I was just thinking about whether it’s possible for anyone to really know what happens after we die and this is my personal conclusion:
1) I think the people who say they don’t know, really don’t.
2) I think the majority of people who say they do know, actually don’t. They just believe they know. Really, really hard.
And 3) I think there are probably a few people out there who really do know. I don’t know how they know it, but I still think they do.
However, 4) Their knowledge will never be of any use to me since there’s no way I can ever, with rigorous certainty, distinguish them from the majority of people who believe they know, but really don’t.
At first glance that seems like a bummer. But is it?
Hmmmm…
Nope. I don’t think so. It doesn’t feel like it anyway. In fact, I’m a little relieved. I don’t want anyone telling me what will happen when I die because then it wouldn’t be a surprise and, to be honest, I’m kind of looking forward to the adventure aspect of the whole thing.
copyright Dia Osborn 2010
The Odd and Unmentionable 
Good morning Dia,
When I saw those two chairs sitting next to each other, I imediately went to the Cialis commercial (with the two people sitting in tubs next to each other)…so you’re comments on after death helped replace that context with a better one. I saw the two of us sitting with each other…you can’t see us, because we have gone to the other side.
The lake and calm waters gives a sense of where I hope, believe…and know we will end up.
I love you!
P.S. I suspect you’ll not forward…or you can edit for how you believe it would be better posted on the Blog. 🙂
Ah yes…those freaking, stupid, STUPID bathtubs. That commercial drives me nuts because how can anyone even have sex anyway when they’re separated by two, thick, cast iron walls separated by the established, acceptable distance that lies between twin beds in the 50’s? But then they introduce this creepy element of voyeurism by setting these wet, naked, aroused, hand-fondling people out in wide open public places. A case of marketers desperately trying to make something that is in SUCH poor taste, classy. Idiots.
There. Enough venting. No…I was definitely thinking of the chairs as in your later context. They were suggestive of so many things…pre-departure, post-departure, and wide open possibilities. Personally, I love the boat and the adventure it suggests. Vroom, vroom.
xoxoxo
Dia, this post flummoxed me. I honestly don’t know how anyone in this world can know what is on the other side of death.
But, I’m with you in not particularly needing to know. It usually annoys me to have someone telling me what to expect of a new adventure. I remember prior to my first airplane flight, my boyfriend at the time going into lengthy detail about every sensation I would feel and noise I’d hear as the plane took off and landed. I was lile…what the f? Who cares? I’ll figure it all out myself pretty soon, just leave me alone!
I know…I don’t tend to respond well to other people telling me what I do or will feel either. (As some have learned… 🙂
I don’t know yet how it’s possible to know what happens after death either, but I’m reluctant to limit the universe to only the possibilities I can imagine. Being stuck in a world that boring would kill me.
Dia
Hi Dia:
Cool blog. Racy comment section. 🙂 (laughing) Interestingly, but I know unbelievably, I have a very trusted friend who does not have the amnesia most of us have agreed to upon entry to the Earth plane. It’s wonderful to talk to her and ask questions. She doesn’t answer them all, only the ones she knows I can handle. She has definately given me a portal into ‘other’ (smiling)…because I know her so well, and trust her so much it has been delightful for me to explore what we don’t know. Interestingly, the more I learn, the less I realize I know. Kind of like your rolled oats thread at the end of your emails.
Lore
Welcome, welcome Lore! I’ll look forward to hearing your insights when you feel like it. 🙂