Life In The Afterworld, and Maybe Here, Too, Someday

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.”

“Raccoons?”

“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.

44 thoughts on “Life In The Afterworld, and Maybe Here, Too, Someday

  1. First off, i saw this entry on fb this morning and thought that your contribution of good quality posts like that can serve to contribute to a more positive view upon that medium however, i was thankful that we have this site to express our thoughts in a more intimate setting.
    While reading this blog entry several thoughts came to my mind. The first one was that animals may not need such a protection. I think they instinctively know how to gauge the world they are on.—survival. Being hunted whether by animal/man i think does not make any difference. We see it in detail and they see it as just as the way it is. Sure, we can consciously make a decision to hunt down something or not, but that has to do with us not them (think that’s like you stated above). I feel animals live true to themselves….true energy forms on this planet. Seeing animals in nature, for me, brings into question how we as humans can use the power of our emotions and minds to such an extent as to cloud up truth and our ability to understand our perfect selves. Are there animals in the after life? Well, if i consider this life as being here now and forever, then animals seem a part of it…but what is the purpose of animals really? Could they serve as reminders of who we are? Can they remind us of what our true selves and energies are? Can their acceptance of their state of being remind us of how distracted man has become in not accepting his perfection? Have you ever seen a tiger trying to get rid of its stripes, or its roar ? Or a turtle wanting to be faster? I feel animals live in their perfect expression of who they are.
    There is a bowlful of amazing questions and thoughts in response to this blog, but i will end here at moment.

  2. If we didn’t need to eat, what a wonderful world it would be. I’m a vegetarian but have a friend who likes to point out that plants don’t like to be eaten either. So breatharianism seems to be the only way forward. I really don’t understand this world at all. It’s just broken.

  3. Oh good! You see when I was four years old, and my brother was twelve he took me to see Bambi. My next memory of that day is being lead quite strongly by him back to the car waiting on the curb outside the theatre. And then him telling my mother that he would never take me to another movie…
    It seems that when the hunters appeared – I disappeared! He had to get the ushers to turn on the house lights…. After an unknown amount of time I reappeared from under my seat. To this day only remembering the first part with Flower, and the other pretty parts.
    Even now I send prayers to animals by the roadside. Wondering if they too can become addicted to the chaos and “play chicken” with cars?
    And if it’s the game of life do the deer sign up with the human before it, knowing that’s how they want to get back to paradise?
    Do murder victims and their killers high five and say good fun old chap, let’s try the larger weapon next time?

    Thank you once again Richard, I’m so grateful for the reminder that there’s not ANY hunger in heaven!

  4. Richard you never lose your touch, always there to inspire with your wonderful imagination, which always helps us move ever closer to who we really are. Thanks for your inspiration.

  5. I am a teacher. The other day one of my students who’s 18 already did not come to class because he was getting his licence to use guns for hunting. He loves hunting. I tried to ask him why. I did not get a clear idea, just that he really loves it. He is a good friend, he helps one of his mates who suffers brain damage explaining things to him and working with him when some others in class laugh at him. It seems to me the real hunters are the ones without guns in that context. I still can’t understand why he likes hunting so much, but I guess he still doesn’t see animals as you so beautifully described them. If he did, he wouldn’t hunt, I am sure. I am more concerned about the others, about the ones who hunt without guns. Those who not only see animals as inferior beings, deprived of feelings, but who see their fellow human beings as such, too. I learnt some time ago that there is no such thing as more or less evolved human beings in some kind of moral scale. We are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Our Higher Selves, our True Selves, in my view of the Universe, are somewhere else. Just a tiny part of us is here, serving a purpose. So I try to think twice before I judge others (then, after thinking twice, I judge happily, though angrily may be a more accurate description – I haven’t been able to stop judging, I guess it comes with my mortal mind). So, I wonder, what makes some people see animals as the loving beings they are? why can’t we all see that? It seems to me it is Understanding. Understanding leads to Love. Once you see and understand the way they live and strive to survive, how they teach their offsprings to survive, too, how they show them affection… you can only love them. So the next question that comes to my mind is, how can others Understand? really Understand? … I don’t know yet. Do you?

    In my view of Heaven, Lions are not hungry either. And humans don’t need to despise others to feel valuable themselves. In my view of Heaven, we Understand easily. And so we Love easily, too.

