Pablo Stemann – When we think of death – most of us will project ourselves forward, to that inevitable juncture in time when our journey in this realm supposedly ends – Well, that’s what our five senses tell us anyway, and we trust our five senses – Well, we shouldn’t.
When our loved ones “die”, we farewell them goodbye, we experience a loss, we never see them again, we lose contact, and for all we know, they’re gone forever, and the same fate awaits us, at any turn of the road – but again here, our conditioned mind and our five senses are failing us miserably. We’re seeing but a tiny speck of the bigger picture.
One way of getting around this “death as a termination event”, is trying the other option, which is just as obvious, and just as inevitable: where, or what were we before manifesting in this realm? Where did we come from?
Buddhists will tell you that for each individual human soul entering the wheel of Samsara, there is a grand Cycle of 3,000 turns around it, each turn comprised of 108 lifetimes – as a human being. That is 324,000 lifetimes – just like the one you’re having now.
And where were we before entering the wheel of Samsara? And before that..? And before that?
It’s the grand paradox of TIME, the great trickster. It is, and it isn’t – it’s bendable, it’s flexible – it’s totally unreliable – but hey – it’s real. Continue reading
Chris Bell – Free-thinkers will all struggle at times to comprehend why mainstream viewpoints can remain unquestioned by those around them. Why people will aggressively push the dominant viewpoint even when it’s outdated, unhelpful, or even blatantly contradicted by evidence. Why these viewpoints leave no room for others to hold differing ones, and complete conformity is often the end goal, even though free-thinkers advocate individual freedom and choice.
Plants are amazing, aren’t they? They have no need to roam about hunting other creatures for food, because they figured out a way to capture the energy of the Sun directly through these little light-harvesting molecules known as chlorophyll; a molecule, incidentally, which bears uncanny resemblance to human blood because it is structurally identical to hemoglobin, other than it has a magnesium atom at its core and not iron as in red blooded animals.