7 April
Hello again:
It was after midnight last night when I headed home.
The Moon was full, and the sky clear.
I took a different route home, crossing a high, barren hill,
where the Springs shown below to the east, and tiny lights dotted the
side of the hills that climb into the mountains of the Front Range, just
to the west
You know how, on some nights, the horizon glows?
Well, last night it glowed, brilliantly, silhouetting the
mountains against it. I
pulled off the road, shut my engine off and got out.
Spring is here, but there was a strong, cold, wind blowing
down off the mountains -- a freshness in it, an energy pulsing with
expectancy, as I zipped up my jacket.
Just beyond the first ridge, snow was blowing off Pikes Peak in a
great plume, glowing in the Moonlight.
The only sound was the wind, whistling, then hushing, then
whistling again.
Some say that our trip here on Earth is only one of the
places we visit on our journey. The
more I study about religion, spirituality, metaphysics and quantum
physics, the more I believe there might be truth in that idea. If my own experiences are any indication, there is far more
to this realm than, perhaps, the human mind will ever be able to grasp
entirely, other than in a final fraction of a second.
And in that moment, that flash, when the mind does finally
comprehend the magnificent workings of the Universe, do we then cease to
exist, our journey here, over?
That is why the Heaven and Hell concept no longer makes sense
to me -- not that it did in Sunday School, either.
For instance, how do we explain all the Atheists, Agnostics,
Hindus, Moslems, Fundamentalists and Moon Children, all reporting
similar experiences of near death?
Those that come back, saying that on the other side they were met
with unconditional love, and a sense that another adventure was waiting
for them. For thousands of
years, some of the world’s greatest dictators have, on their deathbeds, whispered, “Now I understand.”
Last night, I thought again about our possible travels to
other worlds, as I watched the snow blowing off the Peak, slowly being
replaced by a cloud. There
was a familiarity to this, a subtle knowing, like a half-remembered
dream. But it was different than other memories I have, of other
times here. It was more
like memories I used to have as a kid, that I couldn’t explain; that I
was told, more than once, was the Devil lurking in me.
To me, a more plausible, and peaceful answer came from a Shaman I
met years ago. When I
asked, he had answered with a gentle smile, “If you think this is the
only world the Creator has made, and this is the only life you will
live, a wonderful surprise awaits you.”
And now I look up from my keyboard and a small group of deer
are grazing past my window. Ah,
God is using Deer to speak to me this time.
In a while, I will tell you a personal story about Deer. But for now, my “day job” beckons.
