The Meaning Of Life

So, we think our Life on Earth is the highest reality, and that Spirits are vague and unreal at best, even though -as science progresses-, more evidence begins to point at the possibility of a universe which is holographic in nature.

And if our universe appears to be a projection, a simulation, then how hard would it be to create alternative projections in the form of other universes, a multiverse in other words?

And if we live in a multiverse, then how hard would it be to imagine that our own choices affect the setting of the particular reality we are part of?

Wouldn't that be like making a choice in a computer game which causes the reality of the computer game to unfold in a particular direction as the result of our choice?

And if our choices affect the setting of reality, then to what extent is the reality we perceive personal and to which degree do we share a reality setting with others?

There was a time we considered the atom to be the smallest part of matter, the smallest 'solid brick' in the wall of our physical home, only to discover that as instruments were refined, even smaller particles within the atom were discovered, even to the point where the notion of 'small solid bricks' has been replaced with 'energy particles'.

Well whaddayaknow, our 'solid reality' is built out of 'insolid and intangible energy'?

It seems as if the more we discover, the more we realize we had it all wrong.

We think of the physical dimension as the highest reality because our Spirit and Soul are absorbed into the physical reality when they integrate with the vessel of the human Body.

We think in terms of fixed time-spans, so that compared to one single minute the duration of an average human Life seems like a very long time.

But suppose I were to tell you that the sensation of time and the passing of years as we experience them may be nothing more than the equivalent of a short 'timespan' in the realm of Heaven?

Suppose they are not fixed in a linear one-on-one relationship?

Suppose I were to tell you that this Earth-reality is in fact a simulation, a dream, and that the Spirit is much more real than our Earth-reality?

Suppose I were to tell you that we are dreaming our Life on Earth, and that Hell or Gehenna is a dream within this Earth-dream, like dreaming that you are falling asleep?

And yet, people sell their Souls for a piece of glamour within a fading dream.

You can know all there is to know about reality and the way dimensions manifest as realities, you can know everything there is to know about how to use powers of the Spirit to influence and shape realities, you can transcend dimensions to the highest reality imaginable and you can have the power to do everything your hearts desires to, but in the end, what meaning does this have, what's the point?

What is the point of existence?

I asked this question in my mind not long after my grandfather died.

I guess I must have been five, six or seven years old at most, around the time when I also began to wonder about the concept of Sin and Evil, and how exactly they influence our lives.

Some people applied the label of Good to things others called Evil, some people used the label of Sin where others saw no Sin whatsoever, and I wondered how exactly I was able to know Good from Evil, and what Sin exactly was.

I wondered how Sin could be passed on from generation to generation.

I remember it also was around that time I saw an ugly world full of robots wandering aimlessly in a misty hazy world which did not care, a hostile environment, and I realized that if I wanted to survive in this world of robots I had to be on guard and watch out.

Or else the robots would get me and turn me into a robot as well.

So, what was the point of living eternally?

Asking myself this question I imagined the beginning of one day, and the ending of one day, the beginning of one week, and the ending of one week, the beginning of one month, the ending of one month, the beginning of a year, the ending of a year, and in my mind I began to multiply it a million times in order to approximate the idea of eternity.

Until I experienced a strange sensation of pointlessness which made me wonder: what's the point of living forever?

That question was the outcome of a feeling of being adrift on an endless ocean which never ends and all you see around you are waves.

On Earth at least you knew something would end and you would be done with it, but if you were to live eternally, then everything you know will continue to exist and you are never done with it.

On Earth you would finally be put to rest when your Life was over, but in the afterlife you would simply live forever without being able to put a dot behind it.

Eternity meant you would never be done with it, never would there be a moment when you could breathe out a sigh of relief knowing that it is over and done with.

Trying to understand the meaning of eternal Life I got this strange feeling of pointlessness which is hard to describe, and I did not understand it.

It was not until some 20/21 years later YHWH gave me the answer.

I had forgotten about this question I asked in my mind, but when YHWH stepped in to give me the answer, He brought to mind this one question which I had asked myself.

And He gave me the answer which clarified it all in the simplest way you could possibly imagine.

At the time I was living in a student apartment, and I had to share the kitchen with a number of other students living down the hall.

It was around Christmas time, and everybody was leaving to stay with their family for the holiday season.

I had decided not to go for the first time in my life.

Almost everybody in the building had left, except for one girl in a room opposite of mine.

For some reason she always seemed to have an aversion and a great dislike of me. 

That did not come as a surprise to me any longer, because by that time I had gotten used to the fact that some people simply hated me for no reason whatsoever.

To some people I simply was nothing more than a walking target they could shoot at, and although I felt terrible about it, there was nothing I could do to change it.

It was beyond my control, since I knew there was a deeper spiritual reason for it, because I loved my Creator and I was painfully aware there were forces adversely disposed towards anyone who loved YHWH.

Those forces could pull strings on people's hearts and make them behave like robots to the point where they are nothing more than broadcasts from Hell.

And so at evening I sat in a chair, turning my heart in silence to YHWH.

Some would call it meditation, but in fact it was my way of being silent before my Creator and seeking His presence.

I can't pray for an hour constantly using words to ask for one thing after another, and I don't know where the idea in Christian circles originated that prayer is only prayer when you use words, and it becomes an occult practice when you are silent, because then you are 'meditating', and 'meditation is of the devil'.

When the Bible describes Yahshua going out into the wilderness to pray all night, do you think He was talking all the time?

