Wrong brain
One day I realised that I had been thinking with the wrong brain. Most of my life, I had let my thoughts dwell in the wrong part of my body.
I had not even realised that every human had 2 brains – the head brain and the heart brain. What a revelation. The head brain deals with all of the earth perspectives and it’s views are limited to what it has experienced, been trained to believe and what it can see. It calls on the limitations of the physical world and the limited society that it lives within, to get it’s information and to form it’s ideas.
The heart brain is a doorway to the infinite something that each being is from. It has access to the infinite something that we are. It is so much quieter, broader and more creative than the head brain.
I know where I am going to spend the rest of my life.
Misguided humanity
Something whispered in my heart. It was not loud, it was almost silent.
It said… human life is not about the glory of the individual. It is not about the triumphs and setbacks of the personality. The designer of humanity is an intelligence that is at least a trillion times more intelligent than humanity. This brilliance is not interested in the idiotic details of egotistic individuals.
This being designed humanity so that one day it could be just like itself. The only way humanity can arrive at such a distant goal is as a whole. It is all about the whole of humanity.
Each individual needs to think and act for the masses, then automatically the finer attributes come forward and propel the being to make decisions and to take actions that lead the multitude onwards. It is not religious or spiritual or special, it is simply the way it is.
Think in terms of the whole and many of the petty annoyances in your life may fade into insignificance.
That’s an interesting idea!
Another Species
Imagine if there was another species who shared the planet but had the ability to hide their identity behind a false face. Imagine if they were more of a hive mentality so that there interests were always the interests of the total hive. And so their interests and objectives stretched over centuries.
What if this race controlled the money and the oil and the food?
What if their desire was to enslave the planet for their own purposes?
Sounds to close to the truth, let’s talk about something else.
Tragic Ending
The old man told me about life on this planet.
“It’s not pretty” he said.
“You are born in ignorance. You spend 20 years earning how to stand on your own 2 feet.
You spend 20 years earning a living while trying desperately to hold your family together.
You spend the next 20 years immersed in other peoples problems.
Then it gets worse. The next 20 will see your body slowly break down, your mind lose it’s sharpness and your friends and relatives dying around you.
In the end you die under tragic circumstances. Nobody dies in a happy situation.
And you wonder why I mock people who say that life is a gift! Life is mean and it gets worse as you travel further into it!”
A weird dream
I had a dream… I think it was a dream… maybe it was a visit to somewhere else. In this dream I saw life as a constant battle between shadow ghosts and human personalities.
The shadow ghosts were of the planet and forever ready to wage battle. You know them as bad luck, poor timing, illness and discomfort, difficulties and unfair events.
When you die, you can move away from these shadow ghosts but your own personality wants you to return. It urges you to go back for more. It only knows this world and refuses to believe that in an infinite existence endless other things are possible.
If you yield, it is like falling asleep in the snow… it urges you to relax and surrender, you have to fight it to stay conscious. When you die, if you don’t fight the urge to follow your personality, you will lose consciousness and fall back into another life in this wretched prison planet.
The best move is to kill your personality because it is not you. You are the observer, the one who watched and whispered throughout your life on earth. Your personality is a mere assemblage of your ideas, dreams, fears and foolishness. It has served it’s purpose – destroy it!
Then move decidedly out of this difficult realm called earth.
What a strange dream… imagine if that was true!
Im hungry lets kill something
I had this outrageous dream, at least I hope it was only a dream, a fantasy. I dreamed that I was an alien visiting this planet. I came down to earth but nobody was aware of it because I was only an inch tall and if it wasn’t for my ability to overcome gravity and leap great distances, I am sure something would have eaten me. Continue reading
Alien worlds
Creative Imagination
For years I had this odd idea that I would love to visit another planet. I would love to see an alien species, a completely different life form to what I know. I imagined travelling in a space ship to land in a world that was so fascinatingly different that I would be amazed at the diversity of life that was possible in this infinite existence. Continue reading
A node of knowing
I am without big intelligence
I was in some sort of structure that was like a cross between a crystal cathedral and a skeletal tunnel. Continue reading


















