A little of my imagination to life on this planet, all 882 words of it.
All my life I have wondered if this is it. Just this life, as if we come from nothing and return to nothing. Never have I been able to grasp that logic, especially when I can see how everything in this world and the planets beyond seem to fit like a jigsaw puzzle, almost exactly, like everything and every creature is playing a part in some awesome grand design of endless drama come sitcom come love story.
My imagination allows me to believe that we have all been here before, or if not here, some other dimension where we consciously live. Whether it is in human form, I’m open minded about, because the creatures we share this planet with are sometimes very human, very aware and brilliant. Often that intelligence is not given the credence it deserves.
I’m also of the view that we are all here for a purpose. What that is escapes me, but seeing as we are all continuously learning about life, ourselves and the shit life throws at us, it all has to be for something more than just this life on earth.
Maybe we each have a long and arduous journey to make, coming and going to and from conscious awareness within a living body that dies, and then we get reborn in another, carrying only the soul and a thread of what we have learnt from one life to another.
I certainly cannot remember being here or anywhere else before, but I do sometimes wonder if a tiger had me for dinner, for when very young I had continuing nightmares of a tiger under the bed at night. So vivid, I would wake up screaming and couldn’t settle until my mum had checked under the bed and in the wardrobe. Even to this day, a tiger’s beauty fascinates me and yet scares me stupid.
I’ve also had a thing about ghosts and spirits. I’m not psychic, apart from one or two times when I sensed something was going to happen before it did. I’ve never seen a ghost, but I have been in places that have made my neck hairs bristle and a sense of being cold. Once I was driving along a straight country road and for no reason I sensed I should brake. As I did so, a tractor came tearing out of a hidden gate from a field. Had I not braked, I doubt that I would be here today.
All this leaves me wondering if there is much more to life than we think or believe. Sure there may be a God or some other extraordinary power beyond our imagination, or maybe that’s just man’s need to believe. But something beyond our comprehension created the complexity of every living creature and plant form on our planet alone. In the infinity of space, universes similar to ours must also carry life as complex, so do they have another God, or do they not have the need that man does?
It matters not. What matters is that in this life, perhaps we should be thinking not of heaven or hell, but how what we do and the way we behave here on earth will follow us on our journey. Maybe, for those of us who kick judge and condemn our fellow man, we just might have to face the same treatment next time around.
Perhaps karma is real, where what goes around comes around. I’m not convinced it always happens in this life, but I know that my conscience tells me that if I do wrong, I’m going to end up paying for it at some point.
That gets me thinking that maybe many people do not have the same conscience as I do. Does that mean I’m an old soul who has learnt a lot more than others or does it mean that I’ve been so bad in past lives that I’m treading on dodgy ground as if one foot out of place and I’m in for something terrible?
I’m not one for self-torture or punishment, but I am somewhat self-controlling. I can scare myself quickly with my imagination and how I might interpret my senses. But I’m also a free spirit, always had a mind of my own and my take on things.
As a child, to me, every single thing had a soul and feelings, from plants and creatures to a leaf, stone, ruler, pencil and the clothes I wore. I harmed nothing and took an interest in many things that others found utterly boring.
In conflict to that, if we have all been here before, where have all the extra’s come from? Over 7 billion people here on earth, many more than a hundred years ago. Are they coming from other dimensions? Could this planet and this life be a staging ground for the horrors some have to endure on their journey through time?
Who knows? I don’t but somewhere deep within my soul lays an inkling of the truth and sometimes, it creeps out and nudges me into thinking then dashes back before I can grasp it with my two hands and give it a damn good shaking.
It’s driving me nuts. Maybe that’s it. I’m going to go crazy and lose my marbles.
Payback time. Until the next time…………