Afterthis

grave_hand.gifMy bust­ed head­light thank­ful­ly doesn’t re­quire a new plas­tic shield. I do need to fig­ure out how to re­move it so I can glue a chunk back on, but last night I re­placed the bro­ken bulb, thanks to Lo-Lo. I’ve been as­sum­ing that Halogen meant a Hg-va­por light. For years I have thought this. I hate the mer­cury va­por head­lamps on cars, they blind me. So when I bought a new bulb last night I was ap­palled that there were on­ly Halogen bulbs. Thankfully they were still tung­sten fil­a­ments.

Now that is out of the way.

I’ve talked to a few peo­ple about what might hap­pen af­ter death late­ly. So I fig­ured I’d set down my own thoughts on the sub­ject. I hes­i­tate to call it an af­ter­life, most­ly be­cause I think the word ‘life’ might not mean then what it means now. So I’ll call it af­terthis to please my­self. I don’t think of heav­en and hell as the sep­a­rate places or even as places at all. I al­most want to say I see af­terthis as a pro­gres­sion to a high­er state of com­pre­hen­sion. I don’t think af­terthis is cor­po­re­al at all. For me it might ex­ist sole­ly soul­ly. I do think that the way we live our lives will de­ter­mine the qual­i­ty of the af­terthis. An over­sim­pli­fied anal­o­gy is that if a mouse is evil in its life it goes to mouse hell when it dies and is chased by cats all day, but a saint­ly cat dies and goes to cat heav­en where it chas­es mice. They could be the same place.

Now for a soul it would be a bit dif­fer­ent. The qual­i­ty of life that a per­son lives de­ter­mines the amount of their com­pre­hen­sion and wis­dom af­terthis. So a bad per­son wouldn’t be much dif­fer­ent in af­terthis than that per­son was in life. A good per­son would know more, per­haps be more at one with the stuff of it­self and the stuff of cre­ation, be more one with God. This fits eas­i­ly in­to the ‘choos­ing evil is choos­ing not-God choos­ing good is choos­ing God’ sce­nario. For me all of the thoughts of hell as a place of lit­er­al burn­ing tor­ment and heav­en as feast­ing is more sym­bol­ic than any­thing. For me, the burn­ing tor­ment of a hell would be a con­tin­u­ing sense of lack of love lack of un­der­stand­ing. Heaven would be a feast of knowl­edge and a feel­ing of full­ness and joy that com­plete un­der­stand­ing and one­ness would bring.

Where the idea of the res­ur­rec­tion of the body fits in, I am not sure. I hes­i­tate to think that it is lit­er­al. Perhaps it is some­thing that can on­ly be thought about with any cer­ti­tude in the af­terthis. More ex­pan­sion on lit­er­alal­i­ty in the com­ing days.

4 thoughts on “Afterthis

  1. My idea of heav­en, aside from the whole know­eldege, love thing, wouldn’t be heav­en for too many. My idea of heav­en is a gi­ant cos­mic tape recorder. I’d be able to go any­where in his­to­ry and be there, in spir­it. I would be able to stop time and walk around and view the great bat­tles, speach­es, events in his­to­ry. I wouldn’t ac­tu­al­ly be there, but walk about as a spir­it. Through this I would come to a greater un­der­stand­ing of the uni­verse and hu­man­i­ty. To think that I could walk with Jesus, or see Noah build his ark. You could lis­ten to Plato, or Mozart. Of course along with this would come the un­der­stand­ing of all lan­guages. You could find out if hu­man­i­ty was alone in the cos­mos, and if not, you could vis­it the his­to­ry of oth­er worlds. That is my idea of heav­en, of course I’m an his­to­ri­an, so I think that’d be cool for me. I could see how it would be hell for oth­ers.

  2. a catholic priest told me that you do not come back in a lit­er­al body. he used some oth­er word for it, “glo­ri­fied” or some­thing.

  3. maybe the af­terthis is sort of dis­en­gage­ment from the uni­verse, a be­ing out­side of it. and that could be where we reach full un­der­stand­ing. and the ‘glo­ri­fied body’ of the res­ur­rec­tion is the reen­gage­ment of the soul with the uni­verse?

    hehe, i sound quacky.

  4. I don’t think I have ever won­dered what heav­en was like. Sure when I was lit­tle I pic­tured harps and an­gels fly­ing above my head. But now that I am old­er it’s some­thing I have de­cid­ed is be­yond my com­pre­hen­sion. Like peo­ple that say things like “Well I think God wouldn’t want that” how the heck would I know what God would want? I can’t put my­self in his head. He’s God! And it’s the same for try­ing to fig­ure out what heav­en is like. It’s too mas­sive of a thing,way be­yond the hu­man un­der­stand­ing. I guess every­one has their ideas and theories,but no one re­al­ly knows. And what I think about is not what heav­en is LIKE but mak­ing sure I get there.

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