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~The Origin Of Worship~

“I see many rationalist, pragmatic, skeptic, and scientifically-minded people misunderstanding the origin of the phenomena of worship. They tend to see it as a hoax or a con perpetrated by shysters and demagogues on small-minded folk who haven’t learned enough critical thinking skills. But that’s not true worship.

Yes, there is that silly form of worship, such as maybe worshiping the Pope. People worship the Pope without even knowing what the guy did or why he’s Pope. He could be an elitist asshole and people would still bow to him. This is false worship. Needless to say it’s neurotic, dangerous, and small-minded. This kind of worship is easy to denounce for scientifically-minded people.

But if you’re really curious about reality, you gotta wonder, “Where did the idea for worshiping the Pope come from? Is it just a complete fabrication? Or could it be an imitation? And if so, an imitation of what? Why would any commonsense person worship another? Is it really just because they are simple-minded?”

Turns out there is such a thing as TRUE worship — it just gets conveniently ignored because it requires a certain rare kind of experience in order to appreciate. True worship happens when you are in the presence of a truly masterful human being, and you have the requisite awareness and knowledge base to actually fathom the depth of his mastery. So advanced is his mastery that from your point of view, it is inhuman. It is incredible. It is impossible. So advanced is his mastery, it strikes you with awe like a sledgehammer. It’s a physical experience of awe. This is real worship, and you can experience it if you go deep enough in this work.

The deepest field of human mastery — by a long shot — is not business, or military, or art, or science, or sports. It’s self-mastery and consciousness-mastery. How can I make such a bold claim? Because mastery of the self is the most emotionally laborious and trickiest endeavor possible for a human being. Just try it! Everything else is easy by comparison. A human being who has thoroughly mastered himself cannot help but evoke awe (or anger) in those who come in contact with him. Because he’s like a totally different class of human being (while at the same time not really above anyone). Here is a guy who has accomplished something that you never imagined possible. Here is a guy who has accomplished something that you personally KNOW is amazing, because deep down inside you know how little control you have over yourself.

And that’s the true origin of religious worship. Mystics — the guys who were the seeds of every serious religion — were such people. They mastered themselves so thoroughly that even 3000 years ago, before books, newspapers, radio, TV, advertising, and social media, they were able to amass huge followings — not through false promises and gimmickry as “skeptics” like to believe — but by evoking genuine awe. An awe which was deserved.

Mystics were the original Purple Cows!

This is a phenomena that you can still experience for yourself today. There are people alive right now whose self-mastery is so deep that should you meet them face-to-face, you will be genuinely awed and humbled.

Sound far-fetched? I dare you to put your own skepticism to the test!

But be warned, a true worship experience will not reveal itself to “skeptics”, cynics, dabblers, and smart-asses. This isn’t college philosophy or debate class. You must first put some skin in the game. Only after years of your own pitiful meditation or self-help efforts will you be in a position to fully appreciate the achievements of a master. You don’t even have enough experience yet to realize just how deep this deepest field of human mastery goes. It would make you dizzy and ill to your stomach to find out all at once. Which is why it’s so easy for people to play the skeptic.

Only when the student is serious, will the master be revealed.”

Source ~ https://www.actualized.org/insights?p=54

~Navavidha Bhakti~

Navavidha bhakti comprises the nine ways to express devotion or develop devotion for God or the higher Self. Mentioned in the Hindu scriptures, the “Srimad-Bhagavata” and the “Vishnu Purana,” navavidha bhakti is also described as the devotional paths that lead to moksha, or liberation.

The term comes from the Sanskrit, navavidha, meaning “nine-fold” or “consisting of nine parts,” and bhakti, meaning “faithfulness,” “devotion to” or “love.” In Hinduism and yoga, there are different paths to salvation with bhakti being just one. Jnana is the path of knowledge, Karma is the path of action, and Raja is the royal path, or the eight-fold path of yoga as explained in the Yoga Sutras.

~Description Of Enlightenment~

“I wanted to share this excellent description of what enlightenment feels like, by Suzanne Segal, so you’re clear what you’re shooting for:

“After months of this mystifying witness awareness, something changed yet again: The witness disappeared. The disappearance of the witness meant the disappearance of the last vestiges of the experience of personal identity. The witness had at least held a location for a ‘me’, albeit a distant one. In the dissolution of the witness, there was literally no more experience of a ‘me’ at all. The experience of personal identity switched off and was never to appear again.”

“The personal self was gone, yet here was a body and a mind that still existed empty of anyone who occupied them. The experience of living without a somebody, an ‘I’ or a ‘me’, is exceeding difficult to describe, but it is absolutely unmistakable. When the personal self disappears, there is no one inside who can be located as being you. The body is only an outline, empty of everything of which it had previously felt full.”

“The mind, body, and emotions no longer referred to anyone — there was no one who thought, no one who felt, no one who perceived. Yet the mind, body, and emotions continued to function unimpaired; apparently they did not need an ‘I’ to keep doing what they always did.”

