Transhumanism & life on the cloud

Ever heard of Transhumanism?  Me neither until today when I switched on the radio to hear the most jawdropping conversation.

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Transhumanism:- The belief or theory that the human race can evolve beyond its current physical and mental limitations, especially by means of science and technology.

Oxford dictionary

According to American transhumanist, journalist, entrepreneur and futurist Zoltan Istvan, the likelihood of humans existing only as pure data-with no physical body on the cloud is very real & closer that we think.  According to Istvan – as we approach death,

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TOO MANY BOXES

Have you noticed how we humans tend to dissect ourselves and put the different parts in clearly labeled boxes? Let me try to explain further…..We often define ourselves by our jobs, religion, position in life etc.

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This struck me a couple of days ago whilst running a self awareness & self development workshop. Each person was asked to tell me a little bit about ‘him/herself.’  As each one spoke it struck me, most of us define ourself by things, people & situations around us. For example; I’m a teacher, a mother, husband or wife. I’m a Christian or I work in a high ranking job. But nobody spoke about his or herself as a person. So I set the following exercise:

You’re given weeks to live. Already you’re becoming dependent on those around you for feeding, bathing etc.  Your job has gone now & although you’re missed, you’ve been replaced already.  All the clothes you own, suits, dresses, shoes etc will soon all belong to someone else maybe resold through the charity shop. It’s the same with your husband or wife, they’ll one day share their life with another but right now they’re responsible for your comfort and care.  Deep down in your heart, you know your beautiful children & grandchildren will always remember you through photos, but may very well call someone else mum & grandma in the future. Everything you own, your life savings, the world you thought you knew & the dreams you had, are all relative now as you lay confined to your bed.
All the external things that once defined you have pretty much gone. Who are you?

What are your thoughts?

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Death – What’s Next?

Death – An inevitable part of life. As hard as we try, it’s impossible to avoid.  Like everything else in life, we humans are impermanent, facing death from the moment we’re born yet we foolishly live under the illusion of immortality like we’re in some way exempt.

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So many times I’ve blogged about the dreaded D subject Death. Mainly because here in the west, it’s something we fear or consider taboo. For example, we don’t discuss death in case we tempt fate, and the thing we definitely don’t want, is a visit from the black hooded guy with his wopping  great scythe who only appears when your time’s up.  There are however, many other differing opinions on death – for example, Buddhism says death is a continuation of life & merely a process of the consciousness leaving the physical body to enter a new one.  Christianity sees death as returning home to the creator God & others feel when we die, we’ve gone and that’s pretty much the end.

What are your thoughts on death? Where do you believe we go once this life is over?

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

For some, death is final. Others believe we have previously & will go on to live many lives – but what about you?

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Death, dark & not to be spoken of in case we tempt fate. In the West, death is portrayed by the skeletal black hooded figure armed with scythe otherwise known as ‘the reaper.’  Is it any wonder many of us are terrified of dying? But why do we view death this way? And why is death feared in the West but embraced in many other cultures? What’s your take on death?

Do you believe death is the end? Or The beginning of a whole new chapter?

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Gold in the Ganga

Never underestimate the power of death – or indeed the power of life!

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Something I learned in India a couple of years ago. I’d taken myself off for some peace & quiet, away from the hustle & bustle of Rishikesh market to sit for a while on the banks of the sacred river Ganga. Ram Jhula to be exact.  Where holy men bathe, and cows roam peacefully alongside them. You can’t help but notice the the interconnectedness of all living things in a place like this. On this particular day however, I learned an even greater lesson.  Looking out across the river, a young boy of 11 or 12yrs old caught my eye. Barefoot and dressed only in  red draped material from waist to thigh, he rummaged in the water, every so often popping something into his mouth. It was hard to make out exactly what he was picking up from a distance and after a while, curiosity got the better of me. For half an hour I’d watched this strange behaviour and had to find out.  When I asked, the answer was far from what I expected. In broken English, he told me how he was collecting gold. Gold from the bodies of dead people cremated there. Gold they no longer needed,  which could feed his family for a week.  At this moment everything made sense.  The irrational fear of death, when actually it’s merely a continuation of life.

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