Photo by Tiago Rïbeiro
The other day for some reason I decided to really stay in present time as much as I could, while not actually doing anything. I was feeling quite at peace with my world and had no particular reason to stress about anything.
I relaxed into feeling very happy and content, lazing in a comfy chair under a bright window—tuning in to the moment. Then I became aware of subliminal, almost pre-verbal concerns… “is there something I should watch out for? Shouldn’t I be keeping a better lookout? Am I being careful enough? If I stay right in the present I might miss something I need to know about, or be thinking through”.
These barely-perceptible worries seemed to be basic cave-woman fears… “I’d better keep a watch-out or I might be in trouble”.
I recently found a wonderful thread about physical immortality on the Oprah.com discussion pages. Some bits are more wonderful than others, but I REALLY LOVE the introductory piece, written by Dr Janni Lloyd.
If you are at all intrigued by the idea of physical immortality, I suggest you check it out… it’s at Do You Choose Life? You may even like to join and have your say! (And the reason for the dolphin pic will become clear if you click through).
Well… I haven’t really, exactly. In that I can’t prove it. I’m 55 at the moment and so have not proved one can live forever. But then it’s something that can’t be proven anyway—a person could live to be 300 years old and die the next day.
But I thought I’d tell the story of how I came across the idea of physical immortality.
In the mid-80s I lived in a household of musicians, and two regular visitors were Andy and Mike. Andy played bass and trombone, and Mike played saxophone. Both of them had their head completely shaved—the idea being that this allowed the cosmic rays to penetrate their scalp more easily, making them immortal.
Now Andy was quite a character. He had previously lived in our house and seemed to think he still did—he stored his bee pollen in our fridge for some reason (I don’t think he had a fridge) and he ate half our fruit after we had been to the market. He had a reputation for covering our kitchen with carrot pulp from juicing carrots, and having orange palms from drinking too much of the makings. Setting up our house for a 4 a.m. mini-golf game didn’t seem out of the ordinary. I don’t remember much about Mike—only that he had a nice girlfriend.
The point of all this is that the shaved heads, and the reason for them, was just one more entertaining weirdo occurrence in our house. Continue reading
photo by TheeErin
I want to do a post that clarifies my philosophy about living forever, so here goes…
By “living forever” I mean living indefinitely in our physical body—no death, no funeral. I’m not talking about living on after physical death in some sort of after-life form.
I have always thought our true identity, whatever we want to call it (spirit, soul, etc), continues on forever… whether or not we are in physical form. I know not everyone comes from that perspective—it’s just what I have always thought since I was young.