vrijdag 10 juni 2011

Quotes to meditate on


zondag 22 mei 2011

The story of a modern preacher

A 400 year jump

Everything is recent. Writing somebodies biography, one can start in the now and go back from time to time or one can start in a certain past and the even jump into the future, projecting things in the future becomes more possible ones you get very skilled in the two first methods. The preacher whose biography I will write will intervene in the present time, I will start in the present.
Once upon a time there was a man who descended from a long line of people which all had some ties with a Spanish officer who married a Flemish farmer 's daughter. His name was Vicca and he arrived in the South Netherlands to do the dirty work for the Spanish king and all the wealthy persons that surrounded him. VicCA did not like what he was doing and in those days (16 th century) one had to tell ones conscience that it was all for the victory of the CAtholic church.
Vicca obeyed his general Alva and was rewarded with a piece of land about 45 kilometers from Bruselas (Brussels). He married a local woman, Josephina Blueyd and witnessed that period in history when the northern, dialects of Dutch speaking people broke away from the Roman catholic church. For the next 400 years the southern part, the Flemish part, was not as free as it comes to religious interpretation of the bible as the northern part. Spanish clergy put the accent more on suffering as a necessity to reach heaven then the followers of the different branches of protestants. Understanding the world in a more scientific and philosophical way, still had a long way to go for the large majority of people. Whether one believed in God or whether one felt oneself as a part of everlasting nature, life was hard in those days. Feeling a bit guilty about his military career, Dionysus gave money to construct the 'chapel of the sad people' in Wever, near the village of Attenrode where he died in 1584. The Flemish nationalist with the name of the first village in his name, wasn't born yet. Telematics and the telecom company ATT didn't exist yet and there was limited class struggle, which did not call itself 'red'(rood) yet. Officially the chapel was to be dedicated to one of the victories over the army of the Dutch leader Willem Van Nassau...but in fact more psychological reasons drove Dionysus Vicca. Speaking of psychological or spiritual reasons…that chapel over there, also became known as the place where hundreds of years later a nun got rid of her religious cloths, even before the time of the modern women ‘s liberation period which started in the sixties of the twentieth century.
History and psychology would affect, as they do for everyone, the lives of the descendants of Josephina and Dionysus, but in a special way, because the confrontation between the South and North of Europe would not only lead to descendants with blue or dark eyes etc... but also at the confrontation of psychological and philosophical attitudes. After a number of historical episodes and generations who passed on their negative and positive emotions in order to let Life continue the search for wisdom, some 4 centuries later a modern preacher was born from the midst of the descendants of Dion. His name was Arthur Tomboy. He would never go and fight for King neither Church and from a certain period in his life, he would take more interest in Atoms and ions, our A. Tomboy, then in the Bible or other religious texts. He discovered that it was possible to prove that dying wasn't the end and wouldn't have the same kind of continuation for everybody. Al dough a socially progressive person, Arthur Tomboy wasn't conservative because of his philosophical approaches concerning life and dead. As he would say one day "replace the word God by the word Life and try to understand what Life in fact is". He would at least write 50 philosophical essays before his picture about Life became complete, but he never would have been able to fully understand the impact of his social, philosophical and psychological and spiritual ideas, without the intensive practical life he was to lead on all those fields. And that is where we will be writing about ones we have jumped over the gap between the sixteenth and twenty first century.
As what social and political issues are concerned, the gap can be overcome by the same stories that some of the descendants of Dion left behind. Some of them were in constant conflict with nobility and looked for land of their own to make a living. Some even immigrated, others tried to make the laws applicable in a more just way. A lot of them were a blessing for their local community, just by being respectful farmers, artisans or caretaking house wives or good friends. Some of them organized artistic events or song on weddings. Others were more trusted in in advice then they would have trusted some priests. Even in the twentieth century there was an editor who supported books on culture and progressive policy making, who lived in Sweden. The direct descendants in the masculine line were farmers in Attenrode, living in the shadow of a castle, saying no when they got too much exploitation of their backs in return for being good hard workers, willingly to do good. When the first world war came, their son flew to Holland and in the second world war he was as a farmer, trader and café holder a leading member of a left wing resistance group. Before and after the second world war, there was a lack of work for young sons of farmers and so it came that the sons of the resistance grandfather of Observer, had to go and find a job as Flemish people near the industry in the French part of the country…but there wasn’t work enough at Cockerill Yards, so the sons took up an independent trade.

Those of the pump, the baron and… 150 years ago, in the middle of nineteenth century, Jozef with its dad Piehe, lived in a small farm to the rural pump in the village of Attenrode, in the neighborhood were their later posterity lived. His father, once again, had to go with his horse and bear hamper to the surrounding city to collect the town occupants excrement. The village folk worked in the local sugar factory and lived poor in houses that were ready for demolition. Back in the local pump village, he started putting the shit on the fields. Again and again throwing a basket of human shit on the field and again and again asking the horse to continue a few meters. Piehe, the grandfather of the later son of Mesure, was tired of working for the elite that day. The baron was inspecting the work and he said to Piehe that the shit wasn’t being put tick enough on the field. Piehe got angry and threw the baron in the shit; shouting “is this tick enough now baron” ? Piehe was sacked on instance, but he was happy, now he would have more time for his own little acres of land to grow crops and fruit on and to try to extend his number of animals. Piehe returned to the farm and his family and together with his wife and son, made plans for their new way of life, after he told what had happened. In the end he added : "enough is enough, all farmers and working people should rise against Tsars and Napoleons that use them as animals and canon food".

