Saturday, 20 February 2016
Notes from the Overworld
Dimes finely balanced on edges, your names being called out by the departed - sometimes things mean something and sometimes they don't. If you cannot decipher the meaning, then best to forget all about it. Obscure communication is best understood in dreams, and the message forgotten when you wake.
I love the fact (if it is a fact) that reptiles do not dream. Think of the implications of this - no need for a subconscious. Think of the implications of that - no need for a subconscious = no need for an underworld. No wonder snakes feature so strongly in mythology.
God punished the snake in Eden by removing its legs and condemning it to wander the Earth on its belly, ceaselessly passing through the open gate between life and death as if there were no difference between the two. For the snake, there is nothing left to find out. The world is devoid of mystery. How boring.
The most useful chat I have ever had with someone from another dimension was at the end of a childish Ouija-board session when I was about 20. We asked who was there.
"I am the sun, I am the wind, I am the rain. I am everything that God - in His divine wisdom - has chosen to create".
We asked if there was a message for us.
"Yes. Stop messing about with this stupid game and get on with your lives".
So we did.
The first book that attracted me to Will Self was called, 'The North London Book of the Dead'. How could you not want to read a book called that?!
In it, he is wandering through North London one day, and runs into his long dead mother. Of course, he is surprised to see her, but she explains that all dead people go to North London, where they continue to lead a boring life, buying groceries and living in small flats.
I like the story of the recently widowed woman who contacts her husband through a medium. She asks if he is ok, and what his new existence is like.
"Oh, it's fine," he answers through the medium, "I awake very early every morning and have sex, then I have something to eat, then I have more sex, then I have something else to eat, followed by more sex... this goes on until nightfall, when I go to sleep and do the whole thing again the next day. It's a great life".
"Is that what it is like in Heaven, just like the Moslem fundamentalists have told us?" she asks.
"No. I was reincarnated as a rabbit".
Posted by Tom Stephenson at 04:02