Give me a Mere 200 Years!
The memories of your childhood, that moment when you realized that everything, anything was possible—remember that feeling. How the air smelled so clean and everything was so bright and colorful. How the sky was so blue and the trees were so green and the sounds were clear as a bell and all of life seemed eternal and filled with promise. You felt that life would last forever.
You felt this so strongly in your heart and mind because it very well may.
I know. I’ve heard it all before; we were confused. We were young and uninformed. We were pure as the driven snow, and soon the snow would melt and we’d all get to experience illness, pain, and death. Yet I am sorry to say that is is not the children who are confused about illness and death . . . it is the "mature" people who are confused. They have been programmed, they have been taught many belief-systems since birth. They live out their lives becoming the ideas and the servant-selves of others.
And they are not mature people—they are children who have forgotten those magical mornings and iridescent days.
When I was a young girl, and felt like that, I knew it was true. I still remember the feeling. Alive. Forever. No death. No end to the possibilities of what I could do. It wrapped around me like a perfectly transparent ovoid shell of soft yet powerful protection. Safety and warmth and love ran all through my body. And I was always in the moment, never thinking about the past with regret, never worrying about the future with dread. You can only feel love, only feel your body when you are in the moment and conscious of it. Fear cannot exist when one is solidly living in the Eternal Now.
Then we were slowly swayed by their ugly propaganda. They said it was knowledge. But it wasn’t. It was lies.
They said that was because we were too young (meaning not smart enough yet) to know we were going to die. They said illness and death were inevitable. We somehow went from the bird song and breathless beauty of a clear new morning replete with dew on the marigolds and hummingbirds humming . . . to saying (and, sadly, believing) “death is inevitable, everybody dies, when you die you die, we only have so much time, the clock’s ticking, I ain’t gettin’ any younger, the old gray mare she ain’t what she used to be, and oh the good old days when we were young and thought we’d live forever. Now we know better. The disease process will begin and hair will gray or fall out and splat! You’re dead."
We were transported from glorious joy and passionate regard for life to dark, lonely helplessness and certain defeat, from a hearty Arabian dance with accordions and flutes and guitar to a funeral dirge played on a dusty, cranky old organ in a church that smells of old men and lost souls.
Thanks, Mother. Thanks, Father. Thank you also to teachers and peer-groups and TV and the many books and devices, not to mention people, all carrying the patent un-truths that are, even now, being fed to us.
I see things quite differently. We felt all that great rush towards living life when we were children because we sensed a truth. Forever. Of course we don’t die . . . it exists, but only old people die, we knew. We have forever and we are invincible, unstoppable, filled with life and clear as the sky.
Deepak Chopra thinks that our age at death should be nearer to 200 years, rather than the paltry 70 or so that others claim is allotted to us. He believes that stress is a major cause of illness. He believes that our food, air, beliefs, and way of living have distorted the true nature of the human experience.
And at the same time that Chopra is speaking so eloquently about our loss of self, the great physicist Stephen Hawking is living the proof, and still providing answers and positing questions for us concerning the very ground of our being. His concept of spacetime and the amazing work he has done on the Singularity at the center of each galaxy—and the one at the center of the Universe, explaining our penchant for gods and goddesses—leaves us in awe. But he is simply using all of his mind.
Having been told that he would live only a few years into his twenties, he now has been with us for 73 years and may be with us for quite a while longer. Such is the power of the human mind.
This makes me realize that death, aging, and illness are caused by believing and knowing we will die. How can we know that? Can you see how terribly dangerous believing or knowing something really is? Can you feel how they have taken your life and turned it inside-out with their lies and their theories of what life is on this lovely planet full of beauty and magic?
Belief systems and religions are not just dangerous. They are most often fatal.
The secret to ‘licking’ any disease is to be both in the present (all of the time, if possible) and to BE that child again. No one will notice but you. You will notice the difference immediately. Become your inner child, and you become yourself automatically. You are not transformed into yourself as a child. You ARE that child, living in the now. Now is all there is. Now is the illusory past and future, all at once. It constitutes the nature of spacetime as described by Einstein and Hawking. The past and future are fictions. There is only one eternal now and we all are of it and in it.
This fits perfectly with Hawking’s idea about the nature of time, and also creates a new way to treat disease. A disease of the body starts in the mind. It is inwards that I discover my child-self, standing in front of the house in which I grew up, getting that feeling all around me, and on so many other occasions—this powerful feeling that everything is perfect, everything is possible.
This is how I fight ills and disease: I stay in the present, and think like a child. I know nothing. I feel everything. Love is good. Darkness and evil are bad. Be good. Choose strength over weakness, up over down, and on over off. Life over death. Wellness over illness.
And always, choose yes over no.
I imagine we were right. We felt like we were going to live forever. We knew about death and that it happened to ‘old’ people, like at 40, and we were close to the truth. Forever can exist in an instant (Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity) or can stop altogether (Einstein and Hawking).
Saying we are going to die someday as a certainty, a morbid absolute, means that it is not possible to heal one's self. We say “Aging is a process and it fosters disease and eventually death. It means we were dead wrong as kids. Lots of stuff is impossible. This is why doctors are here in such great abundance."
An acquaintance told me just days ago of his philosophy of living: "You're born, life sucks, and then you die.”
No thank you, sir. This is why you are only an acquaintance of mine and not a friend. I like my version better, and it is my version that will take me through what will be a very long, long life, free of the diseases that plague our planet. And there is a name for the rampant disease of the mind that afflicts us with these grotesque charades of “knowledge”: PROGRAMMING. It is all a lie. It is propaganda. A theory by experts who know more than any of us. I have tuned out all experts, be they doctors, priests, politicians, or any other sorts of homicidal, suicidal malcontents and mountebanks.
They are proof, actual walking, breathing (one assumes), living proof that man does indeed use only 10% of his brain. Whoever it was that said those immortal words, I am am quite sure that he himself used only 10% of his brain.
I use at least 90% of mine, and intend to use the other 10% for storage. Everything else goes, as it is pure balderdash, horsefeathers, hoke. Lies of the worst sort—lies that kill.
Children are our future and we cannot be cluttering their minds with rubbish that is going to make them ill. I know that people get sick. I’ve been there far too much for my tastes. I deplore illness, but now I understand it better. I go inward as my husband holds me, surrounding me with his love. And suddenly, like magic, I’m that little girl again, smelling the fresh morning air, smelling the gardenias, so fragrant, and thanking the world for being here, just for my own private satisfaction.
I try to live in the now, but often I slip. I am not perfect and never will be. But really, is the stress caused by worry really solving anything? And are regrets and fears from the past real, or are they just the distant echoes of thunder in a storm that has long passed, forgotten except in the occasional “off-moment” when I slip out of the wonderful now?
I suppose that each of us has a different view of reality. It’s almost as if each and every one of us is looking for the same thing, but in very different places. I am not a physicist. And thank heavens I’m not an ‘expert’ on anything. But this is really worth pondering. I have had miracles happen in my life—wondrous, unexplained, unexpected surprises that, if I wrote about them, no one would believe. Well, maybe a few would. I think that many of us are well-aware that we’ve been sold a bushel of hogwash.
I am hopeful that the future for our children will be a bit better than that predicted for us.
Our children are our link to eternity. We must be careful what we tell them.
We start by telling them that they have forever to be young.
“As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small,
by giving you not time instead of it all,
’til the pain is so great you feel nothing at all.”
—John Lennon, “A Working-class Hero is Somethin’ to Be”
Jessica Williams, August 27, 2015