the before world war II new generation

"And I sit and wait and anticipate what is coming", was a phrase Observer 'got' from somewhere, when he was sitting resting between moments of looking on the internet for what others had to tell. Within a few hours there was that church meeting remembering the dead of his father Sincere, who would have been 88 yesterday, but lived until 83. That is, Observer believed he was still present by in everything he left to others the day he passed away with a long deep bread. Everyone present in the room taught it was his last. But he waited some eternal seconds and took breath very deep for one last time. Holy moment, such a last breath. One would like to see the number of breaths taken in his life. The task of understanding what this life of his meant, for so many people and to himself, is not an easy one. It is quite easy, but only if you remember his soft and sweet part mainly and the moments of wisdom he tried to share on some occasions, mainly outside his life as a very hard working independent fruit cultivator and trader. He looked very peacefully in his coffin where numbers of people showed him their last respect. He was born in a house build by his father in 1935. His father had three sons and two daughters, (a tirth lived briefly). His father Mesurer wasn't the kind of man that one cannot have as a friend. He was very reliable in every way. He was a kind of wise man that tried to solve family rows or helped to lay down the dead in their coffin, so that they looked peacefully. In those days people were kept for three days at their home, befor being buried. Mesurer cultivated potatoes and lots of fruit and vegetables and was elected again and again in the council of the village, for a party that did not depend on the traditional main parties, until the 1960's where the man he appointed as his follower became the youngest ‘burgemeester’ (learn Dutch, it is easy if you know English, it’s a kind of deeper soul, closer to the spirit) ‘mair’ of the country all at ones. Mesurer had gained much credibility during world war two, as a member of an independent resistant group. As the owner of a cafe he had to be very prudent to hide all those who wouldn't go and work for the occupying foreign state. Even in 1944, in a time when he kept on warning not to take revenge by murdering collaborators, but supporting the hideaway of people and some economic sabotage, even in a time when at last, with the allies at the gates of France; when a collaborator was shot dead and there would be revenge from the part of the occupier and much collaborators from all over the country, he knew that his wife Softness had again go into hiding and his sons and him again as well...so he saved his family and the rest of his life he found it difficult that many in the village did not return from the camps of concentrations they were taken at. He had warned that even in sight of the Allies, it was not safe to let young men openly work at the guest farms they were in hiding in, young men that refused to work for the occupier and had left their homes to hide themselves. Mesurer knew that the Gestapo and the own Belgian collaborators knew too much already about the activities in the local region, because not enough security. "It must have been hell, having to take care of a family in those days, with sons that were tracked down", Observer taught. Mesurer ' s son Sincerity, who had become ill during the war, escaped enlisting in the war machine that way and a second son, sweet Calculator, got off the hook as well, by using his brothers papers under a false name...with his brother waiting at the corner of the occupier's bureau to see how this risk taking story would end, ready to go in and defend his brother if he was to be taken for arrest, when the deceit would be discovered.
The brothers survived the war and began to adept themselves at the new area of being a farmer. Together with their youngest brother Traveler they had looked for a job in the steel industry of the French part of the country, but in vain. So after the war, when the brothers married, Travelar became an excellent roof repairer and much more and Sincerity and Calculator began to expand the small business of their father, who stopped going to the local markets in nearby towns, him and his horse. The brothers started out from practically nothing and bought their own station wagon car with was partly build from wood, can you imagine those days. Along with the buying of the English car, came the ’heard say’ that in England fruit trees were planted in to pots. As in Flanders, farmers had those big trees still. But that changed, more and more little fruit trees replaced some areas in Flanders to beautiful scenes, especially in springtime. Mesurer from then on only took care of his animals, cows and pigs as it was done in the days of his youth. on a small scale. He occupied himself in his old age as well with a folklore dance group and with going to funerals of people he knew, trying to forget the scars of the war. On these occasions, as well as on funerals and weddings he spoke or sang songs, and was very proud to buy his first pickup which he took to the 1958 world expo in Brussels and were the guild of Saint Sebastian danced on for an international public. It must have meant a lot for these dancing farmers, coming out of a terrible war and trying to forget about it. A big farmer in some part of the other side of the village n those ware days, was a member of the collaboration and walked around in black uniform, trying to win some poor people over for his case, then his brother was killed by the end of the war and the collaborating family wanted to take revenge by 'punishing' the entire village by taking some 78 hostages...and only 8 returned.
But those days where gone, the sons of Mesurer bought their first tractor and with their first Magirus truck they started doing business with their fruit and those of other farmers in the area. First only in a town in the province of Antwerp, years later they started exporting as well to the rebuild nation that was the former occupier. Sincerity 's first idea for making a living was to go to Congo and cultivate fruit over there. He had followed colonial school and was ready to leave, but did not in last instance, some years before much Belgian cultivators were thrown out of Congo for a while. Again he had some luck one could say…as had the wife he would merry the often joyful Sceptic...during the war she was wounded high above her leg, by a splinter of a bomb thrown from a plane...she almost bled to dead...and was a war victim who almost couldn't have had children because of 2cm more to the left, one can say. Observer often wondered if he, as the riping part of an egg he ones was, did not feel her anxiety as well at the time. In any case, he had reason enough to become a war resister later on. Sincerity and Calculator and Sceptic became a trio that worked very hard in order to follow the needs of the welfare system after world war two and the ever growing scale of doing business. Starting in the sixties, everybody wanted to have a car and a lot of workers in factories, not only farmers, in their free time, when they returned from work, they started cultivating strawberries for example. So, during Observers youth each day after school he had to do a lot of work to help with getting all kinds of fruit in to up to two trucks each day, charging them at the hangers at home or going to get them at the veiling. Next to this the own plantations kept on growing as well, so more and more work had to be done and the number of workers working for the brothers grew up to 5 at a certain point. Wives of farmers came to sort the fruit and a young men who wasn't able any more to live from the carpenter workplace of his father, because ever bigger concurrence from big enterprises, joined the team, together with a few mineworkers, who stopped their activity under the ground to get back in touch with nature again.


