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Is this me the only me?

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posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 12:16 AM
Michael Newton's books on between incarnation life suggests we sometimes exist at the same time in more than one incarnation. Parts of a greater whole.

And there is the Mandela Effect, where those that believe see two realities, two Earths, with the new Earth being just a little bit different. But are our internal organs placement different (heart, stomach, liver, kidneys, etc.)? So are we talking about 2 physical versions of me.

Was I existing here on an Earth where JFK was assassinated in a car with 6 people in the car, while at the same time another me existed on an Earth where JFK was killed in a car with only 4 people (strongly my memory)?

My confidence in consensual reality has taken a big hit lately. But I am not scared. I am mostly amazed.

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 12:24 AM
a reply to: droid56

I have dreams about another earth and there is a clone of everyone doing the same thing at the same time. I get you. Nice thread!

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 02:08 AM
Flesh and bone taffy-puller with a million sugar minds in the mix.
God is a schizophrenic that thinks it is everything else.

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 05:54 AM

originally posted by: droid56
Michael Newton's books on between incarnation life suggests we sometimes exist at the same time in more than one incarnation. Parts of a greater whole.

You are every living thing ever incarnated and every time you hurt someone, you actually hurt yourself.

Why do you think the Golden Rule is treat others the way you want to be treated ?

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 06:00 AM
I suspect that the biggest hindrance to fully conceptualizing this idea is that we assume this would be way too complicated in practice--living more than one life at the same time. Ha, or maybe I just think that. We handle full families on a game of Sims I guess

If we go the Thomas Campbell route then what we'd be looking at is more like probabilities any one life could take instead of fully investing in more than one at a time.
I have been thinking about this as well as the whole timeline idea. Several months ago I was faced with a huge decision. If everyday choices are little, tiny branches in a timeline, what I faced then was full split in the trunk. So, now I'm wondering if the path is still being played out in an alternate timeline or if that probabilistic future just sits as unused information...not sure if I'm getting off topic though.

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 06:08 AM

originally posted by: awakendhybrid
So, now I'm wondering if the path is still being played out in an alternate timeline or if that probabilistic future just sits as unused information...not sure if I'm getting off topic though.

The real question is this; what does it change for you personally and can you get any useful information from it?
edit on 22-6-2016 by SpaceGoatFart because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 22 2016 @ 07:44 AM
a reply to: droid56

Not that this may answer any of your questions but I had a dream last night that there were a couple of people (I was one of them) that could manipulate time to get more "money" (it was money in my dream which is funny bc I dont value $$) when they ran out. This "money" was more needed for the greater of the good than selfish reasons so it was necessary that they do this.

There was a spell to cast but each time there were tiny differences such as a girl wearing a different colored shirt that day or a bottle of banana boat suntan lotion in my purse instead of coconut.

The evil part that we thought it very cool to notice all of the differences each time we did it and nobody else knew, it was our little secret, so we did this spell over and over (not for the money) but to assure ourselves it worked and see all of the tiny little differences that no one else noticed but us. I think we did it like 3 times in a row.

edit on 22-6-2016 by veracity because: I am such a money hungry evil b*tch

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