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Just Imagine
Just imagine. Unlimited power. The kind of power where time and distance have no meaning for you. You can do anything, anywhere, anytime. There could be billions of entities all around. Just like yourself. And you are all bored because you have been alive for as long as you can remember. Youīve done everything you can fathom countless times. Being all-powerful was fun at first, but itīs starting to get old. You cruise the cosmos. Stopping buy different planets. Ones that are populated by humans, or human like beings. Some that are just beginning to support life. And you all watch just earth letīs say. Thereīs probably thousands of other planets like earth, but weīll just stick to earth for now.
There could be even some sort political structure to all these spirits or souls, saying you canīt interfere with whatīs going on in the universe. With the humans and other worlds like earth. You can only watch. Itīs entertainment for everyone. The most popular sport in the cosmos. Everyone is always talking about it. About whatīs taking place on earth. The universe could be just a huge soap opera for you, the all-powerful. Wouldnīt that be fun? Hell ya, but how did we build or find the universe to begin with? Well hereīs one theory I thought of the other day.
We say it all started with the big bang, right? Maybe one of us spirits or entities, or many, got together, took alot of stuff. Like matter, and maybe some anti-matter.
You know, like baking. You need the right ingredients to make it come out the way you want. And we compressed the piss out of it. So that it begins turning into something like a black hole.
But we go beyond even a black hole. We shrink the entire universe into the size of a galaxy, a solar system, a planet, a beach ball, a golf ball, a marble? It is so compressed, that the atoms themselves, the protons, everything, is just pin balling off themselves so furiously, that it takes all our strength to hold it all togather. And we keep it together,just long enough, to add the final ingredient.
It could be some sort of mathematical equation, or just a feeling of hope, a piece of ourselves, or just one of us. Maybe we donīt add anything else. We just take it to a safe spot in a spare room, a laboratory, a secret area in the desert. You know, wherever. And let it all BLOW.
There, that was fun. Letīs kick back and wait for some planets to form, select the right ones, inject a little life, or maybe we where able to program the big bang so that simple life does form on itīs own. Maybe even some complex life. While you wait, you and your friends go check out some other earths.
How could you be bored with all that power? Just because time has no meaning for you, from the perspective of humans, doesnīt mean that you donīt get bored. Your mind still senses time. Your mind is time.
So what do you, and your friends do? What everyone else is doing of course. You plug yourself into a body on earth.
Itīs all the craze you know up here in the heavens. Your not allowed to interfere what so ever in earth matters, unless you plug yourself into a body. Your born, reincarnated, whatever you want to call it.
Just think about how many times you say to yourself, if that were me I would have done or said something different. Or wouldnīt this be fun if? Well not only can you watch, you can participate.
But there is a catch, a big one, a very interesting one. You canīt remember anything when you’re born. If you could, you would not have any chance in hell at accomplishing what you set forth to do on earth. Whether itīs just to have fun, or to rule a country, invent something, or to cause war and suffering.
You always here about fate, destiny, the hand of god. Your path has been chosen? Your path has already been laid out, planned out, thought about, for maybe years, before a decision was made as to what body is going to be inhabited by who? What if this is true, and it was all done by you?
Imagine your checking out earth. You can see exactly whatīs going on. Whatīs going to happen? You see all the possibilities. Like a single thread breaking into two then four, then eight. Like a spider web constantly expanding out from one thread. One beginning.
Some suddenly stop. Some get real big and thick. Some get so tangled you get a migraine just thinking about trying to unravel it. You slowly narrow down the one which looks the most appealing to you, and you study the crap out of it for, many reason. Mainly you just want to be as sure as possible that your making the right decision. Because 20,40,60,80,100 years could easily feel like an eternity if your life sucks.
Youīre like, "Ohh damn", "that one looks good”,” look at the chances of meeting all these cool people, or look at all my friends already down there that Iīll run into. Look at all the possibilities I would give myself. A chance to do this and some of that. Maybe not only could I hang out with many of my friends and soul mates most or all of my life, I could also maybe be a millionaire, a leader, a doctor, a warlord.
New Day of writing. My own wife doesnīt recognize me or her children. Everyone around her is like, "Itīs your family", "canīt you remember". No, she canīt, and she wonīt feel comfortable with her surroundings until she falls back in love with her husband. Gets to know her kids all over again.
Her best friend tells her how close they were, but she has to discover that for herself all over again.
She has amnesia. Sheīs still just as smart, intelligent, likes the same things as before; she just canīt remember it all.
Maybe itīs kind of like that when your soul is trapped in a body. You canīt remember your life before you were born.
You’re restricted to a set definition of rules. Some of which may bend, or others may break. Just like the movie, "The Matrix".
Everybody’s been putting work into making the earth/universe. Just because you’re all powerful doesnīt mean you donīt notice time. Time is your mind awake. There is no time when you’re sleeping. Your mind is tired of playing the game. Animating your body. Shoot, even though most fun game needs to get put down after a certain while. You canīt stay awake forever.
So when your tired, and done playing nintendo for the night, youīll first save your game, and then you shut off the Nintendo. Then you go to bed and fall asleep/saving the game. Then you go into R.E.M. sleep. Shutting off the Nintendo, or brain. Thatīs why your so groggy if someone wakes you when you’re in R.E.M.
Everything is done with the speed of thought, but even that takes time. And there was probably many, many things that had to be thought of, or done, too create a working universe with planets that form, and are suitable for life, even if you get an earth like planet every 50 million cubic light years or so. Itīs still worth all the trouble. We hope.
