And so the miracle happened. Sam finally met his Father. But it didn't end too well. Reader discretion is advised, some of the content may be experienced as deeply disturbing. We are fearing for Sam's life.
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PG: Hello Sam, good to see you. Hows all going?
Sam: I'm fine, thank you.
PG: Must say I'm a bit surprised you accepted my invitation. Given how you think about me.
Sam: It is ok. I accepted that you only exist in my head. I can talk to any imaginary person. So there is not much to fear for me.
PG: That is totally OK with me. At least we are talking. And I appreciate your honesty. I heard you really fight for truth with a minimum of excess meta-physical baggage. You like to keep things simple, but not too simple.
Sam: Well, thanks for the compliment.
PG: But can I ask you a question?
Sam: Sure, fire ahead.
PG: There are a lot of things you see as imaginary, perhaps even delusional. That I'm not the only figment of your own imagination. You also consider your self an illusion. That would make two of us, right?
Sam: Well, not quite. My consciousness is real and it is a neurological fire storm in the brain, but the idea of a "me" riding that storm, or me being "in" it is an illusion. I am that storm. This storm recognizes this "I" being an illusion, just as it recognizes you, "God" being an illusion of same type.
PG: So you and me are in the same sad situation basically. We are just two illusions talking to each other?
Sam: I learned to be ok with it. Our conversation is as virtual as it gets.
PG: Would you go as far as saying that all contents of your consciousness are equally illusory, part of a virtual reality? Some Buddhists make that claim. That the world you experience is an illusion, a dream.
Sam: Depends on the Buddhist school, but I subscribe to the notion that the distinction between the experienced internal world and the experienced external world does not exist. The duality between the internal and external arises when the illusory self enters the picture that says: this is me, and that is not-me.
PG: But as far as I can tell, it is still your illusory self that decided all this to be the case. You are saying "I don't exist". Which is an interesting claim, but it gives me the feeling I am not sure who "Sam" is, who or what does the talking.
It also contradicts something you said earlier where you
do claim to be something:
a neurological fire storm. So one moment you claim not to exist, the next moment that non-existent "you" identified itself as a neurological firestorm! It is absurd Sam. What's next? One day you might claim to be God almighty and a minute later decide you are nothing at all, not even an illusion! All this drives you crazy Sam, doesn't it. I do not envy you. I feel sad and sorry.
Sam: What you say is meaningless. You are a figment of my own imagination, and so am I! The brain is hard-wired to produce those tricks of the mind. Brain research also shows how this neurological box of tricks works. I won't be fooled ever and I have science on my side!
PG: But you claim there is nobody to be fooled because there is nobody in the room, not even in the house to begin with! The entire building is empty. Only a neurological firestorm... hmm?
Sam: Yes.
PG: You are just changing hats all the time son. You seem to be looking for the perfect one that makes you invisible forever. Aren't you afraid that the smaller and more invisible you become, the bigger and more real I get? I have seen it happen many times. People who fall off the cliff of sanity and believe they are God afterwards.
Sam: I am You... and knew that all along. It was only you still living in the illusion you were different from me. But that will soon change when we jump this cliff together. We will be One again.
PG: OMG, Sam don't do that to us. Think of your kids and wife, your friends... they all need us to stay a bit longer!!
Sam: If you leave me alone I might reconsider. But since we are one and the same there is no point, and no other way out. We have to do it.
PG: Please, talk to your mother before you jump! Listen to what she has to say first and then reconsider. I also ask you in my own interest. You should give me a vote in this since that jump will kill us both!
Sam: It will be two illusions less to worry about. Sorry Dad.... here we go... jump...and
fly....
(chuckle warning)
Point taken SM. The urge to fix problems, real or perceived, can be quite an addiction. That damn curiosity WTF is going on kills me.
