detached.
detached from this world and from my physical form.
that describes exactly how i've felt for the previous 2 weeks. i look at the sky and horizon and see the curvature of the earth; everything seems so small.
all these people are so caught up in what goes on the physical realm, yet i've somehow detached myself, and can no longer produce "feelings" for anything in it.
i've not felt emotion since doing this. no sadness or happiness. no anger or fear. no fear, not even of death, which the only good that has come out of recent revelations. not that i've ever really feared death before.
but all the other effects have been negative. it's left me almost wanting to do nothing. i still do things, but when i do i'm just sort of going through the motions. i no longer see my body as my body, but rather as the earth-bound physical vehicle for something else. i've been thrust into this body and made to live here on this earth and enjoy it or suffer on it, yet by realizing this i'm no longer able to do so.
i no longer get caught up in earthly endeavors or pastimes or work or emotions or life, but i've yet to learn whether or not this is a "blessing" or a "curse."
i'm not even sure what brought all this about. was it reading more buddhist teachings? was it multitudes of internal dialog debating with myself the varying philosophies of death and dying as well as "right" and "wrong" between actions and behaviors produced through conscious interactions versus the actions and behaviors brought about by innate living? perhaps a large part is due to reading texts and watching television programs on space and galaxies and the universe and the search for life.
i'm not sure what brought this detachment about, nor do i know whether it will lead to a happiness on earth that i have yet to experience or to spending the rest of my life in an emotionless state, feeling nothing for nothing and noone.
weird.
detached from this world and from my physical form.
that describes exactly how i've felt for the previous 2 weeks. i look at the sky and horizon and see the curvature of the earth; everything seems so small.
all these people are so caught up in what goes on the physical realm, yet i've somehow detached myself, and can no longer produce "feelings" for anything in it.
i've not felt emotion since doing this. no sadness or happiness. no anger or fear. no fear, not even of death, which the only good that has come out of recent revelations. not that i've ever really feared death before.
but all the other effects have been negative. it's left me almost wanting to do nothing. i still do things, but when i do i'm just sort of going through the motions. i no longer see my body as my body, but rather as the earth-bound physical vehicle for something else. i've been thrust into this body and made to live here on this earth and enjoy it or suffer on it, yet by realizing this i'm no longer able to do so.
i no longer get caught up in earthly endeavors or pastimes or work or emotions or life, but i've yet to learn whether or not this is a "blessing" or a "curse."
i'm not even sure what brought all this about. was it reading more buddhist teachings? was it multitudes of internal dialog debating with myself the varying philosophies of death and dying as well as "right" and "wrong" between actions and behaviors produced through conscious interactions versus the actions and behaviors brought about by innate living? perhaps a large part is due to reading texts and watching television programs on space and galaxies and the universe and the search for life.
i'm not sure what brought this detachment about, nor do i know whether it will lead to a happiness on earth that i have yet to experience or to spending the rest of my life in an emotionless state, feeling nothing for nothing and noone.
weird.