Monthly Archives: January 2014

Who am I?

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Sooner or later we will face the question “who am I,” and go in different directions to look for answers.  Some turn to religions, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, etc. and consequently give themselves to God, in one form or another.  Others turn to theosophy and mysticism and discover meditation and learn that maybe they can approach the almighty with a still mind, so they put on a lot of effort and other activities, to stop the thought and so quiet the mind.
Some rely on science with its ever changing facts, and thus could we find endless ideas to turn to, the possibilities are many and varied.  We do all kinds of strange things in the hope of finding the answer to this question.

Many leave it at that, delusions, in the form of religion, meditation, exercise, and other systems, and ideas, satisfy their needs for importance, so they do not seek any further.
Others find that none of this is useful to them, no matter which path they choose, nothing seems to satisfy their needs.  There is always something missing.
Why, are they not satisfied?  Why does their effort not benefit them?  Why, can they not find what they are looking for?

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To love ourselves

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We crave for love and affection.  From our parents, relatives, and friends, from everywhere.  All our being is about the love and care we need and miss, and little else.  And if we do not have the love of others, then our existence is all about the love that we desire but do not get.

And we always seek it outside ourselves.  We give others little help here and there, take care of children for friends and relatives and visit the sick.  We are so loving, so caring and good and in return we get recognition, positive strokes.  A small light to warm us.  That is all.
We harvest only a small light which tickles our vanity for a while, but gives no true warmth.  And that which tickles our vanity is not real love or caring.  Why is it so difficult to find real love?

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Nothing is new under the sun, moon …

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We are full of ideas, of all kinds, actually of all there is, and we put it forward in many ways, in poems and phrases and other writings, without even knowing anything about the truthfulness and importance of what is said and written.
So we spread around us ideas and words, as they are the most important thing in the world, and actually quite new and fresh, and have never been told before.

Yet we may know that there is nothing new under the sun, as someone once said.  But how do we know it, or do we not, then how can we have words for it?  The words cannot exist unless there is something behind them, some images or ideas, can we then not say there is nothing new under the sun, or is perhaps something new there to find?

We have really no idea of the truth of what we say and hear, some are undoubtedly true and other lies.  Everything that has a name, everything that can be put into words exists, but not necessarily and always as the image or form that we have created about it, but it still exists.
A good example is the idea of Santa Claus, it has taken many changes with the times, got different look and meaning, yet we know that Santa does not exist, or does he, is he perhaps something other than a man with a white beard and the red hat, like joy and expectations of children at Christmas?

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Poverty, the fragments and the whole picture

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We see life in fragments, always, we can sometimes combine a few fragments and thus form larger picture, as of nations and continents, but little more than that.
We see organisms and can scale the image down to species and individuals within species and the condition of individuals within each species, and so on down to tiny units. But we never see the whole picture.  Yet it is there, as visible as the fragments, if we see fit.

This applies to all aspects of life, including poverty.  There are poor people in every nation, maybe not equally poor but still poor.  There are slums, poor nations, poor countries and poor continents.  Can you then imagine what the overall picture called poverty looks like?

Strange is it not?  No, not that we see just fragments and never the whole picture, but rather that there is poverty in a world that is full of wealth and enough of everything for everyone.

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Knowledge, to know something is to be something

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A wise man once said that knowledge was true opinion and another it was based on thought.  In the Icelandic Dictionary, from 1963 says that knowledge is a skill, understanding, it to know, and secondly intelligence.  While all of these definitions are in themselves good and valid, they are only other words for knowledge and shed no light on the actual knowledge.  So the remaining question is, what knowledge actually is?

If we define knowledge, generally, it can be said that it is a collection of all that we have seen, heard, read and tried and stored in the memory of the brain.  Knowledge is old memories.

Sometimes the knowledge is our own and sometimes others.  It may be visual, auditory and experience alone and also it all at once.
We see the environment, people or other and make of it images in our minds, sometimes we hear others descriptions of what we see, which in turn has a formative effect on the image that we create.  We have a variety of experiences stored in the memory.  And we gather us information through magazines and books.  All this knowledge we store then in our brain to trigger and use as needed.

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The invisible wall between matter and spirit

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We are convinced of our own importance, knowledge and ability, nothing can stop us, we are the best, god’s chosen species, and therefore, we were given all power in heaven and earth, and we took the power and began to create the world around us.
When we look at the world, our creativity and genius, it is not particularly remarkable sight facing us, actually rather frightening, wars, competition sports, famine, greed, beauty contest, poverty and wealth.  Hate.  Endless hatred.  Created by men, for men.

We are life and life is us.  If it were not for the life we could not do anything, neither move nor think.  Our existence is the creation of life.

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What is death?

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We often wonder what happens to us in death.  We are afraid of death and would like to know what we have coming.  Will we survive as individuals in some kind of heaven and play golf there, or else, forever.  Not exactly an exciting thought.  But is it something like that, we have to come?  Or will we just disappear into the ground and be eaten by worms, and change finally into soil?  There are countless ideas hovering around the world, but no one can say that he knows for sure what will happen.

We cannot know whether life has a purpose, or whether there is life after death, until after death, and if there is nothing, we know of course nothing.
At first glance we may be tempted to conclude the matter thus, and think no more about it.  Except creating all kinds of ideas that will soften our fears.
But the fact that we cannot know until after death or maybe never, equals that we cannot know it here and now.  More is not to say about it.  We have to wait.

But is it so, do we have to wait, or can we possibly know this?
Would it not be more natural to as ask what death is?  What is death?  How close can we come to death while still living?  What really happens on this side of life when we die, and can we use it to approach the topic?

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