Heaven is not won, unless dropping the seed-shell of my public face is winning. Tennyson emerged from one of his trances to say that the loss of personality is the only true life.
Scientists are touting the benefits of disembodiment as a way to relieve suffering. The process involves uploading a patient’s whole brain onto a computer and then running scans on it. Another colony of scientists holds the view that we are a simulation of reality, that we have no intrinsic realness. A harmonizing Elon Musk says the odds that we’re real are one in billions.
Reality’s most beguiling quality is its dream-likeness. Yes, there’s evidence of a past but where is it? And the future? A dream…within a dream. The Everly Brothers sang about this. Or maybe it was Wham!
First of all, we look for happiness outside of ourselves. It can be an arduous, disappointing ride before the folly of this approach reveals itself. Even then, some plug on, like ghost figures.
What we want flees from us, like customers in retreat from a calculating and over-rehearsed salesman. The strategy of an ascending consciousness is simply this: Welcome what comes. Say “yes” to what is.