This is just kind of an introduction into the thoughts and theories on dreams. I will be writing more on this topic later on and will post further information as I write.
In our days we focus on the same thing during week days, what keeps us going. Our work and joy’s that make us feel whole. Once we have finished these emotional tasks once again we lie down and fall into a slumber we need. Then dreams take over. Dreams (in my opinion) are how our bodies escape the norm. Our minds release our main focuses and twist them into something we could never dream of outside of how we normally think. Many people believe that dreams give some clues to the future, or answers that we will need. I do not totally object to this but it is said that when we awake in the morning, we forget a large amount of our dream. In many ways dreams are spiritual. You are communicating with yourself. You are dreaming your thoughts you want to process but cannot because of focusing on so much. There are ways to be in your dream, it takes much practice. Dreams mean much, and also much little, but in the end it is needed and we need to keep in touch with their meaning. (More will be written about this in the future.)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Just some info I wanted to post
I have a composition book supposed to be used in school many years ago (none of the pages had anything in them.) So I picked it up, and instead of running to the local office supplies store, I am currently using this for my thoughts. My poetry on the other had, I write in a different book. SO mostly everything I post on here is from a notebook, then placed into word, and put on here. In the upcoming weeks I'll post my thoughts on different things from this book, and will post more as I write more. I will also be putting up, much more poetry. Right now I am going through the faze where I don't like my poetry form last year and I feel I only want to post my newer pieces, so I'll be posting more poetry very soon.
Thoughts and Theories on: reincarnation/after life
For a long time I have been interested in thinking about death. The huge step towards something more, and it is interesting to think about. It is somewhat sad that so many look at death as a terrifying thing. I have a word document where I type my thoughts whenever I feel like writing them down, here is one about after life:
The day we are born (in some instances) is a process we go through many times. There are beliefs of past lives, which I strongly believe in. The main interesting thought on that subject is, what were we? Could that have any significance to what we are today? The want some have, of knowing what they were causes great grief. They search and search in many different ways, but probably will never know. If this reincarnation really does define what we become, does it really question the belief of god? How could we appear in heaven or hell when we would just become another creature? In almost all instances, we do not know what we were, and have no way of finding out how, unless you take a chance on the near and far psychic mind. It is strange to think of the consequences of the after affect of life in this way of existing. We work so hard to define who we are. We feel pain and sacrifice so much, or so little for others. Then when the day comes when we die, all this is forgotten: the love, family, success, the pain, the happiness, only to relive it once again in another body with new characters we will know for either a large amount of time, or never know at all. What happens if the cycle finally stops? The theory of the end of the world, what would become of us when we die? There the thought of after- life comes into play. If the history contained in books on life repeats itself once the cycle ends on one planet, does that mean we will start again? Then if that is what happens, the history of reincarnation makes sense. We forget everything and have to rely on our present day mind to begin again. These will be ongoing thoughts until it is over, but won’t they just come into play again? There is one thing about this topic that you always need to keep in mind, what if. This could not exist and the views expressed by others do not ultimately mean the answer, past experiences prove this.
In this point of view, death is interesting. Why put so much effort and triumph in life if it will all be forgotten? We are all afraid of death in some way or another. Even if you prove to yourself that you can see that death is just another phase, you still fear it a tiny bit that sticks out. Our fear of death has formed because of what society has let it become, pain. In reality death is an escape, and if you believe in reincarnation it is just the entrance into another phase. But even so this “phase,” is an escape from one’s past, society, which is slowly becoming reality, has pressed their stamp of truth on our minds. We will feel pain. To escape and be free, we need to go through something terrible and excruciating event to go through the exit door. Let’s call this idea that many people have turned their beliefs onto, deaths performance. In instances this is the truth. But not every human dies in some tragic accident. Now that death’s performance has become a thought of painful fatality we fear death. We want to live as long as we can. So in this thought we go through procedures and mixtures and money to keep us healthy instead of escaping. We all die someday and we cannot hide from it, but I also believe you cannot live in worry, but live in the know. Someday you will be gone and even if your memory disappears why not have a good time. (More on this subject later)
The day we are born (in some instances) is a process we go through many times. There are beliefs of past lives, which I strongly believe in. The main interesting thought on that subject is, what were we? Could that have any significance to what we are today? The want some have, of knowing what they were causes great grief. They search and search in many different ways, but probably will never know. If this reincarnation really does define what we become, does it really question the belief of god? How could we appear in heaven or hell when we would just become another creature? In almost all instances, we do not know what we were, and have no way of finding out how, unless you take a chance on the near and far psychic mind. It is strange to think of the consequences of the after affect of life in this way of existing. We work so hard to define who we are. We feel pain and sacrifice so much, or so little for others. Then when the day comes when we die, all this is forgotten: the love, family, success, the pain, the happiness, only to relive it once again in another body with new characters we will know for either a large amount of time, or never know at all. What happens if the cycle finally stops? The theory of the end of the world, what would become of us when we die? There the thought of after- life comes into play. If the history contained in books on life repeats itself once the cycle ends on one planet, does that mean we will start again? Then if that is what happens, the history of reincarnation makes sense. We forget everything and have to rely on our present day mind to begin again. These will be ongoing thoughts until it is over, but won’t they just come into play again? There is one thing about this topic that you always need to keep in mind, what if. This could not exist and the views expressed by others do not ultimately mean the answer, past experiences prove this.
