The idea of a universal mind (or universal consciousness or collective
consciousness or Collective
unconscious) is a fascinating subject to me. The universal mind is the
universal higher consciousness where we subconsciously connect with other
beings around the world. Collectively,
as humans, we can predict when almost any type of major event is going to
happen.
When I was at a paranormal event with the Paranormal
Research Society a couple of months ago, tech specialist, Sergey Poberezhny was
discussing the concept of collective unconsciousness with us and was talking
about something called the “Random Event Generator (REG),” which is supposed to
help us explore the direct impact of consciousness on the physical world.
Research has been done for over a decade now with the REG and there are
currently over 60 active eggs in the network in areas including Europe, the US,
Canada, India, Fiji, New Zealand, Japan, China, Russia, Brazil, Africa,
Thailand, South America, Australia. The hypothesis is that the REG will show
some sort of anomaly deviations associated with major global events when there’s
major participation or some sort of major reaction to the event; such as 9/11.
While the REG basically flips 200 coins a second to generate
random numbers on the graph, it is supposedly affected by the collective unconscious
to help “predict” the future. While I personally doubt that a piece of technology
can really predict the future and some of the studies have been very far off, I
do think that as creatures on this earth, both human and otherwise are
connected somehow subconsciously.
I think that this concept of a universal mind plays into people
having psychic abilities as well as religion and spirituality; which I believe
the paranormal and religion/ spirituality go hand in hand. As I have sat down
and thought through the concept of collective unconsciousness, my thought process
lead me to this hypothesis; so many people believe in an almighty God, Gods or
some sort of higher being that is separate from humans. That there is some big,
invisible God out there in the universe that we can’t hear, see, smell or touch
but what if WE are God? In theory, I think collectively as humans, we are God
because according to many faiths, God is everywhere, in everything and (from
what I learned in Sunday school as a child) is IN us.
This is just a theory I have but please feel free to discuss
and disagree with me down in the comments below.
I was discussing this with a friend of mine and she told me
about this story on tumblr. I don’t know who wrote it and I do not take credit
for this story, but it gets the point that I’m trying to make across. Please
don’t feel like I’m trying to change your beliefs in any way, because I’m not.
You just cannot talk about the paranormal, without talking about spirituality.
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.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“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.
Citations
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3) Gamble, Maureen .. "Universal Consciousness." Universal Consciousness. Lighttouch.com, Summer 1997. Web. 18 May 2013. <http://www.lightouch.com/conscious.htm>.
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