I've Remembered Something
Somewhere along the way, there was an interferance. Something built a wall between our memories.
The memories that we know now are just data and images. Every once in a while, we get a vivid memory which included tastes and smells and emotions. A full experience. This is the closest thing we have known to true memory.
We were not born into existence. In fact, we were not even born into this world. We chose to be here. This body we know so well, yet question so much. It's a vessel that was designed with intents beyond what we have ever imagined.
Do you remember the day you were "born"? Of course not. Nobody does. This is because at that point, you were crossing into this plane of existence. A pilot of sorts, you spent up so much energy attaching to this form. This much activity can wear you out to the point that you don't even remember why you are here.
But, you get flashes in your dreams. During your first few years in this realm/dimension/whatever, you connected with the brain of this body you inhabit. Think of it as your flight controls. The easiest time to do this was when you were sleeping, because when your body was active it was too overloaded with the stimuli of this world. These four senses of touch, taste, sound and smell were very new to you.
In the place you were before, you had studied and trained to live in this world. You learned what it was to be a human. In fact, you even chose your life and all things that would happen in it. You worked hard to get here.
Do you remember choosing your life? Do you remember the others standing in line next to you, for what seemed like an eternity? You've seen them in this world. Some of them have stayed close to you, while others have kept their distance.
No matter what feats we may perform, no matter what trials we may overcome, our greatest obstacle is the discovery of our purpose in this world. This goes hand in hand with the idea of "What is the purpose of this world even existing?".
Our purpose is to develop these bodies. These bodies are more than they seem. They are not just flesh and blood and dna tissue. Just like this dimension in which they exist is not just oxygen and nitrogen and helium and carbon.
I am not quite sure as to what exactly how everything works, but one thing that I am quite certain of is the fact that we instinctively deny. The more we deny, the more comfortable we become with staying exactly the same. Yet, we are never quite satisfied with who we are and what we are. We always know that we need to achieve a higher level.
We need to trust eachother. We need to trust ourselves. We need to know that emotions are not trivial, and that communication is not just words in a book that have been spoken aloud. Real communication goes beyond words, and it is important that we speak on those terms with eachother. We can never forget this. If we deny, for any reason, we are limiting ourselves to that point of denial.
These bodies we inhabit -- these vessels -- they seem to have encoded with them a sort of pre-programming that "turns off switches" in our true form. The vessel is in constant struggle with the pilot, constantly arguing over what is true and untrue. This is not surprising, seeing as our "pilot" form is very unfamiliar with this realm. The realm our pilot hails from does not project the same sensations, visually or emotionally.
Our goal here is to eventually bring these bodies into a state of full existence. By full existence, I am implying a 100% bond between pilot and vessel. There will be no arguing over emotion and logic, because they will have merged and become ultimate thought.
One of the obstacles our "pilot" self has trouble overcoming is the presence of negative force. The dimension of a pilot is difficult to describe, but I will attempt.
The way we see depth and distance here, there is a strict measurement. No matter which system we use, it is a known fact to our vessel bodies that there are a certain number of hours in a day. There are a set number of days in a week, weeks in a month, months in a year and so on through the decades and centuries. The same applies to inches, centimeters, ounces, liters and any form of numbering we are familiar with here.
In the world of a pilot, this is not the case. I'm not sure if the question has ever been asked, but I will ask now: Can you measure the length or volume of love? Sure, there are ways to test the brainwave activities when you experience this emotion. You can even measure the amount of endorphines released during the event. How deep do your emotions run? Are they tracked in centimeters, kilograms or mililiters?
When our vessels and pilots learn to stop arguing, only then will we be able to erase doubt and accept ourselves as a true being. Our goal is to advance. Our intentions are true, and we must remember always that we came here with the knowledge we needed to succeed in our goals. It is up to us to break down the walls that block those memories, and we must remember how to truly live. We are much more than what we see with our eyes.
Do not let yourself be stuck in repitition. Do not deny the oppurtunity to learn. Do not let yourself forget those most important feelings, for they are the hammers which will uncover the memories stuck between the walls of your vessel and pilot.
Most importantly, remember to be true to what is real. You will know this feeling when it comes around. Never deny it, for it is a sign that you are doing something right.
We may never know exactly what we're supposed to do, but there are markers along the way that can give us direction. It's up to us to remember, and up to us to recognize them.
