23 February 2012

I hope I get reincarnated as something really cool in my next life time. Hope to come back as a baby space alien. I could live on a distant planet in a far flung galaxy. It would be absolutely something fantastic. Almost like a life out of a carton. But, I don't really think I'm going to be dying any time soon. If I do I sure hope they will put the inscription 'the devil herself' on my tombstone. That would be a great way to remember. Probably freak anybody out who already finds graveyards creepy.

Sometimes I wish to die, but not enough to down a bottle of rat poison. The near death experience stories always make it sound so good. Floating up towards the light and meeting celestial spirits. I've tried to astrally project myself there, but I've never had any success with it. I think I'm too afraid spirits will invade my body and not let me have it back. I've read some terrifying accounts of scary stuff that can happen to those astrally projecting.

Death seems like a way to escape pain, but you never know about how horrifying the afterlife just may be. I might get trapped in a realm of angry spirits or drawn into a pit of agony. You never know exactly what is awaiting you on the other side. Might see some of my dead relatives and have to deal with them chastising me for the decisions I've made with my life. The after life could be a realm of pure hell and loud clamouring noises. Possibly it is not the greatest place to be.

I think instead of going into some afterlife realm I would rather just be reincarnated as a space alien. I could have a green head and a couple of antlers. I'd speak in some zesty outer galactic tongue and dress in a silver out fit. Our system of astrology would revolve around a different system altogether. Most especially because our planet has 4 moons and that really fucks with women's menstrual cycles. The crime rate would be insane because we would experience 4 full moons a month. The police force would always be in need of staff. I think I like this planet already. 

Anyway, our ruler would be the space alien with the biggest head and be able to warp time with the powers of his mind. But, this is getting a little far fetched. Who can actually bend time with their mental powers? And, do I really want to die and go to a planet where the rulership is determined by head size?

I fear not death because I may just get to come back as a space alien. And, if not a space alien, perhaps I will get to come back as an electric eel and shock everyone. I envy all those who have passed before me. People always say 'he/she's in a better place now'. I am beginning to feel a little bit jealous about being stuck here on this crap-hole of a planet. People in the near death experience stories are often saying that they didn't want to come back. I don't blame them.

We live on a planet generally run by assholes. I can see getting off of this bloody planet as a very wonderful thing. I only wish that it were possible to become an angel after I have died. I mean, it would be kind of cool if instead of the space alien thing it was like in that movie 'It's A Wonderful Life' where the guy is trying to get his wings. I'd like to get some wings and fly around. Doubt I'd really want to take up harp playing. I think I'd like to be the sort of angel who goes on missions to the earth. I could warn people and lead them away from disasters. I could appear in the sky and say 'go westward!' to lead people away from molten lava. I could become a great angel and prophets would speak of me.

But, I am not going to die to day. I'm going to try to get some sleep, which I believe is similiar to dying. I lie still and my spirit voyages through the astral realm. I delve into the mystic realms and beings greet me with messages of ill or good fortune. When I awake I return to earth and then I have to deal with the fact that I am in pain again. In life we experience pain and it's because we don't have enough angels coming down to visit us. Though, I have been visited by beings who have called themselves angels. I think they may be malicious spirits, so I do my best to ignore them. I think they might be lying about this whole angel business. I have conversed with the angels and they predicted my mother's cancer diagnosis. Now I no longer attempt to channel them because of the state it would have on my mental health.

So, off I go, fair warriors. Do not fear death in your daily lives. People really say some good stuff about the after life. I don't know why everybody is making a big deal out of Whitney Houston's passing. She is in a better place.