Arjuna: “Govinda, I will not fight.”
Krishna: “Do thou fight for the sake of fighting, without considering happiness or unhappiness, loss or gain, victory or defeat, and by so doing, you shall never incur sin.” – Bhagavad Gita,
The Jewish religions, that is, Christianity and Islam, both of which, it cannot be denied, sprang from Jewish teachings, postulate a paradisical afterlife where the faithful, long-suffering disciple or servant will spend a blissful, supernal eternity. Krishna tells us, in the Bhagavad Gita, obliquely, of “spiritual planets” that can be ascended to upon death, if one meditates upon him at the hour of death. I have heard from Mahayana Buddhists that, like the Deists, they do not believe in a personal God-i.e. a God that actually cares. Gnostics and mystics similarly seem to agree upon the wretched, fallen nature of a material world that True Divinity cannot have any part of; hence, this world was crafted by a demonic, schizophrenic alter-ego; and this was identified by the Gnostics as the Yahweh God of the ancient Israelites. The Nag Hammadi scrolls reference the Archons, the stark, demonic entities that are also called Djinn by the Sufi mystics of Islam; and also demons in other tongues, as the purveyors of the “illusion” of this world. Noting that “they cannot create,” but only manipulate reality, they must, indeed, have a special fascination with a divinely-enlightened monkey, who voids his bowels in a most unseemly fashion, who sweats, stinks, sickens and dies, whatever beauty he possessing having faded, long ago, at the hour of his death; a being whose major accomplishment is the creation of thermonuclear warheads to annihilate himself and his wretched “civilization”; a being who can always justify its own actions to itself, no matter how, pointless, hypocritical, self-destructive or absurd. A curious state of affairs.
There is a school of thought, I believe it’s called Gnosticism, wherein the God of this decaying, dying material plane is seen as mad, and we, the individuated conscious monads are trapped, as it were, in his nightmare. The True God, being perfect, CANNOT have any intercession with the material plane, as that God is in a state of perfection beyond the material. Until we find the enlightenment of transcendent knowingness, we cannot, as it were, “Go Back to Godhead.” Until then, we continue, as Buddha said, “to reenter the womb,” to stay mired in physical reality, which is the stuff that, cyclically. always sickens, decays and dies. The world of Maya, the Illusion.
One of the watershed moments for me in life was when I realized I had dreamed the exact images of a movie before I had ever actually seen it. Say what you want about that, but it always stuck with me through the years. I fell asleep one night, and witnessed what I can only describe as a scene of horror, hundreds of people screaming in a hell-like agony, and marching into the mouth of some hideous metal demon. The last I remember was an onlooker below them crying out in terror, just before seeing his back disappear through a set of heavy iron double doors. Later, while visiting relatives, an uncle brought a videotape of an old silent film for my other uncle, because he was an enthusiast for the Roaring Twenties. This was maybe 1988 or 89, so VHS cassettes were in use. As I was watching it, it was then that I realized that the thing I had dreamed was, in po0int of fact, the EXACT visual images from the “Moloch” machine explosion scene from the beginning of Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” (1927).
George Fox, the esteemed Quaker visionary, once met Cromwell while out riding. In a burst of vision, he exclaimed that, “I smell the stench of death about you!” As bizarre as this seemed to Cromwell, it turned out to be prescient, as Cromwell died a few weeks later, on Sept 3, 1658.
Certain death portents include the stopping of clocks, raps on the door whe no one is there, pictures falling mysteriously from the wall, and raps on the headboard.
Socialist reformer W.T. Stead was fascinated by spiritualism and psychic phenomena, so much so that when a medium told him he must not, under any circumstances, travel by sea, he went and booked passage aboard an ocean liner for her maiden voyage.
He died aboard the Titanic, April 15, 1912.