Everything Belongs: Eben Alexander: A Neurosurgeon's Journey through the Afterlife

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Eben Alexander: A Neurosurgeon's Journey through the Afterlife https://youtu.be/qbkgj5J91hE

Awaken2Now Podcast

Forestalling during an argument is a tactic. Forestalling after the question’s answer is abundantly clear is unremitting fear. Defending one’s lifelong ephemeral craving for eternal justice is this individualist’s last futile effort in excluding unconditional love as being infinitely true.

Are you fighting against cancer or are you imaginatively seeking a cure? If the latter, is the cure within you — bearing in consciousness and awareness that the possibility strongly exists that every breath you’ve over taken has been an infinite first realisation, resulting from this unseen oxygen that was utterly free? Could the cure irrespective of the cancer’s prognosis involve being here and now? Where else has anyone ever possible been? As soon as anyone labels and judges another person or group or race— understanding at that second ceases.

“She’s a Muslim.” Understanding stops. “He’s an Atheist.” Understanding is over. “He’s a Jew,” or “Calvinist," or "Baptist," or "Cub Scout," or "Pigmy Retirement Association," or "carbuncle," ad nauseam.... Indeed, such meaningless nomenclature niggles one into an unendurably irritating irksome. Such 'united we stand' as remotely connected to 'divided we failed' before we popped through our mother's placental fluids and were forced to concede to Alabama-like parochialism. Upon being born sinfully abhorrent embryos, by de-fault we were summarily placed on a prickly lifetime probation injunction. "Goo goo gah gah!" "How dare you curse me you ungrateful wretch!" Didn't get out of the gate before we galled any remnants of goodness the Canaanite killing god got all galled over! God unquestionably shouted at everyone at once to massacre the Canaanites -- women and children to boot? No wonder the word 'believe' lost its luster after the Santa Claus came to Target before he slid into any town whatsoever. If God says you shall not murder and men stencil it into stone and then this same God mandates the Mennonites be mauled beyond recognition by the men who stenciled the 'no murder' statute in the stone, our trains went off the rails before we even got a chance to unwittingly break one freakin rule!

Little narcissistic-like Napoleon complexed and concussed men killed the Canaanites on a whim and that's were we got the idea that it's better to ask for forgiveness that permission. Heck! These jerk water halfwits got their schadenfreude pain-joy fix and pencil whipped God as His own law breaker and then went to the local Pub and bragged about it. This is insanity and we've sorely underestimated a God who is love and even infinite but has temperamental outbursts when men feel like He should have but didn't. "Vengeance is mine says the men who cleaned house with the Canaanites."

We don’t see others as they are, but rather as we are. These are words.

Concepts. Metaphorical language at best and we’ve been hoodwinked into hating based on this immediate panicky desire for certitude outcomes perhaps and because - quite frankly, we don’t trust what we believe when the preposterousness of our beliefs baffle even the most disturbed madman.

Everything Belongs

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Eben Alexander: A Neurosurgeon's Journey through the Afterlife

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