I like to think of myself as a mathemagician and true scientist. To that, I think there is much more than what meets the eye.
There are many so-called “scientists” out there who come up with all kinds of nonsense, and they seem proud of their intellect and false reasoning. The one major fail that they make is the ignorance to the inner psychic life. The science of knowing oneself, truly.
Where does one come from? Where does one go? Sure, we can say these questions don’t matter because regardless of where we came from, we are here and that’s all we can know. But if you don’t know where you came from, then how do you know where you are going? Time and existence – this is a strange and elusive subject in itself for any scientist. One can say how something exists in a certain state because of this or that process or set of processes, but why does something exist at all? From what motivational spark and creative source does something come into existence at all? How does time turn, life begins and dies, etc. Certainly, we pride ourselves on our little history in our blink-of-an-eye-in-the-face-of-eternity lifespan, but who are we really?
These are questions that a fake scientist will never be able to account for — why? Because they will not find the answer in an outer science. How can one have a memory of a past life? It’s not in the brain, but yet one can, and I say this because I, being a scientist, have investigated things and been open to things inside of myself, inside my psyche. And this has led me to experience things that the ordinary person cannot dream of, inner states which are so magical and perfect that one couldn’t ask for anything more than to just simply exist in this state all the time. Granted, I do not live in these states all the time, and perhaps it is not for us to; I would not assume so at least. But I have been places and am open to new experience unexplainable by the pseudo-rational mind, and this is what life is about to me, knowing myself. Experience itself is the science. All the formulas in the world will not be able to explain why you exist, or tell you where you were before you were born, because trust me, you were somewhere. You have been in many forms before this one, and it is possible one day you will remember so.
I got to thinking about all of this and how to say what I want to say by means of some conversations on Facebook. One person, who I only know through his comments on a friend’s page and is always trying to be scientific, had made the assumption that surely extraterrestrials have not visited us because they would not be interested in us. Another person, who I also only know in the same way but was also trying to be scientific, had said that “some guy who claims to understand Einstein’s work” says that if a lifeform were to be so advanced for interstellar travel, they would most likely be hostile because they would see us like we see ants. How absolutely unscientific are both these assumptions?! I have met extraterrestrials out-of-body and I know other people who have met them OBE as well. I also know someone who has met them in person. And of all these people, there are a couple groups (from very different parts of the world) who see UFOs very regularly now.
Why them and not you? Well, they are part of a group whose sole purpose is to walk the path to inner knowledge. And in my experience (and theirs) that is why the extraterrestrials are here, to help us. When I spoke with them telepathically out of body, they were so clear and direct, their knowledge and direction didn’t seem to be governed by extraneous thoughts like ours are. In fact, they seemed slightly perturbed at something I had done which was not exactly from an intelligent inner state. So yeah, I think that’s why them and not most other people. They are trying, they are open, and they want to be True individuals, and so extraterrestrials want to help them/us, those of us who realize we need help from our idiocy.
The other thing that got me thinking about these things was commentary regarding Whitney Houston’s death. Sure, many people might overreact and glorify people. But the other side (the self-glorifying pseudo-scientists) has reacted in the way of glorifying all who die as a soldier of some country they respect. For instance, many of the top images on imgur.com for a couple days were badmouthing Houston and her drug addiction while glorifying what the majority seemed to agree were the “true heroes”: dead soldiers. Now, tell me, these users who would pride themselves so much on their infallible “science” would glorify people they don’t know just for dying in some useless war? So the scientist in me asks, what about the other side? Are they heroes too? If so, then what are all these so-called “heroes” doing killing each other? Or is someone only a hero if they’re dying for your side? And how exactly is it more noble to go kill people than to use your talent for making beautiful music? Which is more beneficial to an individual? Right, anyway, it just seems quite absurd that those who pride themselves in science are so far from what it actually means to be a scientist, and they will never know the truest heights of human knowledge and experience.
So, pseudoscientists, I hate to break it to you, but you’re missing out on the only source of true happiness, which comes from existing inwardly in absolute Truth and knowledge (or at least working toward that). Fools in love with themselves and full of tiresome “scientific” data, they will die knowing less than a child. They will bray like donkeys at the sound of Truth, calling it fallacy, and never knowing that they themselves are the wicked ones, further from Truth than they can ever imagine.
I’m not lying, nor am I stretching the Truth. I have seen and known so many things that the pseudoscientist likes to mock and spit on, but they are the ones at a loss. They are the ones who do not know anything at all. They are the ones who, when personality disappears at the end of the life, are left helpless and at the mercy of their ignorance until next time when maybe they will remember what it was like between lives and how mistakenly they had lived their lives.
Science and mathematics, ALL IS SCIENCE AND MATHEMATICS. Or, as Pythagoras might have said, “All is number.”
Sometimes I think, perhaps they will come around some day. Perhaps they will understand. Maybe I used to be like that. But no, actually, I was never like that.