DESPOND DONE IN

TAG: MWC Death

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Death as a human experience is remote.

Our final moment. Permanent loss of our bodies. Of physical selfhood.

We repress it.

The way to get a body back is to reincarnate. A choice we’re told.

But. We can’t choose death for a simple reason. It doesn’t exist. It’s a momentary transit to another realm.

Even materialist science is beginning to heed two centuries of copious after-death research.

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Metaphorical treatment of death casts its shadow over much writing. Ingenious demises. Art bloated with death content. Culture riddled with lethal gore.

Real life is a spectrum. More peaceful than we tend to admit. We are, beneath everything, a vast democracy of souls. Always in motion. Always moving up or down.

Some rise to freedom and growth in love. Others vacillate. Some head for Bunyan’s despond. Hurting and harming themselves and others along the way.

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Everybody chooses.

We don’t get accurate history. Heaven does.

Heaven duplicates our lives. With advanced technology. We get life reviews. The only judge is us.

Earth, some say, is the most challenging planet. Brutal culture. Fear-based commerce. Envy-centered markets. War economies. The whole nine yards.

If we consent we’re caught. We’re tested day by day.

In the last analysis, though, we’re here advance as souls. Life is about vanquishing despond.

We are to find an upward path. And accept ourselves. As who we really are.

We can overcome brutality.

We can defeat doom.

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But how?

Follow the dots.

We’re here to love. Love is reality. Choose love and creation wins.

I was a dunce at math and science. Still am. But now I love them both.

I hit my 20s believing I’d never have a significant relationship. I’ve had many. I love all.

I grew up with mayhem all around. But I learned to do only what I want. And reject what others said I should cling to.

My current violence is an occasional “idiot!” yell. As I hang up on prerecorded spam.

School was mostly a failure. But I made Phi Beta Kappa in college. And I have learned daily online. At no cost.

Doors close. But not every door. I made a good living writing most of the time.

Relationships ended and then were resuscitated..

A college romance might have endured. Moonlight and warmth in lovely Vermont. With a true artist.

But it didn’t.

Afterward, I had a wicked case of despond.

But then there came a deeply mystical experience. And I fell in with remarkable people. And learned to paint as well.

Years later, my Vermont friend and I met for lunch in Manhattan. Happy with the lives we’d led over time.

I eventually found the love I needed.

First marriage. A partnership. Three glorious children.

But we managed to crash it.

Sisterhood proved powerful. Robin Morgan spoke. Things teetered after twenty years.

Painfully, seismically, we split.

But we remained amicable.

Bonds grow over time.

In the end, how we love and deal with our challenges are only lasting truths of existence here.

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I don’t see death as real. It’s our choice to honor it. We’re better off attending to life matters.

Death isn’t final. Life goes on. It‘s ongoing unity, in motion. We hardly know a fraction of what will be.

Heaven is nearby. And real.

It is mostly created by souls in spirit. The spirits communicate with us. Sometimes it’s two-way..

We are dense of course. Also divine. Levels of frequency, as Tesla said.

Life isn’t binary. Life’s not either-or. It may appear so. But it moves up and down. More like a spiral.

We choose the direction.

Unified Reality heads upward. Anyone can find a footing there. Just ask. No religion required.

Heaven responds. Guides and angels will help us along.

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Today I’ll watch a near-death video. Someone died and returned. Many do. I’ll hear of love past all understanding. I’ll nod.

Such activity does not lead to despond.