Humans are an interesting species.

Humans are an interesting species. I know.  I used to be one, but it died.  His name was Tom.  Before Tom died, he wanted to know if some part of him would still be conscious after he died, so he asked the one question all humans would like an answer to, “Will I ever again eat pizza?”

Tom was pondering life on a beach.  He was watching the sunrise when out of ocean mist and walking on foaming seas came Nemesis, a being of light from another dimension.  Nemesis stepped ashore glided across the sand and plopped down cross legged in front of Tom.  

“You’re late,” said Tom.  

“No such thing,” said Nemesis, “Life happens perfectly.”

“Yeah, I know.  I’m just pretending to be human,” said Tom.  “And I want to know why can’t I remember my previous life?”

“Who said you had one?”  Asked Nemesis, laughing.

“That ain’t funny,” said Tom.

“Yes it is.  You should of been there.  I was, and it was hilarious,” said Nemesis.

“Yeah, well I don’t remember being there,” said Tom.  “And now when this body dies, I want to remember it.”

Nemesis looked at Tom quizzically and asked, “What is it you want to remember?  You can’t even remember where you left your cane or car keys, and that’s this life.  What is so important that you want to remember?”

“I want to remember the part of me that makes me,” said Tom.

“So what makes you, you?”  Asked Nemesis.

“The way I look.  My personality.  The memories of family and friends.  All the stuff I did.”

“Even now you sometimes don’t remember why you entered a room, or what you did yesterday, and as for the long ago, your memories are incomplete or wrong,” said Nemesis, “so what’s the big deal?”

“I don’t know,” said Tom. “I just don’t want to be erased.  I want to keep living and have more experiences.  That’s my bottom line.”

“Yes, that’s pretty much each humans bottom line,” said Nemesis.

All is energy.  Humans are energy-forms, energy in form.  Thoughts, memories, intelligence, imagination, dreams, and consciousness are energy, energy in form.  Sperm, eggs, seeds are physical memory chips, energy in form.  Each human is a memory chip, is an individualized unique expression containing the sum of all human incarnations.

When a human body dies, the Energy-Intelligence that permeated the human body is what is left, and to it is added the knowledge, understanding and wisdom it gained while it was part of the human energy-form.  The actual memories of its experiences that culminated in knowledge, understanding and wisdom have no value for its evolution, which is why its memories (attachments, entanglements, and identity) fade.  They would serve no purpose, but would be a hindrance to its evolution.  However, there are times when memories are retained for a time, like the fleeting memories of a dream, and this is what may occur:

John, a two-year old, was sitting on a rock near a pond watching the minnows.  His mom told him to move away from the pond.  Apparently his mom’s words sparked memories, and he said, “I died in a pond.”

His mom was shocked.  “Tell me about it.”  

“You were not my mom.  My mom was German, a blonde, and I was born in Germany, then came to America, was married.  My wife’s name was Michele, and we raised six kids.  She died at seventy of cancer.  I left my body when I was ninety-three.”

“What else do you remember?” asked his mom.

“I just want to play, OK mommy.”

I was meditating, and saw myself in Africa sitting on a hill overlooking my village.  I was an old man, a village elder, and I knew my time was up.  I looked longingly at our village, at the families.  It has been an amazing journey, an amazing life.

Your mind is is your helper.  If your mind is a burden, you need help.

No social media, no news, just doing what appears in front of me that needs doing.  Nature and me, that’s all.  Sometimes humans come and I have to deal with human nature.  Sometimes other animals show up and I have to deal with them.  Often there’s weather to deal with.  Pretty quiet life as long as you stay away from cities, and stay off of social media.

Just imagine a world where everyone minds their own business, where no one is trying to use you to better their living standards.  Well...that’s not this world at this time.  The nature of the world and the nature of man is NATURE ITSELF, DOING LIFE, but you only need to participate enough to survive.  Enough is enough, leave the rest for others to squabble over.  Keep life simple.  If you can’t, or won’t, that’s your nature, and it’s perfect.  Whatever happens or doesn’t happen, and whatever humans do or don’t do, is perfect, just like the weather is always perfectly the weather.  If your mind is the problem, that’s perfect too.