life – Page 4

In My Dreams

The place where all my memories and experiences are stored is like an aquarium, filled with a thick liquid. My experiences that are complete and have been resolved settle to the bottom of the aquarium. All those memories are properly filed in their appropriate folders. Those things are “settled”.

The things in my life that are unresolved are held in bubbles and cannot be filed until they are resolved. I push these parcels of incomplete information, below the surface. Bubbles of different sizes, all waiting to be filed.

At night, when I go to sleep, somethimes these bubbles rise to the surface and magical things happen.

Bullying: An American Pastime

Mar 8, 2015

Imagine that someone, for his own enjoyment, decided to jump on your back and ride you to frustration, until you had to violently, throw this bully off your back.

That would clearly be unfair to you, a total disrespect for your life and for your natural rights. It would be an assault. It would be wrong. Right?

It’s called “Bull Riding”, an American pastime.

It is inhumane, unjust, and unnecessary. It is mean. It disrespects life. It is barbaric.

It is like a school for bullies, where bullying is glorified with cheers, high fives, and fist bumps.

Now, Imagine that while this bully was on your back, the people were cheering for him.

The White Light

The white light

I knew my computer was about to die. The monitor was partially shattered and it had been operating slower than ever, sometimes even freezing. That day, it happened, it died right before my eyes. As it lost power, for a second, it flashed images on the screen, in reverse-chronological order. I saw images I had worked on days and months before. I froze with my mouth open.
At that moment I knew, that the white light “phenomena”, described by many, all over the world, was not an experience about dying and crossing over to the other side, but re-living the experience of being born.

The white light stories are generally all the same and contain common elements. These experiences are triggered when the body is under severe duress, during severe physical trauma or during what is referred to as “near death experiences”. Accounts of this experience, may have different beginnings, but will invariably end like this, “…and then I saw the white light, it was blinding. I was overcome with a feeling of peace and serenity. My relatives were there to guide me”.

The images we saw when exiting the womb were etched in our memory, like when an image is burnt onto a computer screen. When our brain is drained to its lowest electrical power, our memories begin to fade away one at a time until we get to the first memory, the one that’s burnt in, the white light.

Seeing the white light is an awesome experience that takes us back to the very day we took our first breath and felt our lungs burn as the air violently rushed in. That was the day when we left the darkness of the womb and entered into the light. In those fragile moments right before our birth, it feels like we are going to die.

The experience of seeing the white light, is not a vision of our death, it is a memory of our birth.

The Frog In The Well

The frog in the well thinks that the well is the entire universe.

The frog in the well thinks that the water in the well is all the water there is. This frog suffers from tunnel vision, despite his bulging, wide angled eyes.

The frog that lives outside of the well is aware of the ocean, the rivers, the puddles and the streams.

So, where do you live?

It really does not matter where you live, because the well is not a place, its a frame of mind.

Nature Already Did That

When computers were first assembled, they were massive in size. Some, were as big as a fridge. With time, people that work on computers have done an impressive job in compressing the size of the computer. A big part was reducing the size of the brain of the computer. Now a smart phone has as much, and even more capacity as those large computers. A tiny computer chip has the intelligence and processing capacity which previously could only be in large frame computers. All this improvement and reduction in the physical size of the computer was achieved by men and women, in only a few decades. Basically, what we did was to make something small do, something that only something big could do.

Nature already did that. Over millions of years, nature has compressed systems to minute sizes. Those systems are just as aware as we are.

It is a grave mistake to believe that creatures that are small or minute are not as aware as us or as not as worthy of their life.