HUMANS ARE HILARIOUS

When young, everything is strange, but soon familiar, comfortable, however, new is uncomfortable, change is uncomfortable.  Mind adjusts, accepts things as they are.  Exposed to more, and more.  Mind realizes it views life from its position.  I am just a watcher, an observer, a point of observation, nothing more.  I interact with my surroundings enough to not die. I watch my mom, dad.  Strangers at first, now familiar, house familiar, yard, neighborhood, city.   “So this is my situation, circumstance.”  We are called humans, male, female.  My family are farmers.

I am mind.  This body is my vehicle.  It senses.  There are others like me.  I am watching a movie.  People come and go, things happen.  Kids playing, arguing, fighting, crying, taking.  Adults come get them.  I am learning more about this vehicle, this human, the way it functions.

This body wants to live.  It’s noisy when uncomfortable.  Sleeps when satisfied.  Shivers when cold, sweats when hot, eats when hungry.  Body inconvenient.  I Wish I could just float around and learn without this body.  However, being one of them, helps me understand them better, never-the-less, taking care of this body is time consuming.

The humans care how they look, dress, what they own, what other humans think.  They have religions, laws.  Some humans do things that other humans think are not acceptable.  There norms, things you must do and things you shouldn’t do.  There are cultural and societal expectations. Everywhere I go they are different.  Humans dress, talk do things different in different places.  The world a variety of creatures.  There are animals in, on, above the soil.  Humans build things to live in, tools, transportation, tools to kill animals to eat, tools to work the soil to grow food.  Almost everything they do is to maintain their bodies, and to have fun.

I am an intelligence currently living in a human.  It’s temporary.  Humans die.  And they make more humans.  There are accidents, and war where lots of humans get killed.  Lots of crying and dying.

I am alive in a movie.  I am one of the characters.  I watch the movie from a position just above and behind my character’s head.  Most of the intelligences in humans never wake up totally and realize their living in a human character that is an actor in a movie.  They take life seriously, take the movie seriously.  Watching the movie, humans taking life seriously with their beliefs and conclusions, does make for a more interesting movie.  It’s not boring.  It’s dangerous.

Speaking of dangerous, there are humans who, if they know you are a watcher, if you speak contrary to their beliefs and conclusions, will kill you.  Those humans are the most serious humans of all.

Even when young I knew life wasn’t serious, was just a Do Something Game.  I didn’t know the details, just felt nothing was very important.  But the humans I encountered thought certain things were important, very important.  If you want to get along (since you’re here) you have to play the game at least a little bit.  And its fun, so why not.  And for the most part, humans are hilarious.  However, I have empathy when they suffer, and they suffer because they don’t know their in a movie.  But, never-the-less, thanks for the entertainment.  It can be a lot of fun playing a human.

How you deal with humans is up to you (as is everything else that you encounter on earth).  You cannot but make decision equal to your knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.   Where much is given, much is available.  HOWEVER, most humans run live their lives according to their genetic inheritances, indoctrination, programming and their personally acquired beliefs, biases, prejudices and conclusions.