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06-03-2012, 08:54 PM
The Egg by Andy Weir (http://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg.html)

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.



06-04-2012, 07:56 AM
Great story Dev.

Makes one think. It's like an extrapolation of what Robert Monroe wrote.

Did you read any of the other stories on that site?

"Access" was a good one.

The tent seems relevant :)


06-04-2012, 03:01 PM
Interesting! I had a dream last week in which the prevalent idea was the realization that there was just one person. It wasn't exactly a solipcism, I mean it wasn't all about me, it was about THE me, of which all of us partake. It also wasn't a me that was THOU, 'God.' This passage evoked the memory of that dream (which I did not record on paper).

06-05-2012, 06:37 PM
The story strongly reminds me of the 'Christogenesis' and 'Omega Point' concepts of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.

(The guy who coined the phrase 'Everything That Rises Must Converge')

Here are two other relevant quotes from him:

An orchestra with multiple conductors cannot produce anything but an incoherent cacophony.
When the number of the conductors becomes reduced to a single man, the orchestra shifts from cacophony to symphony, turning into the conductor's "extended body."
Analogously, when the universe is quantum-mechanically orchestrated by billions of human observers, it is incoherent (objective)—every part exists by itself, obeying the principle of locality.
Having become orchestrated by a single human observer (Christ personal), the universe will shed its incoherence (objectivity) and turn into the observer's "cosmic body":
Christ has a cosmic body that extends throughout the universe.

Having reached the limit of its complexity, the collective Christ—mankind—will undergo a demographic collapse.
All of mankind's universe-orchestrating power will become concentrated in the single survivor, who will be automatically promoted to the rank of Christ personal.

10-26-2014, 10:56 PM
I was on a google surf... one think led to another and I found this Egg story again... read it again and it felt strangely familiar. And indeed I had already posted about it. I'm way ahead of myself...



11-26-2014, 01:40 PM
I did a podcast with Andy (the writer of The Egg) yesterday. Apparently he has published a book called The Martian (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Martian_(film)) which is being made into a movie directed by Ridley Scott and starring Matt Damon.

Anyway Andy said that he didn't believe The Egg concept... it was just an idea... I said it could be "the truth"... at least as a possibility... but he was in denial. Another proof that an idea can be greater than the author of the idea, meaning that great ideas can surpass the original intent of the person creating the idea in the first place.

Or Andy is right... it's all horse shit!

Podcast interview: the egg and the martian (http://www.naturalbornalchemist.com/episodes/2015/1/18/episode-18-the-egg-and-the-martian)


01-25-2015, 01:09 PM
I found this Egg story again... read it again and it felt strangely familiar.

It's uncanny how this phone call (apparently from a few decades ago) between a Qabalah Student and his Mentor resembles the concept behind Andy Weir's 'The Egg' story...

Listen from 01:39, but it's from the 04:00 minute mark that the connection starts becoming incredibly apparent.

God is Not God's Name (http://www.yhwh.com/Audio/01%20God%20is%20not%20God%27s%20Name%20-%20pt%201.mp3)