Whoa, there… I slept pretty late today. It is after the ninth hour! Quick! I will miss the bus of the day if I don’t hurry it up a bit. When I woke, it was to a groggy sensation of dreams being wisps that are vacuumed up by the switched on fan of a new day. You can see the little buggers and the memory of them being whisked away, one little misty puff and gone… What were they? I know they were around, I felt them, I lived in them, they were real. I know I had been dreaming intense because I was relieved and relaxed by waking up. What happened? What did I just barely escape?
This is my theory about death. When you die, no matter the method, those around you in this world will see your last breath. They will cry and carry on something awful. Some of them will say, “Gone…too soon!” Some of the folks will secretly say, “…and good riddance – what a pest!” Some will say, “Dammit! He owes me money!” Some of the people will be worker people and they will be charged with carrying your remains off for disposal or draining your essential fluids and cleaning everything up. You will be oblivious to the cold steel table and will appear to be quite comfortable with no pillow and with steel things being jabbed into you. You won’t even flinch.
You won’t know all of that is happening. It will be in your old world. You will come to in the next world. Your last world will be wisps of dreams, being vacuumed up by the fan of the new day. Your next world will be waiting and you will be ready, believing that you are just waking up. Yawn, stretch…”wow, honey..I had the strangest dream!” you will say. “It was pretty creepy. All I can remember is, I was lying on a cold steel table! Whoo-hoo, I get a chill just thinking about it but I feel rested.”
Perhaps waking into the next world will be as one wakes in a hospital, with the realization that your left leg has disappeared to the bone saw. “We couldn’t save it,” the doctor says. “The PT folks will be in to visit and explain how you will be getting along now. Things are going to be very different for you but you have been one lucky guy!” The fact will be that you were BASE jumping in the life before and had thwacked into something very immovable. You will only have wisped memories of that. The little wisps will float up and away. You will carry on the best you can with your missing leg, not knowing how lucky you truly have been.
That is living and dying. Nothing more than waking up, going about your business, falling asleep, waking up in another world again. So, it is nothing to be afraid of. It continues forever, there is no end and was no beginning. We are locked into it but it won’t hurt us. It is true that we will be hurt in our waking life, sometimes so badly that it will send us into our sleeping life in a big hurry. This will happen from time to time. It is called a ‘day-mare’. In our sleeping lives we will be suddenly thrust into the waking life, sweating and fearful. That is called a ‘night-mare’. The day and night mares only happen once in a while. Sometimes, you actually remember them. Sometimes, you can’t forget. When that happens, it is called a ‘sign’. Like from God. It’s ok. It is only God saying, “See how the whole thing works?” You can see it, briefly, then. Since this is too much news, God won’t let you see it all the time. As they say, “God won’t give you anything you cannot handle.” It’s true.
If a thing is pretty darn bad, you will wake up or fall asleep, just in time. If a thing is pretty darn good, the same process occurs. This goes on forever. That is the way of it. Science and God are just ideas to explain the whole bit. I have felt enough ‘signs’ to understand this now. So. It gives me an idea. I shall dive into living like a fully awake BASE jumper. You should do that, too. Feel the wind, feel the speed, relish it. The thwacks are always there and will catch up with you one day. It won’t hurt very long before you end up in the next world. It’s cool. There is always another day’s jump ahead of us. One jump ahead for each one behind. We will be off and jumping while the world of yesterday’s lifeless body gets carted over to the heap.
The folks who say, “It’s all good.” are quite correct. I would go one step further and say, “It’s perfect.” I say that each day when they hand me my tea and bagel at Starbucks. That’s where I am headed now. MMMM
Robert On The Air 