DripplesDripples (drops n' ripples) attempts to invite a relook at our current definitions, at what we know and don't know, of our selves, at health and of life itself, and perhaps have a perspective that is new.
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I am a body of water. I became a human being from having moved through evolution from a unicellular organism in the primitive ocean of early Earth to my current land-based existence in various conditions of solid earth. Far from the water bodies sometimes, I always come to and need some form of water to sustain, because each of the cells in my body are almost 70% water and needs periodic replenishment to continue to be alive. I am, hence, still much like the original unicellular organism; just hardened on the outside. Even though my human form has come to be from having evolved through several other life forms, I was born to a mother at a point in time, and my birth at this point in time is new - a fresh "piece" of consciousness - a droplet of Consciousness born into the ocean of consciousness.
My waters get muddied from being through several experiences of living. Pleasant experiences render a flavor to my waters and so does unpleasant experiences. When faced with challenges, I engage with all the resources I have to get through the challenge I face, and become better than what I was previously or get precipitated with more particles "muddying" my waters some more. My waters clarify when I get in touch with my original waters, my tissues re-membering its content quality reminiscent of the droplet of Consciousness that I am as I was conceived fresh, untainted by the reality of current circumstances. As I remember more, I remember the original primordial waters of Consciousness from which came forth all that there is. In the lightness of my waters from having remembered my original waters, the residues and particles precipitated from my various experiences of living can just be and in time would settle to the bottom of my water body in the waters still from the remembrance, which in time would get transmutated or recycled into the material with which All That There Is is made, and I can breathe my breath of life and be born again.
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AuthorMy name is Bitha Sadanandan. I am a person behind MITI World but this blog is my 'look what I found' pin-up kind of wall developed for a purpose mentioned in the Blog Header. Some things just need to be said, even if an idea only you are crazy enough to have! {Volcanoes are the reason why I voice my thoughts here; a healthy steam-engine keeps the environment life-sustainable.} Categories
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