07-26-2013, 07:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-26-2013, 07:30 PM by Truth Addict.)
Fascinating material from Ra. A lot of people say that when you wanna die, you do, and that those that want to cure with cancer do so, that the will to live plays a large role. It has been scientifically proven at this point that the immune system its closely related with our mood.
But what I would like Ra to answer its what happens when you suicide. Do you get glued into some kind of underworld because of your low vibrational field? Imagine the feelings and thoughts of someone that kills himself, commiting a crime against himself and the people that care about him/her (if any). Also, there is an spiritual difference between "promoting" your death via higher self and forcing it 3d-style? To be clear, I sense quite clearly that if I suicide the situation for me wouldnt be better than the one at hand, which I am improving slowly from hellish to bearable. I could even hear a voice once when drugged out trying to convince me of killing myself, so I think there are entities that would clap seeing me giving up in the game. They cannot directly override free will but they try to make people cause havoc.
I think its has more to do with deep motivators such as karmic/spiritual stuff and the physiological processes of the brain, affected either from traumas, genetics of toxins. I say this because since I was born I had this so-rooted belief that one day I would probably suicide. Or maybe thats a slight exaggeration, but overall I have been always quite suicidal, at least mentally. My mother even tells that when in the kindergarten they were telling us about blood donations and I raised my hand to say seriously that I wanted to die. Looking back it was just something that arose naturally from the feelings that this place,the things on it and the events of my life made me feel. I have Asperger Syndrome for the record, never feel really comfortable with people around, and some history of abuse, and three years of unrefreshing sleep and insomnia among other s*** recently. But I was ironically a lot worse when my problems were "just" mental. On other words, my thesis about this is, if you feel pain enough, you will want to die or think about it at some point. Did I ever ask to die? Yes, but just once, and I suspect I wasnt absolutely sincere, as dying actually scares me. I do remember screaming in the middle of the night from the intense pelvic pain, cursing my higher self and promising solemnly that once I die I would go and punish whoever was responsible of the planification of this incarnation, crying, ruffling and almost foaming like a damned. Imagining astral figures in podiums in front of me, and me becoming pure energy of harm with rays of sharp endings to take revenge. LoL yeah I chose a funny ride, or someone chose it for me.
But now I am a lot better, since I am becoming very aware that this is a game that you can win and we are infinite consciousnes and stuff (also my penis doesnt hurt as much)
. Just wanted to let you guys know how its to be inside someone that has lived always in his own portable hell, so you can maybe get a glimpse of why some decide to take their life.
But what I would like Ra to answer its what happens when you suicide. Do you get glued into some kind of underworld because of your low vibrational field? Imagine the feelings and thoughts of someone that kills himself, commiting a crime against himself and the people that care about him/her (if any). Also, there is an spiritual difference between "promoting" your death via higher self and forcing it 3d-style? To be clear, I sense quite clearly that if I suicide the situation for me wouldnt be better than the one at hand, which I am improving slowly from hellish to bearable. I could even hear a voice once when drugged out trying to convince me of killing myself, so I think there are entities that would clap seeing me giving up in the game. They cannot directly override free will but they try to make people cause havoc.
(07-09-2013, 08:02 PM)Jeremy Wrote: I guess my life hasn't really been bad enough to even contemplate something like this. I mean, even when I was dealing with a manic depressed/bipolar wife with delusions while surviving on 4 hours of sleep for 6 months, taking care of my daughter, working full time, getting evicted, getting a knife shoved in my face while my wife held our daughter, thrown in jail because of a lie by my wife, subjected to sleeping on my parents living room floor while only being able to visit my daughter under supervision every other week, car breaking down once a month, etc and I still never even thought about it once.What you have gone trough its pretty rough.
I guess I always had my daughter to think about but it just simply was never an option that ever arose in my mind. Maybe I've always known that we had more work to do so leaving early would have accomplished nothing.
I think its has more to do with deep motivators such as karmic/spiritual stuff and the physiological processes of the brain, affected either from traumas, genetics of toxins. I say this because since I was born I had this so-rooted belief that one day I would probably suicide. Or maybe thats a slight exaggeration, but overall I have been always quite suicidal, at least mentally. My mother even tells that when in the kindergarten they were telling us about blood donations and I raised my hand to say seriously that I wanted to die. Looking back it was just something that arose naturally from the feelings that this place,the things on it and the events of my life made me feel. I have Asperger Syndrome for the record, never feel really comfortable with people around, and some history of abuse, and three years of unrefreshing sleep and insomnia among other s*** recently. But I was ironically a lot worse when my problems were "just" mental. On other words, my thesis about this is, if you feel pain enough, you will want to die or think about it at some point. Did I ever ask to die? Yes, but just once, and I suspect I wasnt absolutely sincere, as dying actually scares me. I do remember screaming in the middle of the night from the intense pelvic pain, cursing my higher self and promising solemnly that once I die I would go and punish whoever was responsible of the planification of this incarnation, crying, ruffling and almost foaming like a damned. Imagining astral figures in podiums in front of me, and me becoming pure energy of harm with rays of sharp endings to take revenge. LoL yeah I chose a funny ride, or someone chose it for me.
But now I am a lot better, since I am becoming very aware that this is a game that you can win and we are infinite consciousnes and stuff (also my penis doesnt hurt as much)
