posted July 30, 2004 05:29 PM           

i'm still working with the spiritual immortality tip - that's totally enough for me.

posted July 30, 2004 05:37 PM         

I don`t believe you need to work on it as you are gifted with spiritual immortality at creation.

posted March 21, 2005 05:27 PM           

Starlover33- I thought about being immortal, but isn't it hard to be so wise in a world so cruel and corrupt? What do you think?
I guess I've had to adapt in order to exist harmoniously and to quell some of the inner conflict as much as I can. (I find the more perfect I'd like to become, the less I fit in; the more lonely I feel. Then I get this philisohical debate going on in my head, making it ache!).

Just wondered, sorry to ramble!

LOve & Peace

posted June 21, 2006 03:05 PM           

The Kingdom of Heaven isn't a place...it's a state of mind/heart..and you don't have to die to reach it. It's real. And it's attainable within you lifetime. It's been waiting for you since the day you were born.

Too many assumptions about what is "lost" after death...way too many assumptions. Sigh.

Perhaps this will help:

Perception Is Not Reality

Science of Religion

Best of luck to you in your search for reunion. It is difficult...but possible. Wish I was there right now. (And that's really the problem...isn't it?)

posted June 25, 2006 02:14 AM           

this place is a dream.
only a sleeper considers it real.

then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

but there's a difference with this dream.
everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death/waking.

it stays,
and it must be interpreted.

all the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

the retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boys game
to what the other will be.

you know about circumcision here.
it's full castration there!

and this groggy time we live,
this is what its like:

a man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.

in the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. he believes
the reality of this dream town.

the world is that kind of sleep.

the dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.

we began
as a mineral. we emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.

that's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. that's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.