Agmac
10-03-2007, 09:01 PM
Hello....
Are you there?
You...are YOU there?
what ARE you? How ARE you?
Does having the ability to know that you exist mean that you are
More or better than anything else?
You think, so does your pet, so do rodents, so do birds, so do
the bee's, spiders, flys, ants, ticks, aphids, ect...
Are you really alive? Does alive mean you can think? Do you
'think' that when your body dies, you stop 'thinking'?
We know that does not happen, from people who have died..and
have been ressurected.. who have been considered technically
dead...and then have been brought back... those people continue
to think... to exist.. right?
Or is our mind playing tricks on us...
But what a miniute... Energy may be transformed from one form to
another, but IT IS NEVER CREATED OR DESTROYED...
Energy continues... in one form or another... our bodies, all
bodies require this to 'live'... our existense..is based in
energy...its the root.. it's where we all come from... without
there is nothing... which nothing is impossible...
Is it logical..can you agree with this?
We are discovering day by day, that very little energy is
actually needed to run things... how much energy is truly
needed to be concious? The core is unnafected..
There are alot of mutations in creation.
What if the energy instilled in us is constant... but the fact
that mutations happen physically, curve the end result.
How old are YOU really?
Does time as we know it, not really matter? Energy is not
created, it is/has always been there... it cannot be
destroyed... it will always be.
This is the premise of my thoughts... This is a story of all of
us.. This is the story of Life.
--------------
Bob is awakened from a deep sleep laying on the couch, by one of
his girls licking his face.. she wants to be let out.
Bob lives with his wife, Erin, and his two daughters.... Summer
and Charolette. They mean everything to him.
Bob works from home. Bob is a graphic artist and an aspiring
web programmer.
Bob, like many other males in thier mid 30's, is overweight, and
hasnt'visited the docter in many years.
Bob's chances of long life is not that great. But that does not
worry Bob. For Bob is happy, lives as happily as he can. He
avoids getting upset as much as possible, and tries to make his
life and the ones he loves as happy as possible.
You see, Bob, has realized that there is really no need to be
upset. Yeah he has problems, money, health, work, ect. But the
time he would be spending worring about those things, he would
rather be sitting back, enjoing a brusky, while watching the
game, or spending time with his wife, going out or playing with
his two girls.. Bob is happy.
Bob is a thinker and spends alot of time thinking things
through. One day, back when Bob was in his mid 20's... He woke
up, and had this realization. Who knows what sparked it... But
nevertheless, he realized it. And since that day, Bob has been
happy.
Realized exactly what you might be asking yourself? He realized
'IT'... It is just not that important. It is just not worth
the time and effort to worry about It... It is your time to
enjoy and be happy. Do what you must, but be happy. Don't like
it, change it. but be happy.
Some people hate the fact that Bob is happy, but others admire
it.
"It's not hard to be happy, its harder to be unhappy", Bob says.
Bob's realization has help Bob understand other things aswell.
Somehow being happy has allowed bob the time to think about what
really drives us, what happens to us when we 'die'...
Is that not the ultimate question? Is that not the driving
force for most of all the unhappiness out there?
Bob has a theory... which one day, one day very soon, he will
soon discover the truth.
--------
The day is, November 10th, 2010
The day starts out like any other day, Bob gets up, and starts
working on his web sites, or graphics whatever he does. Wife is
still sleeping as she does not have to go to work until much
later in the afternoon, and as usual, Bob lets his two girls out
for their morning potty issues.
As Bob sit at his desk contemplating the next step in the
development of the website he is diligently working on...
Everything goes black...
Bob senses the blackness... he is not worried, he is curious.
He is wondering what the heck is going on...who shut out the
lights?
As Bob starts his analitical mind working, to try to figure out
what is happening, he realizes that he cannot physically feel
himself. That realization feels strangly familiar to Bob.. As
Bob has always been a dreamer, and in his dreams he has been in
this place before.
Bob could faintly hear noises. Like outside noises, one would
hear if they were sitting in a park somewhere with their eyes
closed, napping.
'Hmm...' Bob says to himself. "I wonder where that is coming
from"... As he contemplates this... Bob is starts not to feel
like Bob anymore...but more like a mixture of Bob...
