Wendy and I have become big fans of the Brit series Afterlife that has been playing on PBS of late. In essence it concerns a woman who is regularly visited by the dead and can see them and communicate with them and it’s actually a bit frightening at times.
We both like it. But, there is a difference between us. That is, Wendy believes in that stuff whereas I think it’s folderol, possibly even bunkum.
I reckon assertions of immortality are largely wishful thinking because none of us wants to die. I mean, even on our worst days we’d kinda like to keep trucking on. But mortality is something that happens to all of us. I don’t intend to be unduly morbid. But, it is a simple fact that the dead are, in a word, ‘dead’.
Elvis has left the building.
That is not to say I haven’t had moments that disconcerted me about that ‘permanence’. Once I was in a carpark and I saw a guy who made my heart jump. He was the spit of my father; a virtual doppelganger for the old man. But, since my dad had died a couple of years earlier, it was merely a matter of kind of uncanny resemblance. Yet, the incident has always stuck in my mind.
Some might be driven to say it was a spiritual manifestation of Dad. You know, a ‘ghost’ of some sort. Naw, it wasn’t. Just a resemblance and perhaps my father had been on my mind. That happens when you miss somebody.
I don’t believe in ghosts or spiritual visitations any more than I believe in UFOs and ETs paying a call and having their sexual ways with us. Speaking of that sort of thing, I was always enchanted by the idea of succubi coming to violate me in the middle of the night.
I don’t believe the ‘white light’ tales and people coming back from the dead.
I don’t believe out-of-body experiences. Yeah, I smoked that stuff a few times way back when but all I got was sleepy and stupid.
I don’t believe any of those things..
But, my non-belief doesn’t imply non-existence. That’s a whole other matter.
I’m not sure where I sit on the God issue, for example. I don’t know if I really can credit the idea of some spiritual overlord who gives a flying fart whether or not I take his name in vain. If there is a God I would doubt that He/She/It is quite so ego motivated.
I don’t know. I’d like any concept of a godhead to be more ‘big-picture’ oriented rather than caring what kind of an edifice we visit to pay our respects and whether or not we have genital tinglings over the neighbor-lady hanging our her wash in short-shorts and halter top. You know, stuff like war and environmental despoliation should maybe be higher on the list of concerns.
That said, I have been known to utter prayers.
Just to be on the safe side.
And to give thanks. I do believe in gratitude.
Oh, and if you have the impulse, watch Afterlife. It’s good stuff.