In a typical Twilight Zone – like drama, an aging fool, having years ago quit taking his side Effexor, spills his last DNA unto a blog that he can’t persuade people at gun point to even take a peek at. [Zone music in the background] One by one, friends, family ties, acquaintances… each drifting from life, the bewildered martyr becomes recluse, an internet connection his single remaining link. He is by now but a friendly ghost – one still captive in the earth plane, yet unseen, unheard – unbothered and unbotherable by others, and unable to see “the light.”
In such a storyline – and that’s all that it is – the blog has the potential of becoming just another extravagantly self-authored epitaph, at best. And so it embodies the sound of the tree falling in the forest where no one is there to witness, or the ever frisky dog in the neighbor’s yard whose greeting is ignored by the endless stream of passersby throughout the day. To those distant stars whose light is yet to reach your closest neighbor, I knew you were there from the beginning, and it is to you I reach out to offer platform – a mirror to reflect your light for a critical peek at mine. For in reality, I AM “the light” (Everyone is…). I know who and what I work for, and it is that greater force who is the author of my heart and my hand. The Message that I speak (for me, in this incarnation) is My Lady (not necessarily one particular lady, but all ladies… The Feminine…), and I am destined to lay my cloak before Her. If I’ve even attempted to get her to where she wished to be without her feet becoming soiled by that which doesn’t know her, I am fulfilled. Forgiveness is indeed the fragrance Mother’s eternal violet offers to the heel who never knows it exists! There’s absolutely no indication of screwing this up.
Some of us, sometimes and to some degree, think about what happens (if something) after our frail physical forms turn to dust. Some of us believe, often wholeheartedly and vehemently, in a post mortem order where the phenomenon of conscious self-awareness yet survives. Still, some of us neither consider nor believe in anything at all. Perhaps ‘being in the present moment’ does preclude such mental folly as considering life after ‘death,’ and this world’s most spiritual of teachers may be among the strongest believers in non-belief. Nevertheless, the expansive variety of spiritual Operating Systems and their interplay make for prime sustenance for the imagination.
Since people generally don’t have experiences which today would be termed transpersonal, many of us are prone to rely on the testimony of those who’ve had such experiences, or on faith, as it is solicited by religion or cult, organized or otherwise. Then, perhaps each person’s experience is as transpersonal as preferred programming will allow. There’s a lot of “stuff” out there regarding the nature of the afterlife. Some information is “channeled” by beneficent beings who exist outside this realm, some information is relayed to people from friends who’ve passed, and some is personal testimony of transpersonal experience.
Upon meticulous synthesis of all available material on the afterlife (apart from the traditional and drudgingly dogmatic), one can identify common patterns and parallels – the tunnel; the light; seeing friends and loved ones who’d passed previously; lovely places like those of earth but of supremely exquisite beauty; the enlivened and invigorating qualities of vegetation, water, color and sound….
This is a world to which the flesh and its drama are quite alien, and one which apparently has some specific ‘complaints’ about some of our beliefs, misbeliefs, unbelief, attitudes, and behaviors regarding their world that tend to cause a constant unnecessary restructuring of their standard routine of activity. It appears we are that fifty six one hundredths of a percent of creation that makes “heaven” not quite so – nor earth, for that matter! There are many authors, but I refer to a particular one by the name of Rev. George V. Owen. There’s also an interesting site called Afterlife 101.
We share this thing we call the phenomenon of existence in the physical plane. We arrive in shock, naked, vulnerable, peeing on ourselves… as we instinctively react from comparing this new world experience with some “memory” of prior existence. What else might explain such a dramatic response to each first contact with this world? Other species, for some reason, don’t seem to trip nearly as much on being born.
Despite all the initial trauma, however, we soon become rather enthralled with new surroundings, and our hyperactive focus is easily seduced by the most mundane of stimuli. From then on, it’s all pretty much about fitting into this new and exciting environment like a tailor made glove, studying its ways and feeding on the guidance of others. “Speak… now crawl… now walk… and quit peeing on yourself; there are ways around that!” After a while, that “memory” we once had is now but the faintest of an echo.