dinsdag 26 april 2011

so there was life after dead after all

particular energy
Original 2003

So there really was life after death.
About ten, twelve years ago I wrote the following senses: " Peace will come in the heart of the ones with honest souls. Prevent the world from destruction and lead people to better lives. Never forget that the world is indivisible. There is but one life and one world, takes your responsibility and live as intense as possible. Be wise and light to be a guide. Go to the people and speak of joys to be. Your place is where you will feel free. Explain them the difference between the material world and the spiritual matter. Truth is simple. Truth hides in the past, lives in the present and needs the future. Why does one find so little joy between many people? People do not wonder enough about who they are and what means and what the lives they lead mean. They should be more philosopher than materialist, they should ask themselves why they live in a world of wealth and poverty, war and peace, stress on the work and unemployment. But there are other reasons for the lack of joy… reasons about which one cannot yet write and reasons about which nobody can write."
By means of this short story, I’ll try to show what ‘dead’ in fact means.
there was life after dead !

introduction : through the past in a few lines
Nothing is more ‘real’ then living life itself, how real art as well can be.
We all, we are characters in a real novel that has been going on since ages.
Persons create persons and then vanish again.
Since thousands of years we try to put our experiences in to signs.
The more you understand about it, the harder sometimes to put it down in words.
The good man does, continues to live after him
The evil also. Positive and negative interact in completion.
The sense of it all, in every way a powerful, meaningful something.
One can only observe and react, starting from an indifferent equilibrium
Science can give us a logical explanation about life.
A trained observer experiences more ten the logic of things
Objective sciences mostly only have an eye for their field.
Philosophy, Psychology and history must unify the other logic.

Einstein put together the achieved and unveiled a new point of view.
Time, space and matter became more relative then we thought.
Religion tried to make us believe in Gods and God.
Knowledge and truth still were far away from proving a new kind of unity.
Marxists tried to understand the laws of history.
Conservative establishment was against the sense of life socialism discovered.
But nobody could control the subjective factor.
Freud and others tried to show the role of the unconscious.
But they did not discover the deeper meaning of life.
We all, could be more people looking for the meaning of life.
A meaning that surpasses life and dead.
But we are caught in a lot of kinds of habits and ‘pain’.
Life itself is a source of inspiration for everything I wrote about in every literary form.
I can stop writing and let it go by me till I understand the meaning of it better within a few years…or I can try to make a rapport of it every day. I taught about the structure of my day and had a look at my work and the things I studied, the documentaries I kept on video, some newspaper-articles which I kept because I thought they had a lasting value. To make this understandable for readers, I first had to bring them a number of philosophical life-attitudes. How to start this ? Those attitudes were partly the result of a critical study of the existing attitudes and partly the result of my own practical experiences midst all kinds of persons which are to be found in every one’s life.
We’ve all got them : family, lovers, friends, social and political persons,… .
With all that ‘brainstorming’ going on in my head, I was afraid of ‘boiling over’ and remaining on my chair till inspiration came, looked like dangerously reaching a unallowable border. I went outside to sit on a chair and stumbled back inn. Symbolically I closed the door. Something cracked inside me.
I closed my eyes for the last time here on earth. An unexpected goodbye, where I had thought a lot about. A few things I had imagined, became true. The experience itself was a quite different, something comparable whit what I had experienced during the burning to ashes of an old colleague of mine. There was this kind of magnetism that started in my feet and got upwards, like it seemed to be coming from the ground. When it reached my hart, I taught ‘oh’, ‘something is wrong with me’. But no, the magnetism accelerated it ‘ s speed and once in my head, it became a kind of more-dimensional triangle, pyramid kind of ‘light dimension’ which, like a starship in science-fiction vanished into space. This form of yellow kind of light, did it disappear into the spaces of micro cosmos or the ones of macro cosmos ? Or was there an indifferent equilibrium in between ?
Probably I was in the anti-matter that every matter has, in the microcosmical world …but that world is everywhere, even in the macro-world. Was I in somebody or in the spiritual world as a unity ? So I did solve a part of the mystery ‘god is everywhere’. I happened to be in the antimatter of all the elements that once composed me, radiation as well as minerals, gasses and so on.
In any case, there was life after dead.
During my life, I had three different options about dead. We surely fell back into the elements from which we were composed; energies like minerals, water, air, light and waves with each their own kind of consciousness. Since we were connected genetically with the rest of the biological world…we were not dead in that sense. As a third option I already suspected that all ones usable experiences in life, which had started with the genetic three …before one’ s life; after dead could be used as an energy working in two directions. That energy, like the electrons it was made of, is not destroyable; it can only change in form…and that is what happens to us before and during and after our life.
I experienced my ‘dead’ as being reborn in another dimension, in the awareness that ‘I’ and ‘we’ had already lived for ever…far before the existing of the first atom and the first cell…as a kind of physical energy with a ‘soul’, a bit if like the center of something ‘good’, like an artist trying always to express himself, wanting to become atom and cell and so on; while the entire process creates structure and cooperation in the different elements. And even if the total of matter should disappear, it would emerge in another point. That other point, that is the same, is the point with in the cycle of the 8-form. Like in DNA and the hart as center of the blood circulation. Like a star as the center of a part of macro matter and an atom as the center of micro matter a bit as well.
The feeling I had, was like watching the light that from the evening colors passes into the dark of the night and in a number of light gradations is being born again in the morning.
Just as like when you are living, when you do not know if there is life after dead, when you are dead , you do not know if you still have a body or not. This is strange, very strange…from one ‘mystery’ you in fact dive into another.
My individuality began a long journey alongside our collective and individual past to the point of my dead, where individuality again seemed to vanish in collectivity and yet it had a separated existence at the same time. It all happened rather fast, but on earth I would have needed many pages to describe. The voyage I was on, went from atom to cell and the building up of our existing society, it was like turning the pages of an educational book, but in a more clever than a digital way even. The more clear the message and contents from the journey were, the more effort the voyager had spent in his life, to understand the meaning of life.
The spiritual world was like a kind of internet-community, composed of the different kinds of tempers of everyone who had existed so far. Every life was a kind of ‘home-page’ in fact…with branches to all the ones in the human story they had known. ‘Had known’ or ‘knew’…it was not yet clear to me. It seemed that the better it became to live on earth, the more beautiful the symbolism between the ones that already past away (the past away’ s) and the still living in a classical way became. Was this what moved the interaction between the two worlds ?
As soon as I reached a certain point NOW on my and our earthly past, the new laws of my new form of existence, became clear to me. They not only made my speechless, I also could not ‘speak’ any more, when I got aware in which manner I could only express myself at the biologically living persons.
There also was the awareness that they could use my energy and I theirs…but only in a symbolical, intuition manner through thinking and dreams and images and things that happened…a kind of ‘inspiration’ in fact.
I did not only have a ‘voice’ any more, I also did not ‘see’ any more…because I myself had become a part of light and air and all the other elements I was composed of…without knowing exactly what…like one cannot see one’s own inside organs and like one can only see oneself in a mirror. We only can feel the intensity of who we are. Still I was able to think by means of images and thoughts, like one can see images in his head in a biological body…al dough some scientists say that they aren’t there. Stronger than before I felt the good person I had always been.
Another thing that became clear to me, was that I did not knew if I could still ‘hear’, because like something that was said…I could remember hearing voices and sometimes I wondered if a voice wasn’t a taught.
With ‘being dead’ the ‘emphasis’ was being put more on ‘feeling’, even ‘thought’ was a feeling. Trying to feel with who in life you really were connected with. Not literally ‘feeling’, but ‘touching each other in the spirit’, not in the ‘mind’(like in the soul) on earth…but it still seemed much like the positive feelings parents and friends can have for each other. It became clear to me, that during one’s life on earth all the consciousness and deeds one collects; all that positive and negative energy that interacts…at the same time on the ‘other side’ is being put together like a puzzle. The final ‘result’ gives you the amount of ‘inner knowledge’ you have reached when you die. Once when we no longer are biological, we can feel the intensity of who we are.