“In an attempt to understand what had occurred, the mind began working overtime, generating endless questions, all unanswerable. Who thought? Who felt? Who was afraid? Who were people talking to when they spoke to me? Who were they looking at? Why was there a reflection in the mirror, since there was no one there? Why did these eyes open in the morning? Why did this body continue? Who was living? Life became one long, unbroken koan, forever unsolvable, forever mysterious, completely out of reach of the mind’s capacity to comprehend.”

“The oddest moments occurred when any reference was made to my name. If I had to write it on a check or sign a letter, I would stare at the letters on the paper and the mind would drown in perplexity. The name referred to no one. Without a personal self, the inside or internal simply did not exist. The inward-turning motion of the mind became the most bizarre of experience when time and again it found total emptiness where it had previously found an object to perceive, a self-concept.”

“The more baffled the mind became, the greater the fear. Worst of all, simultaneous with the cessation of personal identity, the experience of sleep had changed radically, leaving me with no escape from the constant awareness of emptiness of self. Sleeping and dreaming now contained the awareness of no one who slept or dreamed, just as the waking state of consciousness contained the awareness that there was no one who was awake.”

“In that moment a deep despair settled over the mind as it realized that I would never again experience having a personal self — even though the mind could never grasp how that was possible. I walked around wondering who was still alive. I wandered the streets gazing into every shop window, praying that the next glimpse of my reflection would bring back a flicker of recognition, praying for a solid experience of seeing myself in the eyes that stared back from the window’s glare. It never happened.”

It’s time to grow up; time to stop pretending there’s a you here.”

Credit: Collision With The Infinite by Suzanne Segal

Source ~ https://www.actualized.org/insights?p=54

~Soul Mates, Twin Flames & Kindred Spirits~

When we are created we are intrinsically whole. Soulmates are those who come into our lives to share experiences, relationships and life lessons with us. Soulmates comes together when both souls have determined that the time is right for this duality relationship to occur. Soulmates exist singularly until they have reached their own chosen level of evolvement. When the time is right the two souls merge. Souls can incarnate in groups playing different roles; we are part of soul groups according to our spiritual development.

Kindred souls (kindred spirits) are souls that have a very deep love for each other. We can have many, many kindred souls that we can relate to. If you have a deep, loving friendship with someone in this lifetime it is most likely that you are kindred spirits (kindred souls).

Your Twin Flame is the other half of your soul. Most of the time your Twin Flame is not incarnate at the same time as you are, but stays in the ethers as a guide and a kind of caretaker. Occasionally however, both you and your Twin Flame do incarnate at the same time. As stated, this is rare. When it does happen, however that person is NOT necessarily your ideal mate or life partner. Your literal ‘other half’ embodies everything you are and usually reflects EVERYTHING you do not like about yourself. Most people mistake Twin Flame for their Soulmate. With your Twin Flame there is chaos: one can be attached, a vast age difference, different locations, or the person has some serious issues and is afraid to open up to the energy because the bond is too intense.

Philosophical Questions {34} ~ What Do You Think The Long-Term Effects Of Many People Being Glued To Their Screens Will Be?

Some ideas ~

~Lack of real human connection

~Mental health issues rising ~ Anxiety, depression, etc.

~Sleep disorders


~Laziness, eye problems

~Addictions normalised

~Transhumanism, morph of A.I and humans

Feel free to leave your thoughts below…

Poetry By Marie & Amber {1} ~ A Sea Of Strangers

There is beauty in a sea of strangers walking through the darkness, paving way through broken lives and in a heartbeat, offering smiles to hoist our torn spirits.

Confidence soars, breath quickens, emotions rise and fall. Strangers swing past, those with smiles walk tall. Sunken eyes in some, undeniable stories to tell. Mystery engulfs me, destination unknown, salutations of hope, specks of light. Is this darkness, paradise?

There is connection I reminisce, like a seed I’ve never sown, eyes yet to connect and I wonder how it is I miss these things I’ve never known. Oh humanity, when did we unhook the cord to become such strangers?

Bewildering, yet familiar, a spark of remembrance, lightning in the sky. To no avail. I return to the accustomed, motion with no affinity, observer of the eye, meaningless gazes, bizarre to walkers by.

Locking eyes, drifting in and out of focus, untold stories criss crossing the alleys, some secrets spill, half revealed through the doorways to our souls. Our shadows cast behind us, pregnant with richness in the darkness of the night, now ripe and withered left alone without a release.

Glistening the sun, how quick earthly beings fade, sorrows forgotten, no promises made. Duties resume, like robots awaiting their cue. Our fake masquerade, fulfilling most, accepted by many. Until night falls, we are but strangers again, lost, with stories to tell, no ear in view.

~By Marie {Mariepoemswriting} & Amber {DiosRaw}

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