Things To Do When We’re Dead.
It seems dying isn’t so much the end as the beginning.
“My only fear is coming back reincarnated.” Tupac Shakur
Socrates once said that energy is separate from matter, and the universe is pure energy. Since nobody understood what energy was at the time — or cared, really — they put Socrates in prison. When asked to propose his own punishment, he suggested free dinners for the rest of his life.
Athenians poisoned him instead, figuring he was being too flippant for his own good. That ended the whole subject of energy, until Sir Isaac Newton came along some sixteen hundred years later.
Newton claimed there’s only matter, not energy. This was something he established by watching an apple fall. Everyone had seen an apple fall from a tree, so they figured Newton must be right, and didn’t poison him.
Atoms are just energy waves, sort of a force field or miniature tornado.
Today, we’re back to Socrates’ way of thinking. We now have quantum physics, the study of atoms. Atoms are just energy waves, sort of a force field or miniature tornado.
We’re little tornados, in other words. Every cell in our body is a battery with positive and negative energy. Each one has about 1.4 volts of energy. Based on our having 50 trillion cells, it amounts to about 700 trillion volts.
It’s what the Chinese call “chi” which they use for “hands on healing.” Chinese medicine involves a lot of energy, which drives North American pharmaceutical companies crazy. The day we start using energy instead of drugs is the day they can’t do commercials with long disclaimers.
Here’s the real point about atoms and cells. When we get along with someone, our cells and atoms are harmonious. The wavelengths actually join and become stronger. When cells don’t link, the waves fight each other, commonly known as “bad mojo.” Wars are created by a lot of bad mojo.
So how does all this relate to your death? Well, cells, harmonious or not, don’t die. In fact, they draw on other energy and light. They’re like little solar panels.
The tingling you get when you’re in love? That’s your cells dealing with all kinds of wavelengths. You’re radiating energy which makes you attractive to other people. They don’t care if you’re in a relationship or not.
When our bodies give out, being disposable matter, our energy is free to do whatever it wants, hopefully for the better.
That’s why quantum physicists believe we don’t actually die. Energy is always renewing and recharging itself. When our bodies give out, being disposable matter, our energy is free to do whatever it wants, hopefully for the better.
Indian cultures believe in reincarnation for this very reason. Cattle, for instance, are revered because they may be reincarnated as rishis (an enlightened individual). On the other hand, they might come back as telemarketers. Nothing is guaranteed where energy is concerned, but Indians — for the most part, anyway — hope cattle come back as rishis.
In a nutshell, dying isn’t the end as much as the beginning. So much depends on your energy cycle. If you’ve spent your life putting out good energy, maybe you’ll come back as Michael Jackson and be the envy of musicians everywhere. If you’ve been bad, you’ll come back as one of his brothers.
Here’s another thought: If bad energy begets bad energy, maybe that’s the whole idea of heaven and hell. Aldous Huxley once said: “This world could be another planet’s hell.” If that’s true, we may be accepting bad energy from other planets while our good energy is going to another galaxy.
Bad energy may be the reason we end up with politicians like Donald Trump and Marjorie Taylor Greene. If there’s any justice in this world — or any other world — those two should end up in a drainage ditch somewhere on Alpha 5.
We should also realize that energy is everywhere, and while we’re concentrating on our own, we’re not necessarily taking care of our planet’s energy.
“We have mortally wounded this sweet life-supporting planet,” Kurt Vonnegut once said, “the only one in the whole Milky Way — with a century of transportation whoopee.” That in itself could decide our next stop in the universe. Good energy doesn’t count for much if we use it polluting the world. Our next reincarnation could be an oil spill.”
If you’re an evangelist or a terrorist or a telemarketer, for instance, you need to clean up your act, starting with knowing you’re coming back as something despicable.
This makes it important — critical, actually — to examine exactly how we’ve been using our energy before we die. If you’re an evangelist or a terrorist or a telemarketer, for instance, you need to clean up your act, starting with knowing you’re coming back as something despicable. Also lose weight. Being despicable and overweight is just wrong on any planet.
If you’ve done positive things, it’s possible you’ll end up in another galaxy, in which case, you might bump into Elon Musk and a bunch of people who aren’t even dead yet.
Another theory is that energy is non-directional. It could take you to Mars or the Gobi desert. You won’t know the difference, except for the camels. Ending up in the Gobi as a camel is a sure sign you were a telemarketer.
The point is, we could have many more lifetimes ahead of us. Call it reincarnation or divine destiny, we’re talking 700 trillion volts that have to go somewhere.
The real question is where? And what do we do when we get there? Some people still believe we’ll end up on a cloud. Others think we’ll end up watching a continuous loop of all the dumb things we’ve done in this world — and to this world.
A third option may be: we end up released back into the galaxy, free to stumble into some planet that’s just getting going, or one that’s so advanced, they use us as lamb chops.
In other galaxies, they may live without morals or scruples — or even hair.
Anything is possible. And let’s not forget, the whole idea of good and evil could be entirely human. In other galaxies, they may live without morals or scruples — or even hair.
If that’s the case, I go back to Kurt Vonnegut, when he thought about heaven and hell. “The triumph of anything is a matter or organization,” he said. “If there are such things as angels, I hope they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.”
I hope so, too. The thought of going somewhere completely devoid of good graces — or hair — could be a nightmare. Then again, maybe Vonnegut’s right and we’ll come back as oil spills. That’s after we have to watch a loop of all the stupid things we’ve done on this Earth. It could be hard to watch.
I think I’d rather come back as cattle hoping to be rishis.
Something tells me they’ve got the right idea.
