What if at some point after you take your last breath, and cease to be
You wake up.
You realise this realty, this human you dreamt you are,
was a dream. All of it, a thought.
Even with all its inconceivable detail, all its complexity,
it never actually existed except in the mind of the real you,
the Dreamer.
The dreamer wakes up a bit foggy from such a surreal dream
realising the version of organisms dreamt of,
physical matter and the elements,
couldn't be more different from what you actually are
and what actual is.
Reality never existed,
the universe is not a real place in space and time.
All the wars, all the history of planet earth.
the Bible, God, Muhammed and Shiva,
Physics, string theory and extra dimensions.
Past lives, after life, and death.
Your mother, your best mates, your beloved cat.
Even your own thoughts and dreams.
None of this existed but in the mind of the dreamer,
Which is YOU.
An intelligence so advanced it has no physical matter,
No space or time. Such things are only an idea or concept.
It exists only as a conscious intelligence.
Immaterial.
An intelligence so advanced it can support and create with thought
an infinite amount of reality's such as ours which we perceive as real
because we feel we are real.
because we are dreaming.
Realities we go to wars over, bomb each other and sacrifice children in the name of an omnipotent being that is but a creative concept
Yet we hold on too tight
We do horrible and beautiful acts for nothing more than and elaborate illusion
We are a figment of thought, imprisoned by the realism that traps us
because the idea that nothing exists is too difficult
and the complex detail of this world to massive to accept.
There is, in the dream, a heaven, a hell, paranormal activity and magic
and some dreamt beings go to these places such as an after life and the dream continues for them.
Some reincarnate and live countless lives in countless worlds and realities,
And the dream continues for them.
Some close there created eyes for the last time and their story ends.
In short all possibilities are real but take center stage under the umbrella of actual
non existence.
Relying on its creative powers of thoughts and dreams it sets out to create yet another reality.
The consciousness has been doing this an infinite number of times and will never stop.
For its the only way for it to realise and experience itself.
Without awakening from the dream how would it know its dreaming and what it is?
Floating alone in the void, how could consciousness know its self?
How could something recognise silence if all there ever was was sound?
Sound would be silence and never noticed to be anything at all.
The consciousness rests and remembers what it is.
It is all there ever was and all there could actually ever be.
Yet, without self awareness, a reflection, even it would not be.
Could not be.
As philosophers have tussled over our dreamt history as a advanced species
something can't come from nothing.
The conscious intelligence can't actual create anything.
There can be no matter in the void for matter does not exist.
Such things can only seem to exist in its thoughts and ideas.
We are just a dream, a thought, a method consciousness uses to recognise itself.
None of this exists. Not you, not your world.
If there is something we could call reality it is the void.
Have fun and play with whatever brings you joy in life.
Be good to one another and love un conditionally
Because although an illusion it matters
There is no reason to assume that the dreamer awakens upon death.
There is no way to calculate how long the dream lasts when the intelligence creating it resides in timelessness.
For even time is just a thought.
Live life and find joy,
but do not take yourself or any of it too seriously
for none of it
and none of us
Exist.
You wake up.
You realise this realty, this human you dreamt you are,
was a dream. All of it, a thought.
Even with all its inconceivable detail, all its complexity,
it never actually existed except in the mind of the real you,
the Dreamer.
The dreamer wakes up a bit foggy from such a surreal dream
realising the version of organisms dreamt of,
physical matter and the elements,
couldn't be more different from what you actually are
and what actual is.
Reality never existed,
the universe is not a real place in space and time.
All the wars, all the history of planet earth.
the Bible, God, Muhammed and Shiva,
Physics, string theory and extra dimensions.
Past lives, after life, and death.
Your mother, your best mates, your beloved cat.
Even your own thoughts and dreams.
None of this existed but in the mind of the dreamer,
Which is YOU.
An intelligence so advanced it has no physical matter,
No space or time. Such things are only an idea or concept.
It exists only as a conscious intelligence.
Immaterial.
An intelligence so advanced it can support and create with thought
an infinite amount of reality's such as ours which we perceive as real
because we feel we are real.
because we are dreaming.
Realities we go to wars over, bomb each other and sacrifice children in the name of an omnipotent being that is but a creative concept
Yet we hold on too tight
We do horrible and beautiful acts for nothing more than and elaborate illusion
We are a figment of thought, imprisoned by the realism that traps us
because the idea that nothing exists is too difficult
and the complex detail of this world to massive to accept.
There is, in the dream, a heaven, a hell, paranormal activity and magic
and some dreamt beings go to these places such as an after life and the dream continues for them.
Some reincarnate and live countless lives in countless worlds and realities,
And the dream continues for them.
Some close there created eyes for the last time and their story ends.
In short all possibilities are real but take center stage under the umbrella of actual
non existence.
Relying on its creative powers of thoughts and dreams it sets out to create yet another reality.
The consciousness has been doing this an infinite number of times and will never stop.
For its the only way for it to realise and experience itself.
Without awakening from the dream how would it know its dreaming and what it is?
Floating alone in the void, how could consciousness know its self?
How could something recognise silence if all there ever was was sound?
Sound would be silence and never noticed to be anything at all.
The consciousness rests and remembers what it is.
It is all there ever was and all there could actually ever be.
Yet, without self awareness, a reflection, even it would not be.
Could not be.
As philosophers have tussled over our dreamt history as a advanced species
something can't come from nothing.
The conscious intelligence can't actual create anything.
There can be no matter in the void for matter does not exist.
Such things can only seem to exist in its thoughts and ideas.
We are just a dream, a thought, a method consciousness uses to recognise itself.
None of this exists. Not you, not your world.
If there is something we could call reality it is the void.
Have fun and play with whatever brings you joy in life.
Be good to one another and love un conditionally
Because although an illusion it matters
There is no reason to assume that the dreamer awakens upon death.
There is no way to calculate how long the dream lasts when the intelligence creating it resides in timelessness.
For even time is just a thought.
Live life and find joy,
but do not take yourself or any of it too seriously
for none of it
and none of us
Exist.