SO YEAH, I'M BACK

 I died.  I left my body.  I sat in space.  What should I do next?  Thought about it.  Haven’t decided.  What are my options?  Imagined as many as I could.  Still undecided.  Many consciousnessess came in various energy forms.  I could feel their energy.  I discerned their messages, their thoughts, their intent.  They didn’t come close.  Something was keeping them back.  Was it me, my energy?  Probably.  After a time they all left.  I was alone again, trying to figure out what I wanted.  So far, I wanted nothing.  Just relaxing is awesome.  No chaos.  Just peace.  Being unborn, being nothing, not even knowing I am nothing, like sleep, very restful.  Occasionally I wake up and realize I was nowhere, and of course upon awakening, realize I am somewhere, in some space, somewhere where, where nothing exists, but me.  Interesting.    Then the thought came, “Do you want to be disorganized as an intelligence, as a consciousness, as a energy-form, a being?”  Gee I thought, that’s a lot of words.  I answered the thought with this thought, “I’m not sure yet.  I’ll think on it.”   And then I fell asleep again.  This time when I woke up I remembered that physicality is the cause of every physical desire, all those cravings, the needs, and the wants. The demands of a physical avatar to survive is chaos, pleasant and unpleasant.  And then there’s getting over the avatar’s indoctrination with each incarnation, all that programming and indoctrination and propaganda.  When an avatar and its mind are in synchronicity, there is no obvious “me” or separate awareness.  But when the awareness (me) becomes aware, everything changes.  Then the contest begins.  So...am I ready for another contest (plus all the social interaction that comes with it?  Hmmm.  What to do?  Time as I knew it, passed, and I got bored of waking up.  There is no boredom being asleep.  It’s when you wake up.  AND THEN IF YOU GO BACK, AT LEAST THE BODIES ARE DISPOSABLE.   THESE DISPOSABLE BODIES, I GUESS, KIND OF MAKE ANOTHER LIFE WORTH LIVING, IN A WEIRD WAY, THOUGH THEY SURE ARE NEEDY, SO WHAT THE HECK.   So yeah, I’M BACK.

HERE I AM:
I wake up each day and I don’t care,
Don’t care what the day may bring.
I am just glad to be here
instead of being nowhere.

If you’re not having fun wearing your coat,
it’s because you think you are your coat.

The lowest level of life is to live it from your avatar’s perspective.  

Train your avatar or you will be its puppet, goffer, lackey, flunky, and stooge.

Unknowingly you were thrown into an avatar who was named and indoctrinated to act its part is a society, culture, economic and political system run by other avatars for their own benefit.  AND LIFE DID IT TO YOU for your benefit.

What benefit?

For sport.  To see who wins.  You or your avatar.  Life is a game.  

What do I win?

A new avatar.  You’re here for the fun of it.  If you’re not having fun, your avatar is winning.

When you say it was an awesome movie, that the protagonist and antagonist, and every actor did great jobs, what you’re saying is LIFE IS PERFECT JUST THE WAY IT HAPPENS.  IF YOU CALL A MOVIE PERFECT, WHY CAN’T YOU CALL LIFE PERFECT?  The movie was exciting, full of ups and down, heartache and disappointment, joy and pleasure, life and death with an added bonus of mayhem and destruction, and yet for some insane reason, you enjoyed it, but not life.  Perhaps you’re just nuts, which is ABSOLUTELY OK, even if you don’t think so.