What if we come up with a better way to make a universe? So there is an earth planet in almost every solar system. Would we maybe destroy this universe to make room for another, better one? There may be only room for one universe up in the cosmos. Or maybe that’s where alternate realities come into play.
You’ve heard things about time travel. Changing the space-time continuum, maybe destroying the universe and ourselves.
If there is just one universe, then I could definitely see something like that happening, but if there were thousands or millions of billions of other realities, some similar and some very different than our own, then if one or some collapse or explode, then it probably wouldn’t matter much. A few lives might die a little prematurely, but they’ll be reincarnated again. Or you may already bounce back and forth between other realities all the time. Especially when you sleep.
If you can slow down and speed up time. Then just a split second of time away from this body or this earth, could be a lifetime in another body in another reality. Or just another 18 hour day, and if you start to not care about one reality, or aren’t doing well in it, so you are just kind of giving up. You sleep a lot. Youīre lazy and don’t care about anything.
Scientists have proven that people, who sleep 8 hours a day, will live shorter lives than those that sleep 6 or 7 hours. That’s because, those that are sleeping less, are doing so because they’re caught up in life. There always excited, energetic, active, mentally and physically. And everyone falls in different places on this activity or participation scale.
Inventers, business people, leaders, anyone who is actively participating in life, whether it’s for good, bad, or who knows. Just actively participating in life can bring mental and physical strength to people well into the last years of their life. It’s a fact.
There may be a long line to get reincarnated. Maybe not because you can be born as anything, bird, fish, whale, tiger, panda, kuala, cat. Maybe insects and nasty stuff are souls being punished. That would be cool.
Thatīs why the life duration of different kinds of animals are not all the same. "Iīd love to be a cat". Youīve heard stuff like that before. Iīd like to be one too, but not for 80 years, maybe for like 10, If I had a good home. A bird, hell ya. But there not all too bright, and flying would probably get boring after awhile. So just a few years.
Life on earth started in the oceans. We spent millions of years creating all the fishies and plants. Swam around for a while. Explored. It was fun, especially since we hadnīt done anything else quite like it before. But swimming around started to get boring, so we needed to think of other kind of life forms. Ones that could go on land.
So we started to bang out some prototypes. Some worked, others didnīt. I bet we gave up on the perfect animal that was at home in the water and on land. So we decided to go for just some land based animals.
Dinosaurs anyone?
Ya, it was fun with the dinoīs for a while. Being all huge and roaming the warm climates of earth. But even that started to get boring after a short time. We needed an animal that was more fun, more adaptable to whether changes and environmental changes.
Mammal’s right? Right. Warm-blooded animals, with fur that can take cold whether like a champ. But oh crap! These mammals arenīt going to stand a chance against the dinoīs and critters. Or we had too many souls tied up on earth to make the mammals?
So we put the hurt, on life on earth. But you see, itīs not like we can just make animals, or anything else for that matter just appear or disappear. The universe is in a delicate balance. It took alot of time to build. If someone where to reach in and pull out a piece, it might or would fall apart, explode, implode, kill us, souls too? And we donīt want that to happen. So what can we do? We sit there, staring at earth. Smoking, drinking? Then it hits us! The idea. Then it hits earth, meteors, or maybe just one or two. Bam, almost all dinos are dead. But it was tuff doing that. We almost smashed earth. Maybe not. Maybe we had to wait millions of years to finally find and push just the right meteors to hit the earth. And damn it tore the ass out of us waiting. And we canīt speed up time because we have souls in the animals down on earth. Or maybe we do anyway to hurry things up. Ha, that would be funny, but practical.
We found the right meteors that we want to hit earth with. So the meteors hit, most dinoīs die, and the rest start to evolve.
Canīt you tell even now weīre impatient? So the mammals are all fun to think up and make. Just look at the massive variety of different species of everything. Plants included. Well we only had millions of years to think up everything. What else did we have to do?
We gave ourselves everything we would need to learn, invent, and some day explore the vary universe we created, like a huge video game. The Sims games may be a good example.
We gave ourselves the resources to do almost anything imaginable. But we;ve burned down so much rainforest that the new fuel that powers us into space, or the cure to the next plague, may be gone.
Everyone is too self-centered, selfish, power-hungry, greedy, all the sins that almost everyone has some of anyway, to some degree, to come together and find the answers to all the questions of the universe and ourselves. And that will probably never happen on earth. But it all balances out in the population anyway. Like the yin and yang.
But making even the mammals was getting boring, so we needed the ultimate mammal, one that can manipulate his surrounding alot more than any others before, and be smart, alot smarter than anything yet. Better than, the apes, and monkeys. Ya they were fun, for a while, but they still had limitations that we had to take care of. And boredom starts to set in yet again.
Oh by the way we may be doing all this in the hopes to uncover how we got to be the way we are now. All-powerful. Even if all your friends are all powerful too, so it doesnīt matter. Everyone equal. The good and the bad, cause we donīt know the difference right. That’s one of the things we are trying to figure out. Duhhh.
So another ultimate mammal needed to be evolved, or made somehow, I donīt know exactly how, get off my back. Bigger brain, opposable thumbs. Yaa, now weīre thinking. Shit why didnīt we think of this like 100 million years ago when we made those stupid ass dinosaurs. Ahhh, the frustration. We can only imagine, right.
Itīs like when Iīm playing a playstion game and I would give a toe to have the game designer right there in the living room to strangle because his game is causing me sooo much frustration.