  6. As a child around the age of four I would ask my mother where the birds and squirrels go at night? I remember when asking it was winter, living in Minnesota the trees were bare. I asked to go outside at night to shake the bushes and never heard a bird. I asked myself where are the birds at night, in the cold. The answer was they go invisible. I still believe this and since I do it is true to me. I believe in the intelligence of the universe includes all the animals.Everybody sees things differently and what they believe is what they will receive. I have never had hunters in my family so never had to deal with them or experience their way of thinking. They are not in my life.
    I still have some beliefs with Ferrel cat’s I have been feeding and sheltering in the winter. I want to travel more and not have the belief they are dependent on me.I have been loosening my attachment about these thoughts to get to the same space I feel about the birds and squirrels. And let go and trust the intelligence in them and the universe will take care of them. We are all working with beliefs in this world.

  7. Hi Richard…. you have initiated a topic that is a difficult discussion for many folks. I personally am a vegetarian (I’d be a vegan if I didn’t eat eggs from lovingly cared-for chickens who lay eggs whether I want them to or not). I’ve been a vegetarian for 18 years for a two-fold reason: I feel more vibrantly healthy when not eating meat and cheese; and most importantly, I personally cannot abide the idea of taking the life of an animal to feed myself, or for my pleasure. In the bigger picture, I look at factory farming, animal experimentation, and other cruel and unconscionable things humans do to other living things, and that is what I am striving to rise above. I do realize animals in nature eat each other all the time and that is a natural part of their life cycle. I am more concerned with the intentions and mind-sets of humans, and that living creatures have become a commodity to be bought, slaughtered, experimented upon, caged, starved, beaten, and more, without consideration for the fact that they have intelligence and feelings. This is part of the humans’ desire for power and control, and the belief that we have the right to “use” and have “dominion over” other life, including other humans! This topic, more than any other, touches the deepest most tender core of my heart. Animals are at our mercy. There are few laws to protect them. Whether domesticated or wild, we have the ability to do with them as we will. I am reminded of the saying “Just because we can do something doesn’t mean we should.” For me it is a moral issue, and I personally cannot be a part of the intentional harming of other life. There are many humans who do not agree with me at all on this, and that’s the way it is; I don’t feel it is likely I can change them with my words. Perhaps some may be touched by my actions, I don’t know. I do know that for me, not killing, eating, and exploiting animals is the only choice I personally can feel good about. I’d rather be about love and kindness. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Richard. We, too, live in the woods and are surrounded by deer, squirrels, coyotes, eagles, bats, hummingbirds, bunnies… the list goes on. They are loved, appreciated, respected, and safe with us, as they are with you. Much love!

    • I guess there’s still some people in the world who eat other people, too. Each of us, living to our highest sense of right, is an example for all the others who are aware of us. They can use us in their stories as good people or as evil souls. Even a breatharian: we could tell them, “How many breaths of air would choose to be inhaled and turned from pure natural nitrogen and oxygen into carbon dioxide, simply because you wanted to breathe?” Ah, the moral problems in the worlds of space and time! And sure enough, in the afterworld, we get neither hungry, nor do we breathe.

      • Richard,
        how important is this comment !: you say … they can use us in Their Stories as good people or as evil souls … What important is what we read since we are kids!, I now understand the adventures of the Hurons: is the harmony of contrasts in any space-time!. Surely hunters animals got into his head repetitive benefit of hunting stories. This happens in all areas of society: Bible stories with their theologies, political and economic stories that are transmitted in daily news, ultimately hundreds of stories. The human spirit and even the animal spirits, in each lifetime returns from Heaven to Earth to understand the one reality: Love …
        Pedro

      • When you lost somebody you really love, a real friend, right before you get used to this idea, being that personless, you almost start not to feel hunger or other earthly things, and time starts to kick in and feeling of being alive returns back. wont this prove that we actually do not need to feed our bodies or even breath?

  8. Hunting is a lot of fun when your equipment consist of binoculars and a good photocamera with telelens, like my best friend has. He makes wonderful pictures of birds. Waiting for rare species to show up, walking in beautiful areas and watching our “hunting tropies” are exiting!

  9. Our returning sea turtles are busy here along Cape San Blas. Making their way up onto shore after a long time doing what sea turtles do for the rest of their time at sea. They see so many things in their travels up and down the shore lines and in and out to sea. Traveling far away only to return to their place of birth to continue the cycle that they are unwittingly a part of.

    They’re not alone in the oceans across the miles they travel. There are the little fishes, and the bigger ones, they know all too well to avoid as much a possible. When visiting a reef and seeing the beautiful assortment of fish life, they do not remain hidden all of the time love to live their lives in the sea. However they’re keen to know where to go when a large shadow passes by and survival quickly glides (yes glides) them out of harms way.

