"Oh please Mummy dearest can we go on a trip
A mystical adventure together, meet new people
Learn new things, and sight see
Perhaps a once in a lifetime cruise on a ship
Or maybe a flight of fantasy, on a plane, in the sky
Together see new counties, to a place we all love
We can dance and sing and giggle, like we used to at home
Oh please Mummy dearest, book the flight, I feel so alone
Or we could even go camping, sleep in a tent for a while
We could tell funny stories, share our dreams.... and a smile
In the day we'd go fishing, play cards, tell secrets and stuff
Oh please Mummy dearest let's have fun in the rough
I can see you are sleeping and you cannot wake up
But I know you can hear me, and on my trip you will come
For the love that you gave me will never run dry
Oh please Mummy dearest, take me with you I cry"
- TriggerDot
....just starting out....
What actually will happen to us at the end of our lives?
Yep, one of THOSE questions. Been asked a few times I guess. And the answer is that there is no answer. The question isn't ours to answer when you think about it. It's the same sort of question like 'why were we born, what is the meaning of life, how did we get here' and lots of other 'life' questions. But this question isn't about life. It's about death. That taboo subject I shouldn't be talkin' about. DEATH. Yuk. Depressing, huh? Why talk about something sad? Pretty sadistic really. Hmmmm....
Weeell, depends who's asking the question really. Who it is. How much they have learned. How much they have lived. Lotsa stuff. It depends on OUTLOOK. And it depends on BELIEF. Oh yeah, it depends big time in what you WANT to believe, and what you condition yourself to believe. And it depends on EXPERIENCES that you have during your own life. The experiences that teach you, that prepare you, that guide you.......
Yep, one of THOSE questions. Been asked a few times I guess. And the answer is that there is no answer. The question isn't ours to answer when you think about it. It's the same sort of question like 'why were we born, what is the meaning of life, how did we get here' and lots of other 'life' questions. But this question isn't about life. It's about death. That taboo subject I shouldn't be talkin' about. DEATH. Yuk. Depressing, huh? Why talk about something sad? Pretty sadistic really. Hmmmm....
Weeell, depends who's asking the question really. Who it is. How much they have learned. How much they have lived. Lotsa stuff. It depends on OUTLOOK. And it depends on BELIEF. Oh yeah, it depends big time in what you WANT to believe, and what you condition yourself to believe. And it depends on EXPERIENCES that you have during your own life. The experiences that teach you, that prepare you, that guide you.......
......the END...... a NEW BEGINNING......
See, Mummy dearest in the poem is my Mum Ruby who died when I was 15. I could not have written that poem without my 'ghost' to help me. The 'ghost' is my feelings, my emotions and my experiences. Not just about missing her but about all of my emotions which are running rampant at the moment. I can write that stuff because I think about things in life. Things that matter. Things that I NEED to share with you, to help me. To help you. Because there are a lot of experiences that I have had which you haven't. And that's because I am blessed with a gift. A gift I must share with you all because it will help you.
See that little kid, or big kid, or husband, or father, or friend wants to be with Mummy dearest, as anyone who has loved, or been loved would expect. But that is a very difficult process in life. To FACE DEATH, either someone else's or your own. It depends whether you have had good teachers. It depends whether you have had life experiences to SHOW you how to deal with the face of death. Because in fact death doesn't have to be mournful, or scaaaary.
See that little kid, or big kid, or husband, or father, or friend wants to be with Mummy dearest, as anyone who has loved, or been loved would expect. But that is a very difficult process in life. To FACE DEATH, either someone else's or your own. It depends whether you have had good teachers. It depends whether you have had life experiences to SHOW you how to deal with the face of death. Because in fact death doesn't have to be mournful, or scaaaary.
"I was born and I will die. In between is the reason why". It's my poem. My mantra. 'In between' is the trip. The life journey. Like everything it has a beginning..... and an END. None of us were scared about being BORN because we were too little to know any different. Or were we? Maybe we were scaaaared to be BORN. The other thing to question is whether we are real. Is life real? Makes me sound like a bozo but if you learn about spirituality and the mystics, the sages, the different religious beliefs and the reasons for them, it helps prepare you. BIG TIME. Let me try to explain it in very simple terms.
I am going to die soon. So is everybody reading this. Just depends when 'soon' is. As soon as you are born you begin to die. Tick, tick, tick....... OhK.
I have a choice. Like some I could be morbid and believe that death is the END. Finito. Now THAT would be scaaaaary, depressing, and downright sad. Just a big black dark hole. Nothingness. Void. The abyss. Oh YUK!
The other choice is to BELIEVE in a place that will be more than any mortal can comprehend. A place of mystical beauty and love. The place where Mummy dearest wants me to go on the trip with her. The fare's been paid and the journey must be made. So I look forward to.......
......THE BEGINNING.....AT THE END........
I am going to die soon. So is everybody reading this. Just depends when 'soon' is. As soon as you are born you begin to die. Tick, tick, tick....... OhK.
I have a choice. Like some I could be morbid and believe that death is the END. Finito. Now THAT would be scaaaaary, depressing, and downright sad. Just a big black dark hole. Nothingness. Void. The abyss. Oh YUK!
The other choice is to BELIEVE in a place that will be more than any mortal can comprehend. A place of mystical beauty and love. The place where Mummy dearest wants me to go on the trip with her. The fare's been paid and the journey must be made. So I look forward to.......
......THE BEGINNING.....AT THE END........
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