The human body, outside of this earthy world, is best described in the English language as an Androhydromorphic Biological Container Vehicle. What this means exactly is unknown to most of humanity. In basic terms, this is a class of biological structure that is water based, changeable, and in humanoid form. A biological container vehicle is a structure within a biological environment utilized to navigate a reality via consciousness. Consciousness itself is contained, or tied to, the container vehicle itself. The vehicle and the consciousness are one.
The reason this is being explained is because of the fact that in order to understand our reality, one must understand a reality from an outside perspective. In order to experience a reality, one must have a vehicle in order to navigate the environment within the said reality. The human body is one such vehicle. It is, for lack of a better description that can be understood by humanity, the androhydromorphic biological container vehicle.
We enter this world through birth of the vehicle and we leave this world through death of the vehicle, usually by damage or malfunction of some kind. This is best known to humanity as physical disease and trauma. From an outside perspective, this is known and natural, the concept of bodies as a vehicle for experience. The details of all of this has been forgotten, as it is by design for this world. If one is here in body, they are here to experience, simply put.
Knowledge of this comes from remembering. As it is that every human being is here to learn lessons, the lessons of origins and love are but a memory away. What we forgot is our eternal nature and how vast our history is outside of this world. It is mirrored in every aspect of this earth and beyond, giving us clues to who and what we truly are. Each of us has a past, present, and future, as time itself is but misunderstood. We all learn and evolve. We do and we share. We experience and we know. We live and we feel. The vehicle we are given allows all of us to do just that here. We have been doing this for a very long “time.”
Look in the mirror at yourself. See the miracle of the body you have. When you sleep at night, live your dreams, recall them when you awaken. For dreams come with gifts of other bodies as well. For dreams are but a memory of places and states of being truly possible. They are not to be feared for the reasons we all are here come with messages of hope. For love and hate are but colors across a spectrum to witness. Acceptance and rejection are but realities to experience. Look at the miracle that you are and remember. Dream a day dream of possibilities unimaginable. For truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction is just dreams of realities elsewhere. We are all the actors on a stage, awake or asleep, believing or not.
Myself, I have had many bodies. As such, that truth is yours as well. For it takes one body of experience, forgetting all others, to understand the miracle that we all truly are. For fear is but a body aging, the unknown approaching, the departure due to parameters accepted. But hope is knowing that what seems temporary, is but a roadside picnic to learn to appreciate the wild flowers that grow. For we each are like that, wild flowers having bloomed into a field that seems to be secluded and unknown. Even the seeds of wild flowers blow to new soil within loving winds. No one is the exception. No one.
Wild flowers disappear in seasons, but by a miracle, they return. None of us are any different. Be it body vehicle, or flower and stem. From whence we came, we all assuredly return once again. Different fields. Different realities. Different, but eternal all the same. What bodies have we all experienced in? Dream and know and believe.
Zoltan Blue 