Why are we here?

People are always questioning why. Why are we here? What’s our purpose on Earth? Why are we born into the physical plane? What’s the meaning of life?

To me, the answer is so obvious. We’re here to be; to live; to experience life. Call it lessons, call it learning, call it what you will, the whole point of being in the physical world is to experience it.

Of course that doesn’t mean you have to stop everything you’re doing and rush out and start trying to be a daredevil and race down mountain slopes on skies, race cars at death-defying speeds, or dive out of planes—unless, of course, you want to.

It simply means that the life you’re living, no matter how mundane you feel it is, is important. Everything you do is important. Perhaps you feel as if your life doesn’t matter, that you’re no one special. But if you’re alive, you’re special. If you even touch one other person, no matter how briefly, you both change.

Think about it. Even if you live alone, have never been married, have no family or friends, and you don’t even leave your apartment to go to work (maybe you work on the computer out of your home), you still make an impact on the realities around you. Every time you e-mail someone, every time you call someone, you’re interacting with them and, consequently, affecting their life and yours, their reality and yours.

Few, if any, people live alone in a cave never interacting with anyone else anymore. I know sometimes we feel as if we are (living in a cave). We’ve become isolated by our technology and cut off from human contact. But like Schrödinger’s cat, which was there if you looked in the box and not there if you didn’t look, we are also “there” when we interact for any reason at any level with someone else. Each interaction, no matter how brief, gives us a place in the world; and each interaction adds to our experiences. And experiences are why we are here.

Even a nod at a stranger on the street is an interaction. You’re acknowledging that person’s existence. If you speak to that person, even if it’s just to say “Hello”, you increase their place not only in the world, but in your personal reality. By acknowledging others, we also create a more solid place in the world for ourselves, because now we exist not only in our own personal reality, but also in someone else’s. It might be that our existence in their reality only lasts a moment, but even the briefest of moments brings change.

A finger dipped into a puddle of water appears to make little difference to the puddle once the finger is removed. The water quickly moves back together, hiding any evidence that the finger was even there. However, the person who dipped their finger in the water now has a wet finger, so both the puddle and person have changed, despite appearances.

We are like that puddle. While we think nothing has changed from our brief encounter, our simultaneous nods, our muttered “hellos”, we have changed. We have added an experience to our lives that didn’t exist before, and that’s all life is about—dipping our fingers into the puddles of the world. Sometimes we’ll find our fingers come out damp, and other times they’ll be dripping wet. And every once in awhile, we may even stop long enough to scoop up a handful of water and not only get our fingers, but our whole hands wet.

But no matter whether we dip our fingers or our whole hands into the puddles of reality around us, every time we do, we’ll have a new and unique experience, because every puddle is different, and every encounter unique.

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Infinity is now

Artwork by DL Sullivan

 

Infinity is now; every reality is right here, right now. Every life is right here, right now, but you only see one—this one. However, there is so much more to this life that you don’t see. There is an infinite number of yous living lives that are right now affecting the you reading this post.  

At this very moment, your past and future lives are both helping and hindering your current life, all because of the choices you made (will make? Are making?).  

All your lives feed together. All your choices feed together. And every life and every choice feeds back to the current now, the current life.  

Artwork by DL Sullivan

 

So how does that influence your life now? Well, perhaps several “past” lifetimes ended with you drowning (maybe as a sailor, flood victim, and child playing near a stream), so in the current life you are petrified of pools, lakes, boats, and beaches. This is because at a non-conscious level, you remember this, and the body reacts to this information by creating a fear of the situations that might lead to another occurrence. However, if the fear becomes too great, it could keep you from fully living your current life.    

Perhaps in several “future” lives you are a teacher of astro-engineering, so in this life you feel a need to study astrophysics. You may also find yourself drawn to reading engineering journals or books. This is your soul’s way of using all its lives to explore choices and to share the experiences that each life has had, is having, will have.  

It’s all one. Every life we live affects every other life. Every choice we make in this life not only creates alternate lives so that every permutation of that choice is experienced and explored, but it also feeds into all the other lives that we are living—past, future, current, and all their alternates.  

If in this life you choose to learn how to design and build bridges, then that knowledge spreads through all your lives. You may not need it in every life, such as the life in Sardinia where you are a goat herder; however, in those lives where the information is needed, it will be there.  

