spiritual science notes

The souls of this world bear many faces. Why pursue an earthy existance? For the beauty of living in a blue sphere of rainbow colors? To personify the human being appears to have become trendy. Why is being human so fashionable these days? When the wisdom of other earthy creatures remains unrivaled...

To incarnate an earthy body, or any body for that matter, is to become a physical manifestation of energy. A channel within a vessel. The human body, evolution's marvelous experiment, represents a fascinating potential for the expression of energy in the worldly dimensions. An all-powerful capacity to manifest. A bipedal structure, a voicebox and two hands with opposable thumbs launched the hominid to new planes of existance. The human being walks the Earth, speaks in tongues and acts without measure and leisurely pleasure, surefooted and insecure.

Biological programming is time-consuming and effective. The seeds of the spring are the autumn's bounty. Biological regeneration is time-consuming and effective, a modus supervivendi. The body falls ill. The human form is vulnerable. Ist es den Sinnen zugänglich, hat es eine Form. In einer Welt voller Illusionen, was ist Wahrheit? To seek truth enables the filter for illusions. Doubt is your friend. That humans control anything is an illusion. A philosopher is a lover of wisdom, not wisdom itself.

God did create humans in his own image and humans are creative creatures. However, they are no different than any other form of life, which flows through it all. Life creates life. Life has many forms. Forms are vulnerable. They can grow ill. Healing processes are time-consuming and effective. Suffering does come from desire. Desire is an illusion of control. Control is a misconception.

Life also takes destructive forms, self-destructing forms. In the human creature this manifests itself as ill-being, as irrational and destructive agencies, such as war.

Flujo existencial

Todo fluye. Un flujo incesante de memorias domina los movimientos de mi mente. No distingue entre sueños o recuerdos terrenales. Todo lo he vivido, todo me lo trae presente. Tienen la misma calidad existencial. ¡Cuantos recuerdos! Lugares, personas, sensaciones, sentimientos, pensamientos, descubrimientos...sobre todo lugares. Aparesco como una figura solitaria y abstracta siendo desde una distancia indefinida. Observo, analizo y contemplo. Las otras personas solo son pasantes, los paisajes escenario. Vivo a base de intuiciones e instintos, los pensamientos que surjen no son más que un público pasivo. Mi propio cuerpo es irreal. Soy algo y nada más, un disfraz de ser humano. Cada día es otro sueño más que mañana tal vez será recuerdo. Mi memoria corto plazo me falla mientras las memorias distantes inundan los espacios cognitivos. Las experiencias soñadas son igual de insistentes. Sólo espero que este río me lleve a un lago para descanzar...¿o a caso voy hacia el mar? No soy dueña de mi propia existencia, sólo testigo. Parto porta imparcialidad, descubro desprendimiento. La vida está tan cerca de la muerte. Es pasajero, el flujo incesante. No hay detenimiento.