The Sound of My Shadow
Exploring the great unknown from the depth of our deepest ocean to heights yet unknown. Many of us are breed to be explorers. We as humans explore in, as much as we explore out. We strive to know why we are the way we are. What makes us…us? Where do our thoughts come from? How can we be sure? What gives us the right to cast a judgment on our own self-awareness? Science is rooted in fact. What are the facts rooted in? Eventually we must make an assumption, and an assumption being the nature of what is, cannot be fact.
With that said I am not the most spiritual woman, but I plan on taking you on a spiritual journey from the bottom of my feet to the very top of my head. You see I am a mere experiment, an experiment of consciousness. As you read this now, my thoughts are coming from you. Truth be told I am not here. You are merely reading my words, tapping my mind, reading my thoughts. You are coming with me on a journey far in to the deep crevices in my mind through the murky consciousness as I see myself. Imagine if you will a sub atomic robot scaling my skin and diving deep into my mind seeing the array of electrical impulses that travel over my neurons by way of my synaptic bridges.
My memories are my own, they define who I am. I can’t remember my mothers smile as she first gazed upon her newborn baby. Yet a connection is there so deep it defies explanation. Even if I were rushed away from her never to see her my entire life, we would still be connected. My blood flows as hers, my eyes sparkle as hers. My laugh echoes in the corners of the world calling her. Giving thanks, for being born and giving thanks for making me, who I am.
Now being less than a super spiritual woman, and being a realist, a woman of logic and factual bias, I can’t say I will be in the best mood when I leave this world. However I find it interesting to note that I will have a smile on my face. Why? Because of the journey, the ride, the trip, the gift, the miracle, and the fact that I will live in the minds of those I left behind. Please do me justice and laugh and smile when you think of me and if the chance that you go first I will do the same. Death is something not to be feared, and believing in "an after life" per say, is not the only way to peace in this one. Speaking for myself I just enjoy what I have. I can with much assurance speak for you, for I know you have been happy too. I can say this for one reason. Emotion is a state of mind and we can all fall on an infinite spectrum of happiness. Even when we are sad, we can still be happy. For knowing that you are sad is knowing that you have once been happy, therefore giving you a scale to weigh your mood on. For we are never truly happy and never truly sad, we are always a combination of the two. That is just one of the things that make you…you.
As many of us know our moods can be regulated chemically. However it is also possible to alter our chemicals by merely thinking of them. The act of laughing is actually a productive and healthy thing to do. Laugh through your tears and enjoy what is. For what ever happens an equal number of things have not. The balance of the world is in your hands keep it steady and spread the wealth of happiness.
With that said I am not the most spiritual woman, but I plan on taking you on a spiritual journey from the bottom of my feet to the very top of my head. You see I am a mere experiment, an experiment of consciousness. As you read this now, my thoughts are coming from you. Truth be told I am not here. You are merely reading my words, tapping my mind, reading my thoughts. You are coming with me on a journey far in to the deep crevices in my mind through the murky consciousness as I see myself. Imagine if you will a sub atomic robot scaling my skin and diving deep into my mind seeing the array of electrical impulses that travel over my neurons by way of my synaptic bridges.
My memories are my own, they define who I am. I can’t remember my mothers smile as she first gazed upon her newborn baby. Yet a connection is there so deep it defies explanation. Even if I were rushed away from her never to see her my entire life, we would still be connected. My blood flows as hers, my eyes sparkle as hers. My laugh echoes in the corners of the world calling her. Giving thanks, for being born and giving thanks for making me, who I am.
Now being less than a super spiritual woman, and being a realist, a woman of logic and factual bias, I can’t say I will be in the best mood when I leave this world. However I find it interesting to note that I will have a smile on my face. Why? Because of the journey, the ride, the trip, the gift, the miracle, and the fact that I will live in the minds of those I left behind. Please do me justice and laugh and smile when you think of me and if the chance that you go first I will do the same. Death is something not to be feared, and believing in "an after life" per say, is not the only way to peace in this one. Speaking for myself I just enjoy what I have. I can with much assurance speak for you, for I know you have been happy too. I can say this for one reason. Emotion is a state of mind and we can all fall on an infinite spectrum of happiness. Even when we are sad, we can still be happy. For knowing that you are sad is knowing that you have once been happy, therefore giving you a scale to weigh your mood on. For we are never truly happy and never truly sad, we are always a combination of the two. That is just one of the things that make you…you.
As many of us know our moods can be regulated chemically. However it is also possible to alter our chemicals by merely thinking of them. The act of laughing is actually a productive and healthy thing to do. Laugh through your tears and enjoy what is. For what ever happens an equal number of things have not. The balance of the world is in your hands keep it steady and spread the wealth of happiness.