lollife sucks..
lollife sucks..
I could be distracted by my ego
However, there is no good evidence that such thing as channeling as ever occurred. This suggests it's not real. That doesn't mean that the feelings are not real. Those are produced by chemical reactions in the body that create what we perceive.
i have plenty of evidence. you don't. that's the only difference between us in this regard. chemical reactions can not and did not cause physical objects to morph shape on my coffee table. period.
you have evidence chemicals in my brain can achieve such a thing? that's ridiculous.
i agree
as chemistry is a joke since bound to QM (reductionary)
good point
but don't you dare contest the em (and the coherance of energy) (it is how your consciousness even works)
p/s.......... how does god (per se) 'talk' to you? Remember, 'entangled to all existence........
ah....... pay attention to the light of the matter.
(think of your hands pushing a wave in a pool; with enough force you can splash another)
that is why you can only share what you feel, not what you knowit's not auditory.
so does everyonei get impressions...messages.
it seems like telepathic communication.
now you back to believing some dude (he) is consciously talking to you, personally rather than being aware you associating will the whole universe at every moment you exist, naturally just like everyone else. You just more sensitive!but sometimes he uses other means to communicate with me like art...music, literature, movies...sometimes he'll use other people.
to keep both feet grounded, i use terms most can understand; rather than say "god told me"things you would probably call a coincedence.
you can only have so many of those though that are so meaningful...trippy meaningful,
then repeat it; document it, and share how to alluntil you realize it's no coincedence.
the shit going on on my coffee table was a message to me, instructing me not to send a letter that i was about to send. the letter was actually a channelled message to someone else. what do they call that? is it transcendental writing? i know there's a term for it, not sure what it is...
then i guess when you are associating with people you learn, from what others have to say and life, then measure it before putting the self as the primary. (learning comes from humility to the unknown)is my mind made up? my mind is never made up.
and honestly, i can't figure out why it is that i can't come out here and share myself, thoughts, experiences without someone always trying to criticize or argue or "educate me" about what i really mean, or what has really happened to me, or what i should say, or how i should say it, or what it all should mean to me. i don't do that to other people. i don't go around telling people what they should say and feel and think. i love the fact that everyone is different and sees things in different ways, and looks different, and expresses themselves differently.
because you made the choice (you told me of the issue and what offered you your sign but you made the choice and told me; nothing magical about that) We all know now, what your conscious choice was as it did what you felt was right.you saying that my conscious knew not to send the letter. what a load of crap man! how the hell do you know what my conscious knew? honestly!
it stands to reason that if i knew not to send the letter already then i wouldn't have needed the display on my coffee table. i went out and bought special stationery and made it all pretty. i had the address written down where i was sending it. i was also sending a cassette tape with the letter. it was a recording of me singing songs when i was a child. my mom insisted that i make a copy of it to send because she didn't want to lose the original. i left the letter and stationery on my coffee table and went to walgreens right around the corner to get a blank tape. i was gone about 15 minutes. when i got home, i noticed that the page with the address on it was on the floor. i picked it up and noticed that it was morphed. i don't know any other word to describe it. i have a dog and a couple of cats and they knock stuff off of the coffee table all the time. i thought that's what had happened until i saw the paper. the edges of it looked as if it had gotten wet and then been manipulated, and then dried again. they looked puffy. i thought maybe the cat had chewed on it, but there weren't any holes or teeth marks. it wasn't wet. it wasn't discolored. i thought it was odd, but i didn't dwell on it much. put the paper back on the coffee table and went to the stereo to make the copy of the tape. when i opened my tape deck, i found a tape in it. it was surprising, because i never listen to cassette tapes. all my music is on cds. turns out it was a tape that a friend had brought over a long time ago and left in there. he liked mix tapes and would make them all the time. so i popped it back in and hit play and decided to enjoy the music for a while. i sat on the couch and was just sitting there listening. i was looking at nothing in particular, just focused on the music, but the coffee table was right in front of me. and right in front of me, i watched the paper with the address on it start to morph. from the same places that it had started while i was at the store. from either side of the paper, it looked like hands coming in towards the center, getting puffy like the paper was being manipulated. then the edges began to turn in on themselves. i watched the piece of paper wad itself up. at the same time, the stationery i used, i had left on the table in it's packaging. a cellophane type packaging. the cellophane became striated. it was shrinking. and as it shrank, the paper and envelopes were being pushed out of the open ends of each package. and i just sat there and watched. never seen a thing like that, and haven't again to this day. i was a little disappointed as i had worked a long time on the letter, and i was quite enamored with it, and amazed with it and what had transpired to create it. but i realized why i didn't need to send it. the recipient had watched me write it. probably read it over my shoulder as it was being created. *shrug*
However it's still certainly possible that there indeed is a higher intelligence.
hence why religions still existthe truth can be conveyed in many different ways and forms and still be the same truth,
and what i feel isn't all that matters, but it does matter, just like what everyone else is feeling matters, and just as much.
just a different language perhapsmy perspective, based on my experience, is as valid as anyone else's.
then equality could not existour perceptions do not have to compete with each other, and neither do our interpretations.
not really as if each knew, yellow and red make orange; just imagine how many shades of orange we could haveif everyone perceived the same things the same way, this world would be a boring place.
astronomy?do you know anything about astral projection bishadi?
after it had been shown to me that i wasn't supposed to send the letter, it occurred to me that i had been visited by spirits before.
2 of them (at the same time). i have no idea how i knew that there were 2, but i did. i knew who one of them was. he was the one that i was writing to (for). so, when i thought about it, i realized that he must be still visiting, and had witnessed the writing as it was being done. there had been times when i wrote when i felt like i might not be alone. not a strong sensation like i had felt before, but an indication of a different sort, not definite or obvious. later, i was visited often, by many.
bishadi,
i realized yesterday that i spend the vast majority of my time and energy focusing on my intentions, and very little on my perceptions, and that is a learned behavior, because as i look back, when i have focused on my perception, i have felt more fear and frustration, but when i have focused on my intention, i have felt more peace and satisfaction. and i think that stands to reason considering the fact that outside of yourself, you have much less control and access to perfect knowledge. for the most part, you can't control your circumstance, your upbringing, what you're taught, what you're exposed to, and for sure other people. you can't control nature. you can't control the world. but when you look inside, i think you have a much better chance at gaining a more perfect knowledge.
without knowing how your life exists, then god is left unknown, personally. Meaning; to know life is to understand the process equal to nature (God)you should know yourself better than anyone (except god and he is there inside).
intentions aren't always easy to identify, but if you try, you will find that you can control yourself. i think that your energy is much better spent focused on the inside than the outside and that your time is much better spent taking a good hard look in the mirror than pointing a finger at someone else. i think that if everyone focused primarily on their intentions that this world would be a much better place, but it's easier to believe lies than to be honest.