Death

Whether he existed or not, the jury is still out I believe, but in any event he didn’t exist as generally portrayed. In that respect he’s a made up character.

There’s very little argument now that he didn’t exist and even atheist scholars believe the crucifixion happened, the resurrection and him being the Son of God is the part most debated, for obvious reasons.
 
I believe in the afterlife, have done ever since I was a kid when Elvis visited me on shergar and told me I have the gift.
Nothing to be afraid of, we all have a soul and an energy.


Now I've posted this I shall return to my crystal ball and await the sorry cunts with their wisdom of why there is no afterlife.
 
I believe in the afterlife, have done ever since I was a kid when Elvis visited me on shergar and told me I have the gift.
Nothing to be afraid of, we all have a soul and an energy.


Now I've posted this I shall return to my crystal ball and await the sorry cunts with their wisdom of why there is no afterlife.

No need. You nailed it. :).
 
I believe in the afterlife, have done ever since I was a kid when Elvis visited me on shergar and told me I have the gift.
Nothing to be afraid of, we all have a soul and an energy.


Now I've posted this I shall return to my crystal ball and await the sorry cunts with their wisdom of why there is no afterlife.

Alan Watts knew the score.

What has happened once can very well happen again. If it happened once it’s extraordinary, and it’s not really very much more extraordinary if it happened all over again. I do know I’ve seen people die and I’ve seen people born after them. So after I die not only somebody but myriads of other beings will be born. We all know that; there’s no doubt about it. What worries us is that when we’re dead there could be nothing at all forever, as if that were something to worry about. Before you were born there was this same nothing at all forever, and yet you happened. If you happened once you can happen again.
 
Alan Watts knew the score.

What has happened once can very well happen again. If it happened once it’s extraordinary, and it’s not really very much more extraordinary if it happened all over again. I do know I’ve seen people die and I’ve seen people born after them. So after I die not only somebody but myriads of other beings will be born. We all know that; there’s no doubt about it. What worries us is that when we’re dead there could be nothing at all forever, as if that were something to worry about. Before you were born there was this same nothing at all forever, and yet you happened. If you happened once you can happen again.

Alan Who?
 
Jesus existed. He was a Jewish Rabbi called Yeshua. There’s more documents supporting his existence than Caesar. Who he really was is the debate.

He was a smart, smooth talking salesman, that's who he was. Anyone who tells you he can feed 5000 of the great unwashed with a tin of pilchards and a Warbies Toastie can flog anything.
 
Now there really isn’t anything radically wrong with being sick or with dying. Who said you’re supposed to survive? Who gave you the idea that it’s a gas to go on and on and on?

And we can’t say that it’s a good thing for everything to go on living. In a very simple demonstration that if we enable everybody to go on living, we overcrowd ourselves.

So therefore, one person who dies in a way is honourable because he’s making room for others.

We can also look further into and see that if our death could be indefinitely postponed, we would not actually go on postponing it indefinitely because after a certain point we would realize that isn’t the way in which we wanted to survive.

Why else would we have children? Because children arrange for us to survive in another way by, as it were, passing on a torch so that you don’t have to carry it all the time. There comes a point where you can give it up and say, “Now you work.”

It’s a far more amusing arrangement for nature to continue the process of life through different individuals than it is always with the same individual, because as each new individual approaches life, life is renewed. And one remembers how fascinating the most ordinary everyday things are to a child, because they see them all as marvellous — because they see them all in a way that is not related to survival and profit.

When we get to thinking of everything in terms of survival and profit value, as we do, then the shapes of scratches on the floor cease to have magic. And most things, in fact, cease to have magic.

So therefore, in the course of nature, once we have ceased to see magic in the world anymore, we are no longer fulfilling nature’s game of being aware of itself.

There’s no point in it anymore. And so we die. And so something else comes to birth, which gets an entirely new view.

It is not, therefore, natural for us to wish to prolong life indefinitely. But we live in a culture where it has been rubbed into us in every conceivable way that to die is a terrible thing. And that is a tremendous disease from which our culture, in particular, suffers.

That was deep.

Now pass dat cush, Brah...
 
Get busy living and leave fussing over dying until you're actually facing it. If we come out of lockdown with anything, it should be to cherish our life and those in it. To get over ourselves when we make a mountain out of fuck all. To be kinder to people and demand the country changes for the better. To enjoy our country and realise the beauty of the island we live on, me especially living in Scotland. Go and see it wherever you are, take a long hard look and feel lucky that it's where you live. Look after it and demand whatever govt cons it's way in does the same. Never forget our frontline workers who held the line for us all. Especially if they rightly ask for better than bastard poverty wages. Defend our NHS till your last breath and let whoever you vote for know they have to get their fucking act together in preserving and improving it. Sing songs too, even if you're shit. It's good for you. Tell those you love that you do. Often. If you do all that you won't have time to be a miserable **** focusing on yourself dying. Focus on living, the dying part will take care of itself. I'm away to murder a favourite song.

wonderful sentiments, sadly, for the most part, won't happen because the world is full of cunts
 

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