Find a Lifeboat

Lifeboat

Our ship is sinking.
If you cling to it you will die.
Where are the lifeboats?

My last blogpost got me thinking.  If my children were to read it and ask me:  “Papa, what do you mean?  What is a lifeboat and where can I find one?  I don’t want to die!”

What would I tell them?

Dear kids,

This story concerns you.  The Titanic is your body.  Rose represents you, the person inside the body.  The lifeboat is the “thing” that will allow you to “detach” from the body.  If you cling to the body (identify with it) you will die with it.  You are not your body, but a person inside the body.

In the film Titanic, Mr. Andrews was the shipbuilder.  He knew the ship, he built it.  Who built your physical body?  It doesn’t really matter who built it, what matters is the vital information he gives you concerning it:  “I assure you, she can sink…  and she will.  It’s a mathematical certainly.”

He also tells Rose to get to a lifeboat quickly:  “Don’t wait.  You remember what I told you about the lifeboats?”

What is a lifeboat?  Is it something far away which is hard to find?  No, it’s easy to find and it’s not far away.  The lifeboat is not in the air, under the sea or on land.  The lifeboat is on the ship!  Remember, the ship is your body.  The lifeboat is inside your own body, not outside of it.

Once you find a lifeboat what are you going to do?  Sit in it and pray?  No, the lifeboat has to be hoisted down, down, down until it touches the cold, dark, roaring sea.  It’s going to be scary.  Some people might tell you that’s it safer to remain onboard the big ship, that you have plenty of time, that another ship will come and rescue you.

Don’t listen to them.  Get on the lifeboat quickly.  Make sure it’s hoisted down.  And then what?  Cling to the ship?  No, if you do that, your lifeboat will be pulled downward along with the ship when it sinks.  You need to paddle far away from the ship.

Kids:  “Papa, I still don’t know what a lifeboat is and where to find one!”

Listen children.  Don’t panic.  You need to find something within you that allows you to turn your attention away from your physical body, it’s appearances and it’s insatiable greedy desires.  You are not your body.  You are Rose, the person inside the body.  Give life to this person.  Save this person before she drowns.

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All in the Same Boat

Titanic

Fact #1  – Earth is deteriorating.
Fact #2  – The body is expiring.
Fact #3  – Death is a certainty.

Quotes:

Rose:  Mr. Andrews…  I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes…  please, tell me the truth.

Mr. Andrews:  The ship will sink.

Rose:  You’re certain?

Mr. Andrews:  Yes.  In an hour or so, all of this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.  Please, tell only who you must.  I don’t want to be responsible for a panic.  And get to a boat quickly, don’t wait.  You remember what I told you about the boats?

Rose:  Yes…  I understand.

Ismay:  But this ship can’t sink!

Mr. Andrews:  She’s made of iron, sir!  I assure you, she can…  and she will.  It is a mathematical certainty.

Rose

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Now back to poor little me on earth:

Do I understand the basic facts?
Do I know what a lifeboat is and where to find one?
Do I want to live or just find comfort while I sink?

I’m Not My Body

corpse

Am I my body?  Have you ever asked yourself this?

I’ve never felt that my body was me.  Even as a kid, I remember thinking that my body was just a vehicle.  I was like a little man sitting behind the windows of my eyes, driving my body around.  This was fun.

What is wrong with this world is that it tries to convince me that I am my body.  Where did they get that idea?  What a stupid idea.  I don’t buy it at all.  Not anymore.  I bought this idea for a while, but then decided to reject it.  It didn’t serve me well.  It’s just bullshit.

You can believe whatever you want, but if you choose to believe that you are your body, then this is what your reality will become.  Fun at first, but eventually your life will become a nightmare.  Because there is no hope for the body.

I don’t hate my body, but I’m not in love with it either.  It’s like my car.  It’s useful to move around.  I can use it to manipulate the stuff around me.  It also serves to express myself to others.  But my body is not me, it’s a tool.  A living tool which has an expiry date.

Those who identify with the body live as mortals.  Those who do not identify with the body have a better chance at survival.

Surviving death.  The purpose of life is to survive death.  To become immortal.

Immortality starts with not identifying with the body.

Look at yourself in the mirror and say:  “This is not me.  It’s my vehicle.  And it’s getting older.  It’s slowly dying.  And that’s fine.  I’ll continue feeding and taking care of it but I’m not giving my life to it.  Keeping this body alive as long as possible is not necessarily the recipe for happiness.  My sense of self is located somewhere else.  This vehicle belongs to the earth, and it will stay with it.  I do not belong to the earth and I don’t intend to remain attached to it forever.”

Death

I’m not dead yet.

I might be cocooned, but I am not dead.  I’m not asleep either.  I feel very aware.  Waiting…  Wondering what I should do.  There is not much I CAN do… except introspect.  And write.  Starting this blog was a good idea, I think.

I will write my introspections.

So here are the observations of a person who finds himself almost completely alone.  Another word for alone is unsocial.  So I shall write about this.  But my purpose is not to complain.  I intend to express to the rest of the world where hope lies for a person like me.  There IS no hope for me on earth.  My hope is elsewhere.

Lonely Man

This is not a place for readers who are looking for stories of earthly hope.  I have no such stories to offer.  I am concerned with truth.  And the true destiny of physical man is death.

Let’s face it.  Let’s face the truth and talk about it.  Death is real.  It’s in my face and it’s in my body.  It WILL come.  In fact, what I used to be is already dead.  My old identity has expired.

I will never be a caterpillar again!  The only hope for an earth-crawler is metamorphosis.  Transformation through what some call death.  But what a paradox!  Because this “death” is our means of survival.  So why is it called death?  Simply because in the eyes of the unbeliever, this kind of transmutation requires a total detachment from physical reality.  And to the materialist, physicality is all there is.