Spirituality and Religion

[melanie]

What could be projecting a holographic body and/or universe?

Consciousness, the light of latent awareness.

We are subatomic electric particles / electrons.



I am not the picture on my computer monitor.
I am electricity.

I am not the processing in my microchip.
I am electricity.

I am not the data on my hard drive.
I am electricity.

I am the life in all of these three.
I am the electricity.

A model for meditation: The computer can be used as a modern metaphor for understanding the process of Yoga meditation and the levels of consciousness through which one journeys. By understanding these levels or stages, it is much easier to understand how meditation is not used merely as a means of relaxation or psychic experience, but as the means for the realization of the ever pure, ever joyful core of our being, by whatever name you choose to call that center.

By:Play_Dough

'' Fundamentally, we are in ('reality') a holographic reflection of our own consciousness and the contents thereof. ''

http://www.swamij.com/computers-consciousness.htm

[melanie]

If your god asked you to sacrifice your child what would you say?

If NO – then you are an atheist.
If YES – then you are a very dangerous person.

That’s just my atheist opinion.

God is an atheist. So there is no sacrifice.

[austintorn@aol.com]

WHAT IS MAN (AND WO-MAN)
BUT SAPIENS SUPREME

Oh Man! What a piece of work, the mind;
What noble deeds done and undone in kind.
What Rube Goldberg inventions heaped upon—
In the layers of brains the mind is made upon.

What is this sapiens mammal animal,
But of some slime and of brutish law.

Let us ‘neglect’ this state of affairing
On the grounds that it is unappealing.

So, then…

We are spun of the Eternal Golden Braid,
Those windings of Truth, Love, and Beauty made
From the Goodness of Purity Immortal—
The Theory of Everything’s singular portal.

What is Man but the special chosen species
For which all the plants grow and the waters reach,
For which the Earth turns ‘round, and orbits
A nuclear furnace spreading Love’s energy,
Enabling us to thrive above any and all creation.

What is Man but the only bloom for which all
The 13.7 billions years of evolution and love
Have occurred in a predetermined random yeast
To form and flower such a vainglorious beast.

It’s ever on forever’s edge that we meet our destiny,
That in our temporary parentheses of Eternity
We would flourish for just a moment, bidden
As the blossoms of Perfection’s Flower Garden.

A hundred trillion stars and countless shores
Were built to light our universal nights explored;
Forty million other lower species, too, the All-Might
Placed about our world, merely for our delight.

Our name is Writ Large on the Heaven’s marquee,
In the supernovae stardust showered from Thee.
From Nothing not You came, but, of a naught
Our own universe was made and ever wrought.

A starring role we play in this reality show,
Every atom spinning fine just for us to know,
Our ancestors rising/falling for us to stand upon,
Oh man! They lived and died for our lone promise!

Every shaft of light shines with us in mind;
Thus, it beams forth our beginning and our end—
In and of God’s hidden and Heavenly Shrine.
Oh life! We cherish being, that of yours and mine.

We do so much deserve reward beyond this role—
And so it is that one’s immortal spirit-soul,
That angelic vapour that drives a living being,
Shall go forth to glory on behind the scene.

We are not merely some mammally organic luck,
But purposely evolved on this planet, near a star,
In that intended long and winding mindless ‘birth’
Of slowly drifting time, dust, and selection by death
That ever sifted the best from the rest: Sapiens!

(Now why is the soul so ‘true’ and so far with it faith goes?
It is only because one so much wishes it to be what knows.)