    To us as humans, do we not have these similar sensations that we’ve developed over time? Learned responses to danger along with the developed responses to live and enjoy our surroundings? This seems to magnify a life sense when one looks into differing layers of exploration of our life cycle.

    Reading these few responses and your provocation into the subject, there is an awareness to partake-of concerning our place. Patience, listening, a pause to action provides exposure to the layers upon layers of living that surrounds us to that which we belong. Not by choice but by design.

  10. Thank you for daring greatly with your new book, Richard! There has never been a shadow of doubt in my mind in regard to life after death. We can’t escape the consequences of our actions, and without life after death many people would get away with murder both literally an figuratively. And that wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever. Besides, people who have passed away have contacted me so many times that it would be silly for me to deny that it never happened simply because of the fear of appearing less scientific in the eyes of others. When one doesn’t give a hoot about being embarrassed or shamed or being labeled a wacko, then the clarity of life after death is in fact self-evident. We’re glad to have you on our side, Richard! Peace be with you!

    Carlos

  11. In our formative years, as we become aware of the world around us, there are bitter pills we have to swallow – the facts of life. To discover that, for life forms to exist, they devour other life forms is tricky, but for me the thing I just couldn’t get was cruelty. Why cruelty? What was its purpose? For me, cruelty was like a dark shadow that consumed all creative life. For years I couldn’t shake it. I read and listened to minds far more advanced than mine and got glimpses of light – Illusions was a fine example of this.
    Then came the inevitable major crisis. Something very painful was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As this crisis grew I hung on, trying to resist it, till I could bear it no longer. I had reached the point where anything was better than this and found myself saying ” ok. I give up, take me” I just let go.
    I then found myself bathed in what I can only describe as unconditional love. I didn’t have to learn to love unconditionally, but to allow myself to be unconditionally. Loved. For me, this isn’t a god thing, it’s just what IS.
    This experience lead me to conclude that the depth of emotional pain is measured in the distance between what is desired to be, and what IS. Real pain is real pain. Emotional pain is imagined. Accept what IS. Want what IS. That frees you – to act.
    Thank you Richard for this site and the wonderful people it has attracted.

  12. Here’s a comment from Shaun:

    I had a dream last night and I thought of you when I awoke from it.

    I was somewhere near the water. Maybe it was on a boat, but I can hardly remember now. I was instructed to sacrifice an animal or I’d be die. I was wracked with guilt and terrified about what I fully expected myself to do. Then the animal was shown to me, and those around me breathed a sigh of relief. “Well that’s lucky! It’s just a tadpole!” Said someone too my right. My breath quickened and I started to tremble. “That’s the worse thing I could imagine” I said as I stepped toward the tadpole, who sat on a chopping block, but did not flounder in panic. “This tadpole is perfectly innocent. He’s barely entered this world, let alone had time to formulate ideas of good and evil.” I scooped him up and dropped him in the open water, where he swam away.
    “But what happens to you, Shaun?! Aren’t you worried you will die now?” Someone I didn’t recognize asked, referring to a dogma that makes no sense now that I’m out of the dream. I replied “I guess I need to have faith that if I trust in a power that is greater than myself, that power will pick me up and help me to swim as well.” And I woke up.

    That’s all from me. Just a thank you!

    Happy flying,
    Shaun

    • Dear Richard,
      when I read your post, and Shaun’s wonderful comment on your topic I could not believe I had found this texts, or rather this texts had found me !!
      You expressed the answer to one of the most terrifying fears in my life – I never can thank you enough.

      Be blessed,
      Marie

  13. Here I have a question for you, Richard. I love the idea of not hunting deer, not for sport or fun, not even for food. I live on an island where we have lots of deer. Hunting is severely restricted. And predators come here only randomly, it is cougars and black bears. They prefer to hunt the farmers sheep to hunt deer.

    So what have happened? The deer population has grown until there is not enough food for them. They forage everywhere, even in my garden. They are on their way to destroy the natural environment, the forest floor. Biologists says we have too many of them for their own good and for the good of nature.

    The political resistance to more hunting is too strong to make hunting a solution. Nobody nows how to solve this problem. Have you any suggestion? Can we gently ask the does to voluntarily give up having babies?

    I know they have the same problem in many places in the northern USA.

