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Journey into Thoughts on Afterlife
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Journey into Thoughts on Afterlife |
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WindWalker12 Member
since 2009-10-17
Posts 57 |
My goal was to walk the high mountains that day so I passed through forests of poplars and birches eagerly shedding their golds and browns in anticipation of Winter and avalanches of branch-breaking freezing snows not so far away. I observed their leaves fall to the ground, and pondered this unalterable fact: that such an act has been performed for uncounted years in these un-humanly quiet places. As I walked through these valleys of harsh shadows it became inevitable I'd think of my own life, a life well advanced and no going back, the past now a silent memory, most of it lost already. So to the future I must look: and what is that? I've heard the theories, and seen many a face imbued with its belief of heaven and of hell. Safe beliefs, I thought, provided by Religion to suck membership, money and common sense from the frightened, the foolish, the unwary (and of those icebergs I've always prided myself I could steer clear). Alone but for the wind and death rattle of a thousand falling leaves scraping algae-speckled bark I consider this future, this possibility, this thought: Do we have existence of a kind, a future beyond this one physical passage? Can one know for certain? I heard towhees and varied thrushes scratching for their food in the underbrush: What do they think, I began to wonder? Easy it would be to dismiss the idea they'd have thoughts on the matter, being but dumb animals and all that, and I a member of the Master Race after all. But I'm the only one here, and this is their world so maybe the scale is tipped back in their favor and I'm the one who lacks understanding. I stopped my headlong rush up the rocky trail, to sit on a rotting stump and to listen. Avian chittering, scratch of leaves and moan of wind in denuded branches is the language of the message I must hear, translate, understand. It's not easy, being a brainwashed Earthian humanoid to hear what the world of nature would teach, but not impossible, for after all, we are endowed with a universal translator. I won't say; I cannot tell, what I heard and what I came to understand there, in the chill shadows of hulking grey mountains under the veined, harsh blue sky of Autumn: birds, leaves and swaying trees did their best to explain, I'm not complaining. I did get it. I did not continue on my hike that day, nor since. Instead I heeded the call to return to my own world, to the city, the man-made mountains and crawling streets and see if there I could find a connection, fit in, just like the birds, leaves, trees and wind fit out there beside the trails to the high places. For my thought was this, and so remains: if I cannot fit in my own man-made world however permeated with assured madness how can I match myself to any kind of future? You reap what you sow and as below, so above go the sayings, and do we not know, are we not taught, the certainty of this? |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
a most pleasant surprise indeed ... to see you here again along these blue sands of 'P.I.P.-land' by the cyber-sea. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
After all is said and done the Bible does say "Whosoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved." and that's a free gift from God given by his love and grace...and God Shall Save you if you receive his Son Jesus...now that's an afterlife to look forward to...James |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
ty for sharing this internal trip, enjoyed the ponder! ~d Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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