Th Stage of Eternal life

''All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players,

They have their exits and they have their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts''

 William Shakespeare

So, if indeed it be true that we are merely actors in this stage of life, what is our purpose, where is our ultimate destination and why are we even here?
Did God have nothing better to do, than create a stage and fill it with puppets? Watching them as they endure emotions and feelings, pain and suffering, happiness and joy? - The death of a grandparent, the birth of a baby, the graduation of a sister, the heartbreak of first time love. An accomplishment of a new painting, a 1am trip to the drugstore, the birth of a new relationship. An invention of a new culinary recipe, the demise of an empire...


Is it all a game of life and then a game of death? Of good cop, bad cop, cowboys and gangsters, priests and therapists, strippers and clerks? 
Yet if everyone in our life is nothing but an actor, in this movie of ourselves, then who may I ask is hiding behind this mask?
Prosthetics and make up, wigs and clothes, boob jobs, hair dye, taupe's and hair rolls.
A perfected orchestration of anger and excitement, of rage and jubilation, gladness and grief. 


A dramatic piece centered around, expression of mind and interpretation through body.
With bright lights, glitter dust, backdrops and sound, now the time for the queen to be crowned! Yet suddenly hits a big loud shriek, as the music reaches its final peak! 
BANG! The curtains draw across, and silence fills the smokey air. 
Was it merely a grand illusion? Emotional trickery, masterminded in jest?
An artfulness of deceit in a sea of false reality, a slow burning self sabotage awaiting its fate.


In truth, looking beyond this grand and opulent theatre of life, now in darkness lies the biggest symphony of dazzling lights! A triumphant miracle of cosmic perfection, the grandest creation to ever prevail; The soul and spirit of God's man. 
Endless, immortal, eternal. 


The greatest works of God Himself, as he blew into us life, and granted our free will. Free will to choose, free will to create. 
To choose the Light and not the dark, to create and shape our own personal freedom.
Freedom of mind and freedom of heart. 


So that's the secret of this grand stage, an opportunity to create the story of our fate, choosing our cast and taking a walk, a walk with players in our life, to ultimately choose our final destination, the direction being off this stage; and onto the road of true Eternal life. 


See you next time.

A Voyage Into A Galaxy Of Perplexed Minds

So, following a fabulous exhibition, the very namesake of this article, I felt it necessary to share of this subject, mainly exploring, what is really out there?  But as the title suggests, its more of what is really out there, inside our thoughts. How complex is thought. Like an ever changing wind of cosmic messages and electrons and colors swishing together in a sea of motion and complexity. 
Something so deep, so spiritual and yet so vast, beyond our grasp where they come from and how they are influenced. The idea of thought. 
With the mind, a control tower, picking up signals from a multitude of varying parallel universes, a radar system of quantum realities, a varying multiplex system of signals and messages from ones consciousness and metaphysical environment. A thought; what happens after. 
There is a saying; ''Thought is action in rehearsal''. Because really, where one finds himself after thought, is action and if not then he finds himself just a dreamer, an escapist, a thinker without a vessel to pour his spirit, a painter without a brush nor a canvas; An alcoholic depressed victim of neurosis and frustrated melancholy.
I guess Buddha was right. ''What we think, we become''. But then we have countless self-help books expanding on the subject, like a Jehovah Witness at your door on a random mid Autumn Tuesday 11:35am...
It doesn't stop.


But the truth of the matter is, when you wake up in a dark and lonely place, no Starbucks sugar free vanilla latte can take it away as can happy thoughts and the smile the cleaner on her way to work on a gray cold morning gives us, without agenda nor conditions. Just a smile. 
Science even says, if you fake smiling till you make it, you will actually feel happier in your body and in your heart.  


Interestingly, scientific research also says that if the body is built of 80% water and that water can become molecularly positive or negative depending on whether you surround it with darkness of words or embrace it with love, so to, one would imagine how the waters in our body responds to our daily judgmental self-destructive thoughts, and therefore we become the product of our thoughts, both physically and mentally and for sure emotionally.
Well, if that's true it would explain a lot of broken minds and bodies moping about the planet endlessly unfulfilled and searching for a way out of a self sabotaging self induced black hole of pain. 


How great this world, for giving us the opportunity to enter into this playground of life.
This windy yet straight, multi-colored yet black and white, painful yet joyful, alone yet in company, playground of process and karma, choice in each and most of all the free will to create our lives the way we want it to be and especially in the times we least think it to be so.
If ancient Kabbalistic sages would say for thousands of years that consciousness creates our reality, and mystical astrologers would say that our planets constantly move and change around our consciousness, then we really are moving galaxies and worlds with our minds. How perplexing a thought, and what a Voyage into the unknown this could mean for us, as we one day step into a Galaxy of seemingly perplexing, but positive healthy and happy minds.


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