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Adam Borowski

My thoughts on God, life and reality

Dybbuk.

What an intriguing, yet unnerving, concept. Two questions arise: does God allow souls of the dead to take control of the living? Does a dybbuk possessing a living person not violate the living person’s free will?

If God lets the dybbuk take control of the living person, then what does that tell us about God?

I’ve read an excellent post about God. I’m happy to put on my philosopher’s hat and share my thoughts on God and several philosophical questions.

I call God an infinite mind. If God exists, then He is the infinite mind in which everything manifests. Indeed, God is everywhere. An ancient concept.

We ask: what is the meaning of life? How about asking: why am I me? Why, out of an endless number of configurations, I’m me?

Why am I – Adam Borowski – and not Ethel down the street? An atheist is going to say, well, it’s just random, we’re all pieces of meat and then we die. Maybe. But it could also point to the existence of God where we’re all divine sparks temporarily dwelling in our bodies. We’re on an infinite journey and our relationship with God – the infinite mind – is unique. Your relationship with God is never going to be the same as mine, even when we’re both extremely close, it’s never going to be the same.

In this sense, we’re all God’s children.Well, okay, maybe some of us are golems in disguise.

Some say Earth is a school. But how can this planet be a school when we’re expressions of the infinite mind that has created everything in the first place? Unless God has made Himself forget He is perfect to – paradoxically – contribute to His understanding of perfection.

Reincarnation is a profoundly perplexing concept to me. Why reincarnate with no memory of the past? It’s just like oblivion. Doesn’t sound like something God would want for us. Sounds more like some kind of a cosmic trickster messing with us.

Maybe the texts talking about the demiurge and the white light being some kind of a memory wipe trap are true? I don’t know about you, but I’m going to linger around before going into any light, or ask God for protection before going into the light. Yes, I know, some of you are going to roll their eyes and say, It’s the last hurrah of a dying brain. Sure, on one level, but I’m still not mindlessly going into the light.

When you walk down the street and look at others going about their business, each person is living in their own universe. Some universes are similar, some seem similar but aren’t, and some are so different you just know never the twain shall meet.

Take what I call the Lisa Simpson syndrome as an example. Lisa Simpson is a genius and her parents (particularly Homer) aren’t exactly the smartest parents in town. Lisa feels out of place, like a book on the wrong shelf, she knows that she’ll never have that deeper connection with her parents. She loves her parents but she knows that, on a deeper level, they are strangers to her. How many kids are grappling with the Lisa Simpson syndrome today? The answer could surprise us, and not in a good way.

Hmm. I could call it the Sheldon syndrome, too.

There are times when you think you’re getting along with someone well, only to learn you’re mistaken.

Case in point, you’re about to have a job interview. Let’s call you Paul. Your resume is stellar, you’re confident and ready to shine. No surprise. Your job interview goes well.

‘’I’ve aced it,’’ you smile.

Yet, you get ignored anyway. Someone else gets the job. Why? Well, it so happens the head interviewer hates the name Paul. It’s the name of her abusive ex-husband.

As soon as she saw your resume, she knew what to do. She was going to give you false hope by interviewing you and then giving the job to someone else anyway.

Intellectually, she knows how immature it is, but her desire for revenge has made her irrational. She can’t get revenge on her ex-husband, she’s afraid of him, so she targets the next best thing – you. It doesn’t matter you’re a nice person. You’re Paul and all Pauls are bad.

Absurd, right? Life isn’t always black and white. Life is mostly found somewhere between black and white, in the gray zone, if you will. Sometimes, it seems like you know every variable in the universe but it’s virtually impossible to know every variable in the universe – only God knows them all and how they relate to each other. Sometimes, things won’t be logical and you need to accept it and move on.

Okay. Let’s say you’ve somehow learned the head interviewer has been unfair to you.

‘’Karma will get her,’’ you grin as your mind conjures up all sorts of revenge scenarios.

But will karma actually get her? We want to believe in karma because it makes us feel in control. What if there’s no karma? To me, karma sounds like a fascist, totalitarian, concept. Some kind of a force, maybe God, is going to punish us, or others, yet we aren’t even told why we’re being punished. A bit Kafkaesque, don’t you think? Same with the life review. We get judged. A lot of judgment going on, it seems. Maybe this is our expectation, since we’re so used to judgment, that we manifest it even in the afterlife?

Why would a loving God send people to hell? If hell exists, how do you even know what hell looks like? Sure, we’re supposed to believe it’s fire and brimstone, or some kind of eternal separation from God. What if God has a sense of humor and, actually, the idea of ironic hell is how we’re going to get punished for our sins? A perfectly tailored punishment for each of us to ‘’enjoy’’ our greatest fears and flaws for eternity.

Imagine being turned into a prom queen and getting chased by a never-ending stream of  I-wanna-see-the-manager-now    Karens demanding you curtsy to them.

Now, that’s hell.

I believe two scenarios are possible after death. We either cease to exist, or we live forever and any scenario is possible. Yes, I mean any. No other option makes sense to me. It’s either oblivion, or infinite possibility. I don’t see how an infinite tapestry of life can be explained away by a single book written on an obscure planet in some galaxy. Sounds like incredible arrogance to me. If anything, mathematics, physics, chemistry, even music, could be God’s languages, although I’ve come across some strange people who claim it’s English. They probably think so because entire universes speak (American) English in the movies, so why not God?

Oh, right.

God aka Chuck already speaks American English in Supernatural.

About the Author
Adam Borowski is a technical Polish-English translator with a background in international relations and a keen interest in understanding how regime propaganda brainwashes people so effectively. He's working on a novel the plot of which is set across multiple realities. In the novel, he explores the themes of God, identity, regimes, parallel universes, genocide and brainwashing. His Kyiv Post articles covering a wide range of issues can be found at https://www.kyivpost.com/authors/27
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