Nope, I'm not talking about being on the "up" side of a cycle, I'm talking about being in a different kind of flow altogether. 

For me it really IS all about the green grass, the trees, the flowers, the hills, fresh air, sunlight, kitty cats, my mom, my best friend.  Often when I think about my life, and what I am here for, I feel like there really isn't any other reason for me to be here.  There are plenty of things I can do to be useful, but they are not required.  I have friends waiting on the other side who I would love to be with right now.  What would break my heart is leaving my cats and my family here on earth...not that it would mean being separated forever, certainly not!  But it would mean missing out on being with them in this particular time and place.

You are welcome to reinterpret what I said to suit your own worldview, but it doesn't change my intended meaning, or my experience.

Oh, I'm with you on that.  I would say that my life is now centered around these things, and I'm much more comfortable with being on this Earth plane.  If I were told that after this time around was over I would have the option of leaving... I certainly wouldn't go now.  Truth be told, I might stay for another go-round, knowing that I'd mastered the things in life that make this place a beautiful place to be.

I'm actually very fond of being physical, and my hope is that someday we can transform right where we are now, much as Bob Monroe saw when he visited Earth's future.  When I speak of "being on the wheel," I don't necessarily mean physical existence itself.  I see it as being the karmic cycle of being stuck.  And like you, I wouldn't even think of leaving my little family of animals, and the same goes for my husband and my family. 

I think that even here on this physical plane, there are many sub-planes of existence based on what types of experiences you choose to have. 

LOL-- I don't know if any of what I said makes any sense!  Just stream of consciousness here.

For me it really IS all about the green grass, the trees, the flowers, the hills, fresh air, sunlight, kitty cats, my mom, my best friend.  Often when I think about my life, and what I am here for, I feel like there really isn't any other reason for me to be here.  There are plenty of things I can do to be useful, but they are not required.  I have friends waiting on the other side who I would love to be with right now.  What would break my heart is leaving my cats and my family here on earth...not that it would mean being separated forever, certainly not!  But it would mean missing out on being with them in this particular time and place.

You are welcome to reinterpret what I said to suit your own worldview, but it doesn't change my intended meaning, or my experience.

And love is what actually keeps us here experiencing the beauty of earth and each other in physical form.

When I look back at my life when I was younger, I can remember wallowing and wallowing in those feelings, seeking out sensations of doom.  Back then, I got the greatest "dose" from Christianity.  This was when I was first dabbling in metaphysical thought, and spent years-- from 18 to 20 or so-- worrying about whether alternative thought was going to destroy my soul.  So I'd get on a kick where I'd listen to Christian talk radio, and it was an addiction. 

Feeling bad about myself felt good; worrying about whether demons had been influencing my thought during my explorations felt good.  Not the honest feel-good you get from a job well done, accomplishing something new or having a breakthrough realization;  the dirty feel-good, like you might have while looking at porn.  The greasy, slimy, grimy feel-good a heroin addict might get when the needle goes in. 

I can remember that, and I can remember more fleeting feelings over the years, when I let my guard down.   

Weopposedeception, I read Tolle's book years ago, and I absolutely loved it.  It was the right time for me to read it and it was part of  a mini-awakening.  I'd forgotten about the pain-body!  I guess I must have absorbed that knowledge and made it part of me, even though I don't remember it off-hand.

I've also noticed these feelings usually ARE coming out of nowhere, dug up from the past to re-surface, usually at a time of increased stress and whatnot, basically maximum "loosh" potential times.

This "hit" could also be coming from the entities that are harvesting such loosh, like their enjoyment crossing over into us (which triggers further reactions?)

I've always noticed that people who expect the worst generally receive the worst.  In the past, I assumed their outlook on life drew the bad stuff to them even more, and I still think that.  But maybe there's more too it.  Maybe, just as the Archons, Predators, demons, (insert different name for the same theory here) are addicted to the substance humans secrete when they're in pain and fear, people are addicted to these emotions as well.

Our movie theaters are jam-packed with movies depicting torture, rape, horror, and gore.  Even the romantic comedies are filled with the suffering and obsession of "love."  The more a movie causes its viewers to emote, the more popular it is. 

Perhaps physical life is becoming a drama-laden adventure much like the movies and television people watch.  Perhaps what keeps us tied to the physical plane is an actual addiction to suffering.  I know this is nothing new, but I'm beginning to see it in a different light.

I've watched people get addicted to the paranoia and rage that comes with seeing what goes on behind the scenes in this Matrix we live in, whether their angle is NWO, aliens, or the Christianized version.  I myself have felt the tug, almost like being caught just outside of a strong eddy.  I feel that if I stare too long at the center, I might be sucked in completely.   The trick is to see what's in the eddy and know it for what it is without being taken under with it.  As soon as I find the sure-fire key to that, I'll be sure to let you know! 

The reason I've been thinking about this so deeply is because there's someone in my life who's been addicted to suffering, paranoia, powerlessness, and anxiety for so long that he/she is in danger of falling apart physically.  I don't even know how to bring this up to him/her, because if I do, I'll be labeled as being 'not willing to see the truth,' or 'naive,' or even being 'under the influence of dark forces.'  I don't believe any of these to be the case, and I generally cast a fairly sober eye at things.  But I feel there is a point at which one can wallow in the darkness so long and so deeply that they're no longer an observer, but a part of it.  Maybe darkness is addictive whether you're reveling in it or so-called battling it.

If this is the case, how does one walk that fine line between seeing the darkness behind reality and getting caught up in the high drama of it all?  Is there a drama-done treatment or a suffering-replacement patch?