The meaning of life, according to me

Maybe it’s because of Halloween. Maybe it’s the full moon. But I notice bloggers talking about the deep, fascinating topics that merit response.

This morning, I opened Niobe’s blog for a post on the beginnings and the ending of creation.

Next on my Google Reader was Mel on an eerily prescient psychic reading she had years ago.

Their posts bring out in me long comments that would be better as blog posts.

Today I’ll respond to Niobe’s post.

How did it all start? The Universe?

Let’s call the “unthinkably small, unthinkably hot, unthinkably dense something” God, at the risk of anthropomorphizing what is really energy.

God is unlimited. God is unity and there is no duality. God is all. God lacks nothing.

Well, except for one thing: God lacks the ability to experience limitation.**

Well, God WANTS to experience everything, including limitation. So God decides to break Godself into gazillions of separate bits — a Big Bang. Only the separateness is an illusion — each bit is still a part of God, but doesn’t necessarily realize it. Each bit has the job of bringing back the experience of limitation back to itself — back to God.

Tash, in a comment on Niobe’s post, quotes William Fowler, that we are all stardust. This I believe. We, other animals and insects, all elements of the universe, are products of the Big Bang, each bringing back experiences of limitation back to ourself, back to God, with varying degrees of consciousness.

I imagine a river of soul material, of consciousness. A drop of this consciousness decides to leave Unity and occupy a physical body in order to bring back stories of the experience of limitation to God.

Now, this drop doesn’t care if the experiences are “good” or “bad.” The unlimited God doesn’t prefer being enormously happy to living under the Khmer Rouge. In fact, in Unity, there can be no such Duality. This drop just wants juicy. Interesting. Worth leaving Unity for.

I imagine this God-bit passing through Wardrobe, like the costume place used for plays and movies . Only instead of clothes hanging on the hangers, there are scenarios. “Which one shall I wear for THIS play?” God-bit thinks. “Shall I be born as an Untouchable in India? Or shall I manifest in Europe and have a Midas Touch in love an business? Maybe I’ll be born into a middle class family in Pittsburgh and I’ll have no sperm? Oooh, how about being a sick baby? Hmmmm….maybe I’ll be born into a political dynasty. They all sound so ripe with possibilities.”

God-bit selects the scenario and enters the stage. But there’s a catch.

One of the rules of this game is that a veil descends upon incarnation, causing the God-bit to forget it is part of God. After all, if it remembered, limitation wouldn’t really be experienced.

The play, then, is about finding our way back. To remember we are unlimited, we are God. And, as Shakespeare said, all the world is our stage.

I see us evolving from Homo Sapiens (wise man) to Homo Noeticus (spirit man). As each of us separate God-bits lives more mindfully, as we live more from our Essence and less from our scenarios, as each of us discovers that we are, in fact, One, we bring about the end of all suffering — which is simply the fallacy that we are separate from what we desire.

God will have experienced limitation, and we bits will all have found our way home.

** I got this idea years ago from the book, The Game of God.

I feel very vulnerable as I hover over the “Publish” button.

16 thoughts on “The meaning of life, according to me”

  1. Oooh, you’re blowing my mind on a Thursday morning :-) And here I was making my greatest debate of the morning being an internal one of whether I’m eating too much of the Halloween candy.I never knew the term Homo Noeticus, though I heard a story on NPR last year on indigo children and then wasted an hour of Josh’s work time keeping him on the phone to ask if the Wolvog was possibly an indigo baby.The whole post is fascinating.

  2. I came over via your comment on Niobe’s blog–and, WOW! What a great post. This’ll give me something constructive to chew on today. Thanks!

  3. I have written comments – and then erased them – on so many blogs lately dealing with this topic. I end up with such a long comment that I decide it needs a post, but that post is not forthcoming. Maybe one day.In a nutshell, I believe I have found the Truth. The Truth is that there is no god. There is no spiritual realm and life is wholly natural. I find that I am much happier with this belief and it is the only one that has ever made sense to me. And I know if I post about it, it better be written in the right way or I will ruffle all kinds of feathers. Some day . . .

  4. But what compels G*d to experience all of this, to feel limitations, to have us as its little bits bring back this information? To what larger thing does G*d aspire?

  5. I thought this was beautiful- and an image worthy of more thought.You are right that there is something going on out there. My most recent post speaks to some of these issues as well, and I had no idea what was going on in other areas of blogland at the same time… :)

  6. Beagle and Jenna — come back when you’ve had a chance to digest. I value the thoughts of each of you.Mel — I had to take a week off. The Heart Chakra will be up next week.I’m off to finish my book review!

  7. I’m so glad I didn’t read this during the week. This take a lot of time to digest.So while I’m working to wrap my mind around it, I’ll just say, GO SOX… headed for a clean sweep.

  8. I have to come back and reread this once my head cold lets my brain function again. Lots to think about. Brave post!

  9. Ohhhhh, Truculent.Girl. You can’t believe now many people are down on their knees today!As for the exhaustion…serves you right for living on the East Coast.I still love purple…

  10. Very interesting! So the rockies limitation is bringing them closer to God? Ha ha! Will have to reread this actually when I’m not completely exhausted – so that’ll be next week sometime I suppose (and there’s no purple in baseball!).

  11. Niobe — thanks. You do the same for me.Mel — do you think Wolvog is an indigo child? If so, what makes you think so? Good post material!Zee — thanks for visiting and comments.Lori — it’s nice to share so much with you.Furrow — the larger thing that the unlimited G*d aspires to, according to my view, is to experience EVERYTHING, including limitation. Of course, G*d really isn’t a person-type. G*d is just consciousness.Kami — you should check out the Laughing Jesus (on my sidebar of books). I saw the author speak this week, and he has a new book, “The Gospel of the Second Coming.” It sounds like it fits with your philosophy.

  12. This is a beautiful and deep post. Sometimes I agonize over what is outside of the universe. If you ever write about that, let me know. :)

  13. Sounds like (from my small understanding) a hindu – style philosophy. Maya being the goddess who enlightens or blinds mortals to the fact that we are each a drop that comes from and returns to a great ocean.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_%28illusion%29My daughters name was Maya.I have pondered this often but can’t give up a linear concept of time. I don’t want to let created things lose the beauty of their individuality. What happens to the poetry of a water droplet when it dissolves into an ocean?

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