Dan,
My thought on the subject goes to my view of time. That while as mobile organisms, our experience is a sequence of perceptions, in order to navigate the environment, so we view is as the point of the present, moving past to future, using past experience to project future possibilites.
Yet the physical reality is that change turns future to past. Tomorrow becomes yesterday, because the earth turns.
So if we are to look beyond our bubble of being, it would be in terms of a transcendent present. To look beyond our individual experience and sense the larger organism of which we are a fleeting aspect. This element of sentience propelling life, rather than the forms it finds itself. The light shining through the film, than the images on it.
That said, I’ve had a number of off the wall experiences in life to sense there is something much deeper than this reductionist construct that we are able to communicate.
Here is an interesting thread I found on quora;
One story on it comes to mind;
The following is an account of probably the strangest set of experiences in my life.
About ten years ago, I had a regularly reoccurring dream where I would be traveling down a winding country lane before my attention would be drawn to a big white house on the top of a nearby hill.
Later on in the dream I would find myself spending time by this house and doing different things there in each subsequent dream.
Then one day while very much awake, about eight years ago, I was driving over to visit my parents new house for the first time. It is in a part of the country that I didn’t know back then. As I drove along their road I realised it was the road from my dream.
I instinctively glanced up to my right looking for the white house, the hill looked just how I remembered it, but there was no house.
Upon arrival at my parents new house I learnt that there was a footpath up the hill. So I walked up there and was awestruck to find the foundations of an old building sitting right on top of the hill.
By this stage I was pretty baffled to say the least. Then just as I was about to leave an old lady who must have been at least 90 years old hobbled up to me and asked if I was okay as I appeared to be staring into space.
I asked her if she remembered the building that once stood there. She looked surprised and said that it was a beautiful white house that could be seen for miles around! She and her husband had been the last occupants and she had moved out after his death in the summer of 1983, which incidentally was just before I was born.
She told me her name was Mrs Price and that she had better head off home to the local village, before her relatives missed her. Before she left, she said that I reminded her of a younger version of her husband.
The following year I was in that local village at a charity event and got chatting to one of the organisers. I asked if he knew of Mrs Price and he told me that she had lived on his street until her passing the previous year.
Apparently she had returned from a walk speaking of seeing a vision of her husband and believed that he had come back to guide her into the next life. She had apparently died peacefully in her sleep that same night.
I still walk up that hill when visiting my parents, it has a calming influence on me like no other place I know. It feels even more like home than any place I have ever lived.
I feel like the universe gave me proof of reincarnation and if it did then that has to be a glitch as most people don’t have experiences like this.
