'' Never the spirit was born, the spirit shall cease to be never;
Never was time it was not, end and beginning are dreams
Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever;
Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems.''
Bhagavad Gita:
That is an interesting quote, Melanie,
Of course, in those days quantum mechanics and other modern knowledge was not available.
Here is my version:
As scientists state, energy does not get lost, and I believe I am at least energy on the spiritual level. Yet what I expect will happen after my death is a slow deterioration of my energetic construct at the spiritual level, all parts slowly falling back to their original selves, no longer required to support the one spiritual entity that I have been (or at least tried to be) my entire life.
I consider my spiritual life to have started as riding on the genetic backs of my parents (and actually in the belly of my mother for a while, too), but even then I made specific choices on what to follow, because I believe our universe is based on various circumstantial options available to us throughout life. With growing and aging I used energies from other locations to further form and shape me. I believe I am a conglomerate of energies, bundles into what we normally consider a single materialized form. I believe I came together as one like the loose pieces of rock slowly forming the earth in the very beginning of the solar system; not one of the initial rocks could be considered being the earth until at least a large number of rocks had gotten together.
After my death, my energies will decay towards their natural state, and most likely, the energy will be picked up by others, just like I picked up energy from others over my lifetime. Is there a single spiritual fundamental me? I'd say, only in this lifetime. And only for as much as I worked on being one and considered and experienced it to be beneficial.
Will some parts not recycle? Maybe! But the parts that I used to create this lifetime of me were all recycled parts; the parts that did not have any previous experience (if I have any) are kind of quiet. So, I cannot know. Of course, collectively they provide me a 'reprint' of what was before. But unfortunately it is only a reprint, and build up from various (and sometimes conflicting) sides.
__________________ The difference between a structure based on unification and a structure without unification hinges on the question if nothing is just plain nothing or if nothing is mighty fundamental. Read In Search of a Cyclops with titillating mathematical evidence (see homepage) to find out if separation belongs to the fundamental basics of our universe - or not.
My PM revealed is but a recap of what you did, which just makes it all the more plain for those who might have missed your name calling posts? Now, they will review to verify and know more than they would have.
What did you hope to gain?
Did you realize that Mel was not even claiming anything from posters, but like wow, my angry response just came out of the blue, I'm confused and that she said bad things about her own actions already as people were complaining?
No, I guess not.
Really, Drift, as I PMed, is this you?
If the "clash is over 'ahole' ", get off my back, or you will be the one saying bye-bye.
Too bad, I really did like you, at one time.
"Friends may come
and friends may go,
and friends may peter out you know.
But peter out or peter in
We can remain as friends
until the end.
No time for 'you' and pls., don't pm me with anymore of your "poison pen", as you apparently did with Mel, until she had enough and reacted to your premeditated insolence on the forum.
"I can see who you really are."
You obviously don't know when to quit, and you obstinately persist, apparently, in spite of Michaels warnings, which also apply to 'you' too. hello
Wrong yet again, Drift. My PMs with Mel were quite pleasant. Ask her. (You won't, for then you won't be able to say since it will hurt your case). Nice try, but that last desperate ploy only shows you had no ammunition, only a bluff.
I reported your continuing 'a-hole' remarks; thus mkirkpatrick's warning.
The only provocation was Mel's admitted one. You have shown that you can find no more after being asked 4 times.
Will shortly draw Robert's attention to your revealing of private messages, an unforgivable act and not allowed on ToeQuest. (= bye-bye)
I only answered your own 3 un-quitable continuations after the clash. (even reminded you)
You placed yourself atween a rock, a hard place, a cliff, and a bottomless pit, for you couldn't provide specifics, couldn't address post content, couldn't defend Mel's admissions, and so your only choice became the continued name calling (as if that does anything about your 'points' never made).
Angry reactions, they say, have no brains.
This is all God talking to himself, for E is apparently unsettled.
