ESTO 19

Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

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Are we totally wrong

I am talking about multiple possibilities that seem hard to believe

But which impact every conscious being on this planet

Consider

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Heaven exists or afterlife is a pipe dream or a fantasy

That is an either-or for you

But let’s assume you know that consciousness is beyond the body

And you have some acquaintance with evidence of an afterlife

That is where my questioning begins

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Heaven is said to be like Earth

But without harm and other conditions that make life a burden to us all at some point

(Hold that thought)

Consider that

Everything we see here and in the world beyond

Is the product of our conscious imaging

Consider that such energy (power) that exists

Is converted by mind into intentions

And that we are participants in the work of creation

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Here is where it gets interesting

You come back from your near death experience

You saw your grandma

She was beautiful and not a day over 32

Someone else walks by and does not see her

Or she visible as a ball of light

We create realities by our intentions and thoughts

But clearly our thoughts alone do not account for that second iteration of grandma

Everything is created

By all who consent to an intention

By an intelligence which operates in concert with input we all produce

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I experience Abba

I experience Jesus

There can be as many experiences of these two entities as there are sets of eyes and pairs of ears

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If you read Idealist philosophy

The good Bishop Berkeley for example

Our Creator thinks everything that is

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If we are part of our Creator

We think at least some of what is

Our sense is real to us

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Is this line of thinking totally wrong

Not necessarily

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When I was 4 years old

There was monster in the hall outside my room

I was convinced of it

I made my parents put the light on in the hall

I agonized

I kept an eye on the lit hallway

It ran the length of the second floor

Then it turned in the direction of my door

I was scared

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It came to a head one night

I spied an ominous shadow going all the way to the ceiling

About to turn the corner

Then it vanished

Whatever it was had been there

I knew just as clearly that whatever it was was gone

For good

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Whatever it was

I thought it away

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Reality is all

That dark form was as real as the wall

So was its disappearance

So was cemented my sense of being alone in the world

It was not discomforting

I felt then I am not like everyone else

I still feel that

A transcendence

A pride perhaps

I still do not understand it now

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I am sure we all have such experiences

Reality cannot be measured, sliced, and diced

I have all sorts of ideas I have not been able to create on earth

I look forward to learning how in the more malleable reaches of

The Reality in which we live

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Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

steverose@gmail.com I am 86 and remain active on Twitter and Medium. I have lots of writings on Kindle modestly priced and KU enabled. We live on!