In this point of view, death is interesting. Why put so much effort and triumph in life if it will all be forgotten? We are all afraid of death in some way or another. Even if you prove to yourself that you can see that death is just another phase, you still fear it a tiny bit that sticks out. Our fear of death has formed because of what society has let it become, pain. In reality death is an escape, and if you believe in reincarnation it is just the entrance into another phase. But even so this “phase,” is an escape from one’s past, society, which is slowly becoming reality, has pressed their stamp of truth on our minds. We will feel pain. To escape and be free, we need to go through something terrible and excruciating event to go through the exit door. Let’s call this idea that many people have turned their beliefs onto, deaths performance. In instances this is the truth. But not every human dies in some tragic accident. Now that death’s performance has become a thought of painful fatality we fear death. We want to live as long as we can. So in this thought we go through procedures and mixtures and money to keep us healthy instead of escaping. We all die someday and we cannot hide from it, but I also believe you cannot live in worry, but live in the know. Someday you will be gone and even if your memory disappears why not have a good time. (More on this subject later)
One of my new poems
I wrote this not to long ago. it describes the joy I receive by finding past photographs, a large amount of which, are Polaroids, comment on what you think.
Photographic Lives (An Ode to Found Family Polaroid’s)
Photographs discovered from your old, sunbathed closet, represent past as a lovable thing.
Cases gone, some still remain as a sepia touch causes tears, though I did not exist as did this unknown face.
They fall to the floor, as do the days as I rejoice in seeing your younger self and indulge in asking the renowned question of what your face Is representing.
The human that is laying dead on produced paper, seems to move as I poke the face, smile frown and disappear as does the face from my thoughts.
I place them gently in the box I stole them from, and although all I hear is dead space, I know those pictures will be conversing as the old wooden doors, close, just like another day, in relative time.
Photographic Lives (An Ode to Found Family Polaroid’s)
Photographs discovered from your old, sunbathed closet, represent past as a lovable thing.
Cases gone, some still remain as a sepia touch causes tears, though I did not exist as did this unknown face.
They fall to the floor, as do the days as I rejoice in seeing your younger self and indulge in asking the renowned question of what your face Is representing.
The human that is laying dead on produced paper, seems to move as I poke the face, smile frown and disappear as does the face from my thoughts.
I place them gently in the box I stole them from, and although all I hear is dead space, I know those pictures will be conversing as the old wooden doors, close, just like another day, in relative time.
I feel I must speak about this
Ever since I could comprehend my surroundings, I notice certain things make me feel that in some way, that certain thing is emotionally connected to something in my past or present. NOT past life, just something that was in my past days, maybe the day's when I could not comprehend my surroundings. For e.g. (this is going to sound crazy, but here is one of the things) the T.V. show Home Improvement reminds me of my childhood at home. Why? I do not know. My father is not a bumbling idiot who get electrocuted every five seconds, nor does he have a cable access show. The only reference I can make is my dad's first name is Tim...yeah that has nothing to do with it. Certain albums of certain artists remind me of my home town, even though they are singing about Mexico, in one song. I guess I am grateful that I have these strange occuring feelings, because it really had me wondering about psychology. And that led to poetry and that led to philosophy, so maybe I should change this title to, Strange Occurrence Change my Life. Anyway, I know I haven't posted practically any poetry, nor thoughts/theories, but I will be getting on that real soon.
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