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

[ibid.livejournal.com]

I suspect most people deliberately try and avoid thinking about it, in our post Christian society people are afraid of a void (as i admit I am a little) or they are afraid of some sort of judgement and then eternity.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you're right, but it's a mindset I barely understand. If I'm confronted with a mystery- whether it's what happens after death or UFOs or crop circles or whatever- my instinct is to run full tilt towards it.