“According to a myth in many cultures, cats have multiple lives. In many countries, they are believed to have nine lives, but in Germany and some Spanish-speaking regions they are said to have seven lives,while in Turkish and Arabic traditions the number of lives is six. The myth is attributed to the natural suppleness and swiftness cats exhibit to escape life-threatening situations.Also lending credence to this myth is the fact that falling cats often land on their feet, using an instinctiverighting reflex to twist their bodies around. Nonetheless, cats can still be injured or killed by a high fall.“
Just finished reading a novel. The Last Templar by Raymond Khoury is a story about the Knights Templar, religious Knights who volunteered to escort pilgrims from Europe to the Holy Land in Jerusalem with the approval from the Pope in Rome. In modern times someone robs the Metropolitan Museum in New York City to steal some Vatican artefacts on display. Then the race is on across three continents to find the robbers and a lost Christian Icon that the Templar’s had found in the 12th century and used to blackmail the Catholic Church in Rome. The modern Vatican does not want that relic found because if it became public knowledge than the whole of Christianity would come tumbling down.
What was the relic? It was Jesus Christ’s diary, actually written by him. Scripture, the Bible, written by Christ’s followers many years after his death are what document his life that “supposedly” proves that he is the “son of God”. That he is Divine. The diary shows that he is human just like everyone else.
Yes, this novel is a work of fiction. But what if it were true? What if there was proof out there that Jesus Christ was just a human being with great ideas about life? What if He wasn’t divine as the Church makes him out to be? Two thousand years later would it make a difference to His believers? All the good that has come from believing in a God, a Higher Power that looks over us, in believing that there is a Heaven after death, in having Faith, in Believing, does it all make for a better world to live in? Or would the World be a better place without the institution of religion?
In the end, an archaeologist that was at the museum when the artefacts were stolen and got hooked into discovering the truth behind the robbery. Finding out that the robbery was not about the Church icons, crosses, etc, but about a Templar code machine that could read instructions on finding the lost diary. She did find the icon. Not being religious and aware of the historical significance of any find had a dilemma. Continue to perpetuate a lie or reveal the truth and shake the foundation of a two thousand year old institution. What do you think she did?
That “light” reading done, it was time to start doing some research. Another book that I brought with me is called, The Science of Mind by Ernest Holmes. There are 2 versions of the book in this volume. Originally written in 1926 and then revised and re-published in 1938. Two, supposedly different, but similar manuals about the mind.
Same same, but different!
I’ve only started reading the first chapter, but what I’m noticing is that I’ve read a lot of what he’s saying in later written books. The Law of Attraction, Dianetic Theory, Quantum Theory, the History of God, Christianity. He starts off by saying that nothing that he’s writing is new either. The information has always been out there but that we only understand it when the time is right. So, stuff that he’s writing about in 1926 is still being written about in the 21st century.
Same same, but different!
Hmm! Sounds like stuff I’m writing. It also sounds like my life. Actually it’s what I’ve been observing about life in general. We repeat the same stuff over and over in life until it’s time to move on. Each time we repeat something we move a little further along the road of understanding, or evolution.
Same same, but different!
More on all that later. Will definitely be expanding on what I’m reading here.
Think It! Feel It! Live It! Love It!
Today I’m going to talk about scary stuff. The scariest of them all that I could talk about and am an expert at is My Mind.
No body knows My MInd better than me. If psychologists and psychiatrists poked and prodded around My Mind I am quite sure they would become insane.
The really big question is how is it that I don’t go insane with the mind that I have?
People reading my Facebook comments have stopped questioning me about my postings because they just don’t make sense to them. Let the crazy person ramble. Just like the homeless “bum” muttering to himself in the streets.
My MInd is a Miracle. How else to explain what it sees. My MInd, you see, easily understands concepts. It’s not into details and specifics. I read a complicated book on physics, or cosmology, or religion, and I can associate the “grand” concepts. My Mind remembers the concepts, not the specifics and details. That might be the reason I have a hard time making others see and understand what I know. How do you summarize grand concepts from 1000’s of pages of stuff I’ve read into one or two line “sound bites” or “Tweets”.
That’s also the reason that I probably go off in divergent tangents each time I have a conversation about my life and what I do. My life, like My Mind, is about grand concepts and ideas that diverge in numerous direction like a multidimensional spider-web.
My Mind, like My Life can only be understood by me. Actually, by some strange Law of the Universe, the one only other person who seemed to truly understand me is the one person who is not in it (physically), Pranee. I’ve made numerous mentions that we connected at a level that is difficult to explain. Yes, we verbalized each other’ thoughts. We understood each other without speaking. We were/are, in a lot of ways, a reflection of each other. Mirror images.
My Mind doesn’t just SEE, it KNOWS. My Journey the past few years has provided me with information that would have taken a lifetime to understand if all I would have done is read. By discovering the information by actually experiencing the theories the learning curve was much steeper.
I could post non stop on Twitter and on Facebook the thoughts and ideas that pass through My Mind. It would all seem like random ramblings. I rarely, if ever, get my postings “liked” on Facebook and no one re-tweets my Twitter posts, but that’s not the purpose. the reason. I don’t even get “real” comments on my blog.
None of that is important. Really! My life is what my life is. My Mind is what My Mind is. Peace and Freedom is what you achieve when you arrive at a point where nothing matters anymore. Once you arrive at the point where nothing matters anymore, only then, can you realize that the one only thing remaining that actually does matter is LOVE. At that point you are completely empowered because nothing can dis-empower you. Once you realize that you have nothing to lose then nothing anyone else does, matters. Then you are completely free. You have no reasons to fear anything.
After this point all that you receive is a gift, a bonus. You’ve had nothing. You can go back to nothing.
Yes, having Pranee “run away” from me hurt like hell and it “broke my heart”. She didn’t die. She’s still out there, somewhere. There’s the saying, “It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all”. It’s all Bull Shit.
If we don’t know what we don’t know than, than we can’t miss what we’ve never had. Try going from owning and driving a Ferrari to only being able to afford a rusted out Ford Fiesta. Or, living in Beverly Hills and ending up in the slums of Calcutta. Can our mind adapt to the changes? Yes. Would we enjoy it? I doubt it.
My Mind is a scary place because I know that I am a genius (according to some psychological tests), that it can understand scientific, medical and spiritual concepts that baffle many great minds, but that there is one concept that I fail to understand from a logical and common sense perspective.
My MInd is a Scary place because the one thing it cannot comprehend is Love.
Love does not come from the mind. Love is the only, one true feeling. All the other feelings come from the mind. Don’t believe me. Think about it. But then, maybe only My Mind can understand that concept. If you don’t understand the Tao Te Ching, than really, what can you understand?
Happy Halloween Every Body!