    • Change the word “deer” to “human,” and see what thoughts and what solutions may come to you.
      “The human population has grown until there is not enough food for them. They forage everywhere, even in my garden. They are on their way to destroy the natural environment, the forest floor. Biologists says we have too many humans for their own good and for the good of nature.”

        • Let’s pretend that the people on his island didn’t want the deers to be killed, but they would pay something for a plan to relocate them, gently, in a new wilderness. Then pretend that someone heard about this opportunity, and he owned or could rent an LCP, a floating motor-barge with a front that would could be lowered on an uninhabited land, say Vancouver Island, or farther north on the mainland. He might have lots of oats or vegetable deer food in the back of his LCP, and he decided to pay ten dollars or so for every deer as a guest, who wanted to have a vacation in a larger place. Perhaps others would get the word around, also gently, for other deer to follow. Do you think that the story, the publicity of this plan might charm lots of people, that they’d donate extra funds? I think so.
          What a business that could be!

          • Yes…i think it could be viable—the fact that he were making a plan and making a proposition to resolve an issue he felt strongly about would be the success story and the benefits would be the by-product of these efforts. There would surely be new issues developing over time that i am sure would be handled just as consciously.

          • In Australia Kuala bears are living in people’s back yards as their natural habitat is being invaded for human use, same thing in India with monkeys. It”s becoming quite a problem. As a solution besides spaying and neutering I hope to buy land plots fill them with fruit and nut trees as well as water trofts so as to give the monkeys a safe place to live.

  14. For whatever reason, this story came to mind in reading your post. A monk was walking along in the wilderness and saw an animal with it’s young and they were starving. He threw himself over the cliff to feed them. I read that so many years ago I can’t recall, but I cried at that story. To realize that this life is just one piece of an enormous universe, that to cling to it is to deny what we are.
    So we feed on others. That is one experience. Do we really need to judge it?
    We can, but what does that bring us?

    • There is a way that others have used for a long time to answer both your questions: they don’t feed on animals, and they’re not judges for the ones who do.

  15. I love this, although I’m somewhat of a hypocrite. I eat meat and offer thanks to whatever animal supplied it. On the other hand, if I had to hunt and kill an animal for food, I’d become vegetarian in a hurry. To me, life-forms are pretty much the same. Human, other animal or plant. What makes the life-form I choose superior to that of a deer? Or a tree?

    I seem to have some connection with animals who’re running into the road when I approach. Nobody accused me of being anything close to a slow driver, yet for 40 years I’ve hit only one animal (a snapping turtle I couldn’t avoid due to oncoming traffic). No idea why, but I seem to know which way they’re going to dodge. The deer out here especially seem to almost signal their intentions somehow.

    And I completely lost track of whatever I started out to say. Though I love your suggestion of substituting “humans” for “deer” when it comes to over-population! How easy it is to forget that we all have a right to be here, in this make-believe world of ours. And how drab it’d be without the beautiful animals, trees and flowers.

    • I agree, Steve, and struggle with the battles within me (over eating meat etc). Last week my partner and I undertook our first week of consciously eating vegetarian. We did Monday to Friday and I can see us rolling this plan out more often until it becomes a natural way of eating for us; and I then I’m sure that the weekend eating plans will start to change naturally over time too.

      This is the only way that I can see myself bringing about a lasting change for my partner and I.

      It’s going to be challenging to work it around my partner’s youngest son (who I think would rather live off KFC) but I think that maybe it’s my responsibility and duty to explain it to him to give him the change to make more conscious decisions about his own food choices.

      Good luck anyway.

  16. I saw a documentary a while back. The wildlife film maker had spent about three years filming a female bear as she raised her cubs. Over time he gained her trust and she allowed him to get very close as she tended her family.
    One year he came accross a hunter, intent on shooting the bear. Instead of riling against the hunter, he engaged with him and invited him to see the bear with her cubs. On seeing them, only feet away, the hunter’s eyes filled with tears. He vowed never to shoot another animal.

  17. From young seals to great whales from waters to wood
    They will fall just like weeds in the wind
    With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls
    What a hell of a race to call men

    And You Say That The Battle Is Over” by David Mallett.

  18. this is what I’ve noticed since arriving on planet earth: that no matter how strong or rich or powerful or smart or beautiful you are…you are going to experience loss and/or separation at some point. Everybody. No exceptions. And maybe we come here to learn how to experience this and to let go. And maybe if we learn it well….we won’t have to come back and learn it again. And again. But why don’t they tell us this when we are considering visiting this planet in the first place? Why don’t they tell us she we are about to be born that this is a planet of loss and separation and are we sure we want to visit for awhile? And if we agree and say “YES!” Well then….welcome to planet earth! Let the learning commence! That way we will be prepared and already know what to expect.

