This is very close to my dream. I don't expect to exist after my death, however—though I hope I do and that it's no worse (and preferably much better) than my life has been so far.
My dream IS a dream of survival, and not just survival but blissful survival.
fairy tales can come true ,they can happen to me and you ,if your young at heart... am i lie ing to my self or is someone lie ing through me about me ... etc ... well this crossed my mind ... we are all lie ers thieves ,killers ,selfish egoists ,decievers ,thugs , perverts , sado maschocists ,parasites ,lovers if sins , lovers of things thoughts words and deeds that defile the remnents of our devine nature etc and this is a part of hell and we are cosmic criminals who deserve to be here on this planet reaping what we have sown , there is no evil vile word thought or deed that i havent commited,,, im guilty as charged by the satan , i admit everything .. and i plead for mercy and Jesus Christ my justification when He pleaded for me / us all saying " forgive them Father for they dont know what they do .... Glory and eternal thanks to the Father Son and Holy Spirit for ever
Thank-you dear Ray....you are the best! I am so grateful that l found your Substack. I have learned so much from you & your many subscribers with their wise & insightful input. It's not just the wisdom & knowledge here....it's the spiritual base that inspires me.
Thank you for your appreciation, but please, don't forget that the "spiritual base" is in you and in my other readers; I only supply the playground. :)
The good thing is that our bodies are only temporary. Our hearts and souls go on - and we'll see one another as people trying to do Christ's work. Peace.
Oh my brother, tears of happy here as you articulate the song in my gut. If you were in front of me you scored a huge dose of vitamin H ! That’s a hug, I’ve always considered it as one of the essentials hence it’s vitamin status. You have my gratitude for writing and showing us you . Through these transactions I can see a wee bit better and keep adjusting myself, endless in fact. Stay warm on this chilly evening.
" forgive them father they know not what they do " for me the greatest most beautifull transendant justifying mercifull , loving heart mind soul event in history.... that is my hope and life thank you dear good god
Oh, dear... Everyone knows, if they are interested. Even in WW1, soldiers foretold the place and the time of their deaths by the minute... I certainly know mine...
Nobody knows enough about it. My best guess is that people who have always accepted themselves and desired nothing much, have this eerie capability. Dunno. The only thing I know is that the phenomenon has a history (Heinrich Böll even wrote a long short story about it, called "The Train Was on Time"
Tolstoy's "The Kingdom of God is Within You" is being brought to mind by this story, which had a portion depicting a train ride he'd taken along with soldiers being sent to quell the peasant uprising, which was a pretty good critique of the follies that surround the machine's March of Death; but does anyone listen for more than a second or two, before drifting back into the fold of warm denial??
Time is telling, and the numbers aren't what I'd call pleasant to behold, with so many choosing a fictional fairy tale over the cold reality of the truth-- whose cold, brutal honesty becomes a real friend (to some) after dealing with the warm, pliable, 'say anything that will get their vote', snake-tongued sorcerers of the lie. Cheers!
This is very close to my dream. I don't expect to exist after my death, however—though I hope I do and that it's no worse (and preferably much better) than my life has been so far.
My dream IS a dream of survival, and not just survival but blissful survival.
Kittens are cute, soft, gentle and lovable. Yet, they kill for a living. Our world's paradox.
Kind of reminds me of how "innocent" children are...
seems to me that is our memory of our heavenly home " my kingdom is not of this world" Jesus
fairy tales can come true ,they can happen to me and you ,if your young at heart... am i lie ing to my self or is someone lie ing through me about me ... etc ... well this crossed my mind ... we are all lie ers thieves ,killers ,selfish egoists ,decievers ,thugs , perverts , sado maschocists ,parasites ,lovers if sins , lovers of things thoughts words and deeds that defile the remnents of our devine nature etc and this is a part of hell and we are cosmic criminals who deserve to be here on this planet reaping what we have sown , there is no evil vile word thought or deed that i havent commited,,, im guilty as charged by the satan , i admit everything .. and i plead for mercy and Jesus Christ my justification when He pleaded for me / us all saying " forgive them Father for they dont know what they do .... Glory and eternal thanks to the Father Son and Holy Spirit for ever
I love that. Thanks for your dream.
I found a great poem on death yesterday and I typed it up:
There is No Death
The Bhagavad Gita Chapter 2
Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die.
Nor I, nor thou, nor any one of these,
Ever was not, nor ever will not be,
For ever and for ever afterwards.
All that doth live, lives always! To man's frame
As there come infancy and youth and age,
So come there raisings-up and layings-down
Of other and of other life-abodes,
Which the wise know, and fear not....
