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Seed beings
when time becomes real-time
There are little animals, each a single cell, who live happy chemical lives, continuously creating amino acids, busily building the tiny stones of life, millions and millions of them in a few short moments.
Then comes dryness, a period of shrinking into spores, each one into thousands of spores – seed beings. Although seemingly dead they are merely in a waiting state of cryptobiosis or suspension of life, totally dried out. In this state of suspension outside of time a seed being can spend hundreds of years. It can travel, carried by winds, even through freezing winters, yes, even driven by solar winds across empty space, till the time comes when the sun shines on it again. Then, a drop of water added, and the old happy activity starts once more in a hundred new beings, faithful copies of the old.
instant soul
Psychologically speaking, we humans are also seed beings: souls asleep, frozen, desiccated, soul beings waiting for a drop of bliss, of ananda to awaken, to come alive. As soon as some joyful event happens, even a minor one, it permits us to enter real life, real time, ecstasy and instant soul that we are; in a few seconds a thousand blissful experiences occur, blooming activity starts, intense soul bliss, till again we fall into that state of psychic suspension we call ordinary life.