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But do you have any idea to where is she now or if she can see me?
Where is my great aunt now? 41.3.
Hilary says of this line, "It's not easy to sacrifice the security of the group and travel into new places, alone and self-reliant. But this is an offering worth making: In taking the initiative and walking alone, you attract a more authentic relationship, and open up the possibility of being of greater service."
makes me think that life after death exists (1) and that it will be better (42)Hex 1 is the representative of the Divine, I honestly think there could'nt be a stronger answer regarding this question. It tells me of the sprit that inhabits us all and surpasses the physical realm. The part of us that keeps on going after our bodies decay. That is infinite potential. It also speaks about God(or whatever name you choose to give It).
Hex 42 was cast as relating to this. It might be confusing or conflicting to think about death as Increase.
Where is my great aunt now? 41.3.
Hilary says of this line, "It's not easy to sacrifice the security of the group and travel into new places, alone and self-reliant. But this is an offering worth making: In taking the initiative and walking alone, you attract a more authentic relationship, and open up the possibility of being of greater service."
Is there life after death? 1.2.3.4>42
A friend of mine interprets as follows:
1 is pure energy (the soul is energy).
1.2: appears in the field (the earth: incarnation);
1.3: life events;
1.4: gets ready to jump and fly (death).
42: vibrational increase, might be the highest vibrational state that the soul (now free from material and matter) has or it might indicate that the soul increases matter with its presence
It looks to me as if it is describing life and not actually what comes next.
Can my great aunt see me? 27 unchanging
Some things we are not meant to know, and any attempt to do so, or any claim to have done so, is delusion. Not even the authors of the Yi were privy to this information. Worry instead whether there is sufficient life before death.
What upsets me is that her voice, her laugh, her dialect, our memories are gone.
I'd agree with your last sentence but I think absolutism is out of place on such a topic too.
I'd agree with your last sentence but I think absolutism is out of place on such a topic too.
Could be yes! Yi sometimes is just a mirror of what you're living or thinking at the time of asking. But sometimes not. Could mean several things, I like to think it means everything that has been saidcould be that 27un refers to that thoughts ?
conscious identity exists in one form or another, so long as it can hold together. If not, conscious identity dissipates even if still within an earthly body; otherwise known as losing your self or losing your soul. Hold to him outwardly and inwardly, as 8 puts it. Keep it together.
So I should absolutely not take a strong position on the question?
keep it together. True. Sometimes even if there is a body you lose your self, and sometimes you can bring it back, find it again through psychotherapy for example. So in a way our self is always there, is latent.
The problem is if we will be able to keep it together once our body-shell is gone. I would say (just speculating) that without a body and therefore voice or eyes or laughter much will be gone.
More will be acquired, possibly. Hopefully
The problem is if we will be able to keep it together once our body-shell is gone.
The counter argument to that is that the soul is made of subtle matter; a surgeon would never find it on the operating room table,
One tended to speak of him, instinctively, as a spiritual casualty—a “lost soul”: was it possible that he had really been “de-souled” by a disease? “Do you think he has a soul?” I once asked the Sisters. They were outraged by my question, but could see why I asked it. “Watch Jimmie in chapel,” they said, “and judge for yourself.”
I did, and I was moved, profoundly moved and impressed, because I saw here an intensity and steadiness of attention and concentration that I had never seen before in him or conceived him capable of. I watched him pray, I watched him at Mass, I watched him kneel and take the Sacrament on his tongue, and could not doubt the fullness and totality of Communion, the perfect alignment of his spirit with the spirit of the Mass. Fully, intensely, quietly, in the quietude of absolute concentration and attention, he entered and partook of the Holy Communion. He was wholly held, absorbed, by a feeling. There was no forgetting, no Korsakov’s then, nor did it seem possible or imaginable that there should be; for he was no longer at the mercy of a faulty and fallible mechanism—that of meaningless sequences and memory traces—but was absorbed in an act, an act of his whole being, which carried feeling and meaning in an organic continuity and unity, a continuity and unity so seamless it could not permit any break.
Clearly Jim found himself, found continuity and reality, in the absoluteness of spiritual attention and act. The sisters were right—he did find his soul here. And so was Luria, whose words now came back to me: “A man does not consist of memory alone. He has feeling, will, sensibility, moral being…. It is here … you may touch him, and see a profound change.” Memory, mental activity, mind alone, could not hold him; but moral attention and action could hold him completely.
But perhaps “moral” was too narrow a word—for the aesthetic and dramatic were equally involved. Seeing Jim in the chapel opened my eyes to other realms where the soul is called on, and held, and stilled, in attention and communion. The same depth of absorption and attention was to be seen in relation to music and art: he had no difficulty, I noticed, “following” music or simple dramas, for every moment in music and art refers to, contains, other moments. He likes gardening, and has taken over some of the work in our garden. At first he greeted the garden each day as new, but for some reason this has become more familiar to him than the inside of the Home. He almost never gets lost or disoriented in the garden now; he patterns it, I think, on loved and remembered gardens from his youth in Pennsylvania.
Source : http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/1984/feb/16/the-lost-mariner/?page=1
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