Ever wonder why someone can learn four or five different languages so easily? It could be because their other selves in their other lives are already speaking those languages. If you have a life in Italy, Japan, Korea, and Finland, whether past or future, then you are going to have those languages available to you now. That means that the you that is now, the you currently reading this post, could, with a little study, start speaking any one or all of those languages, because you already are.  

We are the sum of our parts, but it’s not just the parts of this current life that are a part of us. It is also all of the parts of all of the other lives that we are currently living, have lived, and will live right now. So, just imagine the possibilities. Just imagine what you can do with your life, knowing all the other lives you have to draw on. You can do or be anything you could ever dream of, because somewhere, somewhen you probably are, have been, or will be.

Seeking validation

Have you ever noticed that for the most part we do things to show other people? Most of us decorate our houses so that we can show them off to our friends and families; or we buy a new outfit and can’t wait to wear it to work or to the next get-together to show our friends or co-workers.

We’re always seeking validation and acceptance from others. I’m not immune; I do the same thing—well not so much with the decorating or the outfits—but with my thoughts and ideas. I put my thoughts and ideas out here and hope other people will accept them, and validate them with their comments or approval, and therefore, make me feel accepted.

Most of us find a way to create something that expresses our ideas, our beliefs, that intensely personal part of ourselves that exists within. As I said, with me it’s writing, for my spouse it’s drawing, and for one of my co-workers it’s music. But not everyone feels creative, and even those who do still try to find validation and acceptance through the creations of others.

I also read books and view movies with an eye toward validating my beliefs, my ideas (and because I enjoy reading and watching movies);-). And I know many others do the same. Yet two people can watch the same movie and come away with totally different perceptions as to whether it was good, simply because for one it contradicts what they think and believe, and for the other it validated what they think and believe.

I can think of several movies that have made me feel as if my views and concepts of the world were valid. My views as to how time and alternate realities works are echoed in a movie called Frequency, while the movie Dead Again reflects (for me) how life lessons can play out.

Another movie that I find fascinating, and which validates some of my ideas and concepts of how life is continuous is Dragonfly with Kevin Costner (of course, it helps that it uses my favorite dragonflies as its central symbol).

But I also find books to be a fascinating source of validation. One of my favorites, Bag of Bones by Stephen King, expresses beautifully the world of connections (cords, links, and threads) that lies just outside of our normal range of vision. While the Sookie Stackhouse series (by Charlaine Harris) validates my ability to “hear” people’s thoughts/emotions, and “know” what paths they might be contemplating.

I know some other folks find their validation through music (creating, playing, or listening to it), or from various arts such as painting, sketching, blowing glass, or sculpting (either creating it or looking at it). There are times I’ve been able to tap into what the other folks are feeling or seeing in regards to the music or art, and sometimes not. But then, there are many times that my friends don’t experience the same rush or moment of awe that I get from a passage in a book or movie, either.

Somehow, it doesn’t really matter what venue you get your sense of validation from, though, just as long as you do. Because I believe we all need validation; we all need acceptance. Some of us create the experience, some of us simply enjoy the creations, and some of us do a little of both. So, where do you find your validation and acceptance?

Threads…

Threads, ribbons, cables, links. Like a web they pull us together. Some of us follow the tugs of the threads knowingly; some of us even follow willingly; however, whether willingly, knowingly, or not, we all follow the threads that entangle our lives.

Some of the more forceful tugs on your soul are for life lessons that you (the essence of you) have chosen for yourself. Other lesser tugs can indicate someone you want or need to meet, a job opening that you’ve been waiting for, or even something as simple as an opportunity to save some money (a sale at the local dress shop) or make some money (by buying a lotto ticket).

Of course, not everyone pays attention to these unspecified urgings, these tuggings on their energies. But then, not everyone recognizes them for what they are. For example, you get up and are following your normal routine for a work day, but suddenly you have an urge to do something differently. Perhaps you normally take a train to work, and suddenly feel the urge to drive. There’s nothing specifically wrong—no suspicions that the train will crash, or that the bridge you travel over will collapse…nothing like that. No, it’s just an urge that says, “Hey, instead of taking the train, drive your car.”

Now, most people might just shrug it off, and head out for the train station. However, some folks hear that little voice urging them to make this change, and do it. So, maybe the car does break down out there on the road, but you meet a really nice guy (or gal) who lends you a hand, and things develop from there. But if you had taken the train like you always do, you might not have met that person.

