Are We In Heaven… Now?
There’s this theory that I’ve heard and I’ve felt and I like - we’ve all died, en masse, some grand and utter cataclysm ripping us from our embodied experience more than likely in a matter of mere moments.
We’re all dead, and our shared consciousness is slowly awakening to itself, integrated and whole, surviving in the middle space between before and ever after.
It implies that we live in that momentary space just before the spark leaves the system - an eternal NOW, perpetuating into eternity.
Like a bunch of chickens with our heads cut off, collective life hanging on to collective certitudes and structures and principles and Reality.
Completely and utterly unaware that we are not where we think we are.
... instead, we’re in eternity! Now! That’s the ruse - we’re all waiting for something to happen when in reality, it’s happening RIGHT. NOW.
Who could blame us, really? To recognize one’s demise is a cruel pill. But... to discover the infinite riches of eternal bliss... now that... that is something that takes time (for lack of a better word) to process.
Our time trapped souls mimicking existence, all the while slowly coming to, sensing and connecting and touching and learning that in fact, this thing we’re doing goes beyond “time,” transcends “space,” expands further than we can fathom.
We, the infinite multitude, must slowly blossom into the awareness of utter and true bliss. Ecstasy incarnate. The end as beginning and beginning and beginning.
All of us, pretending to live, playing a charade to quench our thirst for certainties and fixities in a river of infinitesimal bliss.
It is overwhelming, this idea.
All of life, doing this thing. Not just humanity or porpoises or ants or seagulls - ALL OF US, in collective confusion, speaking the universal language of endless unknowns.
All of this is pretty natural, actually.
Extraordinary, really.
Today I look and smell and I taste and I soak up the reality of now.
Whatever the circumstances, I choose to believe that heaven is a concept that’s welcome in this now. The one that’s here, no matter the thought experiment or grand vision of “the truth.”
I’ll believe it into existence like the creative force I am, making meaning out of matter, material or otherwise.
And the dream will keep on dreaming.