Awaiting further great responses of you saying a-hole again, plus broad brush attacks without specifics, for you do love to repeat and re-run all the same posts.
(Quoted guys can't argue, but if they did I'd be really shocked at reality)
(from Shelley's early writings)
How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!
One pale as yonder wan and horned moon,
With lips of lurid blue,
The other glowing like the vital morn, _5
When throned on ocean's wave
It breathes over the world:
Yet both so passing strange and wonderful!
Hath then the iron-sceptred Skeleton,
Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres, _10
To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne
Cast that fair prey? Must that divinest form,
Which love and admiration cannot view
Without a beating heart, whose azure veins
Steal like dark streams along a field of snow, _15
Whose outline is as fair as marble clothed
In light of some sublimest mind, decay?
Nor putrefaction's breath
Leave aught of this pure spectacle
But loathsomeness and ruin?-- _20
Spare aught but a dark theme,
On which the lightest heart might moralize?
Or is it but that downy-winged slumbers
Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her lids
To watch their own repose? _25
Will they, when morning's beam
Flows through those wells of light,
Seek far from noise and day some western cave,
Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds
A lulling murmur weave?-- _30
Ianthe doth not sleep
The dreamless sleep of death:
Nor in her moonlight chamber silently
Doth Henry hear her regular pulses throb,
Or mark her delicate cheek _35
With interchange of hues mock the broad moon,
Outwatching weary night,
Without assured reward.
Her dewy eyes are closed;
On their translucent lids, whose texture fine _40
Scarce hides the dark blue orbs that burn below
With unapparent fire,
The baby Sleep is pillowed:
Her golden tresses shade
The bosom's stainless pride, _45
Twining like tendrils of the parasite
Around a marble column.
Hark! whence that rushing sound?
'Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps
Around a lonely ruin _50
When west winds sigh and evening waves respond
In whispers from the shore:
'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes
Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves
The genii of the breezes sweep. _55
Floating on waves of music and of light,
The chariot of the Daemon of the World
Descends in silent power:
Its shape reposed within: slight as some cloud
That catches but the palest tinge of day _60
When evening yields to night,
Bright as that fibrous woof when stars indue
Its transitory robe.
Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful
Draw that strange car of glory, reins of light _65
Check their unearthly speed; they stop and fold
Their wings of braided air:
The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car
Gazed on the slumbering maid.
Human eye hath ne'er beheld _70
A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful,
As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep
Waving a starry wand,
Hung like a mist of light.
Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds _75
Of wakening spring arose,
Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky.
Maiden, the world's supremest spirit
Beneath the shadow of her wings
Folds all thy memory doth inherit _80
From ruin of divinest things,
Feelings that lure thee to betray,
And light of thoughts that pass away.
For thou hast earned a mighty boon,
The truths which wisest poets see _85
Dimly, thy mind may make its own,
Rewarding its own majesty,
Entranced in some diviner mood
Of self-oblivious solitude.
Custom, and Faith, and Power thou spurnest; _90
From hate and awe thy heart is free;
Ardent and pure as day thou burnest,
For dark and cold mortality
A living light, to cheer it long,
The watch-fires of the world among. _95
Therefore from nature's inner shrine,
Where gods and fiends in worship bend,
Majestic spirit, be it thine
The flame to seize, the veil to rend,
Where the vast snake Eternity _100
In charmed sleep doth ever lie.How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!
One pale as yonder wan and horned moon,
With lips of lurid blue,
The other glowing like the vital morn, _5
When throned on ocean's wave
It breathes over the world:
Yet both so passing strange and wonderful!
Hath then the iron-sceptred Skeleton,
Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres, _10
To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne
Cast that fair prey? Must that divinest form,
Which love and admiration cannot view
Without a beating heart, whose azure veins
Steal like dark streams along a field of snow, _15
Whose outline is as fair as marble clothed
In light of some sublimest mind, decay?
