Sharing some of my ( thoughts / psychosis) with ya all some-what due to the fact that I am board off my ass, at home, by myself…, on Halloween. Seriously though, these are some of the things I mull over all the time. So if you have any insight or any feed back at all I would so much love to hear your thoughts on this stuff. -------------------
If any being, human or other consciously self aware biological life form can attribute a brain, psychotropic chemicals, such as hormones, neuro receptors, and so on responsible for what, how, and why we think, feel, and reach out to the known physical world then what is left to constitute a soul, entity or ghost… I tend to believe that this combination of (biological & intellectual awareness) is like most intelligent combinations I’ve encountered in my life. That is that I feel it is a little bit of both. But that still does not answer the question of where does someone’s existent biological self-awareness end and their equally existent spiritual self-awareness begin? Case in point let’s say that you’ve just made contact with what is sometimes called an intelligent haunting/ghost. Now, I have no doubt and yet no proof that ghosts do exist. In fact I’m inclined to say that I, like you and every one else born into this world are ghosts who reside in our own bodies until we get evicted by old age in like sixty years or so, and become homeless spirits again. No-one really knows for sure? Only those who have been through a death experience, crossed over and back again can tell. The rest of us can speculate for the rest of our natural lives or at least until we become disembodied ghosts again ourselves. This brings me right back to where I started. Are we, the cognitively self aware, spiritual beings we see in the mirror every day, alive in some other way or in some other form before we are biologically conceived by our parents? If this is the case must we, and how do we exit our previous realm or life? Is it by letting go of that life, so that we may be swept up by the embrace of death before being ushered into the arms of a new life, this life? Perhaps when we are born into this life we must reach out for the arms of life with just as much sincerity and hunger to live as that of those arms whom reach out for us at the time of our arrival here. Another interesting question, which I believe might be better suited for a mother to answer, is this. Have we not arrived only until after our little bodies have breached the loving vessel of our mothers, or does the first step of our journey through this life begin before we’ve developed a foot with which to make that step? In a vary real sense; is that first spark of life during your first mitosis, or cell split when half of your mother’s DNA meet with half of our father’s DNA to, for the first time, ever, make a new whole being? Are you, the sum of you’re parts, (your parents)? Do you comprise not just they, but you and them in an ongoing, life long struggle to separate from those you came from to who you will become, an awareness unto yourself? Perhaps this is where the vary first choice we must face in life and through out life rests. The choice to live your life your way, hence becoming your own unique and individual self, a living reflection of every choice you make of your own free will. Or to choose never to take the chance of making the wrong choice, and as a result living as long as you will, and yet never really living.