Remember how He instructed us NOT to pray like gentiles who think they are heard because of the multitude of words they use, but rather to have the attitude of prayer as described in what is called 'the Lord's prayer'?

If then He instructs us NOT to use a multitude of words, do you think He would use a multitude of words Himself when He prayed for hours?

No, He was silent before YHWH, a practice many Christians have forgotten, yet a practice which is so very important.

It is important because it aims to release your attention from the whirlpool of thoughts and distractions so that you are free to be in the 'reality of the here and now' as opposed to the 'virtual reality of your thoughts', capable of focusing your heart and attention in silence on YHWH.

"But that's meditation!"

You CAN make it a hypnotic form of meditation if you do it for any other reason than to seek your Creator, it depends on your intent.

Your goal or intent is the direction of your bow and arrow of prayer, and the strength you can muster to stretch the bow is the force of your faith aiming the arrow at the target.

If you are silent for YHWH, your 'meditation' is silent prayer, if you are silent to empty your thoughts and relax so that you can be one with the universe, your meditation can be a hypnotic form of self-denial.

And mind you, this is also true for verbal prayer, even though you may pray in 'Jesus' name'!

So, that evening I was sitting in a chair praying in silence to YHWH, when suddenly everything began to change.

It was as if YHWH's Spirit entered the premises, and I experienced fear in my heart.

If you have ever read about 'the fear of the Lord', this is what I am describing.

It comes from the realization that you are not really perfect, and your Creator IS.

But I brought to mind that YHWH is merciful and kind, so I decided NOT to end the prayer and run, but instead I persisted in prayer, fully trusting that my loving Creator and Father would be kind to me, understanding how I was only a speck of dust caught in a twilight zone.

I wanted His nearness more than anything in the world, so I continued to sit in silent prayer, waiting for my Redeemer.

At that time I heard the door of the room opposite of mine opening quickly, and the girl who had a grudge towards me rushed out and knocked on the door of the room next to mine, calling the name of the student who normally lived in that room yet who had gone home like all the others.

Her voice clearly was very fearful and I could hear she cried, but I persisted in my prayer.

A minute or so later I could hear her slamming the door of her room, and she literally ran out of the apartment building as quickly as she was able to.

That's one thing you must understand: those who choose for Evil in their lives on Earth and never repent will not be able to tolerate YHWH's presence when they die, and they will run as far away from YHWH as possible, straight into the Darkness of the Pit of Destruction.

THEY are the ones who will run into the Darkness, because that is what they chose.

After she had left I was completely alone.

There was nobody in the entire building left except for me, and it was then that that the initial feeling of fear now faded away and left its place to a very profound feeling of love and joy, unlike anything which I had ever experienced before.

Everything seemed to light up around me, and I experienced the two most blissful weeks of my entire Life thusfar.

When I laid down in bed at night, there seemed to be a light shining behind my eyelids, and I slept less than usual.

And even though I never really eat much, during those two weeks I even ate less than I was accustomed to.

Every day I had the desire to literally jump out of bed because I was exploding with joy and energy, and even though it was December I did not have to turn on the heating because I felt this warmth around me.

Whenever I opened the Bible to read from it, the passage I read would literally jump out at me and fill me with understanding.

Unhappiness and absence of joy seemed like alien concepts, and creativity was the most natural thing in the world.

Where before creative inspiration was not always present, during those two weeks there was nothing but an overflowing abundance of creative inspiration, all day long, and I wondered how it was possible that at times inspiration seemed to be on vacation causing Life to feel like a heavy weight on my Soul.

It was then that I understood: in the presence of our Heavenly Father the question about the meaning of Life becomes irrelevant, because the meaning we seek we find in Him.

The need to find the meaning of Life is born from our cyclic dualistic fallen condition, and from that perspective we begin to wonder about the meaning of eternal Life.

But once YHWH takes us up and saves us out of our Dualism, then in His presence we experience so much joy and happiness that the question seems like an absurdity.

It becomes an absurdity because when you experience the intensity of the joy as I have, then all you want is for that joy, love and creativity to continue forever, and the notion of it ever ending becomes like an alien thought, a strange fantasy designed to torture yourself with.

It was then YHWH reminded me of that one question I asked myself as a kid.

I thought it was just a passing thought nobody could hear but me.

Yet YHWH heard, and He answered me in the most profound way imaginable.

He answered my question just as to this day IS answering all the questions I ask Him, filling my mind with His wisdom and His insight.

But I also realize that when I explain that the meaning of Life is found in YHWH, it sounds like an absurdity many are not able to relate to.

That's because you have to experience it to truly understand it.

Once you experience the intensity of joy, happiness and boundless creative energy, ALL you want is to live in that state of bliss forever.

And that is the meaning of Life you can find in YHWH and YHWH ONLY.

Our Heavenly Father in Yahshua IS the meaning of Life.

Still, even if you have not experienced that which I was allowed to experience, two weeks where my Spirit seemed to be taken into Heaven while I still remained on Earth, then believe the words I write.

Because this answer, which seems like an absurdity in the face of philophical concepts, is really the only answer which truly satisfies and which gives an accurate reply to the age-old question of what the meaning of Life is.

The ONLY reason we ask that question is because we are fallen and we reason from a fallen dualistic cyclic perspective.

The question reveals itself as an absurdidity in the face of experiencing YHWH's nearness and living in His presence.