posted 05-22-2002 08:25 AM            

There was a woman in a coma, completely unaware of her own physical body, or of other people. The doctors and nurses came and went, the relatives visited and sat, but the woman in the coma was unaware of them all. She lay still for what seemed a long, long time. The woman was only aware of her own imagination, unfettered and unrestricted, completely without a sense of time, place nor context. She did nothing but imagined herself, created herself and saw herself as that which she wanted to be. After considerable self-examination, this woman created a physical version of herself within her own imagination; to see herself and look upon herself. She saw herself as the most beautiful woman imaginable. She was physically perfect in every way with absolute health and energy. Emotionally, she was perfect love, complete honesty, absolute faith, divine forgiveness and was unceasingly gentle. This woman moved around her own creation of what she was, admiring and smiling at her own perfection. After a length of time, she began to ask herself how she could know what she was. How could she KNOW herself as beautiful, unless there was someone that was not beautiful? How could she KNOW what she was, unless she created what she was not? This woman now imagined her opposite, and placed another woman beside her perfect self. This new woman was physically ugly, deformed and in constant pain. The new woman was selfish, deceitful, unloving and unforgiving. This second creation was the complete opposite of the first, everything that the first was not. Expanding her creation of what she was, and was not, she imagined more people. She created millions more, all ranging between her perfect self and imperfect opposite. These millions more were all variations, each with various qualities taken from the first two. Some were physically beautiful but with loveless hearts. Some were emotionally loving but physically imperfect. She played with variations within variations. Some were equally beautiful but with differences in hair color, skin color, height and weight. She played with all variations in emotions, intelligence, personality and physique. Upon imagining all of these people, she was pleased. She had a context now for what she was, and was not. She could see the possibilities which defined that which she could choose to be, and that which she could chose not to be. After a further length of time, she began to ask herself how she could EXPERIENCE what she was. She now knew herself as perfection, but could not experience it. How could she BE love unless someone else was being unloving? How could she BE forgiveness unless someone has offended? How could she BE compassion, if there was no suffering? She could be all the people of her creation, but she KNEW herself to be all of these people. She could have one person offend another, but she knew it was her doing the offending, and another part of her as forgiving. The experience would be hollow, for how does one experience victory if playing a game against oneself? How does one experience a loss when it would be impossible to remove anything from your own imagination? She could not experience herself as herself, so she created other versions of herself. She split her own imagination into countless others, separate from her. She gave each of these others all knowledge, all imagination that she possessed so that they could each be her equal. She called these splits in her imagination Souls. She granted each soul one of the bodies that she created, so that they may interact with the other bodies. She created two genders so that they may reproduce. She created a universe so that they may live physically. From the perfect her, to the exact opposite, and all variations in between, the bodies were now inhabited by these souls. The only thing that she asked of each soul before they took a body, was that they forget Who They Were. By forgetting, the experiences would become real. The souls now saw each other as separate from all others, not remembering who they were. And any act of kindness, love or forgiveness was now experienced as being real. The woman in a coma, with nothing but her imagination, could now experience what she was with all innocence and sincerity. The joy she experienced through the acts of other souls allowed her to BE that which She Was. The souls themselves loved the experience just as She did. To them, it was like playing a part in a movie, without the realization that it was just a movie. The emotions were real, the pain was real and the joy was real. The souls returned again and again to the physical world, as each one wished to experience the All. The Is and Is Not. And as each soul was a part of Her, each had Her desires. To experience themselves for what they truly are: perfect love, complete honesty, absolute faith, divine forgiveness and unceasing gentleness. We are all on the journey to remember Who We Are, in the physical realm, to become that perfect creation in the flesh. The least that you do unto others, you do unto me. To judge another is to judge yourself. It is not a question as to whether there is one God. There is nothing but God. The question is, which part do you choose to be?
Brian
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