Or if itīs a racing game, Iīll want to strangle my friend next to me with the controller cable. Imagine being all powerful, and suddenly you find yourself in a weird with so many rules like gravity, air, water, eating, pooping, surviving, socializing, etc. you would go mad if you still remembered what you could do as just a soul.
So, we cranked out some human prototypes. Let them compete to see who would be the best. And holy crap, guess who came out in top, Homo sapiens.
Whoīs the man? We are. Someone up there got props for coming up with that prototype. With just a little tweaking, the Homo Sapiens turned out to be the best of everything we ever created, relatively speaking.
I just saw this on the discovery channel the other day, just a coincidence? You’ll actually know my answer to that stuff in the nest couple pages.
And here we are. 2002. Living it up. Everyone running around with their heads cut off. Iīve told people that everyone is a crazy. And everyone usually agrees.
But when I say crazy, I sometimes mean it. There are so many people whoīs views and opinions are so diffrent and radical than my own, and the fact that many are trying to brain wash me into there way of thinking, it scares the shit out of me. There are so many people out there trying to help one another, while there own family suffers, or country.
People all caught up religion, going to church every week, thinking thereīre good, decent people, while they cheat and beat on there spouses. They, beat there children pysically, mentally, and spirtually. They just pretty much create sin and suffering on themselves and others.
On top of all that suffering they create on themselves and almost everyone else around them, they then try and restrict what others say and do in the world; people they donīt even know, what they can do with there own lives, there own bodies!
And I’ve found that it can be very frustrating to have conversations with people like the ones I’m writing about. I actually have varying degrees of frustration, because there are varying degrees of physcoīs out there.
It’s hard to even lay down your foundation for your arguments/theories before hordes of people come down on you like those Capital One credit card commercials. “What’s in you’re wallet”. Thereīre pretty funny. The commercials are funny, not the hordes of people. Thatīs just scary.
Maybe thatīs why I started to write the other day. No one can argue with you while you write. Unless thereīre really nosey. But no-one is nosey, right?
I haven’t even been arguing with myself about what I’m writing. So I must be doing something right for once. And I’m not going to discuss or argue any of these matters with anyone, if they haven’t read what I have to say first.
Not literally, but kind of. And if someone wants me to read something that he or she wrote then, no problem. They just better not have some 55-chapter novel that will tear the ass out of me from beginning to end. I donīt have time for that avoidable B.S.
If I want to smoke some pot and watch a movie, or maybe type a little, Iīll go right ahead. I take the chance that I could get caught, but I feel itīs well worth the chance. If I didnīt smoke, I would may not be such a nice, go easy, creative, and thoughtful person I feel I am.
Even if someone wants to have sex bad enough to pay for it. Hell, Iīd point him in the right direction if he asked me, and I knew where to go.
If thereīs a woman willing to help you out in your time of need, who am I to stop you. As long as itīs not out in public. Duhh.
But there are waves of people out there that feel itīs there duty to make the world a better, safer place. For everyone.
For so many, it seems like they must be thinking, ”itīs not good enough that I have my own home”; “maybe even a loving wife and kids”. “I can choose do anything I want to do in my home”, ”and on my property”. “But Iīm still not satisfied”, “because I know there are people out there doing things that I think are bad”. “Things like drugs, gambling, prostitution”.
"Are you drunk again dear". "Shut up bitch". "Iīm watching the pre-season, post-pre-season, post-game super bowl 5 show, that I taped last year from the couch with that ten year old VHS camcorder we ended up selling for a new VCR remote. Which was why I had to tape the show with the Camcorder to begin with", "because my fingers were to swollen from beating you the night before for letting the phone ring more than once while I checked out our 8 year old daughter undressing", "to press the buttons all the way in on the VCR".
That is pretty extreme. But I bet similar, slightly less destructive, scenarioīs are taking place all over the U.S. and the world all the time.
Itīs just all so easy to see, isnīt it? And Iīm not just talking about all those whacoīs in the Mideast either.
There are millions of these people right here in the U.S. They are all around us. They’re our friends, family, enemies. People who donīt even know us, or me, what so ever. They only know Iīm a number, a statistic.
They come back from church. Where else could someone come from feeling righteous enough to tell there neighbor what he or she can and canīt do.
I believe the constitution plainly states in easy to read sentences, unlike nearly all of the laws that have been written in the past 60 years, that if no one can come forward and prove that I, or another, had been hurt in some pyhsical or financial way, then I, or they, am not guilty of anything punishable by law.
Well we all know that that has gone out the window. Maybe we all, donīt know? What even more donīt realize, is that the safety line tied to the constitution, is wearing very thin.
What do you think the chances of meeting a generally good person in a crowd of people are? About fifty-fifty right? Remember the yin and yang? If you think about it itīs true. Whatīs really scary is the fact that most people are about average. You know borderline between good and bad.
Sheīs a pretty good person, but she lies alot, or steals. Ya, he’s gets into some trouble. Shopping lifting, doesnīt do home work, doesnīt listen to anyone, but heīs a pretty good kid.
So what Iīm saying is that all these borderline people have their good traits, and bad ones. If you think about it, it gets even scarier.
Weīve all seen the movies and read books about the perfect marriage or family. But behind closed doors, itīs a nightmare. Whatīs not so funny is that, this is the way it is more or less. To varying degrees of course.
Itīs happened to all of us. You think someone is a certain kind of person, and bam, he or she surprises you by doing something you never would have thought of. Sometimes for good, sometimes for bad.
