Life is like being a child who’s lost at a carnival. We marvel at the buzzing lights and sounds around us. On the surface, it feels like the fanfare before is us is it, the real deal. We have fun for a while playing the different games, but eventually we realize there’s something plastic about this world and we feel untethered to it. The feeling of ‘being lost’ sets in – the lights and sounds now incite a panic as we search desperately to find our mother again.
This feeling of being estranged from our mother explains why the world can feel so crushing sometimes. Our inner child nature has to imitate its social norms and take on its etiquette to be able to integrate with the outside world. But deep down we realize these are all just silly carnival games.
All the world and its social classes, economic games, and political twists is only a cheap imitation of our true nature, a mutating cell in the Darwinian game of life. And focusing too much on the man-made world, our place in it and how we must conform, can distract from that larger tapestry. We miss the more colorful, subtle lessons from nature and the profound wisdom it echoes from deep inside us.
This call of the wild resonates deep in our being, out of a bigger instinct than just our individual survival. It activates something in our soul that lives beyond when we die, a purpose extending across generations, through our children, in the things we create and everything we touch.
What happens when we die?
The molecule machine stops running and the organism, which was once a symphony of autonomous response working in harmony to perform the functions of the body, begins to fall apart. The process of evolution is complete, the organism has hopefully survived long enough to create copies of itself and imprinted them with the new genetic codes for its offspring to repeat the process with more success.
Across millions of years, we see codes shift and spin as they churn to discover the ideal genetic formula of fertility! With the death of the participating host’s body, it would seem this step in the project is complete, life (the soul’s experience) is over and we check out into the ether. But as our breath leaves our body and we fade away, I wonder how much of us is left straggling behind until the last molecule rots away. Death does not mean the buzzing machine of life is stopped, but that it’s dissolving into new evolutionary paths. As the resemblance of our former figure decays into nutrients feeding the earth and new life, the process of life restarts again into a million new fragments!
This picture of life is bigger than Darwin depicted, for there are no species involved. The outward behavior of the species and the survival advantages they may offer is really the genetic code trying to ‘hack’ its surroundings to make better copies of itself. Life is not a pursuit of the species, they are the pawns in the code’s game. Even as the body decays, the code remains scrambled, but intact.
So we are essentially code
extending through this dimension and many more. At certain points in its sequence, it is properly aligned to express itself as a physical being in this dimension. But imagine that this event of entering a physical body is actually a curse.
For the physical representation of the code is only a mirror of its perfect form in the abstract, the same realm where ideas inhabit. The nature of ideas is they are pure, it is only when we try to represent them in the physical world where they become mixed up with other ideas and tainted. We suffer in these physical bodies because we are caught between two forms, our physical and our ethereal. The buddha called the root of all suffering attachment to the physical form. When we release it and let the strife of the world pass through us unaffected, our existence merges with the ethereal nature and we become an idea. We are impervious to the physical forms of suffering because we occupy a higher vibration, one that radiates outward like a sun to feed and transform the life around us into the light.
Mirroring God on Earth
How well can you color in the hues of the rainbow with a pack of colored pencils? All of the religions on earth resemble a different color of that pack, selecting certain aspects of the full spectrum to illuminate the path of enlightenment. You can see exactly which aspects by studying their disciples and what spiritual food they nourish their ethereal body with. Has it helped them surrender?
When the answer is yes, we become light, our consciousness merges with it and our aura overflows with it. Christians call this being “born again”, like the journey from a materialistic mindset to a spiritual mindset could be a physical trek from living as dull blobs of matter to consciously-infused instruments and magnifiers of the light. Instead of seeing the bland matter of reality before us, we see love and virtue, and understand the abstract ways they drive everything. As we grow into this higher realm of abstract thinking, we see the lifeforce in our own body and the growing awareness of this ethereal being tethers us to this abstract realm while we are still yet living as physical beings.
We are neither the body (psychical being) nor the idea (abstract), we are the state of its interaction. We exist only as these two forms merge, we are the phenomenon of that chemical reaction, our life is the physical experience of its synthesis. We are not a thing, like could be called a noun, we are a verb, an evolutionary process.
Every form of matter is involved in this evolutionary process, from the planetary duels of gravity down to the cultural clashes of civilizations. All “bodies” are being refined by their environment as the laws of nature weather away the undesirable, purifying the substance to graduate to higher forms – the fusion inside stars producing elements to form planets, the elements arranging themselves into complex organic molecules, organic matter weaving a mosaic of magnetic arrangement to mechanize the activities of a cell. This evolutionary process is a vector racing towards this ordered chaos.
While our heart beats and our hands move, that process is contained by the flesh but magnified by the ideas it puts into action. The body is a conduit to bring the formless vector into manifestation.
After the vehicle of our body disintegrates, the movement doesn’t stop, it just scatters. At this point are we still alive if our molecules exist but our consciousness is scattered? Ask the child mindlessly playing carnival games.
A different way to look at it is consider death like the ultimate consciousness-elevating experience you can imagine. Far surpassing the mental weightlessness we feel after meditation, and how we feel our individuality melt into awe of the universe, after death may be the ultimate mental roller coaster! There was a child in India who supposedly meditated under a tree for six years without getting up or being distracted for a moment. Truly, he’s living in another dimension, untethered by his clumsy material body and flying through the astral realm on a journey of bliss that can only be captured in our wildest imaginations.
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