THE TRAIN STATION (where you go when you die -I DIED AND GOT MY MEMORY BACK–again)

(THE BEST THOUGHT IS THE LAST LINE AT THE END + the footnote).

Right after I died it wasn’t like an information dump where one minute I knew only the life I had just died in and exited and then suddenly I knew all my past lives, but rather, I just knew all my lives, and the latest was just, well, the latest. It was an awareness, nothing more, and I was not curious because it was like all those lives where an integral part of me and I didn’t give them a thought because what I was really interested in is, “What’s next?”

I wasn’t even curious about my current status of being in-between-lives; that was “old hat”, like being at a train station, again, waiting to depart. The hotdogs were good.

Before I go on I should go back to before I died. I was 86, and my body sucked. I felt like a prisoner with nothing to do because my body wouldn’t let me do what my mind wanted, however, since that life was the only life where I had ever been that old and decrepit, I actually enjoyed the experience in a pain-in-the-ass kind of way.

Everyday of being old I marveled that my body didn’t just keel over and die. I kept feeding it health-foods: Coffee, cigarettes, Hickery smoked ribs, Sloppy Joe’s, Ding Dongs and all the kids sugar-bomb cereals (with Half-Half....not 1% milk) and of course lots of ice-cream with chocolate, caramel pineapple topping and whip-cream. I was totally into health foods and my body didn’t appreciate it one bit, so I went on a water and red grape diet for 45 days and though my body appreciated it, my mind fought me the whole way–it was war to the end, and the end didn’t come until I was 96. What the hell was I thinking?

When you wake up in this life and realize every life is just a matrix of experiences, it might be better not to wake up in a life because the “ZING” is gone the moment you do. But on the bright-side, gone also is fear, stress, anxiety, regret and all those other emotionally painful self-induced traumas.

I woke-up when I was fifty, though I had been barely snoozing since I was fourteen, because even back then I suspected life was just a game, a play, a movie, and things only mattered if you thought they mattered, and mostly they didn’t matter to me...mostly I just didn’t care....whatever happened, happens...THAT’S LIFE....move on....get over it...go for the next adventure, which brings me back to the train station awaiting my departure.

I kinda figured there’d be an interview, or something like a life-review before I board the train (which is what were told here by some people) but there isn’t (it takes a little time for your mind to release the energy of your most current past life...it’s like being in a stupor...but it passes). Instead of an interview it’s more like an automated instantaneous rush of knowing the effect of all things you caused (which momentarily shot-circuits the present moment with all the past feelings–good and bad–you conjured up in others. When you suffer other people’s and animal’s and “everything else’s” responses to your thoughts, emotions and actions, it’s overwhelming, and educational, but not in a condemning way). The conductor punched my ticket and I got on board fully knowing where I was going.

There was no thinking about where I was going, it was feelings. I was going to my next life automatically. It was a combined feeling of comfort and discomfort, married and combined and intertwined in such a way that I knew it was exactly what I wanted, and needed, and that’s when I got off the train and walked back into the station and got another hotdog. I needed some time to think, and I had a lot of questions this time.

FOOTNOTE

We are only on earth to gather more resources for our imaginations in order to expand our imagined realities. We only enter the physical to gain a more concrete knowledge and understanding which then helps us increase our capacity to envision and imagine more and better and ever more exciting adventures in imagination. Imagination is really all there is. Small imaginations are the result of few resources. Large imaginations have many resources to contrast, configure and reconfigure. And all that’s really saying is, you are here to expand your consciousness in order to enjoy more fully your consciousness.

Either that or you are here at the whim of a “God” who you better obey or he’ll screw with you until you do....in which case, welcome to eternal hell-fire and damnation.