Hello dear reader(s).
I apologize for my absence, but my new family is experiencing a loss. A heavy sadness hangs over the house as they (and also I, though not to the same level) grieve.
No matter the natural order, no matter the knowledge that nothing really ends, no matter what your path may tell you, losing one you love is never easy. Whether or not you believe you will see someone again, or that they will be in a better place, it is hard not to feel the hole their place in your life will leave. It is a hole that can never be filled, only accepted.
My belief in life and death are a little different from most others I know. It is not really consistent with any one path.
Essentially, I believe life is like a video game. This actually comes a bit from my mom, a bit from what I’ve always thought, and a bit from some of the beliefs that have formed my path and practice. We are all together, every soul, sitting around playing life like a video game. Some of us are just watching and resting before we respawn. But we’re all hanging out together, having a good time. Where our souls are, in the other realm, where time has no meaning, we know we are there. But the characters we play in life, they don’t know it. They’re game characters. Some of us are playing on expert mode, and have chosen difficult paths and a lot of challenges, some of us are playing on easy mode to get our feet wet and have different experiences. This isn’t a literal video game, but the same sort of idea. We are souls in another realm, playing life in these bodies for the honor of making it through the challenges of the hardest game anyone has ever played. And then we bump it up to expert mode and master it.
This means that in that other realm, you are already there with your loved ones. Time doesn’t matter. In the multiverse theory that many scientists believe may be possible, the rules of physics, time, and space, do not necessarily conform to the rules of physics we here in this universe must follow. The other realm is another universe. When a loved one leaves here to the other realm, you all are likely sitting together aware of the fact that the loss you feel here isn’t actually real. They watch you continue to play for a little bit as they chill out, grab a snack, and decide which level and mode on which they want to rejoin the game.
We are the characters in the game. We don’t know that it’s not real. We do not get to know what our souls are doing in the other realm. We only have the ideas from the signs and actions our souls have given us as they move us through this game. From the Easter eggs left in the code by the game designers, the Goddess and the God. Clues to help us complete the quests of this life through the challenges and the losses that would cause lesser players to hit the reset button.
I know I have taken this video game metaphor a little far. It isn’t literal, but the only analogy I can use in terms that are easy enough to translate into what we all know. Of course, in video games, (that we know of), the characters can never become self-aware. They can never receive messages (other than the directions from the controller) from the player. They can’t understand that what they are playing is just a game. I think this game, this game of life we play from the other realm is different in those ways. It is much more low-tech and advanced. I believe that we can see it if we are open to it.
Let’s say I am wrong. I probably am. It is, admittedly, a pretty wild type of theory.
Death still is not the end of this.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it merely changes forms.
This, of course, is little comfort when you are experiencing a loss. It doesn’t change the feeling of absence you have. It doesn’t change the fact that you can’t enjoy the ones you lose in the same ways you have known and loved. It does not change the emptiness you feel in your heart when you can no longer see, and talk to, and hold them.
But hopefully, one day, you can take some comfort in knowing that death is not the end. There is no end. There is no beginning. Nothing ever dies, it merely changes forms.