The memories that we know now are just data and images. Every once in a while, we get a vivid memory which included tastes and smells and emotions. A full experience. This is the closest thing we have known to true memory.
We were not born into existence. In fact, we were not even born into this world. We chose to be here. This body we know so well, yet question so much. It's a vessel that was designed with intents beyond what we have ever imagined.
Do you remember the day you were "born"? Of course not. Nobody does. This is because at that point, you were crossing into this plane of existence. A pilot of sorts, you spent up so much energy attaching to this form. This much activity can wear you out to the point that you don't even remember why you are here.
But, you get flashes in your dreams. During your first few years in this realm/dimension/whatever, you connected with the brain of this body you inhabit. Think of it as your flight controls. The easiest time to do this was when you were sleeping, because when your body was active it was too overloaded with the stimuli of this world. These four senses of touch, taste, sound and smell were very new to you.
In the place you were before, you had studied and trained to live in this world. You learned what it was to be a human. In fact, you even chose your life and all things that would happen in it. You worked hard to get here.
Do you remember choosing your life? Do you remember the others standing in line next to you, for what seemed like an eternity? You've seen them in this world. Some of them have stayed close to you, while others have kept their distance.
No matter what feats we may perform, no matter what trials we may overcome, our greatest obstacle is the discovery of our purpose in this world. This goes hand in hand with the idea of "What is the purpose of this world even existing?".
Our purpose is to develop these bodies. These bodies are more than they seem. They are not just flesh and blood and dna tissue. Just like this dimension in which they exist is not just oxygen and nitrogen and helium and carbon.
I am not quite sure as to what exactly how everything works, but one thing that I am quite certain of is the fact that we instinctively deny. The more we deny, the more comfortable we become with staying exactly the same. Yet, we are never quite satisfied with who we are and what we are. We always know that we need to achieve a higher level.
We need to trust eachother. We need to trust ourselves. We need to know that emotions are not trivial, and that communication is not just words in a book that have been spoken aloud. Real communication goes beyond words, and it is important that we speak on those terms with eachother. We can never forget this. If we deny, for any reason, we are limiting ourselves to that point of denial.
These bodies we inhabit -- these vessels -- they seem to have encoded with them a sort of pre-programming that "turns off switches" in our true form. The vessel is in constant struggle with the pilot, constantly arguing over what is true and untrue. This is not surprising, seeing as our "pilot" form is very unfamiliar with this realm. The realm our pilot hails from does not project the same sensations, visually or emotionally.
Our goal here is to eventually bring these bodies into a state of full existence. By full existence, I am implying a 100% bond between pilot and vessel. There will be no arguing over emotion and logic, because they will have merged and become ultimate thought.
One of the obstacles our "pilot" self has trouble overcoming is the presence of negative force. The dimension of a pilot is difficult to describe, but I will attempt.
The way we see depth and distance here, there is a strict measurement. No matter which system we use, it is a known fact to our vessel bodies that there are a certain number of hours in a day. There are a set number of days in a week, weeks in a month, months in a year and so on through the decades and centuries. The same applies to inches, centimeters, ounces, liters and any form of numbering we are familiar with here.
In the world of a pilot, this is not the case. I'm not sure if the question has ever been asked, but I will ask now: Can you measure the length or volume of love? Sure, there are ways to test the brainwave activities when you experience this emotion. You can even measure the amount of endorphines released during the event. How deep do your emotions run? Are they tracked in centimeters, kilograms or mililiters?
When our vessels and pilots learn to stop arguing, only then will we be able to erase doubt and accept ourselves as a true being. Our goal is to advance. Our intentions are true, and we must remember always that we came here with the knowledge we needed to succeed in our goals. It is up to us to break down the walls that block those memories, and we must remember how to truly live. We are much more than what we see with our eyes.
Do not let yourself be stuck in repitition. Do not deny the oppurtunity to learn. Do not let yourself forget those most important feelings, for they are the hammers which will uncover the memories stuck between the walls of your vessel and pilot.
Most importantly, remember to be true to what is real. You will know this feeling when it comes around. Never deny it, for it is a sign that you are doing something right.
We may never know exactly what we're supposed to do, but there are markers along the way that can give us direction. It's up to us to remember, and up to us to recognize them.