A breast and womb of world

Concentrating our thoughts on deciphering what we are, who we are, what we seriously believe in, where we think we will go after death and suchlike, makes us realize that, at this point in life, we still don't know much about what happens after we die.

When we are either skeptical wanting to believe or spiritualists looking for signs, we notice that even though we believe in rebirth rather than the resurrection of the flesh, something inside us thinks there is "someplace" waiting for us, no longer heaven or hell, that I left behind along with the creationist theory that never really fitted into my creative, imaginative and inquisitive thinking.

Every culture exerts a frontal or subtle influence on the collective and individual psyche, and although one tries to shake off and see beyond the obvious, it inadvertently happens to us as they say it does to those who say they do not believe in God, but at the time of the little girl when they press their deepest fears, they cry out to Him in fear.

The question of the week insists on the spiritual and
is presented in these terms:

This is an unusual question, and one that I think might be quite interesting to think about. Would you want to be human again.? Would you like to try living life again under different circumstances, or in a different culture? Maybe you would like to live a lifetime in the cosmic realm, perhaps as the spirit of a planet or a sun or moon, experiencing life over many millions and billions of years. Whatever you think we would love to hear about it!

This theme comes as a ring to the finger in these times so ominous and full of uncertainty in which we cling to what seems to us a support for our spirit and our fragile mind that being so "strong", often falls prey to panic and sinks into depressive states difficult to escape.

Renaissance by KHphotography in Pixabay

Resurrection or Rebirth

Today, more than ever, we want to believe that we are God's creation and not that God is our creation. I heard this phrase somewhere and it moved me enormously.

I believe that just as writing exalts the Divinity with which we are related, so our mind perceives it as superior and necessary to maintain order in the world, because what would become of us without the divine presence, without superior beings to whom we would give pleasingly, because since archaic ages we seek to discover the divine in every phenomenon that alters our senses and generates states of astonishment and surrender before the great.

Particularly, I recognize myself as a being in transition. Someone who has been evolving on the basis of his philosophical-creative thought, more than on the religious one. Endowed with an imagination that transcends worlds, that lives beyond reality, seeking in the alternate singularities of time, space, and other dimensions, intuition, more than knowledge, feeling more than assurance.

Zigzagging in faith, I can say that I have been sensing that we have the capacity to be reborn with certain choices derived from gender and function within the group of familiar souls with whom we have associated to play the role we consider we are doing best in the theater of life.

But this theory has black holes such as where it goes, once stripped of the flesh, what our energy looks like without the body. If we are all encouraging a cycle of rebirth...do we recognize ourselves, in some way...can we choose not to be born anymore and associate our energy with a larger receptacle that allows another type of evolution? Can we choose to be animals or non-human beings?

However, I am running out of satisfactory answers and my mind and spirit are struggling between skepticism and moderate faith.

Milky-wayby Free-Photos in Pixabay

The Universe is energy in motion

For some time now, I have entered into a phase of denial about something else after I stopped breathing. My intuition guides me toward prodigious brain processes learned collectively. Something like we are the sum of all that our ancestors have lived and learned. Information passed on from generation to generation through the DNA. What survives us is the individual memory poured into the family and the collective memory, memory that is pure energy.

Something superior animates us, a mixture of animal and divine, at the same time, it guides us and at the same time releases us so that we are free to choose what we believe we should be and do with our fundamental energy, for the good of all beings, of the planet, of the galaxies. The Universe is energy and we are an infinitesimal part of it.

So, I believe that we are energy incarnate, but energy. Our form, time, and space shared with others is unrepeatable. Therefore, I am beginning to accept with a certain fear that there is nothing more after this life. That we are in the presence of a miracle that we do not appreciate out of ignorance, but that we are recognizing and weighing. There is no evidence of anything because there is nothing. The nothing that wraps us up and protects us from the cold of not feeling anything. Because feelings and emotions are the most important part of what we call life.

However, if it were possible to be reborn and choose what I would be in my next life, I would choose to be a WOMAN, again, because the feminine ingratiates me with the essence of the life, of the mother, key of mystery of Love, light and darkness, breast and womb of life.

Mother by one_life in Pixabay