Depends on whoīs opinion you get. Somebody kills someone else, and everyone around is a killer, whoīs to say itīs a bad thing. Except for people who arenīt murders. Thatīs why peopleīs view of events can be so drastically different. Everyone seeīs the same actions as everyone else, but itīs just understood, or catagorized differently in the mind.
The skeletons in the closet. The only person that really knows if you can trust someone or believe him or her is the person you’re asking to trust.
Iīve met people I thought where generally honest, decent folk, and six months later there gone and soīs half my stuff. Or you find out your friend is a compulsive liar. All these borderline people have good and bad. Youīve heard yourself say to people, heīs a good guy, but... Or Heīs a trouble maker but...
Most bad people stick together. They find each other, threw family, friends, jobs, etc. The same is true for the mainly good people and the people stuck in the middle.
We feel most comfortable with our own kind. A friend told me she read a book where the author thought red-haired people where aliens from other planets. I thought about it, and it could definitely be true to some degree. You know they say not to judge a book by its cover. But I swear you can, more often than not.
Not that I judge someone and thatīs it, heīs labeled.
You canīt help labeleling people. Itīs natural. Itīs how our brain works to remember things and helps keep our bodies alive for so long.
But you have to write the label in pencil so you can change it and add to it as time goes on. But
These in-between are tuff to judge. Actually anyone can be tuff to judge. They could be just a little good or just a little bad. Some are just a little more greedy and sneaky than others. Some are a little more respectful and honest. I swear some are just miserable and like bringing it down on others.
And then there are the ones that run into a burning building to save a baby, but goes and rapes at night. Thatīs exaggerated but you get the idea. There are all types and you never know who you’re dealing with until you get that person into the right situation that brings out there true self.
If you’re very observant you maybe able to see the signs before you make that new friend or turn one down or, you get it.
De Ju Vu
De Ju Vu- could be yourself leaving you signs that something could happen that could change your life. You feel a moment of De Ju Vu and just up the alley you could be killed. Or if you buy that lotto ticket, youīll win. If you just do something you normally wouldnīt do, you might stumble upon something amazing or terrible?
It doesnīt have to be De Ju Vu. It could be many things. A gut feeling. Instinct, six sense, we have many words for it, maybe we reviewed parts of our lives before we plug ourselves in, over and over again. Like in that Star Trek the Next Generation episode, where the Enterprise gets caught in a time loop when the crew make a big explosion. They keep re-living the same events over and over that led up the explosion, until they change their actions.
The crew starts to feel De Ju Vu after a few times. Then they end up repeating the same sequences of actions so many times that they start to catch on that something is going on. They end up finding a way to send a signal back to themselves in the next loop, to try and warn themselves to do a course of action they normally would not have done. And it only took them about six hundred loops to get out.
We already know and feel the answers around us everyday. Thereīre in our books we read, the television we watch. The conclusions our scientists and psychologists come up with all there experiments and surveys. Thereīre all little pieces of the puzzle.
Weīre looking at them everyday, but weīre not trying to see them. Or we blind ourselves to it.
Itīs very hard to take a step back and look at what is going on around you.
Itīs also even harder to take a step back and see what youīre doing. How you’re caught up in all the crap around you.
If everyone could look at themselves the way they judge everyone else around them, there would be some huge surprises for people. Some would be like; damn Iīm a piece of shit compared to the norm. Or Iīm actually a much better person than I thought.
But is being a better person than you thought you were, or just being a little better than the norm good enough for you?
Itīs like getting a 95 on a test; I did the best in the class. But did you do the best you could have? Probably not. I may have only studied for an hour. While everyone else only studied ten minutes.
Am I satisfied with myself? Did I want to just beat everyone in the class? Or did I want to actually do my best? Witch in this case could have easily been a 100.
The same could be said for the rest of your life. For example only. Letīs say when you die, your judged on your actions on earth.
Others judge you, or you judge yourself. You see that you where over-all a decent person. Not a really good person, just a little above average. How would you and others feel about that? The fact you could have been a much nicer, or happier person.
But everyone has the potential to be a great, well-liked person. We have the potential to be serial killers too, but itīs hard to go toward either end of the spectrum. Itīs not easy being a completely honest person.
The same could be said for the wife beater. I bet he doesnīt think his life is too easy. He doesnīt enjoy beating his wife. Maybe he does enjoy the moment heīs hitting her, but he knows deep down that what heīs doing is considered wrong in society. So itīs still hard for him to hit her.
Even if he wants to. Because he knows or feels that he is different from the norm. In that aspect of his life. Heīs a total piece of shit for beating his wife. Probably below the average on the good scale.
But other aspects of his life may be saint like to make up for his wife beatings. Because he isnīt a totally evil person, just a little below average so he has to make up for it by living the rest of his life being a good person.
His family and friends could say heīs one of the most honest, caring people they know. How would they know, unless they’re too nosey? But no one is too nosey right?
He doesnīt even know himself that his life is like this. Because nobody thinks about these things, right? Especially bad people? But hey, maybe bad people think about this stuff more than we think.
The few ruin it for the many. Or maybe the many ruin it for the few. It seems that nearly everyone exaggerates and lies way too much.
I feel that I am one of the most truthful people out there. To myself and to others. I love to snowboard. Been on the snow since I was 6.
Some friends and I jump off a small cliff. Like 12 feet high. Sometime in the future, youīll probably here that the cliff was 18 feet, then 25.
And you know some people exaggerate alot more than others. Some are downright compulsive liars. They know they’re lying, but so does the other person knows heīs exaggerating.
Most of the time, he just thinks it makes the story more interesting, or heīs lying for other reasons. Girls, friendship, popularity, work, power, etc. Whatīs the harm in a little exaggeration, or a little lie? Nothing in reasonable moderation.
