Would you choose everlasting life on Planet Earth in, say, a healthy and fit 21-year-old version of your current body? That would mean working five days or nights a week, a couple of days off and annual vacations, for eternity . . .
Or do you see the process of life and death, and perhaps life and death again, and again and again, as stepping stones to greater things in the spiritual sky, i.e. “In my father’s house are many mansions.”
Or, does the idea of the Big Sleep appeal to you, as in “When the music’s over, turn out the lights . . .”?
Yes, I’m getting a bit metaphysical on you this morning. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about loved ones and friends who have passed on. I’m peeved off because I haven’t heard a peep out of them since they departed — no ghostly visits, no messages from beyond the veil. I shouldn’t be upset, because my Theosophical teachers have written that the spirit in most cases journeys on after death — it doesn’t hang around to contact the mortals it left behind. And it probably couldn’t contact us even if it wanted to. Still, I am disappointed . . .
Thing is, even though I do believe in reincarnation, and that the spirit is immortal, beyond time and death, I think I might choose the aforementioned everlasting life on Planet Earth option, if it were presented to me today, even though Earth is no paradise. Indeed, some might consider it to be hell, compared to the other realms awaiting us when we have evolved enough to be there . . .
I dunno . . . am just thinking, as harvest time approaches.
What say you?
I have only come late in life to appreciate my existence just as the body starts to show signs of wearing out…
The human mind trapped in a delicate skin-full of offal does not seem like the ultimate design by an omnipotent being.
My hope is that this is a onetime thing and the aches and pains stop for the rest of eternity. None of my friends have made any attempt to get in touch either.
What I believe : you die. The body rots and feeds worms. You’re not there to know or feel it. There’s no soul, spirit nor anima : everything just disappears. I’ve always felt that the bald monkeys humans are were amazingly full of themselves about this afterlife thing. We are not important. We are not special. We are not amazingly beautiful snowflakes. We’re just pile of proteins that spend a handful of years running in circles screaming like headless ducks.
Amen to that. And I wouldn’t want to live eternally, especially not with a 9 to 5 job. Routine already seems eternal (and eternally boring)! I’ll pass thanks.
Oh god no. The way the earth is going, I don’t want to see it’s decay. And to be honest I’m not fussed about hanging around forever. I’d rather be really healthy and happy for 30 years than struggle on into my 80s
I fear the unkown.. here on earth, good or bad, I know what to expect.. a 21 year old body? woweeee.. sounds good to me.. as for working??? 5 days? etc? If it’s in MUSIC? I’m IN BABYYYYYYY.. I miss those days!!! sigh…
I like the idea expressed in the book “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” One day you are met by a couple of bright gulls, and just fly into heaven. But heaven is just a higher level of school with things to learn as we head toward the ultimate goal of perfection.
Life on this world seems pretty meaningless. We wake. We work. We eat. We sleep. I guess that occasionally we get to take a vacation, to see and experience the beauty of this creation. I would not mind sticking around for an eternity if there were more vacations and less work! More time for naturist relaxation would be nice too.
By the way, it is still warm in Texas.