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Congratulations Skarekrow - Quadricentennial celebrations!! Half the images I look for when I'm trying to find one to post here have "Merkabah" as the source on Google lol.
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As a child who had night terrors ever single night (some I would classify as OOBEs, others just lucid nightmares), the line between awake and asleep was very often blurred...where something would chase me as I ran back to my bed for example and at the moment I reached it I would wake and start seeing things in the dark and scream my fucking head off.
But then I figured out how to just jump back to my body and force my eyes open even while the dream was fading.
That’s when it all stopped.
At least as a nightly occurrence.
But that wasn’t until after several years of this BS.
You would think I would have more of an aversion to reaching out to certain states of mind after those kind of traumatic childhood experiences but it seemed to only deepen my interest - I was the only 2nd grade child checking out one of the four paranormal books the school library had and asking my parents about ghosts (who of course said - of course they aren’t real)
(But our church says we have a spirit...so?)
I had no one to really discuss it with or get answers of any sort from...which made me withdrawn.

I was thinking about what you said - I bet the lonliness of the experiences was as hard to deal with as the fear of the tangible paranormal nightmare-ish side of it. I can really understand why you got interested instead of frightened off, because that happened to me with my own rather different but deeply disturbing things. Facing the dark and unknown, acknowledging and even embracing it is better by far than running from it. Your thread is full of that. Jung says things much better than I can and I'm sure they are familiar to you, but I find great comfort in these:

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The next post after this one should be page 400 (unless I counted wrong...20 posts per page right...so maybe the 21st post will be page 400 IDFK?)...someone else can have the honor.
Crazy that this thread has lasted as long as it has and has taken on a life of it’s own in many ways...at least for me.
I know some of it is way out there...but it has always been my intent to push said boundaries both in my personal life and here on this thread.
What I never anticipated was how many people would be interested or had similar thoughts or experiences...I think it’s an INxx thing maybe?
Also...I have to say when I started this thread that I thought I could never have both a rational view of reality, while not dismissing the seemingly irrational...that I could be both an agnostic and still have a strong sense of faith.
A few years ago those would clash in my mind.
I hope you will all call me out if I ever lose my perspective or open-mindedness and start to speak in concrete terms or in a overly egotistic manner.
This thread has been my blog and outlet as well as a place to share ideas and interesting information...it has helped me in a cathartic way many times and that mostly has to do with those who follow along and have always offered kind and supportive words and showed true friendship and compassion when I was at some of my lowest times in my life.
Thank you all for not being judgmental of what I post or of me...thank you for your empathy.
It’s because of your feedback that this has turned into the novel that it has...lol.
Much and love and very humble thank you’s to all!
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Happy 400!

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Thank you John!
I have a feeling that you understand my childhood POV quite well - at least similarly...it’s just not something easily put into words.
Ineffable stuff.
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Congratulations Skarekrow - Quadricentennial celebrations!! Half the images I look for when I'm trying to find one to post here have "Merkabah" as the source on Google lol.
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I find that slightly crazy...but pretty cool too.
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Not to mention we are getting awfully close to 8000 posts on this mother.
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God
BY KAHLIL GIBRAN

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master,
I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee
for ever more.”

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay
hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed
away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love
thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall
inherit thy kingdom.”

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant
hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the
face of the sun.”

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.​
 

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God
BY KAHLIL GIBRAN

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master,
I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee
for ever more.”

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay
hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed
away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love
thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall
inherit thy kingdom.”

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant
hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the
face of the sun.”

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.​
It can be a weird shock when he says ‘We Are’ instead of the expected ‘I Am’ :)
 
It can be a weird shock when he says ‘We Are’ instead of the expected ‘I Am’ :)
Weird but refreshing and thoughtful imho. :)
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Weird but refreshing and thoughtful imho. :)
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Not half! My shadow was lit up like a Christmas tree - one of the most disturbing experiences I've faced. And one of the most important
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Not half! My shadow was lit up like a Christmas tree - one of the most disturbing experiences I've faced. And one of the most important
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Part of why I’ve always loved Gibran was for the way he speaks of God.
There is never a denomination though it’s quite obvious in his writings that he is very well versed in many religions.
He always just speaks of God as God and not belonging to any particular religion or belief superimposing their laws of what God is and is about onto what God actually is in your heart.
 

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Part of why I’ve always loved Gibran was for the way he speaks of God.
There is never a denomination though it’s quite obvious in his writings that he is very well versed in many religions.
He always just speaks of God as God and not belonging to any particular religion or belief superimposing their laws of what God is and is about onto what God actually is in your heart.
That’s the way it has to be in any actual encounter. The poem reminded me of something that happened a few years ago that I’m still coming to terms with. Religions bring you a little way then shroud everything in veils - perhaps it’s more merciful that way. But I find my words are forced through a cheese grater when I talk about this stuff.