I realize that I’m a few days behind in posting on time. Due to major back pain, I’ve not been able to sit at the computer for any length of time. In fact, after work, I’ve been going right to bed and resting.
However, I’m slowly getting better. I’ve been going to the massage place every three days and getting worked on. Here’s hoping that I recover fully and soon.
Today’s topic is due to last night’s discussion during lessons. Somehow in the midst of learning about the Air element, we got on to talking about death and our believe system. Because it wasn’t the time, I held back a lot of what was going through my mind. I figured that I would write about it, so I am now going to do just that.
The first thing that I want to say right off the bat is that I do believe in reincarnation. I have thought about this for good number of years, and I feel that we are here to learn things in life. Each life is a different ‘class’. You may need to learn certain things and will keep repeating a lesson until you do. I also hold loosely to the fact that life is a dream, and that when we die, we are actually are awaken to our true selves. Life is a sort of hell/purgatory and you can only learn and grow if you go through life. Also, I am slowly embracing that there are many worlds and different realms that we end up on (or that we come from) . I realize how far fetched and fantastic this sounds. There are entire mythologies around the world that had to have started from somewhere. Perhaps, people remember snippets of such fantastic creatures such as satyrs, pheonixes, vampires, or faeries?
I realize that a lot of people have ‘old souls’, meaning people who’ve been reincarnated many times. I also realize that there is a fresh new wave of ‘new souls’ that are now here, and more are still coming. My knowledge is slim, but I know that there are the Indigos (which I believe I may be one) and then there are the Crystal and the newly-termed Rainbow children. It seems that there is a rash of new souls coming, almost as if they’re paving the way for humanity’s change. However, that is slightly off-topic and I want to focus on Death. There are guides, spirit helpers, angels, whatever you call them, to help out people throughout this life.
I also believe that there is a Summerland, a heaven, an Afterlife. There is no Hell. There is an abundance of joy and happiness, a calm sense of peace one never fully feels until they die. Everybody who has passed on before you is there. Your pets are there, among with all the animals that have passed on. It’s a beautiful place. In my mind, it’s always Summer, the perfect temperature.
Going back to reincarnation, I feel that you can become a plant, an animal, as well as a person. I’m not to sure about rocks and other inanimate nature-objects yet. But, to quote Pocahontas:
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name’
Now, I admit that because a lot of religions profess reincarnation as a belief, it doesn’t necessary mean it’s true. When one looks inside onself for a good long while, they begin to admit that it’s a very scary idea that once we die, that’s it. That’s all she wrote. Good bye, the end, etc. Maybe we all feel better about ourselves because we believe in this living after dying stuff. I know that when I start thinking that maybe there isn’t a god, and how we’re all just an accident that happened by sheer chance because of evolution, I feel very alone and scared. It just seems to me that too many people remember past lives through dreams, visions, soul quests, hypnosis or just plain remembering. Is it all just a world-wide hoax, a mass affect that has spread from continent to continent. Skeptics will have proof from various studies, showing that due to the boom of the sudden interest, everybody was remembering the ‘bright light at the end of a long dark tunnel’. Perhaps this is a symptom due to the popularity and easy access of books that sprang up on the subject. However, I am certainly not a good theologist or a philosopher of any sort, but it’s worth pondering about.
Now, I realize that I’ve talked a lot about reincarnation, so I’ll bring this round to the topic at hand. Death, to me, is just another adventure. You are born, you live, you die. It happens to everybody. Nobody is immune to it. It’s a part of life, it’s natural. I have never understood why people shun the topic of death. I’ve always been fascinated with it. I’m not scared of death. (It’s how I’ll die that frightens me.) Death is an old friend, waiting patiently for my return. I like the fact that the Mexican’s celebrate death instead of being afraid of it. If you look at pictures of Día de los Muertos, you will see that honouring the dead can be a happy time. Sugar skulls, bright colours, grinning skeletons in fancy attire, what’s not to love?
Emperor, your sword won’t help you out
Sceptre and crown are worthless here
I’ve taken you by the hand
For you must come to my dance