Nor putrefaction's breath
Leave aught of this pure spectacle
But loathsomeness and ruin?-- _20
Spare aught but a dark theme,
On which the lightest heart might moralize?
Or is it but that downy-winged slumbers
Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her lids
To watch their own repose? _25
Will they, when morning's beam
Flows through those wells of light,
Seek far from noise and day some western cave,
Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds
A lulling murmur weave?-- _30
Ianthe doth not sleep
The dreamless sleep of death:
Nor in her moonlight chamber silently
Doth Henry hear her regular pulses throb,
Or mark her delicate cheek _35
With interchange of hues mock the broad moon,
Outwatching weary night,
Without assured reward.
Her dewy eyes are closed;
On their translucent lids, whose texture fine _40
Scarce hides the dark blue orbs that burn below
With unapparent fire,
The baby Sleep is pillowed:
Her golden tresses shade
The bosom's stainless pride, _45
Twining like tendrils of the parasite
Around a marble column.
Hark! whence that rushing sound?
'Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps
Around a lonely ruin _50
When west winds sigh and evening waves respond
In whispers from the shore:
'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes
Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves
The genii of the breezes sweep. _55
Floating on waves of music and of light,
The chariot of the Daemon of the World
Descends in silent power:
Its shape reposed within: slight as some cloud
That catches but the palest tinge of day _60
When evening yields to night,
Bright as that fibrous woof when stars indue
Its transitory robe.
Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful
Draw that strange car of glory, reins of light _65
Check their unearthly speed; they stop and fold
Their wings of braided air:
The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car
Gazed on the slumbering maid.
Human eye hath ne'er beheld _70
A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful,
As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep
Waving a starry wand,
Hung like a mist of light.
Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds _75
Of wakening spring arose,
Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky.
Maiden, the world's supremest spirit
Beneath the shadow of her wings
Folds all thy memory doth inherit _80
From ruin of divinest things,
Feelings that lure thee to betray,
And light of thoughts that pass away.
For thou hast earned a mighty boon,
The truths which wisest poets see _85
Dimly, thy mind may make its own,
Rewarding its own majesty,
Entranced in some diviner mood
Of self-oblivious solitude.
Custom, and Faith, and Power thou spurnest; _90
From hate and awe thy heart is free;
Ardent and pure as day thou burnest,
For dark and cold mortality
A living light, to cheer it long,
The watch-fires of the world among. _95
Therefore from nature's inner shrine,
Where gods and fiends in worship bend,
Majestic spirit, be it thine
The flame to seize, the veil to rend,
Where the vast snake Eternity _100
In charmed sleep doth ever lie.
Of course, in those days quantum mechanics and other modern knowledge was not available.
Here is my version:
As scientists state, energy does not get lost, and I believe I am at least energy on the spiritual level. Yet what I expect will happen after my death is a slow deterioration of my energetic construct at the spiritual level, all parts slowly falling back to their original selves, no longer required to support the one spiritual entity that I have been (or at least tried to be) my entire life.
I consider my spiritual life to have started as riding on the genetic backs of my parents (and actually in the belly of my mother for a while, too), but even then I made specific choices on what to follow, because I believe our universe is based on various circumstantial options available to us throughout life. With growing and aging I used energies from other locations to further form and shape me. I believe I am a conglomerate of energies, bundles into what we normally consider a single materialized form. I believe I came together as one like the loose pieces of rock slowly forming the earth in the very beginning of the solar system; not one of the initial rocks could be considered being the earth until at least a large number of rocks had gotten together.
After my death, my energies will decay towards their natural state, and most likely, the energy will be picked up by others, just like I picked up energy from others over my lifetime. Is there a single spiritual fundamental me? I'd say, only in this lifetime. And only for as much as I worked on being one and considered and experienced it to be beneficial.
