Reality

I left the chat not understanding why I felt this way, or what it was exactly that was irritating my mind. It was late at night by this time, so everyone was asleep in my house. I thought, perhaps, a little meditation would help soothe the mind whammy. Well, to jump past the boring details of my meditation, I did come to a simple conclusion: I needed to write exactly what was on my mind, even if the English language was insufficient to explain exactly what was going through my mind. The one topic that invaded my mind and has yet to leave has been reality. It's by far one of the most enjoyable, but confusing topics I've ever pondered, and it's rare that when I'm in a pensive mood that isn’t the topic on my mind. Anyway, here is what was written word for word in its roughest form, not corrupted by revisions and editing. Enjoy:

Reality is one of the most painful, yet refreshing, topics for me to contemplate. Ask Marian Plank if you're a validation critic; many times have I unloaded it all on her, and I thank her for her open-mindedness. Seldom do I go to sleep at night where the topic on my mind isn't reality. It's become a plague-like phantom, haunting my life and tormenting my mind, yet filling the ever-slumping 'Answer? column in the Q/A list of life. I have, for a long time now, been refining my reality. I've shaped, molded, diced and sliced it from all angles until nothing was left. Then, like the immeasurable size of space packed into an anvil of infinite weight, it slammed head-on with my mind and soul. The collision was sparked by a tiny seed planted in my mind from the mind of Richard Bach through his book Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. If you do not own your own copy, I command you to get one. Simply put, this is what that seed developed into:

Physicality, developed through all physical sensory perception, has absolutely no relation to what my reality is besides being the learning ground through which it may advance (please reread this very sentence once you are finished reading this writing). I view physical life as a child views a video game: the real controls and learns from the illusion of the unreal. I believe that true reality exists within a spiritual realm, and that physical life is just a game of illusions- a learning ground. Our spirit (or soul) whatever word you prefer to use) is who we really are. Our body is a vessel we are controlling with our spirit so it may move on and grow.

Then I began to think, if life truly is a 'video game', then there are codes that defy the rules of this game. If a man has the power to bend a spoon, something real amongst the physical, then surely all of us can. But wait, bending a spoon with your mind seems to be breaking the rules. Perhaps this man (I know his name, it just isn't coming to me right now) has come to the realization that all things that surround him aren't real, and knowing this gives him the advantage he needs to manipulate it in the ways he chooses to. Let me say it another way: gravity seems pretty real to all of us. We trip and fall every now and then and face the humility that follows. Yet, levitation is a documented truth defying the physical rules of life. I'm using these truths merely to validate my theory of life, not to inspire you to start bending your silverware or levitating off your bed. Perhaps you may see something in this, deep down in this, and ignite a spiritual healing talent or a psychic medium ability that will shine light on people within your lives. It was written that Jesus could heal all sicknesses. Perhaps we are able to also if we realize what is real and what isn't. John Edward is an incredible psychic medium, and I've had the privilege to view several episodes of his television show. He reunites people with relatives or friends that have passed and brings ease to the families still living within the physical world.

The Celestine Prophecy, a book by James Redfield, explains how a spiritual wave will sweep over the world in the new millennium, and millions of people will suddenly realize their spiritual truths. Maybe it's just my own truth that I've realized, but it seems so completely probable that it has become my foundation of belief. Physical life, for me, isn't real at all, even now in my everyday life. I have a whole new outlook on the processes that take place daily concerning me. Simply drinking a glass of milk is an entirely new experience than it used to be, because my realization makes it an unreal experience. I find it so much easier to learn in physical life with such an open outlook on it. I also find that fear itself has become non-existent at all, physically or spiritually. Believing this in my heart and mind is real to me, yet to satisfy criticism from the unreality I'm conforming to within physical life, I have to say that everything within this writing may be wrong.

To finally conclude this post, I just want you to know that writing that down eased that pain I was experiencing. In fact, I now can explain to you without confusion on your part what that pain was since it wasn't physical; but I think you can figure it out from here. Thank you for reading.