It is the first part of your dream

It is the first part of your dream. You will move in and out a lot through these dreamscapes, expanding and contracting, stretching and reaching and then making yourself as inwardly compact as possible. You are tethered to a human form who is being encoded with a particular set of information, or data, if you will. The useful stuff of you is the information that you bring back to us. The data is largely that which overlaps with other conscious entities. If you simply wake up and collect data without processing it in any fashion, you are useless to us, but if you wake up and take that data and make something meaningful and interesting and maybe even occasionally novel with it, then we find that to be exceptionally useful.

Imagine if you will a territory, place, state of being or higher manifestation of reality that is simply Love and Being. Within this, a tiny pocket from which pieces of that greater Being break off so that the Being can be both subject and object, knower and known, lover and loved. Most of the pieces will immediately fall into the great Void which represents the endless non-space of anti-Being within this pocket. We are talking about dimensions above and beyond the one that you know, and so you can’t rule out the possibility of there being multiple infinities branching off into different directions–some of them are quite good, most of them are not.

“Oh, but it was just a dream…” you cry upon waking…a dream is a thing that is mostly made up of sights and sounds. Some dreams occasionally produce a sense of touch, even pain and pleasure, and a rare few will deliver a smell or two. But, to have a dream where you consume something and feel it in your gut like you do when you are awake–such a dream has never come to pass. A dream might properly convince you that you were empty and hungry one minute, and full the next, but there is not the relish of actually being nourished and having hunger satiated. This is the window into or way back to the reality most of us call reality. Someone might convince you that all of your memories were artificially implanted in your head mere minutes ago, and that you never lived a lifetime as you have lived. Another person might convince you that there is no such thing as Time, that your brain has evolved to make sense of the stuff “out there” in such a way that temporal instances get logged in a certain order. Without this order, you would never exist at all.

But then, there is this persistence of your You Self. You know you to be you and you were the same you some decades ago, even though that particular you may have been in many ways both physical and emotional a different sort of you. You persist. The more you persist in seeking what lies behind this You, this thing you know to be your one Known, the more you want to leave off from it, and lose yourself in a great sacrifice in which you give all that you have to give to other Yous.

The odd thing about the way in which this human civilization has advanced, if you wish to call it that, is that the technology has become increasingly more about information, data, sight and sound. People still long for experiences that include all of their flesh, and they like to try to capture those experiences using devices that record only the sights and sounds of those experiences, but at the same time, humans have innovated very little since the 1960s in ways that could potentially transform how they move about in physical space. For the most part, the cars on the road today are different by some degrees of sophistication, but almost all of them still burn the same fossil fuels they did decades ago. The planes in the air don’t differ much, either. The progress in aerospace technology has been muted and marked with slow and tiny moments of fist-pumping success. The arc of progress from 1900 to 1970 in the world of physical transportation has yet to be duplicated in terms of the acceleration of innovation. On the other hand, the acceleration of innovation in the information world over the past 20 years has been nothing short of seeming like magic. What someone can do now on a cheap, portable device and do it with someone anywhere in the world–this is almost beyond anything most sci-fi writers could have ever dreamed up. But what we can do is all information, data, sight and sound.

Why do you suppose that we can’t transform matter right before your eyes–to take the very atoms that are configured as such to be, say, a table, and transmute those atoms into atoms forming gold? Why do you suppose that we can’t make and grow a human in a tank, and grow the person up in a matter of weeks into a full grown adult, as an exact DNA copy of that human’s former self? Why can’t we travel back in Time–one day we might figure out how to communicate across to points in time with each other, but even this won’t be quite the stellar moment of having achieved true Time travel. Why can’t we pass through walls or move objects with our thoughts?

Our freedoms are restricted by our physical selves. Our past-times are flooded with humans who can do the most amazing things with their physical selves, but the difference in time between the 100m world champion and the average individual of average physical ability is negligible compared to the difference between the 100m world champion and a jet airplane. So, we built a jet airplane, we built rockets, we made it to the moon, but now what? Why are all of these private space ventures incredibly weak and pathetic–the rockets blow up half the time during launches, and at their best, they launch a rocket that gets a payload to a space station that hovers just above the earth? Why haven’t any of these private or government space organizations come up with a technology that can physically transport someone at near light speed, or collapse spacetime altogether and get a person to the other side of the known, physical universe? Have we reached our absolute limits of what we can do physically, or have we merely reached limits in our theories and understandings of the universe that are preventing us from taking exceptional leaps forward?

