Death of the Body and the Great Harvest

Photo by Croix Gagnon and Frank Schott

What if...

...one of the purposes of this virtual playground is to create new souls and help them evolve to their highest potential before "harvesting" them to use them to seed new planets outside of the game in the real world?

What if our "Father" is like a seahorse but actually more of an energetic hermaphrodite who gives birth to billions of eggs? What if those eggs look like "life on planet Earth" and the energy goes from one thing to another to another until it becomes human? What if the human is the ultimate egg where our guides work hard to help us develop into the best versions we can be?

I believe fully that the human body and character we perform isn't a real girl or boy until the body dies. The body has it's own consciousness separate from all the drivers who take turns driving and all the passengers who are there to develop themselves by helping us develop.

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I have had so many people traipsing through me internally, you would think someone is giving guided tours of me.

"Over here you can see heart damage from past life trauma. This is where her accumulated baggage used to be but it has recently been discarded and is now in a virtual museum for others to view."

There are all of these other personas who have had a hand in helping the Oktobre character come to the place she currently is in gestation. But here is the thing, thousands of people could perform her role throughout her lifetime and Oktobre might have never known. The character, Oktobre, doesn't usually feel much different as they come and go which changes the mix that is in the bowl. The only signs are subtle changes like suddenly starting to crave slightly sweet things when she never cared for sweet anything before. Maybe one day she notices that nudity in art makes her feel uncomfortable when before she just thought it beautiful and felt no discomfort at all.

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A good portion of who she is and what she feels mostly stays the same. Maybe gradual changes take place as different drivers help her grow, but for the most part, the character has a specific flavor unique to her.

Knowing that these different people are inside helping steer the ship makes me stop sometimes and think, "But what about Oktobre? What about what she wants and deserves?"

When I went on a crazy Scooby Doo adventure regarding Kurt's murder, I stopped and said, "You guys had your opportunity at a life and you fucked it up. Oktobre needs to have her life and she was never a junkie because she made different choices. She isn't perfect, but she needs a chance to live HER life and not the unfinished business of people who died  young."

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The truth is, she is still growing inside the womb that is the body. When she is her most miserable, they can leave but she would remain in her state of misery and unhappiness. It is cruel to make her remain when they can all leave when it gets too much.

When the body dies, the consciousness that belongs to the body and character is born into being. The character we perform is the most important child we will give birth to, so how we help them develop internally is the most important job we have.

When someone dies too soon and too young, they would be considered preemies because their character hadn't been given time to fully develop. The gestation period was cut short for whatever reason. As is the case with some of the smaller preemies, those born too soon to the other side can be placed into an incubator in order to more fully develop. The incubator they can be placed in is us. We can act as a surrogate body and jointly help them grow with us. Maybe you never even notice and maybe you create a beautiful symbiotic relationship with your preemie you carry with you. When the host body dies, all are born or born again one could say.

In the Christian Bible in the book of Revelation, a great harvest is described. I believe fully that this is the time the souls that have been born into being within this virtual world will be taken and harvested in order to seed new worlds with energy forms that have already reached a point of evolution where we won't destroy our world and self destruct. Souls that haven't reached that point will not be taken, but will remain, the reality reset and they will have to start over until they get to the point of evolution they need to be in order to not be a danger to themselves and others.

Death really is birth.

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When you fully understand this, you cannot be afraid of death. What you should concern yourself with is, "Have I grown and developed this character to its fullest potential?"

Have you become heart centered?
Are you authentic?
Do you communicate constructively and effectively?
Do you understand there aren't any sides to take?
Have you taken the journey back to self?
Do you take full responsibility for yourself and the reality you create with your own thoughts?
Do you regularly use the golden rule to navigate your actions toward others?
Do you see each challenge as an opportunity to learn something?

There is a lot we can do to grow and expand but there isn't a lot of time left before the great harvest happens.

Are you ready?

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Revelation 14:14-16¹⁴And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. ¹⁵ And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe. ¹⁶ And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped.

Revelation 14:17-20¹⁷And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle. ¹⁸ And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe. ¹⁹ And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God. ²⁰ And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.