Quantumized Self?
The word “person” comes from the Latin word “persona” which means “mask”. Which mask do you wear right now and project outward like one of many selves including the self that you would like others to think you are, the self you actually think you are, the self you are afraid of?
Are you aware of the many different masks you wear and images you express in your daily interactions?
But when you wear no mask, who is sending the attention? Who is observing? The core essence of who you really are?
Is there behind your ego and left-brain-mental & right-brain-feeling processing a formless essence that you could call Soul? When you reduce your preoccupation with thoughts and focus more on feeling your body and its surroundings, without left-brain-hemisphere activities such as criticizing, judging, labeling, blaming or complaining about it, do you feel more in sync with your essential “Being” ?
When you take a few deep breaths in and suspend all thoughts, perceptions and also your feelings, who remains? The Observer? Pure Aware Space only? Your Higher-Self, Spirit-Self, Soul-Self, Source-Self, Core-Self, True-Self, Authentic-Self, Formless-Self, Quantum-Self, or Star-Self?
People perceive and experience different interpretations of one or the other. So, for name’s sake on this website, let’s call it the STAR-Self, a spark of light (photons), a self-similar (fractal) aspect of our own Star, floating freely in the ‘nothingness‘ of the quantum field, called Cosmic Lattice.
You can test yourself by standing up, and make the A-U-M sound when breathing out and gesture with arms & hands. Can you feel the vibrations in your body?
Who designed the blueprint and wrote the (98%-DNA?) script and music for your “totality of experiences” called “Life”?
Is the title for this Book of Music “La Forza del Destino”?
Click here to listen to a Book of Music
played by a Dutch street-organ:
Bij ons in de Jordaan
Zing je van hela hola holadiejee
Bij ons in de Jordaan
Zie je de jongens en de meiden dansend gaan
Bij ons in de Jordaan
Waar de bloemen voor de ramen staan
En de Amsterdamse humor nooit verloren gaat
Zolang de lepel in de brijpot staat
