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Forgive Us, to the Same Degree That We Forgive…..

When thinking about being forgiven, then being allowed into “Heaven”, my thought process went like this….”I’m not THAT “bad”, I’ve seen worse…I forgive people.” Then I attempt to put names with the “forgiven”…the ones whose “trespasses” are all but forgotten. The people who are forgiven, AND trusted, just like “before”. It was a short list. I know better, and yet…
Raise your hand if you’ve heard something like, “…and forgive us, as we forgive those who trespass against us”, or something similar. What DOES that mean, exactly?
At first look, it seems to mean…I forgive (some)(enough to prove I can do it…I don’t need to be highly successful at it. I’ll still be 100% “forgivable”, cuz’ I’m OK.). Well, I had better do better! Why?
Few could guess that, “as we forgive…” isn’t SAYING “WHILE” we forgive, or “BECAUSE” we forgive. It DOES mean, “to the same DEGREE” that we forgive….. It’s JUSTICE, SIMPLE and PERFECT. So says THIS death survivor. (There was nothing “NEAR” about it!)

How to Stop the Escalation

Who hasn’t run into a situation where there are several people having a conversation.  They may be talking about…….politics, or how to raise children, or some such.The conversation becomes “heated”, verging on argument.  Most folks that find themselves in this position have come to the point where, knowing minds probably won’t be changed, today, they work on winding down the situation, agreeing to disagree (and, probably go home and apply a little of what they heard!).  What is the alternative?

With  topics that mean so much to a person, such as these, it is awful easy to go too far.  First, it becomes yelling.  Throw in a couple belly bumps.  Add a push, here and there.  What’s next?  Yep, somebody swings.  One swings, so the other takes a swing.  Throw in a bystander, or two, and we have a party, of the heinous variety.  Maybe, somebody dies.  So somebody else, from the opposing faction, has to die, right?  Where does this end?  DOES this end?

All this was able to be “easily” avoided by just winding down the situation, each person still feeling correct, but “living” with it, accepting things as they are, for now, but working for change.  Instead of focusing on who had received the last beating, or insult, or even death, there needs to be an agreement that the only way to stop this “thing” is to just STOP NOW.  It seems it’s the only way to prevent an (inevitable?) escalation, when discord begins.  If it NOW works for conversation, it can be made to apply to WAR!  If no one cares about the lives saved, think about the MONEY SAVED!  Everyones’ standard of living goes up, if there’s no war.  Hello?

Don’t Forget Me………….

The same old woman who told me she, “went to bed 49 (years old) and woke up 60”, in later years, said, “Don’t forget me.”, which was understood to mean, after she passes from this life.  With only half a life lived, it seemed odd to hear someone older say such a thing.  She had always been such a strong, proper woman, and here was this…emotion.

How do you explain to someone that you couldn’t POSSIBLY forget them, and, having common beliefs, it should be only a temporary parting?  At that moment, it was obvious that, even folks “ready” for the end of this life, are….apprehensive, even scared!  That has got to be…….an annoyance.

What if…….something “bad” happens to someone else, and, even though a person IS willing to help, maybe they don’t help because of some perceived threat of the end of their existence. Yeah…it’s like this…how many people are willing to take a homeless person….for supper (much less home)?  One percent of us?  Less?  There must be so very many situations with similar “concerns”.

Thankfully, most death “survivors” have no such dilemma. These individuals tend to think more like, what is the worst that could happen?   ……………………..Staying down here until you’re 110 years old would seem to make sense, as the worst, from that perspective.

Don’t forget me.

To begin with….do you know….say….every job your father has ever held, EVER.  How about….how long your grandfather held the job he had when your (parent) was born?  OK, try this, your great-grandfathers’ middle name?  Presumably this means you won’t know HIS fathers’ middle name either, huh?  Most people won’t.  One more….name any five of the laborers who helped build the Egyptian pyramids.  The point?  We will all be forgotten, in this life, it’s just a matter of how long it takes.  So….it’s certainly not worth worrying about.

From a death survivors’ point of view, most of the “stuff” we do is a waste.  When it comes to…how do I say this….big…to-do’s, like, death processions, and talking, in public, extra nice about the deceased…..it’s a grand WASTE.  That person is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO far away from here, AND, (whether they know it’s being done, or not) THEY DON’T CARE, one billionth of an iota…whatever that is.  Justice WILL happen, as they now have seen, and  life was just a wisp from a forgotten dream.  It wouldn’t be Heaven, if you’re watching what’s going on “down here”.  Right?  Am I right?

Don’t forget me?  Forget it!  We’ll meet again, in what seems to be mere moments.

What, Again, is Life About?

A lot of folks seem to think, as I once did, that life is a test.  That may be the wrong way to look at it.

Opportunity, that is what life is.  OK, it’s an opportunity….for what?  Is it just an opportunity for God to get all bug-eyed, watching us flounder, counting each transgression (like Scrooge would count his pence), waiting for the day of the big filet?  Eh?

Who’s heard of, “you can’t earn your way to Heaven”, you?  It’s because there’s…”purchasing” involved, where “a savings account”  is a more appropriate description…..less entitlement, more…seeking….and “saving”….. all things good, and proper, with Love…and, therefore, the approval of the powers that be, besides a just reward.  We need to be good/do good because we want to, not because it “pays”.  That kind of “pay” does not convert to Heavens currency!

Remember the story, something about, burning off the chaff from a harvest….  I’m guessing that is more than a fair description.  God hates sin, right?  Then why would He want to look at it?!  Burn it off, look at what’s left.  For some folks, that doesn’t leave much.  It would not be cool for God to ask for his magnifying glass, to see what’s left over from the burn, when looking me over, I know that much.

