Nothing is true…. At least not in the traditional way we think of truth. Not even God’s or Universal Truth is true. Only what you give power to by both your innately and adopted beliefs has any truth to it whatsoever! I am not trying to discourage you here, nor am I raining on your parade. My intention is to shine some light on your illusions, or should I say our illusions. You see the entire world – all that you think you know is a hologram, a fabrication of powers we do not understand. It would be like a television set understanding the programs it broadcasts. It is not possible for humans to understand any Truth, if it even exists. I challenge all your beliefs as you hold them right now!
Why would I do such a thing, which many would feel as an assault on their very soul? Because sometimes we need a slap in the face to wake up, and perhaps some cold water will shock your awareness into focus. All you thought was true is not. Take this literally. The only truth is nothing…. or to say this another way, whatever is is not and whatever is not is. Pause for a moment, let this fully sink in. The reality you are experiencing now as you sit with your computer or tablet and read this blog; all that surrounds you is a fabrication or a projected hologram from the All That Is. Even “you” do not exist!
We all love to watch movies because we experience things we would not otherwise experience, but the real gift is realizing you are a movie within a movie and frankly there could be infinite layers to this scenario, like two mirrors facing each other. The image/realities go on and on for as far as the eye can see. In fact as far as our most powerful telescopes can see, reality appears as soon as we look. (Works with microscopes too) So there can be no limit to the worlds which lay awaiting discovery. The simple act of looking creates them! (The Heisenberg principle) This is what discovery is, the act of looking at the hologram and seeing it for the first time. What if every experience was perceived as the first one no matter how many times it had happened before?
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lined, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” (Wikipedia.org)
“Who are you without your story?” (Byron Katie, 2008)