what if its all you? your best friend, your worst enemy, that kid you used to make fun of in school, your first love (Brooke Shields in “the blue lagoon” when you were 13), that old friend that you grew apart from, the expressionless woman walking her dog you passed as you reached into your back pocket to find the keys to your apartment, what if its all you?
Well, the way I understand solipsism is that one can never know if anything exists except for one’s own mind. If that be the case, then everything around me would be a fabrication of my own mind (or maybe the fabrication of something else creating hallucinations in my mind). Regardless of what you define as, though, they are in your mind, and, therefore, you… which I think ties back to what you originally posted.
@zooneyvt, I’d buy it. Have you read “The Egg” yet?
If not, here it is: http://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
And it’s a short story (emphasis on short, it’s not long at all) about the idea you bring up.
Anyway, I love your train of thought. It’s not what I believe, but I won’t reject the idea complete. I mean, why not?
@kidd, yea ive read the egg, really awesome, have u read this? https://www.highexistence.com/mind-blowing-story-talking-to-god/ kinda reminds me of the egg if that guy that talks to the guy who died talked to him while he was still alive, idk, i am so on the edge of becoming a recluse at this point I am searching for something to send me over the edge but i guess its just about taking that leap of faith, like when Indiana Jones walks on that seemingly invisible path in “the last crusade” :p
@kidd, time is another thing that plagues my consciousness, seems like yesterday i was playing with my neighbors outside my grandfathers house, i remember it the way it happened or so i think, but how can i know other than what i know right now, it has possibly changed, ten years from now it probably would be different but i would see it as “the way it happened”, from one moment in time everything seems one way, but it will change from moment to moment. man…i dont even know what the fuck im talking about anymore -_-
I guess it’s true in the sense that everyone, to you, can only be who you perceive them to be, and those projections are your thoughts, and those thoughts are a part of you. I guess that’s why it’s tough when people change, because you are so used to seeing the person as you always did, or at least in part, when they have changed from that old way.
I had these experiences of everything being me several times on and off pshichedelics. Last time was on Ayahuasca in Peru and the whole experience was me remembering that I am all, Ka and his girlfriend, nature, time, etc, ALL. And the feeling was of extreme loneliness. I felt utterly alone in the complete emptiness of existence. And then I mentally thought to forget this “truth”, to get back into the illusion. I realized that I had attachments to this reality and was not ready to face the “truth”.
In the end, at one absolute level, everything is just one “thing”, spaceless and timeless and everyone and everything is a manifestation of it.
this kind of reminds me of a story i stumbledupon with:
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
@theequinox89, yea dude, i get you. I’ve been doing this mirror meditation since i was like 19 where you look in your right eye in the mirror and chant “yod he vau he”, basically feels like ur tripping out, or at least i do, the more things change the more you focus on the center of your right eye. It developes into sort of, “a way of seeing”, if your on acid and you look at someone with this “way of seeing things”, its is FUCKING NUTS, cant really explain it, but best i could is its kinda like people look like picasso paintings of what you consider yourself to be, its kinda creepy, everything is just what big geometrical blob. can only speak for myself tho :p
@kaciula, reminds me of Be Here Now by Ram Das when he is talking about being the experiencer vs. the experience. i feel like im not done being the experiencer too but lately ive been asking myself why a lot because when I look back when I first started to see this and I said “I’m not done yet”, I just feel like would be more worth it to end the suffering, but I dont know :p I feel like a walking contradiction
@santi, Totally dude, makes sense on many different levels, just always gotta trust that silent inner voice :D
@collinsj2009, Downloading it now :)