Are We Really Doomed?

Brain:
Are we really doomed from all that is going on in the world?

Soul:
Doomed is something that you will never be. It is humorous how humanity envisions itself. Many before and many again will try to have all that there is to have on your little planet in space; but they will ultimately fail and the world will see the light once again. 

Brain:
It all seems so grim, what with politics being traded for cash and health being traded to acquire power.

Soul:
Merely tricks of an unsophisticated perspective. From My view, it is all quite entertaining. I tell you this, nothing on Earth can kill you. Not the poisons in the sky, nor the water, nor the soil; for it all came from Me. The only reason the body will fail to exist is if the Soul of you allows it.

Brain:
But people are getting sick from the air we are breathing. It is slowly killing us.

Soul:
You crack me up. I have made nothing that will kill you unless the Soul allows it. You, the brain, do more damage to the body with your poison thoughts of what will kill you than the actual things in the air around you. Still, even with your toxic beliefs, the body will continue to function until the Soul says otherwise. The brain can cause cancers and lesions and ailments from its thinking; yet, the body will live on.

Brain:
But then the Soul will get tired of living in a torn up body and want to leave, right?

Soul:
Maybe. In some cases, the Soul will direct the brain on how to heal the body with new thoughts. Other times, the Soul may allow the slow disintegration of the tissues simply for the additional experience of it. You may resemble a crypt keeper before the bitter end, but you will still function if the Soul says so.
You all have so under estimated the power of the body in which you live. You are more powerful than anything on the planet. This is by design.

Brain:
That doesn't make any sense. Then why are people getting sick and dying if we are so strong? Why don't we live healthy lives by default in spite of the poisons?

Soul:
No one lives by default; you live by intention. Have you ever known of anyone that is on their death bed, but then has a miraculous recovery?

Brain:
I've heard of it...

Soul:
The Soul did that. Have you heard of someone being on their death bed - and then dies?

Brain:
Yes...

Soul:
The Soul did that too.

Brain:
You know, some people don't believe in souls. How do you explain this to them? 

Soul:
Do not think too much about the word, Soul. All you really are is a form of matter that is aware of itself; energy, as it is referred by some. Words are useless. You ARE that you ARE, and that is all. You were never a body. You are a thing that can never be sick and that can never die because you have never been human.

Brain:
Then if not a soul and not a human - what are we?

Soul:
You are that which manipulates anything you think about.

Brain:
Hold on...so we are only thinking about being humans?

Soul:
More or less. 

Brain:
I don't get it. We are pretending to be here? We are only manipulating this dimension of reality?

Soul:
My dear brain; you are the dimension.

Brain:
What??

Soul:
Like I said, words are useless. But think of it like this: the Soul can never leave its own realm, or dimension, because it is the dimension. The Soul cannot become another dimension. Instead, it manipulates other dimensions from right where it is. All other dimensions follow the same natural laws; however, every one of them can seamlessly, and effortlessly intermingle and communicate with each other.

Brain:
Does the Soul have to travel to other dimensions to do this?

Soul:
Travel only occurs in thought. No physical movement is necessary. This is quite easy since all dimensions exist within Me. They are Me. All the dimensions, or realms, that exist are all the parts that make Me whole. Without any one of them, I would be incomplete. 

Brain:
Uh...

Soul:
For the sake of simplicity, think of Me like this: one giant thought processor. I put the Awesome in cognitive multitasking.

Brain:
So, because we are merely pretending to be here, we can never truly be sick or die - least of all from our environment.

Soul:
Right. The body can be destroyed, but even then, it must remain in its own dimension - the dimension of the physical. Or shall I say, the seemingly physical. We'll get into that later.

Brain:
The body can never join the Soul. You've said that before.

Soul:
Yes. That is why the body is tossed out; buried or burned. It rejoins that from which it came...the Earth. That is why it takes two bodies of the same realm to make a baby's body for the Soul to use. A spirit and a physical body can never come together to make a physical body. The Soul must manipulate the physical realm from its own space to manifest something in and of the physical realm. In this case, two physical bodies are used to create a third. Do you understand the example?

Brain:
You are referring to the virgin birth. I get it. But getting back to the subject, we should not fear the chemicals in the sky or the poisons in the water or food because they are of one realm and the Souls are of another.

Soul:
You should not. I promise, your bodies can resist them all if that is what the Soul wants and if the Soul and brain work as the team they were designed to be.

