The Followers & The Challengers

12 May 2018 Saturday 3:55pm

“Dear Neale…I have been wondering about the role of personality in the mechanics of the mind and system of the soul. I observe that some people have personalities that seem to make it easier for them to operate successfully in our culture — i.e. follow rules and religious doctrine while others are challenging rules and not accepting of structures that govern and make the rules. Can you discuss the role of personality?”

This was on Neale’s website. Neale wrote an explanation but it’s sort of complicated for my kind of intellect.

What is your kind of intellect?

Um…I’m simple? I’m of a simple intellect.

No, dear. You wouldn’t have come as far as you have with just a simple intellect. The soul is simple but complex.

But I just said that Neale’s reply to the query was complicated. And now you’re saying my intellect is simple but complex. If I was also complex then I would have understood what Neale was talking about.

I said the soul is simple and complex. The soul knows no rules. I’m sure you’ll agree with me when I say that rules make life complicated. Therefore the soul is simple because the soul is free. The soul is also complex because the soul knows everything. The knowing of everything is immense, to say the least. And isn’t the soul life? Isn’t life complex? Therefore the soul is also complex. Now, let me ask you – do you always know exactly what your soul is up to?

No.

Why do you think that is so?

At first, I think I know what I’m doing because I’m thinking of the conscious purpose of what I’m doing while I’m doing whatever it is I’m doing. But later on, I’ll realise that what I was doing had a different purpose altogether. It was a subconscious or even superconscious purpose – the purpose of the soul. Does that make sense?

Read it again – what you just wrote. Does it make sense to you?

Yeah, it makes sense.

You have just created a simple explanation of something complex such as what the soul is up to. The soul is me. The soul is capable of anything. In your world, the body, mind and soul have to act as one in order for you to experience your life agenda. It is these acts which are the physical evidence or components of your personality. Your personality is actually what others observe of you. When others see you act out kindness, they will say you have a kind personality. When they see you act out gratitude, they will say you are thankful or polite. When they see that you’re a forgiving person, they will say you have a generous or tolerant personality. When they see you act out violence, they will say you have a violent personality.

Woah! That was quite a leap there. From kindness to gratitude to forgiving to generous, then bam – violent! C’mon, you gotta ease me into it, God. Maybe put in anger or resentment, or piqued in there somewhere before we jump into violence.

My apologies. But you must agree, dear one, that violence in your world does show up violently out of nowhere sometimes.

I agree. Anyway, we haven’t really discussed the real query – what’s the role of one’s personality in connection with one’s mind and soul? And why are there personalities who prefer to practice religious beliefs & doctrines as compared to those that challenge them?

Let me quote the exact words used because they are key in explaining exactly what the topic is about – which is about personality. The exact words are “some people have personalities that seem to make it easier for them to operate successfully in your culture — i.e. follow rules and religious doctrine while others are challenging rules and not accepting of structures that govern and make the rules.” Do you know of any personalities who are examples of the first group of people mentioned? Let’s call them the Easy Followers.

Um…

Never mind. It doesn’t matter. How about the other group of people? Let’s call them Challengers.

Yeah. Neale and his friends, I guess.

Are you one of Neale’s friends?

I like to think so.

He does too. So do you call yourself one of The Challengers?

Like yeah.

Have you always had a personality that is a trait of being a challenger?

Nope. I’ve only just recently become a challenger. Like about 5 years ago. That was when I realised my life purpose. Before that, I would have called myself an Easy Follower because at that time I was operating by following rules and religious doctrines.

You forgot the word “successfully” in there somewhere – operating successfully by following rules.

I don’t think so.

Fair enough. So to get back to the query: What role does personality play in being Easy Followers or in being Challengers?

I’m not sure. But I think one can already deduce by what we call each group. Which I think is not very nice of us to do so.

Do what, dear?

You know, call people names by their personalities.

What do you think the names mean?

One name may mean that the personality of the person prefers to follow rules because it’s easier – easy life. While the other is not so easy – a challenging life.

Don’t you consider yourself one of the Challengers?

Yes.

Is your life challenging at the moment?

At this very moment, yes! This conversation we’re having is really tough! I’m afraid of offending someone.

You, afraid?

Always.

But tough?

I try.

Would you consider the role of your personality as being afraid and being tough when it concerns the “mechanics of the mind” and the “system of the soul”?

I suppose so. Being afraid is of the mind. Being tough is of the soul. Afraid and tough – that’s an odd personality combination, though.

Not really. Love and fear go hand in hand in your world.

For now.

Yes, dear. For now.

Buried Opportunities

6 April 2018 Friday 10:58pm

“Ever been to a cemetery? How many lost opportunities do you think are buried there?”