But studies say the average person lies to them self and to others like 200 times a day. This trend of exaggeration is ruining the over-all quality of life little by little. It seems like everyone is having the time of their lives. But itīs mostly lies and charades. I donīt need to get into all this, you know what Iīm talking about, and if you donīt, you may be severely diluting yourself. What are the chances!
Youīve said this and have heard it many times. Well I think technically, the chances for all these coincidences, chance meetings, being in the right place at the right time, is all nearly impossible. The only way itīs possible is the fact that the universe is in chaos. If animals, especially humans didnīt exist, then everything would happen by the numbers. Like tossing a coin. Itīs always going to be 50/50.
But throw in some chaos, like humans; they might not even throw the coin. They might use a fake coin. We can make decisions, and even change those decisions at almost anytime.
No one can control most of the decisions we make.
There is know predicting what is going to happen in the future, you can only theorize who will make what decisions when. But when your reviewing your possible new life, you do, do this. Check out all the possibilities. Choose which life that appeals most to you. Go to certain times in that life where important decisions need to be made.
If you know yourself very well, youīll know what decisions youīll probably or hopefully make. But there are probably so many such instances in your life, you just go into the most important, and try to drive that scenario into your mind so much, that even though you canīt remember anything in life from before you where born.
You still get a gut instinct or six-sense when you do find yourself in that very situation on earth. If you predicted your life well that is. You carry over the feelings you had at the time of viewing that moment as just a spirit. So you get that gut instinct when those situations arise in life.
Some may never come about for you to decide on, because you can’t accurately predict every decision everyone will make, no matter how powerful you are, even if someone else made all of us. That entity or person can’t predict what I’m going to do next, it can only predict. So take that god. He may not even know what I’m thinking unless I say it, or write it down.
Thatīs why itīs important to trust your instincts, but you have to be in touch with them to use your instincts correctly. Or you may blow it. You could have twice as many close friends if you would have gone on that trip, or done something just a little different. Or vice-versa. You could constantly be screwing yourself over and others again and again. Does any of this sound familiar?
I wondered one day, what would the exact moment be when someone makes a decision on something? Kids wait for there parents to be in a good mood before they ask their parents a favor. What is the exact moment that takes place when someone changes there mind from yes to no, what exactly takes place in the brain?
Astrology:
Astrology is probably a very exact science up in the heavens, and even down here on earth. It separates all us spirits into categories. Our perfect matches are out there. There are even people that can help you find these people by matching up your numbers with someone elseīs.
I read an astrology book once. Well, some of it. It gave like 10 pages of information per sign. It told you all about yourself just from your birth date.
I really felt that my sign, a Pisces, is dead on. I read a couple other ones, and they didnīt come anywhere near as close to describing me as my own sign had. Another example of the answers being all around us.
People who just feel the need. Like a serial killer, picking names from phone books. Wouldnīt it be funny if the soul had made it his or her mission in this life to kill anotherīs body, or just fuck his life up?
He thought of everything he could to make his wife on earth miserable for 65 solid years. Whaaaa, would she be pissed when they met back up in the heavens. The battles can go on for multiple lives.
Like feuding families over several generations still hate each other.
But it would definitely suck if they got the wrong person. How would he or she know? You just have this un-satisfyable urge to make your spouse miserable, or friend, or whatever.
And you’ll find out if you may have accidentally pissed of the wrong person most of there life. Who then may make it his or her next lifeīs mission to ruin yours? I love thinking about this stuff.
So while weīre still in this frame of mind. Wouldnīt life on earth have a little less value?
Now donīt over think this one. Iīm throwing this out there just to think about some time.
If weīre so much more than just our bodies. Killing someone would be like going over to your friend playing Nintendo and turning it off on him. Heīd be pretty pissed. Especially if you didnīt have a good reason to tell him.
Iīve seen fights break out over similar incidents. Now he might get you back some day. Because you canīt physically hurt another soul. Weīre not physical to begin with.
So theoretically you could try and plan your life to end after you accomplished what you had set out to do. Whether it’s to just have fun.
Fun=long life.
Or maybe to save someone, a family, a community, a country, earth. That could = a short life, if you think you could accomplish it when your like 35 years old.
You’ve seen so many movies where the hero dies at the end, just after he’s saves the day. It can be so sad. But if any of this is true, then it wouldn’t be sad at all, but the most glorious, sought after accomplishment in the cosmos, it would bring respect, power, wisdom. I don’t know for sure. Yet.
Thatīs why relationships are so important. Mental connections with others. Because all you bring with you when you die are your memories. The most precious thing in the universe. Or knowledge. Or both.
There maybe a battle going in the cosmos, and that battle could also be taking place here on earth. Maybe a super power out there wants to see whatīs up with itīs self, and made these billions of souls to do every possible act of everything to see if one came out on top? Like maybe good or evil? Maybe to figure out what really matter in the universe? About itself?
We already know and feel the answers around everyday. Itīs there in our books we read, the television we watch. All the studies that scientists perform. Everything points to this conclusion of how life probably is.
Weīre the kings of bioengineering. But when humans invented the computers, it may have taken us by surprise. Or maybe not. But we geared the human brain to work with quantum mechanics anyway.
Because everyone knows thatīs the fastest connection to a human body out there. Duhh. Who would want a slow connection to a body? Itīs clumsy enough as it is. Kind of like the Internet.
Everyone thinks they can do better than whatīs already being done or accomplished.
