03-24-2008, 12:00 AM
Our grievance for the so called "departed ones", is - ultimately - a consequence of our ignorance. We grieve because of our selfishness; we grieve
because our selfishness forces us to feel sorry and - worst still - pitty for ourselves. We inwardly contemplate the future ahead of us without the physical
presence of those departed loved ones and that is why we suffer... our egotism, selfishness, makes us agonize for not having their comapnionship from then on.
And yet, it is our ignorance that is responsible for such erroneous belief... For we do not loose their companionship, nor do we loose their love, their care
for us, not even their physical presence... Oh, yes, not even their physical presence, you read well, rest assured.
it is ignorance that which prevents us from undestanding that physicality is not what we are taught it is. Physicality spans a vast range of vibratory states,
each with its characteristic frequencies... Disposing of the carcass (the fleshy body), is not to "die", to cease to exist, to be forever out of rech
and contact from those who remain in the carcass...
It is yet our ignorance, that which prevents us from remaining in contact with the departed loved ones. For even our apparently limited physical body is
equiped with sensors fully functional and fully capable of communicating and interacting with vibratory states above and below the range that we call our
physicality or reality.
It is however, our ignorance, that which causes us from brainwashing ourselves from the very craddle, to believe that statements like the ones which I am
making here, are but fictional, wishful thinking, fantasy, impossible and whichever other similar labels we have to rotulate and catalogue them...
Were it not for our ignorance, we wouldn't grieve, but rather rejoyce. Alas, there are still a few cultures world wide which do exactly that... they
rejoyce and celebrate in joy, the departure of loved ones, whenever one departs... cultures which our self-enfatuated, pompously proud and imbecilically
cretinic "civilized" western cultures label as "primitive" and look down onto them with contempt and disdain, as below human...
Do not take my word for it, though. Use your intelligence to ponder upon what I say here... verify soberly and impartially, why did you grieve, what was it
that caused you to feel sad for your loss. Do it, but do it with courage and without crutches... for any excuse is but a crutch... and any crutch is an
excuse... Do not hide behind the excuse that you felt sorry for the much it suffered... for that is a crutch of your mind to blind your vision of truth. the
truth that you felt sad for some other reason... Find that reason and you'll have found a truth simpler, vaster and more clarifying than any words that i
or anybody else can ever profess...
All anyone can do is to point where doors may be. The crossing of doors' thresholds, though, is an individual task that must be undertaken by the
individuality seeking to cross it.
I pointed you here one of such doors. Crossing its threshold to see what's past it, it's your concern, not mine. It is your walking, not mine.
May you have the strength and the courage to walk it and the sobriety to see with open eyes what's past it.
Joao Monteiro
because our selfishness forces us to feel sorry and - worst still - pitty for ourselves. We inwardly contemplate the future ahead of us without the physical
presence of those departed loved ones and that is why we suffer... our egotism, selfishness, makes us agonize for not having their comapnionship from then on.
And yet, it is our ignorance that is responsible for such erroneous belief... For we do not loose their companionship, nor do we loose their love, their care
for us, not even their physical presence... Oh, yes, not even their physical presence, you read well, rest assured.
it is ignorance that which prevents us from undestanding that physicality is not what we are taught it is. Physicality spans a vast range of vibratory states,
each with its characteristic frequencies... Disposing of the carcass (the fleshy body), is not to "die", to cease to exist, to be forever out of rech
and contact from those who remain in the carcass...
It is yet our ignorance, that which prevents us from remaining in contact with the departed loved ones. For even our apparently limited physical body is
equiped with sensors fully functional and fully capable of communicating and interacting with vibratory states above and below the range that we call our
physicality or reality.
It is however, our ignorance, that which causes us from brainwashing ourselves from the very craddle, to believe that statements like the ones which I am
making here, are but fictional, wishful thinking, fantasy, impossible and whichever other similar labels we have to rotulate and catalogue them...
Were it not for our ignorance, we wouldn't grieve, but rather rejoyce. Alas, there are still a few cultures world wide which do exactly that... they
rejoyce and celebrate in joy, the departure of loved ones, whenever one departs... cultures which our self-enfatuated, pompously proud and imbecilically
cretinic "civilized" western cultures label as "primitive" and look down onto them with contempt and disdain, as below human...
Do not take my word for it, though. Use your intelligence to ponder upon what I say here... verify soberly and impartially, why did you grieve, what was it
that caused you to feel sad for your loss. Do it, but do it with courage and without crutches... for any excuse is but a crutch... and any crutch is an
excuse... Do not hide behind the excuse that you felt sorry for the much it suffered... for that is a crutch of your mind to blind your vision of truth. the
truth that you felt sad for some other reason... Find that reason and you'll have found a truth simpler, vaster and more clarifying than any words that i
or anybody else can ever profess...
All anyone can do is to point where doors may be. The crossing of doors' thresholds, though, is an individual task that must be undertaken by the
individuality seeking to cross it.
I pointed you here one of such doors. Crossing its threshold to see what's past it, it's your concern, not mine. It is your walking, not mine.
May you have the strength and the courage to walk it and the sobriety to see with open eyes what's past it.
Joao Monteiro