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Written by Neal Donald Walsch. He is calling this his final 'Conversation with God', but I think he just means his final book in his 'Conversations with God" books series.
Are we our thoughts and perspectives? or are we just a physical form with thoughts and perspectives?
Many years ago a friend was driving as we went to see the movie Tommy in San Francisco. As we were moving along after a period of being quiet we both said the same thing at the same time. (wish I could recall what it was) It as an exclamation, an "Oh Wow" moment that we spoke aloud, but that had been in reference to our private thoughts. We turned to each other and started asking "were you just thinking of (I don't recall what this was now, but something)" and we were, and we just kept going back, "Before that was it _____" and it was. We had been driving along having the same thoughts, we were of "One Mind" and then spoke in unison about what ever we had been thinking of. Are we two people, or are we one thought form?
Some years before that, to move out of the dorms I got a job living in a Mortuary. I was to answer the phones at night. It wasn't a requirement that I go help pick up bodies, but they said they would pay me extra it I would. (They didn't pay me to answer the phone, just gave me a place to live). I only ended up spending one night. That night my dream was of being at an alter, praying "What Is Real". It was a question I had to have answered. There were candles off to my right burning and I was on my knees. God answered. He said "It's All Real", and I understood with such comprehension that I laughed and cried at the same time. I went out a side door and sat on some steps that were in an arch along the sidewalk. Friends I knew walked by and asked if I was OK as I sat there laughing and crying. All I could say was that I was fine, no problems, don't worry, and they would go along. After waking from that, which was very intense for me, I thought I was not ready for "Religion", thanked the owners of the Mortuary, and took another job milking cows on a dairy. I did that for a few quarters, until I dropped a class, didn't have enough units to keep my student deferment, was afraid I would get drafted into the Army, so I joined the Navy.
After the Navy I go back to college and have another dream of great impact. In this dream I find myself laying on the ground, I can hear sirens, I can feel my upper body on pavement and my lower body on gravel. I somehow "KNOW" that I will not make it until the ambulance comes. Then I find myself up in the air, looking down as the ambulance arrives. I watch the driver go to my body, I watch the passenger go to the rear of the ambulance and start to get the gurney out. Then the driver says, "we don't need that, we have to call the morgue". Then I watch my parents being told about what happened. Then I watched my own funeral, Then I woke up and was so grateful to be alive, and I have always been a much better driver after that.
I have enjoyed the books of Carlos Castaneda, and read "The Art of Dreaming" a few times. After thinking about the messages in his books, I practiced some of his suggestions and I had a very interesting experience in Oakland California one afternoon, as the Eagles played at a "Day on the Green". It was at the end of "Take it to the limit one more time". I rushed off to see what my friend experienced at the end of that song, and his reply was "did they play that song?" I felt some how let down, but later, driving around with the radio on, a DJ says, "I'll never forget, what happened one afternoon at a day on the green, when the Eagles Played..." and he starts "Take it to the limit, one more time". Just sent chills of excitement through me and I deary longed to find out what he had experienced.
Well, I have probably told enough stories, about our being creations of our own imaginations,
Peace, and Best Wishes,
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