Status: Completed.
Life After Death
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There has been a horrible accident. It wasn't your fault and you probably couldn't have prevented it. But you died in a car accident.
“I'm dead? What happened?”
Nothing particularly remarkable about it. You in a car. Car hits you. Death.
“What about my family?”
You left behind a wife and two children, all of whom loved you the same amount any other wife and children love their husband or father—a settling kind of love with the occasional fight and the even more occasional love-making with the wife. There was resentment and horrified embarrassment from the children.
“Oh. Are they okay?”
They're taking it fine. The kids are sad, but happy they get to take some days off school, and your wife's being consoled by your brother.
“Oh, that's good. I guess. Where am I?”
Some might call it Heaven.
“Are you God?”
No.
“Who are you, then?”
Doesn't matter. Just someone.
“So...what now?”
Now we pick a new time, a new place for you to be.
“What do you mean? Aren't I an angel now?”
Not exactly. I'm thinking Jerusalem. 24 A.D.
“24 A.D.? But that's back in time. It was 2012 when I died.”
Yes, that's true. Now you're going to 24 A.D. As a servant's daughter.
“Daughter? But I'm a man!”
Yes. Your gender is not predetermined. You've been a woman before.
“What do you mean, before? Before what?”
Just before. There have been many times you've died.
“I've died before?”
Yes. Of course.
“Alright. So I'll be a girl. How do I go back in time?”
Time isn't predetermined either.
“Okay, so I've gone back in time before?”
Of course. You've been back and forward in time many times.
“I don't understand. Who all have I been?”
Everyone. You've been everyone.
“What do you mean? Have I met anyone important, like Shakespeare?”
Of course. You've been his friend, his lover, his muse. You've even been him.
“I've been Shakespeare? How is that possible? I can't write.”
You could then. Different lifestyles encourage different outcomes.
“So, I've met myself, but never known?”
Of course. That's what I've been telling you.
“So, I can be alive in two different times at once?”
Yes.
“What have I done? Have I done anything bad?”
Yes. You've been a murderer.
“What?! No way. I have not.”
Yes, I'm trying to tell you, you've been everyone. Everyone is you.
“I'm everyone?”
Yes.
“Let me get this straight, everyone who has ever lived, has been me. Man or woman, young, old, serial killer or nun?”
Yes. You're your wife, your children, even your nosy neighbour and her son that sneaks out to see your daughter in the middle of the night.
“He does that? I'm going to—wait, that doesn't make sense. I don't recognize myself.”
Of course not. You get new memories every time.
“What about you? Are you me?”
Yes.
“No way.”
Yes, I am. And I've told you this same thing multiple times today. Can we get a move on? You've killed yourself more than once since you got here.
“What? How can that be? You should stop me!”
No one can do that. Only you can. You can produce change. Only you can do that.
“But you're me too. Why can't you do it?”
Why can't you?
“I'm dead? What happened?”
Nothing particularly remarkable about it. You in a car. Car hits you. Death.
“What about my family?”
You left behind a wife and two children, all of whom loved you the same amount any other wife and children love their husband or father—a settling kind of love with the occasional fight and the even more occasional love-making with the wife. There was resentment and horrified embarrassment from the children.
“Oh. Are they okay?”
They're taking it fine. The kids are sad, but happy they get to take some days off school, and your wife's being consoled by your brother.
“Oh, that's good. I guess. Where am I?”
Some might call it Heaven.
“Are you God?”
No.
“Who are you, then?”
Doesn't matter. Just someone.
“So...what now?”
Now we pick a new time, a new place for you to be.
“What do you mean? Aren't I an angel now?”
Not exactly. I'm thinking Jerusalem. 24 A.D.
“24 A.D.? But that's back in time. It was 2012 when I died.”
Yes, that's true. Now you're going to 24 A.D. As a servant's daughter.
“Daughter? But I'm a man!”
Yes. Your gender is not predetermined. You've been a woman before.
“What do you mean, before? Before what?”
Just before. There have been many times you've died.
“I've died before?”
Yes. Of course.
“Alright. So I'll be a girl. How do I go back in time?”
Time isn't predetermined either.
“Okay, so I've gone back in time before?”
Of course. You've been back and forward in time many times.
“I don't understand. Who all have I been?”
Everyone. You've been everyone.
“What do you mean? Have I met anyone important, like Shakespeare?”
Of course. You've been his friend, his lover, his muse. You've even been him.
“I've been Shakespeare? How is that possible? I can't write.”
You could then. Different lifestyles encourage different outcomes.
“So, I've met myself, but never known?”
Of course. That's what I've been telling you.
“So, I can be alive in two different times at once?”
Yes.
“What have I done? Have I done anything bad?”
Yes. You've been a murderer.
“What?! No way. I have not.”
Yes, I'm trying to tell you, you've been everyone. Everyone is you.
“I'm everyone?”
Yes.
“Let me get this straight, everyone who has ever lived, has been me. Man or woman, young, old, serial killer or nun?”
Yes. You're your wife, your children, even your nosy neighbour and her son that sneaks out to see your daughter in the middle of the night.
“He does that? I'm going to—wait, that doesn't make sense. I don't recognize myself.”
Of course not. You get new memories every time.
“What about you? Are you me?”
Yes.
“No way.”
Yes, I am. And I've told you this same thing multiple times today. Can we get a move on? You've killed yourself more than once since you got here.
“What? How can that be? You should stop me!”
No one can do that. Only you can. You can produce change. Only you can do that.
“But you're me too. Why can't you do it?”
Why can't you?