A Mixture of Bob and many, many, many other things.. Other
forms of Bob? Other people.. People, he knows somehow...People
in his life, People he can faintly remember and People He has
never seen, but yet, he is intimatly familiar with...
What is happening is happening very fast, incredibly fast...
more like instantly... Time does not seem to be here.. It
seems to Bob that all is one... all is together... Everything
is one. Everything is connected. The Past, present and future
is all one. The knowledge of this is a bit overwhelming.. But
yet comforting at the same time.
There is an essence... a difference that is distinguishable
among all the forces being consumed by Bob, but at the same time
there is a similarity amongst them. Bob is encountering his
true self. The source.
What now seems like an eternity, Bob can sense movement. A
drawing to a center source. A gatheriing of sorts...
As the energy or force is being consumed by Bob's essence...
the faster the sense of movement becomes apparent to Bob.. He
is traveling.
The feeling is like two magnets drawing closer to eachother...
the closer they get to eachother the stronger the pull...And Bob
is getting closer...
But Bob, being the 'thinker' that he is...wants to enjoy the
moment. Joy is the operative word. As Bob is also realizing
that, whatever is happening to him... has happened to him many,
many times...and Bob wants to let is all sink in.....
By doing this, Bob realizes, that he can focus in on any one
particular thought... and play it back, much like he has always
done in his dreams. But Bob also realizes that these playbacks
are just as real as they were when originally taped. The fears,
the chills, the excitments, the short of breath, the shocking
pain, the overwhelmness of sadness... As this is extremely
interesting to Bob, it is also a delay, he feels of reaching the
source...
It is as if, stopping to smell the roses, is not really Bob's
ultimate intention... It seems that he has smelt the roses, and
it is time to move on...and smell new and different type of
roses..
As Bob continues his path to the source, he can see other forms
of energy on the same path... these forms are similar to his,
and also very familiar to him..... The understanding of these
other forms of energy are not apparent to him as of yet.. They
are like streaks of lights traveling incredibly fast in space..
Some moving faster than others, and others moving at the exact
same speed as yours. Its all very fascinating, and also very
familiar..
to be continued...
Thanks for reading. Any comments are welcomed.
Are you there?
You...are YOU there?
what ARE you? How ARE you?
Does having the ability to know that you exist mean that you are
More or better than anything else?
You think, so does your pet, so do rodents, so do birds, so do
the bee's, spiders, flys, ants, ticks, aphids, ect...
Are you really alive? Does alive mean you can think? Do you
'think' that when your body dies, you stop 'thinking'?
We know that does not happen, from people who have died..and
have been ressurected.. who have been considered technically
dead...and then have been brought back... those people continue
to think... to exist.. right?
Or is our mind playing tricks on us...
But what a miniute... Energy may be transformed from one form to
another, but IT IS NEVER CREATED OR DESTROYED...
Energy continues... in one form or another... our bodies, all
bodies require this to 'live'... our existense..is based in
energy...its the root.. it's where we all come from... without
there is nothing... which nothing is impossible...
Is it logical..can you agree with this?
We are discovering day by day, that very little energy is
actually needed to run things... how much energy is truly
needed to be concious? The core is unnafected..
There are alot of mutations in creation.
What if the energy instilled in us is constant... but the fact
that mutations happen physically, curve the end result.
How old are YOU really?
Does time as we know it, not really matter? Energy is not
created, it is/has always been there... it cannot be
destroyed... it will always be.
This is the premise of my thoughts... This is a story of all of
us.. This is the story of Life.
--------------
Bob is awakened from a deep sleep laying on the couch, by one of
his girls licking his face.. she wants to be let out.
Bob lives with his wife, Erin, and his two daughters.... Summer
and Charolette. They mean everything to him.
Bob works from home. Bob is a graphic artist and an aspiring
web programmer.
Bob, like many other males in thier mid 30's, is overweight, and
hasnt'visited the docter in many years.
Bob's chances of long life is not that great. But that does not
worry Bob. For Bob is happy, lives as happily as he can. He
avoids getting upset as much as possible, and tries to make his
life and the ones he loves as happy as possible.