I’m having trouble with the cemetery tweet, God. So are you saying that opportunities that we let go or ignore will be buried with us?

When you’re given a compliment, what do you say?

I’ll say thank you.

Which means that by saying thank you, you accepted the compliment which are spoken words – which then becomes a thought in your head.

You can put it that way, yes. So what’s that got to do with buried opportunities?

Opportunities are thoughts, are they not?

Yes.

So when you turn down or ignore an opportunity, the thought of that opportunity has already occupied a space in your head. Shall we put it that way?

Yes, we can put it that way.

So what happens when you are offered many opportunities in your lifetime? What do you think happens?

I suppose the thoughts about them will occupy a lot of space in my head. Can we cut to the chase, please? Just tell me why opportunities are buried with us when we die.

Your soul is invisible. Your thoughts are invisible. So what do you think your soul is made of?

My soul is made up of thoughts?

Actually, your soul is made up of feelings which it turns into thoughts. You turn thoughts into words, which you then turn into actions.

Okay, I get it. The soul may be made up of thoughts of lost opportunities. But the soul doesn’t die with the physical body. The soul returns to you. The body just deteriorates and disappears into the earth. Definitely there are no lost thoughts of opportunities disappearing into the earth. Um..Are there?

All of a sudden you’re not sure?

I was before. But this beating around the bush is making me confused. So I’m beginning to doubt myself.

Exactly.

That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say? Exactly? I still don’t understand our tweet. How can opportunities be buried with us when we die? I’m back where we started.

Exactly.

*sigh* Never mind.

The Missing Shoes – A Dream

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(From my chronicles – I still remember this dream like it was yesterday…)

18 August 2013 Sunday

I had a dream this morning. I was lost in a building – trying to find my way out. I was wearing a dark business suit – tailored shirt, jacket and trousers. I was walking around when I finally came to some glass panels with sliding doors. I went through and found myself looking down some stairs. There was a chain blocking it. I stepped over the chain and was about to take a step when I hesitated. It looked so steep! I was afraid I’d miss a step and fall.

I looked around and noticed a couple of escalators on the far side. I thought, That’ll be a lot easier and not so scary. I stepped back over the chain and went back through the sliding glass doors. I felt something on my head. I flicked it away with my hand and whatever it was fell to the floor. I glanced at it and saw that it was the chain from the steps. It got caught in my hair.

As I came to the glass entrance to the escalators, I noticed the escalators weren’t moving – Oh no, they’re out of order. I looked around and noticed a lady behind me. I was near the entrance doors of a theatre hall. She was the usher. She signaled to me – pointing to the sensors to make the escalator move. There was a green button at the side. But she came forward instead and touched it, signaling for me to step forward. I did and as the escalator started moving down I sensed the glass doors closing when she went back in. I looked back and saw the usher signalling to me again – I left my shoes behind! I looked down – I was barefoot. Never mind, I’ll go back. I turned as soon as I reached the bottom and rode the other escalator going back up. But when I reached the top, it was a totally different place.

This time there were two ladies nearby who looked like they were ushers as well. I asked them for directions to the entrance of the theatre hall that I came from. They said I have to go through their theatre halls to get back there. But if I didn’t want to be noticed by the cinema patrons, they said I should go through the one that was empty. I’m not afraid of people – so I said, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. And the movie hasn’t started anyway.”

As I went through the doors, I noticed it wasn’t a theatre at all but a classroom where some children were preparing for their lessons. As I walked towards the far corner, looking for the exit, one of the little girls called out to me, “You’re not supposed to be here! ” I said, “It’s okay, I’m just passing through.” I found the exit door and left.

Instead of finding myself at the place where I left my shoes, I found myself outside on the ground floor of the building. It was raining and I was still barefoot. There were a lot of people walking around. The place looked like it was a business area.

I thought I better take a bus back to where I came from to retrieve my shoes. The ride was a lot quicker than I thought and when I alighted I noticed I was the only passenger. The bus brought me to a hotel in a shopping mall. I decided I might as well just buy a new pair of shoes.

I found a shop that sold shoes that seemed reasonably priced. I took a pair of sandals from those that were displayed – checking the size. It was a size 5. I needed a 5 and a half or a 6. I requested the sizes from the young sales lady. I thought, How weird – she should be at the beach in that bikini she was wearing. Anyway, she did bring me a pair that was the right size but when I asked her how much it was – I thought the price was way too expensive for my budget. I told her I only had a few dollars in my bag. When I took out my wallet, I was surprised to find it contained different currencies from all over the world. The sales lady remarked, “Oh yes, we have plenty of those scam cases at this hotel.” Another lady customer agreed with her.

I felt disheartened. And I was still barefoot.

Then I woke up.