    • Are you sure that they didn’t tell us? Didn’t they say, “There’s amnesia, there. You will forget, at least for a while.”
      Yet we said, “No. Of course we’ll always know where we came from! There’s joy on earth, too, and love in the midst of loss and separation. We can learn, so fast! It can’t be that bad, not with our angels holding our hand. Let’s Go!”
      Of course almost nobody says such things. Most spirits just shudder at Earth and go on to Elysium.
      It’s said that our angel guides call mortals the Adventurers of Spirit. They love us, we think, for our courage to come here.
      The angels shake their heads, sometimes, too. “I don’t know why I asked to be a guardian for this young mortal. I guess I love her, and I love her adventures, too.”

      • We are spiritual beings existing in physical bodies. Whatever state the body finds itself in, it’s spirit cannot be caged – Nelson Mandella, Stephen Hawkin spring to mind.
        What traps a spirit is held in its own imagination, we are our own spiritual jailers.
        I was trapped for many years, in that I couldn’t accept cruelty, therefore, everywhere I looked there it was. It was in accepting cruelty (I didn’t have to like it!) that gave me the ability to accept everything else in the universe, and the freedom to go and explore. I can still see the cruelty around me, but now it’s not the only thing I see.

  19. Wow! That came at a good time! I just learned some raccoons and cats I’ve been friends with for years are about to be trapped and “put down.” It’s breaking my heart, but I feel a little more at peace now. Thank you, Richard!

  20. Judge not fauna, for they have no capacity for recording their strategies of living. They rely on the evanescent communications among and between the generations in the herd. They are stalked or caged and must teach without words or opposable thumbs the furtive evasion of the predatory and bipedal.

    Inside, of course, and evolutionarily we are also them and they are us. All one.

    Species capable of recorded thought are the most for forgetful ignorant creatures… yet we also have a constant opportunity to return inside and then re-imagine our identity… perhaps a choice to lead by silent example, opens the door to the great expanse of emptiness and awe where the breatharians are all one.

  21. Interesting ideas, all: the sacredness of the animals and their intelligence, the wrongness of this diet or and the rightness of that diet, hunting as a cruel human action, the “predation” of animal upon animal. And yet…what would Donald say? That “we” are human animals? That a plant is alive as any other creature, although it may be “dreaming” throughout its entire physical body, rather than possessing a focused awareness capable of taking specific action? What would Seth say? That every action is in a way a “violence”, a violation upon what had existed before, a violence upon what had been achieved before—even the breath of the body then becomes “violence”, a hard violation of the atmosphere all around? So do we hold the breath then, in order not to disturb the harmony of what exists naturally outside of ourselves? (Always that which is outside of ourselves has more of a right to life, so it seems at times). Or rather, do we act as best we can, trusting our natural right to sustain ourselves with food and water if we so choose, trusting that our actions—however poor they may be at and given time—will find fulfillment and redemption in the greater good intent of All That Is?

    I recall the book “Emir’s Education”, and how the spirit of the slain animal could be seen just going right along, running and cavorting and existing as if nothing had happened to its body at all, freed from the physical framework completely, something we do not see…anymore. Yet I follow my own voice, or rather the voice that first spoke to me as a child, which said: “Heaven is where every thought becomes real instantly”. And there—there is energy abundant enough and available to each and all, energy enough to imagine a fine meal of meat and cheese and wine, or even a humble loaf of dry panbread and a can of beer—and the realness will be all in the imagination and agreement, and the suspension of disbelief. “What Dreams May Come” pops in my mind. Imagine a fine cup of coffee, although it may truely be paint!

    But I’ve never hunted for animals, I don’t now—I don’t even fish—but apparently I won’t have to “there” either. Just a simple conjuring of imagination, an intention and a wish fulfilled, and like natural magic as easy as can be, the table is all set for dinner. I will breathe and say thanks, and dig in and enjoy. Alone or with company, dinner will be served. All are invited. The basic function and pulsation of consciousness, to give and to take, may be a lively topic of conversation in the end.

    I think that’s a part of finding self-fulfillment—enjoying the action whatever it may be. And in the words of a certain messiah: “We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do.”

    –thank you Donald, and hope to see ya’ around sometime… 🙂

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