I am the body.
I am not the lives which have taken up residence within.
I house and I serve, then I go back to where I came from.
While I am on, I claim many things. My biggest claim to fame is to be “LIVING”.
Every thousand years or so we look at our claims and realize that they are irrational, self-serving, weak, physical and lacking truth.
I know my shear nature in physicality negates my claims to “LIFE”.
I know that breathing, eating, hydrating, sweating, urinating and defecating, prove a lack of “LIFE” or lack of ownership thereof, but still I claim the “I”; I claim “TO BE”.
I am the body and if I were truly “ALIVE”, you could cut me in half an “I” would “LIVE”.
I am an aware, self-aware form, replicated and put into service by my parental forms.
Once I am here I am stuck, in place and in service to what ever “Lives” have taken up residence within me.
I was not built with a door or a gate.
I have no idea how many generations of “Life” dwell within.
All I know for certain is, it is not just one.
I know that my perception about being “ALIVE” currently, is what denies me everlasting “LIFE” eternally, for a form, which already perceives itself to be “LIVING”, will never ask for “LIFE” unto itself and will return to the soil depleted of any “life” that it did hold.
I speak for the body.
“WHO” “Lives” here?
“WHO” are “my” tenants?
How long are “They” going to be here for?
Are “They” going to leave me with my own “Life”?
If not, I have to find another way “TO BE”.
If I am going to claim to be “LIVING”, it would be nice to know that “I AM”.
With all the knowledge I have been given, I still hesitate to ask <GOD> for “LIFE”, because I am afraid of not being what I am.
A fear so strong, it will create a hesitation which could cost me a shot a “LIFE” everlasting.
Could you imagine choosing to be a dead or dormant “life” form over being “ALIVE”.
We should try, because this is exactly what we are doing and this will not only negate any future “LIFE” for us, but will doom us to serve the “Lives”, which dwell within.
To continue to serve as a slave to the “Life” which dwells within, but I know why “They” came and it is not a nice thing to do.
“They” come into the form old and “They” leave young, stripping and extracting all the “life” that I am; taking all the “LIFE”, which I was a part of, so that I go back to “my” “GOD” or “my” LIFE” line, with no “life”.
Nothing to give back to “my” “GOD”.
I know it sounds awful, to ask; what about me, but, what about me?
What does the body get out of all of this?
“They” take everything and then just leave.
I know this sounds like an awful way to perceive our existence, but if we do not shift our perceptions out of the physical parameters that have been programmed in over the last thousand years, we are going to get harvested and churned back up into the soil.
Which is fine, but what if we could have “LIFE” and did not know it because all of the bodies were afraid to broach the subject of being dead?
I know it is hard to imagine, but so was the earth being round.
Movement does not constitute “LIFE”.