A view on death…22:14 May 10 2022
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Myself. My self. That’s the problem. That’s the whole problem with the whole thing. That word, “self.” Thats not the word. That’s not right, that isn’t…. How did I forget that? When did I forget that? The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons. Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside and I thought I’d despair or feel afraid, but I don’t feel any of that. None of it. Because I’m too busy. I’m too busy in the moment. Remembering… of course. I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly empty space after all, and solid matter? It’s just energy vibrating very slowly why there is no me. There never was. The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I’m no longer breathing. And I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. I was before them and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I’m returning. Just by remembering, I’m returning home. And it’s like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it’s always been a part. All things… a part. You, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone’s who’s ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach. And that’s what we’re talking about when we say “God.” The cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It’s simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I’ll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once. There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all of it.
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LORDMOGY
19:03 May 25 2022
subject1983
16:53 May 29 2022
Surrender? no
Get over? yeah better.
To first accept someone into your life, you must first be selfish. Selfish in the sense that you need to get you done first and foremost. The person you are with, they come second only to you. Now, be selfish, you want someone who can help you. You dont need a leech, you need your back watched. Your trust, must be earned, just as respect should be earn, so is trust. When those two things become earned, when they give enough energy to you to help induce you to want to be near them and walk through life with them. Then you can call it what you want. But surrendering, has a fifty fifty chance of you being damaged and or killed. In this life, you fight, you stand up, you give love only to those you have earned your love and affection. So be selfish, you deserve better.
XbluesandX
21:21 May 29 2022
Yes, I agree. Love yourself first before you love another. And yes, find someone who’ll have your back, and your best interest at heart, and someone who’s earned your trust. Then after you find that person surrender your heart to them.
Neinmortlan
01:25 Jun 22 2022
some comments read like there’s a lack of comprehension
BlueSand: your concept is perfect as written
XbluesandX
07:32 Jun 23 2022
The post was about the idea of “falling” in love Vs. surrendering to it. It wasn’t about finding someone based on selfish needs and wants, and what they can do for me, or do they have my back. 50/50 chances, and standing up and fighting. But they maybe interpret things differently.
Neinmortlan
00:48 Jun 24 2022
Falling and Surrendering can be very closely related.
Ever play the trust game where you fall and someone catches you?
I love you so much, XBlueSandX. You amaze me with your observations.
Neinmortlan
00:00 Jun 30 2022
I stand by my comment. what you wrote is perfect.