There is no God, because you are it

We are all of the same source. Our bodies are mere extensions between the lower dimensions, realities, frequencies or whatever you want to call them. We are all one being experiencing itself trough infinite vessels.


Enjoying the ride yet?

We are both fully divine and entirely devoid of divinity. We are the consciously aware empty nothingness, from which the universe and all experience flows.

It is beyond all experience and thought; the mind cannot see it or think it. It is truly infinite; the mind is finite. It is beyond all concepts, because concepts are finite.

And that is why we are both divine and not divine. Because divinity is a concept, and this conscious awareness is beyond concepts.

You are never going to find the truth through thought, stories and language.

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The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

I know that we are all interconnected as one, but do you mean that each body that a "person/personality" possesses is a soul fragment of everyone and everything? Are you saying that there are no individual souls or are you saying that we have a supreme soul that we all share?

You are just hypnotising yourself, not me. Dust to dust = your destiny. Or find sanity again. Your thinking is full of holes, nothingness. Finding logics again would help you.

The Kingdom of God is inside you and all around you,
Not in a mansion of wood and stone.
Split a piece of wood and God is there,
Lift a stone and you will find God."

Of course it's full of holes. That's the point. It's a complete contradiction. The truth does not operate on logic.

Your mind is what's preventing you from seeing it. So you can't use your mind to find it.

If you do not use your mind to bring you to its boundaries you will lose it.

I should be fired.

Exactly! You must lose your mind.

The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.”

Psalm 14:1

Wow, great argument.

Yes, within this experience, the individual soul is part of a greater oversoul. And these greater oversouls are part of more supreme souls. And all of these kinds of stories begin and end and continue on, changing forever.

The point is that these are just stories and experiences. Even the soul is an illusion, because it is just another experience, another part of the story.

The truth has no story. The stories are just coming up like a dream, and being witnessed by the eternally aware self. They aren't real.

We are all of the same source. Our bodies are mere extensions between the lower dimensions, realities, frequencies or whatever you want to call them. We are all one being experiencing itself trough infinite vessels.


Enjoying the ride yet?

God is not some guy in the sky! God is EVERYTHING! God is REALITY ITSELF! THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.

You would go insane, is my point. No good approach. IMO

Wow, great argument.

The soul is the higher you, as it is there to guide you. Yes! it's another story, but the story is to advance to the next stage of our development.

I would like to think, that our Soul, also wants to advance. For the Souls to advance, it's lower being must also.

I would like to think the truth about life on Earth is positive Energy. Take off the blanket of negativity some of us wear, and we will be closer to the source, light that light shine bright.

Religitard quotes

Some people do go insane, but there is really no other way.

This is why we have spiritual gurus, enlightened beings, Buddha, Jesus, and so on, to help us along the path. They've already been through it and can help one to remain stable enough throughout the whole journey.

Unfortunately many of them are charlatans.

Religitard quotes

We are god? NO way bro, i think there is a crazy man watching me while i sleep and shower in the sky.