We Are Made of Star Stuff

For a while now I have been reading international forums, out of curiosity. I wanted to know what people are saying, feeling, knowing about their placement in this world, in this Universe. My search has been provocative, bringing me to heights of interest and wonder. Across the world people are thinking as I do, asking the same questions and then we share and each of us picks up a piece of the atomic energy that floats ineluctably across the miles of space that has our collective signature upon it. I ask a man in Uruguay or a women in Sweden, or a young man in the backwoods of Canada what thrills them about this knowing and what is the catalyst for their quests. We debate, we justify, we link up our resources, we try not to generalize. So the search is not disengenuious. There is a clear cut motive why people want to know why it is that they keep searching for higher answers as to their existence.

Some cite their belief in God, a force, a consciousness that pervades the Soul Matrix. Some want to know why we have been thrust into a world that is comprised of so much evil and dark energy. Some use science or metascience or cycles of the ancient past to qualify their hints of understanding. A book, some research, a notion, a crop circle, a newly discovered document that may give a clue.

A woman in New Zealand fights for the rights of health and argues justifiably against the constraints of covert corporate chains. We all want to know why. After all, we were endowed with enough DNA to ask these questions that plague us throughout the histories of this planet. The common thread is why haven't we advanced technologically and intellectually and spiritually? What is holding us back that steeps us in the mire of depression and poverty consciousness? Are we not children of God filled with the Primal Light of the heavens?

My experiences in cyberspace are selective. I might find a forum that accepts all ways of thinking so I have to dig through the garbage dump to find the gold. But its there. There are questioning and answering minds that hover and wait for the connection. An hour or two to explore. To share what miniscule wisdom I can impart as I dodge the snarky prickly ones who lie in wait to use their unconvincing arguments as their intoxicant for the hour. It has taught me to be bold but also to be nonjudgmental and considerate. We all are feeling our way with blindfolds on.