A commentary from CGI member Morgan.

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What if the human race was initially meant to reside on a higher plane similar to here? The Etheric. The levels below the Astral, and similar to here, but not as dense. Bodies were self-contained in the higher, finer realm. No need to kill anything to continue as you are.

What if we weren't 'kicked out' of 'Eden/Etheric Realm', but left on our own, out of curiosity to see what it was like? This represented by eating of The Tree of Knowledge? A desire to separate from the Unity of Source and experience Duality? What if East of Eden is this whole stupid planet, where you have to be a masochistic idiot (Of which I am one) to be here? From Peace/Truth/Beauty/Unity to this disgusting mess? The womb is the gateway to Hell. (My newest T-shirt meme.) After all, if you like pain, discord, personal compromise, perpetual inconvenience, being a victim of circumstance, illusion, and living with the collective that seems to not even have a quarter of a braincell left (Otherwise, why would the world be in the state it's in?), THIS IS THE PLACE FOR YOU! I'd say we are the fallen, our own choice, but we eventually go back to where we came from according to the tenet of the Cathars amongst others. Devolve to evolve. Go left to go right. From the realm of Urge, to the realm of Demiurge, to spend a short eternity to wind our way back to Urge again. Are we all stoopid, or what? (Yes, me included; considering I'm here. At least I'm comparatively in a 'low security' self-imposed prison, as opposed to those who are not only 'in' the world, but 'OF' the world.)

Still, we come back again and again until we get sick of it, and no longer need it. We've gotta get it out of our system. How many lives have I lived? (Tons.) I'm under the impression I'm at that stage where I'm outta here for good. I have no more attachment to it, I'm fed up with it, and if the sun were to go nova in 45 seconds, I'd consider that a relief. After all, I really have zero obligations to this place, and that small circle of allies and my soul mate are forever, no matter what realm they are in, so why stress over any of this rubbish we put ourselves through in the cesspit of Physical Existence?

Life is a drug worse than heroin and fentanyl. An addiction to where there ain't no inpatient rehabilitation edifice to help you get over it.

ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?

Morgan