So, as it is on the Earth today, with it’s hierarchical structure at every point of being in our lives, we may wonder, who was I? What am I to be? What have you not been? Where have you not gone? Have you been to Alaska, Antarctica, or dove in the depths of the ocean? Have you been to Sirius, the Pleiades, or to Orion? How about dimensions of reality unrealized? Do you have any memories or imaginings of such places?
Are you a human? Are you Asian, Caucasian, African, European, Scandinavian, Native American, or Indian? Do you see the variety in humans today? Do you see the variety of life on this planet? There are spiders, birds, plants, rocks, mammals, amphibians, ants. There is countless forms of life all around us. Why do they reside here? The variety is vast. The results of aeons of evolution shows its results to us today. We are all the wiser now. We know much.
But what does it all mean, this plethora of mixture of life on this one isolated planet? Are we alone here on Earth? The questions still stand today. What is it? What is the answer? Many have given their own explanations via their intuitions and imaginings. What a wondrous thing! Where did all that surround us come from? How? Who is responsible? If we are a we, is there a we that made all this be? Why is it that we come in birth and we leave in death? Who created the birthing process and the myriad of forms of reproduction? Who created the bodily mechanism of aging, leading ultimately to death? Why would such a wheel of creation and de-creation be embedded within this world?
When we go on a vacation, there is a beginning and there is an end. Eventually, we return home. When we look at the stars at night, is it difficult to imagine something is amiss. All alone we are here on Earth, yet far away we see places that far exceed the potential that this little planet has produced. A star seen is now know to be but a galaxy. One star mistaken for billions. One lens upgrade can make the difference between seeing an illusion and seeing truth. That stands today.
So, with that said, are we alone? Maybe we have never been alone? Do you remember who you were before being born? Do you remember who you are, all that you are, today? A call to remembering is a gift of knowing all of our eternal nature. A call of awakening is a knock from a friend at one’s door. The illusion we live in, this life on Earth, is merely a vacation away from the unimaginable. For amnesia is the key to renewing wonder again.
The memory of flying in body. The dreams of swimming in the ocean’s depths. Imaginings of dimensions of reality that only dreams can produce. Youths riding rainbows of light like a surfboard. Family’s living a life of high energy in a dimension where everything moves at the speed of light. Roles and occupations remembered that do not exist here on Earth. Memories of having other bodies. Knowings of spacecraft and star systems beyond our reach. Insight into struggles that exist in the far corners of far off universes. Dreams of battles. Dreams of fun. Dreams of the absurd. Dreams of family unknown. Dreams of lovers. Dreams of horrors. How long would it take to list all the unexplained that so many are aware of? Where does it come from?
Do you have a star family? Have you been to other dimensions, other universes? Do you have memories of being celestial bodies? How about visions of God? How about visions of extraterrestrials? What bodies have you experienced in? Are these absurd questions? No. In fact, those who read this who know, know that just one experience of a certain magnitude can make all of these questions a truth for them. Even if one reading this is skeptical, more will come.
A family sticks together. Why would so many be involved in a reality like Earth? To remember something forgotten? To learn? Can one become via unbecoming? To be born a blank slate in order to become a blank slate, who created that? Who are we? What would we have to do to learn that? A vacation of unknowing. The unknowing of knowing. Is it I AM or is it I AM NOT? For not is but a foreshadow of the knot. No, not a knot, but the know knot of not. I don’t know, I’m just rambling. But, it is better to know not, than to know knot. We all are not alone.
Zoltan Blue 