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Originally posted by Spiralinko
reply to post by barefootsoldier
I don't sleep well at all anymore, but when I do I have the most vivid, insane dreams.
A constant feeling of dread...and that something just isn't right....or that something very bad is on the horizon.
Originally posted by Shikamaru
Is it just me or are alot of other people not able to understand all this spiritual info we get the pleasure of reading here on ATS ever so often.
I read about how you few people feel dimensions being ripped through, and the cosmic forces, and planetary alignments opening above natural abilities, and people's Chi flow and aura colors, the list goes on and on....
To me, I guess as much as I want to believe that life is run off of all kinds of spiritual energy, I can't really accept it, because science has proven that life is all about DNA, Multi-Cellular Organisms, and Single-Cellular Organisms, Microbes, and Bacteria, Magnetic Fields, Gravitational Properties, etc etc....
I mean if I did envision some sort of type of spiritual portrayal of myself, I see a big black rock surrounded by a dark blue fire that turns a little reddish towards the tips of the flames. I don't like large groups of people, it makes me angry and gives me violent thoughts when someone I don't know gets close to me. Yet I'll admit that when someone I do know gets close to me, I feel happier... =/
I guess what I'm saying is how are you so positive that what you're feeling isn't just health related? Aching? Nasuea? These seem like normal symptoms for a stressed out individual, a pregnant woman, or even a common bug or flu... I guess I'm looking for a definitive answer to why you believe this relates to spiritual therapy?
an excerpt from "The Power of Now" by Exkhart Tolle
The Origin of This Book
I have little use for the past and rarely think about it; however, I would briefly like to tell you how I came to be a spiritual teacher and how this book came into existence.
Until my thirtieth year, I lived in a state of almost continuous anxiety interspersed with periods of suicidal depression. It feels now as if I am talking about some past lifetime or somebody else's life.
One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, this this time is was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train - everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.
"I cannot live with myself any longer." This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: The "I" and the "self" that "I" cannot live with." "Maybe," I thought, "only one of them is real."
I was so stunned by this realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gripped by an intense fear, and my body started to shake. I heard the words "resist nothing," as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly, there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.
I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a prescious diamond. Yes, if a diamon could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light to dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I know, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all.
That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world.
For the next five months, I lived in a state of uninterrupted deep peace and bliss. After that, it diminished somewhat in intensity, or perhaps it just seemed to because it became my natural state. I could still function in the world, although I realized that nothing I ever did could possibly add anything to what I already had.
I knew, of course, that something profoundly significant had happened to me, but I didn't understand it at all. It wasn't until several years later, after I had read spiritual texts and spent time with spiritual teachers, that I realized that what everybody else was looking for had already happened to me. I understood that the intense pressure of suffering that night must have forced my consciousness to withdraw from its identification with the unhappy and deeply fearful self, which is ultimately a fiction of the mind. This withdrawal must have been so complete that this false, suffering self immediately collapsed, just as if a plug had been pulled out of an inflatable toy. What was left then was my true nature as the ever-present I am: consciousness in its pure state prior to indentification with form. Later I also learned to go into that inner timeless and deathless realm that I had originally percieved as a void and remain fully conscious. I dwelt in states of such indescribable bliss and sacdredness that even the original experience I just described pales in comparison. A time came when, for a while, I was left with nothing of the physical plane. I had no relationships, no job, no home, no socially defined identity. I spent almost two years sitting on park benches in a state of the most intense joy.
But even the most beautiful experiences come and go. More fundamental perhaps, than any experience is the undercurrent of peace that has never left me since then. Sometimes it is very strong, almost palpable, and others can feel it too. At other times, it is somewhere in the background, like a distant melody.
Later, people would occassionally come up to me and say "I want what you have. Can you give it to me, or show me how to get it?" And I would sayl "You have it already. You just can't feel it because your mind is making too much noise." That answer later grew into the book that you are holding in your hands.
Before I knew it, I had an external identity again. I had become a spiritual teacher.
Originally posted by Ironclad
reply to post by NewAgeMan
Not trying to insult the New-age, touchy, feaely dudes here, but what a crock of crapola.
Any physical changes that come from all of this wont be down to who dose the most meditation or who takes the best elixirs of life... what rubbish..!!
Evolution isn't that fickle..!!
Sorry to burst your bubble, but not everyone in your little world is changing and some people outside your world are..
Evolution is random and usually picks the strongest, not the most peaceful.