Hi Op:

You have given me a lot of work! being a mom of two i want to ensure my progeny have some form of enlightenment as well.

I have started to read the secret life of plants and am amazed by the first 3 chapters i have managed to squeeze in between full time work, mommy duties and reading this entire thread pg 70 (barely) laughing out loud...

Recently though i stumbled upon Hira Ratan Manek and sun gazing and this seems to be a key point that i now must also research and possibly practice.

I am attempting to cut off processed food and meats, starting slowly of course. I am more active trying to bike to work vs. driving. Attempting to not let my emotions get the best of me (hardest part i am a no bullsh*t straight forward raw and uncut kind of lady ;))

My question for you as stated previously:

How do you awaken/escape from a system that they trap you in? I did not wish to be born into this world, but the way it is set up how can you "survive" without food and shelter? If we are here, we must all have a purpose. Is it just a passing? If we are passing is there an afterlife? Is our soul "doomed" from all the enslavement? Does our creator love us? If so why does he let this "system" keep us trapped? Let's say i am awake... is that it just to be awake? What benefits are there? I wanna learn, but who do i trust? People look at me crazy even when I simply say something bigger that us is happening. If you are here for riddles, and laughs, does that not make you just a tease? Do you find pleasure in that? I know we are capable of more, I want more. When we pass do we remain conscience? Does all our "struggle" teach us an ultimate lesson? Please respond!! this is the tip of the iceberg in my head i have so much i want to know and ask but it is more than i can type. lol

I believe we are here ultimately to love.

The rest is irrelevant and nonsense.

But at the same time, we are in love with others and they pass why do we have to lose them if that is the purpose?

Lastly, when we do die to we see our entire bloodline?

also,
-What frequency do you spend the most time in?
-Are we in a sleep/dead frequency?
-What is the purpose of life in general?
-Do you know God? i believe there is a creator, no?
-Do you know Satan? maybe a force that is pure evil? no compassion?

lastly:

How does one make contact with their bloodline?

How do we time travel? or travel to different "frequencies"?

I believe all that you say, it makes perfect sense to me... sadly i am still a prisoner of my fears... fear that if i give up this whole "reality" my kids will suffer with me... it's hard to stop playing with money in a "world" that consist of money.

oh and your thoughts on this story:

[link to www.galactanet.com]

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way