reply to post by ucanneverdie
Wow, what a great thread topic.
Thank you for the link to the Monroe vids. I've read a couple of his books but haven't ever seen him in reality, so am looking forward to watching
the vids as soon as the area around here clears.
As to your suggestion that we're addicted to being human (and I remember Monroe commenting on this from his books) I fear you're right.
Interestingly, I'm giving more and more thought to it these days, even though it's several years since I read Monroe's books.
At the time I read it, I thought there was NO way this would apply to me. Once out of here, it would take wild horses to drag me here again, I
thought. Every now and then, when life particularly disgusted me, I'd grit my teeth, raise my head to whomever and swear that i would
be sucked back into life. ' I will not come back here. Get that and understand it. I will NOT come back to this hellhole' I
used to tell 'whomever'.
But, probably because I'm a lot closer to the End (of life) than the Start, these days, I find myself looking at life from the outside and musing how
short it really is. Before age 20, it seems time goes so slowly -- you fit so much in. Then 30 rolls along and you laugh, because it's such a shock
and feels like a mistake -- how could you
be 30, lol ! The years between 30 and 40 seem to go a lot faster than other decades, but as you're
still not convinced you're even 30 yet, and as Time seems to not be behaving as you want it to, you sort of ignore that decade. Then the 40s kick
off and it's getting a bit serious. But, you're having to discard old goals and set new ones, so it's a busy decade, particularly if you have
teenagers, etc. By 50, you're thinking, 'Oh, I give up. It's all moving faster than I have time to deal with '.
By then, you're into reflection in pretty much the same way you were into 'plans' back when you were in your early 20s. So the balance has tipped
and you're required to 'accept' all those things you can't change, can't reverse or undo. For a lot of people, life just hasn't gone the way
they'd planned or expected. And by half-century, you're realising you're not going to do a lot of things you'd intended to do when younger.
You might have had talents .. art, voice, music, pottery, whatever. And all the way through, you'd intended to 'devote some time' to developing
these, 'as soon as I get a bit more time'. But just because you're older doesn't necessarily mean you get more time, of course. So those plans
get stuck in the 'to do' list for when you're even older. And who knows .. maybe you develop a condition which means your hands aren't good for
much, so bye-bye all those paintings and musical scores and sculptures you'd thought you were going to get stuck into 'when older'.
Or, it may work the other way: you might discover you're a really good writer or tapestry-worker or amateur archaeologist, late in life. And you
think to yourself that if you had your life to live over, you'd devote yourself exclusively to your particular skill -- you wouldn't become
embroiled in relationships, you wouldn't have children, you wouldn't be in law-enforcement next time because all these are very demanding in time
and energy terms. No, you say to yourself, if I had my life over again, I'd devote it to Mayan ruins and nothing else.
So, right there, are dozens of reasons why people might be seduced by the opportunity to don dense material bodies and spend several decades in this
(earthly) dimension, after they'd escaped it via physical death.
There's absolutely NO guarantee that they'd enjoy any subsequent life either. But the possibility
that they might (might be incarnated as a
millionaire, as someone great, as a devoted humanitarian or even as a big-busted pop star) would surely entice many.
Plus, the savagery of the sensations offered by life on earth would draw some back: the tastes, smells, colours, emotions, physical sensations,
Every time I eat McDonald's, it nearly kills me. Family members have said the same. Each time we're writhing in agony, we swear to each other that
we will never be so stupid again as to eat the stuff. A year might go by, or three. Then one day, while passing a McDonald's and feeling peckish,
we'll do it again. It's as if we suffer temporary amnesia. Or maybe just a case of hope springing eternal .. hoping that the food has improved,
has become digestible, less crammed with chemicals. Don't know. But we fall for it again, for the strange sauce in the burgers and hot fries. And
it ends the same way .. pain, cramps, regret. We ask each oher, 'Why were we so stupid ?'.
Maybe the allure of life is similar to McDonald's ? Maybe we just don't learn. And like McDonald's, maybe Life contains secret additives that
mean if you've been hooked once, you can always be hooked again ?
I got up from the computer after posting the above and got busy with overdue tasks. Amazing how much better the brain works when you
get off the old backside, sometimes.
It occurred to me, as I was moving around, that the reason
(or one of them) we return to McDonald's after swearing we'll never do it again
--- is because the bright colours, the general busy-ness and sense of cheer and positivity, the smells, all of it, reminds us of much earlier times,
when going to McDonald's was a special treat, a big excitement, fun, etc. (when the kids were little).
So, we return to try to recapture those positive experiences -- and the colours and atmosphere and crowds and positive buzz are a big part of that.
So it struck me that discarnate entities could be seduced in the very same way by the opportunity to be human again, to be childlike, to take pleasure
from the physical, from colours, emotions, crowds, excitement, the promise of 'magic', of feeling good, of being involved, of physical pleasures no
matter how transitory ? And always the promise that 'it will be better this time'
Ok, back to work now
[edit on 6-8-2009 by St Vaast]