After life communication

There is a really interesting documentary on VIMEO I watched called CALLING EARTH.. it’s a rough cut documentary about after death communication with the living.. And it’s worth a watch.

A few takeaway points that I had after seeing it:

• It often seems that recordings of the dead appear to be recorded in some way.. For example, this documentary opens up to a woman hearing her dead daughter on a recording disciplining her dog—the girl was dead at the time it was recorded. Could it be that history just plays back over and over again in some way? that we are just … a movie or hologram that exists on a continuous loop?


• The chilling idea of a dead person calling me and leaving a message on a voice mail is down right creepy. But … often times those who report it are overjoyed by the impact it has.. That ‘one last time’ to hear a voice of a deceased loved one..


• If the dead are experienced using communication devices, why haven’t they mastered Facebook yet? Think of it: How many times have friends and family died, but their Facebook pages live on.. and in doing so, people continue to grieve, post messages and stories of the person’s life, and say how much they miss them. What if, one day, the dead find a way to communicate back? To “like” a post or even more, to respond?  The future is now.. so why haven’t the dead learned to use this one yet? Maybe the ‘get off my train guy’ from GHOST doesn’t have a computer …

And finally…when do we die anyway? We used to do the ole’ feather trick. Then we moved on to when the heart stopped.. now we are at a point where when the brain stops we believe someone is dead—believe. But with each modern discovery, it seems more and more likely that death will continue to be kicked further down the road..

Most scientists don’t believe in an afterlife—but some are beginning to wonder.. question.. And study.

Old paranormal fields that were confined to embarrassed circles of people hiding their investigations are now beginning to see the light of day, and the analysis of science.

Sometimes EVPs are simply what you think you’re hearing.. you may be so desperate for a message that you hear a muffled sound and suddenly think it’s your loved one saying hi from the netherworld. However, some EVPs are without a doubt filled with clear-cut audio that is simple and unforgivingly real.

Even if it’s not real.. it’s real to the person who heard what they heard…

Give the documentary a whirl during your spare moments in life. It may answer questions, bring closure, but even better: Make you wonder, ponder, think and quake at the prospects that there’s something far greater than an monumental accident leading to the creation of matter and all that matters.

THE VIDEO HERE..

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The content of which may cause you to consider some deeper meanings and truths of life.. and the chance that we’re just pieces of tissue being sucked dry by the ‘real world’ above.

Remember, fish don’t know there’s anything but water.

I’d love thoughts and comments on this: So what else are humans not seeing that is real?

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Mother's heartbreaking eulogy at Star Wars themed funeral to son, 4,

Four-year-old Jack Robinson, from Hampshire, died at home last week after completing a bucket list that led to him meeting his heroes Gary Barlow and Matt Smith.

There are some articles and stories that completely tug at every heart string in my body..whatever a heartstring is anyway..

This is one of them..

A STAR WARS funeral.. photos are included with the UK DAILY MAIL article about the sad death of this 4-year-old STAR WARS fan.

And as a father (and a human) I can only be led down the path of least resistance and ask this question: What kind of force of nature, or “God,” would take away a child like this, or any child? Why .. so much suffering.

Sometimes the only thing that makes any sense to me is Buddhism. At least it tries to explain why a soul would choose to come here to suffer.

I pray every day, or at least try, for a sign that something else exists. Maybe that’s the wrong type of prayer to offer..

But lately I just can’t get off of home plate in the spiritual world..

Mother's heartbreaking eulogy at Star Wars themed funeral to son, 4,

We are on borrowed time

I heard this description of life: It’s a bus ride that has no stops. You just keep going faster and faster

… the only way out is a crash: Death.

I think that sums up the gravity of the situation we are all in.

Please don’t consider this a negative posting about life. Life is actually quite fun for me right now.

I have a 17-month-old little man who is the joy of life.. My wife and I have been forever changed by his existence in our world. I have a wonderful family. Friends I cherish. We have jobs. We have a roof over our heads.. we have food when we are hungry. And I have an iPhone, and all the other technology that comes with life these days, too.

In the past two weeks I have been to two funerals. I will keep the overly personal information out, and just say that one was for someone who was 95 and a World War II POW. Another was for an uncle who lived to the truly ripe old age of 94. Both were pushing 100 when they met their respective final resting places. They both had long lives and lots of memories.. they both had stories.. both had a memories.. both had loved ones, cherished friends.. We all have stories, too. No matter the person.. From the richest to the poorest. From the oldest in the world to the child that dies at birth. There IS A MEANING to life.. right?

After contemplation, I have determined that we have become overly busy with our selfish pleasures of newsfeeds and campaign stats and sports stats and bla bla bla bla bla. At least I have.

