sometimes, sometimes not.
my spiritual views are of such nature, that it seems to make no difference, as far as i can see through the implications right now.
and if i did it would be my interpretation of altered states of consciousness, which are certainly not dreamlike/storylike, like a trance about being a specific person, but rather about being outside of the time of my life by means of transcendence, but not entirely outside of time alltogether.
which is like a frozen type of a "verry long time" instead of true timeless eternity. its frozen in how it's slow, it's slow in how it's eventless, in comparsion to life on earth.
it's the impression that there is one timeline outside of the world, in the bardo, which sort of includes and sort of excludes your current human life, like advertisements include a movie (ads are preceding and succeeding the movie, and ads are all the same, that is: annyoing) from an experiencial viewpoint, and yet advertisement does not include the movie by any other intelligent viewpoint.
one important aspect of this is the stuckness in the inbetween. it's as if not living this life does not mean, that i can just die, meaning i can't leave time alltogether. it follows the impression, that i will be thrown back into the world. but all of the world as i know it, including all of my personality, seems to belong together, seems like one thing that i am thrown into. and i am not that. therefore it seems that i will be thrown back into this life, or the next life, but the next life is nothing like this life. it's nothing like me. it may be plausible to expect it to have similarities, but nothin in my experience gives a hint about underlying rules on what sort of life leads to what sort of life. one thing though: it's as if the taste of this stuckness in the bardo is also on my complete experience of my current earthly life, as a verry subtle quality, that i did not notice untill it became differenciated from my life during the bardo experience, in which the life was absent, but the taste was there. this taste is like my distal self on the bardo level. i am afraid its my fucking soul.