ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?

One may, of course, attempt or even succeed in evading the responsibilities and reality of the present moment by reverting to “past lives” or “the other side” or what have you. I am aware that I readily speak of such things rather frequently here, perhaps because they are more interesting and more dramatic in their own way than the “here and now.” But I am quite aware of the fact that I live here and now here and now. One may “go places” in their minds, in their thoughts, and be quite aware of being in different layers of existence. I am aware that there is a “greater context” in which I live and move and have my being, as the Biblical phrasing goes, though when “taken away by the moment,” it seems that I forget about it. However, even though I may judge myself as losing my sense of the greater context since I may "lose my temper," as it were, and demonstrate signs of impatience, ignorance, and stupidity, this too is what occurs within the greater context, which is inclusive of it all, of the sacred and the profane, the holy and the unholy. There is no particular way of being that must be demonstrated. We cover the spectrum of being from lower animal to higher spirit, from the most dense to the most sublime—all at the same time and moment.

So, how is life supposed to be? What are we supposed to be doing? It seems there is so much that is wrong and so little that is right. People have false or wrong priorities and such has been their indoctrination to social and cultural life. I have certainly been of that mind and action most of my life, how can I expect others to be beyond it? If life as it is lived is false, how can it be lived truly? Can there even be such a simplisitc dichotomy? That which is false leads away from that which is true, but it is not necessarily evil in its intention. Being born in the flesh in itself leads us away from the real as we come to identify with the body and seek to survive above all else.

But humans are different over time and place, i.e. culture and society, even thinking and feeling differently, while always “tending” to be human. Such is my understated sense of humor. Though we are at “home” as we will ever be in these bodies, we do not “feel at home.” One cannot call the body home for long; no matter how much we try to convince ourselves, our days in the flesh are limited.

I have been fortunate in my life. The gods have been forgiving of my many wrongs done to others, not maliciously but certainly ignorantly and obliviously. I am sure I remain quite narcissistic but have learned some restraint. In some respects, my life has been quite heavenly and, in others, hellish. It just may be that heaven entertains, if not contains, hell. Such an eternal heaven can seem like an eternal hell, depending on how we look at it, how great our understanding, context, and identity can be.