“I love to hear those convicts squeal
It’s a shame these slugs ain’t real
But we can’t have dancin’ at the local county jail”
From Rubber Bullets by 10cc (Godley, Crème, Gouldman 1973)
Another surreal adventure beckons…
What do we know about the (good bit of, not the “lower astral”) spirit world? Paradise, the absence of earthly highs and lows, no wailing and gnashing of teeth, wisdom, a place of learning, inhabitants unencumbered by a body, permanently temperate weather, no wars, violence, Harvey Epstein, Brian Weinstein, lies and deception..?
But is there celebration “up there” when things go well “down here” or sadness when they don’t? And where is their focus, is it not in the moment, is it not Nosso Lar itself? Do they have elections?
Can we have dancin’ at the non-local Celestial spa?
Having considered these questions for many years, lived with and shared a fair amount of my time with those having a foot in this world and the next I’m still intrigued.
There is a time in most people’s lives, no doubt some research has been done on this, when “continuation day” (© Neale Donald Walsch) enters one’s consciousness. After birth, the most momentous step in everyone’s life, perhaps excluding Brexit. I knew someone a few years ago, Tony Roeber, he was in his 80’s, still exceptionally articulate and intelligent, his body wasn’t ready to give up, but he was genuinely looking forward to passing. At his funeral it was obvious he had the most incredible life but it was not without huge challenges. So was his perception of the afterlife, it could only be positive, such that it drew him in as opposed to his wanting to let go of any grief and trauma from this life? Or after 80 years was boredom the motivator?
There are quite a few of my friends and family now in spirit, another factor as we approach the evening of our lives. So it won’t be lonely there, Anne and Vanessa, Anne’s parents, Vanessa’s parents, my parents (three of them), Vanessa’s brother and uncle. To that add grandparents, aunts and uncles, close friends and companion animals. And brothers and sisters that didn’t make it.
“Down here” we are conditioned by our five senses. In writing this piece I might think I’m “informed” by the spirit world-I do-but it is relatively easy to write.
Do we “rage against the dying of the light?” Or carry on as if we were 20 and felt immortal? When do we blow our savings (if we are fortunate to have any) or hang on to them for a decreasing number of rainy days? It’s a bit like eating curry. If we get the rice/sauce proportions wrong, and haven’t ordered a Naan bread, then we can end up with dry rice on our plate or sauce that falls through our fork.
What about our legacy? Surely most of us want to leave the world a better place through our having been in it? For those with children most of that has potentially been done. I’m wondering if we could have some kind of posing-free Celestial X factor when those with the greatest legacy get the greatest acclaim. Hold on though, surely the afterlife is a place devoid of competition and obsessing what the hosts look like? Maybe the real heroes in Nosso Lar are the ones we call unsung here.
In writing a will it is reassuring to know those who we want to benefit from what we have acquired in this life do so. But I bet-let’s assume there are some tensions in Paradise-many who have passed “look down” with despair when arguments rage amongst their families about money and possessions.
The more you think about it, it might take more preparation than you had imagined as you approach the fateful day. But help is at hand. Maybe the self-fulfilling, condemnatory prophecies inflicted on us by the medical profession, “you have two years to live”, have merit after all. Like booking a trip abroad, at least you know the timescale to “get your affairs in order.”
Whilst all this may be challenging, it needn’t be depressing. Bucket lists, letting go of what people think, enjoying life, “going for it”, a “backstop”, and (sorry it’s that word again) “Brexit” free zone, being even kinder to all sentient beings and true intimacy in all its forms can balance the scales nicely.
Lately I have heard many people say that we don’t need to leave the earth plane to experience heaven or hell. We can all conjure up images and feelings about these polarised concepts. Maybe it’s time for another TV programme in which the public votes for the most popular heaven and the most feared hell. Gallows humour tends to gloss over the living hell that millions of our brothers and sisters on this planet experience daily. Pause while your creative juices are given free rein…
I’m going to leave the last words with Princess Diana, again from In the Stillness Everything Happens:
“And when things do go a little bit wrong just trust in us, we will be there. Because they don’t ‘go wrong’, they just show you another way.”
“Once you start again to connect with your source, to your giver of life, things will start to go on the right path for you.”
Your greatest legacy was being born, and being part of the grand scheme of things.
As always, love and blessings to you all. Jack Stewart, October 29, 2019. I suspect you’ve guessed the song.
I should have definitely ordered a chapatti, a cheaper option to Naan and it would have taken up any slack. Just its mere presence may have influenced negotiating the rice/sauce balance. Or mixed the lot together first. Or eaten fish and chips.