What if in fact, Your soul was never born And can never die? The real you, beyond all identities that you have worn, is eternal. And if that soul is all powerful, is ever calmly euphoric, And is ever fully aware and joyful, Is ever free and never bound, how would that change things for you? What if beneath it all, we are all the same person? and this universe is just play? Yet on this tiny planet, billions of us dwell, work and create, and we are shocked to think, that evolution not only happened here, that the blueprint of adaptive morphology is inherent in the Universal field of consciousness, and adjusts to suit each environment. How do we allow both cruelty and kindness, Then laugh it off as mere illusion, in this nightmare world of paradox? And say it’s all karma, and walk by a tragedy and say, “They deserve their pain! I must not intervene.” Don’t you think that sounds a bit obscene? One day I left my body, as a tiny point of consciousness, then left that point behind, and was unlimited power, completely free, total joy, compete peace, and unconcerned about anything. Coming back, realized that this human self is pretense. The universe is just a temporary game, Of a higher reality to which I can’t relate. But who is this one thinking? And who was that higher state of being? who is this one thinking? And who was that higher state of being?
