Michael Gonzalez77 said:I think you missed my point entirely.
Sure, "good" and "evil" exist, but only within the mind—specifically how our limited, individual consciousness perceives things. Every single experience we have is filtered through that mental lens of duality.
The same goes for labeling people as "good" or "bad." That’s just the soul’s consciousness identifying itself with the illusion of opposites. If we didn't have this narrow perception and this tendency to identify with it, there wouldn't be a sense of "Life" as we know it—there would be no feeling of separation or individuality. But while this sense of life feels incredibly real, it’s just as much an illusion as the divide between "good and bad," "up and down," "left and right," "heaven and hell," or "you and me."
I mean, does anyone actually know where "up" or "down" is in the vastness of the cosmos?
Now, look—certain things can disrupt other processes, and we call those "harmful events." But when you're talking about human beings and their psychological lives, what’s "good" for one person might be "harmful" for another depending on their specific situation. It's complicated. Talking about morality gets messy because, at its core, Life is one undivided, whole process of unfolding and receding. You could call it the "dance of time and energy." Form is temporary and constantly shifting—not to mention the psychological layer where people dream they are living and "awake" in some objective "reality."
Of course, if you're operating on the level of everyday human consciousness—dealing with social norms, cultural conventions, survival instincts, and the way we perceive the world through our senses—then yes, you have to talk about "morality," "harm," "danger," "good and bad people," and "right versus wrong." I'm simply not talking about that level.
The older members of my family used to say something similar—that if you possess a strong character, you must have been someone in power in a past life. I’d ask who, and they’d just say it’s impossible to know, but that strength somehow "radiates" from you. Whether you're male or female today doesn't seem to matter much; apparently, your soul found you after centuries, and now you belong to yourself. When I asked what happens after death, they said we can't know, though that strength carries through until the very end of existence. Well, listening to them, I must have been a lord or—definitely!—a knight in a previous life, someone few could match. Though, I suppose there was one fellow who defeated me in a duel; I fell dead, and yet here I am again, fighting battles—mental ones this time, supposedly "intelligent" ones. I guess my sense of humor is all that's left of that knighthood—the reason I fell to an opponent's lance back then—because even now, I fall and get right back up, with the same character, thoughts, and intentions... so, I suppose my past life didn't change much. Except, of course, nobody calls me a lord or a knight anymore; in fact, they’ve started calling me Maria Robinson2 (even though I’ve told them repeatedly that isn't me).
I imagine you all probably have a few stories to tell about your own "past" lives, too.