Our physical life, transient, almost ephemeral though it may be, is still the most permanent expression of becoming we shall ever experience in an individualized form. Except for heaven, of course. But heaven being perfect, must, by definition remain in a perfect stasis. Being perfect it cannot be improved upon, nor can any change occur which might, in any way whatsoever impinge on that perfection. Heaven is One. Complete. Unchangeable.
Hence, individualization. Hence you and I, and countless trillions of intelligent beings throughout the universe. Sorry, throughout the Universes. Plural?
Thus, once we descend from the ‘ever-after’ or, if you prefer, the ‘ever-before’—infinity has neither beginning nor end—we enter the realm of transiency of patterns, emotions and matter.
“Will you love me when I am old and grey?” she asked.
“Of course I’ll love you when I am old and grey,” he replied. Alas, I shall not be old and grey forever.
Yet, if we consider that our ideas are often germinated in a split second, we see the patterns which they form in hours, perhaps days, we become enamoured with them for weeks, even months, then our grey hair seems to last almost forever. Or… it sometimes feels like it—a foretaste of eternity?
Yet heaven is static.
All exists in heaven, in the unconscious, in its always perfect, potential form. When ideas descend through individualization, they are even more fleeting in transit than in realization of having achieved physical form. Yes, we last longer in our bodies then in any stage that brought us here, to our physical manifestation.
Yet, there is a paradox here.
It is due to the fact that we only achieve complete separation from our origin when we become fully manifest in our bodies. On “the way down”, our eventual individualization is still a “work in progress”. And that is why our bodies, though seemingly ‘solid’, are continually replaced with new cell structures, our emotions often last for years, our philosophies for centuries, and the ideas on which they are based seem eternal. Down here, we continue to be “work in progress”.
It’s just as well that we’re immortal. Only now, we are beginning to see, in what form. Only one of them passes the test of eternity. Make sure you identify yourself with it. There are many heavens to which we can aspire, and once we learn about them, we can actually retain aspects of individuality in some lower stages of it. Yet, believe me, even the lowest stages are quite out of this world. They are like a dream in which everything goes right. In which we are gods.
In my novel Alexander, Book Two of the Alexander Trilogy, Dr. Alec Baldwin embarks on the search for such a reality. You might want to compare it to your own attempts. You might want to share you findings with others.
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