S.I. Sheehan's Blog (19)

An open letter to the current Taoiseach of Ireland regarding the M-3 motorway scheme.

1. Would you share some about yourself with us?

I am S.Hassan Pasha from Pakistan; I am a 30 year old digital artist. What started out as a hobby has now evolved into a full time profession. Working as a fu

Near Death Experiences can be called many different things. Some call it Kundalini, The Awakening, Cosmic Consciousness, The Opening of the Third Eye, etc. There are many elements which could induce an NDE. Death, surgery, hallucinogens, gravity, meditation, seizures, out-of body experiences, coma, dreams, alien abduction, relaxation, falling, etc. Whatever the NDE is, I for one know that it is real.

Some years ago I read a book "The Physics of Consciousness". It presents ideas, theories, and proposed explanations about how consciousness may emerge and manifest through electrical, chemical, and quantum process in our brains. In one section the book examines the visual processing of our b

As I dreamed you were, I saw myself as I am. A sentient being, a transient of time, one of the flickering lights of substance. You were there, walking on the path beside the river that I flowed in, small particles of myself scattered about the shiny reflections of the water. The path was nothing special, just another place where we could have met. As you walked along the path, you picked up a small stone. It looked like any other stone that could have been on the b

I did the only thing I could do. I let my light shine. Full of awe, pulsing with the rhythm of wonder. Each photon carrying the message of my being. A note to you as to where I am and how to find me. Unfortunately it is in my language.

After some time, enough photons were emitted that they began to form clumps.

SomeWhere, SomeTime, SomeThing happened. Not the usual nothing in the timeless nowhere. Not even the everything in the eternal everywhere produced such an unusual happening except maybe once. Gathering my wits about me, I set out, myself together in a storm. The way before me lay covered and hidden from eyes that see. So faint their echo. What dance thus laid this path, I wondered to myself. Was it me in another place

Today is my Mothers birthday. She would have been eighty years old. I wonder what she would have looked like, and how she would have felt about all the changes that have occurred in our world in the last thirty-five years. My children never had the opportunity to meet their Grandmother, my grandchildren their Great-Grandmother. My husband never sat with her, discussing life and philosophy with the woman who was his