Will some parts not recycle? Maybe! But the parts that I used to create this lifetime of me were all recycled parts; the parts that did not have any previous experience (if I have any) are kind of quiet. So, I cannot know. Of course, collectively they provide me a 'reprint' of what was before. But unfortunately it is only a reprint, and build up from various (and sometimes conflicting) sides.
Hi Fredrick, Namaste`
Upon a little preponderance would it be fair to say that our 'elemental' being decays and provides 'energy' after the decaying/life force is finally exhausted for other life forms here in this realm, and of our soul, as it comes into this 'elemental being, though it cannot be said to be a 'physical'element, (a facet of our persona at best) as in strictly 'scientific circles/terms'
and therefore cannnot be reproduced,except in child-bearing or artifcial insemination, yet we're told by the mystics and the philosphers the saints and the messengers of thi "God", that the soul continues on as an etheric, as opposed to an ephemeral 'real'/existence? I would doubt that this is the only one of Gods, realities.
Or so we are advised, do we heed the information or dismiss it as a skeptic, the one who doubts cannot doubt their own existence otherwise they wouldn't be adhereing to what they say they believe/do not believe in.
So then the question which begs an answer, do you see yourself as oly a swirling mass of physical atoms, which does indeed end and trasform into another source of enery for another form of life?, and from what does this swirling mass of atoms owe/see as it's animating and life-giving force?
Of course, in those days quantum mechanics and other modern knowledge was not available.
Here is my version:
As scientists state, energy does not get lost, and I believe I am at least energy on the spiritual level. Yet what I expect will happen after my death is a slow deterioration of my energetic construct at the spiritual level, all parts slowly falling back to their original selves, no longer required to support the one spiritual entity that I have been (or at least tried to be) my entire life.
I consider my spiritual life to have started as riding on the genetic backs of my parents (and actually in the belly of my mother for a while, too), but even then I made specific choices on what to follow, because I believe our universe is based on various circumstantial options available to us throughout life. With growing and aging I used energies from other locations to further form and shape me. I believe I am a conglomerate of energies, bundles into what we normally consider a single materialized form. I believe I came together as one like the loose pieces of rock slowly forming the earth in the very beginning of the solar system; not one of the initial rocks could be considered being the earth until at least a large number of rocks had gotten together.
After my death, my energies will decay towards their natural state, and most likely, the energy will be picked up by others, just like I picked up energy from others over my lifetime. Is there a single spiritual fundamental me? I'd say, only in this lifetime. And only for as much as I worked on being one and considered and experienced it to be beneficial.
Will some parts not recycle? Maybe! But the parts that I used to create this lifetime of me were all recycled parts; the parts that did not have any previous experience (if I have any) are kind of quiet. So, I cannot know. Of course, collectively they provide me a 'reprint' of what was before. But unfortunately it is only a reprint, and build up from various (and sometimes conflicting) sides.
Hi Fredrick, Namaste`
Upon a little preponderance would it be fair to say that our 'elemental' being decays and provides 'energy' after the decaying/life force is finally exhausted for other life forms here in this realm, and of our soul, as it comes into this 'elemental being, though it cannot be said to be a 'physical'element, (a facet of our persona at best) as in strictly 'scientific circles/terms'
and therefore cannnot be reproduced,except in child-bearing or artifcial insemination, yet we're told by the mystics and the philosphers the saints and the messengers of thi "God", that the soul continues on as an etheric, as opposed to an ephemeral 'real'/existence? I would doubt that this is the only one of Gods, realities.
Or so we are advised, do we heed the information or dismiss it as a skeptic, the one who doubts cannot doubt their own existence otherwise they wouldn't be adhereing to what they say they believe/do not believe in.
So then the question which begs an answer, do you see yourself as oly a swirling mass of physical atoms, which does indeed end and trasform into another source of enery for another form of life?, and from what does this swirling mass of atoms, owe to/see as, 'it's' animating and life-giving force?
“ Build a relationship with yourself now so that you will always be accompanied by your best friend.” 
Linear Mode