"They’re taking forever down there on earth to invent toilet paper". "If one of you dumb Asses could just remember to invent toilet paper when your down they’re wasting your time doing whatever the hell youīre doing". (You guys as in maybe your friends) The world would be sooo much better.
Maybe one dude was thinking even bigger than toilet paper, and went down to try and create less suffering in the world. His name could be, uhhh, letīs say Jesus. Ya, that sounds right. He went down to show people, do unto others as you would have done to you.
But it was too little too late. There was already so much hatred, suffering, greed, that he was killed, and most people who werenīt killed twisted his words around and or miss-took there meaning. Hypocritical pieces of shiiiuhhhhh, donīt get me started. But Jesus still did what few have ever done. Made a lasting impression on earth and its people.
People donīt view their own actions the same way other people around view them.
The compulsive liar doesnīt think heīs a liar. Or that his lies really affect the people around him or her in a negative way. Quite the contrary. He or she probably thinks there lying is just making things, life more interesting. For himself, and maybe for the people around him.
If he knew that his constant lying is keeping him from having close friends and relationships, he or she wouldnīt lie as much if at all.
Or maybe they just donīt really give a crap. They could be lying for friendship, better job, girlfriend, money, power, etc....
Itīs this way for almost, if not everyone. Everyone thinks that he or she is right, to some degree. Thatīs why it can be so hard to have civilized talks and debates with people. People’s opinions collide. Worlds collide, as Kramer would say on Seinfield. And then all hell can and does break loose.
Great entertainment for the audiences watching out there. Misery on Earth.
Do you question yourself when you do something nice for someone? Not usually. You just do it because thatīs who you are. Who’s going to tell you different?
Well actually lots of people and organizations will try. Sometimes they will even disguise themselves as something or someone else. Same goes for the bad people. They donīt question themselves when they do something good people would think is wrong or bad. They might rationalize it to themselves. But everyone rationalizes almost, if not, everything, around and in them. They probably even know what there doing is wrong.
Life is a constant test. Babyhood, childhood, school, adulthood. How can you go threw all this and not get a good idea of what is right and wrong. What the norm is.
Some try and claim they do. "I was beaten when I was a kid". Or, "I was picked on in school because I was fat".
I was picked on because I was so damn skinny. I didnīt know the difference between my older sisterīs pants and mine. And Sheīs still 5ī 9īī, 123lbs. Soaking wet, with two kids and one on the way.
Everyone could have an excuse for doing what they did. It might not be a good enough reason for everyone, but as long as theyīre satisfied with it it seems to be ok. People will try knowingly or unknowingly to get away with anything.
He claims insanity your honor. And the judge is like," case dismissed". "Why just this morning someone cut me off in traffic"." I was so pissed I dragged her out of the car and beat that bitch down"."Ya"," Maybe sheīll be more careful next time she tries a move like that"." Haaa haaa haaaaaa".
"But I just lost control of my feeling and emotions for a few minutes"." It only happens like once a year, month, day"." So itīs allowable". "I was insane".
"I was insane." How on earth, could these three little words be interpreted so badly by our society, and especially our judicial system.
If someone was insane enough to do something terrible to someone or many. To have someone completely forget years of the most intense conditioning any human has ever know. Even for a split second. Is in-excusable, for any reason.
Unless itīs for self-defense, or someone elseīs self-defense.
But Iīm sure someone will try and twist these and many other words of mine around. Rearange them until they look good for him or her, or they.
If you look deep enough inside yourself. Youīll see all the answers of why you do, what you do.
But this is again, very hard for most. Most people donīt want to realize that there tittering between being a piece of crap and ok person. So theyīll only look so deep. Until there satisfied with what theyīve found. And go with that. Smiling.
You canīt force people to change or see things they donīt want to see. And there will always be people out there who will keep on trying. Forever.
I swear there are people who have nothing better to do than stick their nose in other peopleīs relationships, families, politics, business, and create such suffering while they crusade off to help, convert, save, and modernize. Even if the ones theyīre trying to helping donīt want it. Sometimes it almost seems like especially if they donīt want it.
Itīs almost easy to pick apart someoneīs personality. Especially if you have known them for any length of time.’
"Pick them apart like cotton candy at the carnival,” you think.
But to do it too yourself. Good luck.
Not that Iīm trying to discourage anyone from trying. I am constantly trying to look deeper inside myself, my soul, to see or feel whatīs really down there. People are so scared of not only almost everything around them, but almost everything inside them too.
What would be the chances of seeing the Oprah show when that guy was on talking about his new movie" Following Columbine" or something.
I mean I never watch Oprah. And it just happened that when my roommate was done playing Play station and had to go to work. He shut off the T.V. and was about to walk out the door, when Iīm like," donīt leave me staring at a blanc screen".
Who wants to stare at a box that doesnīt have color moving on the screen? I might as well just stare into space and waste my life.
So he threw on the cable and Bam, there I am six minutes into Oprah.
And as I was in the midst of finding something else on, Sorry Ope, just a baaad habit, the guy on the show must have said some key words, because I started to pay attention. Iīm very glad I watched it, because I love stuff like that.
My father taught me to basically question everything around me, from government and society, to the universe.
One time when I was like 8. He said if I read this huge 3,000 page encyclopedia. I would be smarter than most people would ever hope to be.
And I swear he meant it. I wish now I would have. It wasnīt like didnīt have the time. We are constantly holding our children back. Usually unknowingly, and for many reasons. To protect them maybe.
From what?
