posted on Aug, 4 2011 @ 05:36 AM
I suscribe to the theory that existence is nothing but pure consciousness, the universe and all matter and life being a mere figment of the One
I don´t know exactly how the One Consciousness came to be, but there is nothing that exists seperately, outside of it.
I think we all heard about the theory that the universe and existence, is consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, split up into smaller
That somehow, the smaller, split up parts are to experience existence, for instance in 3d physical reality, and take back their experience to add to
the greater part, the One, to make it learn, about itself and existence, and grow and be whole and complete.
That´s a great theory, I like it, it suggests that the One, loves itself, is happy to exist, and wants to perfect, or at least wants to experience
every facet of existance, to add to the greater part, and celebrate it.
You know, a meaning to its existence.
But does it?
Everytime I step out of this world and get way beyong my human existance, in my visions I get this feeling of pure despair and agony. A feeling of
being trapped, no where to escape.
A yearning of rest and peace, a yearning of non-existance, a yearning of non-consciousness.
I know these are not my personal feelings I am experiencing, I get depressed from time to time, especially faced with all that is wrong with this
current 3d material existance, but I generally embrace life and existance in all its splendor, and uglyness.the same.
When I snap out of these visions, I always appreciate my life and existance a bit more, feel relieved to be back, but still keep this nagging feeling
in the background that in the end, all is not well.
I could also maybe be tapping into the collective Earth consciousness that as a whole is expereincing feelings of agony and despair, with the way our
Earth´s existance is playing out, but in the end I feel these feelings are deeper than that,
They seem to stem from the ultimate part of a fractal, an utter most zoomed out part, the original.
From the ultimate dimension, above all fractalised dimensions.
Is the Universe and this Existencence in all its splendor and all encompassing greatness just a little charade?
Not a way of celebrating existence, learning, completion and perfection, but simply a means to let the One Consciousness cope with the loneliness and
restlessness of being the One Consciousness.
Opium, bread and games, to escape the grim reality, much like its smaller fractalised parts, we, do?
The One Consciuosness, that came to be out of the nothingness, through a freak accident, alone in an infinite prison, like a coma patient on life
support, trapped in his own mind, yearning for the plug to be pulled,
I know this whole story and it´s notions a too much for most, let alone the implications.
Like I said, it´s a grim outlook, and I hope and want it not to be like this.
But if you believe in the One Consciousness experiencing itself, how do you feel about what I have said?
Off course, everybody is welcome to comment, but if you feel that my whole story is bogus to begin with, you are not going to add substance to this
I am not crazy,- not crazier than you are anyways-, a drug addict or suicidal.
I´m just laying this out before you, as I have been getting these feelings for years, every now and then.
It was not easy putting this in words and to share this, so be gentle on this first time thread poster.