The collective unconsciousness

Have you read Invasions by Robin Cook? It is an amazing book. A story about alien viruses invading earth with their might and how a lone earthling overcomes them (Well..almost). One aspect that impressed me tremendously was the fact that the alien virus grows in its power as more and more people are infected, and are drawn to the nucleus, the first man to be infected who acts as the head of the conglomeration. They start communicating to each other 'telepathically' and can recognize each part of their conglomerate by their thoughts. That got me thinking....

Why does every one have their own impression of the supreme power? Why is it that everyone has a God that they relate to? And no one has been able to identify the true source of power, the supreme that rules us all? (Of course, this theory is with the assumption that God is real, and completely contradictory to the Dreams). Think of the human body for example, the organs think that blood is God - it brings them life, purifies their 'souls'. The blood cells thinks that the heart is God, sending them as messengers to cleanse the other worlds. Each is trapped by its own self-enforced territory. None of them will be able to arrive at the true source of power unless they all get-together and detail their functions. I think its the same with us too - unless all of us harmonize our thoughts, I dont think we will be able to identify the true power. This unification of thought is not passed on, it is acquired of our own free will - we understand when we are ready to assimilate the information and truth.

But then, the question arises, what is the true driving force of the human body? Isnt every component a vital part? Maybe we are like that too - each of us forming the finger nail, 'treads' in the fingerprint, blood cells and so on of the mighty power we call God. I cant decide whether ignorance is bliss - the true knowledge of our power might upturn the fragile peace we have.

I tried to convey this to some of my friends once, and the comment was 'Alaga irukkenu oru ponna rasikkalam, but oru kolapatha rasikka mudiyathu'. We have a long way to go...

Yeh jo des hai mera

So I came across the post on Deepak's site on humri pyaari bharath mata. I do understand the sentiments, though I dont find myself on the same line of thought. Before you mark me as an anti-Indian, or an ingrate soon to be NRI, let me explain myself.

What is it that we call as countries? Do you see the physical demarcations that this area belongs to the brown skinned and is line ke peche hi sab yellow skinned logon ko rehni chayiye? From where I stand, these 'borders' were created by our ancestors - an act not very different from the way a Lioness marks out her territory. I cant help but think if patriotism is an extension of religious fanatism - how different are Hindus fighting Muslims different from Indians fighting Pakistanis? Where do we draw the line on what is right? We have come to the point that Indian youth moving to the US of A is considered 'brain drain'. Would we say the same if I studied in Tamil Nadu and worked in Karnataka? Why is it that moving around the country is ok, but not moving around the world?

I can identify with the nostalgia though - the place where we grew up, spent the careless years as free spirits is definitely close to our heart, and we will always remember them with tears in our eyes. But we have chosen to come to this land, and we might as well live with the choice and move on with life, enjoying the beauty and the different kind of freedom we have here. Imagine what all we could lose out on if all we do is ruminate our 'woh din'. Arent we becoming more like our grandparents in their 'in those days' moods?

But then, I am talking of an ideal world. A world without borders or a universe without planetarian favoritism should be a collective thought and process. A bubble waiting to burst, given the way our minds work.

Continuing what went on

:-) Well...I agree that the theory doesnt have a solid background or proof. But I could try to explain some of the questions that Vivek has asked....death...woz thinking about that...if this make-believe dream is true, death would mean waking up to the real 'reality'. perhaps the reason why we seem to have the notion of a seeing a 'bright light' in near death situations..the morning of the real world perhaps? Maybe that is the reason why many of us are not comfortable with the concept of death, our sub-conscious somehow forces us to resent it, as the primary reason for us being in this fantasy is to escape what death bring us to.

About the extraordinary memory...umm...am not sure i get that. Why would you think it is extraordinaily high memory capacity? How would you know the capacity of the real you, when you dont really know the real you. (confusing?). The collective unconsious theory? - We have accumulated the knowledge of many things and experiences from lives lived before, hidden in our sub-conscious, waiting to be discovered. I belive in it too. There have been many times that I have simply just 'known' things wihthout being explained or having the experience to understand them. The answer to everything lies within you, you just have to be ready and open enough to understand this and discover yourself. Do I believe in re-incarnations?....a different story, if we could define the concept of incarnation. I could go on forever, leaping from one concept to the other....

An expected reflection

I am sure that this has been a question that all of us have raised in ourselves, tried to figure out, and have either attained the enlightenment or have shrugged it off as non-essential. Why are we here...what is this thing that we call life?. I have had many theories on this, each neatly conflicting the other, and have not arrived at any proper conclusion, except that we are not what we seem to be.

Much of this conclusion is thanks to the Matrix series, which, like many other books and movies has been an inspiration for my theory of 'I believe'.

One of my theories is that we live in a make-believe world. In some dimension we lead such horrible lives that we dream up this life to escape from reality. The extent of details that we have in this dream directly proportional to the horrors we want to escape. Well, it might not necessarily be horrors....they might also be like the afternoon history classes in school. So how do we meet people? They are either inventions of our own, or we might have interconnected psyches with many other people. Our brain waves interact to produce a composite dream that each shares, yet maintains one's own as the perspective on 'life'. I am working on explaining the multiverse principle in this theory...will get to it someday when I am open to the 'cosmic waves' as Haran used to say.

Inspiration for this? I read an article on the newspaper years ago when a girl went into a slumber and wouldnt wake up after seeing her family perish in the Gujarat earthquake.

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