Life, What Is It But A Dream?
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poliphiloMy 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.
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.
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Date: 2010-08-17 03:15 pm (UTC)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. :-)