One time I read that the number of human beings in the world, and this was like 30 years ago, exceeded the number of human beings who had ever lived in the world cumulatively. Kind of makes it hard to believe that you were St. Teresa of Avila or Attila the Hun.
What if ghosts, though, are an entirely different proposition. What if they don’t go away and they don’t get reincarnated, they just sort of hang ou on a half-conscious plain, dropping into dreams and the visions of artists and songwriters. What if we don’t ‘come back’ as ourselves because we don’t need to, we are already here?
What if, even in those moments when we feel the least recognized and appreciated, we are actually playing to a much different audience, one not limited by time and culture, one that can just see what is good about us because they remember it about themselves.
I guess most people agree that dead spirits cannot cause change in the material world, except on Ouija boards and scary movies. But the material plane, as we all know at one point or another, is not everything. It is a group hallucination, something we all agree on without knowing about. We play out our lives here but I am thinking today that I like the idea of stasis, or dynamic sameness of cycling and recycling. I may not be St. Teresa and it seems, from everything I know about her and about me, that I am not. But I may be known to her, she may be helping out. Things might could have been much worse without her. I, for one, am grateful. Just something to think about on this gray, cloudy day in May when I am bereft of things to write about, and I have a bad cold.