The soul that with a strong and constant calm
Takes sorrow and takes joy indifferently,
Lives in the life undying! That which is
Can never cease to be: that which is not
Will not exist. To see this truth of both
Is theirs who part essence from accident,
Substance from shadow. Indestructible,
Learn thou! the Life is, spreading life through all:
It cannot anywhere, by any means,
Be anywise diminished, stayed or changed.
But for these fleeting frames which it informs
With spirit deathless, endless, infinite,
They parish...
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 for ever;
Death hath not touched it at all,
dead though the house of it seems!
Nay, but as when one layeth
His worn-out robes away,
And taking new ones, sayeth,
"These will I wear to-day!"
So putteth by the spirit
Lightly its garb of flesh,
And passeth to inherit
A residence afresh
I say to thee weapons reach not the Life:
Flame burns it not, waters cannot o'erwhelm,
Nor dry winds wither it. Impenetrable,
Unentered, unassailed, unharmed, untouched,
Immortal, all-arriving, stable, sure,
Invisible, ineffable, by word
And thought uncompassed, ever all itself,
Thus is the Soul declared! How wilt thou then,--
Knowing it so, --grieve when thou shouldst not greive?
How, if thou hearest that the man new-dead
Is, like the man new-born, still living man --
One same, existent Spirit --wilt thou weep?
The end of birth is death; the end of death
Is birth; this is ordained! and mournest thou,
Chief of the stalwart arm! for what befalls
Which could not otherwise befall? The birth
Of living things comes unperceived; the death
Comes unperceived; between them, beings perceive;
What is there sorrowful herein, dear Prince?
I have the same dream. We never die. We only transform. ❤️
You are not dying.
Proof that you are not dying is that you are planning more Substack posts and have subscriber options.
Thank-you dear Ray....you are the best! I am so grateful that l found your Substack. I have learned so much from you & your many subscribers with their wise & insightful input. It's not just the wisdom & knowledge here....it's the spiritual base that inspires me.
Thank you for your appreciation, but please, don't forget that the "spiritual base" is in you and in my other readers; I only supply the playground. :)
A welcome dream to have amidst this, ahem, 'clown world' as many are calling it.
Sleep well, amigo, and let the dreams continue, unto their fruition.
The good thing is that our bodies are only temporary. Our hearts and souls go on - and we'll see one another as people trying to do Christ's work. Peace.
Oh my brother, tears of happy here as you articulate the song in my gut. If you were in front of me you scored a huge dose of vitamin H ! That’s a hug, I’ve always considered it as one of the essentials hence it’s vitamin status. You have my gratitude for writing and showing us you . Through these transactions I can see a wee bit better and keep adjusting myself, endless in fact. Stay warm on this chilly evening.
I believe lack of Vitamin H is what kills the elderly and ill. I second your sweet sentiment.
" forgive them father they know not what they do " for me the greatest most beautifull transendant justifying mercifull , loving heart mind soul event in history.... that is my hope and life thank you dear good god
It will come true, Ray.
We will enjoy it together, with all our friends, relatives, pets, and other brother and sisters in arms.
And it is guaranteed!
Lovely dream, Ray.
Thanks, I especially needed that today!
Dear Friend, it IS already true in our hearts! Where else could it possibly exist?
What are these morbid thoughts lately? Noone knows how much time there is left
Morbid? Quite the contrary. I think death is just as important, if not more so, than birth.
Oh, dear... Everyone knows, if they are interested. Even in WW1, soldiers foretold the place and the time of their deaths by the minute... I certainly know mine...
OK explain how. I am now intrigued. Maybe a new blog post?
Nobody knows enough about it. My best guess is that people who have always accepted themselves and desired nothing much, have this eerie capability. Dunno. The only thing I know is that the phenomenon has a history (Heinrich Böll even wrote a long short story about it, called "The Train Was on Time"
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/69887.The_Train_Was_on_Time (Der Zug war pünktlich)
Tolstoy's "The Kingdom of God is Within You" is being brought to mind by this story, which had a portion depicting a train ride he'd taken along with soldiers being sent to quell the peasant uprising, which was a pretty good critique of the follies that surround the machine's March of Death; but does anyone listen for more than a second or two, before drifting back into the fold of warm denial??
Time is telling, and the numbers aren't what I'd call pleasant to behold, with so many choosing a fictional fairy tale over the cold reality of the truth-- whose cold, brutal honesty becomes a real friend (to some) after dealing with the warm, pliable, 'say anything that will get their vote', snake-tongued sorcerers of the lie. Cheers!
I don't know anything about this.