(DELUSIONS/CONCLUSIONS - Chapter 2 Cont.)

Where We Were

As for life on Earth, it all sounds fairly promising until we return to Einstein. As our phenomenal reality is to be no more than an illusion, it seems that we are creating it with our minds, with our thoughts and desires, and eventually with our resulting actions. We and we alone create realities that we regard as real.

Beauty for one is mundane for another.

Riches for some is near poverty for another.

Physical possession for one, are but fetters restricting freedom for another.

Even happiness of one is a state of boredom for some.

And so forth.

I’d suggest that the only purpose of our life in this the illusory reality of the phenomenal Earth is to practice and prepare our consciousness for extended periods we are about to spend in Devachan. After all, 1500 years might be regarded as eternity by some who choose conditions which, in higher reality of Devachan, might have no value at all.

Reenter the mystics, prophets and messiahs.

From a mundane point of view, there is one thing that sets them apart. They had the knowledge, and hence the power, to manipulate matter. Now that we know that (according to our science) all matter is energy at different rates of vibrations, and that our reality is an illusion, this ability sound a lot easier to accept.

All we need do, here and now, is to imagine what our “heaven” should be like, and act as though we could bring it about. We know that like attracts like, no matter how illusory. If you believe in happiness, the chances are much greater that you will be happy. The same goes for all other traits of character which, being a state of consciousness, is the only energy that is real. Yes, even here, on Earth.

So all we really must do, here, on Earth, in this illusory reality, is to make sure that our likes and dislikes are such as would assure our happiness for at least 1500 years. Later, in another stint on Earth, we might change our minds and reach out even higher.

I strongly suspect that Devachan is merely another state of consciousness, in which we create a reality that suits our predilections, at least for a while.

But whatever happens, whatever the truth about building one’s reality of one thing I am certain. There is no “requiescat in pace”, and that would be my version of Hell. Imagine even 1500 years of undisturbed peace without any challenges to conquer.

Not for me.

Hence, to repeat Theodore Roosevelt, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”

(TO BE CONTINUED IN A DAY OR TWO)

 

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