Could how you live affect how you die?
I’ve always been standoffish with religion, believing we’re
too insignificant to ever know what is going on, I even find it arrogant that
people think they sincerely know the answers. “There’s a god who made people
and if you sin he punishes you…” BULSHIT you don’t know that. “You can’t eat
pigs or you go to hell…” Hmmm, silly rule based on nothing. It’s all an
assumption based on some-one else’s assumption based on someone else’s
assumption dating back to when people were more ignorant than we are now, if
you believe that’s possible. But every religion is preached with imperious
conviction rather than admitting, “I don’t know, but I think it’s this…” I say
if you want to have faith in something, don’t subscribe to something that’s already
out there, make up your own beliefs.
When I die I think I’m going to be presented with an
interface that gives me all the statistics of my life and provides me with
action replays from any moment, synthesizing the happiness achieved by watching
all the fun I had, feeling the love by watching toddler-Kai playing in the
garden with his granddad on a summers day. This is an afterlife I’d be happy
with and it inspires me to do more cool shit while I’m alive so I can relive it
over and over. Of course this isn’t what I truly believe is going to happen,
but if I’m going to make something up (like all religions are) I might as well fabricate something quality.
However. What I truly believe is this:
You may or may not know that we all trip balls off a potent
hallucinogen called “Dmethyltryptamine” (DMT) every night when we sleep, it’s
secreted from a gland in our brain, it’s what makes us dream. Now you can smoke
this shit too, or ingest it orally, and people who have had waking DMT trips
have had vivid psychedelic, spiritual experiences. Picture a dream that you are
entirely aware of, as much as you are aware of reality right now. When you come
back from these experiences you feel like you’ve been on a journey into your
mind for hours and hours but in the physical realm the
clock has only moved several minutes. Here’s the kicker, when you die, just
before you die, the pineal gland (the third eye) in your brain has a massive
dump of DMT flooding your brain with this drug.
So. My theory is that in this moment you have an uber lucid
spiritual trip into your own mind that lasts for what feels like eternity (at
the same time as your final meagre seconds in the physical realm come to an
end) and what happens in this suspended infinity that you are held in largely
depends on how you’ve lived your life; how at peace (or at war) you are with
yourself in your final moments. If you’ve been kind, compassionate, loving,
loved, moral, HAPPY; this is probably
going to be a favourable existence, where your imagination will conjure the
very images and feeling of people and friendships and experiences that have
flavoured your life. You’ll be in your very own heaven. On the flip side, if
you’re a cunt, a spiteful, jealous, insincere, hateful, miserable fuck-up. The
debauched conscience and deep-rooted anxieties that come as a by-product of
doing the wrong thing and being a BAD
PERSON as a way of life will be there with you in the tomb of your
infinity. It will be a haunting , torrid, nightmare of a DMT trip. Fire and
Brimstones.
Now I’m not a real scientist, and I’m basing my suggestion on
documentaries I’ve watched and articles I’ve seen. This is no different to a
vicar suggesting (declaring) that Christianity is the truth just because
they’ve read a book. The irony of my theory being that if you go to church and
truly believe in your religion, chances are when you have your DMT trip you
will see Jesus in your minds eye, and there will be pearly gates. Because it’s
your heaven. I’m personally going to dream about statistics and replays, and probably Game
of Thrones.
Just an idea for you to ponder over on a Wednesday
afternoon.