I have neglected so much in the real world because of the online world. The internet and technology have become habits instead of pleasures. It went from being a novelty to a way of life. We all have been touched by the net bug. We are addicted!! Addicted to virtual reality. Addicted to virtual everything……virtually nothing.

But back to life for a second. REAL LIFE, not virtual.
What is the purpose to all this? Why ask! you know there is no answer. Lots claim to know the truth. Many others ponder it forever. In the end we don’t have a clue. What happens when we do die!? Again, here.. no word from anyone who did perish. We are left to wonder if near death experiences are really experiences of truth or just brain waves going awry. We are left to question tenets of religion.. question all things.

In the net age we have oodles of knowledge at our fingertips. All we have to do is Google or Bing it or MetaFilter it.. or whatever it. Do people even ask Jeeves anymore? Or AltaVista? .. Asta La Vista ..

Search results would amount to tons of data if you printed it on paper. But in our paperless society paper doesn’t exist anymore… right? Even though a paper-stack of bills sits next to me, that snail mail sent me, that was licked by some underpaid secretary in a cubicle maybe even AGHAST! with a typewriter…somewhere in the world.

There are bits and bytes of data flying around the world at a record pace.

And with all this knowledge you’d think by now someone would have found the meaning of life! The closest I know that found something was John Clease in MONTY PYTHON’S THE MEANING OF LIFE. The death penalty introduced to us in that show was, well, one many men wouldn’t mind having.

The information superhighway.. that is what it was once dubbed. Now it’s filled with potholes and dead sites that have dead ends.

Where does it all go in the end, though?

No where.. bits and bytes go bye bye for us.

Our bodies were dust and to dust they return. Despite the big plans we have to strive for big goals, we are cut down by something..whether it’s fate, God, time.. science. Whatever you believe. You can be five months, 15, 35, or 95. All dust.

So after this week, with two funerals (and a wedding, congrats bro), one can only leave the day with a renewed perspective on this strange place called earth.

A new lease on life!?

Not a chance…

A constantly expiring lease?

Now that is more like it..

Looking at the calender, time appears to be fleeting.

The seconds hands on the clocks fly around in a circular motion.. after all, summer time is about halfway through.

Yes, it’s only July. And sure summer extends well into September, but by then kids are back in school and colleges campuses are less than sober. Every July, around this time, I get that gut feeling. Then the whole “Christmas in July” shopping experience malls used to try back when people went to them only added to the childhood misery of knowing that the clock was ticking.

There is something interesting about the summertime and how it trickles slowly into autumn.

Even with this year’s heat, we can be aware that cooler breezes will blow in two months.

And despite the fact that many of us are long gone from hallowed hallways of high schools, we all get that same pit of the stomach feeling as August winds to a close, and as the summer sun bakes the landscape in one last vibrant attempt to keep things hot.

Summer comes and goes..

The same in 2012 as it was in 2001 and 1991. Enjoy these moments while you can. Be alive … take in some rays.

Wear sunscreen. (I never liked that song.)

Winds of change. The stench it is all the same all over again.

I noticed something tonight.. My area, for those who don’t know, really doesn’t change much. If you travel away for a while and come back you’ll feel like you are stuck in the same age.. which has benefits and negatives all in the same. You know what ground you stand on. But you also don’t reap in the glory that changing of scenery can offer.

Tonight, as the typical early spring breeze blew and the sun set, I noticed something. Maybe it was a revelation—one that I will botch up and not do justice by even typing it out in rambling thought. But the breeze blew, birds’ chirps resounded around me like a chorus of warmth, and the sun finally gave way to the night sky. And I thought: Is earth just a classroom in which people roll through now and then for a lesson? Or instead, are we constantly rolling through the same planet? Are we recycling over and over again on earth, trying to get this right? I don’t know. I don’t even know where my thoughts took me.. 

I think it was one of those moment in time split second glimpse of the thin veil that divides this realm and another. 

I mean, I looked at this sunset with birds singing and wondered if it is the first time this generation of birds were here? Maybe they were just recycled and came back again since they were so good at filling a spring evening with refreshing music. Maybe. And maybe I was here before. And saw that same sunset for centuries. Maybe? Getting a little weird yet?

Think of it.. if your each down into the water and grab a fish, what do you do the fish, besides let it gag and garble to death? You make it see a vision of a whole new world .. even if it is only for seconds. 

I think from time to time, when we have momentary lapses of reason, we chip away at the shroud that keeps us from understanding a higher purpose. Or power. Or … nothing?

Maybe there is nothing.
And maybe there is something.
And maybe there is reincarnation.
And maybe there is everything.

I just don’t know.

I bet you don’t either. Which makes my abhorrently un-understandable diatribe I just typed all the more ‘out there’..

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This is not the video we watched during our birthing class — but it’s the one that taught me long before my wife got pregnant.

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