Risen
Jedi Council Member
I decided to post this in baked noodles since it would probably get moved here anyway. First I was going to post in "What's on your mind"
I have had a strange, recurring impression for several years that I am dead and don't know it yet. I don't mean dead in a spiritual sense, actually DEAD. At times I am almost certain that I have died but I don't know exactly when. I even imagine that other beings here know and are not allowed to tell me for some reason. It seems like some feel empathy and try to give hints and some think it's funny that I don't know. Everyone I know seems greatly changed and I even think they may be impostors (pretending to be people I know). I wonder if I am in some sort of hell. At first I was terrified, but now I'm sort of getting used to it and am willing to accept and go on with this new situation. I considered that I may have an attachment that feels like this or that I am a walk-in or something (or insane). But what seems really true is that I was alive somewhere else, better than here, and something happened and now I am here. Being "here", to me, feels like being dead. Kind of like a "light hell", limbo, or purgatory. It was because of these ideas that I went searching for answers on the net and found "the work". Originally on the Montalk site, which I became disenchanted with but at least I am grateful I found out about Ouspensky and "The Fourth Way" there. Trying to self-remember and to do the work has been the turning point in my "recovery". I have spent lifetimes searching and have come here from a much different path than most here, none the less, here I am and I am gratefull for the opportunity to read and learn. I am reluctant to post because , even though I understand the material, I have difficulty expressing myself well in writing.
I have had a strange, recurring impression for several years that I am dead and don't know it yet. I don't mean dead in a spiritual sense, actually DEAD. At times I am almost certain that I have died but I don't know exactly when. I even imagine that other beings here know and are not allowed to tell me for some reason. It seems like some feel empathy and try to give hints and some think it's funny that I don't know. Everyone I know seems greatly changed and I even think they may be impostors (pretending to be people I know). I wonder if I am in some sort of hell. At first I was terrified, but now I'm sort of getting used to it and am willing to accept and go on with this new situation. I considered that I may have an attachment that feels like this or that I am a walk-in or something (or insane). But what seems really true is that I was alive somewhere else, better than here, and something happened and now I am here. Being "here", to me, feels like being dead. Kind of like a "light hell", limbo, or purgatory. It was because of these ideas that I went searching for answers on the net and found "the work". Originally on the Montalk site, which I became disenchanted with but at least I am grateful I found out about Ouspensky and "The Fourth Way" there. Trying to self-remember and to do the work has been the turning point in my "recovery". I have spent lifetimes searching and have come here from a much different path than most here, none the less, here I am and I am gratefull for the opportunity to read and learn. I am reluctant to post because , even though I understand the material, I have difficulty expressing myself well in writing.