Somewhere that you've supposedly never been...

Okay, I'm a stop philophysing now. If you think that then I don't want to be a bad representitive for God. I'm just trying to keep you from going to Hell, but I'm dum and can't think of smart stuff to say.

 

I know you probably mean well But you know, for someone who's reached the conclusion that that hell doesnt even exist(like myself) your post was pretty much badly aimed and disrespectful. Its important to remember that not everyone believes in heaven, hell and Judgement day.
So, making threats about what could happen really isnt going to help. What would help is if you put your views across in a more sensitive manner which we could generally relate to, so that we could actually consider them as a possibility

Trying to save people from hell is a very noble thing to do. But really, the last thing we need is more fear in this world.

 

All energy is cyclic man, it's neither created nor destroyed, it just interacts, and reacts, and is in a constant progress of re-manifestation through what ever medium it's passing through

I don't profess to know the answer but surely there is no way you can assure me that a part of me, my being, my conciousness, has not been here before. I feel we all draw from both a collective conciousness (instinct) and our own particular paths or strands of the web (past lives).

I took a trip out to BC last year because I just needed to get out of here and something was calling me out there, my journey somehow ended me up on Haida Gwaii. I sat one night around a fire, at a logging blockade, must have been the wee hours of the morning. I was sitting with 5 or 6 others, most of them from the Haida nation, another who had moved to the island 10 years prior from Ontario and a metis from Saskatchewan. The conversation stuck up about how the Haida were decimated by small pox from exposure to europeans. From a strong warrior nation of over 15000 to just over 800 refugees who concentrated in one last village. Durring the century passed since then there has been a constant arrival of people to Haida Gwaii (a series of islands off the north pacific coast of British Columbia)who simply arrive knowing that somehow they're finally home again, even though they have never been there before. The haida feel so strongly about this repatriation that some people with no physical blood of the Haida are adopted by the clans because it is simply known by the elders who a part of them used to be. It felt like I had known those people, and had been sitting around that fire for an eternity. When you breathe in the atmosphere of those islands, and meet those elders, you know what truths are held in thier eyes for you.

oh, and PS, on the this subject of dreams, and reality, and conciousness y'all need to check out the film Waking Life

peace