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Post by popee on May 26, 2012 14:16:58 GMT
serve God, or serve yourself
pick one
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Post by popee on May 26, 2012 14:35:47 GMT
how wide is your field of view? how narrow is your perspective?
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Post by withinsilence on May 26, 2012 16:40:36 GMT
define God? and after you try to, ask yourself why is your perception, definition correct? Your perception is based on what? Are we all not living in our own separate psychological reality for a time? Is this itself not God, the psychological reality, or the essences of it, the infinite potentiality of it?
To reduce God to an intellectual belief, is to protect oneself against a direct experience of God. To experience the infinite one cannot use finite means.
The word God describes many things to many minds; drop the mind, its concepts and then ones intellectual understanding transcends into inner knowing or direct personal experience, that which is unexplainable.
Whose experiences are exactly the same as another as to be the only truth? Yet Truth is undivided.
As all words are abstraction of reality, so then the word God is what?
One has not a field of view thus no limitations. One knows it knows not, this is true knowing. One has not perspectives thus no view only acceptance of all life as it is.
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Post by popee on May 27, 2012 1:04:56 GMT
lol Is there anything which is not?
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Post by withinsilence on May 27, 2012 11:34:50 GMT
lol Is there anything which is not?
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Post by withinsilence on May 27, 2012 11:40:56 GMT
From the band Styx:
Welcome to the grand illusion Come on in and see what's happenin' Pay the price get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playin' Suddenly your heart is pounding You're wishing secretly you were a star
But don't be fooled by the radio The TV or the magazine They'll show you photographs Of how your life should be But they're just someone else's fantasies
So if you think your life is complete confusion 'Cause you never win the game Just remember that it's a grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same
So if you think your life is complete confusion 'Cause your neighbor's got it made Just remember that it's a grand illusion Deep inside we're all the same
America spells competition Join us in our blind ambition Get yourself a brand new motor car
But someday soon we'll start to ponder What on earth is this spell we're under We made the grade and still we wonder Who the hell we are
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