Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Among the Clouds

On my flight home for Thanksgiving break, I wondered, what if our consciousness persists beyond and our souls dispersed among the clouds such that our spirit breaks free of a single physical anchor.

What if our souls merged and became one with the clouds, each droplet a particle our former being - each droplet it's own contained consciousness with a kind of spiritual sight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste. What would it be like to lazily drift across the skies of earth and observe the world below? What would it be like to have only the sun or the moon and stars above you, and the glittering lights of cities under you? What would it be like to travel to places you were never able to see in life?

And when we wanted to inspect the world more closely, we coalesce with nearby droplets of our souls and rain down upon our destination. To experience free fall, attracted to the earth by gravity, to watch the world zoom closer, to land on buildings, on trees, on umbrellas. And then when we've experienced enough, to let our droplets warm to the sun's light and rise back into the clouds, rejoining other free floating souls.

Perhaps if we were adventurous, we could rain down over the ocean and let our soul droplets sink to the deepest abyss, to see and explore that which is still undiscovered to science. Or perhaps we will let ourselves fall along the geography of mountains, canyons, and crevices into the darkest caves and underground wells, and float along to an outlet where we once again rise to the warmth of the sun.

And once we've tasted enough of freedom, once we've grown weary of our vagabond travels, once we grow restless of peaceful "nonexistence," we let ourselves condense into rain again to be drank by someone. And perhaps under the right conditions, we let our souls attach to a new growing being - to a new anchor. In the process, we learn to let go of freedom, let go of our travels, and to re-experience life anew. And perhaps in life it's this remnant of our former deaths that moves us to learn, to explore, to travel, to yearn for freedoms and transcendence . . .

Just a thought. I admit it's rather romantic, but perhaps that would be a kind of heaven on earth. It's also kind of an oddly Taoist/Buddhist notion.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

And this is why I love you man. <3

Pilgrim said...

A nice, way relieving post to me. Thx AEK and Happy Thanksgiving! :-) Propz Pilgrim

Ryan said...

Well I def think this would be a wonderful way to go. It is so blissful and magical and enlightening that I think it would be the adventure of a lifetime, no pun intended.

I do not believe in this, as I am a bible follower, but I do wish i could live that adventure.

Thanks for sharing such a wonderful and relaxing idea.

Happy Thanksgiving,
Ryan

Anonymous said...

I really like the idea of remnants of former deaths, but also remnants of former lives - and what those remnants might drive us to do/see/experience in the life we are currently living .... deffo made me think

Happy Thanksgiving - please give us a post on the dissection of your turkey - I'm sure you will see it in a different light this year

charlie said...

I loved that one, you're a poet :) I don't know how it is to be a water-drop, but I know that there is nothing that I like more than to fly among the clouds, with the landing gear in the vapor, and my head just over it :)

savante said...

Certainly is a nice thought :) Letting our spirit soar free.

Jason Carwin said...

That reminds me of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials. Dust!

Seth said...

You really need to watch the in-flight movie more closely and not let your thoughts wander...

LOL just kidding. That's quite some imagery, I must say.

d said...

very well written. this is something u read to ur lover when he wakes up. very romantic indeed.

. said...

Hey Happy Thanksgiving Aek!! Another well thought out and beautifully written post. Hope to catch up with you online to chat. I'm changing jobs this week!!Be good!!