We all go to the same source when we die. There is no heaven or hell, we all come from the same source and that's where we go and where we have already always been. Does anyone really think that every person has their own parking spot in the universe? That souls are stored after death in specific resting places, just waiting for someone or something to decide whether one is worthy of being brought back or not, whether one has been punished or rewarded enough? There does not exist an individual separate soul that can be stored anywhere. There exists only one "individual" and that can be called god. You are not separate from this, thus where else can one go after departing the body other than where they have already always been. The journey is here and now, tomorrow is no different.
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Tue, Mar 30, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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Show me matter that isn't changing, transforming, or withering away. Is there anything eternal about matter, does it ever remain changeless? Are birth and death just part of the transformation of matter? It's interesting that mankind has always felt deep inside that amidst these changing manifestations, must reside an immortal, changeless, infinite, all pervading something that is more like a nothing yet is everything. This has always been called god. People have tried to describe god, but they did it from a matter point of view and thus have misunderstood and confused themselves about the whole of reality. we are seldom tuned to it consciously, all the while it has always been perfectly tuned, our ears hear the right note, but our mind plays a game with us and says, that note is out of tune, and that the note doesn't even fit in with the whole song. Why bother critiquing the song or the note in the first place? The very act of critiquing is the untuned note, and that's all you ever here if you go on critiquing every object your senses fall upon. Stop trying to tune existence, its already tuned, all you have to do is stop touching the tuning pegs on gods lute as he performs the universe. Being one with the song without any critique, and your note will be heard by the grandest of all ears, your own.
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Tue, Mar 23, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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We all go to the same source when we die. There is no heaven or hell, we all come from the same source and that's were we go. from there we can come and go infinitely. That place is nowhere other than here. Did you really think that every creature has its own parking spot in the universe? That souls are stored after death in specific resting places, just waiting for someone or something to decide whether they are worthy of being brought back or not, whether they have been punished or rewarded enough? There does not exist an individual separate soul that can be stored anywhere. There exists only one reality and that is god. you are not separate from this. There is no god separate from you. How could anything be separate when there is only one existence?
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painting by: Alex Bodnar
Mon, Mar 22, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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Hear the silence within the sound,
every sound is a combination of tone and silence intervals,
their variation is the mother of all sounds.
Know the mother and all her children will be singing
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Sun, Mar 21, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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If only one language was spoken on earth,
there would still be miscommunication and dogma,
the nature of words is to name everything nameable.
Recall the language that has no words, the one you were born speaking.
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Sat, Mar 20, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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The mind is the joker of any deck,
yet the joker is not in full play
but merely a replacement
for the misplaced.
Yet the misplaced is ever close.
uncover the misplaced,
and the joker is of no use,
yet one will keep it just in case
another is misplaced.
written by: Alex Bodnar
Fri, Mar 19, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Poems,
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Math is often misunderstood by the laymen.
One contains infinity.
All other numerical concepts
are mere subdivisions of one.
Zero does not exist,
divide one by infinity and there is no zero to be found.
Why then do people think that when the body dies
our being disappears into nothing, a flat zero?
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Fri, Mar 19, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Spirituality,
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Shameful is one who’s mind can betray him,
shameless is one who betrays his mind.
written by: Alex Bodnar
Fri, Mar 19, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: Spirituality,
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Learn the language of your body
and know the tongue of man,
Learn the language of your being
and know the tongue of God.
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Fri, Mar 19, 2010 Permanent linkCategories: poetry,
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The top is always out of reach,
the bottom is to deep as well,
stay in between and meet them both
were neither one exists.
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