Death

We all know that death is the finality of life as we know it. However, there is a great mystery of the afterlife and I won’t find out until that day. I was close to it though when I almost cashed in my chips in a near fatal car accident.

For one thing, I didn’t know I had an accident until the fireman asked me my name and I groggily answered. But, right before that I only saw darkness and I could hear people talking. I thought I was dead and somebody was talking to me before I woke up. To this day, I still don’t remember what happened.

From what I’ve read, we all have a soul which when we die leaves the body. Where it goes I don’t know. Shirley McLain says that we go into another body by reincarnation. If that’s true, I don’t want to come back as a cow and be someone’s T-bone steak. Personally, I don’t think so.

However, there are other cultures who believe that we will meet our ancestors in heaven, hopefully not the other place. It depends on how your ancestors lived. If your body was buried with all your fine clothes and jewelry or if you were cremated, how will they know you? Maybe it’s like Star Trek and they beam you up or down. Hopefully, your molecules were saved and your body is now younger and healthy without pain or illness and a full set of hair.

Other cultures are sure that we will go to a better place like they say “he’s in a better place”. How would they know? The Koreans bury their bodies standing straight up like they’re being shot up like a rocket. Fat chance if they bury their bodies at the bottom of the mountain. Those with more money go to the top of the mountain. The Koreans have a saying “we go yama gandi”, which means they go to the mountain when they die.

Now, the Vikings put their dead bodies in a boat and tow it out to sea. When they are far enough, they throw fire arrows at and hopefully, will burn the bodies before the boat is sunk. Seems to me like a waste of boats. I wonder how many burned boats are in the bay?

Now, the atheist has a problem. Since they don’t believe in God or Buddha, Allah or Mohammed, they can’t make up their minds on where their bodies are going. I guess when they die, they just go “poof” and they’re gone!

I prefer to believe that when I die, my soul will go to a place where it will be purified before I enter heaven. That’s based on how many points I’ve made. This is where it gets catchy. Most people believe in a place called Limbo. No, not Limbo where you go under the stick, but rather, a place where fire will burn your body to purify you. Now, the big question, what body? Your body is still six feet under or cremated and being beamed up or down because you were cremated and your molecules are still in space. However, after my body, so to speak, is purified I finally make it up to heaven.

What happens next will be up to Jesus. He’ll either says thumbs up or down. I hope up. Hopefully I get a good deal. My choice of vocation in Heaven will be a guardian angel like in the movies or an angel who is constantly singing praises like when Jesus is born. I don’t play instruments so the harp is out. With my luck, I’ll probably be sweeping the coal dust from the clouds.

My Conversation With God

When I go to bed I always say my prayers but in a silent way. I imagine talking to God and He’s answering me. So, I make the sign of the cross as I have been taught in my Catholic Doctrina and dial G-O-D in my mind…

Me: Hello God?

God: Yes, what’s up?

Me: I didn’t know you would be available.

God: Well, you called in a Code Red like in the TV series when they’re being overwhelmed.

Me: I just want to pray for my family and friends.

God: Why?

Me: Well, they’re having a hard time.

God: Are you worried about them?

Me: Yes, they’re my friends and they asked me to pray for them.

God: Can’t they pray for themselves?

Me: I don’t know.

God: Well, let me worry about them and you tend to yourself.

Me: I really don’t have any issues.

God: You got to be kidding me! How about your diabetes, your high cholesterol, your high blood pressure?

Me: I take medicine for it.

God: Well, good for you. What else do you want to talk about? You called me, remember?

Me: I’m concerned about the priest abuse situation.

God: For your information, those men brought their baggage with them and they made a choice of continuing their addiction. In their end time, I will take care of them.

Me: How are you going to do it?

God: Let’s just say that because I am Great and Powerful, I’ll handle it.

Me: Ok, how about the migrant situation?

God: What! Are you worried about the whole world’s situations?

Me: No, it’s just that I’m worried about them.

God: I don’t think you should be worried. Be concerned about it but let the powers that be worry.

Me: Ok, I’ll try.

God: How are you doing spiritually?

Me: I go to church regularly.

God: Yes, you do. I know what you do.

Me: What do you mean.

God: I am God so; I know everything about you.

Me: Sorry.

God: You know the word, “Repent”? The word written on signs and billboards?

Me: Yes, I’ve seen them.

God: Well, that’s what I want everybody to do.

Me: Well, we have Confession in the Catholic church.

God: Yes, but nobody goes there except a few believing Christians. But since we’re at it, I want people to really repent by saying the prayers that the priest administers after Confession. Focus on Mary and Jesus because they’re my go-to guys. They have a great influence.

Me: How about the other saints?

God: They’re ok but if the priest sends you to Mary, you really have to convince her to mediate for you.

Me: I’ll try.

God: As Yoda says: “Do or do not. There is no try.”

Me: What about the people that don’t go to Confession?

God: It’s a choice they make.

Me: How about the babies that are being aborted?

God: I abhor it for whatever reason they give.

Me: They have a choice.

God: No, they have free will.

Me: Father, I understand what you’re saying.

God: Now you’re talking! You called me Father. I don’t like it when people exclaim “Oh my God”! or OMG. I go “huh?” but they’re not talking to me.

Me: I need to go to sleep.

God: Good, I need to revitalize your body while you sleep. So, we’ll talk tomorrow, ok?

Me: You willing, I’ll be here.