Post 18: Why Everything in Life is Uncertain

Imagine waking up one morning in an unfamiliar place alone. In a place you can’t remember or have been before. No recollection. Yet, here you are cognizant and aware of these surroundings yet you have no idea how you got here or where here is…

So, what would you do? Panic? Take stock of the situation? Explore the environment, gain some bearings, ask yourself how did I get here? I’d imagine we’d all react differently yet at some point after it all sank in we’d have to start doing something, get to know what we are dealing with, use our senses to become aware of this new environment we are now in. 

I raise this scenario because it brings up some deeper questions about being human and why we are here. The most obvious question to the above scenario, is how did I get here and why? Well, we could ask that very same question about our life right now. In fact it’s probably the most important question we could ever ask, and since the dawn of time, mankind has pondered and contemplated this very existential question. Who are we, why are we here, for what purpose?

You see the point I want to make and hopefully get across is actually most of us if not all of us have some form of amnesia as to how we got incarnated on this planet we call earth. Have you ever wondered, where did I come from and if I came from somewhere, whether we call that source or universe, who or what decided it? Did we have any say in the matter? Yet here we are. Alive, in this human experience. The truth is we exist, because we have awareness of this but the fundamental question is do we have an awareness of life before awareness?

If we don’t it must mean we always were, That we are in fact all that ever is, all that ever was and will be. In other words we are infinite, timeless expressions of source. 

So why is everything in life uncertain? From a perspective of being an infinite creator being, it isn’t. But from the human perspective it must be because if we can remember what we did yesterday, what food we ate, or where we went for our summer holidays, yet can’t remember how we got here, then in essence not being able to answer the most fundamental question of existence puts our very life in uncertainty. It puts our life in a kind of existential crisis from the moment we are born. 

And of course this is not a terrible thing. When we are not certain, when we do not know anything is possible. We live in a state of curiosity and flow of not knowing or having to know. We get to trust in the very uncertainty we are born in, that indefinable essence of source we can sense and feel but can’t taste or touch. We learn that so many things in life are out of our control. 

I’d say we actually get to wake up in a strange new reality every morning. The fact we sleep and in some ways return to the formless aspect of being to awake present again in a sensory experience is a mystery. It’s just that in this reality we have a recollection, a memory. But what if we have recollections of many past lives or incarnations? If you can’t remember them then does that mean they never happened? But oh, wait, you don’t really know how you got here, or do you? 

Rob Ipsen