The soul ensconced in the bodies till God meets God
Everything about “us” is temporary.
We’ve been given temporary bodies to promote the idea that we’re separate from God, so that we can then find our way back.
To what end?
To the end, from God’s point of view, that God may meet God in a moment of our Self-Realization. What do we realize? Clearly that – if everything is God and there is no second to God – we must also be God. (1)
St. Paul describes the last moment of our separate existence:
“And when all things [all worldly desires] shall be subdued unto him, then shall the Son [the Self, the Christ, the individuated spark] also himself be subject unto him that put all things under him, that God may be all in all [i.e., reunited].” (2)
We’re like an all-day lollipop composed of layer after layer of different-flavored candy (bodies). The Divine enjoys each layer (through ascending enlightenment experiences) until there is … nothing.
As we originally descended further and further down the dimensional ladder, we obtained unique bodies, known by different names to the religious traditions and suited to experiencing life at the different levels.
If I were to leave this body, I’d find myself first in an etheric body for a brief time; then the astral; then the mental, causal, buddhic, etc., each more subtle and powerful than the last.
As we go back up Jacob’s Ladder of consciousness, we’ll reach a point where we no longer need to incarnate. This is the point Jesus was referring to when he said we’d need “go no more out.” (3)
At some point we’ll leave off living in a formed body and become formless. But we’d still be individuated.
As long as we’re ignorant of being anything else but this particular body we’re in, we fear its death.
But the minute we have an out-of-body experience – as I did in 1977 – and see that we’re over here and the body is over there – “Oh. I’m not my body!” – boom! The fear of death instantly disappears.
All around me in my room in the hospital have been a group of people who’ve just had open-heart surgery and my time cometh.
If I feared death, I might be in a state right now considering the major operation that my poor body is about to go through.
While I don’t like the thought of pain – and all of them are going through lots of it – as far as being down about the prospect of surgery, I’ve been playing John Travolta in Saturday Night Live, riding my guerney to the next test, finger in the air, telling nurses and doctors the party’s down here; follow me. We’ve all had a good laugh.
Such however is the benefit of really, deeply knowing, from experience, that death is not the end. (4)
Whenever my operation comes, at that point I really won’t be able to write again for probably at least a week. It’ll have taken open-heart surgery to stop me writing.
That makes sense to me. I’m sure Picasso would have painted with his toes if he couldn’t have used his hands.
This is what it’s like to follow your bliss: I’ll probably write on the last page with my dying breath: “This is it. The End.”
Footnotes
(1) See The Purpose of Life is Enlightenment at https://gaog.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Purpose-of-Life-is-Enlightenment.pdf
(2) 1 Corinthians 15:28.
(3) “Him that overcomes [realizes their true identity] will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out.” (Rev. 3:12.) Jesus may have been referring to Ascension from the Third/Fourth Dimension or a higher state of consciousness.
(4) On this, see New Maps of Heaven at http://goldengaiadb.com/index.php?title=New_Maps_of_Heaven