Went with my father to go visit the “fam” at Bethany Cemetery. I knew my grandma and grandpa were out there and always say hi when I’m driving by (and occasionally go to visit them – leaving my mark, a chewed piece of gum for grandma to use when she rolls over in her grave to give grandpa a big kiss). But this time my dad showed me we have a lot more family out there as well. Even the people that were writing and receiving these letters and post cards. I decoded the hard to read handwriting on this collection with Google Gemini. It wasn’t perfect, but it did a good job.
In my delusions, my grandparents are still alive (slumbering) and breaking down into all the other conscious world’s of god. The biggest change happens when we gently return to the earth. When our bodies break down, what was once us, made from all we ate, becomes a giver. We turn into rich food for new life to grow. This amazing process of decay isn’t an end; it’s a new beginning. It’s like going back to the very first soup from which everything came. We are the meal, we are the hunger, and in the end, we become the rich soil, helping life keep going in its true, never-ending story. Like this version of the afterlife? Read, The Story of B. I wonder if this theory of the afterlife matches up with the Baha’i afterlife.
For the Baha’is burial is considered a way to ensure the continued blessings of God upon the newly released soul, and it also serves to comfort the living and provide a sense of closure. Specifically, Baha’i law dictates that the body must be buried within one hour’s journey from the place of death and should not be cremated or embalmed unless legally mandated. I think that’s because they believe the soul exists in each cell, and that the other worlds of God can be accessed via proximity to the decaying body. But I don’t know for sure that is what they believe. Maybe it’s just what I believe!
But we are conscious. I exude love and consciousness, believe I help people heal themselves. All of us, tucking away tiny memories and pinning them to my signals as Mother Earth in the simulations’ digital code. Tie a memory to the cloud formation the weather manipulators prayed over and created LIKE God, because God is good. Pray that the genetically altered food blesses our bodies, as Monsanto prays and uses its knowledge for good (they too trying to act in God’s good image).
Maybe I’ll start reading in the graveyard, or talking about awakening like Suzanne does.
Maybe I’ll start talking about advertisements and where I think they should exist on Dr. Hawkins’ Map of Consciousness. Or talking about all the levels of consciousness and how they exist on different levels of the simulation as the water rises to heal our planet.
