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   From: rgrentcom@kcnet.com   
      
   "Dorian West"  wrote in message   
   news:41ffccfc$1@dnews.tpgi.com.au...   
      
   (Lots of stuff clipped, see previous posts)   
      
   > This is all fine, if true, but how can you prove what you say is true if   
   > on the other instance you say the meat world is left behind and CONSIDERED   
   > EXTREEEEEEMMMMEEELLLY BORING? Where do you illicit your information from   
   > if the departed move on to an exciting new world?   
      
   I didn't say ALL of the 'dead' move on; and the only reason that it may be   
   'exciting' is that they are suddenly thrust into a much less   
   familiar/remembered environment.  I would rather use the word "terrific", in   
   the old style of the word, not good/bad in itself but of such momentous   
   inspired awe at still being alive and so much MORE as spirit free of the   
   physical, that it is nearly impossible to communicate it, especially not in   
   words.   
      
   I said that some few "hang around" to try and remain in contact with the   
   'meat world' out of [sic] ignorance of their new place in an ongoing life.   
   True psychics of limited energy should be able to communicate with these   
   spirits in a limited fashion but to no purpose; these spirits can't relate   
   what is going on in the 'other side' because they haven't gone there yet and   
   re-membered/connected to it.  The only things they desire are "meat"   
   solutions to their incorporeal existence which is an impossibility.   
      
   And, it isn't "information" that can be ellicited; it is a choice to believe   
   in the unseen endpoint of myriad and voluminous amounts of research by   
   centuries of others who sometimes see and even travel back and forth to the   
   'undiscovered country'.   
      
   More energetic psychics tend to be older souls who have more experience with   
   (memories of) and accessibility to the 'other side' even though they are   
   enfleshed, but again (usually) to no purpose.  They know that there is   
   nothing that will change the ongoing evolution of us, either physically or   
   spiritually, and so choose not to make an ineffectual effort.  Each thing   
   comes forth in its own time.   
      
   (Parable break!)   
   I had begun my life in a land of beautiful trees.  But, one night I went to   
   sleep, and in the morning as I woke I found myself in a distant land that   
   had no trees.  It took me many years to learn the ways and language of this   
   new place, but I could never quite find the most accurate ways to describe   
   the beautiful trees of the country from where I came. How to describe the   
   wondrous green luminosity of the leaves and the strength of branches and   
   pungent sweetness of its fruit to encourage and protect the other life that   
   lived in them?   
      
   Most people called me mad, saying that I had only had a dream, or a fever,   
   that my imagination had created a lie.  They told me that I had always lived   
   with them, they could point to the day that I arrived among them, marking it   
   as my 'birth' day.  They were always asking, "If these things exist, where   
   are these 'leaves' these 'fruits'?" But none survived my travel to this   
   place and I had no proof.  I traveled on in that country, telling the story   
   of my existence in that other before place, learning of the myriad ways that   
   people-without-trees had come to live.  Some few were kinsman who remembered   
   and painted and wrote and even tried to build trees, but being fake trees,   
   non-living/rejuvenating things, they eventually fell apart only to be   
   rebuilt in some new fashion by their believing followers who called these   
   trees 'religion', 'science', 'government', 'culture', 'art' and 'education'.   
      
   At some point, being very tired, I laid down to sleep and upon waking again   
   found that I had returned to my own land, to find a renewed energy and   
   profound awareness of the awesome beauty of the trees that I knew.  I   
   thought that I had remembered them accurately, but to see them again was a   
   living lesson in the lack of my old senses and memories.  Their living   
   marvel was enough to inspire awe. And even though I joyed in the wonderful   
   green peace of them, I couldn't help thinking of all those who I had left   
   behind, all of those that would all be here with me again.  I knew that   
   sometime in the future, I would come awake in that land again, and I would   
   continue to remind my family and myself, that one day we would all be coming   
   home.  In fact, I planned on it.  But for now, I enjoyed the singing of the   
   wind and birds, the food, the color and the cries of welcome from friends   
   who were coming through the wood to greet my return.   
   (End Parable)   
      
   As far as 'proving' anything?  I can't.  All that I can do is to think and   
   to study and to decide ulitimately what I choose to believe is 'real'.  Yes,   
   there is the reality of what I can see and touch, etc. and maybe, for some   
   people, that is all that is required for their ongoing contentment and   
   happiness in life.  However, within my mind and my spirit is a great place,   
   a forever country, where I am more content to live, and teach, to be free   
   and to love.  How is that such a terrible thing?  Why are there so many who   
   are so intent on tearing down what they say is only a dream?  "It is a   
   crutch", they say, "An addiction of the mind to a lie.  By acting in   
   accordance to this fantasy you deny the responsibility we expect of you to   
   maintain the world in a way that all of us can touch.  By speaking this lie,   
   you infect us with it, either for us to have the lieing dream that you have,   
   or having to spend our time and resources in fighting and destroying and   
   guarding against it. Even if it isn't dangerous now, it could become so   
   later, let's just root it out!"   
      
   Yes, every bit of it might be a lie.  But isn't the beauty and peace and   
   love that it encourages enough to let it live on?  I think that we should   
   continue to use every tool available to us to build a bridge between 'here'   
   and 'there'.  I don't think that one or the other should be torn down.   
      
   One of the axioms of The Great Law, the Theory of Evolution is:  There is   
   greater survival (for the whole of life, not any individual species that is   
   unable to adapt) in greater diversity.  What could be more diverse than   
   worlds of the 'dead' and the 'living' than only one or the other?   
      
   Roger Ruffner   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)