For some, God will look at the pile…it’s so big….and bright (because of the blazing light, coming from Him, reflecting off the “gold” (“savings”) pile).  Yes, that is what I want…..  A big smile on the face of the Almighty.

I’ll Kill Myself and Go Somewhere Better…Says Who?

What makes people think they can kill themselves, and go somewhere better?!?  Do they think there is never an undesirable outcome after death?  What about “ghosts”?  Presumably they (ghosts) are trapped here.  This isn’t to say that there are ghosts, but it wouldn’t surprise me.  The point is, if they believe in the existence of something resembling “hell”, or in trapped spirits,  or some such, they’d better think again before thinking suicide!  It gets worse….yeah, worse.

The answer to the suicide/Heaven formula?  Zero.  That’s the chance of having a good outcome from suicide.  I am sorry.  The Kid with a thousand questions expected a different answer!

You know….life is tough!  It seems like God would have pity on people who….just can’t make life “work”.  You know, the whole God/forgiveness thing.  That simply wasn’t the case.

THIS is the answer to the question of suicide…..Just for the record, I don’t feel it’s fair….apparently suicide is unforgivable, according to what I’ve seen {I mean, the Kid has seen).  Why?  Because, you’ve chosen to tell God, “to hell with your plan for my life, I’m doing what I think is best!”.

You don’t see people who have had a so-called “near death experience” committing suicide.  These people have seen death….and bliss….who WOULDN’T want to go back ASAP?  But they don’t, do they?

So VERY many good things come from people who have borne the unbearable…maybe it’s almost “required” in order to do the BEST things(?).

That’s it.  Like all answers from/about God….simple.

Which Religion is the RIGHT Religion?

This question has been pondered at one time or another, by most folks searching for the “truth”.   After all, who wants to have been serving the wrong purpose, all their lives?  (Not to mention that, having made such a big “mistake”, you’ll look like an idiot, when you’re standing before God!)  The Kid with a thousand questions was no different.

The answer  was rather surprising, and completely unexpected.   The answer is…….   No religion is the right religion.  Of all the religions in the world, NONE, ZERO are “just right”!  Many of them have the right idea, but have one, or more, fairly major flaws.   In this case, there were no names given, as to which is the “best/most correct/worthy”.

Flaws?  The biggest problem with religion is thinking that our own is the ONLY way to get to heaven!  This often leads to arguments, fights, and even wars.  It’s CRAZY!!  Assuming we can all agree that “love”, for everyone, in every situation, is the path to a blissful afterlife, why are believers driven APART, when it should draw us together!!?  I don’t get it……

As far as lifestyle goes, way too much importance, time, and, especially, money is wasted on buildings.  What can we say, standing before God, accounting for our actions, “but, we had such a nice building.”?!   Buildings, and “stuff”…like fancy clothes bought to wear to that building are a waste of resources.  Did people like Jesus, need a building, or fancy duds?  There are people starving to death!  Obviously, no one understands that…we are ALL ONE!  That person dying of starvation is your mom, dad, brother, or sister!  You might just as well kill them outright, and spare them some suffering!!  ……..I can’t talk about this more, now.  It’s tearing my guts out!

So, what makes a religion “worthy”?  You may have guessed, it’s…Love.  Not talking about it, not debating it…doing it.

The End Is ALWAYS Near

You know how sometimes, time flies?  Other times it seems to barely move.  Time flies?  How about vacation time. Time crawls?  How about…standing in a long, slow line at the market, when you are in a hurry.

My (95 year old) grandma said, when asked which decade went the fastest, “I went to bed 49 (years old), and woke up 60”.  This being the case…who cares what others think/say? It will be over in ten minutes!

OK. ….How to explain “time” as it exists in a place with NO time…….?

Every minute in heaven is kinda’ like, say, a decade on earth.  Looking at it this way, if we’re LUCKY, we’ll “live” for 10 minutes (Heaven “time”)!  So, that leaves us with THE question, could you “be good” for ten minutes?  Truth be told, only HAVING ten minutes to live, I’d be trying to get as much “helping” done as I possibly could.

That is EXACTLY how it will feel, once we’re in the great beyond!  Just like in old age, where years, and even decades, seem to have flown by, once they’re over.  “Life” is just a blip on the screen of eternity.  Think about that….it changes EVERYTHING. For instance…why worry?  In “ten minutes” it (life’s worries) will be over!

Say…a loved one has died.  They’re missed so very much…yeah, for “ten minutes”, until you are there as well!  You want to relieve life’s stress?  It too will be…forgotten…in “ten minutes” (Heaven “time”).  So don’t worry about it….see how easy it was for me to say that?  I can say it, I just have trouble doing it!

One more thing…once you’ve “gone on”, and you know that your whole life was just a blip in time, you’ll realize… THE END is ALWAYS near!

Is Death the End?

This one is in the top 10 unanswerable questions asked. Let me put it this way….while I was “away” from life, going through these events that are associated with death, I tried to remember what I was doing LAST.  How did I get here/there?  I had to STRAIN to remember.  Life was now such a…non-factor…like a boring story you heard LONG ago.  I could have burned to death, or worse (?), and couldn’t care less!  I know it, I am DEAD….but I still exist!

NO. Death is not the end, from what I have seen.

Uh oh, this changes….everything. How do I act?  How do I treat strangers?  Do I hoard gold, or use it (up) for good?  (Every action will be exactly like in “Schindlers List”, where Oscar Schindler looks at his ring, and wonders how many lives it could have bought. No big deal….just words?  For impact, let’s say those lives not bought were you and your family.)