“All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players”

Am sure everyone realizes that the title is a Shakespeare quote 😀

Or maybe a better analogy is:

We exist in this huge holodeck?

I used this analogy last century long before “The Matrix” came out :

Understandable that I received numerous phone calls telling me to watch this movie.

(just realized that The Matrix came out more than 20 years ago — am definitely old –feels-like yesterday)

The idea wasn’t an original one:

It came from Star Trek Next Generation:

Season six “Ship In A Bottle”.

I also know that if we don’t have a concept for something it doesn’t exist for us.

I presume that most humans search for a meaning to life.

I don’t know the answer:

I’m clairvoyant not omniscient: 😛

(and my concept of reality is limited by my programming)

I would love to adhere to Ahimsa:

but it is impossible in this holodeck.

I believe everything survives what we call death:

It has nothing to do with a god concept:

I asked “clairvoyantly” ( of my guides)

about life and death:

I was “asked” “Can you conceptualize no linear time”

When I answered “NO”

I was told that “they” couldn’t explain.

The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work.

I was a student nurse in an institution for people with an intellectual disability

We later were re-classified:

The “powers that be” finally realized that people with an intellectual disability are not sick.

 I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse.

 We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.

 Kym was six feet tall and rather heavy set and had longish blonde hair.

 A man (deceased) flashed in

 (When I “see” or “hear” they flash in a fraction of a second as if they are out of phase.)

 He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides haircut and dark hair.

 I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer.

 I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

 I did not know.

 After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle, whom I could no longer “see”, what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was “sclerosis”.

 Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it must be multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis.

 I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

 Kym said “Get more”!

 I informed him that I couldn’t.

 But I “saw” panama hats and monkeys.

 I said “He was a missionary in South America”

 Kym said “Yes”.

I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea.

Kym told me this wasn’t so.

When Kym came to work the next day, he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea.

This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kym’s mind.


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