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[Eckhart Aurelius Hughes]

This is a post that relates to and elaborates on my poem, What Grace Means to Me.

Here are some new lines that I would include if I was to re-write that poem today:

To forgive, but not forget.

To predict, but never expect.

To observe, but never judge.

To notice, but never hate.

That is grace.

It is coherence with that which lives but never dies.

It is coherence with the timeless unchanging singular spirit that, transcends the illusion of time and weaves like a thread through all the different forms and outfits from one spot or day to the next, weaving through what you call the future and the past, weaving through what you call the distant and the near, weaving not only through all of reality but also thereby being the very fabric of that reality itself, being the reality itself, the single thing that is everything.

It is coherence with that which unconditionally flows and shines in, from, and upon all things equally without discrimination.


The opposite is to judge and thereby be judged. It is to look into the mirror that is the seemingly outer world and hate it, and therefore be hated by it. It is to fight the unchangeable and thereby be fought by it. It is to imagine fictional demons, fight them, and thereby be tortured and tormented by them. It is to live inexorably in heaven but hallucinate hellishness and suffer accordingly. It is like having a would-be lucid dream turn into a non-lucid nightmare of your own creation. A nightmare doesn't need to be real for you to suffer within it, even though you are the god of that dream and thus of that nightmare, whether you realize it or not. Just because you are the hidden puppet-master pulling the strings on the fictional phantoms you invented to torture you doesn't mean their torture of you is any less torturous.

As my book says, spiritual slavery is inherently an illusion, but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel miserable even though ultimately you are doing it to yourself and can stop any time you wish.

In a sense, you are always self-disciplined (a.k.a. spiritually free and in 100% control of your choices). But many find comfort in the hellish illusion that they are truly out of control. "I don't choose to engage in judgementalism and hate," they might say; "I judgmentally hate because there really are hate-worthy things in actual true reality. It's not my fault the real world is hate-worthy and filled with evil things that deserve to be hated! How dare anyone suggest I stop hating these evil demons torturing me and innocent others--others who really exist and aren't just more of me!"

When looking at the behavior of some people you can more easily see the comfort they may get from adding the delusion of out-of-controlness to their imaginary nightmare, such as an alcoholic truly believing the words, "I must drink; I cannot stop," or a food addict or gambling addict saying, "I had a bad day, so I need comfort; I must eat and gamble." How much do they truly believe these incoherent impossible lies? It's impossible to say. But they suffer from their imaginary made-up nightmare nonetheless, for as long as they continue to choose to.

You can imagine a sleeping person having a fictional nightmare, and when confronted with the suggestion by a dream character that they are dreaming they become upset by even the mere suggestion of the true idea that they are actually dreaming and actually have god-like control over the dream. You can see there is a level of comfort in pretending they aren't their own torturer. Ignorance is bliss, some say. Many people don't want to wake up to the lucidity of truth, but would rather continue to suffer in the delusion that is their non-lucid nightmare. While suffering from the torture of their other imaginary demons and lies, they find comfort in the additional lie that the demons are real, that the nightmare is real.

That is the opposite of grace.

And it is okay.

It's beautiful, in fact, in it's own way.

To each their own. In this most heavenly of heavens in which we all inexorably exist, even the hell-wishers get their wish. And there's nothing wrong with that. I would not even judge the judgers, nor hate the haters. My daughter loves horror movies; some people don't like them and don't choose to watch them. To each their own. If some people choose to use their god-like power to make their dream into an imaginary nightmare and thereby suffer under the torture of their fictional phantoms, then so be it. That is part of the beauty of this heaven that is infinite life and true reality itself.

But one day, in one form or another, they will wake up from their nightmare by becoming lucid and thus turning it into a lucid dream. Then they will laugh at the playful silliness of it all.

Imagine thinking you are a human stuck in busy traffic late to work so stressed and filled with road rage, and then suddenly you wake up and realize humans don't even exist. You were just playing an engrossing VR-game on a non-human alien's version of PlayStation or Oculus, a video game system 100x more powerful than our current ones in this little world of anxious rushing humans. Maybe the title of the game was "Get to Work Before the Clock Runs Out". When the level is over, will the alien playing your character get an all-time high score or throw his headset on the ground in frustration?

Imagine being so hatefully angry at your evil cheating spouse that you sadistically murder that spouse, only to shortly after watch your bloody hands evaporate and fade away, to realize you never even had a spouse. It was just a nightmare. It was never real. You made it all up in your head.

A graceful person would never commit that kind of murder, nor engage in hate or resentment or judgementalism of any kind, nor any behavior or action that would be motivated by such a thing. They don't do it in their sleeping dreams at night, and they don't do it in this waking dream we mistakenly call real life. That's because the graceful person is already lucid. They can't have a nightmare like that because they are having a lucid dream. They are too lucid. It's hard if not impossible to hate imaginary phantoms when you know they are imaginary.

My book proves that human beings don't really exist, not in the most absolute sense. More importantly, my book proves that you are not human, not in terms of the real you. In the most absolute sense, time is not real, and thus neither is anything temporal, nor is anything that exists in the fiction of time or tin he fiction of space and under the illusion of any other dualism including the dualism of self vs other.

Humans are born, and humans die. Humans see themselves as existing in a reality with space and time, but neither that reality, nor that space, nor that time are real, not anymore than a dream you have at night is real.

Yes, even a consciously dreamt dream has a type of reality, however relative or indirect. Humans--and their made-up fictional Newtonian worlds of space and time--can be real in that way that a dream can be real, at least insofar as that dream is consciously dreamt.

But what's really most real in that situation is the conscious experience of the fiction, not the fiction itself.

Without the real you, the would-be humans--meaning hypothetical philosophical zombies--are like the proverbial tree that falls in a forest with nobody around to hear it. Does it really exist? Well, it depends what you mean by real, but in the strictest most absolute sense, my book proves our answer must be no. If you dream about a tree falling, and you wake up right before makes a sound, does it still make that sound?

Spirit sees itself through its infinite diverse fictional dreamy forms, but in a way the forms are never real, not in the way the spirit is real.

That fictional thing you see in the mirror is mortal, but the real spirit seeing it is not.

That fictional thing you see in the mirror changes, but the real spirit seeing it does not.

That fictional thing you see in the mirror is not real in the most absolute unchanging sense of timeless unchanging reality, but the spirit seeing it is.

That seemingly ever-changing fictional character you see in the mirror can die, but the spirit seeing it cannot.

Even space and time are but illusions. They are fictional aspects of one of the infinite dreams that the real timeless you is experiencing, throughout all of the vast pseudo-reaches of timeless spaceless true reality.

With the proverbial fingers of your spirit, you can touch the edge of cosmos, and poke right through it.

I've heard it said that life is a curtain that hides the divine.

You might find yourself feeling much like Truman, when he walks through a door in the sky to glimpse into a world realer than his own.


With love,
Eckhart Aurelius Hughes
a.k.a. Scott

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