WE CAN LEARN A LOT about the world that follows after we’re done living in this one. Just reading, and we’ll know. And talking with others and then putting things together, one after another.
There used to be a problem for me with heaven. They said that animals come to visit us there, or maybe they just live in quiet places where the frogs and raccoons live, where there are little rivers and quiet ponds where they can relax after a difficult lifetime on earth.
But deers and antelopes, I thought, they’re tired of being dinners after a while, for the lions and tigers and hyenas. And of course for being targets the humans around here, that enjoy shooting animals for sport. Once you’ve lived with the animals in a forest, you get to know them. Day after day. They’ll sleep in the meadow, once they know you’re not out of shoot them, and when your dog learns to be friends and play with them.
Live a life here, be a kind human to the deer (and antelopes, in other places), and you realize they have a right to live here, too, just like us. It goes on through the seasons, in the winters when we can put little things for them to snack on.
Begin a life with them like this, and all of a sudden you can be distressed by some guy you’ve never seen before, walking on your land, and the deers land, in a camoflage suit and a rifle. He intends to kill a deer!
He doesn’t know about their personalities or their sense of humor, he doesn’t know that you’ve named them and they come to you for a little treat in the middle of the snows. He doesn’t know that Gina has two little ones, Elektra and Bambi, following her around after they’re born; that she teaches them how to travel, where to sleep, what to be careful about some wild foods, and others that are delicious.
Just this stranger, who wants to change their astonishing grace into an unmoving…into a dead body. Where do her fawns go, how do they learn when their mom has been killed?
Hunters might say, “It happens in heaven, too, I’m sure. Do you want the lions go hungry, the tigers losing weight, and the hunters there, well not having fun, killing things? Do you know that raccoons kill frogs, by the way? Everything is built to eat something else. Even us. Unless you’re a vegetarian, and there are not many of those. Do you want some meat, by the way? I don’t eat my targets.”
For a long time, I didn’t have an answer for them. I just put NO HUNTING signs around me, till the place had enough homes nearby that most hunters didn’t come here again. Thoughtful for humans, but not quite so caring for deer.
Then I read some more from those who had spent a few minutes or an hour or so in the afterworld, the near-death experiencers. “What a beautiful place, heaven is! Why you can travel from anywhere at the speed of thought, you have crystal cities, if you like city life, and lands without end with trees and lakes and animals. And of course, you’re never hungry! You’re a spirit, so you don’t need food, though you can imagine some, if you feel like it. Thoughtforms. Everything there is a thoughtform.”
And I said, “Well that’s nice, but what about lions?”
They considered that I hadn’t heard a word they had said. “Lions don’t get hungry, either, Richard.”
“No, raccoons don’t get hungry. And frogs don’t get hungry, and cows and deer don’t get hungry. Nobody gets hungry.”
And then a gentle question for me, “Do you know what a thoughtform is?”
I knew. “Thank you for telling me what you found,” I said, “and thank you for remembering, when your body was nearly dead, and thanks for coming back to earth and telling us what you saw.”
Sure enough, deers and lions have things to learn here on earth, just the same as we do. But there may be a time when all of a sudden we don’t much care for meat, any more. As far as I can tell, little Bambi has not had a near-death experience, but I sense that he likes the idea of lions not killing deer, and not being hungry, either.
Lions are away over the sea, most of them, but could our own hunters consider that idea, too? There’s money to be made in target shooting, and in teaching self-defense. It isn’t lions that are predators for us, these days, there are humans who do that.
In case they love guns (like I do) but choose a different target and a slight change of mind about hunting, Bambi sends us his warm regards, direct from his own forest, on earth, here and now.