stars are in there too.
But you say you are programmed not to believe in life outside, that sounds like something religion had a hand in?
I know what many people think when people start talking about their hallucinogenic experiences as if they were real. I'm simply relating an experience I had. I'm not assessing, posting the validity of the experience. It's irrelevant to do so.
I used to say I abutted consciousness with a star. Now I think it's more like I melded consciousness. "We are of the stars," I understood implicitly. Who is we? Am I part of we?
I didn't know the answers. It seemed like such an ambiguous statement. From there I set out, not exactly to find meaning in this, but to understand. It's been a few years since then and here is where I've landed. The stars are definitely inside.
Who is we? Well, who is me, us. It was me who I melded consciousness with. It was me and yet it was much more than me. It was a higher me. The higher me using the image of a star, something I could understand, in order for me to get the message.
Ok so I understand who we are now. But the fact that we are of the stars. What does that mean? Well, the star is an image. It represents something more. There was more to the message. It was much more difficult for me to understand, more difficult to articulate. "Let your light shine to light the way of others. Let your light shine vicariously to light your way."
Hmm. We light this reality, this universe. All of us together. Simultaneously. Some don't see the light. Some are blinded by it. But we all shine it, seen or not. It is within us. Within all of us. Just look in. We are the stars. And from them we are born.
"All life. Every life. We are all born as molecules in the hearts of a billion stars. Molecules that do not understand politics, or policys, or differences. Over a billion years we foolish molecules forget who we are and where we came from. In desperate acts of ego, we give ourselves names, fight over lines on a map, and pretend that our light is better than everyone else's. The flame reminds us of the piece of those stars that lives on inside us. The spark that tells us: "you should know better." The flame also reminds us that life is precious, as each flame is unique. When it goes out, its gone forever. And there will never be another quite like it. So many candles will go out tonight. I wonder some days if we can see at all"