A short piece of prose I wrote today. I don't know whether it makes sense or not, but enjoy.
Darkness, then a sudden light. After the eye adjusts to the brightness of the kingdom of Heaven, the soul is left with such a sense of wonder – everything you see, you are seeing for the first time. Your eyes are truly opened anew – it’s like being a newborn child, mystified at the beauty and solidity of the world, but mature enough to realise and appreciate it.
And how real it is! Not a physical being on the planet could begin to speculate about the sense the soul gets while it is there – at one time, you are still what you can call ‘you’ – that vague bundle of sensory perception, the familiar shape of humanity, a set of beliefs that wander and cross at every available opportunity. And then up to the Gates you glide, to meet St Peter.
The Gates – the beginning of your transgression to spirit. Only to the most closed-minded do they appear as the giant wrought-iron barricades to pass through. Only to those who believe they will go to such a place actually go there in their own minds. After death, all beings are consigned to the same fate – it is only the soul’s perception, which is shaped and formed throughout life, that creates the individual afterlife.
To those with a broader mindset, those who believe there is an explanation, but want to explore possibility before a prescriptive approach, see it for what it really is.
No queues for Judgement. No withered saint at the gate, consigning fate to those who come to it. Just a never ending stream of consciousness, each one on its own separate journey, weaving its way, endlessly.
And that is what you become. A string of emotion and perception, unbound by reality, able to perceive whatever you want. You are your own St Peter. During your life you shape your Judgement, and after death you enact it, only bound by your thoughts and actions.
And so I came to the Lord. The Creator. My beliefs in childhood were vague at best, all I knew was that it had to have been done, at some point. I had no concrete thoughts about death, life, afterlife – I knew what was happening now. I cared not for the future.
He told me. The Answer. And it was logical.
In the kingdom of Heaven, where one is committed to the boundaries of one’s own imagination, to create a world on another plane is not a difficult task. To think of another Universe and to be its God is a trifle to while away a short afternoon. To be present during the course of Life is unnecessary – all that is needed is to think of a single moment, and the timeline stretching away either side of it. To live for the moment, in one’s own perception, is the answer to the Universe.
For what is the Universe if not a string of moments? Passing from one to the next, if indeed we do. We can only ever experience one moment – how do we know that the others are not falsities, created by our own sphere of consciousness to aid our spirit in the path of the Moment?
Is this then not, He spake unto me, the way of all life? That the kingdom of Heaven is created in one’s own life, and is indeed embodied in that life? To live for the moment is the only way to live. To live for the past is foolishness, as it may never have happened, only evolved from a mindset so needful of a Reason. To live for the future even more so – to be stuck in one moment negates a sense of future time.
Death is a death of the mind, not the body. An yet, only for a given value of ‘death’ – not a decay, but an evolution from something to something else, flowing naturally into a consciousness of the state of being that has been all along what we are.
The Creator was just another part of my own consciousness, playing along as I saw fit. We are all our own God, living in our own world we create for ourselves, living in search of that one Moment we aspire to, being the bliss that allows outside observation, achieving utter enlightenment.
You are subservient to yourself. There is no God but the one you create, as you create your own world. Live for now. The Moment is what you make of it.