In heaven…

From Sunday’s Gospel Reading:
… Jesus said to them, “Those who belong to this age marry and are given in marriage; but those who are considered worthy of a place in that age and in the resurrection from the dead neither marry nor are given in marriage. Indeed they cannot die anymore, because they are like angels and are children of God, being children of the resurrection…”  Luke 20:34-35
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In heaven, if there is such a thing as a survival or transfer of consciousness, I don’t particularly want to be married – although I wouldn’t mind hanging around Bill. But I would like first of all to meet and thank the saints and angels, the watchers and holy ones, the guardians and guides that helped me during my life. I want to ask questions. Lots of questions. Lots and lots of questions. And get a really close look at six-winged seraphim and their multiple eyes.

Once I express my gratitude, though, I’d like to forget my life on earth. Especially all the stupid stuff I’ve done. Once my higher consciousness moves through that threshold (if that’s what happens) I want to gorge on curiosity – go everywhere, see everything, find out all I can. Interview other former human beings. See if we’re healed. Explore the universe – inner and outer planes of Reality, enter and learn to negotiate multiple dimensions.

Mostly, I long for freedom from the limits of my senses, the furrows not of my brow but of my brain, those patterns of thought that hinder creativity, the ancient grooves inherited through evolution confining the possibilities sensed but not seen.

I want to die into pure love. I want to burst into a new kind of being, like Jesus from the tomb beyond the clouds of Ascension, out of sight and beyond anything familiar. I want to transform into energy and light.

If a star were confin’d into a tomb
    Her captive flames must needs burn there;
But when the hand that lockt her up gives room,
    She’ll shine through all the sphere.*

I want to be that released star.

*Third to last verse of Henry Vaughan’s poem They Are All Gone into the World of Light.