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An essay by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend,
What Comes Next?
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha'Tara]
...Or, as said in the conclusion of Pleasantville, the movie, when everything has been revolutionized, "What happens now?"
I'm retired now and it allows me some time to look back over the path I walked to get here. Well, some parts of that path were walked by those who carried me, but whatever, I'm now "here" in time. How do I feel about this place? I have no axe to grind so I think I can answer that question quite honestly: this is a good place. I'm glad to be here. Almost satisfied.
Almost. I don't mean by that, that I'd like to go back and do things differently: of course I would. But that's beside the point, I know it won't happen - it could, nothing is impossible - but it won't because I would choose not to, I don't need to go back and close gates or fill in potholes. That's for others to do now. What I mean by almost satisfied is simply this, tied in to the question, "What comes next?" I want to know and I can't know until that "next" happens. What's the "next" when you're almost seventy and you've lived life to the fullest you could possible live? Logically, that would be death.
I've always thought of death as a challenge, a hurdle to be jumped. Death, as in termination of one's physical self, is not a pleasant thing to look at in the eyes. That part of death is rather ugly, I think. Things lurk there, things that have been waiting all of your life to claim you when you exit the body and enter that in-between world. I know I've met these things, these "monsters" before and I got through it somehow. Sometimes the monsters got me and sometimes I tricked them, but I got through eventually. I escaped, or was rescued. It's good to know that when you revert to a pure mind being, you recall what this life has so carefully veiled, and you become much more resourceful.
That of course is speaking only for those who have made an honest and deliberate attempt to understand death, and what comes after. Those who die with no idea whether they are still "real" or not, well, they're completely at the mercy of what's out there. They have no training, no resources, to deal with their new state. I'm not writing this for those types - there is no help, no warning, no explanation, that can work for those blind minds. As for those who die a religious death, for them it's simple: what they believe is what they will create in their minds. It's what they'll see, of course. The play will follow the script, until the script ends - then well, it's back to the wheel again, no remembrance, no awareness and everything will seem as if it is all happening for the first time. That's not so bad, if you were a fundamentalist Christian and you find yourself born in a Taliban household, the adaptation should be easy.
I "know" things now that I did not know before. I know it is possible to die and retain control over your direction, destiny and purpose. Your purpose, if properly expressed in your mind, carries over through any number of reincarnations. Oops, explanation required here. Someone will ask, what about that in-between time? What are you then? I've asked that question, and now I think I know. A self-empowered individual has the power of choice over the greater things hidden from less evolved beings who continue to rely upon teachers, gurus, leaders and gods to make choices for them. There is no actual "in-between" life for the more evolved, except as touched upon above: during the crossing. You simply re-incarnate.
While more and more people realize that the Jesus story is an invented myth cobbled from a number of previous pagan beliefs and myths, every myth has an element of truth - even if that truth applies, not to the mythological character, but to our history, our "who we are" in the cosmos. Everyone of us is a "superman" or a "wonder woman" but as long as we focus on the mythological character as the real thing, we can't see ourselves, and hold ourselves, in the drama. Children can, but that is quickly extracted out of them so they can lead "normal" lives.
Back to Jesus, and this being the day between "good" Friday and Easter Sunday, it is a good time to talk about this, that it is claimed Jesus rose bodily from the dead after three days "in between" incarnations. If we posit that Jesus was an avatar, a more mentally/spiritually evolved Earthian, then that explains his rather unusual feat. He did what any evolved being can do: beat the demons at the crossing (it is written that he went and spoke to the souls in hell during that hiatus) and reincarnated himself. If we accept that just for the sake of the argument, all I can say is that it's true , except he broke a rule by reincarnating on the same world he had died on, and among the same people who actually knew him. And he was real. He ate and they touched him. He wasn't a phantom or ghost.
Discounting the strictly Christian interpretations about universal suffrage from sin and all the rest - that being a religious affair - I see that the Jesus story does lend credence to reincarnation and my claim that for the evolved mind, the death-claim or crossing, is of very short duration. But to so quickly reincarnate, doesn't one have to have a clear concept of what she or he, will be upon reincarnation? In what body, what state, what place, and with what purpose? And that's the key: the purpose. It's purpose that fuels the avatar, the evolved mind. The purpose is the passport that opens the doors to irrevocable transformative change - after the crossing, not before.
For me, at this stage of my physical life, having reached this place of bliss, of completion, that is what comes next: the next step in my purpose; a purpose that I set up for myself many years ago and that has become clearer, solidifying with each passing year. Not without some trepidation, even with some excitement, and no regrets upon leaving this particular world, I am ready for the crossing. A good time for what comes next, as my exit would not unduly inconvenience many people.
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In Lieu Authority Review(s) Bullshit Is:
Logic Leads To Just That Logic---Until You Do
Die And If He (God) Lets You Come Back Into This
Evil World--PLEASE Do TELL Me YOUR Story--
Passing Out, Getting Caught Knocked Out Storm Drain,
Amnesia, Your Own Beliefs DO Not COUNT As DEATH!
I Have To ASK: Just Where In This Holy Hell Do Any
Of You Think You Came From---Ohhh, You Musta Been
Shit Out Of Frying Pan In Sky--You Don't Believe
In (God)Or Even Superior Being!!
Really What The F--k Comes Next!?
TRASK...
As a rather hard science guy, I view the consciousness thought process, the mind (some call it the soul), to be part of the living brain. We know little about how the brain works, hence the mystery that has come down through the ages about what happens to our mind when our body dies. What we do know is that the living brain is very active chemically and electrically, and all this combined creates our conscious mind that only goes away for periods when we sleep (not when we dream). Therefore, when the brain no longer has life-giving oxygen and blood flow, the chemical processes shut down into a state known as being "brain-dead." All that wonderful thinking that started in our mother's womb from her spark that we couldn't even remember until we were at least one-year-old, is simply gone, along with the brain that housed it.
But, as wishful thinking myth and your higher thinking conclusions would have it, somehow this brain activity we call the mind or the soul "transitions" to some other state. While it is wishful thinking to be reincarnated, and the universe is stranger than our feeble minds can contemplate, unless our organs are transplanted (brains have not been transplanted yet), no part of our genetic material or thinking becomes anything other than the base ingredients of our bodies and organs, including our brains, through a perpetual process of deterioration, reforming in other plants and animals, and live on that way without our glorious conscience that we feel is so important that it needs to continue after us.
Along with my passing of little consequence, the only thing left will be this body of work that I hope will hang around the cloud for long enough for people to come to their senses and quit believing bull shit.
Ron
just flow and glow...in between stands love and love aline..
:)
Love ya!
Jane