Brain:
I will do my best. 

Soul:
I know you will. Knowledge is powerful. And now that you know these things, you can go out and live freely as if you have an immunity that even your doctors cannot explain. I promise they will all scratch their heads as to why you, and those like you, are the last ones standing.

A Little Reminder...

A Really Tired Soul...

JB: I am tired. I think I am all done with this whole thing.

Soul: I see.

JB: I look around and can see no reason to stay.

Soul: Your two girls. Are they a reason?

JB: I suppose. But wouldn't they truly be fine without me?

Soul: Of course they would. It is not My desire to make the brain feel trapped in this body

JB: Okay. Good. Because I have been giving it a lot of thought lately. I'm just a really tired soul.

Soul: Interesting thing to say.

JB: Why is that interesting?

Soul: Because I am the Soul to which you are referring; and I do not feel tired. But I can tell that the brain that thinks it is. JB Lewis is tired...that would be you.

JB: Jesus bleeding Christ. I...me...the body and brain feels exhausted then. Whomever I am - I am tired and I long for peace within this structure, or whatever. Give me a break! I don't feel like there is something separate from me - like a Soul. Why do I feel like the Soul if I am not?

Soul: Because you have been lied to for all of your existence. You have been told that you are all that you see, and that the Soul is something else. If you separate two rooms with a curtain, does one room suddenly not exist simply because you cannot see it? The whole of who you are has been covered by a curtain. The brain exists and the Soul exists; but this entire human experience could never take place without the two of us existing together.

JB: Right. Then if I am not really what I believe myself to be, then what is it about me that just wants to lie down and drift off into a non-returnable sleep?

Soul: You are tired because you are trying to be Me. You are trying to be a Soul. You forget your place. You are not a Soul and therefore have no place in taking on the decisions that a Soul takes on. You cannot see what I see so you have tired yourself out in your efforts to be omnipotent.

JB: What is my place?

Soul: You have the chillest job of all, if you will. You only need to do what I give you to do; and I will never give you more than you can handle. You do not need to make plans. You do not need to figure it all out. You do not need to try and create anything. You merely Need-To-Be. As a brain, you are not in control. You receive from Me as I pass My Consciousness through you. That is where the ideas that you think you came up with actually emanate. If I left this body and the body was able to remain alive without My Energy, no further ideas would present themselves. You, as a brain, would only be able to recycle what had previously passed through you from Me, up until the moment I left. You would wander aimlessly like a person with a severe case of dementia; revisiting old and familiar places, but you would have no reason to be there - you would have no purpose. You would simply exist.

JB: Is this Your way of cheering me up?

Soul: (laughing) Is it working?

JB: No. But I appreciate the words. It does help a little; even if what You say makes me feel like a useless brain.

Soul: Trust Me, you are most definitely not useless. If you would spend a bit more time synchronizing yourself to Me in meditation, the purpose and pleasures I have planned for us would be somewhat less surprising - and perhaps give you that peace you so long for.

"The Soul & The Brain"

Brain:

Okay. You can take me now. I am ready to go.

Soul:

Where should I take you?

Brain:

You know...to that place...that place people go after.

Soul:

After what?

Brain:

Good grief; after death. Now you're just being goofy.

Soul:

(Laughing) Just to be straight - you're a brain. A part of the physical realm; so you are not going anywhere. The problem is, you are speaking as if you are a Soul.

Brain:

I feel like I am making decisions like a Soul. But okay, I remember all of our previous conversations. I serve you and will decay and turn to whatever after the body is put to rest.

Soul:

Right. But for the sake of discussion. Where would I take you if you could go?

Brain:

You know; the place where Souls go...Heaven.

Soul:

(Chuckling)

Brain:

Why do you mock me?

Soul:

Heaven, you say? What makes you think you are not already there?

Brain:

Have you had a look around? This is NOT Heaven.

Soul:

On the one hand, you are right. But on another, you are not.

Brain:

Ahh brother. Okay. What?

Soul:

I will say it so that you can construct an image. The life you call a human physical experience is happening within a specific dimension; a sliver of All That Is. Let us just say that every moment has its own sliver.

Brain:

Every moment that has ever existed exists independently?

Soul:

Collectively independent, yes.

Brain:

Apparently you've never heard of oxy-morons. That would be an almost infinite amount of dimensional slivers.

Soul:

Yes.

Brain:

But how can the Universe contain all of those slivers from every being that has ever existed in the history of creation?

