Thursday 20 June 2013

My understanding of a genius of our current reality

A genius is a symbol of the collective future intelligence of humanity. He sees what the the humanity of his time does not see. He is ahead of the time and is perhaps looking at life, perception of reality, existence, God, problems of our times; beyond the filters of the mind. He is able to see what the others cannot and realizing that he keeps going about his life for the greater good of humanity. He has perhaps realized that it is possible to envision without being trapped by the perceptive constraint of time. He lives in the now and increases his awareness with every passing moment, which means he becomes more wise, intelligent and aware as he moves on in his life. He also has a sixth sense or a powerful intuition and this comes naturally to him. He has learnt how to use his increasing awareness and intuition for the benefit of the world. He loves the world as it is but makes efforts to make it better with his gifts. He takes this as a responsibility and not a burden and this continues to inspire him to keep going without any expectation of a reward or recognition. If they come along the way, he will take it in his stride with gratitude and become even more responsible for doing even greater work in his life.

His love for nature and humanity transcends beyond self and just humans. He is in harmony with himself, his species and the nature. He sees his primary purpose to understand the most existential questions regarding life and makes efforts to move humanity to a higher level where humanity as a whole will be closer to getting those answers. He recognizes this as his part of sharing the collective responsibility, to take humanity along with him towards a higher understanding of life. He has a strong connection with the global consciousness and as he goes about his life, more and more neural, social and technological systems begin to resonate with his sense of purpose, life and what we are here to do.

The power of his imagination goes beyond the world we know, understand or can comprehend. It transcends materialism, time and space. This gives him the ability to look at the existing world and humanity as a whole, beyond religion, politics, science, economics and other believe systems that humans have created. He chooses to focus his life on the area of his calling and his work comes to him as a form of meditation and utter joy. He knows that he can create the future and his role is to continue making contributions from his side and leave the rest. He realizes that unconditional love is the strongest force and energy in the world and has the power to resolve all the negatives that the humanity faces. A genius chooses to make his contribution to the world and humanity through his actions in the area he knows is his calling and strives to take himself and the humanity with him to a higher level during his current form of life he understands or till his material death.

Sunday 9 June 2013


A Conversation with God

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the after life?” “More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked. “Yup,” I replied.“I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said.

 “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff rightt here.”You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure,maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside,but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

 “Oh,”you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me. “You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything.
But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots.

Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait.If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”“Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said,“you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself.
Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
(Adapted from 'The Egg' by Andy Weir. Original source of the core message is unknown)