Ones earthly ‘soul’, based on positive and negative emotions, who commands ones earthly life; sometimes let’s go some pieces of ‘spiritual information’, we the ‘past away’ s’ , need…in order to be able to pass on our information. One’s final dead is the unified picture of your life, offered to you. From the moment you understand this at the other side, you get a kind of spiritual orgasm that enables you to realize that you are not alone at the other side…and that one can communicate as well with other spirits over there.
Just like on earth one needs other people to be oneself. On earth sometimes some people are aware of these things, but those moments seem to disappear because the amount of events that come and go. On the ‘other side’ there also are times when one can isolate oneself…that often are moments when one is the most in unity with everyone and everything. Not always nevertheless.
Just like a child that is born all of the sudden is surrounded met beings with which it has another kind of intensity in contact…no longer the strange noises from in the belly. People who believe in classical reincarnation would say that this is the bridge from one live to another, even if they believe that the soul only enters the body with birth.(Sunday 24 april2011 Eastern, most hot day in 60 years in Belgium).
On very clear moments in one’s life one can realize these things, but due to the fact of the never stopping flow of events, one is not always conscious of this process.
Like on earth, life after dead is not always ‘romantic’…because the process of consciousness that started with the voyage from atom to cell, organism, animal, men and society…that process continues after dead. It depends on your merits whether you are armed to be able to continue that awareness-project. Your ‘hierarchy’ as well depends from your merits…and this has not much to do with the diplomas you got, neither with the kind of work you did? You ,’biological living ones’ should be amazed about some people you taught you knew and who they are over here. But later more about that. If I get permission to say something about it, I will, but I have a feeling I won’t.
To be able to explain all this I have to get back to my puzzle of life

There was a reason why I had lived and still was living
I ‘watched’ the places in the world that I had abandoned and ‘saw’ de growth of the harvests on the fields near the roads I had lived and traveled. I saw the cars on the roads and the smoke coming from factories and some houses. I saw the animals, but he people, I did not see. Maybe I was in the people and that is why I could not see them anymore.
Very strange in the beginning. My friends only lived in my memories…I only could see them in my memories, which was a way of better understanding how they felt…even on a present stage basis.
But how they felt did not preoccupy me at the moment, I needed my energy to concentrate on a text of a novel or essay I wanted to complete. I had called the introduction ‘my inspiration maps’.
I saw the text lying on my desk, but how could I finish this book ?
Maybe there somewhere was a writer with still a biological life to lead, who read one of my former works and did not have any inspiration of from himself at the moment. During my life I had called into existence enough energy to allow me at this moment to be ‘connected’ with a living soul mate.
I would finish my book, through him. Sometimes he would be aware of my special kind of presence without knowing. Sometimes we were aware of each other, when he walked amongst the threes in the wood and taught about something he read about me. I always wanted to plant a wood myself and there was this writer who lived in a wood near water and entered his chalet, took the newspaper and cut out my photo and an article on my life. It gave me new energy to continue writing. A lot of writers were still continuing something amongst ‘us’ and ‘them’. Sometimes there seemed to be no difference amongst ‘them’ and ‘we’. Al dough we did not see ‘them’ busy with something…we felt what was going on in their world. Like the living sometimes were busy with the question what would happen after their dead, we, ‘past away’ s’ were busy wondering what our next life in the ‘after afterworld’ would be like. Our form of energy in the afterworld wasn’t eternal either and one day would change it ’s form as well. In a way we had we had bettered ourselves because we mainly communicated with spirits from the afterworld that used to have the same interests as we. It was very special how each of us tried to do this in his own way.
Those who as farmers had been concerned about agriculture, received energy from those who had liked doing this on earth. Communication between both sides worked as a system of connected fluids in different spaces. The negativism of a minority of farmers or landowners on earth often prevented the flowing of communication between farmers that had died and those still active on earth. Sometimes the representatives of the farmers in the afterworld came looking for advice with spirits that often had to deal with the same problems when they worked as farmers for example.
Then there was a communication amongst them and only the fact of this ‘exchange’ itself made it possible to generate some actions below that would improve something or that made farmers below aware. But sometimes it looked like a never ending struggle in each domain.
In the afterworld, the ones who caused those problems in the past suffered until some improvement was made.
So my friend the medium-writer had to tell people below to watch out and think about the suffering of their relatives in an heaven, that wasn’t always ‘heaven’ to them. Their relatives or people responsible for some misery of others should have to do something about it…before they end in the same position. If they act know, the ones who are at the origin of blockades between this world and the next shall free themselves here and in the next stage of life. In the afterworld the painfull part of the existence of ordinary working people is more quickly healed then of those who were responsible for big decisions. People who had mainly good intentions adapt very easily in what the afterworld has to offer. People who produced many good waves and did many good things to help others …still can feel how they are doing…without suffering and without being able to help them, when they aren’t conscious enough to ask it.
Those wise ‘afterworld’-men only can give some inspiration and advice, but the ‘receiving parts’ of the biologically living people have to be functioning…and they don’t when they are not in an emotional balance. Someone with too much negative emotions is a real problem for both the one below who is partly responsible for those emotions as for the one on earth. In many cases, help must come from other identities. Both groups have an important tool to help one another : the free will to act. This free will is a total product of all the situations where it was used and can for reasons, difficult to track down here on earth, be temporally blocked for both groups or their individual components. There for it is sometimes better not to act or stay in a position of indifferent balance.

