I’ve always had a curious mind… As a kid, I loved to wonder about the world. I used to wonder about the heavens… what was there??? WHO was there???? Like every African child, I was warned never to question the deity or anything ‘holy’ for that matter. But it didn’t stop me from wondering, and asking those questions… What lies beneath… these clear blue skies… the sparkling beach waters… the dark murky earth…??? What makes the winds rage? Is it just rain? Okay, let’s play make-believe and say Adam was made from spittle and loamy soil, who did the molding? Who was the ‘molder’ answering to? Who was the ‘molder’s’ boss’ boss? And who was his boss? And who’s his boss’ boss??? For goodness sakes, there had to be Someone, Something in charge!!!
Anyway, that’s not the reason for this thought… But it is connected.
I also used to wonder about the afterlife. I remember a conversation I had with my mom the year she died. I was 6+ I think. We, both of us, had attended a funeral. She actually let me follow her to the cemetery. I don’t remember this but I’m sure I must have whined her into letting me see the actual burial rites that day. Cos thinking about it now, you don’t find 6 year old at burial sites, except of course its their dead being buried. Maybe it was cos she was going soon, maybe it was preparing me for her passing… Well, whatever the reason, that day marked my mind. I guess the woman who died was close to her cos she was on the porch later that night, staring into the dark skies. That was when I asked her: “What happens when people die? Where do they go?” She must have said something about forever cos I left that place knowing that when you lose someone you love, you may never see them again. It took years for me to find out that you could still get lucky…
Anyways, one could safely conclude that my curious mind forced a ‘bigger picture’ perspective on me. Now that I’m older and hopefully, wiser, I tend to think of these weird stuff in more on a ‘consequence’ perspective. I mean, we are all gonna die someday, right? What happens when I die? I wonder sometimes, which of all these myths about the other world isn’t a myth? Who’s version is to be believed? Buddha? Oprah? Moses? Scientology? Who do you believe? With the amount of information and story versions we have to choose from, it’s amazing that we all haven’t created our own individual religion or unreligion. But the thing is, of all these stories, there is only one truth. The truth. That is one thing that lacks perspective. Fact can be subjective and subject to perception, but truth? Truth is only one color. One shade of one color. Like the color, white.
So, I ask myself, rather than racking my head about the afterlife, wouldn’t it just settle it if I could get a credible source from there (someone that’s been there before or someone that lives there) to just tell me what really obtains after you die??? What I’d like to know, is there really and afterlife? If there is, what else is there? Re-incarnation? Purgatory? Heaven? Hell? Who’s side should I be on while I’m still stuck here? Thinking like this, I totally get why folks get involved in seances and ouji board games. If I’d had such access, I’d probably have tried to see if it’ll answer my question too…
But of all these insane thought, I guess the one that really racks my brain is this one: how come it seems no one thinks about the afterlife??? If what most of these ‘spooks’ say is true, I should plan for it, right? Like get some really secure insurance!!!! I mean, think about it, I get health insurance, car insurance and these days, travel insurance!!! Even life insurance!!! Even my boss gets some kind of insurance on me!!! It’s crazy, don’t you think? I mean, let’s just pretend that we can prove that the afterlife exists, I need to do something, right?????
But I look around me, and every one, almost everyone seems to live like the only consequences to our existence are the short term ones. Me, even you, and most certainly the Kardashians! And sometimes, it makes me sad… In all the wisdom of our evolution, we seem to have become more stupid… If eternity is for real, it’s much longer than the 96+ years I’m gonna be around for. I’ve spent the last 30 years preparing for these 96+ years, and it looks like none for the ‘forever after’. *SIGH*
This is the reason for my thinking. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve heard, whoever you believe, what are you doing about all that may lie beneath..?
PS: the author has her own beliefs. She’s not looking for new ones. Just wondering what she’s doing with all that she claims to believe.