Some folks call it serendipity, destiny, or coincidence. However, I’ve looked beneath the surface of things, and I’ll tell you, it’s all part of the web that each of us creates as we build our individual realities.

Each soul comes into the world with a “game plan”, a set of goals (lessons, objectives) that they want to try to achieve while they’re here. Here’s an example of a fairly typical “game plan” for someone we’ll call Pete. He plans on being born to a middle class family, in Middle America. He wants to finish high school, and hopefully go to college on a sports scholarship. He wants to major in computers, get a job, eventually marry and raise a family. Along the way, he wants to learn a lesson having to do with tolerance for those with disabilities, and perhaps rebalance one of his karmic imbalances.

That seems pretty easy doesn’t it? Nothing major there. Yet, think about all the choices that Pete will make from the moment he’s born until the day he dies. So, essence sets up a framework of energy links, a web, that will help ensure that he’s at least reminded of some of the milestones he wants to make in his life. So, when he reaches high school and is trying to decide on a college, maybe someone he needs to meet (a professor, let’s say) is at a specific university. Therefore, Pete will feel a tug that leads him to think more about that school’s offer than some of the others.

Of course, he can ignore that tug; after all, his choices are still his own to make, but the tug is there to remind him of what he (in essence) set up for himself. It could be that the professor can help him find his first job, or introduce him to a concept or idea that could change Pete’s whole way of thinking. But it’s up to him whether he follows that tug or not. So, even though we each create an initial web as a frame for our lives, we change the pattern of that web with each choice we make as we live our lives. We weave people in, and other people out; we weave a path that may take us miles, but never gains us any insight or awareness.

We weave patterns, places, people, and milestones in and out of our lives with every choice we make. Some of those choices we make blindly, and others we make by following those small tugs from the original framework that we each built for ourselves. So, next time you feel an urge to drive rather than fly, to walk rather than drive, to bypass the home and hearth for a visit to the bookstore (even though you’re tired), don’t just dismiss it. It might be that you’re trying to signal yourself into making a choice that just might change your whole life.

Flying

Harvey (not his real name) was an accountant who always wanted to be a pilot—he even went so far as to take a few lessons, but then stopped when his mother declared it too dangerous. So, we “flew” to heaven in a single-engine Piper Cub.

He did loops and barrel rolls (and I actually managed not to get sick, even though it felt very real). I have to admit, even for me, even knowing that I was the one creating the experience for us, it was exhilarating and fun. The only small planes I’ve ever been on are the little puddle jumpers that took me and my hubby from the mainland to the islands. While not scary, they don’t really give you the same view as riding in the co-pilot’s seat. Seeing the world (real or construct) through that large expanse of glass is stunning (even if I do say so myself).

We spent hours flying through that wide expanse of blue. The sun was blinding (almost as blinding as viewing your own soul), and when it shone through the poofy, white clouds, a thousand mini-rainbows appeared, sparkling like gemstones in the sky.

A flock of birds flew alongside for a bit, and Harvey commented how he felt just like one of them, as if he could simply leave the plane and fly with them. (He could, but he didn’t know that.) He was so filled with joy; he was like a child in his happiness. His grin was so infectious that I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

We flew over cities and towns, forests and fields, and he was happy, deliriously, delightedly happy. Finally, he said he wanted to show me something, and he banked left to circle lower. I could read his energies, so knew where he wanted to be and what he expected to see and quickly made sure it was there for him.

We circled down to where he could point out his boyhood home (his sister lived there now with her husband and two kids, he told me shyly). He then pointed out his old alma mater (where Beefy Masters used to beat him up after school), the library (his favorite refuge from bullies and his mother), and the apartment where his grandmother had lived.

He pulled up on the stick and headed toward downtown Manhattan, where he again swooped low to point out certain sites. (Yes, I know it’s strictly forbidden to fly over Manhattan in a little plane, but it was Harvey’s construct, so we flew over Manhattan.) He pointed out his office and his favorite coffee shop with the cute, little waitress that he was working up the nerve to ask out. (He’d been working up the nerve now for two years.) He then aimed the little plane toward the coast and headed north towards Maine.

He was amazed at how easy the plane handled, and how easily he knew how to control it—especially, he confessed, since he’d only finished a handful of lessons. He had been so sure that flying a plane would be much more difficult, but now he was glad to find out that it wasn’t.

