Life, What Is It But A Dream?

[poliphilo]

My daughter woke up one morning laughing her head off because she'd remembered that life on earth is just one big game of let's pretend.

I've never had a revelation quite like that, but I've had dreams in which I could fly, or in which I returned to the old homestead and knew- just knew- that this was the true reality.

We are spirits- and we pass into incarnation on a regular basis to pursue our education- or maybe just for fun. The self is a suit of clothes.

I was reading an article in a newspaper yesterday which deplored the fact that we go through life hardly ever thinking about death. We? Who exactly is this "we"? I think about death all the time.

Comments

[lily.livejournal.com]

Being born and raised up in a predominantly Catholic country we have been taught that what comes after is either hell or heaven depending on what you did while still alive. So it's sort of like a choice between black or white with no gray area in between. Then when I reached my teens I came to meet the baptist, protestants and the born again Christians to learn that it's by the grace of God or Jesus Christ and not your good deeds that is going to save you from going to hell and get you to heaven. Then in my adulthood I came across the atheists who told me that there is no God and that when you die it's just that...you're gone and you don't exist anymore and that there is no heaven or hell. So it's one hell of a confusion for me as to what really comes after. Wouldn't it be nice if what comes after is like a beautiful dream where every wish you make can be granted and so in death you get your happily ever after. I think I like my version more. :)

Lili

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

All those Christian groups use the threat or promise of an afterlife to keep people in line.

I think your idea is nearer the truth.

[wlotus.livejournal.com]

I like your version more, too.

My favorite uncle recently died. His death was sudden, and since he lived alone, his body was not discovered for a few weeks. I wonder what that was like for him, and I wish I could ask him. I keep thinking of movies where the person leaves their body and walks around for a bit, and I wonder if that is what it was like for him. "Man, that was strange...what the...woah, that's me laying there!" I could imagine him saying. :-)