The afterworld in which we function, only can make us philosophe about our ‘after afterworld’ because from time to time some ‘spirits’ disappear here, like on earth, some ‘souls’ disappear.
We use the term ‘after spirits’ here. We are trying to find the way to get in contact with them. Like on earth we still are in a kind of phase in between. Such a phase, like on earth you can divide in a number of stages of progressing or backsliding consciousness. Once more, what was already clear to me on earth became more clear to me in the afterworld. Everything is one and connected, but there are a number of phases. Like from silence seven sounds are born, with whom one can compose music, like from white all other colors are born. Like thought, feeling and inspiration can produce at least seven expressions of literature…from shouting to poetry…..Like one can touch someone’s skin in several ways as well. It was rather strange that some of us missed those last feelings and others didn’t. Why ? Again a question for us to solve. Did ‘time’ only continued to exist for those not feeling well because of existing ? Could we provoke the urge for a new genetic consciousness among the classical living ones ? “Did the classical ling beings then feel the urge to make new life, new individuals to come and continue the unfinished stories of the living and in a way of the dead ? Was this possible ? (24/4/2011)”
The search for a ‘why’ and ‘how’ was a never ending story it seemed.
Looking out for a new stage of existing in our development was a new kind of enigma, riddle to us.
I , unlike others, did not believe that we were going to reincarnate in another earthly body after disappearing out of the afterlife. I believed more in spiritual growth and trying to show the ones on earth, our genetic three, we partly left behind; that they had to help themselves to be get conscious happy and make a better world…in order to have a better life as well in the afterworld and help us at the same time by doing so. Our mutual development was inter dependent.
I was not much ‘home-sick’, I did not want to go back to the physical soul life, that was the embryo of our spirit and I did not think it was possible to return. Maybe I never know if some of my friends in the afterworld would have indeed reincarnated…or if they would have been ‘promoted’ to the after afterworld. They’d better leave those reincarnation-ideas to the policy of the ‘wisdom of the genetics’ of the earth. I , for the moment was already satisfied enough sharing the positive events on earth and seeing there really was a lot of hope for the world.
We spirits, in fact lived partly in the same world as the earth-people. Because we were pure air and light and waves…again, we were part of their chain of nutrition…and we had an influence on their daily lives. Some of my friends in spirit even went so far to think they could partly return by being present in genetic material. “No wonder an ejaculation is such a mass of sperms buzzy rush-thing”, I joked. There had to be a number of connections between the three different kind of worlds, just like the past and the present and the future are in fact one…maybe the earthly-life, the afterworld and the after afterworld were one as well, all together interacting in a dialectical way.
In the afterworld it was as well 2003 as below, and I was there since 1979 already. We used the same time and in fact there only was one…others said that according to Einstein everything was possible, even returning to the middle ages as a baby…but I answered that they should not use Einstein’s inventions to put him those words in his mouth. By the way, did anybody see Albert here ?
Nobody answered, so probably he already was in the future.
I ‘listened’ to stories of the lives of my friends in spirit, and I answered just by being ‘present’, that’s the way we talk over here. My conclusions were sent to the interfering frequencies of the medium-writer on earth I was in contact with…not like ‘dictating’, but just ‘waving’ some inspiration together, like one picks flowers and afterwards gives them as a present. My memories and his experiences produced the rest of the spiritual food. It depended of what kind of literature the medium-writer wanted to write in, in which neighborhood in the spiritual world I was to be found.
He is a good writer, because I often am to be found on high frequencies.
I decided to review some of the things I wrote in my time. In my earthly days I always had to look and look again to find my text…here they came faster than an internet connection to me, without having to type something on a search-machine. The fact that I was buzzy doing that was enough for the writer to have courage to continue with his work on special energies after his morning walk. Maybe someday, he would discover us ? My wish to write again, became his wish to write again and otherwise.
Where to write about ? About the ones who commit suicide on earth ? Some of them tire themselves out on earth because they had to many good intentions towards too much people…they recovered more quickly than the ones who spent a life complaining about their lives. Sometimes they didn’t cure at all. A lot of people who had died and who had not taken their own lives, in fact were committed on a long time basis. They could cure spiritually as well because it wasn’t always there fault that they didn’t discover the role of structures and people and emotions in their lives.
Sometimes we in the afterworld suppose that the after afterworld can guide some energy from the ones with less energy to the ones with not enough energy. I think I’m not ready for that job jet.
I had to many experiences giving my energy away for free in my lifetime…maybe it never was my decision…and maybe the decision was taken above my head.
To change energy seemed to be to me a far healthier process then only profiting from someone’ s stock. It means learning to express yourself and act in the common interest I think. It means recognizing ones limits and possibilities in the total picture of connections.
In the afterworld those who can give advice, do not have to suffer any more by taking over the sorrow of others and descending in too their levels of dimension of being.

