Who Am I and How Did I Get Here?
I’ve always had a lot of deep questions for myself. Existential questions fall into this category. I’ve always been curious about the meaning of life, about why we’re here.
What am I made of? Why am I here? What’s the point of having others if you don’t? What exactly are we doing in this location? Is there a reason why we’ve come to this place?
What are the reasons for our birth and death? What is our origin and destination?
Existential questions abound: Is there life after death?
It didn’t end there, either. Other times, I searched for solutions to the problems that I see in the world. What gives in life? But why do some kids — who have done nothing wrong — suffer from the day they are born because no one loves them? Why are some kids healthy and happy because their parents love them, while others are born healthy and unhappy because their parents love them?
It’s puzzling to me why some people get sick while others do not. Some people live to be a ripe old age, while others die young when it comes to longevity. Who or what is responsible for the pain and misery we experience? What makes some people suitable while others are bad, fortunate while others are unfortunate? Why did I end up in this particular family and not another?
Why does bad luck seem to favor me more than others? Why do bad things happen to other people but not me? What is the basis for all of this?
Other times, they inquired about the respondent’s emotions. What’s wrong with me? What’s the point of being happy if I’m miserable? What makes you think I’ll be content? Will I be able to find a partner who will bring me joy? So, what exactly is love?
What are you experiencing? How am I feeling right now? Whether or not it’s worth adoring When we love, do we suffer more than when we don’t?
If you’re like me, you’ve asked yourself the same questions before, and you still do from time to time, I’d imagine. But we are so busy in our daily lives that we rarely consciously ask ourselves these questions and spend very little time trying to resolve these issues. We’re overburdened with responsibilities, and there are plenty of things to keep us from fulfilling them. Because we can’t find the answers and to try to find them causes us anxiety, we’d rather keep them tucked away inside ourselves, where they can cause us less pain.
Have all of these questions been answered? Not just any answer will do; I need an honest one. Is there such a thing as truth? What’s the real story here? What is the best place for me to start my search for the truth? What is the best way for me to tell if something is real?
I’ve always been a pessimist, skeptical but curious at the same time. I’ve always wanted to double-check everything. Since we were children, we have been taught about religion, philosophy, and science, and I can assure you that I have been searching for an answer to that question for a very long time. Each of them displayed a different cosmogony or worldview. However, both religion and science seemed to limit their ability to explain reality the way I perceived it.
When I searched for answers, I found many that were either incomplete or inconsistent with one another. They were also far removed from reality, and they failed to provide satisfactory answers to my questions. When I tried to delve deeper, there was always an impenetrable barrier, the final solution that thwarted my desire to continue exploring.
Religion’s final response to my question was, “It is God’s will.” He is privy to this information. These things are beyond our comprehension. We have no idea why some people are born with more or less luck, why some people get sick while others don’t, or why some people die young while others do. We have no answers. Why you were born into a particular family and not another, why in this world and why God allows all this injustice to happen, etc., are questions we cannot answer. ”
When it came down to it, the final answer I got from science was this: Everything has an explanation on a physical level. The answers to almost every question on a physical level are also known as the nonexistence of a specific reason for your existence. We could also phrase it as the nonexistence of living. Whether you were born into better or worse circumstances is purely a matter of chance.
It’s all a matter of chance whether you’re born healthy or not, into a particular family or not, and when you die. It’s impossible to know whether or not there’s life before or after death based on scientific evidence. The existence or nonexistence of God cannot be proven, etc.”
Those who believe in religion will respond to your questions about these matters by saying something like, “It is God’s will. It is what it is. So be it. All the answers are in His hands alone. “These things are beyond our comprehension,” we say. Science-believers and scientists who believe they know more than those in the first group say, “It’s just a coincidence” or “it cannot be proven” scientifically.
“Look, I don’t know,” said a third group when asked how they knew. I’m not interested in asking or answering your questions because I don’t have the answers.
For that reason, I would say to all of them that none of their responses would do because they failed to answer my questions.
“It’s because of a lack of faith,” the first group members explain. Knowing nothing is a waste of time when you have faith. It’s because you’re uneducated, says the second group. As I’m telling you now, science will give you the answer, and when it does, you’ll see that I’m right. The third group tells me: “I’ve got a mortgage to pay, a family to support, a car payment to make, a weekend getaway to take. Please do not bother me with these matters as I am already overburdened.”
Telling the first group that I’m not ready to give up on finding answers to my questions is an excellent place to start. To give up would mean giving up my free will, and that’s something I’m not willing to do.