Soul:

Because there is no such thing as a Universe. That is merely the name humans have given to that which they have yet to fully understand.

Brain:

Huh?

Soul:

When something is given a name, it has been presumed that this named thing has borders and limitations - like a box. As if there is somewhere, no matter how large, that this thing must absolutely end since, something without end seems impossible to the human mind. Such a state of mind is taught, not inherited from Consciousness.

Brain:

But scientists say the Universe is expanding. So for something to expand, there must be a point by which they can measure how far it has moved since the last measurement.

Soul:

(Laughing) You're cute. The Universe, as you call it, is not expanding. It is shifting. The space around you is in a state of constant flux. It moves in and out; it breathes, if you will. It digests itself and gives birth of itself over and over again. Anything you notice as a space, emptiness or a void is really just Consciousness in a state of motion.

Brain:

But you said before, in another conversation, that you move into that which is not, and make it that which is. Wouldn't that be you moving into areas that are outside of You?

Soul:

Nothing is outside of Me. In fact, nothing is outside or inside of Me since there are no borders that would indicate where I stop or where I begin. Sometimes it is necessary to explain things in a way that the human mind can accept and understand. But after a while, it is important to move beyond that smaller comprehension.

Brain:

You're building blocks; or steps that lead to a larger view?

Soul:

Yes.

Brain:

But what you are saying means that every thought of every being, animal, human or other life form, would exist within its very own dimension. To me, at least, it is incomprehensible how large a space would have to be to contain all of this information.

Soul:

That is because you are thinking as if Consciousness is some sort of computer server or something - storing experiences in gigabits or terabits. I tell you this: no space is required for every single experience or thought to exist. Every single moment that has ever occurred, even where no beings are present, is a dimension. All That Is, Has Been, or Ever Will Be, exists at all times - and it exists freely without borders, restrictions, or conditions - and is accessible at all times.

Brain:

It simply exists?

Soul:

Yes. I am not a computer or a matrix. I am that I am and that is enough. I exist everywhere - and everywhere is really nowhere-in-particular. And when I say I, I mean all of us.

Brain:

But wait. If everything I have ever thought and done each has its own dimension, I would occupy an enormous space. 

Soul:

I see that you still cannot get beyond your physical perception of Who and What I am. So to go along with your ideology; yes, if you had a size to measure, you would be your own Universe complete with stars and galaxies. You would move throughout the All of Everything as if you were a person in a much larger community. Just like a person in a big city, you could move without ever touching another Universe, if that's what you chose. Or you could mingle and merge with other Universal Consciousness the same as you do when you are having a dinner party. Yes, you are enormous; yet, you are just a twinkle in the All of Everything.

Brain:

Okay. When a Soul moves on from the body, there is really no Heaven to go to. Is that what you're saying?

Soul:

I am saying, you Are the Heaven you seek. You are the Universe you observe. You are the glory you praise. You are the gift the Soul has given to Itself.

Brain:

So what really happens when the Soul leaves the body?

Soul:

When the Soul leaves the body, the Soul remains what It has always been. It does not change from one form to another since the Soul never became a body - the Soul merely manipulated parts of a physical dimension while remaining right where It has always been - in Its own dimension. Upon death, as you call it, the Soul simply turns Its focus from one dimension of the All to another. In a near-death-experience, this shift seems like a new place; but it is really just the Soul's old neighborhood, if you will.

Brain:

Hold on. Wait. I'm thinking. I have to recap. There is no Universe as we have been taught, just the limited perspective from one of infinite dimensions. Everything exists freely. The Soul is larger than a brain like me can comprehend. Did I get it right?

Soul:

More or less. But I never said you cannot comprehend it. You are comprehending it right now. You just cannot experience it. The experience of it is beyond what the realm of the physical can reproduce. That is because this dimension was designed that way. That is why Souls come here, so to speak; though this is not the only place Souls like to visit for experiences. Souls reach into other dimensions in order to feel what things are like there. In your case, it's the experience of being human. When a Soul is done with that, a shift occurs and the Soul refocuses, as it were. Your realm sees this as death; but the Consciousness, previously known as your Soul, never stops. It does multiple things at once. Visits multiple dimensions at once. Lives multiple lives at once. Think of the most amazing thing you think the Soul can do and multiply it by infinity. That is what the Soul is doing all of the time.

Brain:

All the time?

Soul:

Even while I am having this conversation with you.