Hi Cyn,

I agree, however, on many occasions Seth spoke about this being the time for our race to evolve in a manner that our communications between our inner self and ego self are enhanced. That is my life long goal; I guess not being in a big hurry does have advantages...

Hi there Jeffrey ! .I had the funny/silly thought that your desire to " know " is a bit like the "1st creative dilemma ". Of course i have just finished reading Linda Dahls next installment on her explaination of the three creative dilemmas on Seth Talk SNI. Anyway , as "All That Is " materialises its creations the more it realises there is to create and materialise and so it can never completely materialise. With you the more you know the more you see there is to know and you will never completely know. ( sorry , that was said with love ) Personally i am not too worried about knowing stuff. With me, my experience of the 1st creative dilemma is in a beautiful , beautiful , breathtakingly beautiful lakeside garden near my house that i work in for free and for fun in my spare time.I have so many ideas for this garden all bursting to get out that it is almost frustrating. Especially today cuz its freezing cold and pouring with rain ! ! Grrr

Hi Cara,

I think that your funny/silly thought was quite insightful! So we can extend the 1st dilemma to include struggles to completely understand when we can’t completely understand, since understanding of itself results in actions that lead us to new inquiries.

Thanks!!!

Apropos communication between the inner and outer ego.

I was at school grading papers. Several times, I heard the mentally-voiced word 'bardo'. Although it was mentally-voiced, it was very intrusive and left me wondering what it meant. I even thought it might refer to some form of shaving cream (barbasol?)!

I broke down and looked it up online and found that it was the Tibetan word for the state of the soul immediately after death. Although I don't think I'd known the word before, my inner ego must have known I'd google it. When I got home that evening, I got the news that my father had died that day.

One of my favourites.

Love,
Mike.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.


"Throughout the years, this poem has appeared in many places and in many forms. The original was written in 1942 by Baltimorean Mary Frye on the back of a brown paper bag. Frye wrote the poem for a friend whose mother had died in Germany; the daughter had been unable to attend the funeral because of World War II."