He prattled on while pointing at this and that as he cruised through the air with me sitting quietly in the co-pilot’s seat. Then, after what seemed to him to be hours, but was really only moments, he asked where he should land. After all, he said, he was sure that the plane must be nearly out of fuel since we had been flying for so long.

So, I created an astral version of the Teeterboro airport (Teeterboro, New Jersey) and pointed it out to him. Still grinning like a kid, he banked to land. He lined up everything perfectly, and came in as gently as a feather (of course). He then taxied to the hangar that I pointed out to him.

As we climbed down from the plane, I explained that the hangar and the plane were his now, and he could take the plane anywhere he wanted to, for as long as he wanted to. With several hugs, and absolutely no dimming of that infectious grin of his, I walked away from the hangar.

As I left, I thought how interesting it was that he had never created an image of Death…we had had no other guests in the plane with us, nor did anyone join us at the airport. It was just the two of us from the moment I entered his quiet little condo in the Bronx, until I left him at the hangar. In fact, there had been no real fears at all, just a few regrets, that’s all.

Realizing that, I knew he would be just fine, so smiling to myself I planed home. It was time to start my own day now.

Patches

We had to patch the roof again this morning. It’s rainy season and the water keeps finding its way through the asphalt shingles and into the utility room. My husband had climbed up there last fall and patched around the skylights (which is where the leaks seem to be), but a puddle on top of the wash machine told us that new patches were needed.

As my husband worked to put the rubberized tar patches around the skylights, I kept thinking of the other types of patches people needed. So many people have auras that are like our leaky roof and in need of patching, but in their case, they don’t even know it.

Auras, like roofs, take a lot of abuse. There are the common and constant weather conditions, such as lightning (intense focuses of anger, or illness), rain (constant pattering of thoughts and emotions from everyone around you, or a constant pattering of stress caused by a physical ailment), snow and freezing (negative emotions and attitudes focused on you from yourself or others), and scorching sun (overly intense and repeated emotions or thoughts).

Then there are the more infrequent, but just as destructive, situations such as,
hail (peltings of negative emotions from yourself and others), whirlwinds and tornados (brief, quick outbursts of emotions that sweep you up, and then abruptly drop you), floods (overwhelming situations that bury you with thoughts or emotions for long periods), and hurricanes (which combine multiple emotional, intellectual, and physical onslaughts to your aura).

Most people don’t even realize that their auras take such a beating every day. If you don’t revitalize yourself, and rebuild your energies (patch your aura); then eventually, leaks occur. Your energies leak away, or are leached away, leaving you weak, overwrought, and susceptible to all kinds of physical responses.

You can think of your aura as your own personal ozone layer. Without it, your physical body now has no protection from all the energies that bombard you every day. Since thoughts are energy, and your body is energy, thoughts cause a reaction in the body. So, absorb enough negativity day after day, and the body reacts to it by getting sick. It can be something as simple and short term as a cold or headache, or it can be something more permanent and long-term such as asthma or heart disease.

While many headaches have physical causes, some are simply the reaction of the body to all of the energies (and noise) around it. In some instances, the roof has leaks and the rain (negative noise) is seeping through resulting in headaches. In other instances, the roof is growing weak, it has thin spots, and the pressure of staving off the onslaught of emotions and thoughts from others outside of yourself, is felt as a headache.

Most of us create our own stressors (fears)—deadlines, goals (monetary, career, relationships, etc.)—but some stress does come from all of the “noise” that surrounds us. The aura is our buffer, our roof, our ozone layer. It helps keep some of those additional stressors from putting a strain on us. But when we neglect our aura, when
we leave that roof unpatched, we hurt ourselves.

Okay, so how do you patch an aura, how do you keep it from developing leaks? Well, the most important part is to calm and relax the physical form (mind, body, and emotions). This then allows the etheric body to heal itself. So, anything that helps you relax, can help your aura heal.

Some people find yoga relaxing, while others meditate. Using scents, colors, sounds, and tastes, can all help to involve the entire being. Once you get the entire being relaxed, your aura can begin to heal. If yoga and meditation aren’t your thing, try a soothing bath with lavender, chamomile, or vanilla; sitting under some pine trees and listening to the birds sing; using white, blue, or lavender colored filters on the lights in your bedroom; or listening to soft, pleasant music while sitting in a sunbeam.

So, once a week, check out your roof by doing whatever it is that relaxes you, and remember to involve every part of you—the body, the mind, and the emotions.

It’s your best defense against leaks.