The Body of Life
Scribed by Rev. Devan Jesse Byrne on Thursday, November 12, 2009
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Last Saturday we took a trip to Philadelphia with our Hosts Lynn and Brad, and his daughter Amber. We went to a showing of Body works exhibit, with an emphasis of the brain. I delt with allot of dead bodies and muscels when I was going to Massage therapy school, before 'A Course in Miracles' came into my life. Before I remember it was a bit strange to look and relate with the bodies and easily get sick over it. I was amazed, first that it did not bother me quite as much as it use to, and second it still did in different ways. It was a wonderful time of watching the mind, and all the emotion that do come up. There where bodies in many different positions, showing the muscles and origins, all cut up in different was showing all the body. There was a wonderful exhibit of little fetuses at different stages of a birth. I noticed the emotions coming up to the serfice regarding the memories of my son and his premature birth, and how he was so tiny and looked so much like the baby bodies there. I easily wanted to cry and morn over the loss, as I have many times. But instantly as I start to choose to morn, I strongly remember the mind. There is no loss when there is one, it only seems that form passes, and changes or even re-incarnates, or not. All these images of mind twinkling past like clouds.
There is such a strong belief that it is true, that we are bodies, that we are these shadows and forms in a formless word. We grab on to other shadows and create this sort of bond between, packing to be emotionally attached to each other over other shadows, as if the sacrifice of all the other shadow's love, makes the love for this one shadow greater.
Could what we be, be contained in a body? Saying we live, and we die. Disappearing from existence when the body seems to pass. When the brain goes, where do you go? Are you a brain?
(Did not finish, posting it anyway)
Last Saturday we took a trip to Philadelphia with our Hosts Lynn and Brad, and his daughter Amber. We went to a showing of Body works exhibit, with an emphasis of the brain. I delt with allot of dead bodies and muscels when I was going to Massage therapy school, before 'A Course in Miracles' came into my life. Before I remember it was a bit strange to look and relate with the bodies and easily get sick over it. I was amazed, first that it did not bother me quite as much as it use to, and second it still did in different ways. It was a wonderful time of watching the mind, and all the emotion that do come up. There where bodies in many different positions, showing the muscles and origins, all cut up in different was showing all the body. There was a wonderful exhibit of little fetuses at different stages of a birth. I noticed the emotions coming up to the serfice regarding the memories of my son and his premature birth, and how he was so tiny and looked so much like the baby bodies there. I easily wanted to cry and morn over the loss, as I have many times. But instantly as I start to choose to morn, I strongly remember the mind. There is no loss when there is one, it only seems that form passes, and changes or even re-incarnates, or not. All these images of mind twinkling past like clouds.
There is such a strong belief that it is true, that we are bodies, that we are these shadows and forms in a formless word. We grab on to other shadows and create this sort of bond between, packing to be emotionally attached to each other over other shadows, as if the sacrifice of all the other shadow's love, makes the love for this one shadow greater.
Could what we be, be contained in a body? Saying we live, and we die. Disappearing from existence when the body seems to pass. When the brain goes, where do you go? Are you a brain?
(Did not finish, posting it anyway)
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