As we learn and grow and become more and more who we came here to be, our interest and fascination with this world waxes. A maxim is reached, and then a plateau period where all that we’ve come to learn and know has become a part of us as it animates us into more lucid and automatic daily functioning. Then, if we live long enough, we get to where the things and affairs of this world become less and less important (except, of course, for significant emotional bonds and the like). Eventually, we reach that point where we feel in our hearts and souls that we’ve spent sufficient time here, and that it’s appropriate and beneficial to all for us to move on.
In striking figure-8 analogy, we often return to spirit in a state of relative shock, having poured a lifetime of escrow in establishing some things in this world, and perhaps something of a personal image with a built in half life. Having ‘died’ and left all that stuff behind, we face the issue of reacquainting ourselves to the existence from which we all venture.
If we had believed in ‘life’ that there was nothing after ‘death,’ then it seems we’ve got some serious adjusting to deal with right off the bat. And if we had believed in some fabricated drama from the bowels of the text of the twit, there that belief is suspended before us, a foul stench of mist obscuring the absolute reality lying just beyond. We are as children in both worlds. The earth is a Sandbox where we are placed. We don’t really know what this place is or how we got here; we’re just here playing, throwing sand, too often in one another’s eyes. There don’t seem to be any ‘adults’ around supervising us. We can’t see outside the Sandbox, nor do we really want to; there’s nothing out there of immediate concern.
But once outside that Sandbox, the world is infinitely vast. There is so much going on and so much that we’re an integral part of that it is taking the eternity that it is to explore it all. We have super powerful, super light, indestructible ‘bodies’ of light that don’t require any maintenance, and that can move with the ease and speed of thought. It is most certainly a viable ‘world’ quite comparable to this one, and in it we each have a ‘home’ and a ‘life’ that we return to without having missed a beat.
It is as bustling a scene as downtown Manhattan or Tokyo at noon only infinitely more so, and with wonder, vibrancy, and complexity that defy description. When the two worlds are compared, it is clearly evident this world came into existence subsequent to that one (not the reverse). It is modeled, somewhat, after spiritual ‘matter’ which is the progeny of spiritual ‘mind,’ and it is created for specific purpose. As beautiful and as breathtaking as this earth is (and can be), it is an enormously scaled down keepsake in the tidy pocket of an angel on special assignment in a distant corner of reality.
Again, the sandbox does have its purpose. We spend much time and focus in spirit planning out our brief stay here to best benefit from the splendid orders of contrast that it offers. We are presented with contrast so that we can better come to know its ‘opposite’ as fundamental – to learn to choose one mode of behavior over the other.
The mysteries of life do indeed matter both here and in the realm of spirit, and just as here, there are no answers. The vast majority of those in spirit, although much closer to ultimate truth than we, do not come to know it all or if there is even a ceiling to what can be known. What they do know – which we can draw sustaining solace from – is that it’s all good, and it just gets better. But if there’s such a thing as spiritual ass, we temporarily earth bound can be a pain in it for all the damage control necessary on their part to keep us from becoming anchored in hellish crevices of our own making upon leaving earth. Some of us are fairly arrogant as we barge back into spirit thinking we know more about things in general than the average resident. In time we become aware of how little we do know and how much debriefing and catching up we must do.
Arrogance is but one of the many characteristics common to human beings, yet we are quite capable of much kinder and gentler ways – and this is also human. Inhabitants of the spirit realms don’t incur anything resembling issues of mental health that on earth would be treated with antidepressant medication. But what does cause a heaviness of heart to them is to witness how disrespectful we are to everyone and everything including this ball of divine grace that bares and sustains our physical forms.
In keeping in mind that life in human form was conceived in spirit and meant to be the state of the art opportunity for spiritual growth, is it not most prudent for us to live out our earthly lives in such a way as to honor the Feminine as the sacred, life affirming means by which we enter into such noble contract? Can we simple minded earth folk make a difference in allowing heaven to be one hundred percent so, and the earth much closer to it?