A Garden Writers’ Prompt
Three Times Out
A Letter About Death
Dear Ones,
Imagine I died twice already, or nearly have, and so there are things I know. Third time is probably the last of them, and it may be tomorrow since a surgery is very, very testy. I wanted you to know that I’m not frightened about dying, and I know we’ll be together again sooner than I am even aware.
Time runs differently after this life. Whereas here every minute counts and we are aware of the future, the present and the past, there it all converges so that time is more like a ball where we play differently, or dance in and out of experience without beginning or end. How can I explain this?
You know those spirographs games? You take one of the flat plastic discs inside of another main circle and you put a pen inside the inner disc and start pushing the disc around the circle, creating a pattern with your pen. It is like a star pattern around the earth that we know through science exists. As the pattern begins to appear it is like when you see Venus has five points where it hits the outer circle of its own orbit above us. That pattern, happening over and over again, becomes like a rose of many petals.
Those petals may represent the five major choices we make in life that become our pattern and the many spirals become all the different possibilities of those choices. In the third dimension, we may be only aware of one at a time, but all of our choices are lived out beginning with the five major choices.
However, they are FLAT, 2 dimensional depending where we are in our perception. If we are lucky, we begin to perceive the 3rd dimension and rise and fall of different petals in that experience of choices, like ocean waves. This is seen from the fourth dimension.
When we die from the third/fourth dimension, we complete the rising and falling waves of the life here and we enter the 5th dimension of complete connections of all the choices, like a smooth round ball constantly rolling all over the place. Spiraling still in our own pattern with billions or more possiblities.
Time becomes imperceptible but experience continues and I am connected with all of the planes here in the 3rd dimension and add what we don’t perceive even in our 3rd dimension wave. We can be anywhere in less than split seconds, we can stay. We can wander with purpose, or we can rest. We can taste and sleep. We can hear what we couldn’t hear before. We can see colors that we were blind to in the 3rd dimension. We are together in joy even when we consider depths and darkness to last less than a moment because we roll now. There are more dimensions after the fifth, but why go there yet?
If I must say good-bye tomorrow, then I will see you immediately when you leave the 3rd dimension and we will celebrate and connect even more completely as our bubbles merge. To me it will be a snap, not any time at all.
Don’t worry where I am. Enjoy this experience. Plant the nourishment of my ashes under a tree somewhere you love, and make sure to water it because I will check on it and see it grow. (That’s what is left of the guilt trip I can leave behind.) This 3D experience is one we train for over eons of experience, kind of like karma. We convince ourselves that space and time exist and we are tested so many lifetimes here to see if we can pass through it and always we get to return to more freedom and choose if we want to give it another go, but I have the feeling there is a long line to get in, so it is special. Enjoy your life. Enjoy this world of time and space.
This writers prompt, from our Wordsmiths’ Weekly, was “what words would you write if you knew you had only 24 hours to live?” All Medium writers are welcome to join us.