Mayabe from all the horror out in the world. Donīt stress about it people. Your children are seeing so much hippocritical, scary, un-scensored, real life horror, anyway. Right in there own home anyway. That they will probably turn out just as messed up like you.
Everyone puts on Tom Cruise Quality performances everyday. If you think children donīt see it. Your sadly mistaken.
Life father, like son.
And Iīm not talking about the televsion, radio, books, newspapers, and magazines, that to no law requires to be in a home. I wouldnīt be surprised if that were to change either.
Yet people try, and somehow succeed, to regulate and sensor all of it. So we donīt consider people to be adults until there 18 years old. I know 10 year olds that no right from wrong just as well as any average 18 year old. Respectively speaking.
That could be one reason why I kind of distrust psychiatrists and anyone else who is trying to help other people way too much. Especially if they make a habit or carrear out of helping others.
Whoīs to say that they arenīt all messed up on the inside? Or there opinions are totally different than your own.
But I guess sometimes that wouldnīt matter if they were good listeners and or you feel that they are helping you.
So alot of people either donīt think about things like this, or they donīt care.
If I was an in-betweener in the good/bad scale. I wouldnīt want to know that. I would lie to myself and to everyone around me to blend in and make myself feel as good about myself as possible. I may even find myself at church every Sunday, and watch the petafile priest do his sermon.
Personally, I donīt believe in going to church. To try and be forgiven! By who? God! Jesus!
No.
By yourself and by those you have wronged. Duhhh. Sorry I donīt mean to be mean. Just keeping things humorous thatīs all.
All the good, bad, and borderliners, feel most comfortable around similar souls. They can blend in with others not like them well. Sometimes very well.
Youīve seen the movies where the psycho seems totally normal. And the nicest person turns out to be the meanest looking guy out there.
Thereīs never any excuse to lose control of your emotions, and hurt any body in any way. Whether itīs immediate action, or action taken sometime in the future.
If all thatīs hurt are your feelings. Well, tuff titties. Feelings cannot helped but be hurt. No matter how hard anyone tries.
Relationships end, friends move, school ends, people die, etc. Itīs all fine as long as itīs accidental or unavoidable. Must be done, or said to continue on with your own way of life.
And not to leave others in the dark when the situation concerns them. Just to spare their feelings. Bull shit.
You are just sparing yourself and your own feelings. Youīll probably end up doing more harm than good by giving them false hopes and feelings of what could lie ahead in the future.
Itīs easy not telling someone something they donīt want to here. Unexpected actions and events might ensue soon after if someone here’s something they don’t want to hear.
Good physical reflexes can sometimes really help in these situations.
Inactivity is something everyone can be a pro at in no time. Anyone can kick back and not care about others. And at the same time not caring about yourself.
Even the most selfish person doesnīt really care about themselves, or their friends and family. Because if they did, they wouldnīt lie, steal, cheat, and beat one another to get what they most want in life. Money, power, etc.
People lie, steal, cheat and beat others relentlessly for sometimes just pennies. Businesses are great examples of greed. I thinking right now for example, car mechanics, repair garages. Lawyers, insurance salesman and companies.
You can run an honest business and still make a great profit. If you do it right.
But this would be a hard thing to do for dis-honest people. Especially if the dishonest people get into some sort of business. With all the temptation to just suck as much money as possible out of your business.
Its a wonder things arenīt even worse than they are.
Like, paying employees minimum, even if you think they might deserve a little more. Minimum wage is the slave wage. Think about it. It might go something like this.
"Ya"," Iīm making a little over slave wage". "So". Iīm making triple slave wage". " Triple slave wage, get the hell out of here". "How on earth are you making triple slave wage"? " The gods must be with me for this life”,” Or this week".
Charging customers the highest possible fee for everything, sometimes lying and or exaggerating things to customers, to scare them into a sale. Doing everything one could think of and not getting caught. And of course some are much more daring than others.
Just check out Caught on Tape 9 or Real TV, or stuff like that. Itīs funny and scary all at the same time. Iīm telling you, it must be a blast looking down on earth and watching all the chaos and soap opera like situations happening every second of every day. And then after watching a little youīll want to jump right back in and do it all over again.
"I donīt know why I donīt like him or her"." I just donīt"." Thereīs something about him"." I just get this feeling". Sound familiar. Of course. Youīve probably said this many times. Or thought it. You might get this feeling because before you were born, you had seen that that person was going to screw you over, or worse. So you still carry that feeling inside of you, when you eventually do meet that person.
Technology could advance so much faster if money, greed, didnīt exist, as we know it today. Huge corporations and banks, right down to the small businesses. Almost everyone doing any and all to make every possible penny, every scrap of power. Whatever they can get away with goes.
Just look at all the corporation scandals being discovered. The key word here being discovered. Just imagine how many others are practicing similar business tactics.
Well nearly everyone to some degree. Thatīs business right. No.
The difference is normal business, honest business, and the inbetweeners again.
People talk about business, and politics for that matter, like itīs some sort of entity.
Itīs not. It could be viewed that way. But Itīs all just made up of us.
People. Dads, teachers, neighbors, politicians, lawyers, insurance people, warlords, etc....
Like business is business and then thereīs personal or spiritual stuff. It all should be as one. That crap about is just an excuse to lie, steal, cheat, and beat people into submission.
For example.
Joeīs a total piece of crap, who only cares about money, and power between the hours of 8-4:30. Mon-Fri. But any other time, Joe is a pretty honest, caring person. He even goes to church with his family every Sunday!
Not everyone is that extreme like Joe. But just think about this.
