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Meditation On Death
Each of us carries locked up in our DNA an ancestral memory of a time in which we were not separated from the Creation stories. In one of my early visions, I saw that we all have been a part of many worlds. We move from world to world on a great cosmic journey, but, here on Earth, our journey has become interrupted. We have become caught in some kind of tidal backwash or eddy in which we have the illusion of moving forward when in reality we are standing still. We are in an endless cycle of recurrence when we tend to make the same choices, repeating the same patterns, and make the same errors lifetime after lifetime.
This is much like the movie “Groundhog Day”, in which we have the vague sense of familiarity that we have done all this many times before. We just do not know how to break the cycle. We have fallen asleep in the time-stream of physical existence and do not know how to wake up.
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We come into this world over and over again believing that we are here for the first time and we do not know where we came from, why we are here, or where we are going.
I saw that deep down we know the answers to these questions, but we have to find that place within us that remembers. That place is deeper than the ordinary mind can penetrate. . . .
The promises of all religions pale against the real experience of ecstatic union, which is sublime beyond imagining. Ecstatic union is the true and forgotten path of the whole of humankind.”