I discovered that the more people were victims of fear and not-knowing, the more they were influenced by negative ideas. The negative influence of past away’ s who did much damage below, lived after them, but could not come back. Only the positive could come back. It really was encouraging. The meaning of life, in fact was that everyone should learn how to get really ‘strong’ and ‘good’ in order to learn how to be able to be a good advice giving being in the ‘hereafter’.
If you didn’t discover the truth about your own life, there was a change that you would return to the pure elements of nature, without being aware of who you in fact were. The meaning of life was, is and shall thus be , of preparing yourself for afterlife, each in one’s own way…whether that is cultivating tomatoes or writing, it can have the same result. Life is not only transmitted through genes, but also by means of air and light and waves and the rest of nature’s transport.
Life can be passed on, not only genetically, but also by the elements in nature under the form of energy…if it had gained the power to do so. Important to know was that one always could be present in the dimension you left…not only genetically…but also in the elements you fell apart in.
Even past, present and future were one and for some in a large extent predictable. The three dimensions were one, that became very clear to me. ‘Here, here after and there after’, all existed in the same time and place; just like past, future and present were one but in another dimension. Who really genetically came before me and after me ? Everybody in fact, biologically and spiritually, because if one goes back enough in time, we are one family. Those who ‘died’ in fact travelled in the antimatter of all kind of radiation, waves… , the air, the light, the minerals. And through the elements and the blood and so on they were in a kind of way a unity with the classical living being in the ‘here’, they in fact were a kind of software from the hardware ‘here’. Maybe send to the ‘here’ by the forces of the after afterlife as so to speak. We in the ‘here after’ were a kind of interconnection in fact with the after afterlife. If one has to learn something about life, one can in an almost non intervening way live those experience through the life stories of the ones in the ‘here’, not forgetting that the 3 worlds are in fact one. Just as one can only get advice from worlds of a higher dimension in each direction, the need for advice must come from the one who needs the advice him or herself. The ones in this life ‘here’ have practically full control of their lives, but not entirely, because of the permanent eternal interaction. If one asks strength in order to achieve something, one’s demand is achieved when the energetic time to obtain it is right. (‘it’, being wisdom for the greater part).
The 3 dimensions were one and all present with in the same time and space.
The more fear and unconsciousness there was among the classical living in the ‘here’, the more they were under the influence of the negative influence of other living beings. It was only possible to give positive advice each time a real honest being needed it. Such a being dough had to have attained some level of comprehension of the language of the spiritual world. In the old religious meaning, this was what was mend with ‘angel guardians’. Every one lived and acquired experiences and lived in the direction of his dead, without knowing that the ‘good part of the life after dead’, also was present on earth in a spiritual way.
The bad intentions of those who had died, could not be present in the ‘here after’ or the after afterlife’- spheres…but were only genetically present in the emotionally negative part of the genetic heritage. The same was true for the positive emotions…with this difference that the positive intentions of the past away were present outside the genetic heritage and in the hereafter and after hereafter. The bad intentions did not pass through the 2 other world, they kept being destructive until they poled in too positive attitudes. The more people reacted more as real human positive beings, the more the spiritual forces could do their ‘job’. The meaning of life therefor is that people in the ‘here’ should become so wise that they can act as god energy in the hereafter and after hereafter. In a way a lot of life is determined there for…it depends and the growing process of each individual in interconnection with the ones surrounding him or her. Some people can understand their lifelines with others better than others. They often get stuck in their own evolution because the others are not ready yet.
In order to be of use to the biological living, one has to have discovered the truth about life and one’s own life and the interconnection of lives, in a significant way. If not, one returns to the pure consciousness of the elements themselves…or one stays partly in the negative part of the genetic heritage…or one has to pass through an emotionally healing cure in the hereafter…a cure not needed any more by those who were already mature enough. But keep in mind always along wanting to understand this theory, that the 3 worlds in fact are one ! The ideal combination was a living being who understood his spirits completely. Such a person was an omni talented and had to offer a broad scale of insights. To put it simply. In fact we all wait for our deaths in order to become a better ‘guide’ then we already were when we lived biologically. (in the best case that is).
All the positive and the understanding of the negative, that we, during our earthly lives could not pass on to others, become clear to everybody who needs it, in his or hers own time and is a part of the never ending healing process that leads to eternal consciousness.
The ultimate meaning of this life ,was is and shall be that one has to prepare oneself for dead and this by knowledge and being aware of one’s inner…and by doing so, contributing to an improvement in quality of human living conditions on earth. Life cab not only be passed on by genetics, but also under the form of all kinds of special energy…if one has achieved the force to do so. It was important to realize that one could in a number of ways still be in the dimension that one had visibly left…not only in a genetic way, but also in the elements of nature themselves. Being aware of this all, puts one’s self in a very good feeling.
From my new kind of feeling I could pass this to the writer that I cared for. He had read a few of my artistic and scientific work. I could help him finish his search…and I proved him that only ‘the good’ , the source of everything could return. Because I knew he still needed prove…so I helped him. He was not always aware that I (and other spirits in each of the 3 dimensions, were helping him)
He knew that ‘nothing’ could not exist…because everything always tends to explode when it is equal or near ZERO…something with contains no matter cannot exists, meaningless cannot exist. The smaller something gets the more pressure is exposed on it. This is the same for stars as for human relations.
He knew that the electrons were the not destroyable building materials of everything. He knew a lot about the elements and the game of electrons with their proton and neutron charged atoms and nucleons and their condition of indifferent balance. Whenever he was studying I helped him reach the symbolism behind all those laws. He was enormously interested in the things of science. He realized he always met the right persons and read the right books to help him answering the links between life and dead.
He found out that with every end of something physical, chemical,…)the consciousness of those elements moved to the not yet vanished elements…because the wisdom of the original composition did not have to disappear. Thus physics and chemic became biology, because the main law of life is that everything is an evolution to more and more consciousness. The first cells die without being able to multiply themselves.
The consciousness of those cells came as a kind of energy ‘visiting’ the following cells that still had a classical living string with nature …in those days when there were not yet organisms that could move on their own . The consciousness of the ‘dead’ but not ‘dead’ material (who was transformed in another kind of matter) came visiting the new still living cells giving them ‘advice’. Those visits let to cells being able to DIVIDE themselves…which let to biological reproduction , the first independent organisms and a consciousness that became more the just the sum of the elements and combinations they were made of. Nature was trying to teach us, that in order to survive you had to learn how to divide. Then came the step from animal to men…from looking to things to thinking about things. Men build relationships in their tribe, later their village, their town and so on. On a graveyard in a village you can see the amount of combination life used to use to guide the game of attraction and repulsion, of equality…to always filter past and present.
Poverty, wars and natural disasters have intervened in this ‘wanting to be of being’…they must be prevented because they disrupt things on a certain level. We have to get aware of this.