Do you want to trust your car, kids, finances, life, to someone who is just kind of honest. Kind of not. Someone right in the middle of the good/bad scale. The average. What most people are.
Even if they donīt want to think about it, itīs true. Everyone has there own special skills and methods. And these differ so greatly that, that we are all unique and the same or similar, all at the same time.
We are slowly preventing people from making there own decisions. People who are sick and dying canīt even have certain drugs and surgeries because either our government hasn’t approved them yet. Even though there could be thousands of other people in other countries using them with success.
If someone says smoking pot makes them feel better. Who the hell am I to tell him or her different? People are constantly trying to stop others from doing what they want to do with there own damn lives. Even though what they may be doing is not physically, hurting others.
Some of course, even many, will beg to differ. Will even try to brain wash or kill for there beliefs. I wonder if any insurance companies, or drug manufacturing companys out there would like to step up to that one.
Money, greed, just creates human suffering. Actually only humans create such suffering among themselves. If you can rationalize it, or blame it on someone or something else. Well shoot, people donīt seem to mind creating a little suffering for there own best interests. Iīm just looking out for myself, my family, my community, country, everyone one earth. Thatīs not selfish.
Ya, buddy, whatever you have to tell yourself to get by in life. Oooooo. People arenīt going to like that. Well tuff titties. Everyone has it tuff in life. Tough birth, tough childhood, tough school life, tough adolescence, tough young adult-hood. Then thereīs that mid-life crisis I here about. Whatīs up with that? Then you get old and die.
Everyone has got a super sob story. And whoīs to say one is more sad, or terrible than another. What matters is what kind of person those experiences turn you into.
Ohh, Jessie was beaten and raped by her father when she was younger. So that gives her the right to smack her child around a few times a week.
Ya, Ok. Iīll believe that one. Like I believe the pleas of insanity by criminals. Even spoiled brats think they have it tough. Try explaining to Jimmy why he canīt have 200$ a week allowance anymore.
Iīm content enough with the way things are that Iīm not going to go out and try and change whatīs going on around me. At least not too much. Things could actually get a little worse in society as a whole before I would start to really freak out. But thatīs just me.
If youīre living a comfortable, satisfying life, which few are, you donīt feel the need to change the people and way of life around you. You do what you believe in.
If you see people doing things you donīt approve of, you acknowledge it, but let it go with little or no action taken. You may discuss it among friends and family. And thereīs definitely nothing wrong with that. But how much action or talking does one have to make, to cross that line of just voicing an opinion, and pushing or forcing your opinions onto others.
Because as long as no one out there is harming you in some drastic way, you have absolutely nothing to do or say about it. You can voice your opinions all you want, until your voice goes dwindles to a hoarse whisper, your lips crack, ears split.
Itīs your god given, self-given right to do so. Opinions and beliefs are not even close to strong enough reasons for putting people in jail. They are not reasons to physically harm or even hamper someone elseīs way of life by even a smidgen.
But they do, every second of everyday. Why?
Money? Power? Greed?
And so many wonder why kids are shooting other kids in schools. Why they canīt find an honest mechanic, doctor, insurance salesman, politician, lawyer, leader. And why there is such misery,mis-direction and suffering in the world. Why generation after generation only changes little, if at all.
My name is Matthew Gibson. Iīm 23 years old. Have yet to go to college, and these are some of the answers I have come up with, to help me deal with life, as I know it.
Additional thoughts:
Earth could be the only one like itself. As in with humans on it. Or life as we know it. It could be the first that we have created. There has to be a first one. Right?
The universe is as big or as small as you want to make it.
Letīs say you find yourself in one part of the universe. And youīre small, like us humans. Youīre modes of transportation are limited to anything less than the speed of light.
Well, youīre bummed out if you want to get somewhere far away. Unless time has no meaning for you, then you could just plod along threw space, taking forever, just like those sunday drivers.
Size can also hasve no meaning, like time and disntance.
Wouldnīt the universe have been in some sort of containement field before it exploded. So we could take our time adding just the right amount of everything?
Now introducing the strongest elcto-magnetic hollowed out sphere ever thought of, literally. Strong enough to hold a pre-born universe thatīs wants out of itīs prison. Just add matter, anti-matter, a tear drop, shake vigorously, and open. Whaalla, instant expanding playground of fun and possibilities. The universe could still be in this sphere. Holding it all togather.
Maybe we donīt know the difference between good and evil. Thatīs why everything hangs in balance. Like Yin and Yang.
If we can see the future, before we plug in, then no body really invents or finds anything. It was there ready to be discovered to begin with. Like Columbus discovering America, I bet that wasnīt new information to the Indians.
If we could somehow pinch the universe like a jello cube. Pinch togather where we are, to a distant planet, make a small side-step, and then release. We could go any-where without the time factor getting in the way. Just donīt tear the jello.
I feel maybe some others. Scientists, philosophers, psychiatrists, Authors, activists. May usually have the right idea. Or a piece of the puzzle right. But something is still stopping them from seeing the whole picture. The whole truth.
They may be too focused on one specific subject or angle of view, that they miss or walk over other truths on there way to thereīs.
I believe peoples past experiences, especially in childhood, may over-motivate people, blinding them to their previous beliefs, Or strengthen current ones. This, of course, can be good and bad.
I started writing all of this about 10 days ago. Since then, I have been getting more ideas, dreams, visions, of so many different things, that Iīve been sleeping less and less. I donīt know what to make of it all just yet.
Come up with some of your own reasons why this, and everything else in the world is the way it is. And maybe someday you and I will talk about all this over a cup of coffee and Kalua.
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