It doesn’t matter what device I use; what matters is how I perceive and feel. I’ll assume that other people are also devices. As for anything that I cannot detect, I will ask them if they have managed to do so using their own devices and see if that information can assist me. Because they won’t listen, I won’t say anything to the third group.
That’s not to say that nothing has caught my attention or helped me in my quest for answers; instead, I mean that the clues I’ve discovered have come from sources other than the official explanation. What drew me the most were the stories of other people’s struggles and triumphs. Those things give you the freedom to discover things on your own. Maybe I could do it if someone else had done it before me. Astral travel and the life of a confident Jesus of Nazareth caught my attention in particular. Doesn’t that name bring back memories? I’m not referring to what the clergy have said about him.
Research has been extensive, with information gathered both officially and unofficially from various religious and non-religious sources. These people all agree on two things: that this man was real and that what he said or did had a significant impact on humanity’s history. What sparked my interest in the first place? “Love your enemy, love everyone,” was his rallying cry.
You can’t tell me that in a world where nations and people were constantly at odds for almost any reason (almost like now), where gods from all religions were invoked to justify any attempt at conquest and war, the appearance of someone with such a revolutionary message opposing all current trends would be ignored. But that wasn’t all; he followed his lead as well.
As such, it wasn’t just worded as we’ve come to expect from our politicians who make grand promises but then do the exact opposite of what they say they will. There has been an incredible amount of writing done about him since then by people who were not even close friends with him at the time. What are our options for discovering the truth?
In other words, what exactly did he say? That piqued my interest. For the time being, I’ll ignore the topic of Jesus because it will come up again later and instead focus on astral travel. It was mentioned in many books by a variety of authors that I read. According to these texts, you can detach yourself from your physical body by practicing various forms of relaxation. Astral travel, or removing yourself from your physical body, is what it means. Isn’t it amazing how much has changed?
It wasn’t just the ability to dissociate from one’s body that piqued my interest. People who’d done it said they’d been able to do amazing things like pass through objects or travel almost instantly to wherever their thoughts wanted to go while they were in that state of consciousness. In addition, once they reached this state of expanded consciousness, they had a clear understanding of why they were here and what they were doing.
This last point particularly piqued my interest because it’s something I’m very interested in. That might be the key to unlocking the mysteries that have plagued me. There wasn’t much on the line for me. The worst-case scenario is that nothing happens.
As a result, I took the plunge. Before going to bed, I would do the relaxation exercise several times a day. I tried it for a month, and it didn’t work; I couldn’t get my mind and body to separate. However, that doesn’t mean I felt nothing during the relaxation process. I did, after all. It piqued my interest. When this happened, I would feel a tingling sensation in the soles of my feet, which would then travel up my legs until I lost feeling in my legs altogether.
When that vibration started moving up my legs, my trunk, and finally, my head, I knew something was wrong. After a while, I lost all sense of self. The only thing you’ll feel is a gentle but noticeable vibration. That’s what transpired. I suddenly had the sensation of speeding through a tunnel. It was a surreal sensation.
It’s hard for me to put into words how I feel about it. After only a few seconds, I had the sensation of traveling at breakneck speed for tens of thousands of miles without experiencing any dizziness or nausea. Slowly but surely, the rate dwindled, and I became aware of my location. It looked like a scene from a fantasy novel. There was a lake in the middle of this breathtaking landscape, and my words failed me.
Everything was exhilarating: the colors, the smells, the sounds. It was as if I were a part of it; it was so intense. You were able to take deep breaths and experience an ethereal sense of calm.
I couldn’t stop thinking because I was so engrossed in what I was experiencing. That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Someone sat on a boulder near the water, gazing out at the scenery. He looked like someone I wanted to talk to, so I went up to him. When I was in that state, it seemed as if anything I wanted or thought about would come to pass. I had a distinct impression that he was expecting me and wasn’t surprised when I showed up.
The older man had white hair and beard, but he didn’t appear to have any physical ailments that we associate with the elderly. What caught my eye about him was the way he looked at me. It was one of the most beautiful looks I’ve ever seen. So warm, so piercing, and so pure, it sent a wave of indescribable peace and tranquility through me.
It may sound strange to you, but I had the impression that the older man’s gaze filled me with love to the point where I forgot about how weird the situation was because I felt so good. Starting today, I’ll try to recreate our first meeting and all subsequent encounters with that wonderful older man who went by the name of Zeke.
I want to spend as much time as possible sharing those conversations with you because they’ve helped me so much and have changed my life in such profound and positive ways. As much as possible, I’d like to leave his words alone so that you can draw your conclusions.