donderdag 4 november 2010

closer to the soul intro

Closer to the soulintro

Closer to the soul intro

Hello, allow me to present myself. My name is ‘combination’. Of course I also have a name which my family passed me on. In Dutch it means ‘he that watches from a mountain’. If I was to give a definition of my name, I would give you a philosophical meditation I once wrote :
everybody has a name
everybody has a name My name is combination. I combine. The innocent aspirations of youth, with the illusions and the wrong mirrors of reality, of growing up, with the hope for new illusions to believe in, with the fate that we evolve to the real lessons, to the real feeling, to the best act in real art's NOW------ I combine. The pains and joys of the past, with understanding the present ones with the aspirations of tomorrow with all the energy deep inside me----- I combine. The political theories with the working conditions, with the real emotional world of daily people, with wanting to change things----- I combine. The news on war, poverty, famine, with all kind of wealth diseases , with all kinds of unhappiness that reigns, with breaking the solitude of the individual------ I combine. The living and the dead, with the longing for fulfillment with wanting to recognize , who in fact I am, with observing all kinds of forgotten energies------ I combine. Friendship and Love and Lust with satisfaction and negative emotions, with solutions and new problems, with rest and unease---- I combine, I combine, I combine. I cannot do otherwise, al dough I try, I always have to combine. Because combination shall be my name until it's no longer necessary... And I become part of another world ? combination Is there an energy with a comparable consciousness as ours, which did not need to follow the same evolutionary road ?

Not just by coincidence, Life that has existed for ever, used it’ s current big bang cycle to try to make us aware of It’ s meaning. When you study science you will discover the wonder that preceded us. Then you might have the following feeling that will occur in your mind :
"Peace will come in the hart of the ones with the honest souls. Preserve the earth from destruction and lead the people towards better lives. The world is one, never ever forget. There is only one life and one world, take your responsibility and live as conscious as possible.
Be light to be a guide. Go to the streets, speak of joys to be. Your place is everywhere you will feel free. Observe, restrain your forces.
Show them what the material world and the spiritual matter is all about. The truth is very simple. It's hidden in the past, lives in the present and needs the future. Why is there so little joy to be found amongst many ? People do not wonder enough about who they really are and what the life they lead really means. They should be more philosophers, they should ask themselves why they live in a society of wealth and poverty, peace and war, stress at work and unemployment. But there are other reasons for the lack of joy also...
reasons one cannot write about yet...and reasons one cannot write about."
Looking back at those words at the end of july 2006, I can indeed say that peace can only come in my heart the day more people start thinking and acting to make this world a good place to live for everyone. Why should we let the direction of this world in the hands of a tiny minority exploiting it for the sake of the same minority ? Why should we be forced to sit down and watch this world go to pieces more and more, day by day ? The ones we are used to see on our screens, shaking their 'important' hands, having a drink behind their long reunion tables, planning wars and presenting themselves as the heroes of the human race, in fact are the same ones that feed barbarity.
They prevent people from having a meaningful job and hold them into a kind a slavery. They control States and companies and therefore have a great power over our lives. They in fact dictate what news is to be brought and they keep on writing their own blood version of history
And what about we ? We accept the hundred ways in which they control our lives. When will it get through to a majority of us...the condition this world is in, is the result of our unconsciousness and our unwillingness to do something about it...we gave and give them a free hand. Will we further allow them to lie to us about what real freedom and human values are all about ? We won't...and 'we' begins with us.
Which are the reasons why we often have a lack of joy and personal and social commitment ? If we want to know where our negative emotions come from and who in fact we are...we should not go to our different kind of existing churches for an explanation.
If you like to go to churches and read some ancient texts, then do it in a way that you keep in mind that the people who wrote those texts were a product of their time as much as we are now. Philosophical answers and faith can as well be found in the things that science reaches us then in several holy texts. It is to be said that some of them have become outdated, especially those who consider humor a dangerous thing and who teach that one kind of believers is 'better' then another one. But let us consider ourselves as humans instead of uncritical followers of some kind of believe. By connecting philosophy with science I'll try to prove that believing in what science teaches us does not necessarily go against religious aspirations as eternal life.
What we really are and where we came from.
In fact in our search for the meaning of life, we can start by realizing that something can only exist if it has a meaning, a sense.
Why is that ? Because something without a form cannot exist...every kind of matter that tends to take a space which tends to approach or equalize to 'zero' ...it explodes. It's just like 'the' or one of the 'big-bangs' of the history of universe. Too much pressure on a certain point, makes everything explode, in both the micro and macro world...who in fact are one : stars, atoms, cells, ...even our relations...too much pressure makes new developments possible...if these are improving the position of the old situation...we call something 'meaningful'.
The laws of nature developed very ideal conditions for life as we know it, to get started. After the big-bang there wasn't really anything one could 'touch'. Matter existed as different kind of radiation. In Dutch the word for 'radiation' is 'straling'...when someone is happy we say he looks 'stralend'. It were the laws and try-outs of radiation that produced the first atom and later on the planets and the climate conditions that created the first cell and so on. It really is an amazing story which one can look up for oneself. So next time you walk through a forest be also aware of the speed with which the earth under your feet still travels in the direction it was pushed some 15 billion years ago.
All that beautiful past, all the wisdom the first cells attained when they learned how to divide to stay alive...all of that stuff is still living the very moment you read these words. When we die a part of us becomes minerals and so on, but the radiation leaves our bodies...the study of the way our mind observes and some personal experiences I prefer not calling 'mystical', as well as some scientific studies lead me to strongly believe that our lives not only have a social meaning...but on a personal level we interact to create the conditions that bring us closer to our soul. Our soul, not only the pieces of genetic heritage going back to the first cells...but the essence that is really ours...maybe it's our continuous enriched radiation from so long ago.
In fact, isn't everything that exists not only one soul ? We see 'God' as the ideal abstract person which controls everything, but in fact the purpose of our evolution is to make this world work so that we materially can live in peace to spend more and more time in comparing the ways in which we give meaning to our lives. To someone who believes in reincarnation we would say that the same person can appear under approximate the same conditions after a billion big-bangs for example...or maybe we could answer that we were already there as a piece of all the ones we descended from. We are a great mix, but the navigator inside us should always follow the line of his hart, not the line of how much money he can make or how he can take a revenge on someone. We should all try to overcome all our philosophical, religious and personal differences and negative emotions based on what ever happened in the past and forget our bloody history and start again by focusing on the present and wishing good things for the future to come.

