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It has become apperant that true transformation begings in the mind. Then transends to the heart and put into action. All this being physical. In turn, over time ages and nutures the belief that In some sense, weither good or bad accumulates and is recorded somewhere. Perhaps only in our brain, which is also physical. Now our brain, if for having its most important purpose is bieng able to keep us alive through interaction through our environment as is the best survival tool one can have. So is the invention of heaven or of a continuation of the soul a devise mechinism to keep us alive after we know of our inevitible death?

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It has become apperant that true transformation begings in the mind. Then transends to the heart and put into action. All this being physical.

What do you allude to with this?

In turn, over time ages and nutures the belief that In some sense, weither good or bad accumulates and is recorded somewhere. Perhaps only in our brain, which is also physical. Now our brain, if for having its most important purpose is bieng able to keep us alive through interaction through our environment as is the best survival tool one can have. So is the invention of heaven or of a continuation of the soul a devise mechinism to keep us alive after we know of our inevitible death?

Does it keep you alive? Does it feel like it keeps you alive? If you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt once death came to the body, that was it - like a light flickering out for eternity, you would cease to exist on any level what so ever, would you find living an impossibility? Or would indeed that very knowing, merely exist in place of the gap thus created by removing the puzzle piece 'heaven'? Would it actually serve to keep you going? Would it be liberating to know that actually none of this is happening in the first place? That there is nothing to fear because nothing is/was in the first place?

It is the unknown that I find truly frightening. Because the unknown means lack of control. It could be anything. And not knowing, begs to know. Anything will work. Anything that will sufficently convince oneself that one Knows. Even if one is not consciously aware of it as such, and merely view said 'known' as a "possibility." Knowing the possible within the infinity of the reality of Unknown, has already taken the unknown out of the game all together. At least, that is the impression one is under. Real fear is the true seeing of the truth, reality of that which can never be known: the truly unavoidable. The claws tear you apart from your blind spot.

meta_synthesis-

Would it be liberating to know that actually none of this is happening in the first place? That there is nothing to fear because nothing is/was in the first place?

Yes!

To Liberation!

A quote for those who fancy quotes:

The final answer is this: Nothing is. All is a momentary appearance in the field of the universal consciousness. Continuity- as name and form- is a mental formulation only. Easy to dispel.

Nisargadatta

Meta- It is the unknown that I find truly frightening. Because the unknown means lack of control. It could be anything. And not knowing, begs to know. Anything will work. Anything that will sufficently convince oneself that one Knows. Even if one is not consciously aware of it as such, and merely view said 'known' as a "possibility." Knowing the possible within the infinity of the reality of Unknown, has already taken the unknown out of the game all together. At least, that is the impression one is under. Real fear is the true seeing of the truth, reality of that which can never be known: the truly unavoidable. The claws tear you apart from your blind spot.

Powerful truth, Meta.

What is it that fears the unknown? Would it not be the known? And that which is known can only be known by a temporary gauge. Born, live, die- where is the known in the grave? Where is the known 200 years from now? Gone. Unknown- save for records kept by those who will be gone- unknown- too.

Perhaps the unknown is all there is- and the known is a blind spot that just thinks it's seeing something, an illusion, and if it happens to see nothing, see Reality, it naturally fears for it's story of "being".

Meta- not knowing, begs to know.

"I was a hidden treasure that wanted to be known."

so in truth, the real beutiful existance is in not knowing. Is that correct? That if we were only here for but a brief time, like an inhale and exhale of breath all that we are. Is it true that in fact our essnce may never be reincarnated to full perfection of ones identity and transverred over and over across the universe? If ones life was forever the prime, and forever over time was one is that the true simplicity?