In The Begending
We’re in the tunnel
Can you show me where the light is?
Are We Dreaming
What more needs be said?
If you’ve not understood by now,
What hope is there for once you become "dead"?
What could be darker, more obscure than death?
The Unconscious you fear to face today,
Is your only hope for one final, infinite, breath.
Fear not the dreaded unknown.
Embrace all happenings now,
And allow truth to be shown.
Just as, earlier, fear was a deterrent to life, so now it stands in the way of death…We are so convinced that death is simply the end of a process that it does not ordinarily occur to us to conceive of death as a goal and a fulfillment…
C.G. Jung
Let this wisdom sink deeply in:
You live for the end.
Think back now to your own birth and see,
—the darkness of a womb is where we all begin.
The end is a return, to that which gave,
You this life you fear to lose,
And all that which comes before the grave.
The reality you live, naught but a child’s dream,
Tantrums and needs perpetually unmet,
You rise each day to your own ignorant scream.
“Why am I here? What have I done wrong?”
Cries a child lost in the dark.
You realize not, the theme of your song.
Living as though already dead,
Feeling sorry for yourself, you see not,
The truth in this, as you lay struggling to sleep in bed.
Naught more need be done,
Than to look to the heavens,
And learn a lesson from our mighty sun.
Sink below, it does, each night,
Only to rise above once again for a grand new day,
Bathing the world in its mighty heat and light.
You are not this thing, but The Awareness of its ray.
You stand before its power and glow,
Aware of its courses through both night and day.
Like God, therefore, man is a centre of events, and all things revolve about him.
C.G. Jung
Alive, Dead…Death, and Life,
All just words to divide,
One true reality you attempt to cut with a knife.
Grow up you must, rise tall above the trees,
To see before you a united landscape so clean,
Both Life and Death in harmony with the breeze.
You sit legs crossed, as a yogi between these forces,
Blind to the wisdom of this your image,
That you are the bridge that ties together their courses.
They are not you, nor you they,
Steadfast you remain, observing and aware,
For eternity are you, surely, here to stay.
With my lightning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going
Wake Up
We must completely give up the idea of the psyche’s being somehow connected with the brain…that the psyche’s attachment to the brain, i.e., its space-time limitation, is no longer as self-evident and incontrovertible as we have hitherto been led to believe. Anyone who has the least knowledge of the parapsychological material which already exists and has been thoroughly verified will know that so-called telepathic phenomena are undeniable facts.
C.G. Jung
We cannot allow ourselves to fall back on comfortable ways of thinking simply because emerging evidence points to uncomfortable new ideas…Instead, as we have already said, survivors with a recalled experience of death describe what can best be called a field of consciousness…That is why I have constantly referred to the concept of a universe of consciousness…
S. Parnia, MD, PhD
Consciousness is a separate aspect of the person independent of the body, a Mind Entity
R. Mays & S. Mays
