posted on Aug, 18 2008 @ 10:54 PM
Why are we here? What in the world is this all about? If it is true that we are all pre-destined to live the lives we live, then to what end? Was
the person who was shot by a stray bullet during a drive by born to die that way? For what purpose? Was it a lesson for the robber? His mother or
father? For him? Was his time simply done...
If we all have a free will and are able to choose, then why do we not choose to be happy every single day? We seem to drown out the positive with the
negative. Once a challenge is presented to us and we finally over come it, we are off onto the next one.
We worry about how we look, if we are accepted, if we are smart enough. The lonely guy sits in his home hoping for someone, yet only finds emptiness.
What choice is he making or not making that prevents him from having what he wants? Why does it seem so hard?
The woman cries alone at night because her husband doesn't give her what she needs emotionally. Maybe she tries to connect but he does not respond.
Is she choosing to be sad?
I suppose she is, as is the lonely guy. It isn't what they wanted, not at all how they had planned it, but there it is. I am continually
disappointed in just about everything. It isn't what I want to be, however I always seem to end up that way.
Look at politics, pretty scary. Why is it that a “real” man (or woman) can't step up to the plate and lead us?
Look at Hollywood, why is it that these people who have been given the gift of performers, choose to act as if they are so much better than us? They
can act, and fill our fantasies, give us relief from the boredom but why do we follow them, and feed their need? Put them on pedestals?
Look at the child molester, what in the world drives this kind of person? Why do they even exist? Are they choosing to be this way? Is it an
uncontrollable thing or do they choose?
Is it by choice, or are we all predestined to a be who we are and what happens in our lives? Does everyone have a certain number of years to live and
then you reach the magic number and lights out? Or can we do something to change it?
You meet someone, think you fall in love. You think that you know them, you connect on many levels. Marry them, have a pretty good thing going and
all of a sudden you find out that they aren't who you thought they were. You've been living with a stranger. Is that a choice?
I read a couple books some time ago, that eluded to the fact that we are all “asleep”, that we are all trying to get back to “God”. God, as
explained, is something we are all a part of. We are all little pieces of the “whole”. The world we live in has been created by us. Since we
are all connected we all play a part in what happens, what we see. Big disasters are fabricated by us, a way to keep us focused on being “here”
instead of “waking up” and coming back to the whole.
Our lives (yes live's plural) are determined by us so that we can learn what we need to learn. We choose before we are born (each time) to go to a
certain place so that we can learn lessons that will enlighten us enough to go to the next level. There are many, many levels and it takes many
lives to reach the highest level of existence. The highest level would be knowledge of who and what we actually are, therefore being set free from
the bondage of this life, this body to be once again reunited with the “whole”.
Humanity continues to grow spiritually, each of us on a different level of existence. The ones that are on a higher plane of knowledge are further
along on the journey. Possibly the Einstien's of the world are such people. Maybe the Jeffrey Dommers are on the lowest level. The rest of us are
somewhere in between. Eventually, we will all rise above the muck and BAM the universe as we know it will cease to exist, we will all be re-joined
and become whole....
Think that is why we get so lost in ourselves? Why we are so preoccupied with what we are, who we are? Why we lose ourselves in addictions? Are we
making a choice to stay in this “sleep”, or can we choose to rise above it and come back to the whole.
It's been some time since I read them, one I know was called “The Disappearance of the Universe” the other I can't seem to recall. They both
left me feeling a little bit strange but also opened my mind to the possibility of something more than what I had always believed in. I can't say I
understood it all but certainly feel like I should revisit both.