You see, Bob, has realized that there is really no need to be
upset. Yeah he has problems, money, health, work, ect. But the
time he would be spending worring about those things, he would
rather be sitting back, enjoing a brusky, while watching the
game, or spending time with his wife, going out or playing with
his two girls.. Bob is happy.
Bob is a thinker and spends alot of time thinking things
through. One day, back when Bob was in his mid 20's... He woke
up, and had this realization. Who knows what sparked it... But
nevertheless, he realized it. And since that day, Bob has been
happy.
Realized exactly what you might be asking yourself? He realized
'IT'... It is just not that important. It is just not worth
the time and effort to worry about It... It is your time to
enjoy and be happy. Do what you must, but be happy. Don't like
it, change it. but be happy.
Some people hate the fact that Bob is happy, but others admire
it.
"It's not hard to be happy, its harder to be unhappy", Bob says.
Bob's realization has help Bob understand other things aswell.
Somehow being happy has allowed bob the time to think about what
really drives us, what happens to us when we 'die'...
Is that not the ultimate question? Is that not the driving
force for most of all the unhappiness out there?
Bob has a theory... which one day, one day very soon, he will
soon discover the truth.
--------
The day is, November 10th, 2010
The day starts out like any other day, Bob gets up, and starts
working on his web sites, or graphics whatever he does. Wife is
still sleeping as she does not have to go to work until much
later in the afternoon, and as usual, Bob lets his two girls out
for their morning potty issues.
As Bob sit at his desk contemplating the next step in the
development of the website he is diligently working on...
Everything goes black...
Bob senses the blackness... he is not worried, he is curious.
He is wondering what the heck is going on...who shut out the
lights?
As Bob starts his analitical mind working, to try to figure out
what is happening, he realizes that he cannot physically feel
himself. That realization feels strangly familiar to Bob.. As
Bob has always been a dreamer, and in his dreams he has been in
this place before.
Bob could faintly hear noises. Like outside noises, one would
hear if they were sitting in a park somewhere with their eyes
closed, napping.
'Hmm...' Bob says to himself. "I wonder where that is coming
from"... As he contemplates this... Bob is starts not to feel
like Bob anymore...but more like a mixture of Bob...
A Mixture of Bob and many, many, many other things.. Other
forms of Bob? Other people.. People, he knows somehow...People
in his life, People he can faintly remember and People He has
never seen, but yet, he is intimatly familiar with...
What is happening is happening very fast, incredibly fast...
more like instantly... Time does not seem to be here.. It
seems to Bob that all is one... all is together... Everything
is one. Everything is connected. The Past, present and future
is all one. The knowledge of this is a bit overwhelming.. But
yet comforting at the same time.
There is an essence... a difference that is distinguishable
among all the forces being consumed by Bob, but at the same time
there is a similarity amongst them. Bob is encountering his
true self. The source.
What now seems like an eternity, Bob can sense movement. A
drawing to a center source. A gatheriing of sorts...
As the energy or force is being consumed by Bob's essence...
the faster the sense of movement becomes apparent to Bob.. He
is traveling.
The feeling is like two magnets drawing closer to eachother...
the closer they get to eachother the stronger the pull...And Bob
is getting closer...
But Bob, being the 'thinker' that he is...wants to enjoy the
moment. Joy is the operative word. As Bob is also realizing
that, whatever is happening to him... has happened to him many,
many times...and Bob wants to let is all sink in.....
By doing this, Bob realizes, that he can focus in on any one
particular thought... and play it back, much like he has always
done in his dreams. But Bob also realizes that these playbacks
are just as real as they were when originally taped. The fears,
the chills, the excitments, the short of breath, the shocking
pain, the overwhelmness of sadness... As this is extremely
interesting to Bob, it is also a delay, he feels of reaching the
source...
It is as if, stopping to smell the roses, is not really Bob's
ultimate intention... It seems that he has smelt the roses, and
it is time to move on...and smell new and different type of
roses..
As Bob continues his path to the source, he can see other forms
of energy on the same path... these forms are similar to his,
and also very familiar to him..... The understanding of these
other forms of energy are not apparent to him as of yet.. They
are like streaks of lights traveling incredibly fast in space..
Some moving faster than others, and others moving at the exact
same speed as yours. Its all very fascinating, and also very
familiar..
to be continued...
Thanks for reading. Any comments are welcomed.