Matter and spirit have always been one. Matter was energy and energy always means the possibility of creation and evolution.
Even if one tries to destroy energy you always get a change of form, no vanishing into nothing.
'The meaning of life' is something that has always been there. The journey from nature to human culture was a very long one.
Matter contains energy that has prepared the coming into being of spiritual energy...or maybe matter originally always was the total collected energy between two big bangs. The first meaning of life is therefore the coming into existence, the maintenance and growth of spiritual matter. All chemical and physical powers like temperatures, distances, speeds, pressure , time as well;
all movements from atoms and cells ...everything serves the growth of spiritual energy.
It has always been like this, because electrons cannot be destroyed. Our mind is not only composed by the electrons of all our brain cells, but of the atoms of all our other cells. In fact we can say that all our cells have a specific consciousness.
The question 'who are we', can best be answered by 'where do we come from'. That question no longer is a monopoly of religion. 'Religion' comes from the French word 'relier', combining. Combining science and philosophy and politics and psychology, helps us to understand the real meaning of our lives. 'Faith' can be based upon a beautiful smile or brilliantly used words or notes as well...the answer to the question 'the meaning of life', never only is intellectual.

In fact the ones who wonder to much about whether there is or isn't a God, are occupied with the following question : 'Is there an energy that has less or as much or more consciousness as we...and did that energy not have to travel all the way from radiation to atom to cell and human being to achieve this consciousness ' ? What kind of energy is present in and before a big-bang : t the enriched energy of the previous cycle of big-bang and collapse in one point again ...or is it every time the same kind of energy starting all the way from the same energy level ?
So in fact what some call 'god' could be the expression of the longing for more energy, more enriched consciousness...in the present, future and past, the past, being the previous energy level situation. In fact when we die we maybe still have our radiation as a form of being aware.
It thus seems that the creation of endless energy always restarts with not wanting to be nothing or nobody...both non existing things. 'Radiation' thus is the combination of all kinds of energy that existed in a cycle between two big-bangs and which wants to start again and start something new.
Is it Einstein and others and their books and heritage or the radiation they are amongst us that makes me conclude all this after years ? Who knows and how to make it concrete...by literature maybe...if not in daily life, there are a lot of strange things happening ?
Rather than being divided into traditional believers and their divisions on the one hand and those who believe in another way and it' s divisions... aren't there enough other questions we should resolve ?
Why isn't there a system for managing society that makes ignorance, war, poverty and famine impossible ?
How come the relationship between 'lovers' or other relationships can be so complicated ?
So, in one question : 'why does man have so much difficulties with those strange 'things' like god, dead, history, money or values like friendship, family, pleasure, lust, ... ' ?
I think for one part it is because we haven't learned to observe objectively enough...aren't our observations continuously being deformed by our own or the negative emotions and ignorance of others ?
On the other hand it seems like maybe even before the ejaculation and the landing of the egg, there's a game between coalitions of genes going on...like as if our past seeks to continue it' s story in the future already...
not wanting to become 'meaningless' but learning the lessons the previous generations we ones were still had and have to learn. So in fact life has always been and is an endless school, teaching in many ways.

In this part of my writing I will not talk a lot of Life in it’ s social and political appearance. Those economic conditions do influence our relations and awareness a lot and history tries to invent a more neutral system to manage society on a world scale starting from the place you work or live. Later on I will give you a link where an alternative for the current systems is presented.
It is important to keep in mind that in order to abolish poverty and war and so many forms of needless exploitation it is necessary to become aware of one’ s personal evolution. When to many people keep on being prisoners of their own negative emotions or those of others, this will put too much weight on the historical process of renewal. That is the way the total hierarchy of all kinds of evolutions work.
To show you why Life’ s good energy comes along more often on times when you understand more about your personal or total environment of relations, I will tell you the stories of a number of people whose lines crossed directly and indirectly those of the preacher whose autobiography I am trying to write. We have agreed that he can intervene in these texts, whenever he feels like it.

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