“Noone is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The spanof someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.”
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
No, don’t worry this isn’t a morbid blog, well maybe a little bit. But it gets brighter along the way. Recent events have set me thinking about what I’ve learned throughout a long life and I thought I’d share some of those thoughts with you. As with all life, it starts with a death.
Many years ago now, my mentor Christine Hartley said to me of her deceased husband, ‘I like to think of him as touring the universe lighting the lamps of heaven.’ An image that is very much in my mind at the moment. Death holds no fear for me. I’ve had enough communications with those who’ve passed over to know that there’s another existence elsewhere. Multidimensions and multiverses to explore.
Many years ago now I was privileged to accompany a friend through his last days on Earth. You can read Justin Carson’s story in The Book of Why but there was so much more to it. Justin had said independently to me and his partner that his signal that he was ok after his death would be 42. We shared a love of Douglas Adams quirky sense of humour and Justin had sent meThe Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy when I was having a near-death experience of my own. When David and I went to register the death, it was difficult to keep a straight face with a giggling presence between us. But we didn’t know why the giggles until the register sat us down and we looked at her computer. A large 42 looked back at us. ‘What’s that?’ spluttered David. ‘The number of the next entry on the death register’ she said solemnly, ‘the one you’ve come for’ and wondered why we burst out laughing. Controlling ourselves long enough to explain, she responded, ‘I’ll dine out on this story for years.’ Whereupon we all burst out laughing again. It was possibly the most joyous registering of a death she’ll ever encounter.
Justin had announced his imminent death by saying he was off on an awfully big adventure. But even if there isn’t an afterlife and it’s all my vivid imagination at work, what will it matter? I’ll be dead and gone, or not as the case may be. Can’t wait to find out. Another Sag adventure could be underway. I’ll either experience so much more than I do now, finding new lamps to light, or I’ll be out like a light never to be lit again. But my words and my work will ripple on. Fermenting my wine in the words of Terry Pratchett.
“ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOMEDAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF BIRDS. (Reaper Man – Death always speaks with the cap lock on.)
Not that I expect to be leaving any time soon, it’s just that death has a way of creeping up on you – or jumping out head on. It may take twenty five years of ‘being terminal’ as with the lovely Mario Reading at whose funeral I began this blog in my head. But Mario lived with his cancer: gloriously, joyously, adventurously as I said in an obit I wrote for him. Sent home to die, he walked down into his olive grove and into a cloud of love and stayed there for a quarter of a century, radiating that love and joy in life out to all who came within his orbit. Or, it could happen instantly with someone killed in a head-on car crash, another recent occurrence that pulled everyone around it up short and made them undertake a life review without waiting to pass over. Is there a best way to go? As I said in another blog, I’ve always loved that image in one of Terry Pratchett’s books of Death dancing an old lady off her feet – and out of her body – and whirling her away across the rooftops. Way to go!
So what have I learned from half a century of regressions, karmic readings, interlife explorations and just plain living?
You can take it with you.
You can’t always tell the reason why someone is here.
You can’t ascend away from Earth. You can only evolve on it.
When you’ve done all that you came to do, and learned all that you planned and perhaps a bit more besides, then it’s time to leave on your next great adventure.
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