Our reality
(From night school last night)
We have no idea
how well this will come out. It was very clear and yet quite
abstract, at least to 3D thinking. The first thing We real-eyesed is
that We often play and experience these classes and recess with
friends. Sometimes these friends are from Our waking world, often
there are brand new friends whom We meet for the first time plus a
few regulars from Our dream worlds. This time, We experienced as
a/the collective rather than individuals. We were not really aware
of this until this morning when We tried to remember who We were
experiencing class with.
We theel this
collective will become more and more noticeable and experiential as
We move forward.
We were shown
how much Our life (that We are normally aware of) is truly like a
movie. It is like We shot One hundred hours of film (and more) and
then edited it down, cut out vast amounts and spliced it All together
to look linear and sequential. We reduced over One hundred hours of
film down to about an hour. (Add in commercials and previews of
coming attractions and it will last about two hours.)
Most of Our
life lies on the cutting room floor. So to speak of course.
The way class
started was We saw Our memories of segments of Our life (say a day,
or some special event) like a giant Us had a hold of a rather
globular object (like a balloon only not as defined or restricted)
and We were squeezing off a small portion (kind of like how people
make balloon figures). That memory of the day or event is this small
squeezed off portion of the balloon. The actual day (or event) is
the entire balloon and Our memory (what We think of, or are aware of
as the entire event) is only a very small fragment of what actually
transpired. The entire balloon (what actually happened) could be the
size of a weather balloon or the Goodyear Blimp or even larger and
Our memory is the size of a soap bubble.
Even Our now
that We (most of Us) are aware of is only this tiny soap bubble.
Even Our wildest, biggest and bestest dreams/imaginings are only a
tiny soap bubble. And yes, sometimes Our bubbles get popped, usually
by Our own Blimp.
When the memory
or tiny bubble or squeezed off portion is squeezed tight enough it
separates from the whole. (Now We see that this can also be
analogous of Our imagined separation from source and each other)
What should be a rupture (in the main balloon and fragment both)
seals immediately with no apparent damage.
Then
We magikaly arrange a whole bunch of bubbles to appear as a continuum
when “they” are actually only fragments of what is (or was)
actually happening. Of course, We normally think of OurSelves as
being inside these little bitty bubbles rather than being big enough
and powerful enough to squeeze off little portions of infinity, oops
I mean large balloons.
After
playing with Our balloons a while We switched to the film and movie
analogy. We experienced shooting hours and hours of film and then
snipping out One little frame and calling it “All that happened”.
The rest was left discarded on the floor for the janitor to deal
with. Then We spliced a number of these single frames together and
called that sequential time as experienced it in Our life up until
now. (Some of Us even cheat and splice in frames/parts that have not
happened yet.)
In
reality, the majority of time lies discarded on the cutting room
floor or drifts away as 99 Red Balloons. click
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