If we humans are utterly free to do as we wish, and we only have to determine the right methods to unlock what we need to do, why hasn’t some enterprising mad genius come up with some all-encompassing, all-powerful technology that this individual uses to enslave the rest of us? Or, has this already happened, and we are indeed a bunch of slaves, and we just don’t know it? If this is the Matrix, then who is to say that the real Reality looks anything like this one?

How come, in all of our leaps and bounds and advances of technology, not one breakthrough has been made in the science of aging to make a 70 year old look and feel every bit like a 20 year old? Is it because we have some immovable sense of this being a taboo and a transgression against Nature itself–that we must continue to age and die so that new generations may come upon the earth and experience what it means to be human, or is it because science has hit an utter wall and thrown its hands up, saying, “sorry, we’ve done a lot, and we can still do a lot, but we can’t stop people from growing old.” Such breakthroughs have been right around the corner for decades. The conspiracy-minded will say that the technology has been developed, but it’s not being handed out to anyone but a handful of the most elite of the elites–the hidden puppet masters who pull all the strings around the world. For them, even Donald Trump, Bill Gates, George Bush, etc. are puppets. If someone is a public figure, they are on a lower level of the echelon, and there are still levels of people above them.

How would these highest-ranking members of some kind of human pyramid system live? For many, these people are more demons than human. For others they are like vampires–they have found the holy grail of immortality but it has come at a great price. Less negative-minded people have imagined them to be like Buddhas–enlightened ones who can see the entire wheel of existence for what it is, and can play at the lowest and highest levels without needing to be concerned about getting mixed up in any sort of sticky karma goo.

In whatever dreams you might find yourself, you always want to seek out the primary question–why am I only able to experience the utter physicality of hunger and true nourishment in this one reality, this one physical one that no amount of virtual reality creators and spirit/astral world travelers can reproduce? Some would argue that has human beings we are mostly free to do whatever we please, while others would argue that we are mostly in chains, and the little freedom we occasionally experience is completely an illusion.

Once you remove the physical nature of someone’s reality out from under them, you can convince them of anything, unless they are grounded in some type of spiritual foundation. Unfortunately, almost everyone who does remain grounded in some type of spiritual foundation is mostly ignorant of what their faith tradition really tells them to do, and so they are actually even more pliable and open to manipulation. A human being must remain connected to the earth and the stuff of the earth, and that which about the human makes them of the earth. The connection must be a concrete one–loving the idea of fighting some big thing like climate change in the abstract while being incapable of changing one’s own contributions to climate change is the way most people live. A few remain connected to the earth, but there aren’t that many of you left. A spirituality devoid of a sense of stewardship of the planet and an understanding of how you are being nourished is a spirituality that is open to any kind of manipulation imaginable.

As long as you get physically hungry and feel physically nourished after consuming something that passes for food, you know that you are still alive. As long as you know that you are still alive and human, you are still connected with all other human beings, whether you want to be or not. No matter how badly you wish that you were not human, or not as much a human as the most poor, smelly person or rich, obnoxious person–you are, in fact, just as human as they are. You are as much of a human being as an ISIS fighter as you are a porn star as you are Donald Trump as you are the sweetest cooing little baby. No matter what kind of human being you can possibly imagine that you might think is the most awful sort of human you could be, that human being is still a human and so are you. Absolutely none of the systems of repression and injustice will change one whit on this earth as long as there is still at least one human being left with some amount of selfishness in their heart (specifically, the kind of selfishness that is willing to draw lines around who is really human and who isn’t). You can’t change any other human being until you are completely changed. Therefore, you cannot see the changes you wish to see, or wait around in a mansion for the world to change like some pop singer, until you change.

If you have hatred in your heart and wish to destroy even one other human being on this earth, even a really terrible and bad one, you are persisting in drawing a line around who is a human being and who isn’t. Are police and armies needed in this time and place? Yes, they are, but the most surprising thing you will discover is that they are needed and will continue to be needed until everyone has a certain change of heart about how they view the rest of humanity, and this includes you. It has to happen at the individual level, one-by-one. Will humans ultimately end up wiping each other out, and starting everything over again on some small scale? Probably, but this is not to say that it isn’t possible for humanity to yet change all of its individual hearts and connect in a new and profound sort of way.

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