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ALONE TOGETHER

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WE'RE ALL ALONE TOGETHER

Do you feel as though you are completely alone?  Do you ever feel as though there is not one other person who really cares who you are, or what you think?  It is possible to honestly and opening share your deepest thoughts, dreams or emotions with anyone?  Do we really understand our OWN thoughts, dreams and emotions? If not, how can we honestly say that we can understand those of another being?

On Earth it seems that communication using language symbols  with other beings actually prevents complete understanding!  Our social facades, sexual-biological programing and cultural customs may temporarily soften the reality that we are, and have always been alone. As much as we may desire admiration from others, or feel admiration for others, we are the only person who really knows and understands the depth and breath of our inner, immortal self — if this is even possible at all.

Sharing life, love, understanding, hope, dreams and illusions with other beings — and losing them — awakens the soul-crushing brutality that we are, in fact, alone.  There is no greater pain that any being can suffer than this awareness.  Yet, this seems to be the fact of existence as we know it on Earth for the vast majority of beings.

When we die and have no body we literally disappear from physical universe reality.  People may have memories of us, but these fade and die each each person fades and passes from “reality”.  Religious propaganda tells us that “you are loved”.  But, are you really loved by another person, and an unseen spirit?  Do you even “love” yourself? Your relationship with yourself — yourself alone — is a subjective experience that cannot be shared with anyone.  If we want to be “loved”, we must do it ourselves. Love is an experience that is self-created.  However, when we’re dead we can “rest” assured that everyone else is alone with us, or without us. The pain we all endure alone is the reality we share together. ~ Lawrence R. Spencer, 2015.

FINAL VOYAGE OF HUMAN LIFE

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FINAL HUMAN VOYAGETHE FINAL VOYAGE OF HUMAN LIFE
WILL CRASH ON GAIA’S BARREN SHORES
CAPTAINED BY VAMPIRES
WITH LIFELESS GOLD FOR BLOOD
WHO POISONED THE AIR, SEAS AND SOIL
WITH WASTES OF LETHAL LUST FOR POWER.

BIRDS, BEASTS, FISH AND MICROBES GASP:
EARTH AND LIFEFORMS LIVE AND DIE AS ONE
MURDERED BY SUPERSTITIOUS GHOULS OF GREED.
PARASITES SUCK OUT GAIA’S BLOOD
AND WILL WITHER WITH HER CORPSE.

IN TIME GAIA WILL CLEANSE HERSELF: SURVIVE.
HUMANS WILL DIE FOREVER:
SENSELESS IN THE SILENT, ICY SKY.
EARTH IS NOT OUR HOME.
GAIA BIDS GOOD RIDDANCE TO US ALL.
REMEMBER WHO WE REALLY ARE AND SAY GOODBYE.

~ Lawrence R. Spencer. 2016.

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In Greek mythology, Gaia is the personification of the Earth  and one of the Greek primordial deities. Gaia was the great mother of all: the primal Greek Mother Goddess; creator and giver of birth to the Earth and all the Universe; the heavenly gods, the Titans, and the Giants were born to her. The gods reigning over their classical pantheon were born from her union with Uranus (the sky), while the sea-gods were born from her union with Pontus (the sea). Her equivalent in the Roman pantheon was Terra.

A PURPOSE FOR LIFE

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It is interesting to observe that people need a Purpose in their lives, as a motivation for living.  The purpose can be real, or imagined.  Whatever the purpose, when it ends or is taken away, so ends the life of the individual.  Nikola Tesla, arguably the greatest inventor in history, if a good example of this principle.

TESLA´S PIGEON

“I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them, for years; thousands of them, for who can tell —

“But there was one pigeon, a beautiful bird, pure white with light gray tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I would know that pigeon anywhere.”

“No matter where I was that pigeon would find me; when I wanted her I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. She understood me and I understood her.

“Yes,” he replied to an unasked question. “Yes, I loved that pigeon, I loved her as a man loves a woman, and she loved me. When she was ill I knew, and understood; she came to my room and I stayed beside her for days. I nursed her back to health. That pigeon was the joy of my life. If she needed me, nothing else mattered. As long as I had her, there was a purpose in my life.”

“Then one night as I was lying in my bed in the dark, solving problems, as usual, she flew in through the open window and stood on my desk. I knew she wanted me; she wanted to tell me something important so I got up and went to her.

“As I looked at her I knew she wanted to tell me — she was dying. And then, as I got her message, there came a light from her eyes — powerful beams of light.

“Yes,” he continued, again answering an unasked question, “it was a real light, a powerful, dazzling, blinding light, a light more intense than I had ever produced by the most powerful lamps in my laboratory.

“When that pigeon died, something went out of my life. Up to that time I knew with a certainty that I would complete my work, no matter how ambitious my program, but when that something went out of my life I knew my life’s work was finished.”

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—  From PRODIGAL GENIUS: The Life of Nikola Tesla by John J. O’Neill: