Please sit down. Now take a deep breath. Ready?
Life has no meaning.
What is the meaning of a rose?
Life itself is a process of becoming—the ultimate trip—the ultimate exploration of the universe already created and the universe that, by also participating in the process of becoming, it is yet to come.
Pretty much forever.
The problems start when our ship is driven by our ego. Then unfriendly gales fill our sails, and we cry, how could He or She, let it happen? He or She didn’t. He or She has little interest in the consequences of our mistakes. He or She judges no man. Nor woman. We and we alone bear the consequences of our actions. We the minuscule nascent units of awareness emanating from the physical form our Self has created.
Nevertheless, there is no punishment. There are just consequences.
We must remember that one cannot separate the individualized unite of consciousness, the Self, from the Consciousness that is Ubiquitous. If you were a religious person, you’d say that a part of God cannot be separated from the rest of omnipresent God. It just cannot be done.
When we miss the mark, we try again. In this incarnation or the next one. Or the next. There are a lot of chances in Infinity. Just imagine visiting every piece of real estate throughout the universe. Even the universe we are used to, never mind all the others the scientists now talk about. Multiuniverse? It would take a while, wouldn’t it? And then, by the time we finished, new intergalactic clouds would collapse into new galaxies, new star systems would evolve—become shaped by angular momentum—which would acquire new planets… need I go on? And throughout all this, Life, the Process, would sustain our becoming. Our exploration.
Life has no meaning other then life itself.
Life is the process of becoming. We are the means. The idea is not new, nor is it mine. It’s been around a long time. Read Key to Immortality. You’ll see.
And this book, the “Key”, reminds me that I started this blog in an attempt to penetrate the minds of Peter & Paul, the two protagonists of my historical novel that is soon to be published. In a way, it will be a sequel to my Yeshûa, which met with modest success. It seems evident that even in those days, more than 2000 years ago, people have been preoccupied with the same problems as we are today. I wonder if today we are more advanced in our mental peregrinations then they were.