Or expect “quantum chaos” and be pleasantly surprised.
“…my feet move through foamy waters, my soul to every far away star in the galaxies…”
There was a great religious man, and he forbade his people the listening of music. Music is a beautiful celebration of man’s voice in the universe, longing to be heard. Embracing this quality does not make one weak, rather, it transcends all earthly bonds and takes your breath away… and for that instant you have touched that understanding that so many would seek to obscure. I applaud beauty and inner peace, achieved in most any fashion, as remarkable. I contend that you could sidestep the whole conflict by simply entering the stream. All at once, you feel very small.
My greatest weakness is fear of physical pain. Logically I know I can transcend it. It appears there is some measure of protection in most cases. There is always that point where you are clearly not where you were. And from all accounts, this is the point where the first impression is critically important… what you do not want to see is any type of dark or divesting entity, because it will most certainly be exhibiting exactly the type of images you never want to re-live.
If the human perseption of polarities is a simple feature of the hologram theory, then in actuality there is most definitely a darker side where most persons do not go, many want to remain ignorant of, and some will not survive.
I like the story of the guy who went to heaven only to be found later sitting in a smokey room playing cards somewhere. Or the one about the guy who went on a permanent fishing vacation. If I get to put in my request, I’d like go to the Rocky Mountains, not too far up, with a good dog and a horse.
All the modern paranormal shows have reached a certain concensus. There is measureable activity and it appears to have intelligence. Some may be able to perceive an actual image, at times. But again, I ask the question. What is the point? It’s certainly not necessary and its playing with fire. I’ve seen animals in terrible shock and pain. Animals that I loved. And I’ve seen some animals that will hardly make a sound. That tells me you can ride it out, no matter the physical pain, because here’s something to support the idea of faith: There is a growing body of evidence to show that one dimension has the capability to interact with the other through the use of breaks in the energy field, some sort of access to the other side. In my best estimations, these are the troubled spirits of troubled people, the ones who will purposely participate in cross-dimensional interractions in real time, our time, the only place time is actually measured, for their very own purely selfish and sometimes victim-based reasoning. Perhaps to even some score, to finally broadcast some long harbored injustice.
At some point every one of us is released and that line, or barrier is breached. There should be no looking back. No unnatural means to retrieve my soul back into my broken body will be tolerated. All those people who have danced on the edge and returned seem to be unsettled, no matter how hard they insist that they are forever changed, they’ve reached some sort of state of equinimity.
It clearly doesn’t matter at this point, what you think about the situation. It seems altogether likely that if things don’t quite add up right, there could be some delays with your transit pass. Interestingly, some people tell stories about instant joy, freedom from any kind of worry, any kind of pain. If this happens, I would probably be overjoyed too. Simply enter the stream.
Conversely, there are many challenging and rewarding exercises we can engage in as we travel the path of the human condition. Incidently, the exciting field of the paranormal may have hit the proverbial high point, and high drama with great technology will soon become empty and passe. The impact of their good deeds for those already passed is questionable at best. But then troubled spirits may well be just as tedious and unreasonable as they were in real life. We’re over it.
So thanks to paranormal investigations that are broadcast, it would seem that the afterlife can be just as messed up and complicated as things are around here. I’m sorry I don’t really want to leave my comfortable and happy life. I refuse to cooperate. But when the deed is done, let me go, for goodness sake. Just let me go.
I am finally of the opinion that everything will be fine. That measure of protection that seems to be in place is highly appreciated. I can work with that. I think all the happiness and wonder I feel in this life has to translate to the next in some like manner. I don’t need to parlay with restless spirits or battle with demons. If I ever find myself in such straits, I will dispatch the offending presence, just as I do and have done on this plane. There is no doubt of unimaginable chaos and things beyond reason and comprehension. The drama queens of television have played on this prepice since the days of The Twilight Zone. I just simply choose to ignore the unsavory and engage myself in the making of fanciful tales of adventure and romance.
This modern world is great in so many ways, but my heyday was much simpler. We just didn’t know so much. The fine line between reality and imagination was still in place. At least we thought.
I like what the late great George Carlin says in the movie Jersey Girl: “The sun even shines on a dog’s ass sometimes.” I like to look on the bright side of things! I really like George Carlin.
“…and the wild incessant twanging of the sitars takes hold with the drums and we rock, and dance to the silver sparking from our fingers…” and when the music stops, we freeze. And all you hear in that second is the crackling of the fire on the beach under the blessed moonlight.” Magic!
Early spring meditation 2012